One Careless Move (Backstory) (Invite)

[krysta]

Krysta wandered around the store, aimlessly. Really she was thinking of what had happened with Isaac. She hadn't been able to find him anywhere, and it made her feel sad. She had cried many times as he was gone. Though, she should have expected him to leave. It was a lot to take in.

Krysta grabbed a pillow and tossed it in the air once, catching it swiftly. Why couldn't her life be smooth? Throughout her 200 years of life, there had always been at least one obstacle. Thank God she hadn't run into her Father. He still thought her dead and she planned to keep it that way. She had always looked out for the familiar brown head.

Krysta sighed, not sure what to do. She wiped the tears again and dropped the pillow. This time, she didn't even look around as she walked home, looking like a normal human being with a black jacket.

[Alice]

As he stepped into the street, John started to think that it might be time for him to leave this town. The people had almost completely stopped coming out at night, so food was getting scarce. It had been more than 24 hours since his last meal... the longest he'd gone without eating in months. And he had quit resigning himself to animals years ago after... her. Why he hadn't left before now, he didn't even know. As soon as he fed... as soon as his thirst was quenched... Then he would leave. If only someone would come out. Anyone. It would be almost to easy to seduce and subdue them. They'd hardly even know what hit them until they were dead.

Finally, turning a street corner, he saw someone. A girl with long flowing red hair. He took a useless breath in, trying to catch her scent... but he couldn't. Thinking she was probably too far away, he slowly followed her, trying to get closer and closer. Oh this will be fun, he thought to himself as he got closer. This poor girl. She would not feel mercy from John, as he had planned. No, she looked much to much like Krysta to receive any semblance of mercy.

It wasn't until he got much closer, still lurking in the shadows where he was sure to be hidden from her, that his blood began to boil... figuratively speaking. The girl didn't look like Krysta... she was Krysta. No, it can't be! he tried to assure himself. Then again, he still couldn't catch her scent, and even the cleanest humans carried a scent. Hadn't he drained every drop of her blood? John thought he had... but he couldn't be sure. Unable to believe his eyes, he continued following the redhead, his curiosity, anger, and disbelief melding into one.

[krysta]

Krysta didn't notice she was being followed, seeing as he had no scent. Instead, she kept her jacket around her and kept focused straight ahead. She crossed the street not long after that and waved at someone down the road. She grabbed her keys out of her purse and flung the bag over her shoulder, not even hesitating in step.

"Hey, Krysta, you still living in that old house over there? You should get a better one, get a room mate. Or something!" Krysta's head turned to the voice and she waved at Taylor, her old neighbor that was a bit off his rocker. "Hey there, Mr. Scotch. Beautiful day." She smiled at him, as she unlocked her door.

The old man then left, and Krysta went inside. She kicked the door closed with her heel, not even aware that it didn't close all the way. She walked into the kitchen and started fumbling with the radio. "Let there be something good on. My life is boring right now..." She thought of Isaac. Would he ever come back?

[Alice]

John followed the girl just close enough. She stopped outside an old house and he quickly ducked out of sight of her neighbor. The neighbor... that was a scent John could catch. Mr. Scotch, as this girl had called him, smelled absolutely delectable to a vampire that hadn't eaten in more than a day. If there hadn't been more pressing matter in his mind, John might have fed then and there. Instead, he stealthily followed the redhead into her house. It didn't matter that she left the door open. After all, he would have found a way in one way or another. She simply made it a bit easier.

Not making a sound, he followed her into the kitchen, listening attentively as she mused to herself. Her voice... he had heard it outside, but his hunger had distracted him a bit too much. She sounded like Krysta. Only not. Her voice, like the rest of her mannerisms had become smoother. More fluid... graceful. Even so, she seemed distracted. Her fingers fumbling with the radio knob. When he flitted to the other side of the door frame, her face came into view. Krysta's face, only paler... more beautiful. His rage boiled over as he leaped forward into the room, pinning her against the counter. He was older than her. That meant quicker. Stronger. His hand clasped around her throat. "Miss me, Krysta?" he hissed in her ear.

[krysta]

Krysta had finally found a good radio, currently playing a depressing song. She didn't have much time to listen to it as she was pinned and a cold, pale hand went on her throat. Even before she heard his words, she knew who it was. Her eyes widened and a hand reached for where his was. She was inwardly shaking, afraid of what was going to happen to her.

"Da-John..." Her voice choked out, and she gulped to get into control again. "No, I don't, but it's...um...nice to see you, I suppose..." She tried to sound brave, she really did, but she felt the fear practically vibrating from her bones. In a much softer voice, she asked, "What do you want?" While she spoke, she tried prying his hand away from her throat. Without that, she couldn't turn around and fight.

[Alice]

Krysta tried to fight it, but her voice betrayed the fear shaking her core. This moment was almost too perfect for John to bear. After all these years of thinking she was dead. One would think he'd be furious, but he was the opposite. John was ecstatic, excited, like a child at Christmas that had just received the perfect gift. And John had just received the PERFECT gift. Her being alive now, her life only lasting because he said so... This meant he got to kill her twice! What more could he ask for the idiot girl who had caused the death of his only love?

"What do I want?" he hissed in her ear, his voice dripping in rage. In a split second, he had thrown her to the ground and was standing over her. "I want to finish what I started all those years ago." His hand reached out to the counter, throwing the first thing he grabbed across the room. John neither saw nor cared what it was as it shattered against the wall. "Vampires don't just FORGET these things. I've been living with the agony of her death." His voice was dark and pained at first, but then his eyes seemed to light up as his voice took a sarcastically cheery tone. "But look! Here you are! Alive and well... well... sort of. But don't worry. I'll remedy that." John inched closer to her, wanting to see the fear in her eyes that would feed the sadistic smile on his face.

[krysta]

Krysta was scared; that much she knew as she was thrown to the floor. She ducked when he threw something at her and looked at what it was. It had been a vase and she growled. She turned to stand up, but he was moving, and that took her breath away, figuratively speaking of course. She backed up against the wall.

"It wasn't MY fault! You have to know that by now...why didn't you change her, hm?" As she spoke, she reached for a shard of vase, her eyes transfixed on him. "Maybe it was YOUR fault. Did you think of that? Or were you just afraid that your reputation would sink lower? I loved Mom, and I love you...why are you trying to kill me? That isn't remedy...that's murder!" She got a large piece and threw it straight at his head. "You'll deserve that." She flared her nose as she went to stand up bravely.