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Post by alexi on Jul 23, 2008 0:04:57 GMT -5
It was dark, very dark on this night. It had to be sometime around midnight, the bells had only tolled an little while ago after all. The scent of coming fog was heavy in the air for anyone perceptive to notice it. It was a thick scent, like a coming storm but lighter on the nose. The moon was getting close to full but hidden behind passing clouds only shining light across the dark land every once in a while.
It was then, like some spectral apparition she appeared from the thick, old, trees. Red hair breezed about her slender face, too light it seemed as it danced on the breeze that would bring the fog. Green eyes peered about at the surroundings as if a little lost, like she was in a daze. Bare feet moved soundlessly hardly even seeming to disturb the grass. Oh she was touching the ground but five hundred years taught you how to move quietly. The dress on her frame was as light as her hair billowing about and giving occasional glances to the frame below if anyone looked.
She cooed out softly to herself. “New city, new city. What if I am hungry? I shouldn’t eat just yet. The flavor will be wrong. All wrong.” She muttered in an oddly musical Irish accent. Her voice was sweet and soft as silk on the ear. She seemed childish in her movements darting to and fro as if she were a moth unsure where the next landing point would be. She paused startled as if she had seen something and bent down abruptly. Red hair fell like a grasping sea about her face as she emerged upright with a small round, shiny, dime.
Woman grinned from ear to ear and pushed to a part of her dress and dropped. She blinked as she heard it hit the ground and looked down. She stared at the dime with brows drawn. Eyes scanned her dress and she rubbed the sides seeming to suddenly realize, as if it were the first time, she had no pockets. She picked up the dime again and blinked looking around, where to hide this precious treasure. |
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Post by jppolnareff on Jul 23, 2008 0:19:16 GMT -5
"This isn't right." Jean sat on a park bench with his eyes closed and a notepad resting in his lap. Rubbing his tired eyes, he sighed. He'd been here for hours doing absolutely nothing but sit and think. A couple of times he'd dozed off, totally wrecking his train of though and starting from square one. Rhythmically tapping his pen the to pad, he yawned. The only thing on his simple mind was rest.
"I need some sleep"
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Post by alexi on Jul 23, 2008 0:37:06 GMT -5
Alexi was starved. She hadn’t eaten in well over three weeks and her usually bright green eyes were turning more towards a brilliant amber of hunger. She was old enough her eyes did not darken like most vampires. She saw the man on the bench. Eyes lit up and she swerved in her course bare feet dancing to the pavement and she stopped a few meters down. She judged the distance.
“All alone on a night like this? It’s not safe to be alone at night…” She said softly. She could have as easily been telling herself that for she was short and willowy, almost ghost like the way her pale flesh danced in the moonlight. She stepped slowly closer eyes locked on him. “What is it you are doing in the dark, dark night? Someone might see you and mistake you for… something or other.” Thought train seemed to end and that musical, Irish tone vanished.
Looking a little confused she walked to stand before him eyes focused and meaningful. “What do you have?” she whispered. It was a sweet sound, one that coaxed and whispered to answer. It was tempting, like the call of a siren. That did not mean the sound couldn’t be resisted but it did mean it would be hard for many, especially to weaker minded humans but that didn’t make him one of those.
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Post by jppolnareff on Jul 23, 2008 0:52:11 GMT -5
A t the sound of the woman's voice, Jean felt at ease. There was something alluring about it. A symphony of harmonic words jumbled into a sentence that calmed Polnareff. He felt compelled to speak to this woman, or even say nothing at all..if only to hear her voice. Before he could open his mouth though, a sharp smell caught his attention. "Oh no..." Vampire. The word seemed to slowly seep into his brain, where it reawakened his sense of judgment. There was no mistaking it. This woman was a bloodsucker a leech Giving her a wary stare, Polnareff answered carefully.
"I have nothing here. Absolutely nothing."
His body tense, Jean was on alert. Aware that she could strike at any moment.
"What do you have miss?"
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Post by alexi on Jul 23, 2008 1:06:32 GMT -5
Alexi drew a slow unneeded breath at his question. “I have… I have nothing, and everything. I want to find something though.” She seemed to become dazed, even now it was clear she was not quite right something about her movements was too fluid, even for their kind, something about her gaze too distant.
“You see I have lost something… and I need to find it again” She trailed off slowly as if possessing slowly what she was saying after it was out of her mouth and her brows furrowed as if not realizing it was her own voice she was hearing. “But I lost it a long time ago…” She slipped forward and without a word slid down to sit beside him not looking at him, defiantly off. Eyes flickered to him again and she leaned forward to look in his lap to make sure he didn’t lie to her. She wasn’t in the striking mood.
“Not yet.” She suddenly said rather firmly. “The flavor won’t be right he is not the one.” She turned her head shaking it as if to clear something unwanted from her mind and she didn’t seem to realize he was watching this strange display. She wasn’t in the mood for human it seemed. She was confused and lost, it was a new city after all, a place she didn’t know, or understand. It worsened her psychosis quite a bit when she moved but, once again, she had been run out of her last home.
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Post by jppolnareff on Jul 23, 2008 1:24:49 GMT -5
Polnareff's caution instantly morphed into confusion. He gave the woman a questionable look, totally uncertain about the situation. "Looking for something? I'm not sure I follow..." It was obvious that this lady wasn't playing with a full deck, and this only caused Jean to formulate more questions. Folding his arms, he cocked his head to the side, with a curious look in his eye. "Are you...okay?"
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Post by alexi on Jul 23, 2008 1:41:12 GMT -5
Alexi drew a slow breath as if to prevent herself from breaking down. “Too hungry.” She muttered and shook her head a few more times. “I am not me you see me am not I and I can’t be until I find it. It is broken and lost.” She nodded as if that made it so much clearer. She looked to him again glancing to his neck but she turned her eyes with more self control then most vampires could boast. “Not here not him…” She muttered out loud again. She seemed to be talking to someone in particular when she did that, which could not be ascertained. “Name?” She asked quite suddenly and unexpectedly.
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Post by jppolnareff on Jul 23, 2008 15:49:15 GMT -5
For a moment Polnareff didn't understand."Huh? Oh MY name? It's Jean Pierre Polnareff." As soon as the words escaped his lips he regretted telling her his real name. He'd almost completely let down his guard due to her BIZARRE behavior. Inwardly frowning, he decided it couldn't be helped. Giving her a slight nod, he asked in a low, hushed tone: "And your name?"
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