Seemingly Alone [Phoenix Slater]

[calista]

Calista raced down the quiet streets on her Kawasaki Ninja ZX-12. She wanted to get to her family’s Hampton’s house before Midnight. She smiled as the gate to her house came into view. She hit the button on her keychain that automatically opened the gate, so she could just drive right through. She hit yet another button half way down the ¼ mile drive, to open the garage door. She had been slightly picky with her attire that night when she finally woke up; choosing to wear bright blue skinny jeans, a yellow graphic tee under her leather jacket and 3 inch black heels as opposed to the biker boots she usually wore when taking her Ninja out for a ride.

Shutting the garage door, Cali made her way through the large summer house; her heels clicking on the hardwood flooring. She loved the house and was thankful her Diplomat father wasn’t in the country to take advantage of it; He was back at home in Romania with her mother. She sighed, walking down the hall to her bedroom. She missed her parents. She hadn’t seen them in over a month. With her growing up in the darkness that was nightfall, Calista’s parents and loved ones hadn’t actually noticed the change that took place 3 years ago. Nor did they find out her true reasons for returning to Bucharest the year before; to kill her mentor, the one who changed her. Asshole that he was hadn’t deserved the death Cali had given him, but she’d at least made sure there was pain involved.

Cali quickly changed into her hot pink bikini and matching sarong, putting her hair up into a messy bun atop her head; the length could be killer on the back of her neck sometimes. She sighed, looking in a mirror quickly, to glance at the tattoos visible; of which there were 5. Cali smiled brilliantly at her reflection before turning away, walking out the back door. Her far back of the backyard switched smoothly from grass and walking stones to sandy beach, so she didn’t need shoes, or anything.

As she walked the waters’ edge, Cali sighed, happily. She loved the beach. It was beautiful, but she realized that it wasn’t the quiet serenity of the beach that she wanted. She wanted company and knew it was a rare sight to find any, at the beach, just past midnight. She would just have to get over that, or pray someone shows up randomly.

[* Phoenix Slater]

(OOC: Sorry, had a lot of muse. ;3 )

Nyx had been as raw as a rabbit for the past two months. He darted from shadow to shadow, green eyes widening when he would be caught in someone's headlights. Not very long ago, he used to be one of those people, hidden away in his house, safe from the world. What an idiot he'd been. He scowled, darting from his hiding space and vaulting over the nearest wall. He perched there, acid green eyes flitting to and fro, searching for any signs of... "Hey, you! What're you doing up there?!" Phoenix flinched, leaping from his perch into the nearest yard. "Damn humans." He muttered, kicking at the dirt in disgust.

Of course, he knew he had nothing to fear from them. They had every right to fear him though. He could hear the scruffy youth huffing, scrambling up the wall after his prey. Don't come after me, don't come after me, don't-! But he wasn't too good at using his new 'abilities' yet. The wiry, mangy looking teenager appeared at the top of the wall, fierce grin on his face. One wiff from the breeze told Nyx that this boy was human. And high. "This is my turf, so leave before I kill you." Phoenix glared back, but said nothing. "You asked for it." The boy shoved off the wall, landing a few feet away from Nyx. In a flash of inspiration, he bared his fangs, a low hiss rising from his lungs.

He almost laughed when the boy scrambled back up the wall, but he managed to keep his fangs bared. He sighed, his body trembling from the effort of not chasing after the teen. It'd serve him right. Trying not to look guilty, he scaled another wall, only to find a beach. A bubble of pleasure rose from his stomach and he found himself jogging along the water line. He couldn't be here during the sunlight, but he could be here at night. There was no rule against that, now was there?

He glided along, slowly picking up speed as he began to race the waves. His laughter echoed around him, and for the first time in two months he was actually relaxed. That is, until he came across some odd smell. Female, with an undercurrent of...something. He froze, nose lifted to the breeze in an effort to place that smell. Not human, but what then? He didn't have any control as his body began to trot in the direction of the scent, only stoppig when he found its source. It was at that minute, looking into the girl's eyes, that he realized why he scent was familiar. It was like his own, so that meant that she was a Vampire. He froze again, going all 'deer-in-the-headlights'. He stayed that way for a while, wondering what would happen.

A startled hiss escaped his throat finally, and his lip curled into a snarl. His body took on a defensive stance, but his eyes showed all of his fear. He backed away slightly, eyes glued on the girl.

[calista]

Cali had been standing; her feet in the water, unsure of how far she was willing to walk down the beach before turning back to her home. It was such a wonderful night; she figured she may just stay out there until the sun was about to rise. She spun a couple times before stopping, hearing a man’s laughter coming from nearby. At least, she thought she heard laughter. Cali shook her head, dismissing the noise as something from the sea before her. It wouldn’t have been the first time she’d heard something that wasn’t actually there.

Being around the ocean, there weren’t many people around. And that meant, there weren’t any thoughts intruding on Cali’s mind from the people around her; a positive in the partial Psychic Vamps’ books. Cali turned at the sound of soft steps in the sand. Those were sounds she wasn’t imagining. She turned, letting her lavender eyes search for the culprit making the noise. Said culprit was a young guy; a Vampire to be exact. He was pretty young, even for a Vamp. Cali guessed he was barely a year old; maybe even less than that.

And, he was scared. Even she could sense that without having to use her extrasensory abilities. He looked like, and she really disliked the analogy but, a deer caught in the headlights. Or rather, a baby deer caught in the headlights. She smirked, thinking she probably looked like him 3 years before. But then, that long ago, she had someone who was there to help her through it. This kid didn’t look like he had a friend or ally to depend on.

”Put the snarl away, Zahar. The tiny little Vamp won’t hurt you. Save it for someone you could actually scare.” Cali stepped away from the water and took a seat on the, supposedly, cool sand. Her 5”3’ body folded up to sit on the sand. She patted the spot beside her. He was here, and she was, admittedly, lonely. ”There’s no point in walking away. I’m older than you, I’ll catch up. So, you may as well come sit with me and talk; unless of course, you’re afraid.” She’d said the last part with laughter in her undertone; knowing he probably was scared; beyond scared. The poor kid looked terrified to even be near Cali and her colour, petite self.

She wondered what he was thinking, but if he was a new Vamp; his thoughts would be too jumbled for her to read. Not that she would try. She only listened to then when they were out there; she’d never go into someone’s mind, their memories and root around. It wasn’t polite; on the contrary, it was quite rude and terribly disrespectful. Her parents raised her better than that; even if it was in the dark. She turned the man before her. ”Mind if I ask you your name?” She asked, politely. Her parents may have raised a night-lover, but they raised her well.

[* Phoenix Slater]

Nyx relaxed neither his stance nor his snarl as he stared at the woman. Now that he was closer to her, he could tell that she was indeed a young woman. Early twenties at the oldest, late teens at the youngest. Regardless of her age, she was older than he was. No 'ifs', 'ands' or 'buts'. He went even more motionless, if this was possible, when she spoke to him. Though he didn't understand the word she used (sounded like 'Zahar') and didn't understand if she was insulting him or not.

Slowly, he began to relax bit by bit. He snarl slipped off his face, and he stood up a little straighter. "You won't hurt me?" He asked, edging closer to her. He let disbelief color his tone, but his eyes were hopeful. "But you just said you were older than I. How am I to know you won't use your older Vamp powers to masacre me?" He asked, his tone slightly teasing. He tilted his head, judging how fast he could be up and running from a sitting position.

"Yes, you may be petite, Dame, but who's to say you're completely harmless, hmm?" He mused, slinking closer. He really wanted to believe her, but what if it was a trick? He puffed up when she said that he was afraid. He was, but he'd be damned -no pun intended- if he let her see how scared he truly was. He took three steps, finally closing the distance between them, and settled onto the sand.

"I am Phoenix Slater. And you are?" Nyx replied, tilting his head a bit. His eyes had gone from toxic green to a soft grass green, and he all but lost his fear. He could never really get rid of that. It mostly spun off of his being alone, having no one there for him. Maybe... his hope leaped as he thought this. Maybe she could teach me? She's older. she's a more experienced Vampire than myself. One could only hope, though. The girl probably didn't want to be helping a scared little teen Vamp find himself. He scowled at this particular thought, almost standing up. He wished he could go to his dad, tell him everything. But he couldn't. Why? Nyx was likely to kill him, then he'd truly be alone.

[calista]

A fit of laughter erupted from Cali. He looked at her funny when she’d used her pet name for everyone. Zahar. It meant sugar in her native tongue; Romanian. She sighed, turning to look out over the crazy dark waves. Romania. She missed the country so much and wished beyond hope that she could get there more often. ”It means Sugar.” She muttered, knowing he could still hear her over the waves.

She watched as he slowly, began to relax. Little by little the young kid before Cali turned into just that; a young kid. At his tentative questions, Cali shook her head and genuinely smiled at him. ”I won’t hurt you and please, you make me sound positively ancient, which I can assure you, I am not.” Cal couldn’t keep the small laugh from finally escaping. She’d held it in check, for the most part. ”Massacre?” she thought.

”A Massacre would imply many. No, it would be more murder than massacre. Neither of which are on my things to do list tonight.” she shrugged, nonchalantly. ”You’ll have to wait until tomorrow night. I think it may be on the agenda for then. I’ll have to double check my calendar, of course…” The laughter that was clearly visible in her eyes, poured softly from her full, parted lips.

It never failed. She couldn’t keep a straight face or keep up a false story for very long. Don’t misunderstand. If need be, Cal could lie through her teeth and have everyone believe her, she was the daughter of a Diplomat, after all. But, she chose not to be like the politicians of the world; handing out false truths like they were sugar-free desserts. A main reason she didn’t tell people who her parents were.

She let her laughter die down to a smirk. His comments were eliciting thoughts from Cali’s mind. ”Who’s to say anyone is as harmless as they appear? You can’t know what someone is like unless you’ve taken the necessary time to talk to them and get to know them.” She smiled, resisting the temptation to see if his thoughts were also hiding the fear she saw earlier. She knew how rough it could be with the change still so new. Never seeing the sun again, well, at least for her wasn’t something she could cry over. She’d barely seen it when she was a human girl. He settled into the sand beside her, most likely deciding that it would be the easiest way to hide his fear of her, from her. She didn’t need those Telepathic skills of hers to understand that. That was psychology 101.

”Phoenix, hmm…” She thought as she turned to face him a bit more and get a better look at him. Her eyes widened ever so slightly; really, barely noticeably. The kid taking up the beach beside her was just that, ironically; a kid. She gauged that he was barely out of his teens. 19 at the most, she’d speculate. She extended her hand, making eye contact with him. ”I’m Calista Delamater. However, you can call me Cali, if you prefer. The skies above know I’d sure as hell prefer it.” She smiled, casually looking up at those twinkling orbs in the sky. The view from the beach would have to be one her favourites. The stars were so clear from there. It was no wonder at all why Cal preferred the summer house over most of the others around the world. ”So, Phoenix, what brings you all the way out here? I doubt you’re patrolling for food on an empty beach...”