Post by luxcamden on Jan 13, 2012 23:15:52 GMT -5
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-Jack o’ lanterns and the gleeful night of tricks and treats had been the last time Lux Camden had come into contact with humanity. Eight silver bullets had ensured the loss of her sense of reality, trapping her in a hellish scene where the only option she was presented was to face her own demons. Demons of her transformation, unwanted firing from the Ministry, and the largest demon of all: the realization her beastly side never having the ability to mesh with only man she wished to spend her life with. Enclosed in a cell with bars of silver and a large window which allowed pure light to pour in, Lux inched towards coming to terms with the monster she had shoved aside since being brutally attacked. Nothing she did, no efforts put worth, would ever lay the fangs and craving for blood to rest. Astor Delacroix had a brilliant scheming mind, to realize that while placed in solitary confinement each of the beasts would mull over their standings in the world and see that their time was approaching and they had no power to pose a resistance. Laying in her cell, mere inches from the streams of light which could cause her death, Lux’s dwindling life (or lifeless) wandered whether she should bring her own demise in order to salvage some of her integrity and pride.
Evander Thorne, her fiance as of the night she had been assaulted and abducted, stood as her soul drive to preserving the tiniest bit of life which remained. His eternally smug grin surfaced in her mind the first occasion where she had decided to roll into the sun. Much effort didn’t need to be worked into flopping her body over a few times to let herself sizzle in the glowing rays which ironically stood for life and hope of a new day. More effort factored into ignoring the taunts of the snatchers, resisting the blood which they allow to flow like water, and placing a symbolic muzzle to restrain herself from countering their vulgar and heinous thoughts spoke aloud. Evander physically was then placed before her, viewing her in raw agony and her pitiful faith for a quiet ending. Reunited with Evander had sparked life in Lux that had been absent since the silver had met her back to seal her end when the hideous word ‘cruor’ carved into her angel skin. The simple sight of a ragged and defeated Evander, worn from his poorly planned rescue attempt, ignited Lux, changed the aim of her desperation to fold herself into his arms, instead of the frigid grasp of death. Whose arms had had met already and now tactfully evaded with her alien advantage of immortality.
Harry Potter proved to be her savior, laying his own life down as a sacrifice to offer the supernaturals a chance to run. The night of his death fogged in her memory, too much calamity and confusion to focus upon the invasion of the Order and the valor of the Boy Who Lived. Tired and drained, it was a miracle from the gods themselves Lux had managed to stand on her own feet, let along lift Evander and carry him upon her back. Determination for another opportunity of freedom drove her, following along with the other vampires to a safe haven the Order had prepared if the outcome came as they had expected. The death of the greatest known wizard struck a tragic chord, Lux practically groveling at his spiritual feet to be located at a camp blessed with spell upon spell to see the refugees received complete safety. Canvas tents were set up, with Lux and Evander gracious to be assigned their own tent, albeit it was tiny one. A week had passed by, activity low in the camp as the vampires recovered from the brutal treatment. Lux remained alert, tending to Evander, who physically was close to death, seeing that he did not fade away just as they reached another try at free life.
In the camp they were completely closed off from the world, nothing but the company of the others and their rumors serving as updates. Talk of the war did not exist, each creature was only thankful to be apart from the camp where death would be their only gift. The current setting was late evening, the sun fallen with a soft babble traveling throughout the camp. Lux chose not to participate in the conversation, instead rummaging around few tents to discover the pieces of a destroyed wand. A bit of tampering with the wand and Lux had sparks flying, with which she sheared her hair in one clean cut. One piece of a wand was not much, but she pocketed the piece, feeling lighter as she returned back to the tent, peeking in to see Evander’s form still huddle under the thinning blanket. Her sleeves were pulled down over her icy hands before she dropped down, crawling over to him and nuzzling against his side. She did not want to wake him, regardless of the fact he had been dozing constantly. “I love you,” she slowly whispered, savoring each sacred word she spoke against his shoulder.
Evander Thorne, her fiance as of the night she had been assaulted and abducted, stood as her soul drive to preserving the tiniest bit of life which remained. His eternally smug grin surfaced in her mind the first occasion where she had decided to roll into the sun. Much effort didn’t need to be worked into flopping her body over a few times to let herself sizzle in the glowing rays which ironically stood for life and hope of a new day. More effort factored into ignoring the taunts of the snatchers, resisting the blood which they allow to flow like water, and placing a symbolic muzzle to restrain herself from countering their vulgar and heinous thoughts spoke aloud. Evander physically was then placed before her, viewing her in raw agony and her pitiful faith for a quiet ending. Reunited with Evander had sparked life in Lux that had been absent since the silver had met her back to seal her end when the hideous word ‘cruor’ carved into her angel skin. The simple sight of a ragged and defeated Evander, worn from his poorly planned rescue attempt, ignited Lux, changed the aim of her desperation to fold herself into his arms, instead of the frigid grasp of death. Whose arms had had met already and now tactfully evaded with her alien advantage of immortality.
Harry Potter proved to be her savior, laying his own life down as a sacrifice to offer the supernaturals a chance to run. The night of his death fogged in her memory, too much calamity and confusion to focus upon the invasion of the Order and the valor of the Boy Who Lived. Tired and drained, it was a miracle from the gods themselves Lux had managed to stand on her own feet, let along lift Evander and carry him upon her back. Determination for another opportunity of freedom drove her, following along with the other vampires to a safe haven the Order had prepared if the outcome came as they had expected. The death of the greatest known wizard struck a tragic chord, Lux practically groveling at his spiritual feet to be located at a camp blessed with spell upon spell to see the refugees received complete safety. Canvas tents were set up, with Lux and Evander gracious to be assigned their own tent, albeit it was tiny one. A week had passed by, activity low in the camp as the vampires recovered from the brutal treatment. Lux remained alert, tending to Evander, who physically was close to death, seeing that he did not fade away just as they reached another try at free life.
In the camp they were completely closed off from the world, nothing but the company of the others and their rumors serving as updates. Talk of the war did not exist, each creature was only thankful to be apart from the camp where death would be their only gift. The current setting was late evening, the sun fallen with a soft babble traveling throughout the camp. Lux chose not to participate in the conversation, instead rummaging around few tents to discover the pieces of a destroyed wand. A bit of tampering with the wand and Lux had sparks flying, with which she sheared her hair in one clean cut. One piece of a wand was not much, but she pocketed the piece, feeling lighter as she returned back to the tent, peeking in to see Evander’s form still huddle under the thinning blanket. Her sleeves were pulled down over her icy hands before she dropped down, crawling over to him and nuzzling against his side. She did not want to wake him, regardless of the fact he had been dozing constantly. “I love you,” she slowly whispered, savoring each sacred word she spoke against his shoulder.