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Post by oliver on May 23, 2008 21:50:59 GMT -5
One of the few advantages about being a vampire ,was the heightened senses. It was like seeing everything all at once with a thousand eyes , hearing a pin drop even in the noisiest of crowds and still have time to listen in on conversations.
The world had changed, people had changed. And through the years of his wandering Oliver discovered that the changes would never stop, even if it had to go round in circles like it did with most trends. Who'd ever thought that the poor boy's cap once worn by peasants would become a fashion fad?
Bathed in colours from the neon lights, his pale skin became a palette for the night life and Oliver was beginning to fall in love with London all over again.
"But there's no place like London..." he murmured softly, effortlessly making his way through the stream of people, only to pause at the window of a shop selling musical instruments. A brand new Gibson guitar being put on display next to posters of rock stars with painted faces... Something Oliver hadn't really quite understood yet despite his age.
"Strange things."
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Post by rainbowporkchop on May 23, 2008 23:57:26 GMT -5
Nickohlous walked steadily down the streets of London. He was booked for an undergrund party in a couple of hours. The night was cool and calm. The streets weren't as busy as he thought they where gonna be. He had just fed from a near by zoo, and his sneces were at full alert. His guitar was strapped to his back at his own comfort, and his jacket was left unzipped. Many tempting smelling humans past him, but he kept his hunger at bay. He was wize with that kind of thing eventhough he is a young vampire himself. He needed a mentor, or female companionship. H was sometimes tired of being alne and sometimes just wanted a friend to hang out with like a normal uy his age.
He sighed. "Dull night... Got a couple of hours to kil..." he sighed again, and stopped to lean against a wall and look up at the sky.
His eyes narrowed as he smelled the blood of another vampire nearering it's way towards him.
He growled lowly to himself, and was curious, but territorial. 'It's a male...' he thought to himself as the vampire came into sight.
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Post by oliver on May 24, 2008 13:50:10 GMT -5
Heartbeats were like the steady tick-tock clicks of a watch, going round and round like clockwork. It didn't matter whether they went at a pace that was fast or slow, tempered by emotion or physical exertion. Oliver could always find a sense of peace being surrounded by so much life.
The temptation to take one of these lives was always extinguished by the simple fact that his own young life had ended that same, abrupt way. He could never begrudge another vampire for the way they fed or how they got around to killing their prey. Empowered by the one thing that had been gifted to all who were able to think above basic instinct; Choice.
The tailor simply chose not to take. Reveling in the constant 'lub-dub' of working hearts... Until he came upon a certain presence that had none.
There, in the reflection of the glass he could see another face framed by the dark lacquer of the guitar in the window, standing out starkly from all the other passing ,unwary folks.
Poor little lambs, wandering the streets with wolves in their midst...
But the question right now was; Is this one going to huff and puff and attempt to blow the house down?
Oliver barely shifted, tilting his head in acknowledgment to the creature with feral eyes bristling behind him like a young lion sizing him up...
"Never really understood these things... Electronic guitars." his voice was soft, but he knew it would carry itself to the other who stood nearby, "But I have to admit, beautifully crafted and the attention to detail is just, amazing."
A minor pause before he turned to face the unexpected guest.
"I'm sure you're more well versed in such matters."
The other vampire sure looked the part with a guitar strapped to him like a samurai did with his sword, wild hair and wild appearance that gave him an unpredictable edge. In fact he wasn't so different from the faces on the rock posters behind him.
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Post by rainbowporkchop on May 24, 2008 14:00:59 GMT -5
Nick closed his eyes. "Guiatrs are maybe one of man's many great creationa. Mine wont ever leave me." he sighed.
"Might I ask what you are doing in this large city?" he asked "It's not like vampires to wander... well, some anyways..." he said, unfolding his arms.
He looked at the other vampire. He looked a bit smaller than Nick himself, but usually once he underestimated another, he was beaten.
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Post by oliver on May 24, 2008 21:46:08 GMT -5
"So if diamonds are a girl's best friend, the guitar would be yours..."
The deduction was made and dark eyes gleamed in interest.
"Fascinating. But does it not eventually wear away as all things do? Are guitars not made of wood too? Ahhh... but there is a coat of gloss over its body, perhaps that what prevents it from withering away into dust? Perhaps that's what keeps your musical companion by your side till this day?"
Child-like awe soon gave way to something more sorrowful, slightly bitter and very, very old.
"They all leave eventually though. They always do..."
A heartbeat later and the dark haired vampire flips back to his previous, lighter frame of mind. His smile is slightly sheepish, bordering on apologetic as he slowly makes his way over to the other vampire, hands kept in a placating manner behind his back.
"Forgive me, I doubt this is what you were expecting when you stepped out this night."
"Might I ask what you are doing in this large city? It's not like vampires to wander... well, some anyways..."
He took the unfolding arms as a sign of dropping aggression, but Oliver knew better than to think it as anything more than a wary truce. The hint of tension in the shoulders and the guarded expression on a youthful face; It didn't look like his fellow blood-drinker would be making friendly overtures any time soon.
"This is my home."
He replies simply.
"No matter where I go, London will always be my home. I was born here, bred here, died here... But it's very different now. When I left it, there was nothing but death and ashes. I made such a pretty fire."
Whether or not the other vampire would pick up on the last statement was of no matter to him, most would write it off as unimportant anyway. But to add to the distraction he offers one pale hand in greeting, smiling with just the barest hint of fang, "Oliver Galworthy, or just Oliver if it pleases you."
A cock of the head and he looks up into kohl rimmed eyes, cautiously curious as ever.
"And what of you good sir? Why does this six-string samurai roam London's streets on his lonesome?"
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