The Night( Dani, Evelyn)

[Rose Decumbry]

Traveling. Some say it's a good thing. But Rose really only liked traveling so she could see the view. Of course at dark. Seeing all the bright lights. They fascinated her. She had just flown in from London to do a show, which was in a few days. So why not get her party needs out of the way? Of course she had to keep hidden. The bright lights of the paparazzi were the ones that annoyed her the most. She hated being away from Tyson, but she'd see him soon. She'd call him later tonight, matter a fact. She smiled, as she walked down the belittled streets. They really needed to take better care of it. She already ran across a few homeless people. It made her sick. Well. Not entirely. Because some of them couldn't help it. But the others could. And that's what made her sick. Those types. She pushed her glasses up further over her blue hues. Her intention tonight was just, drink. Drink as much as possible, because of course nothing would happen. No intoxication. No mega hangover. Just the bad taste left in her mouth like always. Nothing really new there. She had parked her rental mustang a corner away, and instantly started to miss her Ferrari. Poor baby. What would Simone be doing with it while she was gone?

A soft smile creeped onto her lips.

Simone would never do anything to get herself kicked out of the house. After all. She was just living there. Adopted. As soon as she was out of collage, she'd probably move out. But there were always open arms.

She could be very, very, hospitable.

When she felt like being nice.

She appeared at the local bar she had been yearning to attend since she had arrived. She flashed a smile at the bouncer, and he let her right in. Despite the overwhelming crowd of people dying to get in.

They weren't as special as her. And if they were, then they wouldn't be waiting outside, now would they?

She lifted her sunglasses off of her perched nose, and placed them inside her bag, and looked around. It was a nice club, nice vibe. Some nice music as well. Luckily it was too dark for anyone to really notice her. Know who she was. She walked her short legs up to the bartender, and bounced up on the stool. Batting a few lashes, she ordered a coke and rum and a Heineken on the side. He half-heartedly put her order to work. Her lips pouted behind his back. He turned back when her drink was ready and she laid a couple of bills as his tip.

She swung around on her barstool, and surveyed the area. Somewhere secluded. Where she could at least try and have some privacy.

She saw a spot. She took out a cigarette and lit it, dragging on it. She hopped off the stool, and walked over to it, having that certain aura around her, that meant she was not in the mood to be taunted, bugged, or annoyed. She took a sip of her concoction, and grimaced. Yes, a bad taste left in her mouth.

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

On a regular night, going out and mingling with a hundred strangers or more sounded absolutely stupid to Daniel Conteo. I suppose tonight was different. In a way it was, and then like every other night that Dani told himself it was time to have some fun. It never really was. It was a failed attempt, false hope and a slow death later. All these depressing things and not much else. But for however short, this would be a good experience. It would be the briefest shining light in a multitude of dark days. Frowning reticently, he backhanded the security as it moved to protest his entry, slipping in and liquidly molding into the crowd. It would be near impossible for any guard to weed through the entirety of the contents just to seek out a violent customer. Certainly they would have received worse at such an establishment.

The question was, would this venture bring anything interesting or would it be a jaunt of disappointment. What a waste of breath and time and energy. Though the second hardly mattered - he had an eternity to waste. Wandering through the night was probably his most common past time. Oculi rolled at his own ignorant musings, what did it matter? None of them were..No. Daniel pushed the pessimistic blubbering from his mind and allowed the flashing azure gaze to slowly orchestrate an inspection of the chattle littering the overpacked room. The strobe lights induced the impression that he actually moved in slow motion, shadows playing over his Greek sculpted countenance. His clothing this evening was unremarkable. Holey jeans, leather boots beneath, a fitted red muscle shurt. Sloped shoulders were evident, his muscular being obviously not irritatingly so.

Daniel never appeared anything like a body builder. Glancing towards the bar, he thought better of drinking anything liquor but reasoned tea would be alright. Moving to the line, he made his order and stared vacantly into the swaying mob before his beverage was served. At that point a new dilemna was presented. Where to seat himself...Each booth was crowded with either a bunch of giggling, busty bimbos or couples or worse a flock of men who drooled over whomever floated by. Oculi rolled. Why? At that point he spotted it - there was a girl there already, but her somber expression was inviting enough. She wouldn't talk his ear off. Skirting the inquisitive glances of the women who lay outside the boundary of the dance floor - waiting on a partner to pounce - Dani approached almost meekly, unwilling to appear intimidating. Taking note of the cigarette, it took effort not to wince and turn around. Too late now. Sliding in the seat opposite her, a meager smile announced his harmlessness. "I'm not here to bother you. Just one of the few souls here that looks even vaguely normal."

He hadn't missed it though. That faint scent on the soft plumes she exhaled. Vampire. That was calming. "Though we both know you aren't." He added softly, brows rising in an almost amused way. Scooting back to lean against the wall of the booth, he allowed his feet to rest on the end of the long bench-style seat. Taking a swig of the unsweetened raspberry tea, he breathed a sigh. This wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Though it had occurred to him he'd been rude. "I'll go if I'm bothering you. But if it's all the same to you I'll just sit here and people watch. I'll try to keep the giggles down." It was murmured with a quiet smirk as a particularly questionable outfit slunk by. Was that a man or a woman?

[evelyn]

"You mentioned going to dinner, not here."

A small slap on the wrist for the rather spontaneous little vampire who decided on a whim to leave her more familiar city for such a worthless place like Hollywood, California. The sparkly lights and popular celebrities, who were no better than the other fools that worshiped them, could easily attract anyone to this lively city, but in all actuality, the only thing that set apart this place from others was that it was much more over dramatic about such meaningless things. Everything was over-done and magnified with huge, bright neon signs that only lead to places filled with so much alcohol and perfume that her nose nearly stung from a single, tiny unneeded breath taken in. Never having a headache throughout her life, she could image what one would feel like right about now as the clashing sounds of multiple songs beat too loudly from each of the many clubs and bars that lined this street, and the fact that she wasn't supposed to be here in the first place only caused more aggrivation than she originally planned.

Therefore, it was quite understandable why a normally flawless, radiant face was tensed as crystal blue eyes pierced upward at this lying boy, much like her fangs would've adored to pierce through his too-tanned, delicate skin. A dark brow raised in suspicion at his wide grin with teeth chemically whitened down to a pearly, shiny finish. Something should've told her that his words were just as false as the plastic injected throughout his entire body. He was extremely lucky that his diet had been so beneficiary to his blood, or else he would've found a much shorter life-span about three hours ago, when he offered to take her to the finest restaurant in the town.

The shit she puts up with just to drain a man dry.

And how unlucky for her to have been taken to such a crowded place, where someone was bound to notice a six-foot-five man being bitten into and drained dry by a five-foot-four (five-foot-eight in these heels) woman. She could always disguise the scene as a rather promiscuous woman climbing all over the wealthy boy, but there were too many figures spotted in police uniforms, tonight, and there were very few things that were more annoying than dealing with an American cop.

"I couldn't skip taking you out to this place." His enthusiasm was so genuine and perky, despite the obvious glare he was given by a rather pissed off, vicious woman. "You'll love it. It's the hottest spot in town." In other words, there were a lot of people here, which meant that were many eyes to witness the most gorgeous woman on this Earth, and of course the man that accompanied her.

If the music wasn't deafening loud, a very clear growl would've been heard as it ripped by a burning, aching throat and clenched teeth barely hidden behind dark, curled lips. Mr. Roland was about to become a very lonely, unhappy man. Heels, almost as black as her heart, clacked loudly as she passed by the boy, who she now declared a waste of time, and immediately to the front of a very long line filled with people who would literally die for a second in such a "hot" club such as this. Evelyn was not ignorant of it's existence and status in Hollywood; this wasn't the first time a man had lied to her about dinner, and found himself taking her here, instead. The latest music and styles were to be found here, and the only reason she walked toward the door instead of away from it was because of the many A-list celebrities that found this spot to be their favorite hangout place. Popularity never added or subtracted any attraction from anyone, but the ridiculous amount of money that came with their fame was important enough to catch her attention.

Some may call it gold-digging, she merely sees it as a source of income that's so desperately needed to afford anything in this world, now in days. Normally, quick smiles and a flick of her wrist through her long, dark hair was enough to make any man allow her to do whatever she wanted, but as she approached the rather broad man guarding the door, with a cheek about three shades more red than the other, she noticed that she would have to do a little extra to make up for some former asshole's mistakes. So, with the usual smile and flick of her hair, Evelyn decided that this would be a perfect time to play a lovely damsel in distress. Lying was such a fun game, and her former prey seem to have enjoyed playing it so well. Now, it was her turn.

"Do you see the man in the fake Armani suit that is quickly trying to catch up with me?"

She allowed a pause for a quick second so the bouncer can look behind her as a scoffed brushed by her lips. "He's been following me all night. And, darling, in these heels, I don't think I can keep running much longer.

[/b]" False, of course. She could go on literally forever in these heels. Nothing further had to be said, though. Clearly, the bouncer was in quite the biased mood toward men as he nodded and motioned for the gorgeous female to enter the safety zone of the hottest bar in town. Shouts could be heard shortly after her entrance; mere mumbles now as she indulged herself into the dark room filled with too many flashing lights and even louder beats pulsing through her sensitive ears. Were humans really this deaf? Well, it was no mystery as to why they were... Such stupid creatures they were.

For the next few moments, her eyes wouldn't stray off of those stupid creatures, though, hardly paying attention as her body absentmindedly made its way toward her usual destination in a bar. Whether the people that filled this place had common sense or not didn't matter to her, and neither did any amount of silicone that everyone knew rested beneath their fragile skin. Evelyn was certainly not shallow when it came to picking out just the right human. She sensed something about them that laid underneath their made-up faces and designer fabrics galore.

It wasn't their looks or brains she was after.
It was what their beating hearts produced; that delicious, sweet liquid that was so valuable for her survival.
Mmmm, and their blood smelled so deliciously divine, tonight

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[Rose Decumbry]

Smells of cheap knock off perfumes exhausted her nose left and right, but there was always one scent she could pick out. The smell of a vampires. And she had just picked the scent of a male, and her eyebrows raised. Prowling? She wasn't stupid. Most vampires, like herself, usually came out to feed. But no. Rose was just here because she was bored. Her eyes watched the vampire move, she knew he really wasn't moving that slow. Or there was seriously something wrong with him. She tuned her eyes to something else though, when he reached the bar. She took an exhale of her cigarette, and watched the smoke spiral away from her.

Pretty much like her life.

Her pessimistic nature lately, was really starting to get on her nerves. She had a good life right now. A nice income. A loving boyfriend. Clothes galore. What more could a girl possibly ask for? Oh, right. Her sanity. See, this was when she started to scare people off. When she spent more time talking to herself, then the actual person. She just smiled, shaking her head naturally to herself. She took a quick sip of her drink, placed it back down, and took another exhale. It was kind of becoming a routine for her. And it was starting to bore her, and she wasn't very good with boredom. An uneeded breath came in through her nose and out through her mouth. She was starting to act like a human.

She noted to herself:Hang out with more vampires..

A movement was what was bought her back to reality. A vibration throughout her bag. More than likely it was just her phone. She nudged it underneath her legs, and continued to ignore it. Let it go to voicemail. Right now, she was preoccupied with something else.

The vampire was coming her way. With a drink. Of rasberry tea. She had to lightly bite her tongue to keep herself from laughing. Instead, she wondered why he was even coming over here in the first place? She though had to put her hand up to cover her laughter, when she watched the woman watch him walk towards her. Poor thing. It probably happened to him everytime he walked out of the house. No matter, he was probably used to it. She realized her cigarette had burned out and tapped it into the tray, and took a sip of her drink while she was at it.

He was coming over to sit down with her? When his explaination, came, she nodded and smiled. He wasn't here to bother her, and that was enough. But her looking somewhat normal, was an overstatement. Inside her mind was a utter mess.

He though, kind of caught her off guard. "I know I'm not excactly 'normal' but neither are you. Look at your posse of girls who just looked at you." Rose nodded with a slight incline of her head. Poor kid, couldn't even go out to the grocery store without someone gawking at him.

"Your not bothering me, quite the opposite. Your entertaining me. I was just about to go somewehere else. But now I guess I'll people watch. And don't worry about the giggles. I'll end up annoying you with mine."

She took a long sip of her drink, and watched what women would wear just to get a glance from a man. She rolled her eyes. Her eyes widened in shock, as she saw one walk by, with a pink leporad skirt, with fisnit stockings. Not to mention she was insanely intoxicated from the smell, or more likely stench, falling off her body.

But as soon as that girl had walked by, a more familier scent tickled her nose. It snapped her back upright, and put her on high alert. Where had she smelt that before? It was a female vampire, but where. Where?

Pushing the smell aside for a couple seconds couldn't harm her could it? She forgot to introduce herself, and spending most of her time alive in Finishing School, she had been treated manners. "Uhm, I'm Rose."

Her nose instantly went back to trying to identify that smell, that had vacated itself to the bar. Her eyes scanned. Eyebrows then rose off of her forehead, as she knew where she remembered the woman. She had met her before, in New York. But what was her name? She couldn't quite place it on her. Why? Her eyes were glued over the vampire sitting next to her, focused on the girl. Why couldn't she remember?

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

The mirth that surfaced in her gaze coaxed a mild chuckle from the immortal. So alcohol did not interest him, it wasn’t as though the desired effect was attainable in their current state. Why then bother drinking the bitter stuff? In his opinion it tasted a bit like what he would imagine Windex to taste like. Getting a whiff of her own concoction, the indicative side glance that he offered the chilled beverage was enough to denote something like “well yours looks nasty”. The obvious laughter that spilled past her lips was enough to put Daniel on ease for the moment. His preference as far as beverages go had always been slightly off in terms of what everyone else was drinking. Lifting a brow as she smiled, he leant back comfortably and breathed a sigh of relief.

A safe haven in this filthy place. As reference to the menagerie whose predatory eyes followed his every move was made, he flinched in a japing manner, a boyish grin curling his aperture. ”They're almost as hungry as I am.” He murmured sarcastically, tossing a demeaning glare in their general direction. The fact that he was actually of service in her company was flattering and a small grin spread over his features, to the point where the expression touched his gaze. Annoying him with her feminine sound? He sincerely doubted it. His gaze inspected her exquisite features, registering the look of bewilderment which caused him to investigate what had caught her eye.

Nearly snorting the tea he had in his mouth out of his nostrils, his lame recovery debuted apologetic eyes. The woman she had focused on was absolutely slammed, and Dani focused on the smell of his tea rather than the nauseating scent of the mixture of alcohol, cheap perfume and body odor. ”Gah. Someone get her some deodorant.” It was hissed as he snarled in the passing trollop’s direction. It seemed that the two of them recognized a scent familiar to them in unison, Daniel’s eyes glazing with memory and hostility. Perhaps hostility is too strong a word.

Daniel was guarded. Honestly disappointed that this particular character had seen fit to show up. The first thing that came to mind was a snarky comment on stalking and how unattractive it was. Evelyn. Glancing at the woman he had just been introduced to as Rose, that apologetic look was endowed her once again. ”You know how some people have other people that bring out the worst in them? Yeah, I’m apologizing in advance.” It was muttered softly under his breath, having risked focusing on the spritely creature beside him rather than the wench that would undoubtedly approach.

It was as if a different immortal sat in Dani’s place, stoically sipping the cool beverage in a way that obviously said he was just looking for something to keep him busy. ”I’m Daniel.” He stated towards Rose, with a weak smile disclosing still how sorry he was. She would quickly understand the reason for such mannerisms. Some people hit it off in the beginning – Evelyn and Daniel had. As true colors were shown the relationship quickly turned to one of aggravation and disdain. Breathing a sigh, he toyed with the perspiring glass while he waited for the inevitable to happen, silently preparing himself for the verbal fight that came with this female’s presence. Frankly they just didn’t operate in the same way. That and she was the type of girl that made him want to give up on women as a whole. A tease, arrogant, predatory and too smart for her own good. Not to mention selfish. Evelyn was the center of her own world. He imagined it was a lonely place.

Thank goodness Rose was here to clear the air. Hopefully her presence would be an offset so that this didn’t turn into a full out brawl.

[evelyn]

Her eyes wouldn't bother looking around the room anymore, and instead her attention would be focused behind the bar, searching for a lovely bartender that would assist in making her appear more social and mortal than she really was. This hunting style was rather common for her, and especially useful on those lazy nights, similar to how humans would go to a McDonald's rather than cooking a home meal, except unlike them, Evelyn was hardly ever that lazy; those little sloths. During times like these though, usually after abandoning her first prey of choice, she would simply linger and wait until her food was brought to her. Setting a deadly trap, a black fabric draped across her smooth skin, she would play the prey while allowing others to come hunt for her.

"And what will you have tonight, miss?" Dark lips spread into a slow, creeping smile as she glanced over to her assistant for the night. Tall and seemingly fit, he ran his rather long, rough fingers through the various copper tones in his hair. She wouldn't reply right away at first, instead allowing him to come over and settle closer as he awaited her expected answer. A small, unneeded breath of air was taken in, and with it came a very disappointing scent that would lead her to an assumption soon proven right as he leaned across the counter, resting his bare arms along the bar.

Heroine. She could still see the injection marks in his arm, which was not only physically unattractive, but indications to a meal that would leave such a disgusting, bitter after-taste. Her smile was quick to fade at such an unimpressive sight, and instead of flirting for a few drinks on the house, she decided that she'd let some other man pay for her alcohol, tonight. "Gin on the rocks." Said in a more ordered tone as her heels pivoted her to face away from her spoiled food. Other than serving her drinks, he held no significant purpose for her.

They were far too young to hunt, and probably too young to be hanging around the bar, as well. The male next to the group of teenage boys was the exact opposite, way past his prime years, and obviously in denial about that as he failed at trying to seduce the much more youthful woman beside him. Her blood almost appeared promising, but the lack of a brain above her shoulders caused her to fall for the ancient artifact next to her. It had only been about ten minutes and she just polished off her third cosmopolitan. Alcohol was much less disgusting than other toxins that could be found rushing through a human's blood, but it still wasn't too appetizing. The more familiar, popular humans, also known as celebrities, kept themselves in a much more unhealthy condition. Where there are celebrities, there is far too much ego, drugs, ignorance, and not enough self-esteem to even give them a slight chance of hope of revival from their weakened, too-skinny states. None of them ate a healthy enough diet, if they ate anything at all, but there were so many toxins rushing through their bodies that Evelyn had to pause in between each breath she took just to take a break and regain enough composure to keep a calm face.

Too young, too old, too feminine, too poor, too drugged up, too mentally fucked up to have the patience for, too dead, too drunk ...

Hmmm. Well, that was interesting. Ice blue eyes darted down the bar the moment the scents brushed against her nose. It would only take a second to come to the realization that these aromas were not foreign to her. Of course she would recognize the scent of her own kind, but what a pleasant surprise to discover that this was not the first time she had run into these particular smells. One, graceful with the underlying hint of insanity, would cause a slight twitch upward from the corner of her mouth. It had been a short while since she had seen this particular female vampire, and the memories of that night, and morning leading into a very long afternoon, excitedly rushed around her thoughts as soon as her scent registered through her mind. It took far too long, and a rather large amount of blood, in order to heal from her experience with the psychotic little bitch. How lovely to see her again.

The second scent only caused both corners to pull her lips up into a genuine smile, one that might have been a little too mischievous to even be called a smile. The feeling of happiness had nothing to do with her current expression. Just like her memories with her playful little Rose, it took her a moment but Evelyn never forgets a name, Daniel's provided as much excitement with a pinch of agony and about half a cup of annoyance, but all amusing, to say the least. He was certainly a character, that boy. One she really only kept around for rather small, experimental purposes. Nothing personal to him, but besides the fact that overly loud tones were not sounds that she preferred to be around, Evelyn was never the type to keep around someone's company very long.

With her own kind, socializing was never a problem. But like a shooting star or a solar eclipse, she would be there for a moment, which for a vampire could either be a second or a decade, and then she would be gone, and they'd be lucky if they saw a glance of her again before coming across their time to burn into ashes. Nothing personal, of course, and it's not that she would be afraid of meeting them again. They simply had served her purpose with her, and she found no further need to continue accompanying them. It was rather easy for her to understand, but for some reason others have always had a difficult time with this.

For now, other than curiosity and amusement, she had no real reason for moving from her current position to across the bar. A simple glance over was a fine enough, "Hello" for her. If she wanted to know how her Rosey darling was doing, a simple phone call would've been made. And as for Dani, well, he was one of the ones in the process of witnessing the shooting star passing through. Unless if he was ready to deliver what she came for, taunting him was no real priority right now, at least not while she was still hungry.

Besides, if her memories weren't mistaking her, she was quite sure that last time she spent time with Rose in NYC, Evelyn was the one playing cat, and the darling mouse led her on quite the little chase. She would keep herself right where she knew she would be from this moment forward, in the back of their minds, and simply continue scanning the crowd, sniffing out new company as it entered the bar. A slender arm reached out slightly, and she held out her hand before the bartender even announced his presence with her drink behind her. She didn't need to turn around to know that he was there; she could smell his stench from over a mile away. No words would be exchanged as her fingers grasped the cool glass and pulled it away from his weak, human grip. It was obvious that is service wasn't needed anymore.

That smirk never did come off of her face. She knew that when she slowly creeped forward through those vampires' minds and they hit that boiling point of anxiousness from her presence, which she also knew was always mixed with some sort of desire when it came to her, then they can be the ones to play the cat, tonight.

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[Rose Decumbry]

His name was Daniel. He seemed like a good man. Funny too. At his crack at the girl in spots, she laughed, and acted a bit like a bimbo. She regained her composure. What would the paparazzi think when they saw her, and took a picture. For that reason she though about sliding her glasses back on, but resisted the urge. Tyson knew she would never cheat on him. Ever. She wasn't that low. "Yeah, I know how it is. I'm one of those people as well, so don't worry about it." Her eyes still fixed on the girl. It seemed Daniel knew her, but didn't like her. Rose's head absently tilted to the right, and she pulled it back up.

The night in New York. Remember. Club hopping. Drinks. Dancing. Boys. Vampire. Evelyn. "Evelyn..." The name slipped on her tongue, barely even heard by herself. That was Evelyn? She looked healthy enough. For a vampire at least. She smiled, remembering the time she had leading that poor girl on a chase. A good one too. Up to her at the time room, then into an elevator shaft, then spiraling down the elevator shaft, and ending up on fighting bad ghost kiddies.

Her smile broadened till her fangs peaked. Yes. Avery fun night.

She even wanted to go and do it again. Evey was obviously here searching for her next meal. Something they both got out of last time. It'd been a while since dear Evey had crossed Rose's path. Surely she hated the way Rose was living. Still a dingbat. But with a reputation and famous job. Too scrawny in Evelyn's eyes as well. A small smirk twisted on her lips. Then icy blue met icy blue as they locked gazes. She knew Evelyn wouldn't even mouth something, so she took the gaze as a greeting. Her eyebrows raising was her response. No matter what Evelyn did, or if Evelyn didn't do anything at all, she could always find a way to splay some type of expression on Rose's face. Even when she was feeling unemotional.

She just could.

Rose also slightly envied Evelyn since the day they met. It wasn't a big, head rearing jealousy though. She was jealous that Evelyn could be so..seductive. So..sexy. And to mention she had a good body to use. Rose. Had nothing. Her 4'9 height, meant she basically had to wear heels everywhere she went. Ugh. She hated going to amusement parks at nice especially. Holding those stupid bars up, seriously. Holding up the line!

She snapped her mind back to mentally critiquing herself. She had no chest whatsoever. A 34-36A. What did that say? She may have been a model, but her face needed up doing. She met the requirements only because Valentino had fallen in love with her and insisted on having her. Her gaze narrowed.

Fame and fortune. Not everything it turned out to be.

She hated that Evelyn would have made the perfect celebrity.

"You know Evelyn?" Rose asked, her head ducking to try and get a look at Daniel's face.

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

It was one of those hopelessly irritating moments, where all the potential the night once held had been obliterated in the swooping in of a parasitic vulture. Oculi rolled in their socket, the pale beryl color stained darker by the wan light and the growth of his pupils. Daniel was not often subject to such emotion – on the one hand, Rose seemed a level headed woman who was pleasant enough to get along with and Dani saw potential for friendship. Friendship alone – the way that the spritely creature carried herself, divinely high aloft a pedestal, denoted one who was already shamelessly taken.

A faint smile toyed with his aperture, he recalled the feeling. However briefly it had existed. For the majority of his existence, Daniel Conteo had been a single man. At first because of youth, then because of his inability to control his bloodlust and finally because he was screwed over. How ironic it would seem if he lived a thousand lifetimes only to have never found someone to love. It was more ironic that the woman currently mulling over her superiority and the human race’s evident inferiority was older than he, and hadn’t the capacity to love while men fell at her fight for a chance for her to smile in their direction.

Nearly shaking his head at the thought, Conteo stared unabashedly at the temptress though it was not with desire that his gaze was affixed. It was distrust, malcontent and a small flash of hostility. As if warning her to keep her distance. He was attempting to savor what he could of the night. Though it seemed a cause unworthy of trying. She was an abrasive individual, who he found both intriguing and despicable. Truly and seriously there were moments when he wanted nothing of her, and wished that she had never come into his life. Clearly there was a reason she was here though. Either he needed her or she needed him; she would never admit to any such thing. That was fine.

Daniel was not so attached that he required some sort of justification. She did not lay claim to his feelings. Her beauty was skin deep as far as he knew, and within…a woman who understood very little of what life had been like. She was using him. Funny – that makes three women who had done so. The stare that the immortal endowed was as one would regard an adversary, but it was broken abruptly by the words of the befriend she. You know Evelyn? The question rang, and he nearly laughed. He doubted anyone truly knew Evelyn. So his response was honest for the most part. ”I know her vaguely. Obviously you do.” He murmured thoughtlessly, making himself relinquish the death stare he had previously clapped on the dark haired beauty to stare at Rose – taking notice of slight discontent in the female.

Daniel wasn’t so foolish to think that it was something simple. He imagined she was finding something perfect about Evelyn to compare herself to. He vaguely recalled his mother constantly doing the same thing with other women – requiring his father’s constant reassurance of her good looks. Somehow Dani felt that any such words from him to this woman would be inappropriate considering the circumstances and so he bit his tongue and offered a reassuring smile instead. It was a fairly neutral expression – but communicated silent partial understanding. Obviously he couldn’t know exactly what she was thinking..but he had a hunch.

[evelyn]

She was used to always catching their eyes taking a second, third, and fourth glance in her direction, although the annoyance from their gawking never seemed to fade. Even when they weren't looking at her, their eyes were fixed on her. And most would probably feel flattered with the knowledge that they were running around through someone else's mind all of the time, but for Evelyn, who knew full and well just how alluring and captivating she was, mainly found this sickening and a complete waste of their thoughts.

The knowledge of how undeniably seductive she knew they all found her to be only proved useful to her in a very dangerous way for them. As far as outside appearance goes, she could care less that her skin was always silky smooth with just the right natural mixture of a pale tan color, and where her hair fell was very insignificant to her. But to the many that lingered around this building, they admired this ideal look of perfect that would take them too many hours and pounds of plastic injections to accomplish, whereas she took maybe minutes of planning out a strategic look that would lure her prey in the easiest, and then only seconds to set up her little trap.

Merely a wolf in sheep's clothing, the beauty outside was a facade, a mirage that covered the underlying beast crouching within. Not to say that the beast wasn't beautiful as well, and that she rather keep herself inside and hidden away from everyone, but the thought of them being her dinner wasn't exactly a turn on for most, and a useless chase with high-pitched screams was only going to be annoying for the irresistible immortal woman who was growing more impatient and hungry by the second.

There were more reasons than simply seduction that they found their eyes always shifting over ocassionaly to catch yet another glimpse of her, barely leaning back against the bar with her slender fingers and perfectly manicured nails (always painted with her favorite, deep red color) wrapped around a clear glass of gin and ice that she so cooly sipped on as her own pair of eyes danced gracefully around her surrounding area, not really paying attention to much, but simple taking in the view around her. A bored appearance, showing off that she clearly knew that she didn't belong in such a place like this, despite it's high reputation and demand from nearly everyone else. A woman who wasn't afraid to be a little less modest about her obvious beautiful appearance; a woman who knew the effect on people that she had and would bluntly call out the thoughts she knew they all were thinking. Cocky and conceited? Only to those with low self-confidence who had far too many issues with themselves. And those were the ones whose opinions and thoughts mattered the least to her, anyways.

While images, and possibly a few words, of her loitered around the bar, a certain, new aroma would be the focus of her mind, now. Peripheral views caught her flytrap victim number one approaching closer, but instead of her turning her head toward the unlucky little soul, she directed a glance back over toward her two little interesting subjects, fellow immortals that each had their own amusing touches for her. There was Rose, who was a rather tiny little thing, but Evelyn would give credit where it was due. She managed to keep the hunter chasing her prey for quite some time, and to a creature who's exceptional skill and talent was hunting, that left a rather impressive mark on her. And then there was Daniel, a name usually said in either a joking matter or followed by a disappointed sigh. He was one of those vampires that further supports Evelyn's strong opinion of how siring a human should be a rather rare action with only few and certain people. His inward battle with himself was amusing, although after a century, she was rather disappointed in how little progress he's made with himself. There's only so many years one should fight this lifestyle before giving up and coming to an acceptance with.

She felt another one of those sighs breeze by her lips as she caught his rather dull eyes try far too hard to send some sort of careful, warned message. Intimidation was a rather useless tactic when dealing with a woman who wouldn't shake at the sight of a much larger being than the little boy with the only dead heart that could probably be capable of beating.
Some humans should've just been drained dry, or left unbitten.

A rather deep, close-by sound that spewed off in her direction caused another twist of her head, this time to face her former approaching victim. His words were heard, but she didn't really feel a need to concentrate on exactly what horrible, cheesy pick-up line was just said. He was more sober than she expected from her first dinner candidate, which was a good enough start that made up for that cheesy line he babbled out of a mouth that reeked of something horrible with underlying hints of garlic. At least he already had dinner, and Evelyn didn't need to pretend that she was anorexic in order to avoid chewing and swallowing some disgusting, more solid substance. Slightly narrowed icy blues met up with dark, chocolate brown eyes as slight confusion barely twiched her facial features. "I'm sorry, love, but I can't hear you over this loud music." She unnecessarily raised the volume of her voice to further indicate the loudness of the song. He proved to be a much easier catch than she originally assumed when his head nodded toward the door and a hand slipped out of his pocket, facing facing palm up, apparently offering some sort of assistance. As if she didn't know how to use her own two feet properly. Not even taking a second glance at his hand, or placing her own in it, she simply nodded, and her black heels pivoted and turned toward the door as her long legs made their way through a crowd that began to form in the bar. There was no question as to if he would follow her; that answer was quite obvious.

She wouldn't glance back at the other two vampires when she stepped outside and onto the sidewalk, the mortal boy following closely behind. He began speaking again as she kept her short distance in front of him and lead the way, but once again, his words merely muffled through her ears. They were meaningless and probably highly predictable, most likely being something along the lines of, "I just had to tell you how strikingly beautiful you are" Oh, wait. This was Hollywood, USA, not London, UK. Then it was probably something more like, "Damn, you're looking hot tonight, baby!"

He was so easy to get into a secluded place, and she was rather unimpressed at how his footsteps didn't even slow or pause for a moment as she began walking down a dark alleyway. That incessant sound of his mumbled out voice hadn't ceased yet, until her heels suddenly pivoted and her much more pleasing voice interrupted his. "Did you honestly think following me down an alleyway was a smart idea?"

Such a slow thought process humans have. There was about a second of silence, then a few more seconds were wasted on a confused expression as he wasted even more time trying to figure out her words. "So young ... so ignorant" The clacking of her heels was a far more eerie sound now as she slowly closed the distance between them. She could feel his heart beating slightly faster as his instincts took control. Run away, you dumbass! i tried to tell him. This woman can't be safe! The sound of his blood rushing around quicker was so enticing to her ears. A fine, dark brow quirked as her arm reached out slightly, moving her hand to slide along the bare skin of his arm. She couldn't help but smile at twitching of his muscles tensing from her icy touch. "Do me a favor, love ...." Words spoken in such a soft tone so calm that it could only leave him feeling more uncomfortable, especially after seeing her tongue slick across her lovely, white .... fangs. "Try not to scream too loud."

If only every meal was as obedient as he...

There was no further reason to return to the bar. Satisfied from a rather large, six-foot-two meal, dessert wouldn't be enjoyed for at least a few more hours. She could always go back and play catch-up with Rose or experiment with her little lab rat, Dani, but the two were having such a lovely time with themselves, and it wasn't as if Evelyn wasn't with them anyways, despite the fact that she was currently crouched over a paling, limp body with one hand pulling out a black, leather wallet from his pocket and the other hand slicing over her bite marks with a nail. Another mugging in an alleyway of Hollywood, California.

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[Rose Decumbry]

"Yeah. I'd love to say a little more than that.." Her voice was quiet and soft. She didn't know what to feel. Evelyn was her. Good. Bad. Intermixing. Mostly happiness dominated, but there was still that little tinge of distaste that filled her mouth. Evelyn was a friend. But, the fact that if you compared them, Evelyn would outdo her. But she had Tyson to reassure her, she was everything. Perfection at best. "Do you want to go..?"

Her lips breathed the last part as she watched Evelyn, with a man. Nonetheless she would bite him. "Come on." She said, grasping her frail fingers over Daniel's pulling him up with her. Stepping lightly over him, placing glasses over her nose, and rising her purse over her shoulder. She watched the women with envious eyes on her, and she smiled, a fangy grin. "He's not taken ladies. But we're attending something more important." A death glare in her eyes was enough to part the sea of women. "Sorry to take away your enjoyment. You can back in there when we're done." She smiled back at him, having to draw her eyes up to his face. Damn her petite size and shape. Her shades hid her eyes, so they wouldn't recognize her unless they had semi-good memory. Lips curling upward, she followed the scent of her beloved friend. She found her just finishing off a male.

Tall too.

Her shades stayed lowered, but her eyes were twinkling. "Avoiding us my love?" She said her tone soft and under her breath. Her dark little head tilted to the side as she dropped Daniel's hand. "I expected a more happy expression from you." Her lips couldn't tug themselves down.

It had been such a long time since she had seen Evelyn. But nontheless a very good time to catch up on old times. She nodded with her foot towards the man. "Was he good?"

She could have guessed Evelyn was one for only biting the best. So obviously, this man should have tasted just fine. She wanted a bit. Her lip tugged out a little bit. Evelyn wasn't a big fan of mortals either. So he was either dead. Or well. The other was plausible.

She wondered what she was thinking. Was she happy to see Rose? Or the complete opposite

(sorry it's so short and sucky..)

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

The quiet, almost meek tone that the spritely blonde’s voice had adopted as she addressed Evelyn was unmistakable and Daniel’s suave cerulean gaze had now become fixated on the deep frown lines that illustrated inward turmoil. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask whether she was alright but again he did not voice his concerns but rather seemed content to stare, only to be asked a disconcerting question. No more had it flown past those slightly pouty lips than she had begun to tug him after her. Internally groaning, he cooperated only out of morbid curiosity and definitely with the greatest sense of foreboding imaginable. The haphazard fashion she maneuvered around him coaxed a chuckle though the laughter diminished at the explanation she offered the drooling tramps.

Ducking low enough to speak to the spunky immortal, his tone was somewhat exasperated. ”You’re a big help, Rose.” Oculi rolled in their sockets as a direct product of her playful antics. The indication that he would be waltzing back into that death trap was a laughable one – he would not be returning to that scenario this evening. In fact he was absolutely certain Ms. O’Dell would thoroughly mutilate whatever good humor he may have hoped to keep. Ah well. As they approached the afore mentioned wench, Dani hung back, his azure gaze somber and regarding – as if staring at an adversary or rival.

Rose was apparently pleased as punch to see Evelyn though and so Conteo observed the scene in silence, taking in the nymph’s grinning features in response to the morbid scene that was paying out. Avoiding them? If she had been Daniel would only be too happy to reinstate that status. He’d avoid her, to be certain, and avoid being irritated beyond his imagination’s capacity to describe. Needless to say, the words that were going through his skull over and over were not amiable or optimistic. In fact, the sentiment resembled something like “well crap…” Happy expression? At this Daniel’s features contorted into something both shocked and amused.

Did he and Rose know the same person? Did Evelyn suffer from Multiple Personality Disorder or was Rose delusional? Both were possibilities…As Rose proceeded to converse about the victim, Dani eased to lean against the nearest wall, palms finding his pockets – comfortable as an extra in this scene for the following moments though as silence tailed her last verse there was that wait for him to comply and say something. So finally he did. A short, to the point greeting denoting discomfort but not hostility. ”Good evening, Evelyn.” It was voiced in a soft masculine tone certain to melt any mortal heart only to fall on deaf ears of his own species. They were too accustomed to beauty to appreciate it too much, at least he was. It was all a reoccurrence and frankly he was tired of the pretty people.

Give him someone real anyway. Someone who’s seen their share of the world and what happens in it.



ooc // in my defense i'm doing this while i'm literally falling asleep on my pillow with no muse. xD

[evelyn]

Must these creatures of the night always be so dark?

Rather content for the moment, her small smile didn't fade when she heard their footsteps coming closer. Simply seeing her from a distance wasn't enough for them, it seemed; of course, it was never enough. Dark red lips, with blood stains that would be unnoticed by mortal eyes, stretched a bit further and a slight chuckle bounced lightly through the air in response toward her words. "Avoidance, my love, would suggest that I didn't want to be seen by you, and if that were the case ..." Heels pivoted, turning her slender figure to face her guests with a very pleasant smile, no mischievous thoughts attached. "...I obviously wouldn't have been seen.." A single eye blinked toward the little platinum blonde. She wouldn't answer her last question regarding her meal's taste. Anyone who knew this particular vampire for more than a second knew of her expensive tastes and extremely high standards. Not any human was lucky enough to receive her icy kiss of death.

The corners of her mouth dropped slightly as her eyes barely narrowed and her head tilted a little in curiosity. Did her little Rose darling not eat humans? Moments from the past flickered by quickly through her mind as she tried to remember. Evelyn could've sworn the little devil bit a human or two here and there. Yet, here she was with lips weakened with such a temptation, her actions quietly conveying her desires as though taking a bite would surely be a taboo. Straightening her head, another smile curved against her flawless face, with much more mischief and evil underlying it this time. These undead humans were so amusing, sometimes.

And undead humans, they were. If it bites with sharp fangs, has icy cold skin, and feeds off of human blood, it's not necessarily a vampire. An undead human could walk around for an entire millennium, if they live to be that long, but they could simply be just an undead human with fangs and a thirst for blood, not a vampire. Most of them were just as mortal as they truly were before the night they were sired. Their mentality was still there with their morals and brainwashed thoughts that the society of their time implemented onto them. Almost as disgusting as humans themselves, some of them labeled themselves as "good" vampires who only drank animal blood instead of much healthier and tastier human blood. They valued human life only because they still struggled letting go of their own human past. Some even went as far as chewing up human food and keeping tuned-in to the latest pop culture fads. Others simply became serial killers after their siring and ran around cities with such an uncontrollable blood-lust, enjoying this new strength they didn't have before.

They were simply corpses that refused to lay still... whether they would make the true transformation and become a real vampire was still in question. Fortunately, Evelyn was around to help with this little dilemma. "I've had my share of him, love." She informed her with such an encouraging tone as her heels made their way toward her, but not to her. She would pause right beside her pretty little Rosey, taking in unneeded air and breathing that delicious lingering smell of blood her way as she spoke softly in her ear. "You're more than welcome to have a taste." Sharing prey was a rare action for Evelyn to do, but at such a lovely time like this little reunion, sharing with dear friends was only to be expected from this hospitable hostess.

She wouldn't take another step forward. Assuming that her darling Rose would allow herself to be a vampire for a moment or two, Evelyn simply turned her head, and icy blue eyes found themselves resting on the other insane blonde, although whereas Rose made crazy look fun and sexy in heels, Daniel just made unstable minds seem so .... whiny. Even when he was found still leaning against a wall, the simple tone of his greeting was enough to point out every uncomfortable thought that must've been rushing through his mind at the moment. She would take no more than a second wondering what his thoughts were before she replied. "No need to be so distant, love. I won't bite .. for now." Why give him full hope and let him believe that her intentions weren't to mess around with at all, tonight? No, let him think that all of her time and devotion is to make him feel amazing yet miserable at the same time, even though he usually wasn't worth even half of her night. Who knows, though? With Rose around, Evelyn could possibly decide to have some fun during her visit in the states.

"What brings the two of you to a city like this, anyways?" As if the reason really mattered. They were here now ... all pretty and ready to play with.

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