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Post by dakota on Apr 20, 2008 16:34:07 GMT -5
Dakota had often wondered if there was something wrong with her because she enjoyed hunting so much but then she would hunt again and realise all over again that hunting gave her a thrill very few other things did. She had her own ways of hunting, she wouldn't stalk someone, she would seduce them, make them follow her somewhere and then she would suck them dry before they even knew what was going on.
On a friday night at around midnight Kota could be seen wandering the streets of her hometown, dressed in tight black pants, a low cut black top, and a leather coat that reached to her knees and billowed out behind her as she walked. She looked brilliant and would have been able to fade completely into the darkness it if hadn't been for her extremly pale white skin.
Her eyes scanned the still rather busy streets, a small smirk to her lips as she spotted a rather attractive looking young man leaning against the wall near an alleyway smoking a fag. Kota walked slowly over to him, her smirk turning into a light smile as she stood in front of him. "Going to offer a lady a fag?" She said in a soft voice and he nearly tripped over himself to get her a cigarette and light it. The woman took a drag before motioning for the attractive youth to follow her, which he, of course, did. She led him into the alleyway and dropped her fag to the ground before grinding it out underneath her stilleto heel. She then motioned for the boy to come closer and as soon as he was in range she moved as if to kiss his neck but instead pushed his head to the side and sunk her fangs in.
The blood tasted delicious, refreshing even and the boy only struggled for a moment before going limp. Kota drank until he was dry before letting him fall to the ground. She licked her lips, savoring the wonderful taste before turning and, uncaringly, walked out of the alley and back into the street. She continued her stroll now full and ready to have some fun.
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Post by wednesday on Apr 22, 2008 13:20:14 GMT -5
Wednesday walked down the street with a facial expression, that told everyone to leave her alone. She hated when random people tried to get in contact with her. if they were ment to be in contact she would approach them. Not the other way around.
She was, for once, not wearing her long leather coat, but just a t-shirt. Her wrists was covered in bracelets with all sorts of things on them, such as deathspikes, iron crosses and other things. Of course the t-shirt also revealed great deal of her tattoos. She was wearing the usual leather pants with the chains hanging from the belt. She ran a hand thru her black her and glarred at someone who was looking at her.
She hated the attention she got from people ho had never seen someone like her before.
She saw a girl comming towards er on the street. She looked like one of those girls who can get anyone to buy her drink by just breathing in the right way.
She didn't care much for those. She didn't care much for anyone really.
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Post by dakota on Apr 22, 2008 15:22:54 GMT -5
The rather old vampire started looking for a club or bar or even just someone to catch her attention for more than a few moments. As much as Kota might flirt and want to have fun she always kept her emotions away from humans and even most other vampires, she had fallen in love many times and as much as she kept her happy exterior her emotions were a wreak whenever she showed them. So when she looked for fun she looked for someone who didn't seem to want anything except a night of fun or even a fight.
With those thoughts in mind her attention was soon caught by another woman, dressed darkly as Dakota, but with a distinctly different style. The look on the other's face was obviously a 'don't mess with me' expression and that was probably what caught her attention more than anything. Over the centuries of her life, Kota had watched as the role of women changed and it still amazed her how a woman could be her own person and wasn't always expected to need a man. She enjoyed the independent air that women could now have.
As she walked closer to the other woman, Dakota studied her, about eighty percent sure that this person was also a vampire. So with a small smirk she moved to the side slightly so that as they passed each other they were close enough that Kota could speak softly to Wednesday. "Out on the hunt?" As soon as she walked back the other girl, Kota stopped and turned around to watch the other's reation, if there would be any.
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Post by wednesday on Apr 23, 2008 9:18:23 GMT -5
Wednesday looked at the woman.
"Always" She replied.
She wondered why the woman had asked her.
"But what's it to you?" She then asked.
She suddenly got a odd feeling.
'Aah a vampire' she thought and looked at the woman. She then almost felt stupid for not have noticed earlier. She didn't seem so awful as Wednesday first had thought.
She observed the womans every move. She guessed that she had been a vampire longer than herself.
She shifted some hair out of her face and kept observing the woman in front of her.
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Post by dakota on Apr 23, 2008 16:08:52 GMT -5
The older vampire was a bit disappointed by the other's reaction, she had hoped for some sort of covering up, some protest, denial that she was a vampire. All she got was a smooth, uncaring answer though she easily covered her slight disappointment with a smirk. She enjoyed people who were good at covering themselves too. Kota watched the younger vampire, a hundred percent sure that Wednesday was also a vampire now, any human would have been surprised at that sort of question.
"Well a little hint on it, this late at night you can get a nice meal off an attractive youth by offering sex. You dont have to follow through... unless you want to." Kota always loved passing her knowledge to younger vampires even though there were many of them that didn't feed off of humans. She had always wondered what was wrong with those who didn't feed off humans. What else were humans good for? Basically nothing, at least in Dakota's eyes. She refused to use them for anything except food, sex, drinks, and partying. She had made the mistake of falling in love with a human once and had her heart broken, it wouldn't happen to her again.
Dakota extended an elegant hand toward the younger vampire, the smirk turning into a beautiful smile. "I am Dakota Asher. May I ask your name?" The way she spoke so formally showed her age, it portrayed how she had been alive since very early times when women were observed as little more than hostesses. She tried to shed that appearance when greeting people but it was difficult to shake what she was taught at such a young age.
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Post by wednesday on Apr 24, 2008 10:42:42 GMT -5
Wednesday looked at the other vampire and raised an eyebrow.
"I know... I have tried... And failed...I'm not good at the flirting thing... Im more likely to beat them up and then drink.. I guess what you do is easier, but I can't figure out how exactly to do it"
She had never been good at the whole love thing. It had never been her thing. She was once in love with another vampire but they lost connection.
Wednesday guessed by the way the vampire spoke that she had been a vampire for a long time.
"Wednesday" She replied.
She never did anything special when it came to introducing herself.
She had always just been the girl who didn't have many friends and didn't really try to get new ones.
She was just the freak no one cared for or about.
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Post by dakota on Apr 24, 2008 15:49:47 GMT -5
"Well if you would like I could offer some assistance on finding new ways to hunt. Attacking humans is all well and fun but sometimes its easier to simply exploit a weakness in your prey." Kota had often taken out her anger on humans when her and her sire had first been separated, she had been angry and hurt so she did the only thing she knew how to do, take her anger out on others. Eventually she had learned to control her emotions and put them to better use, such as perfecting the art of seduction. Her anger was simply bottled up inside her though, waiting for a chance to explode.
When the younger vampire introduced herself but did not accept Kota's hand she let her arm drop to her side again, wondering if this vampire didn't have good manners or was simply rude. None-the-less she had to keep her charming exterior like always, like the perfect twelfth century hostess. "It is a pleasure to meet you Wednesday," she preformed a small curtsy while keeping her eyes on the other vampire and smiling pleasantly.
In the back of her mind she wondered how old this vampire was but she was too polite to ask. Dakota knew Wednesday was younger than herself but how much younger? She was always looking for someone around her age, someone who knew the pains of being alive for so many centuries. She wouldn't mind meeting another vampire even a century younger than her, if not someone older since it seemed most vampires were fairly young. Well at least younger than Kota.
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Post by wednesday on Apr 25, 2008 18:51:15 GMT -5
Wednesday thought for a while. She had wanted a new way to hunt for a while because she was getting tired of the usual.
"Yeah, that would be nice" She said and smiled.
It was the first time she had smiled for a long time now.
She had been alone for far too long. Isolated at the graveyard. Not feeding or anything for so long.
She could feel the hunger for fresh, warm blood in every inch of her body.
She had been looking for a victim all night but didn't succeed to find someone who caught her interest. Or someone who's interest she could get.
She thought for a while about what this meeting could develope into. Maybe a friendship? She ignored the thought. She hadn't made a friend for several years now and didn't think it would happen...Or maybe it would? She had no idea but was curious to get to know this vampiress.
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Post by dakota on Apr 28, 2008 16:27:05 GMT -5
When the younger vampiress accepted her help, Dakota's smile widened and she couldn't help but think to herself that perhaps this would be a fun night afterall. It was interesting to her how this one girl had drawn her attention out of all the vampires and humans roaming the streets and she thought perhaps the two could become friends. After all, Wednesday didn't seem all that adverse to her friendship.
"So what's your taste? Male, female? Old or young?" Kota had always been partical to younger humans, mostly males but she sometimes ventured out into feeding from women too. Sometimes she would choose an attractive youth but more often than not she wouldn't since she believed it was better to leave the attractive ones alive so she could have fun with them later. Blood type didn't matter to her all that much though she had found that rarer blood types tended to taste better so she once in a while got those rare blood types from a blood bank.
Her eyes roamed the streets, watching as the humans continued walking, most of them unaware to the vampires walking along with them. To be blissfully ignorant again was something that Kota sometimes wished for, she missed that youthful innocence of humans. There were several people watching the two vampires talking, several of them simply eyeing them and others wondering why two such different looking individuals were talking so pleasantly.
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Post by wednesday on May 3, 2008 18:02:37 GMT -5
Wednesday thought for a while.
"Hmm...My taste..Male..Young" She then replied.
She had never had to think about who she was attacking before but now she might have to.
For her this was totaly new and she had no idea on wether she was gonna succee or fail miserably.
In the past she had, had relationships with all kind of men. But most of them never lasted more than a few days. Mostly because Wednesday went into some sort of panic attack whenever someone got really close to her.
She had a few succesfull relationships tho, but they had ended in one way or another.
She started thinking if maybe this Dakota could be someone she would become friends with.
It had been a long time since she had made any friends and this vampiress seemed so much older than her.
But maybe it wasn't so bad. After all without reaally knowing her, Dakota had offered Wednesday to help her.
Without knowing how Wednesday would react. What she would say.
She smiled and tried to ignore the many diffrent thoughts in her head.
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Post by dakota on May 16, 2008 19:45:52 GMT -5
At the younger vampires reply, Kota nodded her head slowly, whether it was in approval or simply a nod was unclear. It was a typical answer though, young and male, many young vampiresses would reply as such. "What about looks? Do they matter at all to you or do you want your victim to be attractive?" Dakota was obviously experienced in this, simply the confidence with which she spoke betrayed how often she truely went hunting. It kept her strong though and feeling young and rested, it was for her own health.
She had never really considered it at all evil that she hunted humans, she simply thought it to be natural. Her sire had taught her so, from the first time she was turned, that first taste of blood from her sire had left her wanting more. Kota's sire had been a beautiful, caring man whom she had loved; he had taught her to control her powers and to hunt and they hunted together often, making a wonderful pair. So naturally, having hunted humans since she was turned, it seemed perfectly normal to the woman. She had never second guessed, never thought it could be wrong, it was just the natural order of things.
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