Vernons Curse (open for females)

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Name: Claire Mathers
Age: 28
Height: 5'6
Hair: Light brown and straight, just past her shoulders
Eyes: Blue


Claire had been idly minding her own business, on her way home from work, until the bus pulled up to her stop and as she got off she noticed a handbag. She picked it up to hand over to the driver but, anxious to get back on his route, he completely blanked her so she took it with her, intending to drop it off at a police station the next day. Opening it back inside her flat to try and find some ID for the owner she chanced upon an ornate key nestling inside.

She couldn't figure out what was so special about the key, she didn't even especially care for antiques in the first place, but something drew her to it and instead of replacing it in the bag she stuck it in her jeans pocket and somehow promptly forgot it completely.

Lying in bed that night Claire felt restless and couldn't work out why, still tossing and turning to get to sleep a couple of hours later.

 

[Forthinu]

Vernon awoke once more... he knew that she had lost the key; the first woman in all that years that made him hope to break the curse. She was gone, and he had hoped to see her again. Could he try to find the place again? How many time had passed since that wonderful time? He did not know, and he felt the pulling of the key again. He just had to follow, and walked the streets again. It was a different place this time, a new unknown victim - his next victim, even if he did not wanted to follow the call of the key. But he kept walking, and it was night again. Why always that late? Couldn't he walk in the sunlight, feeling less like an evil creature of the night? After all, that was what he was, he had to admit to himself.

 

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Getting fed up of trying to sleep, Claire grabbed a book and started to read, hoping it might lull her to sleep but reading about yet another fantasy girl and guy fall in love, live happily ever after etc etc just frustrated her more. Putting the book down she suddenly remembered the key and wondered why it had only just popped back into her mind. She couldn't resist getting up to retrieve it, lying in bed stroking the curves of the metal and finally drifting off into slumber within minutes.

 

[Forthinu]

Vernon had reached the house finally, again the key was in one of the appartments. He tried to guess what kind of persons lived here. It wasn't really upperclass, but no slum either. The building looked average, any kind of persons could live in here. But the urge to get closer to the key got stronger, and he checked the surrounding and building to find a way in. Locked doors could not stop him.

 

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Deep in sleep Claire turned from side to side, mixed-up dreams flitting in and out of her mind, leaving her lying spreadeagled and uncovered on the mattress, the sheets tangled in a lump at the base of the bed.

 

[Forthinu]

It wasn't a problem at all to get into the house, nobody was around as he walked up the stairs in darkness. Finally he knew he was before the right door. He listened carefully and checked the name at the door. Strangeley, he always hit on single woman, living alone... He wondered what would happen if he would meet a husband or boyfriend... But he did not know if she was alone. He opened the door, without any sound, and got in, closing the door again carfully. He could see well enough in the dark to move without light, to get closer to the key. He entered a room and found a woman on the bed. although he could not make out any details at first. She was rather young, and had straight light-brown hair, and she had the key in her bed, what he found strange.

 

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Claire started to wake, having the vague feeling something wasn't right but she was still so tired, she didn't even want to open her eyes, she wanted to return to her dreams so she lay still, her eyes clamped close, wondering what it was she was feeling.

 

[Forthinu]

Vernon had reached the bed. He tried to stretch his handd out to touch the key, but he could not; he was not able to overcome the curse. And the curse made him once more looking closer at the sleeping woman, watching her, registering more details now, like her bodytype, the clothes she just wore. He felt himself growing again, and he knew he would loose control again.