.fits so perfect.x.LeBlanc.x.

[ally]

take my hand.
they fit so perfect.
squeeze it tight.
break my wrist.

total fear.
feel my heart beat.
clutch my chest.
break my ribs.

silent voice.
numbing fear.
abandoned life.
you have lost.

"Rain, rain, go away. Come again some other day. Screw the kids that want to play. Rain, rain go away!"

A loud laugh could be heard after the female sang her little song, a large smile curving her lips. Today was one of the girl's more, well, crazy days, and this proved it. A somewhat quiet giggle was given after she realised how she had butchered the song, yet her words seemed fine. At least they went with the tune. Who cares if she got the exact words right, it wasn't like there was anyone out there to hear them. I mean, who came out in a forest at night, well, other than Ally? At the moment, Ally couldn't really think of anyone. But, of course, she wouldn't be surprised if people did come out; there had to be at least one other person who disliked the sun. The sun, well, it wasn't that bad, but she wasn't fond of the light. But that didn't keep her from coming out in the daytime. The light tan that had began to form on her face proved that. No longer was she as pale as she wanted to be. She wasn't exactly tan either. Just lightly browned. And, well, she figured it'd go away eventually. Yes, it probably would.

Cutting the large smile down to a grin, Ally looked up at the sky, noticing the fact that both the moon and the stars were shielded by clouds. Well, no wonder. It was drizzling lightly, though that didn't matter much to Ally. She actually found the rain quite pleasant, mind you. No umbrella was there to protect her from the rain, not even a hood attached to her jacket. But she was wearing a jacket. It was unzipped, showing off a plain, black tee shirt. For once, the shirt of her choice had no words. But that didn't matter much at the moment. Pfft, it wouldn't make any difference, no matter where she was and what time of day it was. Today, well, tonight, her legs were covered by a somewhat loose pair of black jeans. This was was whole, well, at least for the moment. No unintentional or intentional holes had begun to form in the pants yet, though she knew that at least one would eventually. They always did. For Ally, the hardest thing for her to do seemed to be keeping a pair of pants in one piece. But, with this pair, she seemed to be doing a nice job...at least for now.

The female stopped skipping (yes, she had been skipping), biting her lip slowly as she took a look around. A hand was lifted to her face so she could brush the damp, generally tangled mess of black and pastel hued hair from her vision, eyes looking around in a somewhat calm manner. Well, this was turning out to be loads of fun for her. She comes out to the forest for a walk, something her boredom forced her to do, it starts raining, and then she starts singing a messed up version of a nursery rhyme and skipping around. Ally giggled lightly as she reviewed the course of her actions, she seemed so...childish? No, perhaps immature would be the correct word. Something along those lines. But this, of course, was such typical behavior for her. It came as no surprise to her that she had chosen to act like this; she usually ended up showing off this side of her once every so often. But, of course, it depended on her mood. And today, her mood was extremelly good. Drawing in the scent of moist forest dirt and wood, the female sat down on a fallen log, ignoring the damp feeling that reached her behind as she sat on the moist wood. She didn't care if she got her pants wet; she had no reason to. It wasn't like she was planning on going anywhere after this, and even if she was, her pants would dry. Yes, they'd dry...eventually.

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[bat]

‘C’est tout mouille! Je veux retourner a Paris!’ She exclaimed, her tiny foot sinking further down into the mud. Bastien didn’t bother stopping and ignored her French wails. She was hungry (only in that familiar way), grumpy, and starting to doubt her own trust in Bastien. A vacation had seemed a hap-hazard but good idea at the time, Louise needing a change of scenery and Bastien needing a change in women. She buttoned the large coat Bastien had bought her as it tickled her legs. Without a doubt he seemed to love to spoil her although he was paying no attention to her unpleasant exclamations. She was not wearing appropriate clothing for the weather and preferred to stay in the city herself. Bastien on the other hand seemed to have gone completely wild.

He held his head high in front of her, stalking through the woods in his clean suit, a strange sight. It was dark so it was barely noticible and he would have picked up speed just to feel that breeze tickle his dark hair if Louise hadn’t slipped and fell into the mud. His clear eyes snapped across the sparse scenery as he spoke, clipped French accent without turning around. ‘Stop your complaining and take off your shoes.’ He ordered calmly. Why she had chosen to wear good shoes out for a hike he didn’t know. New Orleans was much more rowdier than Paris, and he enjoyed the change of language and taste. He had only been a vampire for a few years now and already he was admiring the sights and sounds of the night – and deciding his favorites. After all, with a life dedicated to the senses, one had to dwell on pleasure. Seeing the world was something he planned to do, and had never realized it before as a mortal. Louise’s wines interrupted his thoughts.

‘It’s all wet. I want to go home.’ She repeated, in english this time to her brother’s response. She had taken off her shoes and was now tip-toeing through the woods. She didn’t know why, but the thick night air and the silence where no animal seemed to intrude made her feel out of place. She stepped beside Bastien and held his jacket tightly between her index and thumb.

‘Go away.’ He whispered gently, words he had taken a habit to repeating over and over to her.

‘I smell blood.’ She whispered in reply, the same reply as always, an excuse. Her scent had always been heightened more than her brother’s for some strange reason. She was more sensitive to the scent of different kinds of blood, and of course the meaning of her last few words was not the scent of an unfortunate beast.

[ally]

The female gave a light sigh, running her fingers over the rough wood she sat on. She lifted her hand abruptly as she touched a wet patch of moss, dropping her eyes to the log. She hadn't figured out what she liked about woods yet, perhaps the fact she had never been in one before. Of course there were the Everglades in Florida, but she didn't bother going to those. Too wet. And were the Everglades really even a forest? No, more of a swamp in her mind. Then again, her mind wasn't exactly what you'd call educated, so who knows, maybe there was a forested part of the Everglades. Nonetheless, it made no difference to her now. She had no plans of going back to Florida in the future. Ok, maybe once or twice, but she didn't want to move back there. Too much sun, in her mind. Sun is happy, and Ally? Well, she liked to think of herself a a person who kept her happyness locked inside. But, according to the weekly outbursts like tonights', she didn't do that very well. Anyway, Ally figured she'd take cities over beaches, any day.

Ally's head lifted abrutply at a sound, the expression on her face assured that she was unsure of what it was. Probably just an animal, she told herself, a generally pallid expression masking her once happy one. Ally hadn't noticed it before now that she hadn't seen many animals out; maybe not many animals came out at night in New Orleans. Animal or not, the sound had caught her attention. Eyes scanned the trees, only to see nothing. Probably just one of those came squirrels, she told herself, shrugging lightly. It didn't matter; whatever had caused the sound had seemingly left, at least she thought it had.

Shaking her head slowly, Ally dropped her gaze to the ground, moving a few wet leaves and a small portion of a stick around with her foot. Not she was bored and wet. Well, she had already been wet, but now a slight boredom had fallen over her. Biting her lip lightly, Ally fidgeted, running a hand through her slight tangled hair. She made a half-hearted attempt to remove some of the tangles, though after a moment, gave up, deciding to simply leave it how it was until she got back to her apartment, and to a comb. At the moment, she found simply attempting to untangle it a lost cause. Until the rain stopped, it keep on getting wet. And Allys' hair, when wet, usually got tangled. But that was no problem; nothing a shower couldn't fix. Sighing lightly through her nose. Ally began to fidget, playing with the sleeve of her jacket. Yes, that was such great entertainment. Oh well, it'd work for now.[/size]

[bat]

Bastien slowly turned to face her, dropping a cigaratte but to the ground and crushing it underfoot. It surely wasn’t the only reason he kept his baby sister around, but it sure did help. She was better at these things than him although he was the only one that actually took the time to enjoy them. He watched her avoid his gaze, as if she were an ashamed 3 year old that had tattled on her friend. And for a minute he almost pitied her – wanting nothing more than to apologize though he didn’t know why. Rolling his shoulders back he lifted his head and sniffed the night air. All was silent. Louise yawned. But he could smell the smallest whiff of a heartbeat, sending rich blood through the veins of some misfortunate who had decided to take a stroll in the woods. He knew New Orleans would be a good game, there were a lot more people who wandered alone out here. In Paris they would always come in groups of fours or threes, giggling at some common joke that he would have laughed at himself a few years ago. Clenching his fists he gently leaned forward, his feet padding the mossy ground faster and faster until his sister was out of sight and the nighttime scenery was just a blur passing him by.

With a rustle of dry leaves beneath their feet, Bastien took off. Louise didn’t bother to raise her head and walked slowly forward. She knew where the human was and would just follow the scent until it led her to Bastien’s feast. He would then offer her some and she would turn him down. He would then continue by telling her that she would die by the end of the month if she didn’t drink human blood. And for some reason, she didn’t believe him. It had taken all of her life she had spent with him, and three years of her afterlife to finally realize that for her, the two weren’t so different.

He stopped hurriedly, leaning his tall back against a tree and listening. The figure was fidgeting on a log, alone, at last. Bastien licked his lips eagerly as a water drop speckled the side of his cheek, falling from the treetops above him. He loved the rain. It tickled his pores, washed his pale skin. And when he hunted he knew he would soon feel the difference between the rain on his dead skin, and when it touched his body beating with the blood of another. How he would approach the person he did not know. He had to admit he was more comfortable in Paris where he could speak his language easily. Louise was always good for small talk but now he would have to seduce them in another tongue. He wiped his cold hands on the front of his jacket, and jumped when they brushed someone else’s fingers. He looked down in surprise, his expression mingled with anger as Louise’s wide blue eyes stared up at him, her mouth hanging open and the fangs gleaming dully in the dark. She had used her speed to catch up with him, not wanting to be alone in somewhere she didn’t recognize. She opened her mouth to speak and Bastien hastily pressed a finger to her lips. ‘Ne parle pas!’ He hissed.

[ally]

"Ok, now the rain could go away."

Ally mumbled, shaking her head slowly. In her mind, rain was fun...for a while. After that it became too cold for her. And that usually happened when she was quite wet, which didn't help matters much. Sighing lightly, Ally bent over, picking a twig off of the ground. She played aimlessly with it for a moment, before cracking it between her fingers and discarding it on the ground. She was clearly bored now, though showed no signs of returning home. And this time, luckily, she knew the way back to her apartment. See, you don't have to get lost every time you come out in the woods alone.

The girl looked up at the dark sky, squinting her eyes to prevent rail from falling into them. The rain had slowed slightly, no longer falling as much as it had before. Now it was simply a sprinkle, though the chance of it didn't bother Ally one bit. It'll give my clothes a chance to dry now before I head back, well, if it stops. She figured it probably would stop, sooner or later. And, at the moment, she could really care less if it did stop.

((Sorry 'bout the suckyness, could think of much to reply with. Next one will be longer.))[/size]

[bat]

(( It's okay, I have my off-days as well ))

For Bastien, it was too early to sneak up on his prey. He felt like chatting it up first, grabbing it out of the dark too easy for him at the moment. He liked a challenge and killing his meal immediately was like blowing out a candle. He wanted to pass his finger through it, start a draft, taunt it. For now he would have to make sure Louise didn’t talk – that would ruin the thing completely. He gave her a polite shove and pushed her away from him, sliding out the other side of the tree and taking a cautious step forward to reveal himself. As his foot touched the ground of the small clearing and the shadows gave way to his profile he grinned and the rain stopped.

Louise was vaguely aware that the gentle pitter-patter of water droplets onto the leaves and bushes of the forest had stopped, her dark wavy hair tickling her neck. She breathed in the sharp, displeasing scent of wet dirt and fertility. It smells this way after it rains, she thought to herself, blinking away raindrops that had been caught on her lashes. Rubbing her eyes she leaned back against the truck of the empty tree, her nails digging into the bark of the tree that a raccoon, or bugs had made a home of. She heard every single sound the forest made. The shuffle of the mortal on the log, ants and bees coming out after sheltering themselves from the weather, the snap and chant of an orchestra of crickets, the muscles of Bastien’s face relaxing as he smiled, the crunch of his shoes on the gravelly forest floor. She hesitated bringing a hand up to stop the noise. It filled her brain until she was consumed by it and she felt apart from her slender body leaning against the large tree that slouched sadly in the thick, misty nighttime air.


‘Hello.’ He slurred smoothly, unable to shield his accent. ‘Come here often?’

He was hardly shy. Embarrassment and displacement was a mortal sentiment. As time had taught him, what the victim felt was hardly important. So long as they fell for it, gullible and enchanted by the vampire’s enticing words. All he had to do was wrestle answers out of her long enough to judge what kind of bait was right for the hook, and real her in. It was a female, 18 or 19 by the looks of it. She was dressed darkly but for any vampire it was hardly difficult to distinguish her figure in the dark.

[ally]

The girl cautiously opened her eyes when it felt as if the rain had stopped, finding herself staring up at the dark, and no longer raining, sky. She gave a light smile, running her index and middle fingers over her jacket's damp sleeve. Well, it'd dry now, as long as the rain stayed away. Ally dropped her gaze to the ground, looking over the moist leaves. As little as she'd want to admit it, she found forests to be quite pretty after a rain. And, for the moment, the dripping leaves had her complete attention.

A voice was what made her head snap up in attention, eyes looking over the male who had spoken. He was not someone she had seen before, but that came of no surprise to her; she probably wouldn't be able to recognize anyone here, even if she had seen them before. And, of course, she blamed her memory for that. Ally c.ocked her head off to one side, noticing an accent in his voice. She was unable to figure out what kind of accent it was, though told herself to simply ignore it and answer.

"Ehh, no, not really."

She said, her reply generally true. Was twice often? She doubted it. Of course, if she was asked the question later on, after she had been living here for a while, the answer would've been yes. But for now? Well, she wouldn't call twice often. Ally bit her lip lightly, looking over him for a moment. He seemed different than the other people she had seen in New Orleans, which brought up the question about whether he was from around here or not. After a few moments of pondering over the thought, she decided to simply go ahead and ask him.

"You from around here?"[/size]

[bat]

‘No. I seem to be lost…I was hoping you might know your way around here…’ He trailed off carefully, studying her intently. She had a pretty face, if only it hadn’t been marred by her tragic appearance. She looked more like a vampire than Louise did, in a way. He hadn’t had much experience with the gangs and such, but he reminded himself that she was the victim here. No friends or companions hanging around by the looks of it, either. But her voice was hesitant, which meant he still had an advantage. He didn’t want to seem perishable so he kept the upper hand of the situation, keeping his voice quiet and smooth. ‘I hear it’s dangerous for young ladies such as yourself to be wandering around these woods. If you could help me perhaps we could escort each one another of the woods together?’

Louise peeked from behind her hiding place, watching jealously as her brother took on a concerned air. He had been helpful like that, once, though she couldn’t remember it. The only time he was remotely affectionate, she thought sadly, was when he was to suck the blood out of the people he was being kind to. Her brother had been a complex mortal at one time – and she found it possible he could be even more so as a vampire. If he had it in a state of mind, why couldn’t he treat her this way, with smiles and comforting words? Maybe this is what caused the sudden rush of blood that wasn’t there, the contraction of her throat, the sudden hatred towards the girl sitting innocently on the log. Her hate wasn’t strong enough to will bad to come to her as the thought had run through Louise’s mind one too many times. Bastien’s outlook on vampirism was simple and clean. No complications – just beast and the beautiful victim. Maybe it was wrong to regard herself as a weapon, something to hurt people. Did she still care? She knew she really shouldn’t. But any other day it could have been her sitting in the middle of the forest.

(( Time for my short answer! XD Sowwy! ))

[ally]

Ally nodded slowly at his words. For once it wasn't her who was lost, which was a good thing. The girl released the hold on her lip so she could speak, giving a surprisingly serious answer. See, she could be serious, yet it was a slight surprise that she had kept any sarcastic remarks she had been thinking up to herself. She figured it was from the impression she got from him.

"I know my way around here enough not to get lost.

Her words, well, they were only partially true. She knew her way around here enough not to get lost this time. The next time she came out here, well, she was unsure of whether she would be fortunate enough to find her way back. But, at the moment, finding her way back the next time she wandered out here was the least of her worries. In response the male's second words, Ally gave a light shrug; unsure of how to answer to his words. She hated when people did that; she hated when they talked to her as if she was a child. 'Young lady such as yourself?' Pfft, please, I couldn't call being out her dangerous. This time Ally couldn't hold back the bit of sarcasm that came with her remark.

"I don't see any danger in being out here."

She bit her lip lightly in thought, thinking over whether to accept his offer of 'escorting one another' out of the woods. She didn't see anything wrong with taking him up on the offer, she fiured it wouldn't hurt to head back, anyhow. But, of course, she still had an obvious hesitation towards him. She blamed the vibe she got from him. And, of course, she couldn't even explain the feelings she got from the vibe. Ally nodded slowly, giving some form of an acceptance of his offer. She stood after speaking, brushing a few strands of pastel hued hair out of her face.

"Perhaps we could."

((Heh, it's ok x3))[/size]

[bat]

Bastien grinned between his wet lips. Hook. Line. And sinker.

He could tell by her body language and the way she carried herself that the girl was extremely sensitive to the heavy, thick-laden vibe that wafted around him when he was thirsting. He let his tongue slip out from between his teeth as if he were cleaning them and shoved his hands in his pockets. She was unusual and he liked it. This would prove to be quite a night, so long as Louise didn’t throw herself out of the trees in a protest to save mankind or some idiotic habit of hers such as that. As she stood, even in the dark, she seemed to hover between uncertainty and the very element that was drawing her to him. For a moment, even though he didn’t want to admit it, he had doubted her mortality. It wasn’t as if he had heard and met people with odd temperaments, creative and susceptive of his world though they didn’t belong to it. It was a shame there weren’t more people like that around, or it would make a vampires work even more thrilling than it sounded. In fact – if he was lucky, and if she were willing – he could tempt her without having to lie.

Humans these days were strange, following truly to the saying that they should be wary of what they wish for. Some obsessed themselves over the idea that some like he and Louise existed, wanting desperately to be a part of that otherworldly sentiment, hoping to feel more important than they were now. He didn’t blame them, though they were stupid. How could a human not like the romantic idea of becoming a vampire? It was only the dim-witted few that realized there was more to this immortal blood-sucking sect than they thought. He knew immediately that the girl in front of him wouldn’t be like that…though, perhaps if he nudged fate a little, human curiosity would get the best of her unique soul.

‘Whath’s your name?’ He asked, a bit too willingly. He turned his head quickly and brought a hand to his mouth as if to brush something off when it reality he was tapping the fangs that had now protruded in his excitement. Merde, he thought, am I thirsty.

[ally]

Ally pulled her hands out of her pockets, crossing her arms somewhat loosely across her chest. Her eyes dropped to the ground, watching the soil and where she was watching, forcing herself to ignore the temptation of watching him. There was something about him, something, well, different than seemed to draw her towards him. She couldn't put a finger on what it was, though that simply made her ponder over what it was even more. The male seemed interesting, she didn't know how, but interesting enought to keep her complete attention. Well, nearly complete attention.

The girl lifted her eyes to him when his question was heard, this time she didn't even think over what she was ging to say. The girl willingly gave out the information he asked for, not thinking twice about it. What, it was only her name, big whoop. But this time, instead of her typical short introduction of her first name only, Ally gave her first name and surname. She didn't realize it until after she had spoken, and when she did realize what she had said, it puzzled her. But, instead of silently scolding herself for giving out an odd introduction (well, odd for her), and simply pushed the thought to the back of her mind, telling herself to ignore it.

"I'm, ummm, Ally Costello."

((meh, my muse has temporarily died xP Sorry about the shortness.))[/size]

[bat]

Bastien smiled encouragingly. This was quicker than he thought, and although his lust was impatient to be fed, he didn’t want to waning minutes with this ‘Ally’ to end entirely. He let his tongue run over his fangs a few times, urging himself to be patient if only for a few minutes. But he found he couldn’t, or at least just barely. His lungs heaved and he disguised his heavy breathing with a cough. He licked his lips quickly again as they began at a slow pace, towards the gathering of trees he had come out of. He urged Louise to hide silently. Surely an individual would feel less confused if there were more than one vampire there, the vibes bumping into one another until the air felt less heavy, the attention less concentrated, and the security less false feeling. Only as always, Bastien didn’t want to share and was going to hoard his time with the Costello girl.

‘You may call me Bastien if you wish.’ He said, if only to be polite. He risked a glance to see her, a small graceful neck hidden slightly by thin pastel-colored tendrils.

The pair approached the trees and Louise doubled over, springing from the spot quickly and hiding behind another tree a few feet away as she eavesdropped. In a few minutes, Bastien would find a way to wrap his arms around her one way or another – whether she was conscious or not. Then the same old routine would follow only not so detailed and slow as the movies. Vampires were to clumsy for the whole romantic dip. Though it was true some like Bastien associated the same hormonal thrill of romance with the same lust and passion for blood, it was hard to separate the two. After Bastien found a vein, it would be then the Hollywood movie ended and real life – or should she say afterlife – began. Much different from eating, a disgusting habit that now made Louise’s stomach turn whenever she saw humans do so, there was no chewing or loud sucking, slapping noises involved. These were things her sensitive ears could pick up and they made her feel sick. Vampires were silent, sucking only if they pulled out a lot of blood from the victim or if the wound was small. A human heartbeat, although small, was immensely powerful and capable of pumping gallons of blood into a vampire’s mouth in a few moments. No need for slurping loudly.

Louise didn’t like to watch, still having an unusual attachment and jealousy to the victims he chose. So it went like this; Bastien would suck the living daylights out of the women he chose and Louise would be the first to mourn for them. Sometimes she took their clothing. Risking a peek from afar, Louise decided to pick and choose if she found a skirt or a piece of jewelry she liked.

[ally]

A light smile, yet hesitant, tugged on Ally's lips as Bastien introduced himself, her head bobbing once or twice in a slow nod. She noticed Bastien glance over at her, it looked as if he was looking at her face instead of her neck from the way she saw it, which seemed normal to her. She paid no attention to it, instead forcing her gaze to the ground once more. Ally was still quite oblivious to everything, including the girl hiding in the trees. She didn't hear the other girl, nor was she listening for any sound that may've been produced by another being. She was still caught up in her thoughts about the interesting man she was walking with to notice anything out of the ordinary.

"It's, errr, nice to meet you, Bastien."

Ally forced herself to say something, forced herself to interrupt the generally puzzled thoughts that ran through her mind. She was still pondering over the vibe she got from him, as well as a number of other feelings she had felt tonight. Ally lifted her eyes from the ground to see where they were going, the scenery they passed was generally familiar to Ally. Well, at least I'm not lost, she told herself, taking a quick glance over at Bastien. She couldn't say she trusted him, because she didn't.

((If you want, Bastien can turn her.))[/size]

[bat]

(( Okay, although, be warned - Bastien is a young vampire. He barely knows the ropes himself, and is not likely to stick around and show Ally what to do when he can't even with his own sister. But that idea is tempting, in the same way it would be interesting to give it whirl...Unless of course you want Ally to escape which I don't mind either, it could still be fun. ))

Bastien raised a hand to his chest. She would not be the type to fall head over heels for sure, and yet he didn’t feel like playing cat & mouse at the moment. He had put off time long enough, and he was already starting to feel the panicky sensation rise in his throat. He enjoyed the way she smelled, his perceptive nose picking up the hint of what she did in a day, where she went. If he had gotten closer he could have tasted it, something that didn’t make sense in hindsight although he suspected it could. Patting down the front of his jacket he wasted no time in hastily getting to the point, wondering if he had misjudged her all along.

‘Do you believe in Monsters, Ally chérie?’ The last word escaped his hungry lips without him meaning to, the endearing french sentiment escaping with a gasp along with the question that came before it. His ears perked as he heard Louise’s position change. She was uncomfortable. He frowned, his expression melding in with the same Ally was watching and he regretted it. He didn’t mean the answer to scare her, or answer another she had asked about the danger in the surrounding scenery, ignoring the fact she was taking a stroll with vampire. It was merely to provoke an answer, something Bastien could base his next move off of. She was insightful of his nature, and he wanted to indulge her imagination to see to what limits it could reach. His favorite part. He pulled out a cigarette from his coat pocket to calm his nerves.

She moved restlessly behind the tree when he called her a pet name. He was so uncouth it was charming. He never called her things like that, the way he said her name being enough of a little ruffle on her ego. For the first time in her existence as a vampire, Louise wanted the night to end, and wanted Bastien to get the girl so she would never have to see her again.

[ally]

((I think Ally would manage for the most part without much proper teaching, and I think it'd be quite interesting if he did turn her sometime in this thread, so, no, if you'd want him to turn her, she won't escape.))

Ally lifted an eyebrow momentarily at his question. 'Do you believe in monsters?'
She thought he was joking, though after a moment realised he probably wasn't. She was unsure of how to answer his question, at least for a few moments. Did she believe in monsters? Well, Ally couldn't say she did. Monsers were quite childish. It's like believing in ghosts or haunted houses. No, Ally stopped dearing the boogey man and others like that back when she was around 8 or 9 years old. But now? No, she believed in no types of monsters. Including Vampires. But she didn't say that, instead she gave mildly sarcastic words.

"Depends on what kind of Monsters you're talking about."

She had heard him refer to her as 'Ally cherie', though, because she had no idea what it meant (Ally had a hard enough time in highschool that she barely paid attention in her second language class, which happened to be Spanish, mind you,) she paid no attention to the unknown word. What she did pay attention to for a moment was the sound of something behind a tree. She hadn't heard it before, though now she heard a light rustling of leaves. Her head cranked sharply to the side, looking in the direction of the tree. Probably just an animal, she told herself, figuring that if there was another being out here, she probably would've seen them. Despite her thoughts, she kept her gaze on the trees, expecting to see some sort of an animal scurry up the tree.[/size]