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[phe]

On a bench underneath a street lamp, a young girl of no more than 18 stared up into the dark, enveloping abyss of the night. No stars were visible because of the glaring lights of London, masking the once infinite sky. Her long fiery red hair draped from the bench to one side, a golden strand highlighted by the street lights ever so often. She was rather pale, but not sickly looking, a light rose color touching her cheeks. Her full lips were grimly twisted into a half smile, one of remembrance and remorse. As the wind picked up, the white ribbon around her waist and her long fiery ringlets would flutter ever so softly, but other than that, she lie completely still. The night was quiet other than the light hum of the lamps, which did nothing to draw her mind away from the accident... Compulsively her hands wiped at her dress, though there was no blood to wipe off. Goosebumps rippled over her body, moving up her arms and her shoulders; she shivered ever so slightly. She had no knowledge of what she had become, other than she considered herself a murderer. She had no one to turn to and wanted nothing more than the love of her mother and father. Wherever they were now, they probably hated her...

A glistening tear streaked down her otherwise angelic face. Her innocence was almost unfathomable in the modern world, a world of the vicious and manipulative, and yet her purity was almost palpable. The murders of her parents had stained her otherwise perfect and blameless existence, and even then she was not in control of the unfortunate events that tore her once seamless world to shreds. She blamed herself nonetheless. If only someone were there to provide her with answers... She longed for nothing more than a home and to know that she was not alone in her struggle. She glanced up painfully at the moon, wondering when it would be full again and if her own personal Hyde would take over once more...

She sighed deeply and turned to her side, her pale arms wrapped around herself, before closing her light green eyes, and shuddering in resignation at the thought of the vivid nightmare that she knew was about to begin. She accepted it as her punishment, before allowing herself to be drawn into a fitful sleep.

"G'night!" she bubbled before bounding up the stairs and swinging around the banister towards her room. The window was open and the beautiful moore was singing out in all its beauty below her. A sigh of content escaped her as she flopped back onto the bed, snuggling up in a warm bunch of sheets, her mind racing through the events of the day. Eventually, she found sleep.

As the moonlight crept over the house into her window, the dream became more vivid. She was in her room, alive and craving something that she just couldn't put her finger on. She leaped from her bed to the floor without so much as a creak and ran from her room to the one across the hallway. It was ever so slightly darker in this room, but Fiona could almost taste exactly what she wanted... It was so close. She ran to the people in the bed, the ones whom she might have referred to as parents were she in the right state of mind. Standing over their unsuspecting faces, she could feel nothing but the hunger that ripped through her stomach. Suddenly, her claws and teeth were on them, getting to the precious thing that she craved for so long. They were dead before the howl of pleasure ripped through her throat...

Fiona's scream viciously ripped through the dark night like her teeth in her mothers lifeless body. The thought repulsed her... and yet she could not tear her mind away from the pleasure it had given her, and the pain it had caused her. She found herself sitting up, and slowly she crumpled into a ball in the corner of the bench, her eyes wide and glazed in fear of herself, staring out into the dark night. In the back of her mind, she sensed that there was another person, but didn't care. She would gladly welcome any distraction at this point, be it good, bad, or death. (Death was a fate she could not understand so it was neither good nor bad.) Finally, she inhaled sharply for the first time in what seemed like minutes and relaxed a little as she began to hum to herself. Anything to to distract from the pain...

[jacob]

Jacob felt like an extension of the shadows, camouflaging into the night wearing his black, sleek trench coat draped over his body, looking more like a cape as it fluttered in the wind with the grace of crow wings. He couldn't remember the last time he engaged in his feasts. Through the commotion that surrounded Destiny and his cousin, his world spiraled out of control, and what little regulation he did have over his life had been snatched away from him. No longer did he have the confidence, knowing that he, himself, was able to make his own decision, for after years on this planet as this vampire, this thing, he realized that circumstances would always steer, deter, and manage any choices life offered. And that was only if the matter of choice existed anymore.

It was clear what he needed; blood. It would take his mind off the chaotic stress that consumed and engulfed his life, and would provide the bonus, the icing on the cake to have the sweet liquid and minerals that only mankind could offer soothe through his tongue and body, his soul and mind, placing him in a perpetual state of bliss and pleasure. Nothing would compare to the beautiful benefits reaped from a man's body, nothing could replace the fountain of fruition that traveled in the humans body, just waiting for Jacob to be able to sink his teeth in and engage in such promise.

Yet...he heaved a heavy breath of disappointment that mixed with the fresh atmosphere that particular night presented. This night had been somewhat slow in activity, and he only saw a handful of humans strolling around this area. The aggravating factor in it all was that humans were now starting to travel in packs, making it difficult for him to swipe up a human bystander with out anyone else noticing. It seemed that after Xavier's rampage in the streets, and the bodies he piled and littered all over like that of a war zone, humans now became more cautious and traveled like wolves. Always together, always in one another's proximity. His teeth ground in nothing but frustration. And so, he walked, with only the fog accompanying him in this rather desolate and abandoned time in London. He was about to call it a night and return home, to check up on Jean and Destiny, when he spotted someone. He was too far away for even his keen vampyric eyes to witness, to capture a good visual for him to identify the person, but it was a human, it had to have been. The smell had been close enough, mixed with something else vaguely familiar, but Jacob's hunger refused too great for him to place any stock into these feelings. He found one alone, so vulnerable, so delicate. The smell only accentuated the air around him the closer he was. As Jacob neared, he found it to be a female, which also made his blood tingle, as the feminine blood and body was often sweeter to him in taste for some odd reason. In any case he had found his meal and a smile of satisfaction painted his lips.

[phe]

The humming immediately stopped. With her heightened sense of hearing she knew someone was nearby, but she had not yet gained mastery over her senses and had no idea where the noise was coming from. Hesitantly, she unwound her arms from around her legs and in one smooth flowing motion she stood. Her hair whipped even faster in the wind, which seemed to be picking up speed. She glanced around nervously and a chill ran up her spine, sending goosebumps rippling across her skin. Her heart thudded heavily in her chest. In a feathery voice, she whispered, "Hello?" Her light green eyes shut in concentration, trying to will herself to find warmth, and force the idea that someone was there away.

Suddenly, she inhaled. She had once again momentarily forgotten to breathe as she was deep in contemplation. Suddenly, she realized that there was a thick scent in the air. She couldn't tell if she was repulsed by it or attracted to it. It was a sickly sweet pungent odor. Fiona quickly decided that she would have to find another place to sleep... She hugged herself tightly and began to move forward against the wind, her dress billowing lightly around her.