Post by Caelen Sage on Feb 13, 2008 8:45:51 GMT -5
Caelen nodded his head to might have been the hundredth time that night to the guys that were currently talking to him. He was being forced to play peacemaker by some random boys in his dorm that he didn't even know and he couldn't escape. He had no clue what the boys were talking about, he's never heard a word they said to him he just nodded at every pause to make it seem like he was paying attention. He's never been one to involve himself in other's conflicts and he wasn't going to begin now, he wanted to make a few friends not gain enemies over some silly matter that could easily be avoided. He tried to remember how exactly he managed to get sucked into this very pointless discussion about Quidditch, yes that's what they were talking about he realized that now. "You're kidding" He spoke to himself, although loudly and the boys ignored it, Quidditch was a great sport he agreed but that was no reason to fight with someone for almost twenty minutes.
With a very loud and annoyed sigh Caelen showed his opinion by getting up and moving away from the boys, they questioned him as they were obviously not happy with being ignored but he simply kept walking. Sometimes he saw being cold and mean as the only answer to resolve such things, if he wasn't than he would sit there still in order to get the boys to befriend him and Caelen was not the type of person to change himself just to have friends. In fact he was in a way the opposite, he did change over the years, mentally not physically since that was impossible for vampires, but it had a negative effect on his life, well one that he wanted but still negative. He found it easier now to drive someone away and live with it afterwards, he suppose it was years of being cold to his friends so they'd leave him alone for their own safety. While they listened and gave the boy the space he asked for, and ended their friendship, he just kept losing bits of his humanity and now he stood as a ticking cold time bomb. One that was able to be cold and mean to someone he wanted for whatever reason and instead of mopping over it and being sorry like his old self he got over it quite quickly.
Though he didn't put much use into his new found talent, if you would call such thing a talent, well not yet in Beauxbatons at least he was doing good so far, avoiding as much human friends as possible and he was fine with that. He really lacked some self control when it came to things like feeding and with human friends he would worry constantly. Worry that they would either find out what he is and be disgusted and leave him alone, like his family did, and worried that one day he would slip and hurt one of them and that was the last thing he wanted. He was sure if he ever bit any of his friends on a slip up that he'd actually lose the little part of a soul that he had left. Sometimes he wondered if he even had a soul, this curse placed upon him damned him for life and he was sure he no longer possessed a soul and he was slowly but surely losing his humanity. Soon he was sure that there would be nothing left but the ghost of what once use to be a boy in the body of a new found monster, not monster in the literal sense of course, he would never start to kill or anything, but he did believe that he would become cold and broken beyond repair so he just sat dreading the day until it happened.
Lost in his very hopeless thoughts Caelen had no idea where his feet were leading him, he has yet to see every inch of the school and he certainly did not recognize this hallway. The halls were quiet and empty and Caelen took a quick look around and surely enough he was the only one occupying it, it made him wonder what time it was for he had no clue. He lost track of days and nights on weekends, almost very literally, as he spend most of the time in the clock-tower watching the students walk by. It's very funny when you think about it, how does someone in a clock-tower lose track of time? but his mind was always elsewhere and days or nights and hours seemed the same to him. He continued forward as he saw no reason to turn around now, he was already in a corridor that was unknown to him so what harm could there be in exploring. He was more than capable of taking care of himself as being a vampire provided him with indescribable strength and speed, and years upon years of schooling made him excel in spells and hexes so he saw no harm in walking forward.
He finally came to the end of the long silent hallway and he stood in front of a door. Caelen rose an eyebrow slightly as a look of confusion crossed his face, he was a little annoyed to say the truth that all there was, was a plain door at the end of a hallway. It did spark his curiosity more of course as he wanted to see what was so great that it had to be so far down a very creepy hallway. His hand flew to the doorknob without a moment of hesitation and to his surprise the door was unlocked, he thought the effect of this door along with this hallway was a little melodramatic even for the people at Beauxbatons but he continued anyway. Caelen walked into the room and closed the door behind him without looking back, he had no need to since if anyone was following him he'd surely know with his enhanced senses, the room was empty and dark and through the windows that were in the far back of the room he saw it was nighttime. He walked forward slowly as if expecting someone or something to jump out of the shadows and attack him, but nothing, and he found it hard to believe that this room simply held a mirror. That was the only thing he saw, an antique looking mirror in the middle of the room with writing into the carving that he could make out to be 'The Mirror of...'. The rest of the words were lost to him due to his lack of knowledge of the Latin language.
Caelen sighed walking forward as he was so eager to see what made this mirror so special. He stood in front of the thing for a moment staring at his reflection, that was all he saw, his reflection and he wasn't quite sure what to expect. A part of him was expecting maybe a boggart, or he was expecting his reflection to do something, like attack him, he didn't really see what he was waiting for and he sighed ready to leave the room when he noticed it; The person he was looking at wasn't him, his reflection was very different from him. He realized as to why he didn't notice earlier, the difference was too minimal but it meant the world to him. The person staring back at him still had those gray eyes, the ones that he lost when he made the mistake of running into a vampire, the ones that he would never see again, and would never be his again. The ones that were replaced by the nearly black cold dead eyes that he was forced to wear everyday.
Caelen scoffed slightly as he continued looking at himself, or his old self. He realized the person staring back at him was human since he lost his gray eyes when he ceased to be human and the more he looked at his reflection the more he hated having this curse on him. He actually reached his limit with the mirror, he wanted to break it, shatter it into a million pieces for mocking him, showing him what he use to be, what he wanted to be but would never have a chance to be. "The Mirror of..." He spoke coldly as he felt all the warmth leave his body, in the metaphorical sense of course, and continued looking at the mirror. He understood what it did now, it showed you your desire and now he wished he never came into the room.
He couldn't believe that something so horrible existed, such a thing to tempt you and mock you until you're driven insane, he finally understood what the mirror was truly there for and he took a chance at guessing the name. "The Mirror of... Suicide" He spoke out-loud with a hint of humor in his voice, that was the only possible answer he could think of for this mirror, it was meant to drive you to suicide. He continued staring at the person in front of him, the person that stood mocking him, as he tried to gather the courage to leave the room.
[>< I keep writing wander instead of wonder and if I see one more typo I'm shooting at the screen lol Well love this is the most I've ever written thus far... congrats XD] [/color]
With a very loud and annoyed sigh Caelen showed his opinion by getting up and moving away from the boys, they questioned him as they were obviously not happy with being ignored but he simply kept walking. Sometimes he saw being cold and mean as the only answer to resolve such things, if he wasn't than he would sit there still in order to get the boys to befriend him and Caelen was not the type of person to change himself just to have friends. In fact he was in a way the opposite, he did change over the years, mentally not physically since that was impossible for vampires, but it had a negative effect on his life, well one that he wanted but still negative. He found it easier now to drive someone away and live with it afterwards, he suppose it was years of being cold to his friends so they'd leave him alone for their own safety. While they listened and gave the boy the space he asked for, and ended their friendship, he just kept losing bits of his humanity and now he stood as a ticking cold time bomb. One that was able to be cold and mean to someone he wanted for whatever reason and instead of mopping over it and being sorry like his old self he got over it quite quickly.
Though he didn't put much use into his new found talent, if you would call such thing a talent, well not yet in Beauxbatons at least he was doing good so far, avoiding as much human friends as possible and he was fine with that. He really lacked some self control when it came to things like feeding and with human friends he would worry constantly. Worry that they would either find out what he is and be disgusted and leave him alone, like his family did, and worried that one day he would slip and hurt one of them and that was the last thing he wanted. He was sure if he ever bit any of his friends on a slip up that he'd actually lose the little part of a soul that he had left. Sometimes he wondered if he even had a soul, this curse placed upon him damned him for life and he was sure he no longer possessed a soul and he was slowly but surely losing his humanity. Soon he was sure that there would be nothing left but the ghost of what once use to be a boy in the body of a new found monster, not monster in the literal sense of course, he would never start to kill or anything, but he did believe that he would become cold and broken beyond repair so he just sat dreading the day until it happened.
Lost in his very hopeless thoughts Caelen had no idea where his feet were leading him, he has yet to see every inch of the school and he certainly did not recognize this hallway. The halls were quiet and empty and Caelen took a quick look around and surely enough he was the only one occupying it, it made him wonder what time it was for he had no clue. He lost track of days and nights on weekends, almost very literally, as he spend most of the time in the clock-tower watching the students walk by. It's very funny when you think about it, how does someone in a clock-tower lose track of time? but his mind was always elsewhere and days or nights and hours seemed the same to him. He continued forward as he saw no reason to turn around now, he was already in a corridor that was unknown to him so what harm could there be in exploring. He was more than capable of taking care of himself as being a vampire provided him with indescribable strength and speed, and years upon years of schooling made him excel in spells and hexes so he saw no harm in walking forward.
He finally came to the end of the long silent hallway and he stood in front of a door. Caelen rose an eyebrow slightly as a look of confusion crossed his face, he was a little annoyed to say the truth that all there was, was a plain door at the end of a hallway. It did spark his curiosity more of course as he wanted to see what was so great that it had to be so far down a very creepy hallway. His hand flew to the doorknob without a moment of hesitation and to his surprise the door was unlocked, he thought the effect of this door along with this hallway was a little melodramatic even for the people at Beauxbatons but he continued anyway. Caelen walked into the room and closed the door behind him without looking back, he had no need to since if anyone was following him he'd surely know with his enhanced senses, the room was empty and dark and through the windows that were in the far back of the room he saw it was nighttime. He walked forward slowly as if expecting someone or something to jump out of the shadows and attack him, but nothing, and he found it hard to believe that this room simply held a mirror. That was the only thing he saw, an antique looking mirror in the middle of the room with writing into the carving that he could make out to be 'The Mirror of...'. The rest of the words were lost to him due to his lack of knowledge of the Latin language.
Caelen sighed walking forward as he was so eager to see what made this mirror so special. He stood in front of the thing for a moment staring at his reflection, that was all he saw, his reflection and he wasn't quite sure what to expect. A part of him was expecting maybe a boggart, or he was expecting his reflection to do something, like attack him, he didn't really see what he was waiting for and he sighed ready to leave the room when he noticed it; The person he was looking at wasn't him, his reflection was very different from him. He realized as to why he didn't notice earlier, the difference was too minimal but it meant the world to him. The person staring back at him still had those gray eyes, the ones that he lost when he made the mistake of running into a vampire, the ones that he would never see again, and would never be his again. The ones that were replaced by the nearly black cold dead eyes that he was forced to wear everyday.
Caelen scoffed slightly as he continued looking at himself, or his old self. He realized the person staring back at him was human since he lost his gray eyes when he ceased to be human and the more he looked at his reflection the more he hated having this curse on him. He actually reached his limit with the mirror, he wanted to break it, shatter it into a million pieces for mocking him, showing him what he use to be, what he wanted to be but would never have a chance to be. "The Mirror of..." He spoke coldly as he felt all the warmth leave his body, in the metaphorical sense of course, and continued looking at the mirror. He understood what it did now, it showed you your desire and now he wished he never came into the room.
He couldn't believe that something so horrible existed, such a thing to tempt you and mock you until you're driven insane, he finally understood what the mirror was truly there for and he took a chance at guessing the name. "The Mirror of... Suicide" He spoke out-loud with a hint of humor in his voice, that was the only possible answer he could think of for this mirror, it was meant to drive you to suicide. He continued staring at the person in front of him, the person that stood mocking him, as he tried to gather the courage to leave the room.
[>< I keep writing wander instead of wonder and if I see one more typo I'm shooting at the screen lol Well love this is the most I've ever written thus far... congrats XD] [/color]