symphonies of the heart -- !

[AMANDO RYAN VALENCIA]

and i can see your heart beating...

...i can see it through your chest !

getting used to this place was proving to be quite a problem for amando valencia. first of all, the mass amount of walking blood banks was causing a rather large strain on amando. before coming here, he had been able to hide away from the beating hearts and surging blood every once in a while to keep hold on his sanity. but here, here it was almost impossible to get away from them. and it was making him hungrier, especially since the fucking idiots here were keeping him low on supply. secondly, the mass of electrical appliances was just a little too much. yes, amando had lived through the evolution of all things electrical, watched it grow and slump and then hulk up to become a raging monster that ripped apart anything within its way. it wasn't that amando didn't like technology. it came in useful for things such as boiling water which amando had hated waiting for before the dear old electric kettle had been invented. yet, when they started fucking with everything else in amando's life, that was when he started getting annoyed. like a piano! whoever the hell had thought to make a piano with electrical wires should be burned at the stake several times over, at least in amando's opinion.

and that was where amando could be found right now, with the sacred piano. the non-electrical one, for he felt like he might smash the thing in two if he got within a feet of the monster. and so here he was sat, several sheets of music in front of him and a few scribbles. amando knew the piano very much like he knew the back of his damn hand. many years with nothing to do had found himself nights and days at a piano, settling and learning as he went through. he could play many of the famous classics, but still, amando wanted more from his playing. he wanted to make his own music. it just never sounded right, it never sounded beautiful enough. and so he kept coming back, starting over again. amando knew he had a long time to do it, but writing his own music was only one a list of a thousand things he wanted to do in his lifetime. ah, that long lonely stretch. it petrified amando. he had lived this long now and he was already sick of the world. but this place, this place that should have been hell on earth, though it did have its moments, it was a kind of sanctuary, a place to give the vampire something to do other than lurk in the darkness waiting and watching the world go by.

and amando was fed up of just sitting around. he needed to live, even if physically that was not possible. he was sick of doing nothing but sitting in a dark room alone. he needed to make friends. the only problem with all that was the loss that came with getting close to those around him. amando was not good with losing people anymore. ever since the death, murder, of his parents, by his own hand, he had never been able to deal with losing those he felt close to. it was hard, watching people getting old without him, then dying, while he had never aged a second in that vast space of time. hard was not a word that could cover the emotions and pain that came with watching that.

amando sat before the piano, letting his fingers fall over the keys as if a leaf in a soft breeze, not even really paying attention, having played so much in his years that it was like breathing almost. of course the piano was not the only instrument amando had learned to play in his time. the flute was a favourite, though his precision with the flute was nothing on his talent for the piano. yet still, the inspiration could not come. it never felt right. the only one that had been any where near what amando needed had been written nearly a hundred years ago. culture was so missing in this time, and amando was feeling his inspiration wither with every single minute, never mind day, that passed. what amando needed was a boost, something that gave him that special spark. it was just finding it. and amando had a feeling that spark was so far away that he would have probably died before he found it.

TAG; momma<3.
STATUS; done.
WORD COUNT; seven four five.
MUSIC; none.
NOTES; love you momma.
CREDITS; me for template. rihanna for lyrics.

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[TOBIAS LEWIS SMITH.]

tobias was incredibly scared of this school - as one of the only group of 'bloodbags' in the building, he was constantly wary of being devoured and had taken to wearing a white scarf around his neck even on the warmest of days. nevertheless, he remained utterly terrified of even the lightest shadows and attempted to make eye contact with no one, scared that even a simple 'hello' would gain him a trip to the morgue in a black bag. it wasn't the creatures fault, he was well aware of this - it was the fault of the staff here, who seemed to keep everyone in a state of constant starvation, possibly believing them easier to handle in such weakness. it really wasn't fair, but neither was being trapped within these walls anyway, so 'fair' wasn't really a valid argument. tobi himself wasn't all that concerned about food; before coming here, he had lived on the streets and before that in an orphanage where no one was concerned with his wellbeing. it was common knowledge that the orphanage kept the children on meals which were enough to sustain them and no more - the 'official' excuse was that the orphanage simply couldn't afford to keep up the meals and something was better than nothing, wasn't it? it was a ploy to make more money, money which came from the boys within the orphanage walls tears and pain.

tobi wasn't a vengeful boy, or he would have blown the entire orphanage sky high the moment he had learned he was a witch - instead, he had simply packed his things and left quietly in the middle of the night after casting a longing glance back at the boy who had awoken his instincts but never taken his virginity. with that, he had climbed out of the window and into the streets, ducking down the darkest alleyway and ignoring the jeering calls of the drunks from the gutters. yes, he was afraid, but he knew what he was now - his powers would surely never let him get hurt, right? in fact, it seemed that they flew up to protect him from his fear and anger, exploding inanimate objects far beyond his control. it was hard to hide it, especially when a police officer had tried to drag him back to the orphanage one night and a streetlamp had smashed overhead, raining glass down on the officer and allowing tobi to run - he had suffered a few cuts from the glass but gained his freedom.

he might be no good as a witch, but tobi did have one talent: music. particularly the violin and the piano. place a bow in this boy's hand, a violin nestled between chin and shoulder, and you would hear music; beautifully self composed and full of mourning and hope - it was enough to bring most people to tears. tobias adored music, it freed him from being the little orphan boy, the one who knew nothing of his past, the freak with the dreams which set his heart racing and his lungs screaming for help. he was almost as good with the piano, but violin was his true passion and as a result, he was rarely seen without the instrument dangling delicately from his fingers as he wandered through the halls of the school.

the music rooms were his hideout; hardly anyone came in here for some reason and it was here where tobi would play and sing and generally find his peace with the world. today, however, he pushed open the door and was surprised to find the room occupied by another, a male seated at the piano. he hesitated, stepping inside and closing the door as quietly as a mouse, leaning back against the wooden frame and just listening, surprised to realise that he actually liked whatever the other boy was playing. he smiled, half tempted to join in with his violin but not daring, for that would be entirely too rude and he lacked the ability to be rude to anyone. he waited for a pause in the music before announcing his presence with a small cough, really hoping that the other boy wouldn't be too hungry and decide to devour him whole out of spite. some people were oddly possessive about their music these days.

"hello.." he offered shyly, placing his violin down in the corner of the room and standing beside it - someone had told him a corner was a great place to defend yourself.

tag; lisha
status; done
word count; something over 760...
music; none.
notes; sorry it's short, i'm still sick.
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[AMANDO RYAN VALENCIA]

and i can see your heart beating...

...i can see it through your chest !

it was very true to say that near starvation wasn't so good for a vampire, or any other creature for that matter. but amando knew about vampires, since well, he was one was the obvious answer. and he had been around plenty of his kind to know that it wasn't just him that had problems with being around so many living, blood-filled people when they were hungry. it caused problems for when amando did drink, for then blood lust kicked in and it was immensely harder to fight off when hungry. amando had done very well considering his circumstances so far, managing to only drain one student, and the rest he had taken only a little from, well maybe more than just a little. but no one else had been drained completely so they died. and amando had no idea how to turn people into vampires, and honestly, he wouldn't wish being a new born on anyone. even though it was over a hundred years ago, amando could remember like it was yesterday. not good memories that was for sure. and amando didn't wish that on anyone else. many people thought vampires were just blood sucking monsters, but not all of them where. amando once had been able to accept that title, but not now. he tried to be even nice to werewolves for fucks sake, even though the small was sickening. damn his sensitive smell.

and the only thing amando had found in this world, in the time he had been on it, that truly calmed him down. that made everything bad, memories or the present problems, fade away, was playing music. as cliche as it all sounded, it soothed his soul. whether amando had a soul of course was remain to be seen. it was like there was a soft drumming along with the soft melodies he played from around the school. the beating hearts drifting away and coming closer and then drifting away once more, a rhythmic cycle that amando almost didn't have to worry about when he was so entranced with the playing, his fingers flying over the keys with a grace that was inhuman. he was inhuman. something that amando had never really come to terms with, even now. being here, surrounded by those like him, made it just a little easier to bare. he wasn't alone here, nearly everyone had problems with what they were. some of the werewolves thought there lives were ruined, some of the vampires couldn't control themselves and were killing nearly every more human student in sight, and... well amando wasn't too sure about the demons. he tended to try and stay clear of them.

and still his hands moved effortlessly across the keys, his thoughts never making him falter. not even when he heard the door did he falter, or truly acknowledge the person that walked in, the beating heart in such close proximity making it just a little harder to concentrate on where his fingers needed to fall. and though he had known the person had been there for a number of moments, the boy, he supposed it was a boy, coughed. his fingers slowed to a stop, twisting fast upon the chair. one good thing about being a vampire was that he was fast. and things like swiveling on chairs was done in the blink of an eye... literally. his eyes wandered over the boy, yes he had been correct, trying not to let his eyes linger on his neck or chest, or his crotch for that matter, since hello, he was gay, duh.

the words melted about his ears and he couldn't but smile as the boy backed into a corner. not the best place for he was so easily... no, amando would not allow himself to think such thoughts. "hello." he replied, the words falling off his tongue like silk. he rose to his feet, smiling a little. "let me here you play, young one." amando went on to say, more of a question that a command. he wanted to know what the boy could do with that violin. among other things, but he was repressing those thoughts with all his might.

TAG; momma<3.
STATUS; done.
WORD COUNT; six nine seven.
MUSIC; none.
NOTES; ew. sorry, this is bad D:
CREDITS; me for template. rihanna for lyrics.

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[TOBIAS LEWIS SMITH.]

if there was one thing tobias knew about, it was starvation. while vampires could be driven mad with hunger, he himself could not - he had been starved his whole life, this was perhaps the cause for his small, slight form, the fingers which often graced his violin long and bony. in fact, here at the school he was probably fed more than he ever had been in his entire life - so much, in fact, that he often had to push away his plate after only a few mouthfuls as it made his stomach churn sickeningly. after all; this school had to give off the illusion of feeding three times the amount of students it actually was. toby wondered where they put the rest - probably into the compost heaps to fertilise the flowers which bloomed suspiciously well for the middle of nowhere. he tried very, very hard not to think about what else might be fertilising those plants - after all, the students at this school had very particular appetites and, as a result... well; you get the point. the bodies had to go somewhere, didn't they?

as for the supernatural itself; considering the fact that he himself was now one of these beings, he knew very little on the subject, only what he had learned in the past year, his focus mainly being on that of his own kind, witches. he had studied fire powers in depth, quickly learning to douse the flames which sparked on a regular basis from his mind. as for the explosions, he didn't really know what to call those, so looking them up was incredibly difficult, in retrospect. as for vampires, he truly believed them to simply be the monsters who took great delight in tearing a person's throat out and devouring their blood gulp by swallow. it was probably plainly to everyone in this school just how scared he was - he was sure they could hear his heart rate picking up immediately in fear the moment he was addressed.

werewolves, however, were his biggest fear - he had met one who he actually liked, but they were only a new wolf. the rest of them were terrifying. tobias had always been scared of dogs, perhaps an inbred instinct for what was to come in later life. there was something terribly frightening about a human person ripping into the shape of an animal, he didn't know what to do around them, how to treat them or if he should just avoid them altogether. it was true that tobi was terribly naieve and that people laughed at him here, but that wasn't his fault. he was, after all, only fifteen years of age, a witch for only one year and completely clueless about his history. there was no doubting, however, that he possessed some kind of terrible power because even the few witches he had met seemed surprised and slightly scared of his raw talent. it was the main reason he'd agreed to come here, to learn his heritage and control over his powers.

all lying aside, tobi had fully expected this place to be like hogwarts, complete with funny robes, pointed hats and talking animals. well, the last was slightly true - the werewolves could talk even in their dog forms. to put it simply, tobi was entirely blinded to the true world of the supernatural - just as he had been to humanity. he had grown to expect starvation, beatings for silly things and people talking down to him. he was also used to playing his violin on command, for it was the one thing he could do right and his mistress had enjoyed hearing him play - if only to remind him it was all he was worth once he was done.

he was breathless as he watched the boys fingers fly over the keys, a blur of pale skin too fast for tobi's human comprehension. he watched until he couldn't repress the urge to make himself known, coughing and retreating to the corner. he turned round just to see amando turn, the movement making him cry out in a startled fashion, for it had been so fast. that narrowed things down in tobi's mind - only vampires and demons were that fast. he didn't know much about demons, for each was different, bringers of sin and unclean thoughts, their task to bring as many souls to the underworld as possible in return for their continued existence and eternal youth.

"y..yes sir" he stuttered, used to the silly formalities - the boy had called him 'young one', so tobi automatically assumed him to be older and therefore worthy of respectful address. he lifted his violin carefully, placing it between his shoulder and chin, running the amber rosin across the horsehair of his bow a few times before placing the bow against the violin and beginning to play. just like that, his anxiety was gone. he was gone. fingers flew across the strings like they were trailing through the ocean water on a sandy beach, seemingly effortless but creating a pattern, a magical pattern of notes.

tag; lisha
status; done
word count; 866
music; none.
notes; thats a bit better =3
credits; me for template, placebo for lyrics.[/size][/color]

[AMANDO RYAN VALENCIA]

and i can see your heart beating...

...i can see it through your chest !

before becoming a vampire, amando had never really known starvation, or really hunger in all honesty. coming from a rich family, he got what he wanted when he wanted it. amando had never gone hungry at all as a child. platter upon platter at his dispense, waited on hand and foot. running away had been the hardest decision he had ever made. sure, home had never been the same after he had been found with another boy, but he had still had many things of luxury around him. he had left all that, fighting for freedom. it was only then that he had known hunger, eating what his mentor could afford with his little pay for killings, not that amando knew any of this at the time. but when he finally turned into a vampire, the starvation became apparent. that painful tug in the pit of his stomach that came with the lack of blood in his system. the weakening of his reflex's, everything seeming to dull around the edges. he was still strong and fast, but much less so than usual. it wasn't like human food was edible. amando couldn't stomach normal human food anymore, which he did miss sometimes. but hey, he couldn't have everything, right?

this place, this place was the worst though. at least when he had starved before he hadn't been surrounded by temptation, like here. he also had never been surrounded by so many supernatural people. he'd met the odd demon, to which he had learned quickly they were in no way in hell they should ever be trusted, and that he didn't like them at all. he had never met a werewolf in his life, though he had heard of them, but he had never experienced a smell so foul as the wolf smell. even a werewolf in their human form was bad, never mind as an actual wolf. and there was so many of them. it was horrible for the vampire, and he couldn't help but get slightly annoyed, even though he knew that the wolves couldn't exactly help it. sometimes he wished he could turn his increasingly sensitive smell off... in fact all his heightened senses, just be normal. not have to live on blood... again, he couldn't have everything he wanted. witches, however, where something that amando could safely say he had never come across in his life. and that was what was rather intimidating. hell, he had no idea what they were capable of.

amando, not knowing what to expect, was a little bit on edge around here. not like he could ever really relax with the putrid smell of dog and the beating hearts surrounding him, teasing him. he could smell the blood, hear it pumping, and it took all amando's strength to stop himself from ripping into every throat within six foot of him. it was a good job in reality that amando had learned how to control himself so well, though, there were times when his mind ran amok. like now, with the small boy before him, looking so appetizing. but amando knew that pouncing and sinking his fangs into the boy wouldn't be very polite... understatement of the century.

he could sense the boy was a little nervous, and the stutter only made it more obvious. though, once the boy started playing all else was forgotten. amando was in a trance watching the younger boy play his violin, the music seeping through his oversensitive ears like a beautiful wave. amando couldn't help but shiver, not taking his eyes off the boys hands on the violin. he was very glad he had asked the boy to play, very glad indeed. amando waited for him to finish before he spoke again, his voice breathy with surprise. "that was amazing. you are very talented." amando couldn't help but be jealous, it was obvious that the boy was young, and he had already mastered the violin to the level he had? it had taken nearly fifty years of piano practice to get this good.

TAG; momma<3.
STATUS; done.
WORD COUNT; six seven five.
MUSIC; popstar to operastar xD.
NOTES; sorry its a bit bad again.
CREDITS; me for template. rihanna for lyrics.

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