Age Old Sorrows [OPEN]

[srslyriot]

The night was clear and cool, the tree branches swaying gently in a breeze. Underneath these boughs, a femme walked slowly and gracefully. From her lips whispered a mournful toned song, pale eyes observing the leaves that swirled and skittered around her booted feet. Figure was clad in decidedly Gothic clothing, her flair for Victorian clothing having still not faded in years. Eyelids flickered open wider after a moment as she surveyed the surroundings with mild curiosity as the singing stopped from her slightly parted lips. Footfalls came to a stop as the young woman, if that's what you could call her, stood before a plot of headstones.

Amelia Hawthorne- beloved mother and wife... Richard Hawthorne- beloved father and husband... The girl's mind space twisted these names, memories of her deceased parents flooding over her like a river. A bouquet of lilies were gently placed on either grave site, her opts studying the image. In the plot, there was another headstone reading; Cadence Hawthorne- departed and lost daughter. It'd taken them years to come to terms with the loss of Cadence in their home but they'd done it.
It had been so terribly hard for her to hear of her parents' passings and she'd not been there. How they must've mourned over her, believing her to be dead while she was in hiding. It pained Cadence to look at a gravestone where she should rightfully have been laid.

The whistling of a harsher wind brought Cadence's thoughts back to the present, her eyes unveiling from the memories. A soft sigh of breath left her lips as the wind toyed with her wavy locks of honey colour. Any by-stander would've mistaken her for an average girl. Any average girl did not drink blood. Any average girl would not be as old as she.

Tongue rolled over labia's slowly before the girl moved her position to a nearby grave site, another family plot of the same surname. Distant relatives of Cadence who were still succeeded by their heirs, but unknown by her. She only knew of them through medical records and the like. The female examined these headstones briefly before taking a glimpse of the surrounding area again. Perhaps she'd visit the graves of her victims, as vile as it was, it gave her something to pass the time with when she wasn't hunting. Her dress' skirt pushed against her legs, the black material of it contrasting sharply with her pale hair and skin. Ice blue eyes popped in the midst of ivory and ebony tones.

ooc:should get better as it goes on.

[jason]

Jason, a lone werewolf, walked through the graves of the dead. It gave him pleasure to know he had not yet met their fate, although his time would come soon enough. It was when he was looking at these graves when a soft song came to his ears. Jason listened, interested as to whom would sing at such at late hour of night and in a graveyard none the less.
So he followed the sound, and only after a few minutes of walking the song came to an end, and thus Jason stopped, and took a deep breath; taking in the scents of the cool night. One thing was for sure, it was a vampire. He was close enough he could tell that without evening seeing the female.

Should he turn back and forget about it. No. No he couldn't do that now, he was far too interested. So with careful footsteps he went on, following the scent and the noises. A short time later, maybe three minutes, he saw her looking down at the graves. She seemed like a such a pretty vampire to him. And that was never good. Jason had seen enough of them to know that they couldn't be trusted. But then why on earth was he still walking closer?
He sighed softly to himself. If he got killed tonight it would be his own fault. And he was kind of in the right place for it. It was only right to be killed in a graveyard.
Though he hoped death would stay away for much longer then this.

He stopped just a little ways away from her, and watched her carefully, not saying a word, and hardly daring to move any closer then he was.

[srslyriot]

A strong odor struck Cadence's nose, her senses tingling as she caught a glimpse of the male that had come close. Slender, long fingers brsuhed pale hair from her blue eyes as she studied the other. He was clearly a werewolf, his smell told her that instantly. Why might've he come so close? Scrutinizing gaze observed from the short distance he'd left her. He didn't seem tense or anything of the sort like he should've if he was going to attack.

The silence was broken by a soft voice evoked from Cadence's throat. "Who might you be, sir?" She asked politely as possible. She wasn't about to start a fight with a werewolf just because she wanted some action. To have the burning pain of a werewolf's calws and teeth in you wasn't something one would enjoy, unless they were masochistic. Which, Cadence was not.

It might've been polite to introduce herself as well but she'd leave it up to the werewolf to decide whether or not he wanted to know her name. Much like any vampire, she new all about the differences and deep hatred vampires and werewolves usually shared. As she was originally a human, she had more of a tolerance for werewolves than a pureblood vampire might.

Her ever-changing eyes shifted to a pale hazel color as she watched him, her hands clasped together. He wasn't bad looking in the least but she knew nothing of his intentions or his feelings for those of her kind.

[jason]

Jason acted as if he hadn't heard her for a moment, not to b rude, but simply decide whether he was going to be polite. In the end he decided he was going to try. She hadn't given him a reason not to as of yet. "Jason. Jason Edwards, and who might you be, my lady?" He kept his voice light, friendly. Although Jason loved a good fight, he wasn't in the mood on this night. Plus, Jason had some respect for the dead and wouldn't start a fight here. But he would finish one, that was for sure.

To even Jason's surprise, he was relaxed, calm. That was odd. He shrugged the thought out of his mind; not wanting to think about it.
He then wondered if she would give her name in return, she seemed polite enough, but he still wasn't going to trust her. Maybe he never would, he didn't know. For now he just wanted to keep his eyes open and stay ready in case she was foolish enough to attack him.

[srslyriot]

It seemed he wouldn't answer her at first but then he did, indeed break the silence. So the Lycan did have some manners in him, much to her satisfaction. Most would spit out the answer and get a bad attitude with the vampire- a fight quickly ensuing. But the two of them seemed to have a measure of good sense and dignity. Jason Edwards...sturdy name... Her mind toyed with the set of words for a moment as he asked of her name. Good looks, manners and a Lycan. It'd surely be a deadly mix if the romantically inclined Cadence thought of having any possible relations with him.

Hazel eyes met his gaze calmly as she replied. "Cadence Hawthorne, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Edwards." A gentle nod accompanied the statement. "If you would like to continue this chat, I ask that we walk to the bench. I have left some of my belongings there, as I was only going to be gone for a moment. Besides, it might be nice to sit and talk rather than stand among the fallen like this. It's disgraceful to do so." She stated softly, motioning towards a wrought-iron bench, upon which was placed a purse and several sketchpads. She only allowed her gaze to leave the werewolf for a moment, still trying to decide if she might trust him in the slightest.

She took one step backwards, turning her figure slightly towards the bench- her destination. Her gaze flickered as the loud bellows of several drunks hit her ears, staggering down the street. She hoped to get to her things before either the group or a punk decided to put their grubby hands on her belongings. Her artwork was one of her most prized possessions. It was basically a taboo of anyone to touch it without her permission. Any person who fouled up might get off easy with the palm of her hand imprinted on their cheek. Now, if it was a Lycan such as Jason to touch it, she might handle the situation more carefully than to slap him across the face so rashly.

[jason]

Jason smiled "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, and please call me Jason." He turned his head to the bench, and gave a short nod in agreement. "Yes, I'd like that." Again he kept his voice friendly. Though this would have to be a first for Jason, never had he been asked to have a seat and talk by a vampire. And a female vampire at that! A strange night this was turning out to be.
He looked back at Cadence for a moment but then he heard the drunks too. Jason turned his body fully and stared over at the loud group. Stupid, foolish humans. They were always putting themselves in danger like this.
Jason guessed where her thought must be going, so he started walking toward the bench. His eyes never leaving the men, in case someone so stupidly took her things.
He glanced back at Cadence, making sure she was coming. Though he was sure she was. He pushed back his brown hair out of his face, and once more looked at the men.

However his thoughts wandered, as he silently wondered why she was even being polite. What was the point? He was a werewolf and most vampires he'd ever met, hated his kind with a burning passion. Though why, Jason would never know, nor did he really care though, because the sad fact was is that he in fact hated most of the vampires too. But there were nights, like this one, were his hate for them was put aside.

[srslyriot]

Cadence nodded gently as he told her to call him by his first name. "Alright, Jason it is then." A light lift of the corners of her lips hinted at a smile as he accepted her offer.
As Jason walked towards her things, Cadence followed at a close proximity. She was grateful he'd noticed her anxiety over her belongings, it was understandable she didn't desire her things to be messed with. Especially by the foul smelling men. Though she, regrettably, couldn't say she cared much more for the werewolve's scent. Her smell too, must've irritated his nose. Most found it sickeningly sweet- a much too pungent incense or wild flower.

She stopped when she reached the bench, this having been the closest she and the werewolf had dared to be near eachother. Her hair rose, a natural instinct. The Lycan scent was undeniable but the foulness was fading with prolonged exposure to it. Normally, she avoided them at any cost, but this werewolf... Something about tonight seemed to be enchanted, to make the two tolerate eachother so easily.

"Thankyou." She said, gently lifting the articles from the bench and then turning and lowering her figure onto the cool metal. "I suppose we must make an interesting picture. Two figures that should be at eachtother's throats, as they say. I suppose I owe you another thankyou for this...calmness. It's not often our species take the time to be civil with one another and you are one of the few that seems to find it possible to do." As she spoke, her fingers gently turned the cover of the sketchpad, showing off a half-finished landscape. There was a smooth pond, across which a flock of ducks was gliding and a calm park in the background.

Cadence was still up for talking, as her gaze indicating, flickering from the page to Jason's face every few seconds. The pictures changed from landscapes to portraiture and animal sketching- most of which were horses or dogs of various breeds. She paused on one, studying it with a skeptical artist's gaze. The wolf stared ack at her from the page, Cadence's signature scribbled in the worner with the date. The paper was aged, unlike the rest and had only been placed in the sketchpad- not an actual piece of the newer artwork. "I had forgotten about this one...I drew this before--" Her voice cut off as she looked at the date- indicating it's centruies old age. She'd done well to preserve it. She inhaled slowly, chuckling lightly. "Ironic, aye?"

[jason]

With a glance around, Jason sat down on the bench, staying close enough so he would have to speak up but far enough away to respect her space. At her comment Jason gave a short laugh and nodded his head "Yes I guess you could say 'thank you' but really, I think if we had met any other night, I would be trying to kill you right about now." He sighed and smiled kindly, "Thats just me being honest. And while I'm being honest I'll say thats its a lot harder to be calm then I thought it would be. Almost every part of me wants to rip you apart."

He shook his head, looking away for a second, then back, "I believe thanks are in order for you as well though, so far you've been more polite then any vampire I've met." Jason stopped talking as Cadence turned the cover of the sketchpad, he looked on with bright interested eyes. Each time she turned a page, the images stood out and all were seemed to be equally beautiful.
The last picture surprised him sightly. A wolf. Then what surprised him even more was the date in the corner.

"These are very good, I only wish I had such time and the skill as you." It was rare for Jason to ever have much free time and when he did; he spent it sleeping and getting his energy back up.

[srslyriot]

Cadence chuckled softly, briefly rubbing at her arm to flatten the on-edge hairs. "It's strangely comforting to know that you can control such emotions. I suppose I'll have to be careful on the nights we might bump into eachother, if this becomes a habit. A full moon, for example, I fear you might not be able to hold back then. Even if there are friendly ties there." Cadence was silent for a moment as he commented on her artwork. The slightest colour filled her cheeks, even that stood out rather boldly in her pale complexion. "It's not so much skill as it is repitition really. I'm sure you noticed the date- and so you know I've had plenty of time to improve since then." She stated, flipping back to the dogs she'd drawn, looking at the lines.

She closed the sketchpad, arms folding loosely over her chest. Her leg moved up and down quickly, indicative of the restraint she was practicing. "It's hard to believe, you know." She paused, pushing hair from her face. "I've heard of lycans and vampires becoming involved in relationships before. I cannot imagine the time and restraint they've learned to become fond of eachtother and not rip eachother to shreds." She studied the treetops with slight interest as the moon peeked through the boughs. "Have you been alive long, Jason?" She asked, glancing at him as her eyes faded to an ice blue again.

[jason]

Jason leaned back slightly, giving her more space, and so her smell wouldn't be so strong. "No, on a full moon I wouldn't be able to hold back, however I always do my best to stay in the wood on those nights. I may have a bad temper at times but I'd rather not go around killing to many humans in one night." Jason noticed the slight colour come to her cheeks, and the corner of his lips turned up into a soft smile. "Well whether it be skill or... repetition, its something I'll never have. You should be proud of your work." Repetition. It was always a word he thought of when he thought of death or Hell. And Jason felt a shiver go down his spine. Death wasn't a very happy thought and he made a silent promise to himself that he would stay clear of the subject the rest of the night.

Jason listened in silence while she spoke, then nodded, understanding what she meant "It does often confuse me... how our kind can live together like that, and have a close relationship. I can't even come to think about the amount of control it would take." He shook his head slowly, thoughtfully. For a moment, he followed her gaze to the trees and the moon, which he cursed under his breath, then he looked back at Cadence "I'm 19 years old." His dark brown eyes met her own icy blue ones for a minute before he looked away again.