Sorrow or Just Depression (Courts Twins, Shane)

[demitrius]

Click, click, click.

The sound of the camera was evident in the quiet of the pier. Usually you could hear the gulls calling or the dull hum of a boat's engine. Today there was nothing. Of course, no one would risk coming out in this weather. No one but Demi that is.

Swollen, midnight black clouds hung over the navy sea. The waves tossed and turned violently. A piece of driftwood was caught in the waves. It was thrown about carelessly, making it an excellent subject. In quick succession, Demi took a few pictures. The angst would be obvious in the pictures, making it some of his best work yet.

Sighing, Demi sat down on the edge of the pier. His bare feet dangled over the side. The sea splashed violently below him, spraying his legs. It was cold, but not that bad. His faded blue jeans had quite a few rips in them. The chilly air swirled around him, stringing the exposed part of his arms. Maybe wearing a tee hadn't been the best idea. Especially since the grey one he was wearing was paper thin.

Shivering slightly, he positioned his camera in front of his face. It was hard not to pose, but he wanted this to look real. Click. Checking it on the screen, Demi grimaced at the sight. He looked so... not normal. People were his favorite subjects, but when they knew pictures were being taken of them, the became another person entirely. Nature was the second best choice, it couldn't hide what it really was. But then, it didn't have the same play of emotions that humans did.

Sighing, Demi looked at the deserted streets. He wished someone would come by, anyone. It was rather depressing, not having anyone to take a picture of. His models didn't have to be drop-dead gorgeous, they just had to simply be. Sighing once more, Demi turned to look out at the sea. It looked so violent today, as opposed to yesterday, when it had been a calm, serene blue. How quickly it changed it's mood. It was almost like a person, showing off it's true nature.

(OOC: I'm sorry guys, it's a suckish post.... T.T)

[jezza]

The noise of a bottle shattering filled the empty pier sending gulls that had been quietly resting in the area into an uproar, shooting off into the sky with angry cries calling back to the offending being. A large white wolf, chain dangling from his collar was busy lapping up vodka from a carefully broken bottle, the neck knocked off and the bottle tipped some way away to prevent tainting the pure liquid with jagged pieces. The long white tail swished slowly as Dmitri drank up as quickly as he could, hearing the approach of his brother a few streets away though the scent of him was drowned out by the stench of the vodka. He needed to finish before Jezza rounded the corner in search of him.

Dmitri had pulled free about a half an hour ago, disappearing into an alleyway and racing off at a speed unmatchable by Jezza in human shape, and he hadn’t been about to lose all his clothes by changing there and then meaning he had to follow at a slower pace, faster than any human but still losing ground. The musky scent of the wolf’s fur left a trackable trail through the streets, despite the groups of people that wandered through it.

Jezza rounded the corner to the street where his brother had been lapping up the alcohol, seeing the white wolf trotting contentedly along the pier looking pleased with himself and ever so slightly drunk. Great, a big drunk and staggering wolf was the last thing he needed. Jezza sped up, diving and catching hold of the chain before Dmitri could pull away, hauling on it hard and grumbling.

“Stupid bloody dog... Yes, I said dog. One of these days they’ll take you into the pound if you’re running around like that. “ He growled deeply, getting a tight grip on the chain. “Come on, you better sober up before we go anywhere, I’m not taking you home like that... last time you chewed the furniture and got us thrown out.” He added rather icily, turning to look out over the water.

“If there was any justice in this world I should push you in the water, that would sober you up pretty quick.” He muttered to the excited wolf who barked loudly, fur bristling. Had anyone been there then it would have drawn a lot of attention, but there was only one guy, a few metres away, who was looking out to sea. Jezza’s appearance alone was normally enough to keep people from approaching him, the leather jacket covered in buckles, spikes and patches without a shirt underneath, the black leather trousers tight fitting, heavy boots open at the top, worn and flapping around his legs where he hadn’t bothered to fasten them properly. The general punk attire warned most people off, but the wolf at his side only made him all the more intimidating.

Jezza dropped down, crouching, sitting on his heels to take hold of the wolf’s head and pull it up to look at him directly. “Stop. Drinking.” This was in Russian, stated loudly and clearly to anyone who could understand the language though they might find it odd that he was saying it to an oversized dog who was more interested in mouthing at his fingers, tail wagging drunkenly.



(English, Russian)

[blake]

Los Angeles 3:42 AM

Well-manicured nails soiled their artistry and sunk their french tips into the pale flesh of Shane’s back just below the seam of her lace trimmed ebony bra. As a way of punishment, her reflexes acted accordingly and her hand shot to the throat of the woman sandwiched between herself and the ground, her elegant fingers closing tightly around the tanned flesh. With the female’s air path cut off, the nails only dug deeper, Shane arched her torso in delight as stagnant blood trickled down the mid section of her back to collect in splotches on the hem of her black jeans, darkening the material further.

As she choked the life out of her latest victim, an interior design student of the local art academy, the pin like ends of the fingers retracted, losing their grip as their owner lost her life. Her pulse weakened. Shane’s legs at the sides of her, as she straddled the soon to be dead body, picked up the nulling of the rhythm. A throaty laugh erupted from her nearly naked form as the hand fell away from her body altogether. This one hadn’t even made it to the bed before Shane’s more primal instinct to feed kicked in and sent the unsuspecting girl on a path to oblivion. Pitty, they could have had so much fun together.

In an act of all out animalism, she swooped forward, sinking her teeth into the neck of the fresh corpse, sucking the life source out of the already passed girl. She wouldn’t need it anymore, why let it go to waste? As she drank, the four cuts in her back closed, the fibers of her skin healing the last of what the dead girl left behind. Now all that would be left to remember her by was a stomach full of warm ooze, and of course her amateur design portfolio. Would they lay it out at her wake to praise her accomplishments that consisted of matching lavender to tope? Humans were so pathetic that way, putting such superficial displays of ‘artistic expression’ on a pedestal.

Once she had her full, Shane removed herself from the fleeting warmth of the body, giving her woundless back a good stretch. ”It was lovely meeting you, but I do not think I require your design expertise at this time.” Her attic apartment would stay looking like it was planted on top of a car garage for the time being, the color scheme of her lair was not a priority.

She hauled the body over her shoulder to the scrap yard behind the shop, carrying it to an oversized incinerator used for getting rid of old unneeded parts. Tossing the body in, Shane kick started the make shift cremation and dusted her hands of the girl who would never be heard from again. Friends and family would assume the worst, yet they still would not even begin to imagine the truth behind her disappearance.

New York 1:43 AM

Shane sat along the shoreline, smoking a cigarette, balancing on the back of a bench, her feet firmly planted where her ass should have been. Often she reflected on her kills, they were titillating and served as much more positive contemplation than drudging up old memories of her human past. This particular recounting had taken place days before, but was slowly becoming a favorite. There was nothing particularly extraordinary about the girl despite her marvelous physique and ascetically pleasing facial features. But the student was surely filled with potential, at least that’s what her kin and peers would say in mourning, and the crushing of this made the art of stealing her life even more enjoyable. Not only had she ruined that girl’s life for good, but she had successfully marred the next year of her associate’s lives with sorrow. God what she would give to sit in on the eulogy given by her father. Bet it would be a real tear-fest too.

Pushing off the bench, Shane leapt from her position to the ground, fancying the idea of a nice walk on the pier, perhaps a late night dip into the stormy waters that posed no threat to her. The balloons in her chest no longer required to be inflated by oxygen, drowning was not a possibility. Neither was cancer, one of the definite pros that kept the stench of tobacco radiating from her. Using her heightened agility, Shane lifted off the pier to land on the railing, coming dangerously close to over shooting her leap and falling into the waters below.

The balancing act was made easy by her supernatural prowess, and she flicked the dead cigarette into the water, immediately pursing a fresh stoge between her lips as she advanced along the thin wooden plank. Wanting to heighten the danger of the scenario, Shane’s eyes fell shut after lighting the cancer stick, fully appreciating the healthy drag without her visual sense to dominate the others. But voices cut through the smoke and her lids snapped open to two figures up a ways and below her. Craving amusement, she leapt, clearing the majority of the distance between them to perch herself above the two others, one of which was a dog?

”Nice dog, is it your bitch? Or if my gender assessment is incorrect maybe your it’s bitch. I’ve known a few people to dig on that sort of thing.”

[jezza]

The head of Dmitri was shaken rather roughly, disengaging the contact between brothers as the wolf pulled back, sitting down on his haunches with a look of challenge written all over his face. A dare. ‘Push me in the water, you know you can’t... right now I’m stronger –and- faster than you.’ And though Jezza could not read the clouded mind he could see the stance and pick up on the smells. His experience in his own wolf form made him all the more aware of body language and how his brother used it, after all, they needed to communicate some time. “I’m not joking. Next time I catch you drinking I’ll tie you down in the bath, or kick you off the pier. Your choice.” Neither of them thought to check for people listening in on such a private conversation, after all, people in America really were rather unfriendly, detached and avoided strangers if at all possible.

It had been similar in London, but not quite as bad. If you were in trouble you could count on everyone ignoring you with the exception of one or two who would approach stealthily and check your pockets. Anyone unconscious on the street was left there, for the most part, occasionally people ringing for an ambulance if they could be bothered, or if they had battery on their mobile phones. It wasn’t a cert, that was for sure.

But here, people were even worse, and that had suited the pair of them rather well, they looked after one another and needed no stranger sticking their nose into their business. Perhaps that was why they both got a shock when they heard a voice from above. The scent from the rather attractive female was... well, it was barely there. Both of the brother’s could smell the tobacco burning around her, but only Dmitri in his animal shape could detect anything else on her and what it was he could smell was blood. She lacked the usual bodily odours of a human and both of them knew why in an instant.

So, a vampire, and stopping to speak to them so openly. Jezza would have growled if it wouldn’t have incited a response that he probably couldn’t deal with, and if his brother hadn’t been drunk. He glanced down to the muscular beast at his side who should have been growling by now. Dmitri wasn’t growling at all.

In fact, his long tail was swishing rhymically, his great white ears tipped forward toward the voice, his head cocked to one side in curiosity. She was an astoundingly beautiful creature to say the least. Excitement brimmed through his fur, making him bulk up a little more as the hairs raised a little, some attempt to make himself seem larger and more impressive. If he had been a human he would have just given her a charming smile and tensed his muscles.

“He’s a rather vicious dog I’m afraid, I wouldn’t get too close in case he gets excited...” Even as he spoke he gave Dmitri a little dig in the side with his knee, subtle enough but a warning none the less. The wolf gave a heart hearted growl but soon gave up in favour of a small bark, or well, a bark he considered small. White teeth flashed as the deep woof echoed around the pier, causing his tail to speed up a little.

This however was beyond Jezza’s understanding. The way his brother was behaving, it was as if he were little more than a puppy wanting to please, not the strong self confident young man that would strut about as though he owned the place. He was acting like the dog she just called him. It was rather embarrassing. Dmitri wasn’t considering the social implications however, particularly not when he carefully raised himself up onto his hind legs and balanced them on the edge of the railing in some attempt to reach up to the vampire, making him nearly as tall as his six-and-a-bit foot brother when stretched out.
‘Hello, damn she’s fine. Get down here bitch and let me ravish you. Argh... WHY AM I A WOLF!?’



(English, Russian, Dmitri's Thoughts)

[blake]

Vampires were capable of living a life without fear, gifted with remarkable strength and agility that made the very human threat of violence no more than a mere annoyance. And yet some of her peers persisted to torture themselves with great amounts of emotional pain, getting attached to mortals and facing the inner debacle of either bestowing upon them the same eternal fate or watching them die via slow and natural means. But the gift of an outrageously extended lifetime was not something Shane would ever contemplate packaging up for some human for Christmas. She hated commitment, why tie herself down to another for an endless amount of time? It was silly, eternal love could fuck off, and any fool naive enough to buy into it could throw themselves into sunlight, they were a disgrace.

In her human years, which were significantly outdone by her decades as immortal, she had come across the ideal way to live, and now it functioned as the ideal way to unlive. Her body, pulse or no pulse, was a playground and she would treat it accordingly. Engage in any harmful activities so long as they kept her amused. This was only taken a step further as her body was no longer capable of being affected by sexually transmitted nuisances or the destruction of internal organs via drinking and smoking in excess. Normal deterrents for humans not to partake in some of her favorite past times, good thing she wasn’t one, that might make her question her way of life.

At the start of her new life Shane sought out the camaraderie of her vampire fellows as it appealed to the side of her that enjoyed allegiances. Joining with other’s of her kind to strike blows against the one force that could oppose the undead, werewolves. But years had passed and she eventually got bored with scuffling against a group so evenly matched. Taking in humans and overpowering them without much effort was more her style as of late. Sure they weren’t much of a challenge, but it was equivalent to a big Hollywood action film, it lacked substance but was sure as hell entertaining.

With this boredom came a pseudo isolation of herself. She didn’t associate with her kind all too frequently, most of which were too busy stirring up tiffs with their wolfish counterparts to pay much notice to one of their own going through a self-induced exile. Shane clashed with her peers on many levels, and time away from them was just what the doctor ordered. They tried so desperately to romanticize their situations, throwing balls and falling in love with one another. For fucks sake, could one put themselves on the same level as humanity any further? To re-familiarize themselves with the ways of the living meant to deny the bloodthirsty animal within, it was only a matter of time before their suppressed instincts kicked into gear and they destroyed all the precious humanity that they forced on themselves. Idiots. Accept your fate god damn it!

To further this divide Shane no longer had an interest playing West Side story with the dogs, they didn’t infringe on her and she didn’t need to lash back. At one time she had been able to pick a wolf from a sea of beings, now they just blended in with the other warm bodies. It was this that prevented her acknowledgement of what exactly the man and his dog were. As naive as it was she looked down upon them from her perch as nothing greater than the average mortal that she could easily dominate.

She watched the mutt curiously, scanning the creature in admiration of it’s lush coat, one that she could easily see made to line her leather jacket. The white would add a nice contrast to the black leather, but fashion was not the only thing that came to mind as she took in the dog. It was oddly personable, she had never seen a pup be so responsive and expressive. And who said animals couldn’t have personality?

”Vicious? Are you sure about that?” She smirked as the canine put it’s paws on the railing, perhaps the owner was out of tune with the beast. Shane leaned forward and gave the dog a quick pat on the head before dismounting the railing to land gracefully on the peer. Taking up the burning cigarette she inhaled the smoke, unable to take her eyes off the large white creature. She had never seen such a dog, obviously this one had more exotic origins than the local pound. ”Where’d you get such a pup? He doesn’t exactly look native to the streets of New York, no way would he be that white.”

[jezza]

Tense moments of panic welled in the heart of Jezza though it seemed they were not shared by his brother who was anxious to get as close as he physically could to the vampire as he could. But what was worrying Jezza was the fact she had made no comment, she was assuming that the dog was a real dog. Her first comment had put him off the trail but it seemed not, she really believed him to be a real dog or perhaps a wolf. What the hell was with this vampire. Either she was new to it or she hadn’t spent much time in the company of others because he knew how easy werewolves could be to detect but she had made no clue of her realisation.

Though he knew that two large werewolves should be more than a match for a lone vampire he couldn’t help but be concerned for their welfare if she were to find out, but the way his brother was acting, well it was making him feel a little sick, not because she was a vampire but because he knew exactly what was going on in the wolf’s head and how far Dmitri would push it if he thought he could. If she didn’t know what he was then he could get away with far more familiar behaviour on the principle that he was an animal and would know no better. His stints as human were so brief these days that he was becoming more and more animal every day, intelligent animal but animal none the less.

And now she was questioning the dangerousness of the werewolf because of it, god damn it, everyone else thought the big wolf was cute when all he could see was the wicked grin on his brother’s features as he did his best to lure people into liking him before he mauled them. “He is usually rather unfriendly. He must like you...” Jezza said reluctantly, those words accompanied by a yip from Dmitri as he was rewarded with a swift pat on the head ‘FUCKYEAH! IN YOUR FACE JEZZ!' He turned and followed her movements when she leapt from the railing, dropping down himself and falling to all fours, wagging his tail and moving toward her.

It was only Jezza hauling on the chain that prevented him from closing the distance again, the heavy links pulling back on the huge, thick collar around the wolf’s throat which was one of the few things that allowed Jezza to take him out on the street, well, that and a faked dog license. “Dmitri... I swear I’ll get a muzzle on you.” He growled at the dog in broad Russian, Dmitri turning around and growling at his brother before facing back to the female vampire with an excited delirium about him.

“If you can’t tell by my accent, we’re not from here, from Russia. He’s a Siberian wolf hound. Intelligent breed but prone to drooling...” He snapped the last line toward Dmitri as he pulled back on the chain in some attempt to get the male to stop pulling, but pure werewolf power won out on Dmitri’s part and the chain links slipped from Jezza’s hands, allowing the hug wolf to close the distance between himself and the vampire, sitting down at her side and looking up to her face, tail swooshing over the ground behind him in delight.

Dmitri couldn’t help himself, maybe this vampire has some special glamour or scent about her, but whatever it was he wanted to talk to her. As he couldn’t vocalise he would have to do the best he could in his wolf shape. It was technically an understatement to say he wanted to talk to her but it wasn’t appropriate for anything in wolf form to be thinking those things about any woman, though many might understand should they see the female standing here. She was stunning beyond compare. ‘Hey babe, how about you and me leave the idiot there and get to know one another better?’ He grumbled but the only noises that passed his lips were a series of small snorts and grunts of interest that any dog might make.

And now more than ever, Dmitri was wishing that he could just control his shape, just for one night. He’d tried before, he tried becoming human all the time but it never worked. Sometimes he would wake up as a human and go running for the door to go and get himself laid, drunk and stoned as quickly as possible but more often than not he would be a wolf again by the time he got off his bed and got half way into a pair of his brother’s trousers. Not that his brother’s clothing fitted him well, years of being trapped in a form which encouraged boundless energy, running and general activity meant that he was four times more muscular than the scrawny figure behind him but also a lot more of a mess. He had several scars down his back, wild hair and the gleam of a beast in his eyes. When he did become a human it would take several hours of brushing and treatment just to get him looking civilised again.

[blake]

Animals had never been so drawn to Shane, they saw her more as a threat than a potential companion with their unmatched senses that picked up on the strength concealed by her feminine form. This dog, wolfish in appearance, was almost human in the way it underestimated her and made playful attempts to break free from it’s chain to come closer to her. How much training did it require to insert a soul into the thing? After all was it not the soul that blinded humanity to the existence of vampire and werewolves in the first place? Surely the emotional center of a being was to be blamed for this ignorance as the more logical brain could eventually connect the dots and convert the evidence into a viable theory.

There had always been signs of the creatures that came out at night, they were common motifs in literature but were looked upon as no more than the clever imaginings of an early father of the horror genre. But all fiction had basis in fact, even stories that depicted cannibalistic beings that defied nature by outlasting mother Earth herself. At least that’s what vampires were capable of in theory. It was the lack of thought behind their actions that inevitably did them in, or more commonly the reliance on emotions to fuel these actions. Shane was reckless, sought out adrenaline surges, went out of her way to place herself in danger, but not once did she allow herself to get carried away by the fragments of humanity that resided within her, they were dormant and she planed on keeping them that way.

All the more insane aspects of her personality aside, it was the logical way to approach her life. The day she tapped into that underlying source of emotions was the day she signed off on her inevitable death. First would come an attachment to another, then would come the tortured soul act, and the final scene of her play would be written as a self-sacrifice for her attachment. It didn’t matter what it was; human, vampire, werewolf, but love would encourage no more than silly whims of affection and a devaluing of herself for another. Though she supposed that eventually she would get bored of not living, but being on the planet, the only thing left to discover would be death itself. Real death, not that suck your blood, then you suck mine fake out of an end.

Stepping out into the sun always seemed an appropriate way to go. It was not some pre-discovered human means of suicide, and the whole bursting into flames in public bit tickled her obsession with overdramatic exits. Centuries down the line that sounded like the perfect way to go, a blaze of unnatural and inhuman glory. Hm, cherry on top would be the headline of all the papers, which of course would be strictly digital by the time she considered this the appropriate course of action, Woman becomes burning ball in Times Square, are terrorists to blame? With every human coming with a built in camera attached to their brain stem a picture would even be able to accompany such an ominous sentiment.

”Interesting.” She tilted her head at the beast, unsure of how to deal with the animal not cowering away in fear, it’s tail tucked between it’s legs. Perhaps adding that trim to her jacket would be more plausible with the absence of it’s owner. A late night snack wouldn’t hurt either. At this notion she lifted her eyes to the human male, he made her some what nostalgic for the golden days of punk. His jacket could have been teleported straight from the late seventies at the emergence of the genre, she wouldn’t mind taking that for her own either. But despite the hour the pier was still a very public place and if she did this beatnick in she’d be singing herself up for taking out that other figure that was further down the length of the man made peninsula. It was unwise to commit mass murder, the humans would gain an advantage if they became aware of her kind.

Some sort of odd exchange occurred between the two, one that mellowed any suspicions that a lack of knowledge of the dog’s friendly demeanor in the man suggested he had simply picked the mutt up off the street to assist in panhandling, praying on the sympathies of animal lovers. It could be thought of as cute that the man spoke to his canine friend, at least to a being with more than blood and chaos on the brain.

The dog got it’s will and broke from the other to seat itself at Shane’s feet, gleefully dusting the back of her combat boots with it’s tail. ”Intelligent in deed, he has refined taste.” She smirked, implying that the pup’s choosing of her over it’s handler was a sign of her own worth while slighting the other’s. ”Keep this up and I may have to take you home with me.” And skin you for wearing. Shane turned her grey eyes onto the dog, getting the distinct impression that it would understand her words fully. It didn’t listen to it’s master, but if it liked her so it might take what she had to say keenly.

[jezza]

Any typical animal would have withdrawn, run away from any of those three, vampires were dangerous hunters though Animals were not often at risk from them or at least not that Jezza knew for he himself had only met vampires who drank the blood of humans, feeling animal blood was unclean whereas he and Dmitri never hunted humans. Well, perhaps that was overemphasising, they never killed humans for food but Dmitri didn’t have anything against a good biting to an assaulter or attack though if he didn’t plan on killing them they were both careful neither to scratch or bite them.

But right now the fascinated male would have scratched or bitten anyone if he thought he could just muster himself up into his human form, if even for only a few hours, just long enough to spirit her away. It occurred to Dmitri then that he wasn’t being sensible, she was a murdering monster with claws and jaws that could tear him apart, something was making him unreasonable, ignoring his brother to whom he was normally so loyal all in sake of the vampire that he was so avidly interested in.

Jezza could see the physical attraction, indeed the woman was beautiful but she was a vampire, a dead creature and holding her close would be like caressing a corpse and necrophilia had never been an attractive prospect. Even though he knew his brother hadn’t gotten laid in a few months it didn’t mean he needed to pounce on the first woman he saw, if truth be told it was even less likely he’d get with this one since if he changed shape she would see what he was and likely try to kill the pair of them.

Eyes examining the vampire, Jezza could see the surprise at his brother’s behaviour written all over her face, he knew that she would be used to animals avoiding her at all costs just as animals would do the werewolf brothers. They were more deadly hunters of beasts, faster running and though perhaps not physically much stronger, much better adapted to take down something on all fours. Humans weren’t their natural prey. But the look in the vampire’s eye was more than surprised, it was calculating, hinting at some thoughts that perhaps would be better unknown to the owner of the beautiful dog.

As if confirming his thoughts she looked up and seemed to consider him, weighing him up. “I wouldn’t be much of a meal, I’m too thin...” But those words were disguised in Russian, directed to the woman but for the werewolf on the floor to hear and understand, some kind of realism to drag him out of his spellbound gaze. Indeed the wolf did glance up but only to bark at his brother, his tail slowing it’s wag ever so slightly, fur bristling. ‘Piss off, I know she’s a vampire but I bet she’s different... come on, LOOK at her, she can’t be a killer.’ He glanced up at the woman, ears twitching a little. ‘Well, okay she could be a killer... but... oh fuck off home and leave me here.’ Another growl rippling from the thick fur, his ears flicking back again momentarily before his attention was drawn back to the hypnotic vampire.

Jezza himself couldn’t help but issue the smallest growl though he realised that it would likely sound deafening to the vampire whose senses would no doubt rival his own, beat them in this form. His brother, good taste indeed, the statement brought a slightly scornful laugh from his lips. “Yeah, right... He always knows where the trouble in the area is anyway.” He muttered. He couldn’t help but marvel at the fact the vampire still hadn’t worked it out at all, hadn’t seen past the fur to a human intelligence... well, a nearly human intelligence.

But Dmitri was too busy being interested in the vampire to notice the growl or the comment, in fact the only comment he noticed was the possibility of him going home with her. He couldn’t help himself, he moved closer and nudged her cool hand with his furry head, his tail wagging like mad. ‘Come on, let’s go back to your place babe, forget him.’ He longed to be able to speak and physically tell her he was all up for going back to hers... it was a shame Jezza wasn’t about to translate that.

“Hah, you say that now but wait until he starts making a mess of the furniture or rolling around in your bed all day.” He nearly cringed when he said that, meaning for it to be taken at face value but seeing the second meaning hidden beneath.

[demitrius]

The barking and growling of an animal shocked Demi out of his deep thoughts, one's he shouldn't have been contemplating. The past isn't important, he told himself sternly. Focus on the present. And the present looked like it was very interesting.

A man- well, boy really- hauled a white dog on a chain down the street. Actually, dog wasn't really the right word. The white monstrosity looked more like a wolf. A big on at that. Picking up his camera, Demi took a few quick shots of a very interesting exchange. The owner of the beast seemed to be having a fight with it, growling in Russian. Demi had traveled around the world and had picked up a few words. He recognized 'stop' and 'drinking'. This just confused him. Why in the world should the dog stop drinking? Was this guy trying to dehydrate his pet?

The addition of another voice was unexpected, but what was most unusual was that Demi knew this voice. A raised eyebrow was directed toward the beautiful woman who often said some awkward things. He loved this about her. His mystery woman. Demitri didn't know her name, but that wasn't always important to the plot, whatever that might be. Her pictures were hanging up in his gallery, waiting in line to be chosen for his next exhibit.

Watching the two, he noticed the dog took an interest in the woman. A sense of protectiveness took over, even though they barely knew each other. She had been a model for him once, and Demi was fiercely protective of his models. It might be just a job to them, or something to kill time or for kicks, but he took everything about his work seriously.

Pulling his camera over his head, Demi stood and wiped off his pants. The damp pier might have gotten his pants wet, not that it really mattered to him. Some people said artists didn't care what they looked like that. Demitri didn't know about them, but he honestly could care less about clothing. If he wouldn't get arrested for it, he wouldn't wear clothes.

Stepping up beside his mystery girl, he cleared his throat just to make sure all attention was on him. It was too easy to ignore him if he just stood there. He gave her a smile, obviously meant to be charming, yet friendly.

"Hello again," he said, a bit on the quiet side but still loud in the quiet of the pier. Turning reluctantly, he gazed at the dog with distaste. Demi had no dislike for animals, but he had no love for this one. Looking back at his model, he asked, "Is this mutt," he spat out the word, it was meant to be an insult. "bothering you darling?" He punctuated this endearment with a small touch on the elbow.

Ignoring the prancing dog, Demi looked to the owner and raised an eyebrow. "You should learn to control your dog. It's obvious it doesn't respect you at all."

[blake]

”Trouble in the area? I’d hardly think he’s in immediate danger with me.” She batted her eyelashes, giving her best I’d never steal your dog and turn him into a jacket smile, one that she was quite good at with her years of experience with manipulating the male psyche. One well placed hand on his arm and he’d be just as in love as the creature at her feet. But she didn’t need two men slobbering all over her, especially when she was only interested in the nonhuman one. However being a vampire meant she didn’t have to touch him at all to get what she wanted. Once she would set her stormy eyes on the man’s own she could project ideas into his head, make him leave and seemingly on his own accord.

Her keen ears picked up movement behind her, whoever had decided to make a late night stop at the pier was closing the distance, the soft padding against the wooden platform indicating that they were barefoot, and the weight in each step also suggesting a male. Great, now she needed to get multiple men to piss off and let her alone with the mutt. She rolled her eyes at the weak introduction, something she took as a sign of low confidence. If he was going to interrupt her little chat with the animal and his owner he could at least announce his presence with bit more pizzazz.

She lazily tilted her head back, sinking her chin into the shoulder of her leather jacket to look at the new comer. Boredom in her eyes, she gaze at the boy, who had an oddly familiar look about him. It was ridiculous to think that she could have met this street walker, judging by his attire a lowly payed male prostitute, prior to this encounter. New York was a huge place, but still chance liked to toy with people almost as much as she did, it was not entirely impossible that there had been another chance meeting in their past.

The way he spoke to her made it obvious that he at least thought they had met before, why not humor the human and go with it? ”Mutt? No he’s lovely...” This situation could turn ugly with the way the human was acting so possessive, well, with a little encouragement anyway. Shane wanted a good show, but more so she wanted that dog to herself. And she would get what she wanted, she always did. ...But the owner is a bit troublesome. He asked me to come party with him, whatever that means.”

Shane dropped to a crouch beside the large animal who was larger than her in such a prone position. She draped an arm over it’s shoulders, the thick fur swallowing her limb. ”Wouldn’t you like to come home with me boy? I’ve got loads of nice furniture for you to destroy.” Giving the wolf a bit of a scratch on the underside of his chin, Shane pushed herself up, standing almost level with the male’s in her boots. She focused her orbs on the owner this time, tilting her head dreamily as she forced carelessness into his immediate thoughts. He would not run to stop her, and the human boy would surely go out of his way to put the other in his place for allegedly disrespecting her.

With her getaway wrapped up nicely in a parcel of potential chaos and violence, Shane moved passed the handler, patting his shoulder as she went by. ”Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of him.” At that she motioned for the dog to follow, her East Coast lair was not far from the shore.

[jezza]

Trouble... as if a vampire like that wouldn’t be trouble. The thoughts raced through Jezza’s mind as he tried to think of some way to take his brother home without physically changing into a wolf and fighting him all the way back, dragging him kicking and howling. He knew that he wasn’t as strong or fit as the muscular male wolf but he would be strong enough to make some impact at least. But that would mean revealing himself as a werewolf and therefore, his brother, and by doing that he was risking them both. It would be far better to let the vampire live in ignorance on that front.

And while Jezza pondered a way to escape from the situation, Dmitri was watching an approaching figure with malicious intent. A younger male who looked as though he knew this beautiful Aphrodite by the way he approached her so casually. It was unstoppable, the growl rising in his throat, the hairs on his back bristling with unbridled hatred toward the male who was lucky enough to have a human form. The familiarity, the little pet name that the young man dared to lower over the vampire was drowned by a snarl, maw gaping open to reveal long and very sharp, white teeth, easily capable of ripping a man to shreds.

The maw was closed and the snarl cut short however when the beautiful figure crouched down, her cool skin running over his fur gently, scratching his jaw and chin and making his tail swish happily, more like the tail of some tame little beast than a real wolf the way he used it. His fur settled at her words and he tipped his head toward her, moving a little as to place himself between her and the newly approached man.

‘Oh god baby, take me home now. The first things we can destroy can be the springs on your bed. And then the sofa... and then maybe the table. Daaaaamn, let’s GO!’ The go was punctuated with a small woof of appreciation, a glance back at his brother telling the werewolf not to get involved with this Dmitri was going and that was final.

But Jezza was more focussed on the human than the fawning wolf right now, glaring angrily at him with a look of real dislike. “Leave my dog alone fucker.” The punk snapped, a small growl trickling from his throat. “It respects me a hell of a lot more than anyone respects you, go and mind your own business before I make you.” The threat came out quickly but he wasn’t bluffing. He didn’t want this intrusion as well as his brother’s foolishness. The last thing he needed was to have to fight a vampire and another human, especially when he would easily tear the human apart.

The human became the entire fixation of his attention, the thoughts of his brother sliding out of focus and crawling beneath some mental carpet where the dust was kept. Vaguely his mind screamed at the fact he was just as enthralled by the vampire as his wolven brother but he didn’t make a note of it, he hated her, he wanted her out of here and if she had to take his brother with him then well, she’s have to do that. “You do that. Dmitri, when you’re ready to come home and apologise, do so.” He directed the last sentence at the dog with a malevolent growl and glare though it only lasted a moment.

‘YES! GET IN. Woman, go now. DIRECT ME TO YOUR BED.’ Dmitri swished his tail excitedly and pushed against Shane, wanting to urge her to leave while his brother was distracted. ‘Come on! Oh yes, getting lucky tonight. Even WITH the paws. But dayumn girl if this tongue couldn’t be put to good use.’

[demitrius]

This dog was seriously annoying. That was all Demi could think as he walked the dog bark and growl at him. Really, he wasn't that threatened. Sure, a growling animal was a bit scary, but it seemed like the owner had a good hand on it, despite what he had said earlier.

Flabbergasted, he watched as the woman bent down to scratch the dogs chin. She... liked this dog? The one that was almost humping her? His eyes must have been the size of tennis balls, he was so shocked. Demi might have sputtered something, but he wasn't sure.

Then, because it would be rude not to, he listened to what the boy said. Respect? That made him raise his eyebrow. Did no one know who he was? Demitrius Suarez, that was a pretty unusual name. And you'd think that here in New York, they'd know him better then any other place. He'd grown up here, he'd lived here, he'd shot a lot of his best work here. Shaking his head, he sighed in disappointment. Well, he couldn't hope for everyone to know his work, but it would have been nice. He was a top photographer, working with some of the world's top models. They weren't his favorite thing to shoot, but it payed well.

All of a sudden, the woman stood and gazed into the other man's eyes. A sort of glazed-over look appeared in his eyes and his whole face seemed to relax, like he'd just thought of something completely calming. Demi was so confused. Sure, she was beautiful, but he didn't think that was cause for that kind of look. Was it really that peaceful? This whole situation was just strange. What the hell was going on?

Quite unexpectedly, the owner suddenly let her take his dog. It seemed like they were going to her house. His eyes widened. Could she... was she... into... bestiality? Well... that was a kink he didn't expect. Watching her leave, Demi turned, still in shock, to the owner. "What the hell just happened?" he asked incredulously.

((OOC: Hey guys, I was thinking that we could have a plot where Shane steals Dmitri and then Jezza and Demi have to team up to save him... idk, just a thought. Oh, and don't post so much without me this time! lawlz!))

[blake]

[God Mod with permission of course.]

Again the dog was spoken to threateningly by it’s owner and Shane was beginning to suspect that something more was up than just some spectacular show of obedience training. Any doubts surrounding the wolf’s true identity were quickly lifted away by her overwhelming vanity. She reminded herself that she was untouchable and no being could match her own keen senses, well, there had never been studies contrasting the smelling prowess of canines versus vampires, but once the academic community caught wind of their existence testing of vampiric abilities would undoubtedly peek the interests of those in the biological field. Scientists would use focus groups to collect data on the supremacy of vampires, while more anthropological minds would be intrigued by their historical implications and evolution.

She would see this inevitable chain of events down the line, her species could not stay concealed forever, or put into her terms, they could not stay hidden for the length of her stay. The animal trotting at her side pushed her into curious thoughts regarding the scientific theory of evolution. She did not care to hypothesize the reasons for her existence or how vampires came to be, but every so often something sparked her brain waves and sent them on an entirely off base intellectual path. Her grey eyes fell to the wolf at her side and she forced herself out of such a silly reverie to remark internally at how fantastic her accomplishment was. She had successfully freed the handler of his pooch and was making off with him to add a nice flair to her jacket.

But the padding of cushioned paws beside her was a pleasant rhythm, and never having been a dog owner was incapable of understanding the appeal of such a companion until now. Vampires were essentially doomed to an existence of isolation, at least if they knew what was good for them, and the company of the warm-blooded creature was oddly... enjoyable. She appreciated that it couldn’t talk back or beg for mercy like a human, which were the usual pick for ownership, but the panting was soothing on some level, a reminder of the simple pleasures of life.

Perhaps immediately killing the thing was not in the cards for the night, she would at least keep it alive until she got bored of it. Once that labored breathing became more irritating than soothing that pelt was as good as hers. The duo came up to her building, a decently clean tower of lofts and she briskly typed in the code for entry and motioned the dog ahead of her before following suit and transitioning into the lobby of the building. No security guard was there to forbid the canine’s passing, she had gotten hungry earlier and still had a few quarts of his red stocked up in her refrigerator. It would become problematic in the morning when police would insist on questioning all in the building, but they were just a glamor away from being off her trail for good.

The elevator took them to the top floor and during the ride Shane smiled down at the wolf that came nearly to her hip. ”You aren’t so bad are ya?” Her door was unlocked, as it always was. Unlike her neighbors she would enjoy coming home to a few tasty burglars, but the neighborhood was not nearly degenerated enough for that scenario to be more than a two-thousand to one odd.

The loft itself was clean, cherry hard wood floors throughout and a dark chocolate coat of paint to keep things within a hue she could tolerate to look at. Bright colors were not her style and they reflected the fluorescent lighting to an obnoxious level. Her unused kitchen and the living room made up the main space, and separated by a door was the bedroom, from there was bathroom access. Three rooms were more than enough, but what really hiked up the rent bill was the enormous windows that captured a fantastic view of the city. She had pushed aside the thick drapes that protected her from the sun during the day prior to leaving a few hours before, and allowed herself a moment to marvel at one of the more fantastic human accomplishments before shutting the door behind the mutt.

”Try not to finish off all the furniture while I take a shower, I do not enjoy the feeling of sand in my hair.” She paused, now she was the one talking to the animal, how ridiculous. Shane shrugged off her jacket and tossed in onto the sleek, black leather couch. ”As if you could even understand what I’m saying.” She chuckled at this positively idiotic notion and made for the bedroom, lifting her shirt over her head as she did so. Lingering in the doorway to the other room, she turned to warn the dog. ”Pee on anything and I’ll castrate you.” The threat was not presented in a harsh tone, but a quick raise of her eyebrow indicated that she meant business.

Dropping the shirt behind her, Shane continued into the bathroom to wash the grime of the beach from her permanently youthful body.

[jezza]

Dmitri enjoyed the look of shock that spread across the infuriating man’s face as he was taken under the arm of the beautiful, youthful vampire though he had no clue to her real age he suspected from the way she moved, her confidence, that she was not of the newest generation but a little older. Hell, he didn’t mind older women, not in the slightest and particularly not when they were this close and exuding some delicious scent free from those human odours that really were unpleasant on the nose. He could smell the human strongly in comparison to her, repulsion causing his nose to wrinkle up, revealing a set of very sharp teeth.

The vicious look was disturbed when he heard his brother give up, relenting to the obvious good sense and allowing him to do as he pleased. Jezza indeed had been inflicted with some glamour and a great deal of his mind was fighting it, it was a shame that she had already walked off with the great beast that was his brother and left him standing, looking at the other young man with confusion on his features. “God damn it... fucking vampire.” He growled deeply, sniffing at the air gently, he could smell his brother’s trail but he didn’t exactly just want to take off after her. Something was stopping him and he didn’t know what, he didn’t realise that it was the glamour still hanging around him, making his thoughts heavy and sluggish.

He heard the voice directed to him and dragged himself out of his own thoughts to glare at the young man, taking a few moments to comprehend it. “He can look after himself...” He replied, throwing a glance toward the direction which the two strayers took. “It doesn’t matter, he’ll come home when it all goes wrong looking guilty.” He didn’t care that the man would wonder at his phrasing, it didn’t matter at all. He was too worried about his brother.

His brother however was trotting at the side of the beautiful vampire, tail wagging calmly while is mind raced. ‘Yes, I can’t believe it. First decent vampire I meet and she’s a kinky bitch who likes the paws. Get in... Maybe she knows I’m a werewolf...? Maybe she likes that kind of thing. Oh, too much fun!’ The last phrase was punctuated with a small woof as they entered the building, him bounding up to the elevator and trying to press the button on his own, missing rather spectacularly.

He contented himself with sitting down and waiting for her to do it herself, taking note of the floor she was on as they rode up, following her out and sauntering into her loft, taking note of every detail and noting that it looked rather... well kept. He didn’t pause in making himself at home, wandering around and examining the decor, the miscellaneous items, everything. Only did he stop his examination when she started speaking to him

He turned to face her, those intelligent eyes fixing on her face and watching, cocking his head as making his fur cascade to the left. A wolfish grin crossed his features though to be fair it was the only type of grin he could manage right now, her furniture wasn’t what he wanted to be chewing on right now. Settling himself on her floor he turned to watch her as she started moving, his tail moving manically fast as the pulled the shirt off, throwing it onto the floor and heading into the bathroom.

Obviously she was heading into a shower, and right now he didn’t think he fancied sitting in her sittingroom on her own, instead he raised himself onto his paws and slunk forward into the doorway, lying down with his head on his paws, tail swishing gently as he pulled himself closer on his front, trying to be as quiet as physically possible, knowing his claws would clatter on the wood if he simply trotted in.

[demitrius]

What the hell was going on here? That girl walked off with this man's dog- one that didn't look too friendly, at least, to Demi. It seemed to feel different about the model. He should really learn her name. And maybe it would be a good idea to learn the fellow's standing in front of him.

What was odd about this though, was that the guy seemed very animate about the dog being punished. It must have done something wrong, whatever that was. Demi didn't really care, to be honest. The dog was just a dog. But this boy seemed upset and hadn't been very nice to his mystery lady in the first place. Still, he let her take his dog. It was all very peculiar.

Demi glanced at him in confusion when he said 'vampire'. Everyone knew there were no such things as vampires or werewolves or witches. Maybe it was just a figure of speech. Demitrius shrugged.

"It's a dog man," he said a bit drolly. "You sure it'll know it's way home?" He smirked and nodded in the direction the two had left. "Besides, he seemed to be enjoying himself. What if he doesn't want to come back to you? You weren't exactly the nicest person, after all."

Noticing what looked like worry on the others face, Demi chewed on his lip. Maybe they should follow her. After all, she just really kidnapped this guy's dog. "You want to go after her?" he asked. "We can get your dog back."

Demitri realized what he was offering, but didn't retract the offer. That wasn't really polite, and besides, he had nothing better to do. But first, he should really know this boy's name.

"I'm Demitri," he said, offering a hand for the other to shake. "But you can call me Demi. I'm a photographer, as you might be able to tell from the camera." He gestured to the piece of equipment hanging from his neck. "And you are?"