[OPEN] No Rest for the Wicked

[Giselle Audley]

[OOC: This board looked so lonely! I decided to take it upon myself to fix that. Looking for 2-3 people for this? Any species welcome ]






Viva Las Vegas. Giselle Audley arrived by plane from France three nights ago with a case of clothes in one hand, and a case of blood bags in the other. For a place where the sun shone the brightest, there were many vampires. The general population christened Vegas as, "The place to be." Optimism and ecstasy was a wide spreading disease here. Upon entering the city, the disease consumed the average tourist, whisked them away to the dazzling shows followed by other infamous attractions until they ultimately found themselves in a casino. From there, a dice or a hand of cards determined their fate. Many left the vivacious city in ruins. Giselle's late husband, Jack Audley, was one of them.

Unlike the average tourist, the sinful disease did not claim Giselle. She was like a black cloud raging through when she stalked down the boulevards, mouth set in a thin line, eyes reflecting her mission. When she passed another being, her dark mood caused the masses to stir uneasily, recognize the red-head wasn't going to take shit from no one, and promptly back up. At any given moment she could explode, as if the thunder was building inside her chest and when provoked, would make it's way to her lips. Giselle was on a short fuse, and would remain so until this trip came to a close.

It was blasphemous to many that Giselle wasn't here for play. The vampire was strictly here for business, nothing more. None of Vegas tempted her or swayed her from her objective. She regarded the city through cold, lifeless eyes, and as just another place. It was vital she remain stoic for the duration of her visit. She knew if she let herself get out of control, it would mean certain death. Naturally, some mental preparation was necessary before taking this voyage, a full month to be exact. The result was a detached, emotionless empty shell. There was simply nothing left when the process was completed. Of course, she hadn't fully recovered from the prior month, but that was why she was here - to completly recover.

You see, young as she was in vampire years, Giselle Audley had been through such a terrible ordeal during the past six months, that she could be considered an ancient. She sired her human lover, Jack. They were married. Jack stole her money away, left her, and came here, to Vegas. He gambled it all and beyond away, leaving himself in a huge debt. He came back to his wife after seven years to murder her and inherit the rest of her money. His plan was flawed. Jack was murdered because Giselle fell in love with another man, and became the wiser to his scheme. That was the cliff noted version of her telling tale. Everything that happened in between - which is indescribable - was her ruin.

Giselle was still in love with Lars, even though he murdered Jack. It took a while to get over it, but eventually she recognized she was better off without him. She forgave Lars. Giselle was here in Vegas because she received many threatening phone calls from loan sharks who were waiting for money. She informed Lars about her future whereabouts -- for all she knew he could have followed her -- and then flew over to clean up her ex-husbands mess. She was all but thrilled.

Giselle was not another face in the crowd, to her dismay. Jack knew a lot of people, and a lot of people knew Jack. Those same people knew Giselle. If there was one word that could describe Jack, it would be proud. He broadcasted his tale to everyone he met, proud of the fact that he duped his wife into thinking he left to see the world, and how he succeeded in stealing her money. Everyone knew her like and old acquaintance now -- unfortunately the things they heard about her were insulting to her intelligence. She was constantly referred to as, "The Bimbo". So many people knew Jack, it was like he made it a point to have a relation to everyone. Even those who weren't part of his inner circle knew him as, "The man with the gambling problem".

Then there were Jack's close friends and the Vegas Tramps. When they heard Jack would not be returning and he was in fact, dead, Giselle was pushed to the top of their hit-lists. She wasn't on the streets for a minute before a bullet tore through her heart or a knife was jabbed between her shoulder blades. Most of these people were ignorant humans. However, she had four close calls when it was a vampire trying to do her in.

She was hated by everyone who cared about Jack. A two timing bastard like him had to have many enemies, but not one of them made themselves known to her. She had to comfort herself with the knowledge that somewhere in Vegas someone was having a silent cheer. She was getting sick and tired of feeling and seeing all the Jack-love. A month ago she would have bashed the tramp in who had an intimate thing with Jack. But when she saw them now, she regarded their presence listlessly and said to herself, This woman slept with my husband. After that she coldly turned her back and walked away.

This is how it was for the past three nights. On this fourth, and final night, Giselle chose to stay in the hotel; she didn't fathom gouging bullets from her chest again. The night club was open, but the indoor pool was closed. It was to this place Giselle went to seek solidity. There really was no better time for a vampire to go swimming. For the full effect, Giselle donned, along with a bikini and flip flops, a hat and sunglasses. A sarong was tied off around her slender waist. Under one arm she had a towel, her opposite hand was clutching three blood bags.

She broke the lock with ease, found the light switches, and thus the indoor pool became her's for the night. She tossed the towel and blood on a lounge chair and abandoned the hat, glasses, sarong, and flip flops. The color of the water suggested an icy temperature, but she didn't doubt it was heated. It wasn't often she went swimming, and there wasn't a better time for peace and relaxation; or so she thought. She didn't hesitate any longer to step up to the diving board, raise her arms above her head, and bound off. She curved her back and gracefully dove head first into the warm water. She commenced to take a series of laps across the pool.

On her fifth lap, she head a door click shut. She didn't care enough to look. Concern for her welfare was minimal ever since Jack was murdered. She could barely hear the footfalls on the tiles over her strokes. Someone was here. Human or vampire, she couldn't tell because of the strong aroma of chlorine. She paid no mind to the presence of another slipping beneath the surface of the pool. However, she was forced to attention when a hand slapped around her ankle, and she was jerked unceremoniously underwater.

It took no time at all to recognize her assailant. Vegas tramp number five was back for round six. This one was human, fortunately. Giselle's heated temper came back in waves. She was angry and irritated the blonde with ginormous boobs had the nerve to stalk her back to the hotel. She'd never met a tramp with such persistence as her's. This time Giselle wasn't going to spare her life. Giselle played the role or "Bimbo", as these tramps so fondly refer to her as, well. Vampires couldn't drown, but tired humans could. Giselle flailed in the water, gasped for air, and cried almost a little too passively, "arrrrrrgh. oh no. you bitch." Giselle was wearing the human down, and the prospect of her death was appealing and revitalizing enough to make the vampire's act more convincing, her shouts more anguished the thrashing more frantic. Louder she called, "HELP! SOMEONE HELP!"

[Ali Ambrose]

Sin city. The devilish nickname fit it perfectly. This city was one of gambling, drinks, bars, and shows. And even if the city had tried to make it more family oriented, the fact still remained. Vegas would be and always would be, an adult city. Not a place for a child to go strolling. The lights and the hustle and bustle were enough to captivate a human grown up. Make them walk around in a daze but they would end up in the one spot where the city made all its money. The casinos. And there were lots of them. All with appealing names. Something that would catch the eye and bring the beholder inside. And then the leaches known as card dealers would suck you dry. But not of blood. Of your money and sanity. Many people would just sit there and waste away at the tables. There were cases when they would sell everything they owned just for one more hit of the cards. Gambling was a drug. And Las Vegas was the supplier.

Among the strip, people blended together and mixed like nothing was different about anyone. But even if the city was a natural melting pot, the people on the street kept their distance from one person in particular. She wasnt very tall and didnt seem to be a very big threat. In fact, at first glance you would think she was just some ordinary girl. She was only 5'2 in height with long curly brown hair that framed her pale, china doll face. She was so pale her skin seemed to glow with all the bright lights of the city. Her eyes were a fiery red and looked like the flames of hell themselves had come up to consume her. And even though she looked no older then fifteen she still had an air to her that said you didnt want to mess with her. That she was the hunter and you would be the hunted if you didnt back off and quickly. Human instinct supplied the fact that they should stay away from her. That she was dangerous. Which in fact was true. She was a vampire. A creature of the night.

But Ali wasnt a killer like some of her kind. She hated the vampire part of herself. The part that could hurt anyone if she so chose. And her eyes were the blood red because she hadnt fed in a long time. Her body was starting to weaken. She needed to hunt soon. But she was afraid to. Fearful that she would kill more then one person if she killed at all. Which she preferred to not do. She had even started considering blood banks. No harm there right? And she could feel less guilty about the killing. Prove that she wasnt dangerous. And if she went to a blood bank, she wouldnt have to worry about going into a lust. She could just have more bags. And she had to say, the people flinching away hurt a tiny bit. She wasnt actually going to hurt them. But she couldnt tell them that. They were probably confused as to why they instinctively knew to stay away. People didnt give humans enough credit.

But then again, they could be rather dumb to. A vampire beauty drew humans to them. Something so gorgeous just naturally called to you. Its what made them the deadly hunter. Even now, Ali could see males with fear laced eyes glancing at her. Lust starting to build in their eyes. She may only look fifteen, but the effect was still the same. And she was older then her appearance. She could even legally drink, even though the alcohol wouldnt effect her in the tiniest way. A vampire couldnt get drunk. Looking at all the humans Ali wanted to run back to her hotel room and stay locked in there. But thats where she had been all day! She had arrived in the city a few days earlier and would roam at night and stay locked up and watch TV during the day light hours. As she always did where ever she went. All though, London was by far the best place with its foggy gloomy days.

The lights gleamed as she walked by, hands her in pockets of her coat and just hummed. This city brought back memories. When she had been changed she had run here. Hunted and stayed hidden and learned about what she was. Many times she had taken this very path and in a way she felt like she was that scared little girl again. Boy had her life changed so much since then. She had just wanted to come here on a whim and so here she was. Passing familiar hotel names such as, The Flamingo Hilton, The Luxor, The MGM Grand, The Balleys hotel, Caesars Palace. The list went on. If there was one thing Vegas lacked, it was not hotels and gambling. Even without going into the hotels themselves she could hear the ching ching ching of winners who got lucky in the casinos attached. The shuffling of cards, the rumble of game levers being pulled and the sliding of the wild cherry wild cards on the slot machine itself. All of this her sensitive ears picked up.

But as she was passing by the Belagio hotel she stopped for a minute to watch the water show playing in front of the hotel. It was gorgeous beyond belief. The waters swaying back and forth in time to the music that was gently coasting out of hidden speakers on poles around the fenced in lake. It was her favorite show out of them all. So simple and beautiful. And you didnt even have to pay to watch it. It was just there for your entertainment. She had to see it at least twice every night. Once on the way to where ever she was going. And then once on the way back. And if she was extra bored or had nothing to do, she would sit and wait for the next show. It was just lovely and she could watch it all night. However, she tilted her head to the side as she heard something else that was faintly coming from inside the hotel. The music playing made it hard for her to hear it clearly but it sounded like someone needed help.

So being the curious little vampire she was she left the audience that was watching the show and entered into the hotel itself. The lobby was stunning with gold and red washed walls and a large chandelier in the center of it all. There was a grand staircase to the side and she went to it and took the stairs two at a time until she was out on the first floor. She could smell the light burn of chlorine. Swimming pool perhaps? And as she kept walking down the hall she heard the screams grow louder. Was no one hearing this? She was amazed no one but her could hear the frantic screaming. As she found the in door pool she tilted her head again at the sight that she saw. By scents, she could tell it was a human and a vampire woman. The human seemed to be trying to drown the vampire. But being one herself she knew that vampires couldnt drown. But the female vamp continued to thrash and she felt like she needed to help her.

Walking in carefully, she tip toed around to where the human wouldnt hear her and then grabbed one of the poles the life guards would use for cleaning out unwanted things. She turned it in her hands so the pole side would be facing the human. She closed her eyes and then swung at the human and winced as she felt the pole connect with the human womans skull. Ali hoped the hit was enough to make the human let go and then they could drag her out and put her on the side. Because by the sound of the hit, Ali's guess was that she would be knocked out. If not a concussion. But the female vampire would have to drag the human out herself. She wasnt going near the water. Even if she couldnt drown she was still deathly afraid of it. She owed that all to her sister Kat who had almost drowned her when she was three. She didnt even take baths in fear her head would go under. Showers all the way.

Staying close to the wall she looked to the vamp and made sure she was all right. But to be sure she said, "Are you all right?" Ali was pretty sure she was, but it didnt hurt to be sure.


((Fangsta, this is the Belagio Hotel and the lake up front.))

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[Giselle Audley]

She screamed until her voice was raw, and even after she stopped her vocals still reverberated around the room. It was incredible no one had come to her rescue yet, but she liked it better this way. No one would have to see this pitiful blonde whore work herself to death. They were both underwater, the blonde was pushing Giselle beneath her by the shoulders. Giselle's body calmed, to the human eye it would appear she was losing consciousness. Then her eyes shot open, red with bloodlust, and pinned the human's gaze in a death lock. The blonde's misty blue's widened in shock. Giselle smiled wickedly, a mischievous devil's smile that looked quite frightening. She began laughing madly. The human released her, gasped, gurgled on the mouthful of water, and resurfaced.

Giselle followed suit, her monstrous laughter rising with her until it rang free and boisterously like her screams had. The human was free-styling it like a frog to get out of the pool and away from this otherworldly fiend. Giselle swam to her in double time and caught her around the middle. Now the blonde was screaming, the fear in her voice was intoxicating. Giselle grinned toothily and ordered silence mentally. The human was silent. "Did he hold you in his arms, kiss you full on the lips, and tell you he loved you?" Giselle cackled shrilly. "And did you believe he was all yours?" she demanded stridently.

The blonde stared at the monster violently, her eyes swiveling hotly in their sockets. But she did nor reply. "When he left did he say he needed to see other parts of the world? Did you feel the honesty and sincerity with every part of his body?" the blonde was glaring with that how-dare-you look. "Yeah, I did, too. Let it be known to you that none of it was real," Giselle erupted into a crazed fit of howling laughter which respectively turned to screams and cries for help when the infuriated human had her heart set on drowning a vampire again.

Finally, the cavalry came in the shape and form of a very young firl. A vampire girl. Giselle hoped to God she wasn't another one of Jack's. She watched warily as the pole was raised and extended, it was human bound. Giselle stopped screaming and held the exhausted human above the water, the struggle continued with less oomph than it had begun. "When you find Jack, give him my regards," she vocalized bitterly, but otherwise distantly. Plunk. The human was out like a light. Giselle released her and left her face down in the water. To her savior's question, Giselle rolled her eyes. "Fine," she muttered, annoyed by the stupidness of the question.

Giselle swam to the ladder and climbed out of the pool. She retrieved her towel and dried herself off. The vampire girl could have been a spot on the wall during the drying process. When Giselle was finished she acknowledged her presence and sighed heavily. "Okay, let's get on with it. I think it would be fair to warn you that I'm not very big with the mercy. So if you're sure, by the end of this be prepared to be chained to a very sharp cactus in the desert where you will remain so until sunrise because I swear to God I am so done with this shit," she drawled.

It was one after another with Jack's tramps. Even behind the closed doors of a hotel she couldn't catch a break. This vampire looked very young, but she was probably older than her body suggested. She wondered what Jack was thinking when he found this one. Giselle waited for her to make the first move with a hand on her hip, "It's ok, you can use the pool stick. No one believes in fair fights around here anyway," she remarked dryly.

[Ali Ambrose]

Growing up, Ali had been taught to make sure people were all right. To help them when they needed it. And that little lesson had never left her. Not from the moment they died all the way to becoming a vampire herself. She had kept that one little motto and she knew at times help wouldnt be appreciated but sometimes, it was needed. Looking over at the redheaded vampire who was speaking to a blonde that looked like a street walker for around here, she wondered if helping her had been the good move on her part. Sure the vampire looked like she had been in trouble, but then again, vampires couldnt drown. They could just take in a lot of water and spew it up later. So what was going through the other vamps mind? Well Ali wouldnt have known until she helped so help she had. And now she was starting to regret it. Something in the vamps demeanor told her she better be ready to defend herself if this went downhill.

As the redhead let the blonde slip below the water she wanted to speak up and say what in the hell was she doing? But this wasnt her place. She wanted to help the poor human, but that would mean going under water. And she wasnt about to do that. She hated the liquidly stuff with a passion and so she wasnt going in there. It made her feel disgusted with herself that she would even consider letting someone die because of a simple fear, but it was true. And so she let the guilt settle in. It would be there for a while, but she had fears just like everyone else. Hers was just stupid. She could face off and even mouth off to Sevanni Black and not wince. But water? Forget it. If Sevanni would have ever learned of this, she would have been in big trouble. There was no doubt in her mind he would have used that against her. So she tried hiding that fact as best she could. But looking at the vampire in front of her as she dried off, she realized her mistake.

She was standing to close to the wall. There was no way she wouldnt guess she was afraid of water. But maybe she hadnt noticed? She could only hope. But then the redhead turned to her and gave her a bored look on her face. Confusion flitted into Ali's eyes and she didnt know what the redhead was going to say. But what she did say was a huge shock to her. As she continued on, the confusion became even greater until it dawned on her. She thought she was here to fight her! Her eyes widened in shock and she took a step back and shook her head trying to think of a proper way to tell her that she had just heard her screaming and came to look what was going on. At the comment that she could use the pole, Ali looked at her hands that still held it and then let it crash to the floor. "No no no. Im not here to fight you. I swear. I came because I heard screaming. I didnt know what was going on so I came to look. Please...Im telling the truth. Im not here to fight you. I dont even know who you are!"

She hoped the other vampire could tell she wasnt lying. If this ended up in a fight she was screwed. She didnt want to fight someone that had done no harm to her. And she didnt want to be tied up to a cactus. Especially not when it would mean her death. She rather liked living and to live another day was a big goal for her at the moment. But in a way, she could see where the redhead was coming from. Apparently she had been attacked by a lot of people and Ali would get tired of it as well. But why was she being attacked by random people? Or were they random? But she wouldnt know those answers if this ended up in a fight. Because Ali wouldnt fight back. It would just be wrong to fight her when she hadnt come here to do so. And even if she got the snot beat out of her, she wouldnt take single move towards the redheaded vampire in front of her. She just hoped this outcome came out better then what she was preparing for.

[Giselle Audley]

The standoff continued in awkward silence. Giselle quirked a brow and beckoned for her opposer to hit her with her best shot. But the only movement she made was with her eyes, looking to the human. "What, her? Oh don't worry, darling! She's much happier now that she's with her love," Giselle laughed. Silence again. What the fuck was she doing? Trying to size Giselle up? Having second thoughts? The small vamp had to have figured out by now that her tiny body was no match for Giselle's finely toned one; she looked positively terrified backed up against the wall! Maybe she needed some room? Giselle took a step back.

The vampire didn't move to advance her, just clung to the wall like it was her lifeline. Interesting, an immortal afraid of water. Very interesting. The pole clanged to the floor, Giselle's jaw dropped. The little vamp proceeded to go off hysterically on how she didn't want to fight or know Giselle. She felt a little bad for scaring her, poor thing might start shaking like a leaf any second. Giselle kept her distance to give the vamp some breathing room, "Hon! Relax, I'm not going to fight you." Now that she had the floor, Giselle approached the vamp carefully. "See, I thought you were here to kill me! But more of that later," she waved away.

Giselle practically skipped to the vamp to close the distance, perfectly relieved by her benevolent nature. "Hi, I'm Giselle Audley," she pumped the vamps hand vigorously. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance! Seriously, you have no idea," Giselle dropped her hand. Within the close proximity, she noticed the vamps eyes were blood red. "Oh. You look starved! I have blood, care to join me for a drink? Excellent!" she seized the vamps wrist without waiting for an answer and excitedly pulled her toward the lounge chair with her stuff splayed everywhere. Giselle invited her to sit down and tossed a blood bag into her lap. She ripped one open herself and jumped right into conversation. "So who are you? Why are you in Vegas? And why are you afraid of water?! That's kind of silly, don't you think? Vampires can't drown!" she giggled.

[Ali Ambrose]

This day was just turning out so strange. She could tell that the other vampire was just waiting for her to make a move. And she wasnt going to. No matter how much her life might be in danger from this other vampire, she wasnt going to attack. She had no reason to attack. And even when the other vampire noticed her gaze travel to the human she didnt get any closer. One because she would have to get closer to the water then what her comfort zone was. But that didnt really matter as much as this vampire could probably kill her in a heartbeat. And she didnt feel like becoming an Ali-kabob. Thats for sure. She had burnt her hand a long time ago from the sun and she didnt want to repeat that process. She had gotten in trouble with that boyfriend. And even thinking about Landon made her heart ache. He had disappeared and she had no clue where he went. But she was pretty sure Stephan would complain about her dying as well.

Ali noticed though, that the vampire was studying her. Was she going to attack anyway? Even after her little rant on trying to save her skin? More like life. But her glance slid to the pool and she knew her secret was up. This vampire knew about her fear of water. And she couldnt deny it because it was plain and simple that she was afraid of the dark waters inside that pool. It didnt even matter on size. It could be a bath tub and Ali would be afraid of it. She was terrified of her head going under water. It was a childhood fear that would not let go no matter how hard you would try to let it not control you. The more you fought, the harder it was to let it go. And everyone had some fear. Even the vampires who were at the top of the food chain. Not a single person was without fears. Some just hid them better then others. Ali wasnt so good at hiding this fear. Her other fears were easier masked when she was at a calm state.

Then before she could blink, the other vampire was speaking up. And when she told her that she wasnt going to hurt her she let out a sigh of relief. And she was going to thank the other vampire, but she was already on the move. She had practically skipped to her side and was shaking her hand vigorously. All she could do was bat her eyes in confusion. It would take a moment before her brain would catch up to what was going on. And right as she caught her name and what she had thought she was doing, her wrist was in Giselle's hand and she was being dragged over to a set of chairs. She didnt know what to say really as a bag of blood plopped into her lap and the questions started coming out of no where. She blinked once and then opened the bag and started to take small sips, not guzzling it down like she wanted to. But she wiped away a few blood smears from her lips and then tilted her head slightly, like that of a curious child.

"Well. Im Ali Shadings. Its nice to meet you as well. And Im here in Vegas because I just needed a get away to think. And this was one of the first places that came to mind. I lived here a few years after being changed. And my love for cities came from this place. Its one of the closer places of what I call home." At her water question, Ali blushed slightly and she cleared her throat and then chuckled. "Yeah. It is kinda silly since I know I cant drown. But its a childhood fear of mine. My sister almost drowned me when I was five. My father saved me. And since then..I have been afraid of water. Mostly that my head would go under and then I wouldnt be able to get back up." She shrugged her shoulders gently and then looked at Giselle. "So what brings you here to Vegas? And why did you think I was trying to kill you?" Those were the two questions she really wanted to know. But if she didnt get an answer, that was fine to.

[Giselle Audley]

The vampire was a little shy, but once she started talking, Giselle was clinging onto every word. She smiled and nodded, uttered "uh-huh's" and "I sees" when necessary. The topic was a little droll for her, but she'd discuss the fascinating way inch worms moved for hours just to have a conversation with another vampire who wasn't bent on destroying her. She'd take the inch worm conversation over the one that focused on various tortures she would suffer, the way her death would come about, how she never deserved Jack, that she's a bitch, etc. etc.

She was a little overly excited about Ali's reason for being here, and her fear of water. Giselle was almost bursting with built up excitement, and was only containing it by squirming on her seat and getting really into the conversation. At this point, she'd rather walk around with a big flashing sign over her head to invite her adversaries to torture and kill her if she couldn't prolong this conversation to as far as if would go. Hell, she'd talk about inch-worms if it came to that.

Finally Giselle was the one being questioned. Without taking a breath, she told her tale, I'm here because my late husband used to live here after he left me when he claimed to be seeing the world but actually just wanted to steal all my money and title which he did for a little while before landing himself in debt then he came back to Paris to fuck me kill me and take the rest of my money to pay off his debts so he wouldn't die but I was very much in love with another man by then his name is Lars Trell and Lars discovered Jack's plan and killed him and I started getting calls from his loaners and they demanded that they be paid of I'd suffer for it so here I am cleaning up my fucking cheating two faced bastard ex husband's mess and I guess he slept with a lot of women because now all these women are trying to kill me for killing him and I was certain you were one of them!" Giselle exhaled violently.

She gave Ali a hard look, ready to pounce on her reaction. She took a sip of blood. "I swear I'm not crazy. Just putting out a little disclaimer," she added, just in case Ali had that thought which probably crossed her mind. Giselle fidgeted, she wanted more talk and less quiet. She was desperate for interaction. She'd been deprived for for too long, it was unhealthy.

She took pride in the fact that she could get through her story so matter-of-factly. For a while, it was difficult to even think, say, or hear Jack's name without bursting into tears. The shell she'd become closed off that part of her life. It was a good thing she endured the mental discipline, or she'd still be feeling suicidal. And if she came here feeling suicidal, then she wouldn't have let her first attacker get the chance to kill her before she killed herself after realizing the assailant was one of Jack's. After she was done in Vegas, she would be officially freed from Jack's influence.

[Ali Ambrose]

Ali could tell that Giselle must be craving for some sort of interaction with others. Any kind of conversation that would occur from talking either with a friend or someone you just met. Since she fell under the just met section, she was sure that poor Giselle must have gone in solitary for a long time with no people interaction. And that was saddening. No one should be denied a little bit of conversation. She knew what it was liked being utterly alone and no one there to talk to. Hell, she still knew. When ever she went places for her job, she wouldnt know anyone more then likely. She only knew one person here currently and that was Victor Ambrose. He was a bartender somewhere but she didnt quit know where. He didnt know she was here and she didnt plan on telling him. This was her little get away and if she told Vic she was here, he would fuss about her staying at a hotel and that she should check up with him. She knew how Vic was.

When her own little tale was up she noticed that Giselle had leaned slightly forward, that even though her story was neither exciting or worthy of an audience she seemed really into the conversation. And she had to hold back a chuckle from that thought that any conversation would be interesting to this vampire. But what Ali hadnt been prepared for was for Giselle's side of the story that had brought them to this little place by the pool. And what surprised her even more was that Giselle never took a breath as she told the whole tale.And Ali could only sit there in stunned silence. That was rather impressive. When the story came to an end, she smiled at the little disclaimer she added to the end, sipping some blood. "I dont think your crazy. And wow...what a tale. Im sorry for what ever has happened to you. The Fates can be so cruel at times." She told her and chuckled.

Normally when Ali talked about fate, she wasnt talking about the single word. No, Ali was probably one of the few people that still believed in Greek higher powers. Such as the gods and goddesses. Like The Fates, and Artemis, and Athena, etc. Mostly people would find this little information out from her term of The Fates. When people found out, she would give a small shrug and say people believed what they believed. Her belief was that a vampire couldnt possibly have a soul. And so if she believed in the single God that most people did, once she was dead, her life was gone forever. No rebirth, no heaven or hell. And even if she could be sent to one or the other, would it be hell because of what she is? With the Greek Pantheon, the heaven realm was the Elysian fields where someone was sent to if they lived a good life. There was still that tricky part with the soul possibly, but she had far better chances with the Greek gods.

Not to mention her mother had been the one to believe in that as well. Katra had never really been into it and maybe her sister believed in that sort of thing, but she wasnt sure. But her mother had taught them many things about the gods and goddesses. Who each person was, what they were the god or goddess of. The lessons were very flaky to Ali now, but she could still recall some of the major gods and goddesses. As Ali thought this over, she took a sip of the blood Giselle had given her and she glanced back to her host. "I can understand that you thought I was going to kill you. But im a very gentle person and dont like violence really. So there isnt any worry that Ill attack you. Not unless im really pissed off." Her eyes that had now changed back to brown held sincerity and she smiled softly to prove her point. She wasnt going to hurt Giselle and in fact, she enjoyed her company.

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle flashed Ali a smile, "I don't believe in fate. Fate is a delusion for the weak who can't be satisfied with the fact that they can't control their lives. It's nonsense," she scoffed. "But you were referring to the Fates? You're possibly the only vampire I've met who believes in such a higher power," how queer this little vampire was. For one thing she wasn't boring.

As Ali continued, Giselle's face hardened. "Then you'd better start getting used to it. We were made for violence. You were given fangs, a thirst for blood, and a body to endure it. It is in your best interest to start using these things, or you're not going to last much longer. How do you think I've stayed alive for this long?" Giselle was genuinely angry about this. Here was another vampire that didn't like violence. Lars was one of them, and Jack nearly killed him.

Giselle was worried for these benevolent vampires. She never felt this way before she met her lover, but now she assumed responsibility over them. "You need to toughen up," she growled, "Do not depend on other vampires to fight your fights, because most of the time they won't be around," one of her biggest fears was not being able to aid Lars in physical confrontation and losing him.

Giselle watched the water, which Ali was deathly afraid of. "Don't show any weakness. If I wanted to hurt you, I'd know to use your fear of water." Who would win a fight, Giselle or Ali? Giselle would, and what a sad truth that was. Giselle looked at Ali again, this time with scrutiny.

"I hope you don't think because you're small that makes you weak. I wonder... have you ever gouged out more than twelve bullets from your body, even after the entry would has healed over? Have you ever been stabbed through your neck, chest, back, shoulder, knee, leg? Or a vital organ and the blade goes into you and out the other side? Have you ever had more than half of the bones in your body broken, or all your joints dislocated? Were you ever severely burned?" Giselle could have continued, she could have discussed her many injuries and how she received them for hours, but she figured Ali got the point.

"I have. And you should have, too. Chances are, that's all going to happen to you at some point. Your body will be twisted and maimed in so many different ways both imaginable and unimaginable, and every time it happens, you'll experience something new. But you need to experience it and know how to drag yourself out of the fight. You need to learn your limits. I tell you this as a friend, start liking violence." Giselle knew her message was clear, and one way or another, she would make sure Ali used it.

[Ali Ambrose]

A small chuckle escaped her lips at the response that she was probably one of the only people around that believed in that kind of higher power. She couldnt deny it. She hadnt met very many people that her beliefs either. And in ways she knew it was silly to have beliefs. There was no proof, no logic to what ever people claimed. Gods, goddesses, THE god himself. Where did it all come from? But she didnt really mind. Her parents had drilled these things into her. And she took it like little kids took fairy tales. But her parents were now dead and gone. Murdered in fact. Her gaze slid to Giselles and she laughed softly once more. "Yeah. I doubt you will ever meet another vampire like me. Im one of a kind." She told her with a smile. She was pleased to have met Giselle. Being alone all the time wasnt the best of things. And she was alone at the current time.

How ever, Ali noticed the moment her face hardened and she knew she was going to get a pep talk. One hell of a pep talk. And she was right. Giselle went on to explain how she needed to get used to violence. Start toughening up and not showing her weaknesses. Such as the whole water thing. She herself had been trying to get over it for a while now. And she had been failing miserably for the longest time. She was better then before though. Now she would actually sit next to it and allow cars to drive over bridges with her in it. The words of wisdom though continued and she found herself vaguely nodding. She understood loud and clear what Giselle was trying to tell her. Her hand went to her side, where normally her gun halter was. She had a deadly job and she knew how to be vicious..but just didnt like it. Didnt like it at all. But it was a living and she had learned many lesson from that.

When the vampire was done she gave her a small smile. "I understand. I know im to gentle a creature at times. And that my heart gets in the way. As for the depending on others..I never do that. I have been alone since I was turned at the age of fifteen. I have learned many things in my life. Not all of them easy lessons. I have learned how to fend for myself and kill if needed. I will admit..I need to work on my weaknesses part..But I have a long life ahead supposedly. As for pain...I have endure tons. Mentally, physically, emotionally. You can name it. A vampire named Sevanni once captured me a while back and he sliced open my entire side and used a rib spreader to break my bones and rearrange the set up inside my body. I escaped and was very close to having been burnt to a crisp. But I survived. Sevanni has caught me four time...But each time I get away."

There was a small grin on her lips at this. It was true. She had gotten away from him every time. Either Sevanni was bad at keeping his prisoners or he just wasnt all that great that people thought him to be. She no longer thought of him as the dark boogey man in the night. She could get away. Just like she always had. "The most violent thing I have done was slaughter a little county in a city. Here in fact. In the suburbs. I was just turned...I lost it..Blood lust took over and I attacked the first person I saw. Then I went on to the next and the next..Until every person within a mile radius was dead." Her eyes held a haunted look to them and she sighed softly, shaking her head. She never wanted to be like that again. She would NOT be like that again.

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle laid back in the lounge chair, resting her hands on her ribs. She kept her half lidded eyes on Ali, nodding when necessary and inputting a few, "Uh-huh's" and "I see's". She didn't mean to be insensitive, but Giselle was bored. She liked Ali, she enjoyed listening to her. But she was just like the rest of the passive vampires. God, she's too nice... She was sickeningly nice, and this quality rubbed Giselle the wrong way. She went in to talking about her personal experiences with pain. At the moments mention of Sevanni, Giselle shot into a sitting position, "SEVANNI?!" Then ashamed of her sudden outburst, she slapped a hand over her mouth to prevent herself from going in to a heated rant. She allowed Ali to finish what she had to say.

"Psh, little county slaughter. Amateur work! I had a little fun in New York City a while back. Derailed a few subways. Put a building in lock down and had myself a massacre. Then another. Then another. Good times. But good for you, Ali! Getting your ribs all rearranged like that! How wonderful! And that little county probably never saw you coming. I love watching other vampires work. Hell, if I'd been there I would have joined you!" the huge grin wavered, and then her face darkened.

"BUT THAT SEVANNI BLACK!" her voice reverberated loudly, and her words echoed back to her. "That prick thinks he's hot shit. God, I can't STAND that motherfucker. I met that douche at a ball, and let me tell you, I've never met such an arrogant, pig-headed, piece of sleaze in my entire life! He thinks he's sooooo great because he has his whores and his big house. That bastard is about as classy as an ass wiping gorilla! If Sevanni Black was right here right now, I'd shove his cock up his ass hole faster than he could say, 'fuck you'. He's such a waste of space!"

Trash talking Sevanni is what she loved to do best. She loathed him with a flaming passion. "If he ever bothers you again, give me a call. I'll ecstatically offer my assistance. In fact, if you have any trouble with anything whatsoever. Ring me up. I like you Ali, I'd like it if you lived through another year. Not that I don't have any confidence in you or anything..." she laughed, half-joking on that last part. Ali didn't have the guts to do what Giselle wanted to do to Sevanni. It irked Giselle that Ali just ran away from him. If Ali ever encountered Sevanni again, Giselle would be delighted to take care of him for her. "And if you ever need a place to stay, Ali, my mansion doors are always open," Giselle added. She didn't normally make this offer to vampires, but Ali seemed as though she'd be a polite house guest. She certainly wasn't a slob, unlike other vampires she knew. Namely Lars. Seriously, would it really kill the guy to pick up his underwear once in a while?

the count was 501 and she's wearing this and also, Sorry I took so long!.