Waiting to see you again ((OPEN))

[aiden]

Aiden rounded the corner. Even being in Egypt made his 'friends' score and still kick him out of the apartment. It was true bullshit. He couldn't even be alone for five minutes without one of his buddies coming home and telling him to get out because they were busy and no one needed to be around to hear what they were going to 'talk' about. It made him sick. Sometimes they didn't even wait for him to leave. They just started, no warning, nothing. He had hardly any time to do anything. He had to carry his shoes, belt and rings with him while roaming the streets of Cairo. People were staring at him and he even heard a few whispers coming from the other people that saw him. "What the hell happened to him? Had to leave in a hurry or what?" And, yes of course he got a few snippy remarks from some bullshit starters. But fucking with him right now, would not be the best thing to do. He was already pissed, and he had the strength of more than four times the people he heard. Hopefully, if they did start something, they weren't planning on winning.

He rounded another corner. Hardly anyone was on that street at the moment, so he looked around, trying to find a spot to re-gather himself. He found an abandoned step in front of a building. He wasn't sure it was a house or some form of a working establishment. He didn't really care, he just wanted to stop walking with only his socks on and get himself together. He sat down on the step and extended his legs out in front of him. He brushed off one sock and placed his foot in the light blue shoe. He tied it and did the same with the other foot. He had fairly large feet, and the old saying about men with big feet.. Well, he wasn't going to get into that thought right now. He chuckled at the random thought that posed into his head. He stood back up and brushed off his ass, making sure there was no dirt or anything on his white and grey colored shorts. He laced his studded belt, that he got as a gift from Lucy, through the loops and slid it into the fourth setting.

He started back down the random street he had turned onto, noticing there was still almost no one on the street. He un-capped the ring for his tongue and laced it through, easy as hell. He never had a problem with that one. It was always the lip one. Good thing he managed to grab the good ring from his stand back at the hotel before escaping into the hot and humid night. He un-capped the lip one and laced it through, as easy as the tongue one. He kept walking, not knowing where the hell he would end it. It wouldn't really matter. His friend would be at it all night, so he really didn't want to go back. He lifted the collar of his blue shirt to allow the humid air escape down, flowing out the bottom. It was fairly warm outside. He wasn't very accustom to the weather here in Egypt, not quiet yet. He crossed from the street he was on, onto one that was jam packed full of people. His eyes widened and he knew that trying to get through this mess would be hell.

He looked around franticly, making sure no one was watching and jumped up onto a dumpster and onto the top of a building. He jumped, highly from one rooftop to another and landing swiftly on each. He reached the end of the street and hoped down off of the side of the last building onto the concrete sidewalk. He stuck the landing and crossed yet another street. This one was average, enough people there to call it civilized, but not too many that would restrict anyone from entering the roadway. He slalomed around the people just standing and the people using pay phones. He remembered back from when he left the apartment knowing it was around ten. It was way to early for him to go to a bar. So he just stuck with the plan of aimlessly roaming random streets. Until it was around midnight and then he would have to find a bar to hang around in.

[angelique]

A forsaken wasteland; a place broken beneath the gaze of Heaven where the Earth - possibly once harboring plants of many species - now runs with cracks resembling ebony serpentine beasts, and is brittle beneath even the lightest of passing bodies. A wind caressed those it could touch in a manner that only a cruel and heartless man would use upon a wench who had the gall to disobey his orders. The surface of the parched topography, that seemed to never end upon the bosom of the vista, dissolved into fine dust at the softest of touches and with a slight breeze, it would play an illusion upon the untrained eye that a dust storm was on the way, but alas, the only storm to pass this day was one of thunder. Skyward, you wouldn’t see the alluring blue of the ocean or any other form of water, but a sickening ashen that showed sign of a storm as the harbingers gathered to unleash the fury of a tempest. But no matter how the natives danced in their primal circles, the rain did not fall, only the thunder played the fools and gave them false Hope; it did give them some shade from the unmerciful sun that would normally make a buffet for the buzzards that now rested with watchful eyes upon a tree, the first for miles, just waiting for a passing creature to drop from exhaustion so they could submit to the sin of Gluttony and Greed.

Jovial rings of children’s mirth did not pass through the splayed expanse, howls of pain and pleas for Life did not fall on deaf ears; how could they, when the sound was not made to begin with? First appearances were everything, and thus far the appearance of this place, left a weary traveler to wonder if they were truly abandoned unlike the stories claimed.

The beasts were foul with rotting flesh, Cheshire grins, and nefarious eyes that held the charm of Medusa herself, though instead of entrapping the enemy in stone they paralyzed the victim with fear. Horror stories passed from a mothers' lips to a scared childs' ear, warned of the beasts and how they sought deviltry and witchcraft from us, to satiate their carnal desires for sustenance and survival. Even if the thought of cannibalism came to mind, but were they technically still considered the same beasts as us, or was it considered cannibalism when they did not devour our flesh? Again and again another child went missing from their mother, to be taken by the soul, sucking hands of the demon wolves, who could also be called the living dead, never to be seen again. Like any other tale, this brought forth the fear of them by simple-minded foolhardy wolves who knew nothing of their ways. Mayhap we should have listened to mothers' tale, for if we did, we wouldn’t have to worry about such a glorious enemy. Just leave them and their cause be and you’ll be safe mother says. Ah, yes, mother always does know what is best for her darling little children - unfortunately for some, this was not the case. Anyone will say what they need, lies or half-truths, to save themselves and cover-up their own mistakes. In a world as corrupt as this, no one was to be trusted.

Porcelain-laced legs with the grace of a gliding phantom were neatly folded into a sitting position as elegant as the posture of an Angel - or was it a Demon? As striking, icy-teal eyes laid upon the road ahead, thoughts came and went as quickly as if clamor of thunder vibrated the sky, like raging Gods at war. Face contorted into one of utter disgust; though would simply not do when I had the mindset of the spoiled, beautiful Queen that would only accept clothing embroidered in thinly forged gold and the finest lace money could buy.

Queen? How can I hold myself so high, you ask? Well, I was Divinity’s creature, beautiful, mesmerizing those that watched me. By the taffeta-ley of my hips that held sway, that was where the captivation was held.

I continued to watch this man, who appeared desperate to leave the situation he had been kept in, as a raging lion roars in anger to who passes his cage of incarceration with a bemused look upon their face. I followed him, keeping to the shadows, lest the sun's rays caress my skin and burn me in the fires I had been born in. It was not long before nighttime settled, and the welcoming, cool air was more than euphoria upon this exotic body. Call me vain, if you will.

Now, why was I following this man? Because I had nothing better to do that was why.

Porcelain feet suited in diamond-aligned heels touched the earth in something that was beyond grace, my hips swayed with envious feminine grace as I strutted to the bar the man had entered, putting in bold quotations the curves that gently caressed my exotic and model-like body, my steps almost like gliding upon clouds. Beautiful, I was, such intricate features, a Goddess I was to all; no creature could surpass my beauty. I out shined the others, I was a looker, beautiful, and devilish, yet at the same time, different and alone.

I walked into the bar dressed in a finely-made, crimson-velvet and gold-silk mini dress swathed over with a luxurious coal-pelt anorak; I took a seat, ignoring the lust looks male humans casted and the envious glares the women shot. Oh well .. my eyes flickered to the man, and back at my drink arrived, the waiter whistling at me. Now, the man was not all that handsome, but he was decent. A good-looking man, but that was all.

I would only wait.

[aiden]

Aiden wandered around for a while. Nothing really to do, and most of the pricks were in the bar now, so he would have to wait. He rounded a couple of corners and slalomed around more and more people. There were many streets just like the past one where he had to go around. But he wouldn't go around these. No, he just pushed through people. Shoving them to the sides and some even out into the road. "Hey buddy! Watch where you're going!" Many of the people he pushed yelled so he retaliated, usually. "Well, why don't you just get the fuck out of the way?!" He was being a dick right now. But it was no new news to him. He was usually like that. Especially now because of what his 'friend' had done not that long ago. That really did tick him off. He was tired of having to change his ways just for his friends. He needed a drink, and he needed it immediately. He ran at top speed, appearing as just a burr to other humans on the dark streets of the night. He finally rounded another corner to find himself at the front of a bar.

He walked in front of a tinted window of the bar itself. He turned sideways to make sure his hair wasn't fucked up from the 'trip' he had just made. He, of course, had cowlicks again. He pressed down the back of his hair, close to his skull. Attempting to smooth out the imperfections that annoyed him majorly. He got most of them, but some of them wouldn't go down. "Fuck it. I don't even care, I just need a damn drink." He mumbled to himself under his breath. He flipped his hair to the side and took a couple of paces toward the bar. He grabbed the giant, what appeared to be, chrome handles of the big oak wooden doors and hesitated for a moment. He didn't know if now was the time. He was getting ferociously hungry, and being in a place like this might not be the best thing for him right now. Oh well. If he did go into the bar like this. He might have a chance to actually get something, someone, to have a meal on. If he didn't and he just walked away. He didn't know if he would after all find anyone, by themselves that he could lure away.

He took his chances and flung the giant wooden doors open at top force. He stepped through glancing at the people who eyed him as he forced himself into the place. He paced over to the bar and flung himself up onto the bar stool. He pounded his fists on the table, as if to attract the bartenders attention. Of course, his luck, it didn't make the bartender move faster. Actually it backfired and made him go slower. "Just a moment." Aiden nodded a simple 'sure' and fiddled with his rings with his tongue. Afterward, having to adjust his lip one with his hand. That damn thing would never stay in place. No matter how hard he tried to keep it in place. He waited a little while longer, if the bartender didn't hurry up, then Aiden would flip his lid. He was in a shitty mood and he didn't feel like dealing with people right now. He just wanted to get a drink and then maybe find someone to lure off and then go back to the apartment.

Finally the bartender neared him. "What'll it be son?" Aiden eyed the man. Who ever greeted someone like that? "A bloody Mary. Thanks." The bartender disappeared for a moment and came back with his drink. He nodded another 'thanks' and then gulped down half of it. He swung around in his chair to scope out who all was there after all. He took a deep breath, expecting it to just smell all like human. But not this time. He took another breath, just to make sure he wasn't imagining things. No, the sent was there, it didn't go away. This couldn't be. Out of all of the places in the entire world. There had to be another vampire here. He curled his lip and took another swig of his drink. He had finished it and sat it on the bar behind him to get a refill as soon as the bartender noticed. He leaned forward in his chair and looked out at all of the people he could see. Even in the dim lighting of this place. He snarled lowly and leaned back against the bar. If he didn't find the vampire of the bunch now. Then he would eventually find them when the hours of the bar were over.

[angelique]

Guinèvere laughed quietly as she saw his distraught expression, oh, poor man. Never had she met such a frustrated Vampire, she sipped her drink before she could surpass a giggle, liking the way the fine brew cooled down her scorching, aching throat, scourging over her delicate buds. She figured the male Vampire would not notice her, but she indeed take in of his nostrils flaring as he caught her aroma.

Still, it wasn't that hard to tell her apart from every stinkin' human here. She stood up, the glass of chalice in one hand, and a cigar at the edge of her jaw as she strutted to him like a snake, or perhaps, a sly vixen; she held her own kind of charm, and instead of being the charmed, she was the charmer. With a rock of her brilliant hips there, a sway of those dancer-length legs here, and a bit of a bounce to her silken hair as she fluttered those thick lashes that held beautiful, neon amber-teal eyes, it was as if she had the instrument that made anyone sway and dip to her whim.

Ah, but one must never trust a serpent, for they strike without warning; a venom that would paralyze even the strongest of immune systems.

Guinèvere then took a seat beside him, not glancing at him, more or less, her eyes stared at her drink, once soft now hardened as if you were to slide a diamond's surface across brimestone. There, on her rose-red lips, graced a smirk, she was clearly enjoying thing. Her throat shook lightly with slight amusement to the man, her abnormally long fangs being exposed, before she spoke her own words with a malicious tint behind them.

"Mind if I sit here?"

Her voice soft as the forest sounds and birdsongs that equated the beginning epoch of daylight. She was like a Siren. Her songs created illusions of your desires or your fears. Either to have you work for them or against them. They were beautiful, hypnotizing, and soothing to any ear who had the pleasure of listening. And it rolled like the supple curves that her Goddess body possessed.

She then, at last, looked at him. A smile upon her lips as she took a sip of her drink, eyeing him over the rim of the glass with an impish glance. Her smile held something out of place, for upon them, at the edge of it, there struck the point of a fang.

[aiden]

Aiden watched as the girl approached him. He thought she was going to just stand in front of him the entire time, that was, until he looked over at the empty chair beside him. He sighed with relieve and spun around in his chair to face the bar again. He asked the bartender for an ashtray and lit a cigarette. He took a drag off of it and exhaled the smoke. Forming a somewhat cloud in front of his face. He pushed the tray to the edge of the bar while whipping back around to face the girl. He took yet another drag and exhaled rhythmically. He gulped down the rest of his bloody Mary and sat the empty glass on the bar. He leaned back onto the bar and watched as the girl came up to him, and sat down beside him on the empty chair. He took yet another drag off of the smoke and placed it back in one of the slots in the ash tray.

"Mind if I sit here?" She didn't even give him a chance to answer. "Uhm.. sure, I guess." He asked the bartender for yet another drink, but this time, spicing up the flavors. From a cool yet somewhat casual Bloody Mary. To a throat burning Vodka on the rocks. He downed about four shots before turning back to his smoke and the girl sitting next to him. He took yet another drag from the smoke and exhaled. Shortly after he squished the but of the cigarette into the black plastic of the ashtray and pushed it toward the front of the bar and asked for a couple more shots of Vodka.

He swiveled around again in his chair. And caught yet another whiff of the vampire. It was the girl sitting next to him. He curled his lip and glanced over at her. He was getting ferociously hungry and he needed to eat something now. He reached back for another shot of the Vodka. “So, what brings you here to Egypt?” He downed the last of the shots he had of vodka before the bartender refused to give him anymore, thinking that he was a regular human that would get just about, uncontrollably drunk at this point. He glared at the bartender and lit another smoke and took a long drag and exhaled the left over smoke.

[angelique]

She stared at him as he took shots; the idiot would be thrown out if he didn't stop, but to her relief, the bartender refused to give anymore. Guinèvere exhaled a puff of smoke from her cigar, which she dandily let it dangle between a wedge of to slender fingers. There was something on his mind as his lip rose in the beginning of a snarl; he was in ire.

Guinèvere tilted her head as she shot down a glass of Piscola and Mojito as if she had been a prized winner; it was an alternative for blood. Though blood was richer than the finest of wines, and the relief of having the liquid cool off her aching throat sent a wave of euphoria along her spine. She cursed inwardly as her nails which had been curled into a fist to secure the cigar tore into her palm in frustration to the though. Bloody shit.

“So, what brings you here to Egypt?”

"Me? I was bored to Death, nothing to do .. I suppose it's a ridiculous answer, no? But other than that, sight-seeing? It's beautiful here."

Guinèvere blew another puff of smoke, looking on at the glasses of many bottles of Vodka, cocktails, dirty dogs, Devil's whiskers, B & B, all the drinks that could make a sane man into one with a mental-case. She ordered from the bartender a few more shots, giving some glasses to the man, who appeared pissed that he had been refrained from any more.

The bartender glared at Guinèvere, a face that said he led a shitty life.

"Hey, I told him no more - "

Guinèvere stood up sharply, pointing the head of her gun to the man's throat, her lips curled in delight as her nostrils flared to let in the human scent as her nails caressed the bartender's hair, weaving her finger through his curls.

"Fuck off, or would like to get your brains fuckin' splattered against this bar?"

She smiled, her lips yet pursed, but her expression did not hide her evil intent. The bartender simply opened his eyes, wide, his movements stilled to mute, and every twitch of his body had turned into a flinch of pain and the moisture of prespiration from the killer anxiety; the bar turned deathly silent as they awaited his answer.

"Uh .. o-okay .. just .. fine."

He sputtered, his voice desperate for her finger not to pull the trigger, he braced himself, and the seconds ticked by, it was crucial, but for Guinèvere, it was pure pleasure.

"Smart answer, dumbass."

Guinèvere removed the gun, sitting down with a smile as she took yet another shot. The bar continued to remain silent, the bartender's breath had gone from heavy pants to shallow sighs, as his hands shaked and pupils dilated, but then ever so gradually, took in noise once more. As if they had forgotten that a man's life had almost been taken. And the bartender slipped away.

Guinèvere smiled at the male Vampire with sincere serenity, she raised a glass and took the shot, grimacing at the bitter chalice with delight.

"What's your name, sweetie?"