((OPEN)) It's cold out darling, heat me up--

[sage]

If someone had been listening, perhaps sitting on a wooden bench and reading a novel, or maybe walking their dog, they would have heard a heavy thud that was muffled by the earth and the satisfied sigh of a woman.

Evangeline looked mutely down at the young lady who she had drained, the young woman whose skirt was a little too short and whose vest stretched tautly over her pert, suntanned breasts and she sighed again, but this time it was in exasperation. She tipped her delicate jaw towards the canopy of green above her and squinted through the leaves. The moon glowed hauntingly above like a doubloon tossed across satin black seas and Evie admired it for a moment and kissed the taste of her love of it on the tip of her tongue. It really was beautiful, and she had really always preferred the night anyways.

She rolled her shoulders and slunk forwards, the fluency of her movements almost feline, and crouched in front of her delicious kill. Evangeline was always careful to not leave behind young vampires in her wake because, for one, she had no desire to be responsible for them and for another, it was simply too much trouble to have to evade police once they found the body.

She gripped the left forearm with both pale hands and then abruptly yanked, driving her heels into the dirt, and with a sickening manipulation of a squelch and a crack, the arm began to tear away with the effort of her newly renewed strength and experience. Another pull and with a splatter of clear fluid being sprayed from the dismembered limb, the arm came free and Evangeline tossed it to the side. She went on to sever the other arm and both legs before she stood, slightly panting more out of habit then of actual loss of breath, and circled the slippery mess of what was left of the girl. She cocked her head to the side, her sable hair falling across porcelain cheekbones, before finally diving and with a swipe of her nails, the head rolled away with the drip of muscles and veins dragging after it.

This place could be found more easily then she would have liked- she had been in a hurry to drink and had not been able to drag her victim back as far as she should've, so she had to take extra precautions. The wind rustled the leaves around her and a sudden, delightful chill ran up the hairs at the back of her neck and she delighted in the cold. She began to dig a hole with the cups of her hands and vaguely realized that her fingernails were caked with blood and juices and skin and she absently sucked each one clean.

When she was finished tossing the twisted body parts and torso into the hole and had covered it up so precisely, no human eyes would be able to trace where it was, she pulled her ivory trench coat tighter around her soft curves and took off walking down through the trees, through the midnight until she reached a street and then she just walked. She was soundless against the asphalt and, with her hands shoved in her pockets and her pale petal lips and jawline still smeared with blood, she turned down a sidewalk into a moonlit blanketed park.

In the bliss of the post-hunt and the thick silence weighing on her shoulders, she suddenly craved the presence of somebody else, and so into the shadows she lurked, purposefully looking for somebody to entertain her.

She licked her lips and with the stalk of those long legs, one would think-- predator.

[Olivier Bonnaire]

The wind danced delicately through the dying trees and the moon shone brightly through the clouds as Olivier rode briskly along the narrow Paris sidewalk on his navy colored bicycle. Adrian, Olivier's half-brother, had fallen asleep on the couch back in their little apartment, and Olivier found himself awoken by a haunting nightmare, the same one he had been having ever since their parents' death. It was the one which had him wake in a cold sweat, breathing heavily, and the one which he could never remember in the morning. He found it vaguely ironic how the crickets were so sprightly in their singing tonight when his own heart sung a requiem of despair. Not that Olivier wasn't happy with Adrian, but... To be completely honest with himself, he would have done anything to have his parents back.

Olivier knew, of course, that Adrian had not gotten along well with either of his parents, but it seemed to Olivier as if almost everything had been well in their world. Their father had been pretty well off with a job which paid well and a fairly sustainable family. His mother had been the essence of kindness; she had always seemed to be smiling, she always gave to others when she could. Plus, she more or less spoiled Olivier, about which he could not complain. Their father had been kind as well, if only a tad strict. Olivier only ever really saw this side of him when he was around Adrian, though. He had thought about it many times since their death, and it always seemed as if all through his life, his parents had preferred him to his older brother. Not that Adrian was maltreated, but when Olivier thought back, he realized that he had always been the favorite. Everything was offered to him first, everything was about him before Adrian. Perhaps it had simply been because Olivier was younger, or perhaps it was because Olivier was the blood son of both of the parents. Either way, it was clear why Adrian held so much contempt for the two. Perhaps that was what eventually lead to their end. Still, as much as his half-brother despised his parents, Olivier could never diminish the sense of childish attachment he had to them. They had cared for him. They had brought him up. They had loved him. And then they had had their lives suddenly and brutally taken from them...

All this reminiscing over the past had caused tears to build up in his eyes and overflow down his cheeks. In fact, he had almost rode right into the street, so immersed was he in his remembrances and as blinded as he was by the tears that now flowed freely down his face. Olivier could go on no more. He very suddenly put on the brakes on his bike and got off, almost falling flat on his face as he did so. Once he had wiped away the wetness from his eyes, he looked up only to have his vision obscured by a patch of green; a park. How had he not noticed that? Olivier stared blankly at it for a moment, before crossing the street and stepping on the soft grass. He stood very still, listening to the wind rustle in the leaves.

He did not know what he was doing. He didn't really care. He was sad. He was distraught. Perhaps he thought that somehow the plants around him, these living things, could console him in some way. He wasn't sure. Olivier just knew that he really wanted to be in this park, so he took another step forward, and another after that. He was now walking, farther and father into the greenery.

Olivier wasn't sure how long he walked... It couldn't have been more than a few minutes. There were no birds singing. The crickets had stopped chirping. The wind had even stopped blowing. Save for the soft crunch of his sneakers on the dead grass, the silence was complete. Perhaps that was what instigated the overwhelming sense of danger that overcame the boy. It was not sudden. It had been building since Olivier had first stepped off of the pavement and onto the soil, but had been drowned by the sorrow in the boy's heart, which had numbed out by then. Now fear took its place. Olivier stopped walking.

He was scared. For the first time in a long time, Olivier was truly terrified for his life, and he did not even know why. Something inside of him, some animal instinct was screaming at him to run, run as fast as he possibly could away from this place, but then that same something also knew it was too late. Even if he took off right then, would he be able to escape whatever was hiding in the shadows? Was there even anything there? Yes. There was something there, of that Olivier was certain. He could not have told you how he knew if you asked, some sort of sixth sense perhaps made more prominent by what he was, what he had become so long ago now...

His heart beat faster and he took a step backward. Just one step. That was all he could manage. Have you ever heard the phrase, paralyzed with fear? That was exactly how Olivier felt. He could not move. He could not think. He could not breath. There was something terrible in this park tonight, and he had stumbled right across its path.

Tagged -- Evangeline!
Word Count -- 912
Notes -- Hah, guess you weren't really expecting a scrawny werewolf kid, but I don't get to post much since Oli is only like, fifteen and can't go anywhere or do anything. So I grabbed this. Hope it's alright. :]

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[Ellie]

Lars's feet trudged through the pavement of the park, his phone near his middle, his thumbs moving ferociously on the touch screen, typing a message. He finished, gently pressing send before securing the iPhone in one hand, his eyes looking forward at the path once more. A content upturn on his lips was present. He had a full stomach, so to speak, having fed off of two individuals tonight. Not killing them however, point in why he had to consume two. His face was relatively clean, his tongue was still working on his teeth however, sucking on them greedily to rid his teeth of red staining coat, savoring the aftertaste as he did so.

He had chosen to simply feed on his own tonight, it was much faster and not as much of an event if he didn't bring his fiance Giselle along. Lars had left behind the days of playing with his food, he did what had to be done and released his fishies back onto the streets dazed. Certainly he missed the whole predator act to some extent. Stalking, teasing, fighting for his meal, then finally relishing in the pride of his work. But alas, his conscience wouldn't permit him to do such things just yet, maybe in time. But as for now, he just did what he was comfortable with. Kill those he felt were virtually useless to the human population, better to suit his own desires - and release the rest.

His sensitive ears were bombarded by his footfalls, the park eerily quiet under the yellow street lamps that lit the path running through the belly of the greenery. Some distance off he finally picked up the sound of woman's shoes, then a louder sound he knew all to familiarly as breaking bones. His first thought was indeed what it would soon turn out to be, but in the time from then and now, he just shrugged it off as some animal tearing apart it's prey.... it's large.. deer. In the middle of Paris. Of course!

By the time he had turned the few bends to where he thought the sounds came from, the space was empty. Hazel eyes glanced around the place suspiciously, his steps slowing considerably. A smell wafted through his nose before he stopped all together. A corpse. Lars wasn't dumb, and he could very well put two and two together, someone had disposed of something someone. Pity if it was just a vampire ridding themselves of a past meal, some murderous, mobster human was much more compelling. His steps quickened, not bothering to further investigate what he knew to be true. Call him curious.

Considering it only took him a few seconds to decide this was no human, he smelt no human near, Lars almost gave up the attempt to pursue his mystery person. But before his feet could protest he came upon her. "Do you just take the effort to dismember people and bury them or have you not heard of the art of mind control," he chirped sarcastically, "If it was the human authorities you were concerned about." He knew of a few vampires who took so much precaution on bodily disposal. Waste of time, as far as he was concerned. The nearest ditch or dumpster served just as well. If he were to be questioned, all he had to do was tell the detective to go fuck himself. Even better, the said detective would actually do so, given Lars desired him to. But that all depended on how handsome the detective was.

His attention to the female vampire before him a few yards away directed elsewhere when another scent reached his nostrils. His stopped his breathing reflexively to better hear, his eyes darting to the source of the noise in the brush. "You have friends?"

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THIS POST IS TAGGED TO: EVIE & OLI. ELLIE'S BEEN LISTENING TO MARILYN MANSON AS SHE WROTE THIS 676 WORD POST HERE. SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, hope you don't mind my intrusion!

[* Lillienne]

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Stupid, stupid, stupid. Lillienne sat on the ground, arms crossed, leaning against a tree. In front of her, carefully concealed by some low hanging branches and overgrown bushes, lay the body of a man. She scowled at the body, and at herself, and cursed him for being so enticing. ‘Come back with me’, he’d said. ‘Let’s have some fun’, he’d said. Well, he’d certainly had some fun, hadn’t he. Stupid, stupid, stupid man. Proposition a newborn vampire and you get more than you bargained for. Lillienne felt the corners of her mouth drag upward into a satisfied smirk. So, he’d basically asked for his death. She was happy at least.

Still, there was the problem of disposal. In the middle of Paris, someone was sure to stumble across a dead, half naked man by sheer accident, and then there was the issue of exposure, yada yada yada... Lillienne slouched against the tree trunk and sighed thoughtfully. There were so many precautions in being a vampire! Life was so damn difficult sometimes.

The sound of feet moving quickly through the grass somewhere nearby brought the young vampire to attention. All of her senses tingled with anticipation... and excitement. Was it another human? Sure, she was still hungry. Or maybe it was something else? Another vampire come to her rescue? Come to rid the helpless teenager of her burden, simply because they could? Oh, the possibilities. Lillienne rose quickly and perfectly, even in four-inch heels.

Lil bent forward to examine the shiny, black, come-screw-me pumps on her feet and smiled cheerfully, happy that they hadn’t been destroyed in the effort to restrain the ugly man on the floor. And then her ears prickled with the sounds of voices. Lillienne’s head shot up in a tussle of brown waves, her eyes glistening slightly. She hopped excitedly from foot to foot and began to run. After two or so long strides, she paused to remove the shoes

and continued running toward the source of the voice.
A man, it was, but her senses had expected it to be a boy. And a woman - but none of them human. Lillienne’s mind was positively bubbling with curiosity and the urge to search the unknown.

Her entire vampiric existence had mainly consisted of time spent either by herself or in the company of other vampires. Her ‘maker’ had turned her out in New Orleans, leaving the young and unsure vampire to her own devices – without any real knowledge or control over what she had become. Lil’s heart panged at the thought of Lissa, but it was quickly shoved aside. She loved Lissa like a hole in the head – or so she kept trying to convince herself.

That silly man she’d left behind had pushed not only her patience but her control. Lillienne had tried to control her urges, but the fact that this man was willing to be taken into a completely secluded and private are was simply too appealing to deny. Lil didn’t know whether to cry for sympathy or to be overjoyed at her excellent human-exterminating skills. She did often yearn of someone to share her endeavours with, someone who could teach her all there was to know, but what kind of person would be willing to take in an outcast, (borderline) out of control vampire?

Too consumed by her thoughts to register her direction, Lillienne collided with something. Something hard. She fell to the ground, immediately thankful for temporarily discarding the shoes, and stared up at a young boy, whom she assumed was even more confused and bewildered than she was. She stared at him for a moment, taking in his dark hair and childish features. Her gaze fell over his eyes and the vampire froze. What was he?

The boy’s eyes were not like a normal human’s, but she couldn’t pinpoint their difference. They seemed wiser, more knowledgeable than the average human, like there was something inside him unlike any other. Forgetting her objective of finding the source of the male voice, Lillienne scrambled to her feet and cocked her head to one side, raising a bemused eyebrow.

“What are you?” She demanded, not meaning to sound so rude and imposing, but how could she deny her own curiosity? Forgetting the apologies and kind words which she would have usually fired at someone she had recently run into, Lil decided that any answer would be a good answer, and why should she wait?

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Tagged: Oli
Word Count: 743
Comments: Well, Lil’s never met a werewolf before, so don’t be worried, Oli, she’s just curious. I thought this might be a good place to start and, given that Evie had said she didn’t like newborns all that much, I couldn’t resist. XD