Reason For Eternity (Krysta {Back Story}) 1927 - ?

[Isaac Hart]

((This thread isn't in Pheonix exactly, but was in the south so I figured the location worked))

Isaac Hart had always been told he was worthless, at least he was told that during the times his father were drunk and those seemed more frequent than the times the man was actually sober. Still, when you're told something like this over and over it was far too easy to end up believing it. As far as Isaac was concerned, he was nothing but a waste of space and resources. He could die and the world would keep spinning and no one would be the wiser or even care. If anything, there'd be more food to go around and his father wouldn't have to worry about reminding him just how worthless he was.

These thoughts came to him as he stood on the edge of a bridge. This wasn't exactly the wisest place for a depressed person to stand. After all, you start thinking things like how you could just jump off and it would all be over. It was so simple, and all it took was one action and a moment where you were free falling before you hit. He could do it. He could rid the world of his presence. He could free it from the burden of his existence. What did he have to keep him here. Nothing.

[krysta]

Krysta had been watching the man for a while, and had to leave when it was time for her to eat. She had found someone who was hitting on a woman outside a bar, and she had to bite back a growl. "Hey, you..." she purred, feeling shaky out of nowhere. "Why don't you come over here?" She batted her eyes at him, and he fell for it. He staggered over to her and went to grab her when she bit him. It only took a few moments.

Krysta looked up at the horrified girl and just knocked her out. She sighed to herself before going back to where she had been sitting. Isaac was his name. Her red eyes searched for him. Just thinking of him made her lips curl. He was hers, and nothing was going to change that. She spotted him, and it looked like he was going to jump off. "Well, THAT would change things," she murmured. She jumped down quickly and ran towards him. "Hey, wait!"

[Isaac Hart]

He heard the voice calling to him. He started to turn to see who it was, but given his location that was a very bad move. He lost his footing. There was that brief moment where time stopped and he saw the redhead running toward him. After that everything was just a blur. All he really knew was that, whether he'd tried to jump or not, he was going to end up dead at the bottom.

Jumping wasn't like he'd thought it would be. The falling took a lot longer than he'd have thought. He had so much time to think about it, to think about dying. He had so much time to regret that he'd been standing there. Then he hit the water and everything went black as he struggled to breathe. The wind had been knocked out of his lungs, but as he tried to breathe he took in water. As he faded out of consciousness he realized that it wasn't the impact that was going to kill him. He was going to drown.

[krysta]

Krysta knew it was too late to reach him, but she tried anyway. When she saw him start to fall, she yelled out something she never used to say. "FUCK!" She rushed over to the bridge, reaching out towards him. "NOOOOOO!" She wasn't sure at first what to do. So, she jumped off after him, hoping she wasn't too late.

Krysta swam for a bit, looking around desperately for him. Finally, she caught sight of him and swam towards him. Wrapping an arm across his chest, she swam them both to shore, her red hair clinging to her skin and his. She carried him away from the edge of the river aways. "Isaac? Please wake up for me..."

After a couple seconds, Krysta knew she couldn't wait any longer. So, she started the process of turning him. She bit into his shoulder and waited til there was enough venom before pulling back.

[Isaac Hart]

He wasn't completely conscious , but nor was he unconscious. He was somewhere between the two as someone grabbed him, dragged him to the surface, and then pulled him onto the shore. But he couldn't breathe. He couldn't respond as his name was said. He couldn't do anything, not until it happened.

He wasn't sure at the time what it was the woman had done. There was this sharp pain in his shoulder, and then it started to burn like nothing he'd ever experienced. Not only that, but it was spreading. It was unbearable pain and it was going to engulf him, he just knew it. Pain should have been good. It meant he was alive. But I don't want to be alive, and even less now.

He didn't want life, and he didn't want this pain. He couldn't scream, and not only because of the water in his lungs but because he couldn't do much of anything. The pain overwhelmed him, took over everything, and all he could do was feel himself growing rigid and tense. If he'd been able to focus enough to even think, the only thing on is mind would have been, Make it stop. God, please make it stop.

[krysta]

Krysta brushed the hair out of his face, as she watched him in pain. She couldn't bear it, and so used the power she just learned she had. She started singing angelically, with a slow-like beat. It was something she had been thinking of, and knew he should probably hear it. She was using the power to ease him.

I feel so untouched and I want you so much
That I just can't resist you, it's not enough to say that I miss you
I feel so untouched right now, need you so much
Somehow I can't forget you, I've gone crazy from the moment I met you

Krysta never stopped singing, and she knew they should probably get out of there. She let her fingers run through his hair a moment as she thought. She could probably carry him, but what if someone saw them? She shook her head, not sure what she should do. She stayed there a few minutes, her red eyes watching him.

[Isaac Hart]

Isaac was in such pain, and yet then he heard her voice again. She was singing. It was beautiful, and something about it drew him in. The words, it was a love song, but then there was that something in her voice that just put him at ease. The pain was there, and yet he lost himself in her voice as she put him at ease. It was like an odd sort of anesthesia that relaxed him as the venom - the venom he didn't even know was in him, causing his pain - did its work.

There was a time where she stopped singing for a while, and he was vaguely aware through the pain that she was carrying him somewhere. When they finally stopped she continued to sing. He wasn't sure how long she kept singing. He lost track of time as the pain continued and she continued to sing to him, to keep the full extent of it at bay. In reality it was only three days total from the time she bit him, but he had no way of knowing. For him he was walking through a sort of hell and back, and it was an eternity with only her voice keeping him from drowning in the fire.

At the end of the three days the pain finally began to fade away and he relaxed. He lay there with his eyes closed, peaceful, as he listened to her voice and felt the pain leave. His body felt stronger, everything about him felt like it had been honed to its peak of performance. How had he gone from drowning and dying to this? He was even able to breathe, though initially he coughed up water. His red eyes flickered open, and he realized that he was thirsty. There was this burning need for food, a thirst for blood. That was wrong, wasn't it?

[krysta]

Krysta looked up then as he seemed to stir, her red eyes hopeful. She stopped singing and put the book down that she was reading. Ironically enough, it was Jeaniene Frost's Halfway to the Grave, a vampire love story. It was a complex book, and she had gotten the whole series that had been made thus far. "Hey," she spoke softly as she stood up to get him 'food.'

Krysta came back a couple minutes later, singing to a man, a man that looked homeless, with his pants below the hips a little bit. The guy had been rude to her when she had been able to sneak away for just a little bit. Thank God this dude had not been far away and she was able to lure him over here. Isaac would probably be upset at her, but later he'd forgive her for it. She hoped.

Krysta got the man to sit on the edge of the bed and looked over at Isaac. "I got you your dinner, and please don't freak out..."

[Isaac Hart]

The singing stopped, and she spoke to him. His eyes flickered to her, but she stood up and left for a moment. She left him alone for a few minutes, long enough to examine himself. His hands looked so pale, as was the rest of the skin he could see. He wished he had a mirror, could see his face. The only other thing he could figure out about what was different, aside from just feeling like his body was a paragon of perfection, was that there were sharp teeth in his mouth, at least sharper than any of his teeth had been.

When she returned it was with a man, seemingly homeless, who was in a trance. Was her singing doing that? Isaac wasn't sure, all he knew was that the guy sat on the edge of the bed near Isaac and the woman told him that this was his dinner. Isaac's first internal action was revulsion, but then he smelled it. Blood. That was what he wanted. He kept trying to tell himself it wasn't, but the problem was he just couldn't convince himself of that.

He reached his arms out and pulled the man toward him. The sharp teeth Isaac now had were used to bite into his neck. He tore some, the blood now flowing fast from the severed vein. Even as he was revolted by it, he drank the blood. The thing that probably scared him the most was that it tasted good to him now, it was satisfying. This was his food. What am I?

Some moments later the dead man was released and tumbled off the bed. Isaac, some blood still in the corner of his lip, turned to face the woman. She was the redhead who had been on the bridge, but he noticed more about her now. She was pale, her skin almost inhumanly so. Along with this, her eyes were bring crimson.

"Wh... who are you?" it took him a moment to find his voice as he spoke to her. "For that matter, what are you? And what am I?" Even as he said it some thing were starting to connect in his mind. Pale skin.... drinks blood.... I never used to believe in vampires, but what if I've become one?

[krysta]

Krysta's expression stayed soft, unsure of how to tell him who she was and what they were, both of them now. "I've been watching you for a while, Isaac." She let out a breath, feeling the nerves jumping around. "Not in a stalker kind of way, of course..." She tilted her head. "Just...observing." That said, she held out her hand. "Krystaline Moonshine. Though, most usually call me Krysta."

Krysta sat on the edge of the bed not too long after. "Well, Isaac, what I am...and what you are now as well...is a vampire. We live on blood, even if I don't agree with it..." She looked up at him, eyes gentle. "I know you may not agree with my decision at this particular moment, but I hope you'll be able to see why I did it in the future..."

[Isaac Hart]

It was all too much for him at the moment. He listened and he tried to take it all in, but that little information was just too much for him to try and handle, too much to comprehend. He was a vampire. He hadn't tried to get rid of himself just so she could make him live forever. He didn't want to be alive. He certainly didn't want to live forever, especially not having to live off the blood of other people.

~*~*~ Insert Judgement & Justice Here~*~*~
~*~*~ The Following Continues From One Careless Move ~*~*~

At the time he'd run away. He hadn't said much at all to her. There had been something said about how he hadn't wanted to live another day let alone for an eternity. He'd been mad, confused, and lost. He'd gone and taken his anger out on his father, but now that memory was ingrained in his head. He couldn't forget it, no matter how much he wanted to. The thing was, after seeing it so many times he realized just what a monster he'd been at that moment and if he were a human he'd have ended up vomiting because it disgusted him.

He didn't know where to look for Krysta, but he had to find her. She would understand how he felt. She'd said she didn't agree with drinking blood either. She could at least empathize with him, and maybe she would forgive him too. He didn't know. He wouldn't blame her if she didn't. It was almost ironic how he didn't know what he'd lost until he wasn't sure if he could get it back.

He found the place where she had brought him to, where he had woken as a vampire. Maybe she would be here. Maybe she was following him and just waiting until he came to his senses. Either of those would be preferable to what he worried as he called her name into the darkness. "Krysta?" Please don't tell me I'll never find her again.

[krysta]

Krysta leaned her body against the wall, breathing heavily. Her red eyes glared at the intruder in front of her, scared out of her mind of this man. She forced herself to stand up to fight him again when she heard Isaac. Her look became a worried one as she stood in the corner of the room. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Isaac..." She soon felt her lips say the name, though she hadn't meant to. "You need to leave..." Tears sprung to her eyes. "Please...before it's too late..." She was more worried for him now, more than herself. If she died, at least he could go on, right? She glared at the man in the room with her. She hissed a bit, fangs showing themselves.

[Isaac Hart]

He heard her voice. She must have been close. He turned a corner and found himself in the apartment he had woken up in after being turned. Krysta was against a wall and another man, jet black eyes indicating that he was probably a vampire too. Krysta had tears in her eyes, and she'd sounded scared. He'd hardly realized it, but every muscle in his body had tensed at her voice. This feeling, he couldn't tell what it was, but he felt so protective, so possessive, of her. She was his. He needed her if he was going to go on living like this, and no one was going to take her from him.

"I'm not going anywhere," he said, his voice something of a growl. He turned his scarlet eyes on the intruder, placing himself between the two almost in a challenge. "However, I think you should." Isaac didn't know, didn't care, what this man was here for. He was scaring Krysta, and that meant it wasn't good. "Get out. Now. That's not a request, and I won't tell you twice."

[Isaac Hart]

~*~*~ Time Jump ((Due to Krysta's RPer not returning to the site.)) ~*~*~

Isaac stood over the fire, watching the body of the man, Krysta's father, burn. He still didn't know how to control this ability it seemed he had, his ability to record memories like a mental movie, and he had recorded the incident that had gone down in the apartment. He played it back in his mind even now. Her father had refused to leave. He'd gotten angry with Isaac for getting in the way. The two had ended up fighting. Isaac had come out of it with many scratches and marks, but he was better than her father. He'd told Isaac exactly what he planned to do to him, which was the only reason Isaac had known at all how you needed to go about killing a vampire.

Krysta put her hand on his shoulder. "You did the right thing. He would have killed both of us."

"I know," he said. "It still doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel any better than killing a human for food."

"I didn't think you'd come back," she said, her hand dropping. He wished she'd have left it there.

"I wasn't sure I would either," he admitted. "I was angry and confused when I left. It already took care of the anger. I took it out on... on my father. He's the reason I had tried to kill myself the day you turned me. I..." he shuddered. "I can record memories, like a mental video camera. I recorded the whole thing. I can't stop seeing his face, hearing his screams. It's stuck in my head. A constant reminder of just what a monster I am."

"Isaac... I'm so sorry..."

"No," he said. "That isn't your fault or anything. You have nothing to apologize for. If anything, I should be thanking you. When I was out there, alone, I finally realized that leaving you was a mistake. I can't stand killing, but neither can you. Then... in there with your father... I realized that you're the only thing I've ever found in this world that was worth living for."

She took his hand, giving him a smile. "I was following you, before I turned you, because I felt the same way about you." He smiled a little, and they stood there watching until the fire was just embers. The funny thing about his memory, he didn't know how to turn the recording aspect on or off, but it seemed to record the most emotional moments. True he'd remember the fight with her father, but this part was tacked onto the end. It was one of the happiest moments of his existence, and he'd never have to forget it.