The tales of many

"You know it wasn’t like that.. I would have married you then. I still would now." he said in a low voice. He knew that he could have her right then if he wanted, It was up to her to let it happen.

Cillian truly hated seeing Eve this upset, and that it was his fault was driving him even more mad. Cillian listened as Eve’s anger came spewing out with every word. Shaking his head to her Cillian had no idea Victor was on this Island. Victor would be the one person Cillian would want to avoid for a while. After what he did to Eve there is no telling what Victor would do to him. Shacking his head slowly “I never forgot about you Eve.” in a low whisper. Still holding the picture of them.

Cillian could feel the sting from just one word. He knew why and there was nothing he could say to make hurt any less. If she only knew the truth of what he went through that day and every day after that. He could still feel the pain, tension, hatred, lust, between them. The feeling was paralyzing.

As he walked out of the hotel, with his leather bound book in hand. Cillian looked down the paths he should take first. Seeing a sign that point to the direction of the beach. Cillian decided to go that way. He wasn’t ready to meet anyone on this night, Just him with his thoughts.

Making his way down the path, there was a opening from the trees, He saw the white sand and the sound of the water hitting the sand. Taking off his shoes, Cillian made his way down to the water. He sat on the sand and looked out, not any land in sight. This place was to good to be true he thought. Looking through his book, seeing page after page, place after place. Cillian takes out the picture of Eve and him. He missed her now more then ever. “God I miss you Eve.” He said just hoping he could tell her that. When out of the corner of his eye he sees someone walking on the beach.

Blinking her almond shaped eyes open, Eve pulled her lithe body from the the comforts of her bed. A gnawing hunger already eating away at her insides added to the anxiety she was already feeling. She could feel his presence near. His blood still ran hot and think through her veins. She couldn’t count the nights they spent, wrapped in each others arms, drinking from their tapped veins, drowning in a sea of lust and blood. Cillian was near. Eve could feel it all the way inside her dead, cold heart. She dressed quickly in dark denim jeans, a v-cut gray fitted shirt and a pair of black flats. She needed to feed. She needed something to distract her from the idea that her one and only love and returned.

Eve slipped into the darkness of the night, moving at a supernatural speed to find her next quick bite. She’d been hiding her little habit from everyone on the island, even her maker, Victor. Drinking from blood bags was almost some kind of sick joke to Eve. Vampires were the ultimate beings. Blood was their life source and they should be able to take by any means they saw fit. Catching a lone islander, walking along the row of Beta housing, Eve raced up behind the young girl, wrapping a hand around her mouth as she sank her teeth deep into the girl’s soft throat. The red liquid was hot and heady on her tongue, clouding Eve’s mind of any rational thought.

Once she took just enough to calm her hunger, Eve sealed the girl’s wounds, compelling her to return to her room and to forget the events that had occured. Licking her lips clean, the ebony haired vamp headed towards the beach, looking for another possible snack to feed on. Cillian crept back into her mind only just seconds after she was done feeding. She could feel him in every cell of her body. Eve could barely think straight. She walked through the gritty sand, glancing up at the vast amount of stars in the sky, remembering when she used to find that type of thing romantic.

A shuffling movement caught her attention. She turned her head to face the sound behind her. The wind whipping her hair around her deep brown eyes didn’t even stop her from being able to recognize the man standing a few feet away from her. Eve clenched every muscle in her body tight, seething with anger, but also fighting back the utter longing she felt just looking at her former lover. She tried to speak, tried to move, but it felt like she was rooted to the ground. Eve was torn between pinning him to the sand and kissing him hard or beating his face with her bare hands. “You…” It was the only word she could form, but the simple word was laced with more venom than she expected.

eve-of-the-night:

Eve felt that automatic pull to her former lover, urging her body to move closer towards him, but then her anger quickly bubbled over, reminding her of who this person was and what he did to her. She cursed the day she his took in blood in her veins. He would never be out of her system. Not since being turned by Victor, had Eve greedily drank the blood of a another vampire. Cillian was the only one. Her deep brown eyes shone like chocolate diamonds under the night’s sky, glimmering with a tornado of emotions. 

eve-of-the-night:

Even as he tried to explain himself, Eve’s anger was getting the best of her. Causing the vamp to be too stubborn and only feel his explanations were excuses. He looked defeated, almost broken. Eve clenched her jaw tight, frustrated that she still felt the need to know if he was to okay. To still care about him. He’d left her heartbroken and alone, but shaking the deep rooted feelings she had for her former lover was almost impossible. “It feels like you did. You left without even a goodbye. A letter. A damn letter was the best you could do for me.” She had to avoid his gaze, knowing his eyes would only be her undoing.

She stilled, unmoving even with the rough ocean breeze. Trouble? Eve felt her brows furrow together. She knew the society had been hot on Cillian’s trails before. Did it happen again? Did he really leave to save her? The emotions running through her left the freckled beauty confused and unsure of how to let go of all her anger over the years Cillian disappeared. She kept her eyes away from his, walking calmly to him. If she figured out he was lying, she could still tear him limb from limb. She looked up, her deep brown eyes only meeting his lips. Memories of those lips on her body flooded her mind instantly. Being near to Cillian was going to prove harder than she realized. “What kind of trouble? Why was it so bad you couldn’t tell me? I was to be your wife, Cillian. Have you no trust in me.?”

eve-of-the-night:

Every step closer he took, made it that much harder to bear his presence. The undeniable pull was still there between them, inching the vamps closer to each other. Eve noticed something clench in his hand, what appeared to maybe be a picture, her focus didn’t last ont he object long. Every sense in her body was honed in on the man she once, and still, loved. “How convenient they found you the night we were to marry.” She could hear the waver in her voice. It angered her. Eve was supposed to strong, nerves of steel with an unbending will. Cillian had some sort of ability to tear those walls down without even blinking an eyelash.

Walking threw the rain Cillian kept looking behind him. Though he couldn’t see anything he knew someone was there. Block after block his paranoia grew. Were they on the street, the next ally, on the roofs? Cillian didn’t know, But he was ready for them. The nerves in his fangs were pulsating the urge was becoming to overwhelming for him to fight any longer.

Picking up the pace as he walked the street lights began to flicker. Stopping dead in his tracks, Cillian looked around. From the streets to the alleys to the roof tops. Cillian could smell the adrenaline coursing through their veins. The Society found him once again. Cillain looked back to where he was headed, All he had to do was run and hope for the best. but in his weaken condition he wasn’t going to get very far. This time he was going to have to fight them.     

Taking one step forward, A knife come flying past Cillian and going into a lamp post. His arm burned from where the knife grazed his arm. Looking down the ally of where the blade came from the two walk out in a cocky manner snickering to each other. They were the walking cliche of the Secret Society, Dressed all in black with every fucking weird gadget weapon you could think of. “You are a pain in the ass to keep track of Quinn.” said the tall one that looked like a Calvin Kline model. Swallowing Cillian tried to look calm “I didn’t know you were interested.” Watching how they moved. Calvin huffed in discuss “Boss says you need to be brought in or put down.” Cillian was going to stand his ground “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

"Have it your way" As Calvin made a small step forward. Pulling out another blade "Slice and dice." the shorter twitchy younger one said. The two were on either side of Cillian. All he could do was wait for them to make a move. When they did Cillian could dodge most of their blows. They may have been assassins for the Society they weren’t to smart. Just the way they were holding the blades to their stance. Sweeping Twitchy off his feet, Cillian went after Calvin. Until Twitchy grazed him with a blade on his other arm, It burned. Nothing Cillian had ever felt before. Whatever was on those blades was lethal to him.

  It all happened so fast. One quick move from Twitchy and a kick from Calvin. Cillian was on his back looking up at the sky as the rain fell on his face. Was this going to be it? He thought to himself. With Calvin on top of him “All old dogs have to go at some point.” Calvin said in a quiet voice while hold a blade above Cillian’s heart. Cillian could hear Twitchy cheer him on. “Time to go back to hell.” As Calvin raised the blade up. Cillian in one swift move gabbed a knife in Calvin’s throat that was hiding in his sleeve of his coat. Letting Calvin go limp on top of him, Cillian took the knife out and bite down on Calvin’s neck. 

The tastes was better then he remembered. Cillian could feel his strength coming back in an instant. Pushing Calvin’s limp body off to the ground. Cillian eyed Twitchy’s horrified expression. This kid most have been new to this world, His face formed to pure anger. Cillian smirk threw his bloody lips. Twitchy got a few good moves Cillian just wanted to get over with and run like hell. “Whats it going to take for you fucks to leave me alone?” As Cillian knocked him against a brick wall hard. Twitchy was a bloody mess but wouldn’t give up. Cillian got to his level and looked him straight in the eyes before he ends his life. Grabbing his throat hard Cillian was letting all his anger he held for so long “You people took everything from me, what more do you want.” Cillian yelled. Twitchy in a low breathless voice “For you to die.” Before Cillian could react Twitchy cut him deep in the abdomen. With the deep pain, Cillian Squeezed Twitchy’s till it cracked. 

Cillian felt crippled, Never he had thought a little shit like that would have got him. He should have known better. Trying to get up he leans against the wall. Walks hunched over and grabs his bag. He needed to get out of there and fast. He knew more would come. As he made his way down the street, Cillian could feel the blood running down his leg. Thank god for the rain or he would have left a trial that only the boss could have a wet dream about. Making his way to the docks, Cillian saw an old run down boat that looked like it hadn’t been used in years. Making his way below deck, He crashed into a table and feel to the floor and faded into the darkness.  

Slowly coming out of his sleep Cillian could Feel the boat rock back and forth which only meant the boat was not only off the docks but out in the deep ocean. Which only meant to him that he had no where to go. Feeling stiff as he began to try to sit up in a panic. Until feeling a pair of hands keep him on the table “Easy, easy.” said an old deep raspy voice. Cillian struggled but had no strength “I’m a friend.” the old man said. Cillian could see in his eyes that he wasn’t lieing. “Where am I?” Relaxing Cillian looked down at his arms and stomach his wounds were cleaned up but did not heal, which wasn’t normal. As the old man through away bloodied towels and threw water out the window of the boat. “Your on my boat, The Espyrer.” Cillian remembered what that word meant, Hope. Cillian tried once again to sit up slowly. Looking out the window He saw no land insight and it was still black out “Where are you going?” Looking back at the old man with curiosity. 

As the old man began shifting threw cabinets and found a bottle of liquor. “I am headed to an Island.” Sighing deeply Cillian in a stressed voice “You couldn’t have waited for me to come to and kick me off before you left?” As the old man was finding two glasses “Just because a crazy young man falls on the floor all bloody on my boat doesn’t mean I don’t have a schedule to keep with.” Looking at the old man “Yeah but you couldn’t have waited for two hours to kick me off?” The old man chuckled “You have been passed out a full 24 hours, I couldn’t have waited that long.” Cillian couldn’t believe he was out that long “Why didn’t you just carry off and leave?” The old man stopped and looked at him for a moment “Because I think this Island would be good for you.” As he sat on a chair next to a table. “Whats so good about this Island?” As he poured the liquor in the two glasses. Looking down at the old man in curiosity. “It’s for people like you to escape the horrors of the cruel world that doesn’t understand you.” Taking the glass from the old man “What do you mean people like me?” The old man gave him a look then eyed the mark on his chest. Cillian looked down at the branded mark the village gave him after he turned. Looking back up at the man with surprise “You know what this mark means? Most people just think it’s just a tattoo.” 

The old man nodded “How did a young man like you get in such a fight with the Secret Society?” Smirking Cillian says “I’m not as young as I look old boy, and that is a long story.” The old man nodded and chuckled back “I don’t doubt that, How old are you.. really?” Cillian wasn’t used to such curiosity. It was pleasant to talk to someone he could trust. Staring at the glass in his hand “700.” The old man laughed with surprise “I’ve never met anyone that old, You must have seen everything.” Raising his glass to Cillian “To one hell of a long run.” with a nod, Cillian raised his glass to the old man and took a sip. He could taste the blood being washed down from Calvin the night before. “So why do you go to the Island?” Looking at the old man. “I carry cargo from the mainland, and bring people that want peace.” Cillian nodded.A little peace would be nice for a change he thought.

Before Cillian could ask anything more a bell rang outside. The old man got up fast. “Looks like we’re here, Put on your clothes and meet me on the deck.” The old man walked up the stairs to the deck. Cillian got dressed and walked to the deck, he was the last to get off the boat. Seeing everyone scatter in different directions. Cillian looked back to see the old man about to get on his boat again. “What are you leaving already?” The old man looked at him with a smile “Yes sir.” As he took his hand to shack it. “You should go to the doc on the Island to get those wounds looked at better.” Cillian nodded and watched the old man get back on his boat and start to leave “So now what am I suppose to do?” he yelled at the old man. “Live.” the old man replied.

{Basic Info}

Name: Cillian Quinn

Age: 700 {Turned at 26.}

Gender / Species: Male / Vampire

Mark: Beta

Birth Place: Dublin, Ireland

Birthday: The year 1313 the actually date has been long forgotten.

Date I turned: July, 13th, 1339 

Ethnicity: 100% Irish

Dialect: Used to have a deep Irish accent but changed over the long years of moving around.

Language:

.Gaelic

.English

.French

Occupation: Pilot

Education: Really…. I’m a walking fucking History book. I’ve seen a lot. Various different schools. 

Skills: Hunt, fish, Fly a plane, play a violin for no real reason.

Character traits: Reserved manner, Charming, Intelligent.

Criminal Record: Thats a funny story.

Drink/Smoke/Drugs: Yes, Yes, Does blood count.

Likes: Blood, Music, Books, History channel (Brings me back),

Dislikes: The Ocean, Being wrong, Vampire movies (They got it all wrong), Ignorant humans

Fears: The Secret Society

{Physical Appearance}

Hight: 6’2

Weight: 220

Body type: Athletic build.   

Eye color: Brown

Hair color: Brown

Tattoos: yup.

{Relationships}

Sexuality: Straight

Friends: Eve was me best friend, we understood each other.

Enemies: The Secret Society,

Lovers: Eve was the only one for me

The rain was coming down hard on the tin roof of this run down bar. Either way it nice to get out of the rain one and a while. Sitting at the bar in a beat up stool the strong liquor wasn’t quenching his thrust. He had been fighting the urge for so long he felt so weak and agitated, being on the run for so long was getting exhausted.

Pulling a leather bound book from his pocket. Thumbing through it with all the places he had been London, Paris, Syria, Chad, Bolivia, Murmansk were just a few of the pages. Cillian would always write where he’s been so he wouldn’t go to the same place twice. As the pages went from one to the next a picture fell out of place. Taking it out of the book he just stared at it as all the memories always come flooding back. Eve was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on, Even to this day with everything he had seen in the world it still hold true. After all this time he still missed her, he still loved her. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was doing well. Was she okay, Was she happy, Did she find someone better then he was? All he could feel was guilt.

50 long years of nothing but running from that fucking secret society. The scar on the right side of his rib burned just thinking about it. Those assholes ruined everything and he wouldn’t want more then having every last one of them burned alive. Shaking his head in discuss something hits the window behind him. Cillian looks over his shoulder, He saw nothing though his paranoia are always on high. He can’t afford not to be. Looking back at his drink, Cillian noticed the bartender starring at him while he was drying a glass. There is nothing Cillian hates more then having strangers become curious about him.

Putting the book back in his pocket, he runs his tongue over one his fangs and finishes his drink. Though the deep urge inside him wants to reach over the bar and ends this guys life and have the sweet taste of blood again. Cillian gets up from his seat. Places money on the bar, grabbed his bad and headed toward the door. “Are you sure you don’t want any change?” The Bartender asked holding the cash. before Cillian reached the door. Cillian turned and gave him a look. The Bartender knew why he gave him so much money. Cillian wanted nothing more than his silence and the Bartender understood after that look. All Cillian wanted was be a walking ghost, not seen nor heard. But he knew there was only a matter of time before they found him again. 

About Cillian —

Cillian Quinn survived a brush with the Secret Society, but it cost him much more than his life. On the evening of his wedding to Eve Kim, Cillian was identified as a vampire by a man he did not recognize. Knowing that he was more than likely now a target for elimination, the vampire had to make a heartbreaking choice: risk his and Eve’s lives and flee the Secret Society together or leave immediately to ensure that his bride-to-be would remain off of their radar. Cillian selflessly chose to run, leaving behind only a note in which he claimed that he wasn’t ready for eternal commitment and that he’d made a mistake. He knew those words were cruel enough to keep Eve from trying to find him, and though it pained him to write them, they would keep her safe. 

Finally coming out of seclusion, 50 years later, Cillian has found his way to Arilani Island. 

Will the spark be re-ignited between the former lovers once they reunite or will Cillian find that Eve’s heart has turned too cold to thaw?

You decide.