REHASHING THE DAYS OF OLD (NOAH)

[ADDISON ELIZABETH WALSH]

JASPER FALLS, ILLINOIS, THE ABANDONED MANSION, MARCH 2011

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-----it was as if she could always sense when he was around. something about him had made her aware of him every time she was within a city's reach and for the life of her addison couldn't explain why. this man, this being...like the beacon in a dark night he found her. it was like he was the lighthouse to her adrift boat or something. something she just couldn't explain. either way, any time she was in a town and he was around, she felt it. of all the places she'd been, all the different states, there had always been one familiar feeling that she would search out. though she wasn't exactly sure it had started off the way things were turning out to be. from what she could tell he'd been rather annoyed the first time she'd stuck around him. she'd been, oh what was it, maybe about eight years old when she'd come across him for the first time. having that child-like filter on her brain, which was pretty much a lack of a filter at all, addison had simply blurted out her question to him. "what are you. she remembered saying, to which he gave little reply. then, of all the things a person had ever done around such a strange creature as herself, he'd stayed with her. for the night at least he'd stuck around and listened to some of her stories. dare she say it was one of the first and only times she'd been open with a "person" ever in her life. he hadn't shied away. he hadn't freaked out and blasted her with harsh names. he hadn't even seemed to blink as she recalled all of the strange things that were happening to her. all he seemed to be burdened with was curiosity, something addison equally shared.

-----he was like some mythical dark stranger. the ones read about in smutty romance novels. like the dark man who would sweep the damsel, and the reader, off their feet and into a world of dangerous oblivion. dangerous. now there was something she could relate to. like some kind of being that found it's like pair, like a shoe finding it's match, addison could tell that there was an element of danger with the two of them. in that way they were kindered spirits. strange enough as it was though, that same notion about him should have scared her away. having known that he posed some kind of threat, addison should have booked it to a city that she knew he had never touched before. and yet somehow she could never pull away. somehow that sense of mystery and danger always managed to drawn her in, more so than any pudgy businessman with lustful eyes and a fat wallet had ever managed. because the one thing addison seemed to not be able to ignore was money, and yet around him money didn't seem to matter. someone tell her why that was so. it wasn't like it was his eyes that drew her in. those gorgeous green eyes that...well she was killing her argument here wasn't she. anyways it wasn't the eyes. it was the...the air about him. it reeked of danger and almost anything else she could possibly crave in the world having never known what it was she actually craved. make sense? of course not. try having that playing through your head on an endless loop and see how it makes you feel.

-----it wasn't exactly torture for the young werewolf but it was frustrating enough to make her want answers. answers to questions she didn't even know she had. all she did know was that he was in town and she needed to find him. it was just something they did. any time they were within that certain distance they found one another. why start fighting it now when fore almost twenty years it had worked out so well for her. funny how things had changed, if funny was the way a normal person would put it. he'd watched her for years and never had there been anything until recently. anything by ways of sexual relations. though addison had to admit she'd yet to find anything so...awe inspiring as he had been. he'd never touched her as a child, thankfully so as it would have likely fucked her head up even more so than it already was. still he'd been the closest thing to a friend or family after all these years and she still desired him. the feeling had been mutual as of about four years ago

-----that wasn't the only reason why she sought him out. he was the only thing that was familiar to her and if he was here in the one town she'd hoped to settle down in, well his presence would make her life that much easier. she didn't depend on him, least she would never, ever admit to feeling so at any point in her life. but she did enjoy his presence and knowing he was around.

-----moonlight played through the broken window of this infamous jasper fall's haunted mansion she'd heard so much about. she'd figured that would be a nice start. leave a scent here and if she didn't find him tonight, work her way into the city later on. her blood raced like fire through her veins, the tell tale sign that there was only a day or so left before she would change involuntarily. still she tempted her fate even more, damn near taunting the accursed moonlight as she stepped up to the window, her hand parting the moth eaten curtain as she stared out over the land, her eyes scouring what remained of the untouched countryside before it melded into the cityscape. "come out come out noah. i know you're here." she said aloud, her warm breath casting a momentary fog on the window. by some kind of miracle he would hear her. she just knew it.

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[NOAH ADIAN RAE]

ABANDONED MANSION, JASPER FALLS, ILLINOIS, MARCH 2011

he was sinking, or falling, he couldn't tell which. nothing made sense right now, to him, up was down and down was up. it was as if he were drowning at sea, but the sea was of his own variation. a variation where the sea was a desert and the sand was suffocating him. he was sinking deeper and deeper everyday that he lived like this. if you could call it living. he was sinking and there was nothing he could do to stop this. falling, deeper and deeper underneath the weight of this life, a life that he had chosen for himself. this reality was just a thin pane of glass laying on top of a world of pure make believe where if he could just reach through to the other side, he would just become a ghost. a ghost of this reality. would that be so bad? he couldn't think, couldn't breathe, everything was crushing down on him. he couldn't... he couldn't do this anymore. all he had to do, was let go.

the person that he was couldn't do that though. he had lived for far to long to suddenly let himself drift away from reality. to go out in whisper more than a bang, which was how he had always pictured himself dying. well he had already died once hadn't he? noah, laying on his back on the floor of the upstairs lounge laughed, a dry hacking thing which echoed throughout the old mansion. everything hurt, as if he were on fire. he had been on fire once and even that couldn't compare to this. he had been stronger than this to, hell had even looked better. going without blood for as long as he had didn't do well for a vampires skin. only the live in the blood could sustain him in the proper way, would make the pain go away. he would rather suffered the pain he had during the turning that this. this hunger which clawed at his belly until he couldn't function. the curse that made him what he was, a vampire.

there had been a time where noah knew what he was, what he needed to do to survive, and did it without caring about the consequences. he drank when he wanted, killed when he wanted, and took whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. now look at him, slowly going insane on the dusty floor of a supposedly haunted mansion. truth be told, noah was tired of being human, trying to be human. he could easily rip half of this small town apart before anyone realized what was happening. he could easily destroy every human child in the school before anyone could light a torch to stop him. and as much as he wanted to become the vampire that noah had once been, someone how had been feared, even in the vampire community, but he knew that he wouldn't. elenoar had changed him, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't go back to the monster that he had been. but he couldn't be the human that she had wanted him to be. so what was he then? some twisted frankenstein version of the two?

you could say that that's why noah had first come to this place. jasper falls had been a clean slate. a place were he could test his new skill and force himself to the limit. he figured that he could care for the people of this small town, then by some grace of god, he would be able to stop himself from making them his dinner. he had been successful until now. opening his eyes, noah breathed out the stale air that had been sitting in his lungs for over fifteen minutes. it didn't matter that he had been seen not breathing. what he was about to do, made everything that he had done for the last seven years, not matter anymore. sitting up, he sighed and turned his head, using his peripheries to glance at the person that was laying still on the left side of him. oh he wasn't dead, but if noah couldn't control himself in the next few minutes, he could be. mr. birch was a amazing big man, and he would have plenty of blood to sustain the both of them. oh calm down, noah's not going to kill him. what he did do though, was very lightly, bring the man's forearms to his lips, and what to someone watching would have looked like, was kiss the insides of the man's wrist. the truth was, the noah let his fangs fall down and gently, as if playing with a newborn child, let them sink in to the man's flesh, and began to suck.

everything happened at once. life flowed through noah's limbs and his body lit on fire. in all of his travels, noah, with his knowledge of many languages couldn't find a word to describe the feeling of blood pouring through his system. it was like being born, but at the same time like dying. it was like sex, and yet just the same as hugging. he felt like the sun itself flowed through his veins and as if he had the very essence of the universe flow over his tongue. thousands of tastes exploded on his taste buds, each one bitter and sour, yet sweet and savory. and god, did noah want it. his body quivered for it. as he drank, he couldn't help but moan and rock his body back and forth. the vampire, who had gone clean for seven years, was finally tasting forbidden fruit. and it was just a taste, but noah wanted the whole apple. hell, he wanted the whole apple tree.

though it took all of his effort to do so, noah finally pulled away, though not before biting his own lip and mixing his own blood in with poor mr. birch's blood to seal the wound. after that, he let himself stand and fall backwards into a conversantly placed chair that groaned under his weight. he sighed out as he felt the sudden rush of energy flow through his body. everything was going to be alright. the pain of his thirst was gone, and he would be able to face more days without blood. not only did it stop his thirst, but it made him stronger, his senses cleaner and even made him look better. noah had never looked as bad as he ever had as when he was going bloodless. with his victiums blood still on his mouth, noah smiled, closing his eyes and listening to the sudden sounds around him. he could hear things that he hadn't been able to when he was bloodless. like the sounds of blood, slowly but surely pumping through mr. birchs veins. the poor man had been in the wrong place at the wrong time tonight. in less that one minute he had been walking around the, drunk as usual, and after a quick pinch to the neck, he was unconscious and being feed off of by a vampire. he wouldn't miss the blood though and after sleeping for a few days, he would stumble home, tired, but no worse for wear. noah was disappointed in himself that he had had to feed off of someone, but he was also strangely excited. he had been able to feed off of someone and not kill them. the last time he had feed he had killed the person, one bethany gable, and had regretted it. noah smiled, feeling his fangs slid back into their hidey hole in his upper lip, and with a wipe a quick wipe of his mouth, licked the blood of off his fingers, his eyes closed, listening to the sounds of the mansion around him.

on a normal night, the mansion would be empty, minus noah of course. the reason why the townsfolk had stopped coming to this place was because of noah. on nights were the thirst were unbearable, he could come here and lay on the ground and scream. you could easily hear the yells and wordless pain echo throughout the town those nights, and so people stopped coming. even teenagers had stopped daring each other to go into it's depths. even mr. birchs abduction would be seen as a paranormal activity. but tonight wasn't normal. sitting in the chair, noah listened, and over the light sounds of mr. birch's breathing, could hear the front door open and then shut. with the new air being let into the house, he could smell everything, from must to dust, from mold to rot, and so with all of these smells laying overtop, he couldn't tell the scent of the person on the floor below. what he did hear though, was the sound of heels clicking against the aged hardwood floor. ah, a woman. and a brave one at that. being as silent as only a vampire could, noah moved so that he was suddenly sitting ontop of the staircase, watching the woman move below him. her back was towards him, but that didn't matter to noah as he knew who she was. he hadn't seen her in years and if he had a living heart, he knew that it would be burning. even though, his skin started to tingle. she was here, in this town, in his town. the first time he had ever seen her, she had been eight, running away from home. she had been sitting on a playground, and having just finished killing someone, noah couldn't help but want to be around her. even though she had been annoying at first, he grew to like her. she was smart, immediently knowing that he wasn't human, but that didn't matter to her. he had sat there and listened to her stories and for a time, she made him forget that he was a trid and true monster. she had made him feel human, at least for a little while.

and that hadn't been their only encounter. over the years they had run into each other, and by some twist of fate, grew to be friends, though something more than friends. he hadn't seen her in years, he couldn't remember how long of course, but it had to have been more than seven. silently, going even quieter for her ears to pick up, he walked down the stairs and stood on the last few steps, watching her play with the moth eaten curtain. noah suddenly didn't want anything more than to pull her hair back from her neck and kiss her skin. but instead, noah, his face half covered in shadow, listened to her call his noah. he didn't say anything. he knew that he didn't have to. she would be able to tell that he was there. she had always been able to tell where he was. and he loved that.
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[ADDISON ELIZABETH WALSH]

JASPER FALLS, ILLINOIS, THE ABANDONED MANSION, MARCH 2011

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-----it felt as though every memory she'd ever had involving feeling good in some measure had always been attributed to him. addison didn't have many good moments in her life. she didn't have many times where she felt wanted or times when she felt loved even. they were few and far between. but the one similarity all those few moments did have was that more often than not those moments included noah to the point that she'd pretty much mentally associated him with pleasure. aside from her loner days when she'd said screw it to her life as a foster child and had gone into the woods never to return, noah had always been there when she needed him most, at a time when she was feeling her lowest. he would listen to her, he would stay with her throughout the night, and over the years she couldn't help but to rely on him to show up when she really needed him most. it was funny, the bond they had. it was like somehow in the darkest moments of her life she called out to him and like some force of nature he was always there to bring her back to reality, well...her brand of reality at least.

-----she never told him what she really was, never put a name to it, but by now he had to have known that she wasn't like every other regular joe walking about on the street. she'd told him everything because as a child he had been there almost like a dream or a figment of her imagination. in the darkest of the night he would seek her out and by the time exhaustion took her and she slipped off to sleep, by dawn he was always gone. there had been a point in her life where she had figured she'd just dreamed him up. that a noah didn't actually exist. but she'd touched him. she'd felt that ever-cool sensation of his skin, that unearthly strange feeling that she couldn't have conjured up in her mind if she'd tried. the pull. that was equally unexplainable. how could she have made up such a creature in her mind that could reel her in like that? there was no way. addison had always wanted to feel that with the people around her, yes. so it wasn't too much of a stretch to think that she could imagine that immediate type of bond. but the reality of what she felt was more so than she could ever imagine. it was too real to be fake. the feeling alone was too strong to have been dreamed up and that strength alone was what always brought addison back to the fact that noah wasn't just a dream, he was some kind of strange reality. her type of reality.

-----she couldn't have dreamed one up better than noah though. he was silent when she needed to talk, inquisitive when she just needed someone to take an interest in her. he didn't shy away when she talked about the strange things happening to her nor did he run simply because she was weird. it was like they fed off each others otherworldly energies and she loved it, craved it even. it had been so long since she'd last seen him that addison felt as though she needed it now more than ever. it was why she searched him out when she felt his presence here in jasper falls. she couldn't possibly go about in a town where she knew he was residing and not search him out. you could say he was like her drug. the with drawls were enough to drive the girl mad but the high, oh the high was damn near indescribable. his timing too. just when she'd talked herself down from her withdrawals, like an addict that had finally gotten off her drug of choice knowing she didn't need it any more. he was there, pulling her back in in a way she couldn't even describe.

-----she could hear the shallow breaths as she'd walked into the supposedly haunted mansion, the stink of a pudgy drunk. it was no where near as intoxicating as noah's scent but it no less masked it. addison knew that he was here and he would have inevitably known of her presence, most likely before she'd even reached the door. she looked at the fog on the window made by the warmth of her breath, a warmth that even outdid that of any human. addison felt like a constant furnace, her body heat a few degrees higher than everyone else's. so much so that she could do out in the middle of a blizzard with no more than a bathing suit on and she wouldn't even feel the slightest shiver. with the fog on the window, addison couldn't see the reflection of the man in the window. it wasn't until she'd played her fingers through the mist that she'd noticed the stare of ever-familiar green eyes. god she loved those eyes.

-----she turned to him without a word, because after all these years they almost didn't even need words. she could hear her pulse in her ears, the beating of her heart rapidly increasing as she finally laid eyes on him. he was as she'd remembered. he hadn't aged a day to her eyes even though he'd been in her life nearly twenty years. it was better that way though. if he never aged then she would never have to wonder if that face she saw in the crowd was him. his face was permanently engraved in her mind and something she would never have to alter. she let out a quick breath, completely unaware that she'd been holding her breath since she turned around. god he was everything she'd remembered him being. that was the one thing she loved about noah. even though she saw him infrequently and for small amounts at a time, he never changed. it was like he was the same for her, something she knew that unlikely if not impossible, but she loved thinking that maybe he had chosen to stay that way for her. she took a step forward, followed by another, silently and slowly making her way to him. it seemed like an hour had passed until she was finally only within inches of him. honestly her self control had surprised her. addison figured that the moment she saw him she would dash madly into his arms like she used to do as a child. this was much more reserved, much more...passionate she would dare say. her breath was rapid and shallow in her chest as she stood within touching distance. finally she outstretched a hand, her warm fingers grazing over that ice cold skin she remembered so fondly. she brushed her fingers through his hair, finally bringing them to rest on his chest, finally daring herself to break the silence they'd created. "oh i missed you." she said reverently and under her breath. like if she spoke any higher than a whisper and this would all turn back into some noah-less dream.

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