Attention Reader. [Giselle Audley]

[Ellie]

His gaze sharpened for a moment as her lips began with words that seemed not harsh, hoping for some sort of success. but his gaze fell when she wouldn't change her views on things. But she did pause, and that was something, she did pause to look at the photo, she didn't rip it to shreds at first sight and push him around like he almost expected her to, she stopped, and studied his find. It was progression the way he saw it.

He set cast down the photo gently to the ground. If the man lived through them, he would find another to replace it, and if he didn't well, he wouldn't be missing the photo anyways.

He listened to her response and actually did get angry. He already knew that he could never go back. He didn't want to go back, he didn't want to go back even when he could go back. 'You're an outcast', he'd heard the words many times before, it was almost the story of his life, and he was striving to keep it that way. but her mentioning it was unnecessary, only he could say things like that about himself, or at least someone that knew him well enough to actually be telling the truth.

He thought about his reply, through his anger, quickly as possible since her gaze was directed back to the human. Something told him he had to set his own feelings aside somewhat, for the sake of the one on the ground. To maybe talk some sense in the one that was threatening the poor man's life. He knew he wasn't going to touch him, but he still had to convince the other to do the same.

"Giselle," he started firmly, trying to get her attention back to him, "I don't want to be like you. I don't ever want to admit that I'm heartless, to myself or anyone. I don't expect or want the humans to understand, it's not their burden to carry. And I'm not asking for their approval, and I'm not concerned on what they think of me, at all. I don't f*cking care what anyone thinks of me. The only opinion that matters to me is my own, and some select others, of whom I trust, but that's it.

I'd go around killing people just like you if I knew it wouldn't cause me guilt and heartache. I don't care how you feel when you kill, granted you don't feel anything aparently... But I just can't do it without feeling horrible... Even after feeding, I mean, I try and lie to myself, but it doesn't help that much. Feeding is just something I have to do. I wouldn't blame a lion for killing a zebra, but when the lion's not hungry it usually doesn't kill at will," he said in a quick but understandable rush.

"Even Leatherface wasn't all bad... he only slaughtered people with chainsaws because the family told him too...the rest of the time he was semi decent. Are you seriously going to let the family, a.k.a the rest of vampire population, convince you into doing things the way they're 'supposed' to be done? That's so boring and predictable..." he said, most of his anger gone from before as he spoke, now he only wished to convince her she was wrong, and to him this was coming out as a pretty easy argument for his part, he thought on if she even knew who Leatherface was... and he mentally slapped his young age, he grew up with the old 70's horror flicks, in times like these they came in quite handy.

"Plus, if you didn't have a measly inch of heart, you wouldn't of followed me out of that pub," he said, going back to real life, "You said you thought I was depressed, quite frankly I think you're the one with the problems.., but that's beside the point. The point is, you came after me, asked me all those questions, and kept asking until I answered, even if you did pull a fist and lure the cops... People have a weird way of showing it, or conceal it, but that doesn't make it not obvious... If you were just interested in looking and analyzing me like a text book you would lost interest in the bar," he shrugged, "But here you stand, still caring for me and how I turn out in vampire society, even when I keep telling you no... If you were heartless you wouldn't still be here," he finished almost quietly with a shake of his head. He didn't know what else to say to her words, they meant nothing to him personally, and he almost felt remorse that she saw things that way. He supposed that's what happened when you don't give up heart.



[ooc: Did I just use leatherface from texas chainsaw massacre in my post? yes. yes, I did xD and, that may just be the largest, greatest post I've ever written o_o]

[Giselle Audley]

[OOC: That was a really good post, Ellie. It took me some time to think of this response. Notice how Giselle just blanked out during your Leatherface part? Well that was me when I was reading that. I have no idea what you were trying to say there, lol ;D]

Giselle couldn't really read Lars's expressions now, but she had a titanic feeling that her words finally got to him. Maybe risking a mortal's life again was just what she needed. This is how she usually got her way. At last, the night was turning into her favor.

She returned her eyes to Lars. He was thinking again. This was something Giselle learned quickly to not like. Whenever Lars started thinking, she usually didn't win her battle. She already knew he wouldn't touch the man. She really wanted him to, but he wouldn't do it.

She listened to his little speech. It was certainly thought out, and Giselle didn't know how to argue her case anymore. He won again! She couldn't believe it. Twice in a night. She was starting to think sacrificing mortals wasn't going to work anymore.

She realized she couldn't change Lars. This was big. The purpose of her sticking around was to change him. She needed a new purpose now. She didn't want to leave Lars. He was interesting and this was a new experience for her. Maybe she would learn a thing or two.

She never tried having sympathy towards her prey. If she did, who knew what kind of vampire she would become. This, however, would take a long time. She just didn't care for them.

A memory flashed though her mind: fire, blood curdling screaming, a small village, and blood... so much blood. It was her first massacre where she left her emotions unchecked. She starved herself after Jack left her. After she couldn't handle the thirst anymore, she drank nearly an entire village dry. Not even a cow survived... her first time on animal blood. She was really hungry.

The remainder of the villagers chased her out. She could still feel the hot flames a hair away from her skin. It was quick thinking that saved her life. After she told them they could only kill her with a stake, they drove one into her shredded heart and left her in a church. She played dead.

These were the kinds of people she would sympathize with? Her heart was in pieces and she got no sympathy from them, or Jack for that matter. She couldn't change herself, just like she couldn't change Lars. She understood that clearly now.

She came back to the present. She found herself on her knees on the ground. She was different now. She felt more monstrous, blood thirsty, the flashback was taking its toll. Her legs failed her sometime during Lars's blabber about some Leatherface and during her flashback.

She listened to what else Lars's had to say. He was right. If she didn't care she wouldn't have followed him. Did that mean she was changing? This was too confusing.

She looked back on the unconscious mortal. She wanted his blood and she wanted it now. She didn't think she could hold herself back any longer. The fact that she was trying too was also something. What did all this mean? She groaned and closed her eyes for a second, trying to fight back the thirst for a just little while longer...

When she opened them again, they glowed ferally, like a lion's who hasn't eaten for a very long time and is setting its sight on a zebra. She bared her teeth like a wolf and snarled like a panther. She had to have that mortal's blood. She didn't know what was stopping her and it scared the living daylights out of her.

Giselle began breathing heavily, the blood pumping through her body. She crossed her arms and squeezed them into her stomach, still on the floor hunched up.

"Get that thing away from me unless you want to see an explosion of blood and body parts," she growled. "Get me something to drink," she added in a quiet whimper. She didn't care if it was an animal, she just wanted the blood.

[Ellie]

[[Once I learned in Cbox you didn't like scary images I figured you wouldn't, it's the same scary movie I was 'freaking out' to in Cbox, the night of all the plotting crazee, also, but I love love it. xD]]

Deciding, with a relieved sigh, to actually listen to her words for once, Lars snatched up the young man from the ground, placed his lightly on his shoulders, making sure no pedestrians where wallowing about. But no one was out at the time, most were still fast asleep. The man was semi fit, so it wasn't all that difficult to find a better place to sit him. He quickly reached a little alcove about two blocks away from where Giselle still sat. It was like an alley, but Lars figured the only thing crawling around were roaches and cats, with the smell of rotting food. The man wouldn't find it pleasant when he woke up, but he was safe here.

Lars glanced around the small building lined way. He pondered if he should just walk down it and never see Giselle again. It would be easy.

But then, he'd fail at his own game, with also winning it. He would get away from her, but how bad was she now really? He thought he was getting through to her, as strange as it sounded maybe, but it was true. To some extent. Her words didn't mean a thing to him, and his words made her practically weak at her knees, whether from realization, or something else, they affected her, and that was something. And she hadn't taken the man at once, she was slowly showing heart. How could he abandon a chance like that?
With a sigh he realized he couldn't just leave. It was a terrible realization, but he accepted it.

Looking around the alley once more he decided he needed to get her soemthing like she asked. An alley cat rushed in, quickly past him, but curled up in the unconscience man's lap. Funny, how instincts work.

Lars grimaced with the thought about having to touch the animal. He still wasn't accustomed to feeding on animals, but he was slowly trying to convert himself. Slowly reaching out to the cat at first, the cat deflected itself, preparing to run, but Lars made a quick move and grabbed it by the scruff of its neck and held it at arm's length away, before tucking it under his arm gently. Might as well make the last moments pleasurable for the thing...

Speed walking back to where Giselle sat before, "Here." Lars dropped the cat in her lap, it landing smoothly. He sighed and diverted his gaze, not willing to watch.

[Giselle Audley]

[OOC: oh so THAT'S the movie you were freaking out to! Lol.]

Giselle moaned when Lars took the man away. He smelled so sweet, so pure. Blood like that was hard to find and the smell was driving her crazy.

The scent still lingered when Lars left. It was unbearable. She had to have something to drink and fast. She was so angry with herself for getting like this. This type of thing only happened once before, a long time ago when she was still getting over Jack.

Giselle hated herself for letting Lars see her like this; weak and defenseless. He could just decide to leave, she knew. If he did and she didn't have anything to drink... She didn't want to even picture it.

She was relieved when a cat fell into her lap. She didn't take a moment's hesitation. She snatched the cat up and drank from it heavily, not leaving a single drop of blood. Relief washed through her body. She was still hungry, but she could manage herself a little better now.

Animal blood. It was something she never had. She flung the cat over her shoulder, not caring where it landed. She began gagging. The blood tasted like poison in her mouth. Her stomach was reacting to it badly. Giselle scraped the fur from her tongue. She would need human blood at some point tonight.

Finally, after she got over the dreadful taste, she looked up to Lars. She didn't want to stand yet, her legs felt like jelly.

"Thank you," she said gratefully. "Whenever I have a flashback from my past, it triggers the hunger I felt when I starved myself for a week. I can never forget that blood thirst and it haunts me to this day..." Giselle wiped the blood from around her mouth.

"That... that never happened before except once when I was still getting over my lover who left me. It was you who triggered it... you Lars," she said slowly.

She didn't believe in the words that came out of her mouth, but her heart knew it was true. Her dead and broken heart, which only beat for the one person who left her. And now this rotten vampire could do whatever he wanted with simple words and no actions. She never got through to Lars but he was getting through to her.

She didn't want to change. She wanted human blood but something inside her knew that she couldn't drink mortal blood again tonight. Lars was making her change. The screwy part was that they both knew they couldn't just leave each other. What twisted world was this?

[Ellie]

Lars grimaced in relation to her gagging. Animal blood was horrible compared to sweet human blood. It was especially more terrible when he himself as mortal, grew up a vegetarian, and didn't like animals all together, in any way possible. But he had a good reason to change his ways, they had cost the lives of those he loved, so he would change a small thing for something that couldn't be undone, but in the long run, he thought he might feel better about himself.

He nodded to her thanks without saying anything, but listening to her explanation. He could relate somewhat, for he didn't have any flashbacks that caused him to be monsterous, ones that left him guilty and in the state he was back at the bar, yes. But that seemed ages ago.

When he was first changed he starved himself, half of him was too exhausted and confused to venture out of his room, not to mention no one was around to comfort or even inform him as to what was going on. So that ended in disaster, and one of the reasons he was currently trying to switch his habits to animals.

Her next words caused him to fuss with his lip, but he was careful not to fuss with the side he had his piercing on, ever since fangs became an issue it was quite painful to fiddle around there.

He pondered her words breifly before asking, "Well... is it a good or a bad thing?"


[[sorry i was rushed, baii]]

[Giselle Audley]

"I don't know!" she wailed. All she wanted to do was go back home to Paris and pretend none of this ever happened. She would go back to normal and everything would be right as rain. She couldn't bring herself to actually do it; to leave Lars.

She vowed she would never leave Paris. She had to leave after certain... events. Once the human police came knocking on her mansion's door, the jig was up.

She was on the most wanted criminal's list and they had found her. She came to New York, quite unwillingly. She hated it. She hated everything about it, especially Lars. If she'd just kept her mouth shut in the pub, none of this would be happening. What she wanted right now, even more than blood, was for this all to end.

But she and Lars were stuck together and they knew it and they both hated each other immensely for it. He was going to change her? She didn't want to change. She didn't want to be a tame vampire who drank animal blood and had "feelings" for her victims.

"This is your fault. Well maybe some of it's my fault... oh what am I saying! It's all your fault! The last flashback wasn't even as bad as this one. Why can you do this and I don't leave a scratch on you!" Giselle stood up carefully, the blood rushed back to her legs.

"Come on. We can talk more in the hotel," she choked out in nearly a sob. She almost forgot about the sun. She wasn't exactly looking forward to get to that hotel. She didn't want to talk to him anymore. Every sentence he spoke changed something about her.

She had a special snack waiting and for some reason she had to turn it down. Again, she hated herself. Turning down human blood. The world was turning upside down on her.

Giselle began walking, slowly at first to warm up her legs, and then she quickened her pace. The hotel was just around the corner.

[Ellie]

Jul 11, 2008 18:31:02 GMT -5 Giselle Audley said:

She was on the most wanted criminal's list and they had found her. She came to New York, quite unwillingly. She hated it. She hated everything about it, especially Lars. If she'd just kept her mouth shut in the pub, none of this would be happening. What she wanted right now, even more than blood, was for this all to end.

We're in London, sweets.

[Fang]

Lol, you know what I meant! I RP everywhere with her, I forgot this was the London Board!

[Ellie]

Lars began walking down the street a few steps behind her as she collected her apparently confused self. He himself was very, unconfused. He was saying what he believed in, and it affected her. Not really his problem all that much, all he had to do was say the things he'd spent time thinking over.

"It's not my fault my words affect you.." he voiced in a half way mumble, but loud enough for her to hear. "Plus," he said louder, "You don't affect me because, well I mean, you still don't get me... but it's easy for me to get you, you're predictable. All tough, no love, simple as that..."

It was true, ever since she pulled the stunt at the bar, Lars had most of her figured. How else could he tell that fist was coming for him? besides the fact that he could visibly see her fist pull back... but still. He could see anything similar coming.

Watching the path in front of him. A tall classy-ish building loomed a streets worth away, he was guessing the hotel. And mentally sighed at himself for not running away when he had the chance... He knew he'd regret that.

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle didn't answer Lars. Partly because she didn't know what to say, and partly because she was afraid to say anything else to him. She turned the corner and there was the hotel in all its splendor. It was one of the nicest in London, and best of all, the humans in it welcomed vampires and saw to their... needs.

Giselle marched up the white marble steps and into the classy lobby. Priceless paintings decorated the walls, warmly colored rugs covered the cold floor, and plushy couches stood against the wall. Giselle made sure Lars's was behind her. She wondered if he'd ever been in a place as nice as this one.

Giselle strolled up the reception desk where a vampire sat. She smelled the air, looked up, and smiled. "Welcome back Miss Audley, how was your night? Catch anything good?"

Giselle looked at her feet while she spoke. She couldn't bear to meet Elizabeth's eyes. The whole truth shone in them. "No Lizzy, I didn't. I actually need to upgrade my room to one a little bigger," she said solemnly. Giselle stepped to the side to reveal Lars. Lizzy's eyebrows shot up. She never saw a male vampire in Giselle's presence here. Giselle felt ashamed and let it show.

"Ok, how's the master suite on the twelfth floor?" Lizzy asked peering up at Giselle from her computer. Giselle had stayed in that one before, it was quite roomy. She gave Lizzy a small nod. Lizzy slid the key card across the counter, Giselle took it.

"And when shall I send Samantha up?" Lizzy inquired. Giselle spared small glance to Lars. He wouldn't be very happy with this. Giselle gulped and said through gritted teeth, "Her... service won't be necessary tonight." Lizzy did a double take. Never has Giselle ever denied a human's blood. There was something wrong with her for sure, Lizzy nodded to herself.

"I'll pay tomorrow night at checkout." Giselle said quietly and turned to leave. "Feel better sweetie!" Lizzy called after her. Giselle motioned for Lars to follow her. She looked at him through her bangs, not wanting him to see her miserable eyes.

"We can take the elevator," she said quietly. She pushed the button and when the door opened, she stepped in it silently. When it reached the twelfth floor, she walked down five doors and then swiped the key card. The door opened to a room a king would stay in. There were two beds, if Lars cared to sleep. Giselle did sometimes, but she didn't feel much like it today.

A mini-fridge held blood taken from a butcher shop and a hospital's blood bank. Heavy wool curtains covered the windows. Sun was not getting past those. There was also a walk in closet and a huge bathroom that could have been another room. Giselle plopped down on the bed and invited Lars to join her.

"So what do you think of living like the upper class for a night? Better than your cave?"

[Ellie]

"Ha,ha. Cave, very funny," he said flatly. I t was something never did see often. He'd been to wedding receptions, and other various occassions similar, where the fancy structers were needed, but he didn't really rememer ever staying in a hotel such as this. Or atleast, not this big, and never legally. It wasn't as if he'd NEVER slept in a high rated hotel before.

But he had to wonder, "Who is Samantha?" He knew the said prestigous hotels sometimes had strange comings in them, anyone who had ever watched detective/cop shows knew that...

Waiting for the answer Lars crept over to the minibar. His drink was interrupted in the pub after all. Opening it heonly found bottles of red liquid. "Damn.." he whispered with dissapointment. Who wanted cold blood anyways? How is that even refreshing? He wanted alcohal, but he could live.

Closing the small frigde Lars turned back to giselle ready for whatevercame after this.

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle stretched out on the silk comforter like a cat. She yawned and lay on her stomach. She might as well be comfortable. She was surprised that Lars's didn't catch on as to who Samantha was. She didn't want to tell him. He wouldn't like it at all. She watched in amusement as Lars looked for alcohol but found blood. Well what was he expecting in a vamp hotel like this?

"You can order room service if you really want a drink," Giselle offered. She pondered over if she should answer his other question. She figured honesty was the best policy from here on out. "Samantha is... human... she, um, well it's her job to, uh, see she makes a living off of giving blood to vampires. From her body."

She buried her face into the silk. She didn't want to hear what was coming.

[Ellie]

Lars raised his brow to himself with her suggestion. He may just take that valuable piece of information... Never thought he'd see the time to take suggestions from her, but it was only for room service after all. And apparently, on her tab.

He walked over to the adjacent bed to the one she was burying her face in. He wasn't upset, really, after all, he fed off humans at one point and saw nothing wrong with it, so he wasn't one to judge anything but this human's sanity.

"What sort of human has fuck ups so bad she goes and does that?" He asked, eyes searching through a drink menu he had found in the nightstand drawer.

All the drink were fruity or flavoured with something totally unknown, the rest were champagnes, which he didn't care for at all. He figured the people that normally stayed here knew of all the long names and flavours, but all he wanted was a Heineken. With a sigh he closed the small book, getting over the thought of wanting anything in the first place.

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle looked up from the silk blanket she was trying to disappear into. She wanted to be anywhere else but here. She watched in amazement as Lars tried to find a drink off of the menu. Whatever, she could pay for anything he wanted.

"I don't know! It's her profession!" she snapped. She was tired and grumpy. It had been a long day. Giselle got up and stalked over to the mini fridge. She selected some human blood to take a sip out of. Just a small one. The blood felt nice going down her throat, like a long lost friend. She stored the rest in the fridge, slammed the door, an resumed her position on the bed.

"Tell me something new about yourself," Giselle offered to strike some conversation. Her voice was muffled, as she was again talking into the silk.

[Ellie]

"Profession?" he said with a scoff, "Nobody chooses a profession like that before a fuck up, that's for sure..." He said leaning back on the headboard. She must have been brainwashed as a child, or as an adult. Or they were all using that mind control thing, who knew really?

"I'm tired of talking about myself," he said with a sigh as he analyzed the room further silently. It was nice, but he'd take his apartment in New York over this any day. It was better lived in and just more comfortable. Plus is had alcohal.

As he finally relaxed fully for the first time in hours he realised how long he'd gone without a smoke. Why not? He pulled out a lighter and on of a few lone sticks from his jean pocket. Quickly situating himself so he was enjoying the nicotine.

"My middle name's Jude and my last nameis Trell. There, that was more."