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Post by Aurora Makela on Apr 23, 2009 12:28:40 GMT -5
[tag Veikko]
Tiptoeing along the branch she was balancing on, Aurora’s head bobbed in time to the music she was listening to. It was a fantastic thing humans had invented, the internet. If it hadn’t been for that wondrous network, she would have been stuck in the woods with nothing to do for the vast majority of her vampiric life. Granted, the first fifty or so years had been rather dull, at least after she had gotten past the undead version of the terrible twos, but now that there was a whole world at her fingertips, she took full advantage of the opportunities. Naturally, mp3 players and books had been some of her first purchases, a little creative use of her victims’ credit cards and bank accounts giving her everything she needed to get what she wanted.
It was one of those mp3 players that she had clipped to her belt now, the earphones easily drowning out everything around her, at least to human ears. If she listened carefully enough, she could still hear past the beat to the birdsong and rustling leaves of the woods, not that she bothered. She was far enough from civilization that it was unlikely anyone would ever come here unless they were her kind, in which case she had no reason to be interested in their presence. Food was more or less the only social interaction she had nowadays, something that suited her just fine. She didn’t need company to entertain her. Music, hunting, study, simply enjoying life was enough for Aurora. Jumping down from the branch, she landed gracefully in a crouch, rising quickly to her feet as she began to dance along with the music. Some of the band names they came up with nowadays were bizarre, the ones she was currently listening to for example. Lasgo wasn’t such an odd name, but who had ever heard of a Vanilla Ninja? Still, she couldn’t deny that the music was good, exactly to her taste, for which she was grateful. She couldn’t imagine living through the forties again, she might as well have joined a convent for the enjoyment she got from the radios.
Shrugging off her jacket, she tied it around her waist as she began to wander between the trees, following the sound of a stream nearby. The garment was completely unnecessary. Even if it wasn’t for the fact that she had no need to maintain a body temperature, the weather was warm enough that it wouldn’t have been needed even if she had been human. Even vampires had a right to be stylish though and Aurora took it as far as she could, much to her latest victim’s detriment. It was a shame the poor girl had had to die, but if Aurora had to feed, there was no reason she shouldn’t kill two birds with one stone, so to speak, and when she had spotted the jacket, it had seemed like an obvious choice.
As she reached the water’s edge, she slipped off her shoes, wading into the shallow current and watching the patterns the water made around her feet as it rushed past. She could never understand how humans could completely ignore such beauty all around them. Even her own kind rarely noticed it, or at least they didn’t seem to. They merely plodded on with their lives as if every moment was a massive chore. Since she had been turned, Aurora had suddenly realised just how fascinating the world could be and even now, after a hundred years of analysing it with the superior vision of a vampire, she didn’t tire of taking in every small detail. That was why she had come to Italy. Despite the threat of being so close to the Volturi, not that distance was any kind of a safeguard from their punishments if she ever overstepped the boundaries they had set, the landscape alone made it worth the journey. Woods, hills, lakes, mountains, everything nature had to offer all drawn together in one country. It could hardly be more perfect. Tugging up the hems of her jeans she moved further toward the centre of the stream, singing along with the ridiculously named band blaring in her ears as she walked with the current, her eyes trained downwards.
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Veikko Makela
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Volturi Guard
"Love preys the living and praises the dead"
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Post by Veikko Makela on May 2, 2009 13:56:48 GMT -5
Veikko slipped on the standard Volturi cloak around his shoulders as he headed out. This was only his second lone assignment. As he was still quite new to the guard, most of the things he did was with other more experienced members to guide him (and supervise his behavior until they trusted him further). He had mostly just been an observer. But the smaller tasks, such as this one today, were the assignments that they used him for alone. It was too minor of a task to send out more than one guard and too below some of the more senior memebers to go out for just a mere warning. He had the feeling that if they went out on this assignment they’d kill the person just because they were bored.
His assignment today was to seek out a vampire. He had been given he name as Aurora, been told she had black hair, and was informed of her current location by someone who had scouted her out. The difficult part of tracking her had been done, now all he had to do was confront her with the situation and let her know to be more careful. A human had spotted the red eyes. Word of the incident had traveled, but it had stopped after that. No one suspected vampire, but Aro still didn’t like anyone identifying any of their unique features. The less attention the better. Veikko didn’t really think it was a big deal personally, but he was just excited to be off on his own for an assignment.
The adrenaline was already going through him. It was stature like he had as a human and it had taken him 100 years to get back to a position of power. It was energizing and exciting. He didn’t think it would take too long but it was still good to be out. Plus he knew the more he showed that he could handle working alone, the better things he’d be assigned too.
He found her in the middle of the stream where he was told she was. Her back was too him as she stood in the middle of the water singing along to some song that she was listening too. He walked up to the edge of the water, standing their silently, waiting for her to turn around.
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Post by Aurora Makela on May 2, 2009 20:57:26 GMT -5
(OOC- sorry it's so darn long! I found this poem and it was just too perfect not to include so...yeah, hence the length Please forgive me! lol ) The song Aurora was listening to ended and she reached up, plucking the earphones from her ears with a sigh. She really needed to find some more music. At the rate she listened to it, she was easily able to go through her entire meagre collection in a day or two and as much as she loved it, listening to the same music over and over did tend to get monotonous. Tucking the earphones and mp3 player into her pocket, she turned and waded back upstream, watching the current seemingly travelling in the opposite direction to the way it had moved before. Of course, that was impossible. It was she who had changed direction, but the optical illusion, when she trained her vision on the water and blocked out everything else, was remarkable.
Her mind began to wander as the ripples in the stream seemed to hypnotise her and her thoughts trailed back to her life as a human. She couldn’t remember much of it, but there was one thing she could remember relatively clearly, if only thanks to the book she had had with her when she had been turned. The Kalevala. It was one of her favourite books, the most famous of all Finnish poetry and most certainly, at least to her, the most fascinating. Her mother had read parts of it to her every night as a child, leaving it to Aurora to read it to herself as she had grown older and even now she rarely went anywhere without it.
One canto in particular had special meaning for her now, reminding her of the family she had left behind. She ran through the lines in her head, the faint tune her mother had created to occasionally set it to gradually making its way past her lips as she began to hum. Reaching the end, she began to murmur the words softly, her native tongue almost feeling alien to her now. "Thus I called, and sought thy sister, this the answer of the mountains, thus the hills and valleys echoed: 'Call no more, thou weeping mother, weep no more for the departed; nevermore in all thy lifetime, never in the course of ages will she join again her kindred at her brother's landing-places in her father's humble dwelling.'” She could vaguely remember the horror she had felt as a child at the prospect of being separated from her twin brother. Her mother had always skipped the following canto, saying that it was too adult for a young girl to hear, but as she had grown older, she had read it for herself and found that it held no less sadness than the rest.
Even now, the thought of poor Kullervo meeting his sister without even knowing her was, to her, the greatest tragedy of the entire epic. The seduction, his suicide, it all paled in comparison to the strange sense of loneliness she felt in sympathy for him. She couldn’t imagine ever seeing Veikko and not knowing him. They had always been inseparable, two side of the same coin. That didn’t matter now though. Veikko was long gone, as was her mother. Her kindred had been separated just like Kullervo’s but, unlike him, she would never see them again. Still, she thought to herself, drawing herself back up to her full height from the slouch that had developed as she had been wading, at least she was still alive. That counted for something. It was why she had changed her name in the first place. Every part of it now reflected her brother in some way. Aurora for the dawn of the new life she had embraced, living it to the full just as he would have wanted her to; Vuokka in honour of his name, since there was no other that sounded remotely similar; Valpuri, the salvation of the slain in battle, in memory of the way he had died, slaughtered with the servants in their own house. Now every day held some memory of him for her, keeping her old happiness intact in a way it never could have been without the tribute.
A sudden sense of awareness crept over Aurora as her mind returned to the present and her muscles tensed, eyes still focused on the water. She could feel a pair of eyes watching her as if they were boring into her back, monitoring her, or perhaps stalking her. Bending down, she feigned interest in a pebble under the surface of the water, using the position as leverage to launch herself out of the stream and onto the bank opposite the newcomer. The stream itself was barely feet across but the distance was more than enough should she need a head start to run. Landing nimbly, she quickly rose into the distinguish posture befitting the high status she had been born to as a human and turned to face the person who had been watching her, her mouth dropping open slightly as her eyes widened in shock. The cloak itself was enough to strike fear into her, recognising it at a glance. Every vampire she had met over the years had warned her against the black cloaks that denoted the Volturi guard. Their presence almost invariably spelled trouble, it meant a rule had been broken. She could only hope that the fact her company stood alone meant that if indeed she was in trouble, it was only a minor offense.
As her gaze raised to the face of the newcomer, she felt as though her world had been flipped upside down and stumbled backwards as though she had been pushed. “It can’t be” she whispered as she stared at him, frozen in place. The features in her memory had dimmed somewhat over time, but seeing them now brought the image her mind had fought to cling onto back to the forefront in bright, living colour. “It’s not possible. This must be some kind of trick.”
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Veikko Makela
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"Love preys the living and praises the dead"
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Post by Veikko Makela on Aug 3, 2009 23:43:08 GMT -5
Veikko slowly walked up to the edge of the stream , seeing the woman he was sent after standing in the middle. He knew it wouldnt take her long to realize someone was behind her. Vampiric senses always made you aware of that. Hard to really sneak up on a vampire. Veikko didn't anounce his arrival like some of the guard would. He also didnt swarm around her. If she ran, he'd follow in pursuit, knowing he was close enough that he wouldnt lose her. But if she turned and remained, he could talk to her and give her the warning without starting a problem.
Veikko could see her tensing up the moment she felt his presence. She bent down though he knew she was aware and wondered if she was about to sprint forward. He prepared himself but didnt change his stance so if she turned he would not immediately look like he was ready to attack. She launched herself across the bank to the opposite side of the stream. She now faced him and as her head lifted, he began to think his eyes were playing tricks on him, or the woman was able to control what he was seeing. It was a face he hadnt seen since becoming a vampire. Since his human life was ended. She would have been long dead by now, not standing in front of him, it wasn't possible. "Sisko?" He spoke quietly.
Veikko could see his own shock reflected in her face as she looked into his eyes. She looked so much like his sister, but he knew it couldnt be real. "Whatever games you're playing they wont work. So stop looking like her"
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Post by Aurora Makela on Jan 2, 2010 13:43:24 GMT -5
Staring at the man in front of her, Aurora could practically feel the earth falling away beneath her. If she had been human, she knew she would have fainted, the shock alone too much for such a fragile mind to comprehend. As it was, she could barely believe what she was seeing. “It must be a trick” she whispered as she began to pace slowly along the bank of the stream, taking in the sight in front of her from every angle she could manage without getting too close. “It isn’t possible!” Her voice began to rise in sheer panic; joy, anger, horror, despair, frustration, all of them clamouring to be the most powerful as one thought kept bouncing around in her mind. Veikko.
Then she heard it, a single word that stopped her in her tracks, whirling to face him properly. “Noone has called me that since I was turned” she said softly, hopping lightly over the stream to stand by him. Could the Volturi know her name, know how to look so exactly like Veikko as to fool even his own sister? “I don’t know who you are, but I can’t stop looking like myself. Perhaps you should take your own advice and stop looking like him.” Taking a couple of steps closer, she looked him in the eye, too angry at the deception to be frightened of the black cloak any longer. “I don’t care if you’re a Volturi, there is no reason to pull such a cruel...”
She trailed off suddenly as she caught his scent, her eyes widening. Even after all the years it had been since she saw him, she could still remember the scent she had caught as she had passed their home when fleeing the city on the day she awoke as a vampire. Now, even as something wholly unlike the brother she had grown up with, after decades apart, she could recognise the faint hint of it under the typical vampiric odour.
“Veikko?” she whispered as she stared into the eyes that suddenly seemed as familiar to her as they had before they had taken on the crimson hue so common among their kind. “It’s you!” Shrieking with delight, Aurora almost flew the few inches between them, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him as tightly as she could. “I can’t believe it!”
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Veikko Makela
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"Love preys the living and praises the dead"
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Post by Veikko Makela on Feb 26, 2010 23:49:20 GMT -5
"Its obviously a trick since this isn't possible" Veikko replied, taking her initial response as an admittance of what she had done. He wondered what ability she could possibly posess to make herself appear like someone from his past. He wondered how it worked. He hadn't been thinking of his sister on the way here, so it wasn't as though she picked that image from his mind. Was she able to search for someone in his past that quickly that she could find his sister's likeness and create it in front of him? Or did her ability just work automatically to make the person see perhaps someone they would trust and she wasn't even actively aware of what she was doing, perhaps to another person they'd be seeing the Pope right now.
As angry as he was by the deception part of his heart was glad to see her face, just one more time, not having known just how much he had missed it all these years since the time he was sure she must have passed on. But her next words shocked him, she hadn't been called that since she was turned. She knew the name he spoke, and her voice matched his sister's completely, including the accent. The closer she got the more real she seemed despite his disbelief. "I am Volturi and if don't stop using whatever ability makes me see you this way...I'll have you brought in on much higher charges" He threatened though not quite sure what was in his power in this sort of situation. But really no one questioned a Volturi guard.
But the way she was looking at him, so similar to his own expression, not with a cruel smile of delight but as if she was expecting him to change back to something else. Was it possible that she had also been turned? After all these years was she really standing before him and not in some plot in the family cemetary?
He would have stopped breathing as she said his name if he did it for more than just speaking. He hadn't told her his name. She'd have no way to know right? His eyes met hers and despite the changed color to red, he still could see his sister in them, seconds before she flung herself at him, arms around his neck. "I can't believe this is possible..." He said giving in to the hug, and cherishing the moment, even if it ended up to be a trick later.
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