All Senses Failed. [Open]

[Ellie]

Lars wandered around the pale moonlit night not really paying attention as he walked slowly along. A cigarette in one hand, the other in his pocket. As the summer came along, the weather rose significantly, maybe not so much, but he was getting too used to the cool damp weather, now it was becoming hot and damp, leading to awful humidity at times. But tonight there was a slight warm, pleasant breeze accompanying the warm weather, so it was bearable. He was glad for the slight change in attire at least. He no longer had his trusted hoodie accompanying him, but just jeans and a dark blue shirt. A cigarette in one hand, the other in his pocket.


He took a hit off the cigarette before returning his hand to his side. Somewhere his subconscious told him to gaze on the white smoke he had exhaled as it rose to the sky, but he saw nothing, but didn't panic. It felt all too natural to panic. It was as if his eyesight was unfocused, but he saw nothing at all, like he had no recondition of what eyesight was. For that matter, he failed to recognize the burning smell of the sweet tobacco, he couldn;t taste the nicotine on his lips, he was briefly numb to all as he still continued to walk, but only for a moment. A bitter, blissful moment.

The moment was lost when his foot struck a stone hard. He immediately left his daze with a gasp, hardly noticing he was coming out of it, and looked down. A tombstone. He scanned the surroundings to notice he was in a graveyard. This is where his living dead feet had brought him, all on their own, for he had no intention on coming to this place. Yet his feet seemed to always bring him where the needed. They went on autopilot at times, but rarely ever led him somewhere wrong.

He slumped down on the damp grass and rested his head against the gravestone. The lettering marking the passed soul was too worn to read, he didn't want to guess how old it was, most likely older than him. Recalling the short past's event he sat there thinking, thinking about that moment, that moment when all his senses failed.

Undead... What it's like to be truly dead? Lars wondered. Was that his dead half, taking over for just a brief moment?, leaving him blissfully empty and cold, numb. It was almost a drug, so potent, yet not destructive, and only lasting for a brief time. He wanted more, he was already addicted to it, addicted to death, but try as he may to get back in the realm again as he enjoying his cigarette, there was no avail.

Lars switched sides then, leaving the stone that held his failure, maybe the body beneath held bad karma, not that he believed in karma really, he didn't really believe in anything, which gave him the license to believe all, or what he felt safe to.
He instead moved to a smaller stone, slightly shielded by the taller ones. His skilled eyes searched out the engravings.
Millie Jones, 1801-1823.

"Well, Millie..." he softly whispered to the weathered stone, "You made it longer than I did," he smiled down at the ground holding up his cigarette in memory for the ancient corpse beneath him, "Cheers to you, love."

[massimo]

Massimo walked at a slow, steady speed. His dark brown eyes, staring up at the sky and then to the ground under his feet. His blue jeans were faded slightly and his hands were in the pockets of his Royal Underground Military Blazer. Under his blazer he had a black tee on. Around his neck was sterling silver rope chain.
No, he wasn't looking his best right now, but for some reason Massimo didn't seem to care. He didn't' care that his hair was a mess or that he looked less then what he believed himself to be.

Tonight, Massimo was relaxed. Something that he hardly ever allowed himself to do. Of course there was a good reason for that, and it was simple: Most people disliked him. Massimo ran an illegal underground casino, so the answer to that should be clear. But right now he wasn't in New York, he was away from those who hated him. So, he had a perfect reason to be relaxed.
Now Massimo could really look at whats around him, and not have to watch his back 24-7.

He took his right hand out and ran his fingers through his hair, and sighed. Then smiled. This was a perfect night, and in fact is first night here in London. He liked it here, it wasn't so loud all the time. It was calm. Or at least so far it was.

Soon enough Massimo felt another of his kind close by, and he wondered if he should simply avoid the person, but in the end he decided not to.

He walked into the graveyard, still a bit unsure, as he walked around the graves. He looked at the writing on them, looking at the dates. Until he saw a the vampire not far off from where he stood.

With a soft sigh, he walked toward him, moving around the many graved until he was only a few feet from him. "Do you often come to graveyards to smoke?" He asked lightly, the corners of his lips moving up into a small smile.

[Ellie]

Lars sighed as he heard footsteps. Honestly, he was in the mood to be alone, not a cranky mood, but just a serene sort of tired mood, and a bit sad for what he'd just toasted to. He wasn't sure he enjoyed this death he was in, and at the moment wished more for the daze still, he wanted to get lost in his head, and see where it might take him. He wished he could maybe start a story in his head about Millie, poor sweet Millie. For all he knew, she could have been an ax murderer, but she was still a sweet girl in his mind. Maybe taking little risks from being a prim proper lady of the 1800's... Sneaking out at night to meet a special stable boy. Stealing her brother's breeches, Lars didn't know. But she was already special, and imprinted in his mind forever.

But the glimps and thought as to what his special friend below might have once been vanished as the stranger who owned the stray footsteps approached him. Lars could hear no heartbeat, smell no blood off the man. He didn't need to look at him to tell it was a male, for his footsteps sounded masculine all in their own. Part of him didn't want to look, he just continued to focus on the gravestone as he took one more drag of his cigarette before the said stranger finally spoke.

A familiar New York accent caught up in Lars's ear and he felt yearning for home for the brief second, New York pizza suddenly fresh on his tongue. He swore, it was the polluted water that made it so good. He caught his lips turning up with the thought as his cigarette continued to burn in tendrils. He waited a few moments before fully breaking his own silence in an answer,

"No man," he spoke softly mimicking the accent, "I just let my feet wander around, and they brought me to this lovely place," he finished, finally pulling his eyes away from the stone and to the other man's face. He was handsome enough, laid back and put together all the same, much like Lars himself, although he was sure he may be more laid back than the other in some occasions, for he hardly knew how to be formal or appropriate.

"Not to mention, I smoke pretty much everywhere," he added with a slight laugh, "You want one?" he offered, eyes pointing to the stick in his hand before flicking up back to the man, "The name's Lars, by the way."

[littleangelamy22]

Mahiro heard converstion above her. She did'nt bother to look up and see who it was. She did'nt care. She was sat in the shadow of her sister's grave, and was sobbing.
"It's all my fault." Mahiro whispered to herself, "It's all my fault. I'm so sorry." She felt a warm tear splash down her face, but she did'nt care. It was all her fault that Padua had died. Sometimes she could'nt bear it. Others she just blamed it on him. But deep down, it was her fault that her sister lay buried under the earth.
She started to cough as a cloud of ciggarette smoke was carried by the wind into her face. She coughed a little, but quietly. She did not want to be disturbed. The people smoking it were Vamps. They smelt like vamps and they acted like Vamps. They both had Vampire written all over them, and several vampires she had met, or just seen, would not hesitate to kill a werewolf. Even if only for the fun of it. Although she was sad, and full of regret for her sister's death, she did no want to join her in the soil.
She slowly stood up out of the shadow of the grave, and walked over to the two men, and took a sig of an alcoholic drink from a bottle she kept in a secret pocket of her rucksack. Her eyes glazed over from one to the other, and she knew what she was going to say.
"Hi Guys. I'm Mahiro, Pleased to meet you." She shook both thier hands, with as much force as she could mster, "Now tell me, are either of you local, I'm looking for a good hotel, or a bed and breakfast, even an inn. I came from the other side of the forest, a hotel round there."
She took a deep breath in, and waited for one of them to reply.

[massimo]

Massimo was slightly surprised to hear the same New York accent coming back at him from the man. He had been expecting him to be a local and have the same London accent he's been hearing since he got here. Though in a way Massimo was slightly relived to be in the presence of another who had at least been to New York, whether he not the man lived there was something he couldn't tell and wasn't going to ask right out, and it really didn't matter either way. "Ah, I see," He looked around the graveyard, "Yes lovely place." He said with a small.

He thought about the offer for a moment before shacking his head "No thank you, I haven't smoked in years." He said politely. In fact now that he thought about he realized he hadn't smoked since he was human. And that was a long time ago, he hardly remembers it, just small stuff here and there.

So it wasn't awkward, Massimo slowly lowered himself to the ground beside Lars, giving him some space though, and he rested his back against a gravestone "Nice to meet you, I'm Massimo but I'd prefer it if you called me Max." Sometimes he thought he was weird for saying his name then asking people to call him something other then that. He didn't even no why he wanted people to call him Max instead of Massimo.

Now it just came to him that he was sitting on the ground in $500 pants. He stared down at his blue jeans, and suddenly decided he just didn't care. They were old anyway, and it wasn't like he didn't have the money to go out and by more right?

Then almost out of no where, as far as Massimo was concerned a women came up to them. A werewolf. He froze and became very tense, he wasn't about to start a fight here. He had a least that much respect for the dead. Max shook his head "I don't live around here and this is my first night in this place. I don't know where anything is." He said simply, trying to stay calm and get relaxed again. He looked over at Lars and waited for his reaction.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

This post dedicated to my soulmate who passed away.



Krystal stood there staring at his headstone. All she could do was stare at it. She was blinded by the loss of love. Everything about David, she loved. She once told him that God made him just for her. Now, he was one of his angels, watching over her.

She knelt down finally. Her fingertips tracing over the letters carved in stone. It had only been two weeks, and already she felt dead inside. Believing in witchcraft. Hating the bible. Believing in vampires and demons. Everything felt like nothing to her now.

Her body started to melt within it's self, and she layed down on the newly grown in grass. Her dark green sweater vest should be nearly yellow the next day from grass stains. But she wasn't thinking about that now. She was thinking of how she wanted to be near him. To kiss him. To be in his arms once more. He was gone.

Hours had passed, and she had told him everything he missed out on. Tears were shed. And those delicate fingertips rubbed the golden locket he gave her for mothers day. Two pictures lay within it. A picture from his past, and one in the present. It was all that she had left of his. Something she could keep with her at all times anyway.

"If I were dead, I could be with you."

But she changed her mind. She knew that death wasn't the way. She had lost to death before. Taking too many pills that became rejected by her body. Slicing her wrist open, when her parents found her at the time and rushed her to the hospital. Recently, she had thoughts about taking her fathers gun and killing herself down by the lake. Anything to take the pain away.

Sevanni stood there listening. She hadn't heard him. He was at a good distance away. He felt for her. He too had lost someone dear to him, and his immortalization had taken him away from it all. She was sad, and it made him hurt a little.

When the leaves shifted, Krystal got up on her knees. The cold was beginning to itch a little, and she had wished she brought her coat from the car. She didn't want to leave David.

"You look a little cold."

Sevanni began while coming up on her. She stepped back a bit, not knowing who this stranger was.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

Well not yet anyway was all he could think of without letting it actually slip from those lips.

"No, you just startled me."

"Not to be nosy or anything."

He had stepped closer to her.

"But, you said I love you."

Her quizzical expression posed a question. How could he have heard her? Unless he was listening for some time.

"You were listening to me this whole time?"

She backed away a bit. Car keys in her hand after slipping it into her pocket. Her plan was to flee into the car, and drive. But he was too cunning for that. He already played this game.

Sevanni flashed before her, the strength of it caused them to slam into the big oak tree near by. He was pressing against her so she couldn't get away.

"I know what you want. I heard you back there."

The look on her face went from awe shock, to utter confusion.

"There are two ways I can help you."

"Slamming me into a tree is one of them?"

Sevanni chuckled a bit before continuing.

"One, you can either let me kill you. I always need a nice meal."

Sevanni sniffed her while so close. His eyes draped shut for a brief moment.

"I bet you taste amazing?"

Krystal smirked, almost aggrivated that he had the gaul to say such a thing. Hannibal Lecter came into play within her mind, and she became scared more than anything.

"Or, I can just turn you into a vampire? Make a choice by tomorrow. I'll come to you."

Sevanni grinned before releasing his grip. Krystal stood there in shock.

"A vampire? Are you freakin kidding me? You guys really are real? Oh my god. I always hoped I would see that there was truth in this."

She let out breaths of air. She knew her answer truly, but still, she had to consider the possibilities.

"Tomorrow night then. Oh man."

She picked her keys out of her pocket, ran towards the car, and only looked back for mere seconds before getting in and driving out of the cemetery.

Sevanni laughed to himself. She was scared, he knew this. But she was intruiged, and he loved that.

Now, there was nothing to do but visit old friends. This resting ground for those who hadn't had the chance to become what he is now. But he had a plan for those living and dead. He needed more time. For now, he needs to feed.

[Ellie]

[posting order/so far?: Me, Massimo, Amy, Savanni...]


Lars let the thought of getting another cigarette out drop as Max declined. He bent his head while he introduced himself and sat don on the grassy noll. He had heard many strange names come out of palces, especially New York. Massimo was a weird one, for sure, Max owever was more common. "Well, if you want to play it that way," he said pausing to take a drag before continuing, "My name is Lawrence, but I'd prefer you call me Lars," he finished exhaling smoke out to the clouds.

Lars's eyes semi widened in the pale light as another figure approached them. He'd been destracted and wasn;t prepared for another visitor. A part of him was conjuring up that a body had risen from below, as if they were in some horror movie... But, then again, he was a vampire... in a graveyard. And by the furry smell and the way his eyes watered he was sure another beast was amongst them now, a werewolf. They were easy for him to catch onto, since he had been allergic to animals as a human, his mind still registered the effects as he sneezed out dropping his cigarette in the process. Fuck..., he thought to himself as he gently pulled out his pack for another.

As he lit it up and took a begining drag, he looked up at the girl. Mahiro? That may just top Massimo, since when did London become Asia? Dismissing that thought he continued his previous thoguht stream. "If you just hitch onto a main road you should find an inn easy," he said finally flashing a fangy smile. But then closed his mouth, for he was fang shy. he had pretty much the buck teeth of his kind, with his huge fangs and young age. He felt as if he hadn't grown into them, and maybe never would.

Silence insued for a small moment and he could sense another presence around... But no heartbeat, like the girl infront of him gave off, no. It was another vampire. Quite the party I've made out of my so called 'want's to be left alone' evening...

[littleangelamy22]

(Does that post order thing mean I should wait for Massimo to post? If it does, just ignore or delete this...)

Mahiro smiled. She decided that of these vampires, so far she preferred the one called Lars. Not that it mattered much. She looked up at Lars and smiled at him,
"Thanks mate. But how do you get to the main road?" she relied. She looked into his big vampire eyes, and wondered about his past.
This one, or both these two, seemed different from him. They would'nt hurt her, well not until she did anything wrong. Which she quite frankly had absoloutly no intention of doing. Her smiled faded as she realised someone else was here too. Quite a crowd for a graveyard in the middle of the night.
"Do you know who else is here?" She asked the pair of vampires. While she waited for an answer to each of her questions she began
"I'm sorry I ask so many questions. Just can't help myself. Names Mahiro by the way." She paused before realsing that she had already told them her name. The alcohol must be kicking in. She flashed another smile at the pair of them before reaching into her rucksack and pulling out a bottle.
"Drink?? It's quality stuff, Vodka made with chocolate. It don't get much better than that."

[massimo]

Max smiled and nodded, "Lars it is then." He turned away from him for a moment to watch Mahiro. He could feel someone else near by. Really how many vampires came to a graveyard? Shouldn't they be off hunting? He smiled again though more to himself. He was one to talk, he came here. Lars was here first and then I came along. Now all the sudden two more show up. Maybe it was just him.

He looked at Lars curiously as he talked to the wolf and as he quickly closed his mouth. Max mentally shrugged. It didn't concern him so he wasn't going to ask about it. Max had always been one to stay out of other people business. Unless it had something to do with him that it is.

Max glanced around, turning his head one way then the other, looking for the other presence that he had felt. He pushed his black hair back out of his face. Then looked once more to the company around him. He sighed softly, fully relaxed again even with the werewolf standing so close to him.

Max shook his head, "No thanks, I don't drink.. Vodka." He smirked slightly, he couldn't help it. He glanced at Lars, and then back to Mahiro.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

The rush from all the intensity ran through his head like a freight train. He almost forgot where he was, which, in it's self is bad considering what he was. Then there was chatter off in the distance. He was thankful for his hearing. Trying to hear deeper was the hardest part, but when it came to defending himself, he was a pro.

Sevanni shoved his hands into his coat pocket, walking ever so non-chalantly. Then, as he came around the bend of the partially curved siding, he could see the dwellers nearby. He knew one of them. Seen him in Club Masquerade.

"What the hell is he doing way out here?"

He asked himself. He started whistling during his approach.

"Well, never thought I would see you again. So soon. Way out here."

His question toward the one he remembered as Max. It was quizzical, the last part. He was curious of his travel.

[Ellie]

"I don't go for chocolate flavour," he smiled close muthed up at her in his answer. He always thouht the flavoured alcohals such as that were funny in taste and they never worked for him, he much preferred beers, wines, whiskys, and the occasional shot of tequila and margarita.

Lars's head shot in one dirction as the ground rustled while the other came along. He began a haunting whistle and carried a certain air Lars did not like. Soon he came out with words, obviously not directed to Lars himself, but to Max.

Quietly putting his head down Lars just kept his head low and nose out of buissness. He wasn't sure what past history they had but, Lars was most likely going to try and stay out of it. He shot a glanse at Mahiro and lifted his head up a bit, "The main roads are where the lights are..." he said looking out to the horizon where a few miles off some bright streetlights shown accompanied by some car lights moving on te dark shadows.

[littleangelamy22]

Mahiro looked up at the shining lights on the horizon, and gave a dazed smile.
"Thanks" she slurred, "And as for this" (She waved the bottle) "All the more for me then." she showed a hint of surprise that neither of them wanted to try her brew. It was perfectly save, after all her grandfather did own a pair of Brewerys, and she made a few fine brews herself. She shrugged, and tipped about 1/2 the contents of the bottle down her throat. Then she burped.
"I'm sorry" she blushed. "Just good stuff." She smiled, and the drunkness was obviously beginning to show a bit by now. "Follow the lights... That sounds Coolio."
She grinned at the vampires, and then noticied something on the floor. She was surprised that neither of them had seen it. It was a locket. Silver, with a red ruby flower. It looked expensive. Mahiro did'nt want to take it until she knew that no-one was missing it. She crouched down and let the lockets chain flow through her slightly burnt fingers.
"Are either of you missing this?" She quizzed, holding the locket hight above her head. The ruby glowed in the light of the moon. She hoped it was'nt thiers in a way. So she could keep it. It was... Enchanting.

[massimo]

Massimo looked over at Sevanni as he came closer and smile slightly "Well hello to you again as well." He glanced at Lars, who seemed to be trying to stay out of his business. Just like Massimo often did. Then he turned back to Sevanni, "My business takes me all over." He said simply. He hoped Sevanni wouldn't as more about it because Max was just in no mood to talk about such things.

Massimo was getting slightly annoyed with the werewolf, she was drunk and he never like being around drunks. Most of the they were just people who couldn't handle there problems so they tried to forget them. It was disgusting. But Massimo did his best to hide all this from Mahiro because he didn't want to be rude.

He shook his head when she asked about the locket, "No, its not mine." He said softly and glanced at Lars, but then turned back to Mahiro and saw her slightly burnt fingers. He was about to ask about it but then closed his mouth. It didn't concern him.

[Ellie]

His eyes danced around the small jewl happily as he drank in the colour. Ruby red. His eyes glanced down from the thing with the thought. He didn't want to concern himself with Ruby any longer. His scorned longing mind didn't even want to think of why he no longer wished to think of her. He turned his mind back to the actual jewl and gazed back up at Mahiro.

"It's not mine either..." he started almost dreamy like. His mind went back to Millie's life. It now all altered to her young happy face wearing the shown jewl. Lars then set his mind to believing it was hers, although he didn't know why he thought so, but it seemed to fit with his image of her. Maybe the young lad she snuck out at nights to meet had given it to her... He knew of course that it was mostly just his active imagination, but still.

"I don't think it should be taken out of the cemetery though... bad luck and al that."

[HIDDEN EVIL]

Sevanni Chuckled at Lars's words. He was never really one for superstition. His hands firmly placed in his pocket after nodding to Max's reply.

"Don't tell me you believe in all that? Superstition isn't real."

For all he knew it wasn't, but it could have been. Considering the facts lately.

"After all the cracks I stepped on."

Sevanni chuckled. It was always fun to be playful this way with others. He enjoyed it this far. Sevanni kicked a rock that was nearby on the ground. He was watching all of them.

"The one thing that does concern me, since we're talking about superstition."

Pause.

"Is why two vampires are alone in a cemetary, with a warewolf."

Sevanni's hands came out from his pockets. He knew this was bound to happen. They must have known it too. He leaned down to pick up a rock. Standing back up now, he looked at them. Rock between thumb and index finger.

"The way I see it is, a warewolf is like a rock. Strong......always ending up somewhere you would never think to find them........"

He looked at the girl.

"But you see my dear...."

he began while walking towards her in a calm fashion.

"Like all rocks, they get tossed about. Crushed........"

He was near her some, yet still at a close distance.

"Are you a rock?"

His eye furrowed in a sinful play like mode, and he waited for one of them to say something against him.