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Post by morgan on May 8, 2008 17:44:38 GMT -5
Morgan walked the streets with far more care tonight then she could usually summon, her dark eyes flicked sharply over the faces in the crowd instead of pausing on every tiny detail. They seemed to swim around her on their business. A young man leered at her from the window of a pub, then looked quickly away in embarrassment when their eyes met. She was still pale from the blood-loss or from nervousness- and there were sallow circles under her eyes. None of the faces belonged to Ruban Vesillos, but then that might not mean he wasn't there- she thought about the way he'd moved, wraithlike, through the room towards her, and knew that she wouldn't see him unless he wanted to be seen. For the occasion of vampire-hunting she was wearing one of her few items of clothing she had without paint on it, the short black dress she wore to gallery openings. Unfortunately there were still pale stains of oil-paint around her fingernails that she hadn't been able to remove. Souvenirs of the last few days of uncertainty. Her nights were filled with the rough scent of turpentine and furious painting, and her hotel room was looking far worse then she was. That was ok, the dealer was paying. She'd emailed him photos of some of the paintings- he said they were good, but a bit fantastical for the market's taste at the moment. He advised her to go back to the city-scapes she'd been doing. His disapproval didn't bother her, Ruban Vesillos' face couldn't be made to look... human.
She licked her lips nervously and pushed her long, honey-blonde hair behind her ears, then patted a cylindrical lump in her satchel. Home made Molotov-cocktail. Better safe than sorry, she didn't want to hurt him but she would if it meant her life. Every book she'd read since that fateful night had agreed that vampires could die by fire, though they had agreed on practically nothing else. The old Scandinavian vampire legends insisted that a vampire who had just fed swellled like a balloon and turned the brilliant crimson of fresh blood. She privately hoped that Ru, if she found him, would not look like a red balloon. And so she wandered the sort of areas she thought a vampire might visit, surreptitiously following lonesome people into alleys in the hope that she would bump into him feeding. Small chance.
It gave her something to do, though, and if she stopped to think about it she would probably run back to her hotel room again and hide.
((if it's ok with Ruban I think it might be fun to leave this a bit open. Please don't reply until he shows up, though.))
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Post by artistgayle on May 8, 2008 19:15:01 GMT -5
Ruban had spent the last couple of nights longing for Morgan, it was torture, the sent of her mortal body the sweet taste of her hot skin and blood the feeling of her frail body pressing against him he couldn't get it out of his head. And so to try and feed his lust for her he spent the last couple of nights seeking out women that looked like her he lured them close to him in dark alleyways only to drain them of all life and dump them somewhere where they would never be found. On this night he had forced himself to change his behavior and fed, to his normal custom, on a fat overly spoiled judge the smell of this pig made him nauseous all he could think about was Morgan. He killed the man quickly and dumped his body into a dumpster then a familiar sent touched his nostrils it was her! He pulled his long black cloak over him and walked briskly out of the alleyway into the streets, he had cut his hair this night and tied it in a ponytail behind him, he wore a blood red silk shirt, which stood out against the black of the rest of his attire. His cold grey eyes scanned the crowd he knew he smelt her he could almost taste her in the air, then as his eyes focused on a young women in the crowd he had found her. A cold lustful smile crept across his face and he moved wraith-like through the crowd and behind her
"It's wonderful to see you again Miss Morgan" He said softly his breath hot on her neck he put his arm around her waist pulling her back into him his body was warm after he had fed almost human but he was still strong
"I suspect your looking for me?" his voice was different then the night before he knew she knew what he was by now and all falsehoods were taken down. He used his Vampire Gifts to give the people around them the illusion that they were lovers so no one found them suspicious
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Post by morgan on May 8, 2008 19:42:22 GMT -5
"Ruban-"
She stiffened helpless in his arms as she felt their warmth, knowing what that must mean. He was filled tonight with someone else's life. His breath on the back of her neck was hot though, almost human, and because of his warmth she imagined him, just for a second, as a man. Her lover. Whatever her plans had been with the creature, and there had been hundreds of them, she forgot them all in that second. What to say to a vampire, really? His voice had changed, he didn't sound even slightly human anymore, and that was just as frightening and alluring as the rest. She shivered slightly, and turned to look at his face.
My paintings aren't good enough, she thought. I lost that, I didn't remember properly what it's like to be this close. She breathed his scent, and vaguely, the metallic smell of blood. Her hand closed on the Molotov in her bag. This sort of helplessness was frightening, she needed to touch it to reassure herself, a round whisky bottle. Petrol, diswashing detergent, match, so easy. But then, she could never hurt this creature.
"I..." she thought about lying, telling him she'd been out for a stroll, brush it off.
"Yes."
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Post by artistgayle on May 8, 2008 19:49:28 GMT -5
Ruban's body trembled slightly as he breathed her sent deep into his nostrils he let out a satisfied sigh
"It has been torture with out you my Morgan" he whispered
He pulled her closer to him and wrapped his other arm around her
"Come....we must talk" he said with the same lustful whisper he picked her up clear off her feet and carried her through the crowded streets effortlessly into a dark alley where he set her on her feet and moved so close she had to press her back against the wall of a building he put his hand on the wall next to her leaning on it as he stared down into her eyes all pretenses that he was human went out the window his eyes burned cold and grey
"Do I frighten you?" He whispered
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Post by morgan on May 8, 2008 20:07:20 GMT -5
She returned his burning stare with dark eyes. His gaze was so intense, she thought he could see right through her to the wall he'd pressed her against. His Morgan. When had that happened? He was asking her now whether she was afraid, and his voice, though he only whispered, cut through her like a knife. She looked into his cold, alien gaze and didn't know what to say. Of course she was afraid of him, but she wasn't just afraid of him, she longed after him. She was afraid in the same way that she'd been afraid of sky-diving before she'd done it, the cold thrill of a risk you're taking for no reason at all except the joy of it.
"You drank my blood, yes I'm afraid of you. Are you afraid of me?"
Pinned to some anonymous dark wall by this beautiful, terrible creature, Morgan smiled.
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Post by artistgayle on May 8, 2008 20:11:23 GMT -5
A dubious smile spred across his lips his fang glinted in the dull light and he let out a soft chuckle
"Yes I did drink your Blood....your sweet...hot blood" He whispered leaning closer like he was going to kiss her his entire body radiated with the single desire to have her tho it was much deeper then simple Lust and Sexual pleasure as with human men. "But I did not kill you" he said finally gazing into her eyes
"I could have" he brought his hand up and lightly brushed the back of his hand against her cheek moving some of her honey blonde hair from her face "It would have been so easy..."
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Post by morgan on May 8, 2008 20:27:21 GMT -5
She got the impression now that he was just trying to scare her. It was working, and he wasn't a liar, she could see that he could have killed her. Could have killed her at any time when they last met, might still kill her now if he felt like it. His eyes burned into her, she knew he'd already fed tonight, and that whoever it was didn't get this special speech about how easy it was. Yet, she refused to shrink from him again. His hand was light and warm on her cheek as he moved her hair, she felt a shiver of pleasure at his touch.
"So kill me. I dare you."
Against her better judgement, Morgan trusted him. Not enough to believe he wouldn't hurt her, no he'd already disproven that. For the moment though she didn't feel like she would die tonight. The two tiny scars on her throat itched and burned, she rubbed at them absently.
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Post by artistgayle on May 8, 2008 20:33:37 GMT -5
He smiled and dipped his head down kissing her lips again there was a hunger behind it as he trailed down her jaw to where he had fed off of her a few nights before he began to kiss and lick at the healing wound, a warm liquid dripped down her neck, but he hadn't broken the wound. He lifted his head after a few moments and licked his lips her wound was gone healed as if it had never happened
"Your a feisty one Morgan" He said grinning "I think I'll keep you around a little longer"
He grinned and tilted his head looking at her "Or perhaps I'll turn you?...You would make an excellent Vampire" He whispered he once again brought his hand up this time rubbing his thumb lightly against her lips and feeling the softness of her cheek
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Post by morgan on May 8, 2008 20:48:20 GMT -5
She was unable to keep from flinching as he touched the wounds, as the memory of his bite came back sharply. She waited in horror for the expected pain of his fangs. He didn't bite her again though, and as he kissed her neck a weird prickling ran under her skin, and then... nothing. Her hand went to the place where the marks had been, touched smooth and unbroken skin.
"How did you...?"
She looked at him in surprise, he was nonchalant, like it was the most normal thing in the world to dissolve peoples injuries. His hair was cut, she noticed. A fine dark strand floated around his face as he watched her. Because it didn't feel like she would get an answer, she stepped close and kissed him quickly, pressing as close to him as possible to feel his stolen warmth.
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Post by artistgayle on May 8, 2008 20:52:48 GMT -5
He smiled through the kiss and wrapped his arms around her pressing her more into him giving her the sense he would never leave her or let go. He kissed her long and deeply feeling that it was something she desperately needed his own body was longing for her very touch, her sent was driving him crazy, it took every ounce of will he had not to take her at that moment and drain her until she was no more
*No* He thought *This one must be savord...this one must be treasured*
He broke the kiss but didn't let go of her "You are a brave women to treat a demon like a lover" he whispered still smiling
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Post by morgan on May 8, 2008 22:05:37 GMT -5
She shrugged easily, acting cooler than she felt. She'd seen the look in his eyes when he'd broken the kiss, the hunger, and guessed at what it meant. Better not to push her luck, no telling when he would decide to act the part of a monster. The Molotov sat heavy at her hip, not so comforting now that she'd seen again how quick and strong he was. She wished she hadn't brought it.
"Not so brave." she whispered.
"Demon? Is that what you are?" she appraised him with dark eyes, enjoying his strangeness. The tension she felt in the arms around her made her nervous though- it confirmed the harsh lust she was reading in his eyes. Not a lust for just her body, that was certain. But there was no cruelty in his touch, she thought maybe he was restraining himself.
"Well, you're not a red balloon."
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Post by artistgayle on May 8, 2008 22:10:12 GMT -5
Ruban tilted his head staring at her "A red Ballon?...What Books have you been Reading?" He said with a chuckle
He shook his head "No we do not swell up like balloons but are skin does warm, I would look entirely human if I was to have feed on a number of people in one night" he smiled
"Now let me bring you to somewhere more comfortable" he whispered
He clutched her to him and lifted her off her feet once more he carried her down the ally away from the opening of the street, he kissed her forehead and looked up ever so often to see where he was walking. Soon they were standing in front of his Victorian Home once more he led her up the stairs and inside the candles were already lit. Instead of walking into his workshop he left her in the lobby and walked into a lounging area on the opposite side of the home as the workshop it was softly lit with candles.
"I imagine you must have lots of questions for me?" he said coolly and sat down in a chair
"Or do you intend to kill me with that bottle of chemicals in your bag?" He asked his expressions got cold as he talked about it
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Post by morgan on May 8, 2008 23:21:21 GMT -5
Her heart skipped more than a few beats as he whisked her away again, and she clung to his shoulder a bit more tightly than necessary. She wasn't afraid of speed, as such, but she was afraid of his complete disregard for the laws of physics. It was thoroughly disturbing to move so fast so suddenly. When he set her down in the familiar house she supressed a sigh of relief as she followed him into the lounge, once again amazed at the perfect antiquation of this place. There wasn't one thing she could see that dated to the 21st century, a strange feeling.
"Or do you intend to kill me with that bottle of chemicals in your bag?"
She cringed inwardly at the ice in his voice. How had he known? Oh, right, vampire. She looked at him, trying not to act guilty, though she was a bit. She wasn't about to appologize for it, she decided fiercely, after all, he was the one with fangs who'd drained most of her blood at their last meeting. A slender hand groped casually in her satchel, and met the cool neck of the old whiskey bottle. She brought it out and held it for him to see. Looking at it now she was embarrassed at her earlier faith in the thing, she thought a large stick probably would have been a more effective weapon. The substance inside swirled sickly colours, and a thin film of foam coated the surface. Two long stove-matches was taped to the side inside a rolls of sandpaper.
"What, this old thing?"
The hairs on the back of her neck stood up at his expression. The cocktail had been an extremely bad idea, she realised. Though from his reaction she thought she'd learned something. Fire and vampires don't mix. Her fingers tightened around the glass.
"I just carry it around for kicks."
In what she hoped would be seen as a friendly gesture, she walked to a coffee table at the center of the room and set it down with an audible 'chink'. With an effort of will she uncurled her pale hand from the glass, then she selected the armchair furthest away from the table and slumped into it. Yes, she had questions, and she decided to start asking before Ruban had time to be offended at her make-shift weapon.
"So, tell me about being a creature of the night, Nosferatu, et cetera. Do you miss the sun?"
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Post by artistgayle on May 8, 2008 23:29:28 GMT -5
Ruban watched her rather pitifully display and faith in the makeshift weapon
"Before I answer your question let say a few things first" He said softly looking at the cocktail
"You do not have to fear me...I will not harm you...If I do happen to feed off you I will only take what I need and I'll try to make it as painless as possiable...but I will not kill you that you can rest assure...as for your little weapon of fire....I'm not offended by it merely disgusted...however I do not blame you for carrying it...infact I would think you a fool if you did not carry a weapon of some type with you after our last meeting"
He took a deep breath and sighed "Now then to answer your question...Yes...I do miss the sun...I was a man of the sea in my life time and I used to love to watch the sun rise over the ocean horizon"
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Post by morgan on May 8, 2008 23:50:08 GMT -5
Though she had asked the question, Morgan was still saddened by the answer. There was a tone in his voice she had heard last when he talked about the sculpture of the woman, a hollowness. She herself could not imagine a life without sunlight, and she felt a sudden urge to step into the midday sun and enjoy it for the both of them. Being a painter she was also unusually dependant on the sunlight, as the artificial lights of the city at night drained the colour from the world. She thought that world must be a cruel one to live in, all the time.
"It must be hard."
She looked at him quickly and looked away, regaining some of her lost shyness. This is more complicated than I thought.
"So you were a man once then?"
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