Thirsty and Miserable.[OPEN]

[brooke]

The night was young, the sky light with few faint stars and the eerie orange glow of the streetlamps. Drunken laughter broke the silence and filled the streets of the city. It was the ‘blessed’ weekend, where most people now had their days off from work and could enjoy the short time they had to relax. The London streets gradually began to be filled with people. Groups of girls and men getting out of their taxi‘s, meeting up with their friends and then heading straight into the pubs and clubs. It was like every ordinary weekend night in London.

Neon lights danced around the dark club as loud music blared throughout the room. A blonde haired girl sat alone at the side of bar on the second, elevated dance floor. Leg crossed on top of the other, Kay glanced down at the crowds of youths spread across the entire dance floor, dancing wildly with one another. Kay’s head turned as she watched some making their way towards the bar and leaving with a tray full of drinks. The blonde let out a unheard sigh and adverted his blue eyes from the people and stared down to her drink. A pale hand was pushed forwards, fingers wrapping around the cold glass as Kayla lifted her drink towards her crimson lips. Black coloured makeup eyes closed as the throat tingling liquid that was the spirit dashed down her throat. Letting out a enjoyable sigh, Kay pushed the glass across the table and turned her head back towards the dancing crowds. Light blue eyes watched as few people sat themselves around the dance floor, others of the opposite sex mingling, some hidden within the corners of the clubs. Kayla exhaled and closed her eyes, the vibrations of the music ringing within her ears, pulsating through her whole body. Opening her eyes, Kay shifted out from her seat, taking an vodka and ice with her as she prowled around the edges of the wide dancer floor.

Black high heels reflected within the many coloured lights that flashed around the club as she walked, Kay’s slim and slender body covered by a medium sized, black silk dress. A smile was displayed across her lips as she roamed around. Nose wrinkling occasionally as the strong, over powering smell of cologne struck her. She was bored, and soon found herself to be pretty hungry. Pouting to herself, Kay peered down to her drink and sighed softly. Straightening her head, lifting the glass to her mouth, the burning liquid ran down her throat, her body tingling as she placed the glass on a random table as she passed a group conversing. Kayla’s eyes dotted around the dark room, eyes landing on individual young men. Closing her eyes, and shaking her head, Kay roamed towards the bar and quickly seated herself down. She would feed later, the night was still young.

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[patrickmcmanus]

He was England for one particular reason, to see her. It wasn't an obsession nor could it be called love. He was her creator, and it was his responsibility to watch over her, though to his knowledge his never did. She wasn't at her flat and when he asked her neighborers they simply laughed and said she went where she did every night, to any club that she fancied. This didn't concern him much, but it did make his finding her a bit harder. The thought of calling ahead hadn't even crossed his mind, and he was regretting that right about now. He followed her scent through the streets to a club. It didn't take him long, but by the time he got there, he had been hit on numerous times, and been offered pros at prices that he wouldn't even by a hat for. It wasn't that he didn't like the attention, it was that most of women were massively drunk or smelled of STDs and heroin. He forgot how much he didn't miss London's club district. The reason for Kayla liking this place was a mystery to him, he would have to ask her when he found her.

He followed her scent into a loud club and went in. The place was crawling with humans, it made his hungry howl. Along with other things, he had forgotten to feed before he left Boston, and was now fourteen hours without a good meal. He ordered a whiskey to calm the beast within, shot it, and ordered another one. He loved whiskey, especially the good stuff that they apparently had an abundance of here. He knew she smelled him, and would be in need of some entertainment by the way her scent tugged at his nostrils. Being her creator had its advantages, he shared a connection with her that no one else on earth did, he could tell even the smallest things be her scent.

She was up stairs, and he went to go make sure she didn't do anything stupid, not that she would. Kayla Brooke was a character, one that he liked very much, but none the less a bit unpredictable. As he ascended the stairs a gorgeous human caught his attention. He felt his insides lurch and winked at her as she made eye contact with him and patted the empty seat beside her. That was a quest he would peruse later, Kayla came first. He spotted her sitting at the bar, alone. He smiled to himself, and went and walked toward her. She looked dazzling in the black dress she was wearing, her blonde hair practically glowing in the darkness. He placed his hand on her left shoulder and whispered in the opposite ear, "Boo."

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Credit: Redwood
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[brooke]

Kayla’s light blue eyes glanced around the club, her eyes shimmering as the neon lights glared into her pale face. Blinking within the lights, Kay shifted herself as she turned away from looking at the dance floor. The blonde sat and watched as intoxicated and easy prey passed her by. A pout now across her lips as she let out a bored sigh. The entire club was crawling with humans and young fresh blood and it made the vampire’s skin crawl with temptation. Eyes trailed towards her glass, hand slowly being pushed towards it, her fingers sliding around the cold object and picking it up from the bar top. Biting her bottom lip, Kayla brought her glass to her crimson lips and allowed the chilling alcohol to slid down her throat. It wasn’t the same as the lustrous taste of a young, strapping male’s fresh blood, but it was something. It was alcoholic which Kayla couldn’t complain about.

The strong smell of cologne drifted into Kayla’s nostrils, her nose wrinkling at the potent smell. ‘Do men really have to use the whole bottle on themselves? Seriously, talk about overpowering.’ She thought to herself with a frown as she watched a group of lads walk by. Shaking her head she snorted and directed her gaze back towards the dance floor. Eyes shifted from side to side as a familiar scent caught her attention over the stale smoke and overpowering stench of cologne. Shifting herself in her seat, Kayla frowned to herself s she stared out into the dancing crowds. ‘I know that scent anywhere, is he really here? Is my mind just playing cruel tricks on me?’ she the thought. Kayla hadn’t seen Patrick in years it seemed, it confused her to why he would possibly come to England. Letting out a silent sigh, she moved her hand and picked up her drink again, Kay took a mouthful and placed the now empty glass back on the bar. This night was really turning out to be a drag.

Moments later Kayla felt a soft, cold touch upon her shoulder. A smirk managed to quickly spread across her lips as a masculine voice whispered within her ear. Closing her eyes with a smile she grinned broadly and turned around. Lifting her head, light blue eyes now gazed at the tall, handsome figure that was none other then Patrick McManus. Instantly Kayla stood from her seat and wrapped her arms around his neck in a welcoming hug. Lips parting she spoke softly, ”Well look who it is. I haven’t seen you in a long time, looking good as always I see.” she smiled. Kayla had missed Patrick’s company greatly, she felt that he was the only person in this world she could relate to, the only person that she had a strong connection with and finally out of the blue he was here.

[patrickmcmanus]

Her hug was expected and long awaited, he loved the wy she showed her affection, it was sweet. To be perectly honest, he loved hugs in general, but hers were just something else all together. He had never quite forgotte how connected they were, but had underestimated the magnetic pull that they had to each other, it was really quite remarkable. Unique did little justice to Kayla, see was far passed, and that was one of the many reasons Patrick found her so inthrawlling.

"Well look who it is. I haven't seen you in a long time, looking good as always I see." her voice was like music to his ears, it had been to long since he had seen her, even if it was only to watch over her for a couple days. Her smile, like everyother time he had seen it adorn her pale but beautiful face, was simply gorgeous. He took her hand and kissed then replied "Seven months is a long time, I do appologise, work has been a bit mad as of late. Some lads just don't know how to follow polocy properly.' the edge of his mouth roase in a crooked smile. It was then that people insantly knew where he was from. Ireland tended to bread smiles like his, it was just in the blood.

He hadn't taken his eyes off of hers, nor would for a while. Now that he was so close to her, the bond that they shared was stronger than ever. he knew that he was one of the only people Kayla was connected to, even in the slightest way. He often wondered why she hadn't asked about her "death", or even spoke about with him. after all, he was going to always be there for her. As long as his immortal soul was still on this planet, Patrick would be there to protect Kayla when ever she wa sin need. He felt this sort of unyielding protect for very few, and would do everything in his power to keep Kayla safe. "Not ageing has it's advantages, love, I've looked the same since 1776. You look dazling by the way. How have you been these past months? Haven't gotten into any naste trouble have you?" His Irish accent was in full storm now, it often was when he came to this part of the world. Being so close to the Emerald isle did it. Though he always had the moderate parts, it was the heavy the he hid, some people just couldn't understand it. And during the potato famine loads of people wouldn't take in the Irish, so he learned to mask it seficiontly to be able to run his Taverns.

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Credit: Redwood
Notes: sorry for taking so long

[brooke]

Reality Is Only Seen


When The Mirror Is Clean.

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[/i] she thought to herself cheerfully. It felt strange, one moment she was all gloom and doom and the next she was perky and full of life, metaphorically speaking. She tilted her head to the side as he began to speak, light blue eyes watching his lips move as his Irish accent flowed from them. Kayla loved hearing Patrick’s voice, she completely adored his accent and enjoyed listening to anything he had to say. Kay smirked slightly and gave her head a few acknowledging nods as he moved on to speak about work and how it was going. Kay licked at her bottom lip as he gave her that crooked, handsome smile of his. That was another aspect of Patrick she had missed greatly. His contagious smile that made you instantly smile back at him broadly. You just couldn’t help it.

Straightening herself as she stood in her heels, Kay looked to him with a sly smile and replied smoothly, ”Seven months too long, Patrick. I’m just thinking now of how you can make up the lost time. She grinned innocently and looked into his eyes. ”I ‘pose seeing as you’re here now and you don’t have to worry about work. You can just party all night with me.” she grinned innocently once again and giggled. Looking across the room towards the top bar, Kayla pouted to herself, thoughtful on getting another drink. Glancing back to Patrick, her cold blue eyes meeting his again as he spoke, Kayla smiled as she listened. She was always open ears for him. Laughing at his words of how she looked she replied, ”Thank you. And indeed it does. Even if you could age Patrick dear, I reckon you’d still be as handsome as ever.” she gave him a sly wink and a smile. A playful smirk instantly crept across her features as soon as he asked how she had been and if she had gotten into any nasty trouble. Pouting at him playfully she replied, ”Me? Trouble? No. she laughed. Shaking her head she spoke again, ”Nah, I’ve managed to stay out of trouble. Surprisingly enough.” she tilted her head to the right innocently.

Giving a slight shrug of her shoulder, Kay looked to him and said casually, ”Your hear now so I doubt I’ll get into any trouble.“ she winked, “So how ‘bout a drink on me then? I’m guessing the usual whisky?” she stepped forwards and turned to look at him, tilting her head, beckoning him towards the bar. [/ul]

Tag: Patrick.
Word Count: 469
Notes: Sorry It took so long :[
Cred: Me ^^