Attention Reader. [Giselle Audley]

[Ellie]

Won't look back,
Wretched night.

Something had been eating Lars from he insides out all week long. He'd been a more sour mood, which was a drastic turn from his usual care free attitude. He'd tried everything to maybe make him perk up, drinking, drugs, anything. But he was slowly finding out the effects they made when he was human were slowly wearing away over time. The highs increasingly lessening, leaving little or no crash at the end. Hangovers rarely existed anymore, nor did the initial drunkenness. He was missing humanity, and hating his strength.

He didn't want it all to slip away, it was what made a part of him
practically. His faults his addictions, along with all the good things made him up. And being a vampire wasn't just changing him physically, it was changing who he was. Part of him was slipping away, part of him already had.

She had ripped it away. She had done it all. But word was out that she was in for it with someone else. Like Lars knew she always would have been at some point. She seemed the type to get herself into trouble. And that was one of the reasons he had loved her those 3 years ago. He wasn't about to deny that he did, because then he'd be fooling himself, and that was too big a lie to get himself to believe.

But the love that rested with him before was totally gone now. She'd abandoned him, when all the fault was on her. He never really dwelled on to for long, he had eternity to live and didn't want to dwell on her, only to let her win him over, again. But part of him wanted to see her demise, her fail. For she couldn't deny it to her own self that it would end.

He thought of past events as he sat in the bar with a forty in his left hand. Alone for a little while before he went back to the home where maybe he would cheer him up, like he always did. But for the moment Lars wanted time for his feelings without causing guilt on the specific other.

His still ever lingering small malicious part of mind conjuring up small remedies to see fit that he would cause her fail, though he knew he couldn't try, it would hurt him too much. But still tried to think of dark humorous ends, to lighten the dark mood, but not ridding his foul one.

Angels die and memories fade.
I'll live to see, the day that you break.

[Giselle Audley]

"No, I do not, under any circumstances, want red werewolf fur, it has to be black!" Giselle screeched into her bluetooth as she stomped down a side street in London, fuming. A few mortals turned their heads to see what this strident red-head was shrieking about seemingly to herself.

At the word, "werewolf" most of the mortals gave her a sidelong look. They quickly diverted their attention to stare at a couple of fascinating pigeons crossing the street when Giselle noticed their gaping and gave them a snarl.

"I don't care if black is hard to come by around this time. I'm telling you right now that I need it. If you don't deliver you are going to lose one of your best clients. You'll also possibly find a few dead bodies on your doorstep with mortal police right behind them, and you know how that is great for business!"

Giselle needed this fur badly and it had to be black. She has an important coven party to go to so this fur was a necessity for a proper coat. If she had to blackmail to get it then she would. She new they had some in stock they just didn't want to share.

Finally, after the glances of many concerned mortals who thought Giselle was an escapee from the local loony bin, she turned the corner and entered a pub. She had to get off the streets. At least in here all she had to worry about were drunks and druggies who were high or drunk enough to consider talk of werewolves and vampires perfectly normal.

Giselle plopped herself down on a bar stool next to a fellow vampire and continued her argument on her wireless. "I'm calling back tomorrow and if by some miracle you've happened to find the werewolf fur I need then you will sell it to me. If not, well have you ever seen maybe twelve to fifteen human intestines wrapped around your welcome sign? Well you will get front row seating for that little show by late tomorrow!" she roared. And with that she hung up.

She turned to the bartender who looked like he really could care less about this crazy lady's affairs. She guessed that came with the job. She supposed he had to serve a bunch of loons daily. "No, I don't want any of your foul alcohol. Just serve me up a nice pint of type AB and I'll be happy as a clam!" she shrilled. The bartender grunted and left. He was most likely not getting her desired blood type for this afternoon.

She turned to the vampire seated next to her. "You wouldn't happen to know a werewolf fur dealer, would you?"

[Ellie]

Lars jumped from his lounged relaxed position as he 'night dreamed' his sick fantasies when a high pitched, female voice, that was obviously pissed, called out. He turned his head abruptly to her direction to see if she was talking to him. Who else is she talking to? He thought as he saw her free hands. He was about to say something, until the conversation turned direction toward intestines and welcome signs. Sounded almost good, wit the way his own thoughts were directed at the moment. But he knew better to take that as normal, even in his mental state.

A small blue light revealed itself from her red hair and Lars immediately felt stupid for turning around. Living in the city most of his life, he'd known about the modern ways in cell phone development. Bluetooths, may in fact be the worst yet. He was always caught answering questions with confusion when it was directed at the other line anyway. Just the fact in seeing one made him more aggravated. It was the blue light's fault for making him turn away from his progressing torture dream.

I was type AB, I think, Lars thought to himself, making sure to use past tense. He figured now he was whatever he'd last taken feast of, or a mix of a few. Since when are clams happy? he pondered. What the fuuck would a clam be happy about?

Once he knew the wireless was off he relaxed and tried to get back in his previous mode. The interruption of her voice made it futile. He raised up his head again from the slouched position. "I'm not big on fur, no," he said with a little attitude from being disturbed a second time. He didn't even know there were werewolf fur dealers, or why they existed. Werewolves had feelings too, no matter how fury they might be.

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle grinned when she noticed she had startled the brooding vampire next to her. She could sort of tell what kind of vampire he was already; sour, angry, depressed, werewolf lover? She got that impression when she heard the tone of his voice when he answered her about the fur.

He sounded indignant. Maybe it was just because she’d disturbed him. This type of depressed vampire irritated her greatly. There was nothing to be depressed about. Why would he waste his time in this filthy place drinking alcohol like a vile human? Still, at least he didn’t seem like one of those peace loving animal drinkers. Even still, she didn’t like his attitude and believed he needed an adjustment.

“Well what’s got you down, kid?” she inquired.

(OOC: sorry it’s short!)

[Ellie]

Kid, Lars thought in his mind menacingly. He'd always hated belittling pet names. Kid, pet, baby. They all sucked to him. Whatever happened to the good old genuine ones, some actually meant something now a days. But half of it depended on who said it. In this case, he wasn't all too thrilled about being called 'kid' by someone who he hasn't had in his presence for more than 5 minutes.

"The past," Lars replied shortly staring down at his drink. It was such a stupid thing to get on at. It's not like it was going to change anytime soon. Nothing back in time could change, but there was no reason he couldn't hope for it. He could only decide his long future ahead, which included taking another sip of his forty.

"The past and the motherfuucking people in it," he spat out after his dry throat was quenched. He wasn't yelling of course, as to not draw attention to himself as the screeching monster next to him had, but he let the words out with enough venom to make the average person think twice.

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle rolled her eyes in a frustrated manner. Was she going to play twenty questions with this vampire all night? She knew she was making him angry, but now he was starting to get on her nerves, too. But she had to mind her temper. She didn’t want to just tackle him. Still... Her pewter eyes narrowed into fine slits.

“Well I’m not sure what to call you. Until you tell me your name how about Mr. Mopey? I’m Giselle.” She bet he didn’t care much about who she was, but she was always one for manners. He didn’t seem like he enjoyed to be called names, which was exactly why she said that. She wanted to see how far this vampire would go.

Giselle knew very well what it felt like to think about the past and the ass hole’s in it. She’d done it herself. After her love abandoned her she was never the same. She developed a tough outer shell, and did whatever the hell she wanted and had fun with it. She could never forget her past but she could sure act like it. The truth; she didn’t want to ever remember it.

She figured maybe she could help this vampire. Make him snap and break down. If he wanted to forget his past then he was not going to do it while drinking at a bar. He had to get out there, kill some people, make massacres. Eventually he will learn that it doesn’t matter how much you brood. You can never go back to the part in the past where you screwed up and it changed your life. This was why her temper was rising.

[Ellie]

Oh she knows, Lars thought as she kept it up. She knew it was ticking him off, and she was having fun with it. He wasn't in the mood to be messed with at the moment. In any other circumstance this wouldn't phase him at all, just let it pass with a raise of his eyebrows and move on. But he was already worked up on his own doing, she was only making matters worse. But he couldn't giver her that win, and tried to maintain and cool outer appearance.

"It's Lars, not Mr. Mopey, thanks," he said still not meeting her face, or giving any apparent thought to her given name. He didn't care how it sounded, he hated being called anything derogatory in his opinion. He'd had enough of that when he was human. A little playfulness here and there, but he wasn't at all feeling playful.

He checked the time on the wall of the bar. It was still relatively early. Lars was at least pleased by that, somewhat. It meant longer time for him to cool off before going back to the house, but more than likely more time with this Giselle. Maybe he'd find his way around it, if not, he might take a while longer to come down from his mood than he expected.

He made sure not to make the conversation two way. Maybe she'd become bored, or annoyed herself, if she wasn't already. Whatever it took to get her off his case. Sadly enough Lars figured it would take more than what he wished for.

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle growled ferally. He was still playing the game, only this time they both knew it. She would push him over the edge and she didn’t’ care how messy it was. She always got her way. Finally, he revealed his name. Lars. It was a strange name. But then again, it was probably given to him by his mortal parents, and mortals were very strange creatures.

He wasn’t a very talkative guy. Perhaps he was doing that on purpose, wanting her to get the message and just leave. Well Giselle was persistent. There was no hurry when you were an immortal. Time didn’t matter. If she had to follow him back to his cave, (she guessed he lived in. It would match his grumpy attitude) she would. Giselle would be his personal poltergeist until she won. She was a fighter.

She was sick of this, however. She wanted action now. With her vampire speed, she shot and hand out and grabbed a mortal’s neck. It cracked instantly and he died. Using her mind control, she made the mortals surrounding them think, nothing is amiss. She tore her fangs into the human’s neck, and drank. Finally, with one wide smile full with venom aimed in Lars' direction, she shoved the mortal toward him. She made the mortals’ think something new now, the man seated next to me killed him.

She let out a very, very loud scream. “Help! Murder! Call the police!” This will get his attention, she thought as the mortals’ sprang into action.

[Ellie]

Once Giselle started her little deed Lars sprang up looking around quickly for searching eyes. At this point he was ready to just pick up and leave. but it all happened so fast, once the body was thrown at him and the false accusation, there was no running from the situation that wasn't meant to have started.

He caught the bleeding body in his arms but dropped it to the floor as the people circled in on him. They were definitely quick to judge, but Lars was thinking it wasn't their decision at all. He'd heard about it, the mind control that a vampire could possess. In his three years of vampirism, he'd never learned it. No one had been there to teach him, and really, he didn't think he'd need it up until now.

His mood was heightened, to say the least, but still sour, only now, maybe fiftyfold... All his malicious thoughts to the girl in the past were now directed to Giselle. Her face replaced the one in his previous conjourings. It wasn;t particularly a good thing for her. His usually stable, mellow mind was flooded with revenge and violence.

Their were only about 20 people in the bar at this time of night, did he really have the strength to fight off 20 people, he wasn't sure. But he took his large forty bottle, disappointed he had to waste half of it as he smashed it against the bar to use as his weapon, if he needed.

He was defiantly no fighter, but could easily jump over and out run the crowd after him. He made sure the bottle was in front of him and made his escape, easily making his way out of the small bar to the crowded streets outside. He still grasped the broken bottle and walked quickly down the street. Shit, shit, shit, why the fuck did I come so far away from home?, he thought angrily as he quickly walked away from the scene, home was nearly an hour away at a sprint, all the way on the other side of town! And he was almost positive he was going to get another distraction along the way, but this time he'd be ready.

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle continued her high-pitched shrieking for after-effect. She could have been an actress if she really wanted to. She acted everyday. Acted like a mortal. To blend in was the best way when you wanted a quick bite to eat. Or if you wanted to play the defenseless pretty damsel in distress when you witnessed a man murdering a guy, no one would think vampire. And there was always the mind control. But she only used this for special occasions.

She gleefully watched Lars make his weapon, as the crowd started to corner him, as he made a leap for it and ran out the door. She didn’t follow him immediately. She wanted him some to have time to think on what he’d done. He’d crossed her and that was fatal. Where would he go? How far was his home? What would he do now? He needed another vampire’s help, maybe. Giselle was not that vampire.

The police that were called finally came. They approached Giselle and got her statement. She told them in which direction he might be headed. They left, blue and red lights illuminating the black sky. Now it was time to leave.

She ran as fast as she could. 65 mph was her vampire speed limit. It was easy to catch up to Lars. She stayed at his pace alongside him. Behind her she could hear the wailing of the police cars. They were getting closer. She would be the hero in this action film. She pulled back her fist, five jeweled rings on each finger, and went to slam Lars in the gut.

[Ellie]

Lars could smell and hear her approaching at her speed, although her quick footsteps were slightly drowned out by the sirens. But he wasn't all to worried about the fuzz, they could be easily avoided. He quickly reached up to full his hood from his sweater over his head, trying not to acquire anymore descriptions or witnesses.

Giselle was beside him in a matter of moments, this time he was prepared, with the bottle safely hidden out of sight under his sleeve. He was watching her for those small moments from the corner of his eye. He saw her pretty little fist pull back, already knowing what it's intent. He did go to high school in New York after all, the action was witnessed everyday then.

He caught hold of his anger as he caught the fist mid strike with his free hand, driving enough force to successfully hold it back and push her away a few feet. "You're not one to fight fair now are you?" he said dark and low as the sirens got closer. Aware of her other free hand Lars kept his attention on it, just in case. And he always had his other hand, well armed, compared to her free ones.

"If the police come there will be no more fun for you, you do know that right? Plus, I'll end up getting out of their flimsy car, police catching me means you loose," he said trying to reason with her, he still wanted to get fair and straight, and that didn't mean simply escaping a police car, although if he was in his right mind, he would go into that car willingly. Less hassle. But at the moment, he still was too hot headed to give in. It's the side effects, the changes, he thought with some pain, realizing another change to him from this all. It made his anger burn on.

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle blinked a few times when Lars caught her fist. She should have expected this but it still hurt her ego. She listened to his words and found that he was right. She would loose. No more fun for her. She would never get to know why he was the way he is. This was impossible though. She couldn't miscalculate. She couldn't be wrong. She was never wrong.

On the brighter side, at least Lars' was actually talking to her with words that had more than one syllable. She felt the anger from him in each word he spoke to her. His frustration about her childish game that seemed like a waste of time for him. Giselle pouted. She was upset with this. She'd always gotten what she wanted before, what changed?

Lars seemed to harness all his anger rather well. All Giselle could do with her's was hide it. She never really used it. When she fought, the anger that came from her was raw. She didn't have any reason to fight. She fought because it was fun. She was losing and she finally knew it, but didn't accept it.

"Well I am rather impressed with you. As one of the top most wanted criminals in France I say well done. I do not admit defeat, however. Just a retreat. Like every war, there are many battles. I didn't loose the war, I just lost a battle. You'll see, though. I will be victorious in the end," she said and then left a pause. "I don't like you and you don't like me. However that doesn't mean I still can't hang around you. Where do you live, kid?"

[Ellie]

Lars smiled a smug half smile, still not friendly at all, but it was something to give back to her pout. He'd made his point. Off in the distance, he could hear the sirens further off, they'd lost them in the webs of the city's streets.

He knew how to control most of his emotions, especially stupid ones like anger. He'd actually spent time thinking about it while he was young, so he understood it before most others figured it out. He still bottled some things up when needed, but usually made anger come to him as help. All the adrenaline from it could be used, just as he had done by holding her fist back.

She could win the war, but, Lars didn't want to know her for that long to be honest. A compliment from your enemies might be the best you could ever receive, as long as it wasn't sarcasm. He could have guessed she was her own criminal, she seemed to have enough experience, despite her obvious flop with the police plot.

"Why would I tell you were I live? Didn't you just pull a fist out on me?" he asked with raised brows. The chase and hold back really did release his tight mood quite a bit, he was still aggravated, and you could tell still by his voice, but his mind was laying back on the torture fantasies now, at least.

He looked her square in the face for a moment, wondering why she would even ask that, expecting an answer. The face though, now seemed familiar. Paris... "Are you sure we haven't met before..." he asked with slitted scrutinizing eyes.

[Giselle Audley]

Now she was getting somewhere. It was progress for the sake of progress. Little by little she would know everything about this vampire. He intrigued her in a way. It wasn't enough to dislike him so much, that one day she would just say, oh come here you, and then they would be pulled by the lips by the magnetic force of their hate combined, to actually find that they really liked each other. No, she was more curious. She could never have a decent night's sleep until she knew everything.

Still, it did remind her of one of those movies when out of no where one minute two enemies were having a heated argument and the next it looked like they were eating each other's faces. Well, she had forever. Who knows? Maybe somewhere buried underneath the depression, hate, and revenge, Lars and Giselle might have feelings for each other. At least enough to say, where have you been all my life.

That's not necessarily a good thing. Another vampire to share misery with and then just constantly fight didn't sound like a match made in heaven... or hell rather. Giselle broke her silence when she gently shoved Lars in the shoulder playfully.

"Well, Lars, I certainly can't dislike you if I don't know where you live! I must have a way to find you! It could be a place to hang out when I'm bored. I want to know everything about you so I'm going to follow you everywhere. Hate me all you want, you won't get rid of me easily!" she said a little too excitedly.

"I'm sure we have met before. I throw parties often in my Paris home and put vampires and werewolves I haven't even met before on my mailing list. You could very well have been one of them."

[Ellie]

He shrugged his shoulders away from her hand as she shoved him over. He was right about him seeing her before. A few months ago he had been invited to one of the said parties. Although it was a bit of a dud, that's where he had seen her. To think, from that element to this. He was sure of one thing, he felt so much better out on the London streets than in a fancy Paris ballroom.


He surely didn't want Giselle following him home. Who knew what she would do! And he wasn't about to risk it to find out. He would understand once Lars gave him the facts, Lars was positive. But after all, Giselle had no clue where they lived. He could afford to tell a small white lie couldn't he? And after all, it wouldn't be a total lie!

"Actually, I'm just visiting, no body, but just visiting the city," he said, still being stiff with her, "I haven't rented a room yet." Lies, lies, lies. But he still maintained the same tone as he had ever since he met her.

The situation was making Lars a little stressed to say the least. He never handled stress well, it was one of his faults. A bigger fault was his ways of coping with the stress. But the things that were slipping away nonetheless. He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, along with a lighter. Once the stick was in his mouth and lit he almost immediately felt better with the unchanging similarity it gave.