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Post by fletcher cross on Jun 29, 2008 19:07:48 GMT -5
she said to me that she's so happy it's depressing. Whatever lit the caves seemed to be moving. He could've sworn that one of them flew by his face, a slightly frightening thought in the dimly lit, chilly, damp area. The lights didn't seem to be too harmful, though. They kind of looked like green fireflies, but then again, he ate a lot of whatever they were serving in the cafeteria, and that generally didn't sit well in the stomach (and sometimes even made you hallucinate). Blinking a few times over to make sure they weren't going to chase after him--break out the bug spray, god forbid--he climbed deeper into what the students at Winterthorne called the Underground.
That was the other thing. Whoever decided to call this the Underground had a real lack of imagination. Yes, it was under the ground, but seriously, take some other things into consideration! Like how the lights reflected off the small pools of water that were separated throughout the Underground like works of art, or how the cold walls glittered with every passing glance. Or maybe how there always seemed to be dark clouds of darkness moving at high-speeds towards him. Fletcher took a double take. What?! H-he wasn't afraid of darkness! He was a werewolf, for god's sake! He wasn't afraid of anythin--
"HOLY SHI--"
...No one heard that. Fletcher ducked at the last minute, watching nervously as swarms of bats flew above him. It took a few moments, but they passed, and he felt safe enough to stand up again. Looking down at his clothes, he noticed that the bottoms of his jeans had gotten soaked from a small pool. He sighed, took a seat on one of the larger rocks, and began to roll his jeans up. and all I said was "someone get that girl a mood ring."
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Post by andrew lacetti on Jun 29, 2008 19:25:32 GMT -5
A small figure moved through the caves underneath the grouns of Winterthorne. Choppy black hair partially hid the figure's green eyes from view, but not enough so that this being wouldn't be able to see where he was going. Andrew kept shooting glances up towards the ceiling of this place, watching odd green lights floating around. Probably lightning bugs, he thought to himself. It was strange... Green lightning bugs. But who knew? And he could hear rustlings on the roof too, warning him of bats. Andrew would have to watch that he didn't alarm any of them. Unless, of course, he was planning on getting attacked by a swarm of bats. Uh huh, no thank you, Andrew thought, still staring at the ceiling of the tunnel. His black and green DCs scuffled along the rock floor as he quietly moved about.
Stepping over small puddles of water lit green by whatever those flying things were, Andrew made his way deeper and deeper into what he'd heard called the Underground. Sure was an obvious name, that. He was here purely out of curiosity; after getting bored and finding nothing else to do, he'd decided to come down here and explore for a while. And this place sure was holding his attention. Andrew paused for a moment as he heard a commotion up ahead. The cave was turning slightly though, and therefore he couldn't make out what was happening. But he'd heard someone say something and what sounded like the fluttering leathery wings of bats. I wonder... he thought curiously, stepping as quietly as he could- which, being a Vampire, was pretty easy to do.
What he saw when he turned the corner was both discouraging and exciting. He could make out Fletcher Cross; a very odd mix of emotions ran through him at that. The Werewolf who he wanted to hate, but couldn't. Andrew gave a small sigh and walked up to Fletcher. He had to remind himself that he wasn't supposed to be being nice to the Werewolf. "You okay?" he asked, trying not to put any concern in his voice, but quite the other.
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Post by fletcher cross on Jun 29, 2008 19:39:06 GMT -5
Jeans. Why did they have to get tighter when wet? He grunted as he slid them further up his leg in an effort to not entirely destroy them--which had no point, really, seeing as that was exactly what he was doing. For a moment he considered giving up, and let loose his arms in a tired fashion. It was then that he was reminded that if he didn't roll them up, he'd have to spend the rest of the night finding his way out of these caves, a feat in itself already, with soggy, sagging pants. He was infinitely glad that he had thought of that beforehand. So, as he went back to work, he lifted his light blue eyes to take a quick look around.
At least there aren't any more bats, Fletcher thought to himself as he sat there, eyes trailing over different features of the caves. Ah, there was the beautiful pool he had passed earlier. It was slightly gray and reflected green, white, and a shade of blue that could not easily be described. A smile tugged at his lips. He turned to look in another direction and froze completely. There was an identical pool. He turned in the third direction. Another similar pool, though farther back. He had no idea where he was, and being lost in the Underground was not good. Not only was it forbidden, but it was so large that it would be almost impossible for someone to save him...
You okay? The voice echoed, and it took a few moments for him to register what was going on. Someone was here! His heart sank as he lifted his eyes curiously to determine his savior. It was Andrew. Couldn't any other person have wandered into the Underground? He wanted to tell him that no, he was not okay: he was stuck in the middle of a series of damp and frightening tunnels. He wanted to cling to the other boy and find his way out with him. Obviously, it wasn't going to happen. Fletcher was a werewolf and Andrew was a vampire. It just wasn't meant to be, no matter how hard he hoped. "Uh." He had such a way with words. "I mean, fine. Perfectly fine." His eyes fell back to the pebbles before him.
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Post by andrew lacetti on Jun 29, 2008 19:54:55 GMT -5
Andrew paused in his walking again when he was two feet or so away from Fletcher. He felt a bit awkward to have stumbled upon just this boy. If it had been anyone else, then it would have perfectly fine for the social, hyper Andrew. But with Fletcher, it was an entirely different story. He had to watch what he did or said carefully. There was no way that anything could ever happen netween him and the other no matter how much he wanted it to. Vampires and Werewolves were enemies, it was a simple- or unsimple?- as that. Andrew looked down at the ground for moment as Fletcher spoke. The way he talked was perfectly adorable, he couldn't look up at him until the other was done speaking. When he was, Andrew brushed his black hair, gazing at Fletcher with his green eyes.
"So, er, what are you doing down here?" Andrew asked after a moment. Okay, that was a dumbass question, he scolded himself. Probably just the same exact thing that he was doing down in the Underground's tunnels. Exploring. Should he even have showed he cared what Fletcher was doing down here? Probably not. Andrew bit at his bottom lip slightly, feeling nervous, which was actually rare for this boy. The cold metal loops in his snakebites, hitting quietly against his teeth as he did so. This was so not completely and totally awkward for him.
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Post by fletcher cross on Jun 29, 2008 20:12:38 GMT -5
The footsteps stopped completely now. Out of the corner of his eye he could see from Andrew's knees down. This was insane--the sight of his fucking knees drove hurt. He quickly distracted himself with picking up some of the pebbles off of the slate-colored rock. Rolling them around the palm of his hand with his slender fingers, he flicked some of them into the very edge of the water only a few feet away from them. The sound echoed off the walls. It almost made him laugh, the five year old that he was; it made him wonder if other people, if there were any in the Underground aside from them, could hear their conversation. That would make it really awkward (as if it wasn't already on the brink of it).
W-what was he doing here? What kind of question was that--and why, suddenly, did he care? He opened his mouth to shot out some smart comeback, but nothing came out. So he paused to collect his thoughts. I'm too tired for this... he thought to himself, holding back a sigh. "Just...looking around, I guess." It was awkward being his room-mate. It was awkward seeing him at school all the time. Nothing seemed to compare to this, though. Being alone with him. "Did you see the bats?" he asked, in an effort to keep the conversation going.
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Post by andrew lacetti on Jun 29, 2008 20:32:13 GMT -5
This was crazy, insane, and any other words you could use to describe a situation that didn't make sense whatsoever. What he actually having a converstaion with Fletcher. Not even in his wildest imagination had he dreamed he'd get to do that. Andrew wasn't sure what to think. He had though that the other boy didn't like him at all; while Andrew pretended not to. Andrew felt himself giving a slight nod when Fletcher said he was 'just looking around'. He still felt like a fucking idiot to have asked that question.
"No... I heard them though," Andrew answered. He found himself looking towards the ground again, too nervous to actually look at Fletcher. "Did they attack you?" he asked before he could stop himself. Andrew needed to take more time to think about what he was saying around Fletcher. He wasn't supposed to care about the Werewolf, after all. He couldn't help but care though; and he kept screwing up and letting Fletcher see that.
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Post by fletcher cross on Jun 29, 2008 20:54:51 GMT -5
Oh, well that was fucking unfair. He didn't get attacked. Probably another weird power that vampires could show off. They had everything, didn't they? Strengthened abilities, that whole living-forever-remaining-beautiful thing, the unfair beauty that they had to begin with, sucking-out-your-blood-through-a-straw thing, and god knows what else they had under their belts. He wouldn't be surprised if every vampire in the world was a blackbelt in karate (as if they didn't act like it already). So it definitely wouldn't surprise him if they had some weird contact with bats, and therefore he was untouchable.
His cheeks flushed. "Why, do you think bats beat the shit out of me?" he muttered. There we go, that was better. Mean Fletcher, yes! Be mean! Show him what you got! Still, his heart pounded against his chest. Every moment was like a time bomb, ticking away--and he knew he was going to blow up. It was just a matter of time. His eyes flicked upward, meeting Andrew's green ones coolly. Why did life have to be so...aggravating? Couldn't things just, for once, go his way?
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Post by andrew lacetti on Jun 29, 2008 21:08:50 GMT -5
For a second, Andrew was taken aback by the sudden change of tone in their conversation. But then, he really wasn't much surprised. He should have known that they wouldn't be able to really get along for more than a few seconds. They were supposed to hate each other. Andrew moved his black hair from his eyes with slim fingers. Anger blazed in them, along with something like sadness. For a second there, he thought maybe they'd get to be cool with each other. "Oh yeah, 'cause you know what, I told them to do that!" he said angrily, heart pounding in his ribcage. "You know us Vampires, huh?" Andrew took a deep breath, staring at Fletcher. "Your just another stupid, steroetypical Werewolf, aren't you?!" he said. Andrew was sure that Fletcher was probably connecting Vampires to bats, just like every other fucking person did. It hurt, and so Andrew just needed to find something, anything to argue about.
Cheeks flushed, Andrew crossed his arms over his chest, taking another quiet breath. So much for getting along with Fletcher. Andrew could feel his heart pounding painfully in his chest. He shouldn't have let his hopes up about getting along with the other boy. Obviously, he hated Andrew.
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Post by fletcher cross on Jun 29, 2008 21:28:01 GMT -5
Andrew shot back just as fierce. There was officially no hope. Then again, his conscience kindly reminded him, he had started the vicious attack. He wasn't even sure why. Lack of things to say, or maybe it had been too uncomfortable having the vampire be nice to him. Deep down, something had squirmed inside him and told him that it wasn't possible--and lookie there. It wasn't. He had been faking it, as always. "Wouldn't surprise me, bat-breath," he shot back, eyes narrowing. "What with all the things you can do! Oh, look at me, I'm immortal! I can scale walls! I can fly circles around you! I can fucking rip your guts out and use them to floss my flawless teeth." Distress. God knows how many months of emotion spilling out at once. "Like you know us--fleabags, as you so affectionately call us. Right?"
You're just another stupid, steroetypical Werewolf, aren't you?!
He fell silent. For the first time in what seemed like ages, he looked Andrew in the eyes, his own blazing coldly. "You--did you come here to fucking screw with me? Do you like to cause people pain?" he asked, pushing himself into a standing position. Fletcher quickly closed the gap between them, now face to face with the vampire. "Do you get some sort of sick enjoyment from it? 'Cause you sure as hell don't look sad..." If only he knew. If only.
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Post by andrew lacetti on Jun 29, 2008 21:48:49 GMT -5
Andrew glared angrily at Fletcher as he shot back at him. Of course, he thought Vampires were perfect too. Everyone thought that. Stupid, fucking, Fletcher; had to classify him just like everyone else did. Why couldn't he just be normal?! He'd rather be Fletcher, at least he was more human-like. "So you think I like all that shit? That I like being a freak? What about you! You get to be relatively normal! You don't have to-to..." Andrew trailed off. He wanted to say 'to kill people' but it kind of just got stuck in his throat. That was the worst part.
Suddenly, Andrew found himself face-to-face with Fletcher. The other boy was shouting in his face about something. How Andrew probably enjoyed being mean to him and other people. If only Fletcher knew how off the bat he was. Andrew didn't know what to say in reply. And before he was really sure what he was doing, his hand had found its way to the back of Fletcher's head. Andrew pressed his lips firmly to the other's. How long had he wanted to do that? And finally he had... The kiss only lasted for a couple of seconds before it dawned on Andrew what he doing. He quickly parted his lips from Fletcher's and moved his hand away from the other's head. Andrew quickly-- and I mean quickly, keeping in mind his inhuman speed-- back away from Fletcher, finally pausing when he was no less than a yard of so away.
What had he just fucking done?! Had he seriously just kissed Fletcher? I must be going insane, he thought. Andrew looked up from glaring at the floor, shooting his green gaze to Fletcher.
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Post by fletcher cross on Jun 29, 2008 22:00:57 GMT -5
A freak? Where did he think he was? He went to a school where fucking fairies floated around campus and people like himself had to watch out for fleas that they might have brought in from their daily run. He was as much of a freak as anyone else there. The only difference was that he got to have all the advantages while he frolicked around as if no one else in the world was around. He was the one that everyone liked, that everyone wanted to be. Not him. No one wanted the smelly dog as their friend. "What, Andrew? Don't have to what? Eat people? Because, tell me, I don't think my small fucking brain could handle something like that."
The other was silent. He silently wondered if he had gone too far. Still panting, he tried not to think about how badly he was screwing this relationship up. The slim percent of a chance he had with Andrew had disappeared completely. For a moment he looked away, head throbbing intensely. When he looked back, he was taken completely off guard; he found his lips locked to Andrew's. The sensation was like a thousand needles pricking into his skin out of excitement. He swore to god, if Helen could sink a hundred ships, Andrew could make them all rise again. And then it ended. It ended much too quickly. He blushed furiously and looked away; he saw the other dart back a few feet. Confusion swept over him.
"I--you're--" he gave a weak attempt at speech again. "You're not supposed to do that!" he blurted out in complete and utter lack of rational response. The darker blue in his eyes melted into the light, confusion and excitement mixing in all at once.
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Post by andrew lacetti on Jun 29, 2008 22:15:26 GMT -5
Green pools continued to gaze at Fletcher. Andrew was at a complete loss for words. Thousands of different emotions were running through his body right now. And he wanted to just feel the other's lips on his again. Not supposed to do that? Andrew thought. "W-what... do you mean?" Andrew stammered, still struggling to get any words out of his mouth. His DCs squeaked quietly on the floor a few times as he moved a few steps closer to Fletcher again. "Then what am I supposed to do?" he asked; voice quiet for once and actually looking full into the other's eyes, " 'Cause I have no idea what I just did." Andrew glanced at the floor around him and found a big rock, sitting down on it with a sigh.
Andrew hunched over slightly, resting his elbows on his legs, his slim fingers gripping his black hair. He chewed on his bottom lip again. God, he was such an idiot. "Look, I'm really sorry. I know you hate me. I don't know what I was thinking," Andrew finally muttered, daring to look back up to Fletcher.
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Post by fletcher cross on Jun 29, 2008 22:39:51 GMT -5
He didn't think it was possible, but it actually, physically hurt to look into his eyes. The look he was getting was unbearable. Andrew's words seemed to drift into one ear and out the other. They barely registered in his mind; they sounded like far-off echoes of what might have been directed at him, had he been paying attention. Finally he caught on. It took a while, but his brain processed what he was being told. What was even worse was that by now he had a headache that was splitting him open like a chainsaw. And yes, our little genius began to yell (again) during said headache. "You know what, Andrew? I don't know. I honestly have no idea."
Another jab of pain. For the hell of it, he added, "Plus the fact that I'm stuck in a fucking maze isn't really clearing things up!"
He paused. What did he say? Slowly, Fletcher brought his eyes over to Andrew's--which, surprisingly, gazed back at him. The moment of truth? If he could bring himself to still staying alive after kissing Andrew, he could tell him a miniscule bit of truth, right? "I don't hate you," he sighed, more out of exhaustion than sadness. He leaned back against the glittering wall, head hitting it with a loud thump. The bits and pieces of blonde/brown/black hair framed his face, eyes burning holes into the endless tunnel before him.
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Post by andrew lacetti on Jun 29, 2008 22:56:51 GMT -5
And why was Fletcher shouting at Andrew now? The Vampire wondered as the other's loud words echoed around the rock walls of the cave. He tuned in to hear the other's words. "Oh, so I'm any better off then? Maybe its because I'm a Vampire. So I'll be able to find my way out somehow!" Andrew answered, voice raised in a shout instinctively to the other's shouting. He gave a deep sigh, trying to calm himself. Andrew looked at the ground again, hair falling into his hair. He gave himself a moment of being quiet to cool off. Then Andrew looked back up to Fletcher. "Why do you always have to yell at me?" he questioned; hopefully nothing escaped but curiosity, none of the sadness he was feeling right now.
Andrew stared at Fletcher when the other boy spoke again. His green pools grew slightly in surprise. He... didn't... hate him? Andrew was taken aback by that; unsure if he believed it. Fletcher sure acted like it. But then, andrew acted like he hated Fletcher-- and he felt no where near close to hatred in acutality. Andrew remained silent for a while, half watching the Werewolf. Finally he spoke, "You don't hate me?" he asked, still surprised. Then how did he feel, exactly? Andrew could feel his hope soaring up to a height that was dangerously high.
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Post by fletcher cross on Jun 30, 2008 9:39:37 GMT -5
Maybe, his thoughts echoed inside his head sourly. He watched quietly for a moments as Andrew bent over, seemingly gathering his thoughts and calming down. That was a good idea. Another was avoiding eye contact at this point in time. "That's not what I meant," he muttered in a somewhat defeated voice, smoothing back a few locks of his hair from in front of his face. "I mean...you know which way you came in, right?" He sure as hell didn't. Every tunnel in the Underground looked exactly the same to him, and thanks to the bats, he didn't know which direction he came from. Why do I always have to yell. Damn good question. He wished he knew the answer to that too. Instead of making more of an idiot out of himself, he fell silent.
Slowly, hesitantly, he shook his head. "No, I don't," he admitted, reaching down to pick up a few more of the purple and blue stones that sat pleasantly at the edge of his vans. Fletcher released a barely audible sigh and, tossing a few more pebbles into the pool of water, leaned back against the wall again. The noise they made when they plopped into the water was a lot like tinkling bells, he thought, and it was as if they danced to the bottom of the dark abyss, like there was something waiting for them. That’s what everyone wanted, right? Someone waiting for them at the end. “Can you say the same?” he asked softly, blinking and looking up at Andrew.
“Whatever the answer, we have to get out of here.” Somehow he had the sinking feeling that both of them were lost...
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