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"Forgive me I have two faces. One for the world, one for God save me."
Joined: Aug 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 143 Karma: -41
Gabriels Journal « Thread Started on Aug 26, 2008, 9:14pm »
Gabriel . . . Gabriel . . . help me.
Gabriel awoke startled, grappling fingers in the thick covers of his sheets. He stared up toward the ceiling with droplets of perspiration dotted along his brow, trailing down both cheeks and upper lip. He remembered to breath suddenly as his breath was caught in the back of his throat. What had woken him? He struggled to remember until his thoughts turned black, and it was nothing more than a mere blurred vision of what he believed to be Lydia. A dream amongst many, but even now as he laid awake, it had felt more real than any dream he had ever experienced.
He pushed the sheets aside and slid out of bed, sitting on the edge with both feet planted on the cold wooden floor. The moonlight radiated in through the blinds of his small apartment in New York. He could hear the distance wailing of sirens, the echo of dogs barking, and somewhere a floor below him he could just faintly here a couple arguing. He wiped his forehead of the moisture and headed out of the bedroom. He stepped into the tiny alcove that held the kitchen and started a fresh batch of coffee. He reached into a cabinet above the stove and brought down a filter and placed it in the latch. He rinsed out the glass pot before filling it with room temperature water and dumping it in the back of the machine. He dropped in about six cups of Folgers, before switching the machine on.
Gabriel pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and sat down. He had a mind to turn around and glance at the clock and find it just past midnight. He had only been asleep for three hours. It felt so much longer. He propped elbows on the table and held his face secluded in his hands. But what had awoken him? He tried to remember, tried harder than ever, and every time he pushed the thought kept sliding further and further away.
"Well, then, run out like the coward you are, you son of a bitch!" A woman's voice broke the silence, followed by a heavy slam of a door. The couple downstairs had been on the fence for some time. The man would leave for two days, and return with a silly grin with flowers in his arms and be accepted back without questions asked; only for the entire charade to restart it's monotonous routine. Oh, fortunate that Gabriel would get the chance to hear it at it's peak.
"Surely, she'd get the hint by now." He muttered to the silence of his apartment. He knew better than to think the woman would. The man would return in a few days, and it would all be sugar and honey for the next week.
The smell of enriched grounds began to filter into the open air. Gabriel inhaled the aroma deep, letting it cleanse his entire body before he would pour himself a mug. The cup was warm in his hands and the feeling was more than just comforting. He raised the cup to his lips and sipped, letting the hot liquid do it's job in burning all the way down. He shuddered and felt somewhat better, like the night could finally go on and feel as it should.
Gabriel . . help me, Gabriel.
Gabriel turned around, examining the layout of his apartment. The voice was much louder, it felt closer, causing the heart in his chest to race without question.
"Who's there?" he asked, finding only himself. C'mon, don't start halluincating yet, Gabriel. "Is someone else in here?"
No one answered.
Gabriel dumped his coffee out in the sink and turned off the machine. He wanted -- needed total silence as he ventured out of the kitchen, and onto the soft carpet in the tiny living area.
"I heard you that time, damn it, now show yourself."
Nothing. Nothing except for the sound of his heavy breathing; the wailing of sirens in the streets; the echo of dogs barking . . . . . And a knock at the door.
"Forgive me I have two faces. One for the world, one for God save me."
Joined: Aug 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 143 Karma: -41
Re: Gabriel's Journal's « Reply #1 on Aug 26, 2008, 9:14pm »
The pounding at the door sounded twice. Silence. Then it came again, a bit more sharply than the first.
Gabriel remained poised in the living room, glaring at the door as if he had x-ray vision. However, that was not one of the Darkling abilities nor was it an ability of the Slayer. However at this moment, he wished it was. His skin began to crawl, an icy chill that started at the base of the spine and work it's way slowly upward. He had a rather bad feeling about this. Outside that door, it wasn't anyone friendly. Gabriel never had friends; at least never acquainted with anyone long enough to become anything more. Not since Lydia and Gregory. Whoever it was outside that door, they were anything but a friend.
The pounding continued. This time the strength of the knock nearly took the door off it's hinges. Gabriel could easily watch as the flimsy door bow inward at the force. He heard a grunt, then a heave as something heavy impacted. The force threw the door open, splintering the door frame, sending slivers of wood scattering to the carpet alone. By then, Gabriel was ready. He backed up a step as the two men clothed in black armor ambled into the apartment. Soldiers. Not just any soldiers. Darkling soldiers.
They weren't familiar, which meant they had been recruited long after his fated departure. They stood nearly the same height, with the one man standing a good inch or two above his partner. The first had dark strands matted to his face with fur-like hair falling into his rough features. His lips were twisted with an up-turned nose. Clearly he hadn't been on the receiving end of the gene pool. Darklings were known to be rather enchanting looking. That's what made them so dangerous. The beauty of their appearance to lure in the unsuspecting. His build was heavy with broad shoulders and a protruding chest where thick layer of charred black armor laid flat. The second man was shorter, much stockier, while at the same time lean. His hair was darker, as well, however longer as the end of locks rested across the top of his shoulders. His face had more lift, a more feminine touch as his cheeks were high profiled with a perfectly sloped nose. His posture was slouched as if the armor was too heavy to rest upon his body.
"Gabriele Haelion," The taller man grunted, a dark voice that seemed disgusted to say such a name. Gabriel would suspect as much, his kin would rather look down on at he son who had abandoned and betrayed their society. He had changed his name to suit the American lifestyle. It was after he adorned a new calling to himself that Gabriel felt he had washed his hands clean. "Dakr," he pointed to himself, before gesturing to his comrad. "Rez."
"Think you may have the wrong residence," Gabriel replied, keeping darkening eyes trained on his two trespassers.
The men shared an exchange of glances. "It would be a callous mistake on our part. But even we can smell the likeness of a Darkling miles away. And you, my boy, are the only Darkling out in this world." Dakr added.
"And you have what? Come all this way just to bring me back? I left upon my own choices, not the choices of the court." He remained still, his stance tightly poised with tension weaving through his muscles to rest along his shoulders. They were soldiers of the court. The same court that forbid Darklings to proceeding outside their society. They saw it as an offense. They disliked the feeling of being exposed to the natural human world until the day came, they would explode in numbers and parade around to steal uncharted land. It was important to the court that all Darklings were accounted for, before that ever occured.
"You know the law, Gabriele. It is the law that forbades you in hiding amongst these mortal people. You endanger our kind by exposing yourself. Do you truly wish for death to fall upon us by your belligerence?" This coming from Rez, who sidled up to stand next to his partner, his hand falling to rest across the solid gold hilt of his glimmering sword.
"The law is void." Gabriel sounded. "There is no way these people know that we are here. What makes you believe that I care in what happens to the rest of you? That is the sole reason I left." A smile began to form on his charming face.
Dakr's lips tilted upward in what appeared to be a grin or was a sneer? Gabriel couldn't know for sure. It was like his lips smiled wrong, or perhaps they couldn't fully. "Then it is by our orders that if you refuse to return willingly, to kill you where you stand." His hand fell downward as well, to mimick that of Rez as his hand settled over the hilt of his sword. His fingers squeezed warmly over the metal, flexing with pure ease.
Gabriel had seconds to think as the sword was drawn from Dakr's sheath. It swung heavily with a shrill in the air, the blade arching with full throttle as it ascended downward. The warm metal grew closer and closer, the heat scorching the air in front of his face, as the blade extended in the desire to pierce flesh and make that thrust of death absolute . . .
"Forgive me I have two faces. One for the world, one for God save me."
Joined: Aug 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 143 Karma: -41
Re: Gabriel's Journal's « Reply #2 on Aug 26, 2008, 9:15pm »
He barely had seconds to react as the warm blade neared his face. Gabriel ducked just in time, feeling the blade chaf just above his head. Dakr and Rez were obviously disappointed their attempting hadn't made it's mark. So together they rampaged forward. The two Darkling soldiers raced toward him, one on each side, boxing Gabriel entirely inside. There was no planning ahead, executing a plan of action; whatever he had to do, it had to be done now.
Rez swung his arm out first, his fist managed to slam into the side of Gabriel's face. The room tilted for an instant, rocking back and forth, before something dropped heavily on his shoulder. The next thing he realized was that his face had hit the floor. Hands gripped his shirt, hauling him over onto his back, where another fist was waiting. Right, enough of this. As Dakr began to lean downward, Gabriel kicked both feet upward, slamming them into the man's face. He howled, wiping the blood as it seeped from a split on his lower lip. Gabriel kept the momentum and hopped back onto his feet. This is where the dexterity of a Slayer came in handy.
The left arm was swung low, uppercutting Rez sending the man backward to hit the wall with a fierce velocity. He felt the other at his back, Gabriel spun perfectly. His hands fell across Dakr's shoulders, holding onto the material of his shirt, he launched the man forward, sending him straight for the window. The sheer force of impact shattered the glass immediately, sending the Darkling over the railing of the balcony and down to the streets below. One down. One to go.
Rez had recovered, he bent over and gripped the side of the coffee table with both hands. Darklings had astounding strength, thus the entire reason behind Rez fully demonstrating just how strong their kind could be. The table lifted effortlessly, without a flinch or restrain of muscles, it was swung like a baseball bat. It whistled in the air as it was heaved. Gabriel threw both arms over his head and leapt off the ground. By the time he reached the ceiling, the table had collapsed, the wood splintering as it hit the floor. That was a nice table, too. Gabriel pitied. Most appreciated things in life came to an end sooner or later.
Back safely on the ground, Rez kicked his foot out. Gabriel caught it with both hands fastened around his right ankle. He gave it a shrewed twist, Rez cried out with a low grunt, cursing low under his breath. "Should have planned better. I have been waiting for a while." It was half the truth. He had been waiting for the arrival of someone for a while, yes. But had he expected it tonight, no. If he had, he would've been a whole lot more prepared. He should've known better. With Rez's foot still clasped within his hands, he used the remarkable strength of that of a Darkling acquainting with a Slayer's natural ability to toss the man's leg upward forcing him to flip backward, landing sharply on his back.
Where did that knife go? He searched quickly, finding the glint of metal, grabbed it off the carpet. With a practiced flip in his right hand, his fingers squeezed around the brass hilt. He wouldn't give Rez another chance to recompose as the blade was lowered and cut neatly through the Darkling's thick neck, severing his head completely from his body. A frothy spray of blood spewed from the neck, drenching the lower half of Gabriel's close and into the dark brown carpet. He stared, he couldn't help it. He couldn't find it in him to admire his victory of his enemies, and instead, felt ashamed. He dropped the blade and stepped back.
He had to change. He had to move. He had to forget. And he knew the last was going to be the most difficult.
"No, no, no," He shook his head with such defiance. She was going about this the wrong way. Everything. She barely listened as she swung her left wrist up, forming a dangerous hook, and popping it in the vampire's face. The force alone sent the demon sprawling backward onto the ground, his arms flailing enough to kick up a spray of dust and dirt. It growled once, flashing eyes as it sprung back onto it's feet.
"What! I didn't do anything wrong! I did exactly what you -- OOF," the vampire pounced, grinning maliciously with long ugly fangs dripping profusely from it's twisted lips. It breathed it's rancid breath into her face. Her tiny hands pounded away against his chest, trying to force him back; anything to get the damn thing off of her.
"GABRIEL!" She screamed pitiously, kicking her legs and slamming her hands as hard as she could. The vampire wasn't budging. Infact, he was just hanging out, as if he enjoyed watching her struggle.
Gabriel rolled his eyes, skulked over and sent a cracking kick to the vampire's ribcage. The corpse flew off her and landed a couple feet from where she lay. A sense of relief fluttered throughout her body as she scrambled, turning her body over, pushing up off the ground. She was out of breath, leaning over with hands placed upon her knees, feeling the adrenaline burning throughout her veins, sending her heart into chaotic rhythms.
"Told you so." He whispered, snickering all the while. The elusive Darkling bounced around the petite Slayer, casually approaching the vampire.
She just glared, narrowing her eyes, with lips tugged into a sneer. "Just shut up, Gabe." She clapped her hands, dusted off her clothes, adjusting the dark red sleeves of her overcoat.
Gabriel just laughed, turning around to scrutinize her expression. She was just so irritated. He grinned callously, spinning back around to face their most recent assiliant. The male vampire with medium build, soft black hair and enraged golden eyes, had just about recomposed himself. It had all about put itself entire body into a defensive block. Gabriel just whipped his right hand out, smacking the vampire hard in the face. It rocked back a few steps, cursing loudly as both hands raised to cup it's bleeding nose.
"You aren't teaching her anything," Gabriel pointed out, indicating the girl standing with her arms crossed behind him. "Now get over there, and push her down."
"Yeah!" She shouted loud enough, it forced her entire body off the ground, using the momentum to project her voice. "C'mon over here, you gnarly-looking leper! I'm right here, baby!" She puckered sultry lips and blew him a kiss. "I got somethin' sweet for you, babe." This added with a wink.
"Gloria, I pray you not to help me antagonize the vampire."
"Why not? He's chock full of stupid, just look at him."
They both looked over. The vampire simply shrugged, then seemed to understand it was being mocked. It charged away from Gabriel, running full speed on powerful legs toward the dark-haired Slayer. Her eyes suddenly grew as wide as saucepans. Her nervous hands went fumbling for a stake, or anything she could get a hold of. She backed; one step, then two. Her eyes hesitantly looked from the vampire to Gabriel, seeking assistance as she pulled her hand back, fingers clenched around the elongated wooden object.
The vampire never slowed down, just gained speed. Gloria wasn't going to be successful tonight. Gabriel skipped lightly on both feet before he raced back toward her, following the speedy vampire. Faster than the bloodsucker, Gabriel didn't waste a second before he caught up. He dropped both hands on the vamp's shoulders and drove him roughly to the ground. He turned the vamp around, sending fist after fist to mess up it's grotesque face. He pummeled and punched, spraying blood and denting flesh. This is what the Darklings lived for; violence and war and pain. This is what Gabriel felt as he used every ounce of it to turn the vampire's face into a bloody piece of meat.
"Gloria," Gabriel muttered, swinging his right hand continuously. "Come here." He watched out of the corner of his eye as she hesitated in moving closer, feet barely shuffling along the ground. She looked from the vampire to Gabriel, before stopping an inch or two away from the scuffle.
One final swing and Gabriel pulled back, his knuckles were bloodied and thick with juices and other liquids he rather not attempt to distinguish. The vampire wasn't going anywhere, he lay there broken; choking on his own fluids. Gabriel turned, blackened eyes shining dully, glanced to Gloria. He pointed to the body on the ground, pointing to his chest.
"Stake him." A brow raised. She looked around, before turning her attention to her stake, clutched wholeheartedly in her hand. "Stake him, Gloria." Gabriel insisted.
She nodded, tears trickling down her cheeks. She fell to her knees beside the vampire, held the stake in both hands and raised her arms above her head. Her eyes closed for a moment, she readied herself; preparing to deliver the final blow to end the vampire's sorry ass life. Her arms descended in a flurry, bringing the stake down with a grunt, as it slipped past the vampire's shirt and thrust into his chest; the vampire screamed. Gloria released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, slowly opening her eyes to see if she had made her mark.
"Missed," Gabriel sighed, lulling his head down precariously. The vampire still wailing on the ground, blinked suddenly, and glared up at them both. It stopped thrashing and the expression turned furious.
"Shit!" She exclaimed, musing her lips together. She grabbed the damn stake, wrenched it free from it's chest, and plunged again this time in the correct spot. The vampire screamed once more until it's body disintegrated into fine bits of dust, scattered in the wind and along the ground.
"There you go," he grinned, walking over with a hand held out to assist Gloria to her feet. "Good girl. You'll have this down in no time." She rolled her eyes, slipping the stake unseen into the back of her pants.
"Doesn't seem like it. I suck, Gabe. Like, really suck." She turned, dark blue eyes gazing up to connect to his face.
Gabriel was silent, thoughtful. He just looked at her soulful eyes and felt his chest tighten. "Don't say that, Gloria. You have a long way to go, a lot to learn. And we'll do it, both of us."
"Forgive me I have two faces. One for the world, one for God save me."
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Re: Gloria hijacked Gabriels Journal! « Reply #4 on Nov 17, 2008, 8:24pm »
Don’t tell Gabriel, I kind of stole his little diary thing, and wanted to add in an entry. I shall dub this elaborate and intricate journal, the “Glorious Gloria” diaries, or something. Heh, Glorious Gloria, it kind of has a ring to it, don’t you think? I think so, and I think Gabriel might actually appreciate it. Glorious Gloria. Although, I’m kind of not so glorious as I’d like to be. I’m actually kind of normal, unless you count the super speed, superhuman strength, and oh yeah, the whole blurb about me being some kind of Chosen One.
This diary has all kinds of writings in it, the words and everything sound like some stuffy Englishman. It’s written in like perfect English, I don’t even know what perfect English looks like. But if I had any idea, I might’ve just found it. He writes a lot about a Slayer named Lydia. There’s even a little black and white photo of her, she’s really pretty. I wish I was that pretty. She’s a Slayer, too! And so am I!
I never thought Slayers could look that beautiful and still be capable of punching a vampire to death! Or, well, I mean staking. Can punch a vampire all you want, until your fists turn black and blue, and they’ll still snarl like some God ugly beast. God, vampires are so ugly. What makes them that ugly? I thought they were supposed to be pretty, with enchanting eyes. There’s so nothing anything enchanting about how ugly their yellow eyes are. Let’s not talk about their breath, and inhaling the dust after they’ve been killed. G. R. O. S. S!!
So, anyway, back to what I was trying to say before. I’m not so extraordinary, I’m just a fourteen year old who lives in St. Louis. I’m sitting on my bed as it snows outside, the sky is a crisp color blue, the trees are dead, and did I mention how cold it is! I don’t want to fight in the cold like this, it makes my arms and legs all achy. Vampires can’t feel the cold, apparently; kind of lucky that way, I guess. Why can’t they just hibernate like bears or something. Horde a food stash and hide out in a cave deep in the woods, wait until spring comes around, and then I can kill them all! I like that idea, it’s a good one, right? Right, about the hording food and stashing it part, I’ll totally work on that.
Gabriel’s downstairs cooking right now. Not to be bias or anything, but for a demon, he cooks exceptionally well. I mean, amazingly well. You’d never guess he wasn’t anything less than human. I’d be insane if I continued to see him as such, he’s helped me out with so much. I don’t think anyone else would’ve been as generous.
My Watcher was killed, right in front of me. I had lost my parents in a fire years before. I was living with some foster parents who were more frigid than the damn cold. Mr. Kendrick was a good man. He was often stuffy and wrote just as divine as the Englishman had earlier in this book. In the short amount time that I knew him, I had grown to see him like the father I had lost. It hurt a lot when he died, and then that same night, Gabriel was there. I don’t where he came from, he showed up out of no where and fought off all the vampires without so much as breaking a sweat. I was hesitant at first, though quickly I began to realize, he wasn’t like the other demons I was being trained to fight. He was different.
And, you wanna know a secret? He’s a Slayer, too! A boy Slayer. It’s the most amazing thing ever, not to mention, he’s really good looking. It’s a shame he isn’t as young as he looks, he’s only like --- in the upper nineties.
I don’t normally have such feeling toward older men, Gabriel tops my cake like white icing. Oh my God, what was I thinking writing something like that on here! And in pen! I couldn’t find a pencil anywhere and settled on the first thing I found. Oh no! He’s gonna read this …I’m so embarrassed. I can’t tear the pages out, he’d definitely notice!
Great going Gloria! As it would appear, I’m not so glorious after all, am I?
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