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Post by cherry on Feb 7, 2009 13:04:54 GMT -5
It was perhaps a little eerie in the martketplace at night. All the stalls were empty, just barely-sturdy little tables and striped tarpaulin in red and white, blue and white, green and white.. A gentle breeze blew disused crisp packets and other litter gently over the ground. The dim orange glow from the streetlights did little to illuminate the scene, instead adding to the low-budget nineties horror movie factor. A lone figure moved through the abandoned street, silently, swiftly. Elio.
She had fed not long ago, but the night was still young. She had left the delicious young man in his bed; a corpse surrounded by bloodstained sheets. She had drained all but the very last drop from him, taken all she could from him that was safe to. The very last mouthful a human offered was like poison to a vampire, would suck them into death along with the victim. Still, however, she felt the burn in the back of her throat, the throbbing in her fangs. Since Kai had drained her not once, but twice, she had fed more often, and in larger quantities. Once upon a time, one human would last her a week. Now it was two or three every other day. It sickened her, but at the same time, it was her or them, and she'd seen death too close for comfort to go there again.
From her jeans pocket, she pulled a packet of cigarettes, flipping the lid and sliding one of the sticks out from the others. She bought the whote box and gripped the singled out cig between her incisors. It pulled it from the deck, and she replaced the blue packet into her pocket, swapping it for a lighter. She bought her thumb down over the flint, watching the flame dance for a moment, her other hand shielding it from the breeze, and the end of the cigarette was dipped into the fire. She inhaled, and the cancer-stick sprung into life. Ha. Cancer-stick? Something she didn't need to worry about. She was immortal, and cancer could kiss her perfectly rounded butt.
The smoke danced over her tongue, down her oesophagus and into her lungs, swirling around, and then back up and out as she inhaled. It continued to twirl and twist in the night air, before it thinned and disappeared into nothingness. Her hand was bought back up and she inhaled again. Her vice, her habit; and she loved it. The smoke was exhaled with a sigh. She wasn't going to find any victims around here, wasn't sure why she thought she had. As far as she knew, the place was deserted, but cigarette-smoke always clouded her senses a little bit.
"Atleast I get to indulge in both forever
[/color]" Her voice was quiet, soft and silken, tinged with a slight croak that the hunger always gave her. Mortal ears would not pick up on the dry-throated sound, but any other undead creatures would. She hoped someone was around; as anti-people as she pretended to be, Elio was utterly gregarious. Sadly, the only company she had held for a long while was from the Yurameki's, and she was tired of them. She wanted someone new to indulge in conversation with, who held her interest with words. Fat chance, this was London... x [/blockquote][/font][/center][/size] |
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Post by kozzie on Feb 7, 2009 15:53:08 GMT -5
Why was he in London? Oh yes, because over seas trips would make him a more interesting fellow. Though, the world did intrigue him slightly. He mainly came here to see if he could piss off the fuzzy hat guards. Though, America was the same everywhere - people and fashions only differed slightly. People were always people, but perhaps international travels would help him break this barrier. He didn't intend on staying very long. He did find however, that London was a hot travel destination just like New York - so this made him become a night lurker, just like back home.
Luke had stranges acts of insomnia sometimes, at which point he would give up the dream of sleep and perhaps take a walk around town. This disorder, combined with weirdass time changes just seemed to wire him. There was so much to see and so little time. It was time however, to see what this place looked like in the dark. Moonlight really didn't help him out, though dim street lights allowed for some illumination. So far, London was boring. Grey. Rainy. Slightly chilled. Fuck, it was New York all over again - they even had weird accents to match. Leaving his hotel complex, he started walking. There was no destination in particular he was heading to, because unlike New York, London did sleep.
So perhaps he gave off the image of some perp wanting to snatch a purse, pull a weapon on someone or just be ruthless - but that wasn't his goal for tonight. He just wanted to catch a glimpse of everything while solitude blessed him. Something however, caught his eye as he continued on. Oh great, another chick in the dark. He wondered if he was going to get stabbed in the neck with a needle this go round?
Green eyes lifted with a raised brow, hands deeply shoved in his pockets. Who knows what he might have? He knew one thing - he wasn't going to take shit from another crazy bitch again - fangs or not. He wasn't a socialite, and didn't have intentions on becoming one. There was no need for chit chat with her - whoever she was - nor was there a need for him to stop and give her any more recognition than he already had. Afterall, standing still is what got him in trouble last time.
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Post by cherry on Feb 7, 2009 16:10:04 GMT -5
Inhaling deeply, her pace slowed. There was a human near, and her senses flew into overdrive. She had taught herself some self-control, to quiet the natural urges that came after Kai had turned her. She could all but ignore them until desperation set in and the animal within took over. However, all her work had been undone when he had drained her, when she had fed feverishly off Lukas and near killed him, ripping a chunk out of his neck. The memory still hurt her now. Still he had forgiven her, for that and every other wrong she had done, and they were happy together. For now. It didnt last long usually.
Her throat burnt painfully, her fangs threatening to throb right out of her gums. She swallowed, closing her eyes for a moment. She knew she would train herself to be in control again, but for now, she was still very much like she had been as a new fledgling; at the mercy of her own curse, her gift. Her bloodlust. She was devious though, but picky too. She wouldn't feed off any old human. They had to be just right. She glanced behind her, playing every bit the lost girl, frightened of someone following her.
"H-hello? Is.. is anyone there?
[/color]" The stutter in her voice was perfect; she was a good actress. Her lyrics carried out into the darkness, just at the right volume to reach his ears and she took another pull on her cigarette, her finger flicking the spent ash to the pavement. Another deep inhalation told her the human was male. Good; they were so much more fun to play with. She wouldn't kill him outright of course; he had a chance to impress her, intruige her and save his own life. After she stopped playing mortal of course. She never used her vampiric abilites to catch food; speed, strength.. It wasnt her style. She liked to play dirty, pretending to be a human until it all ended in a flash of fangs and ruby. x [/blockquote][/font][/center][/size] |
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Post by kozzie on Feb 7, 2009 16:31:53 GMT -5
Looking moreso if she spoke, he wondered if it was just a play - or if maybe she was actually startled. He considered stopping, to ask if everything was okay - but Luke wasn't that kind of guy. Emotions were for the weak, and he'd realized such at a young age. His pace kept on as he slowly approached her. Catching sight of her cigarette, he scoffed to himself. Yes, innoncent little girls always smoked when they were in despair. Something was up.
Luke always followed instinct - or tried to. It was the most honest of senses, but the sound of her voice played with his mind. Why should he care now? He'd seen the horror movies afterall, he would like to think he'd just up and run. The feeling his his stomach grew stronger. Just keep walking, it said. Ignore her. Don't even give her a chance. She might look all innocent, but so do all serial killers. 'He was so normal!' The families would plea, in sheer terror that their ickle 53 year old son was a mass murderer.
He merged away from her, as to dodge her moments before he would pass by. Luke made eye contact on for a moment, nodding in recognition and that he meant no harm - well, not right now. Foot step for foot step, he carried on his leisurely walk as he passed her. However, focus didn't leave her completely.
He focused his hearing behind him. Despite his love of the night, there were always creeps - and London just might have strangely beautiful creeps, but he didn't exactly want to get murdered on this little vacation of sorts.
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Post by cherry on Feb 7, 2009 17:58:03 GMT -5
As he passed her, she took him in, the vision fitting the scent. Male, young, probably very virile. He seemed to have common sense, but those were the best kind to toy with. It was fun to watch them crumble when they realised just where their logic had gotten them. She didn't let them suffer long, no; she'd drain them before it overwhelmed them. Depressed blood, like sad or angry blood, didn't taste as nice as it did when the victim was frightened, or even better.. sexually aroused. Such a temptress..
"You startled me
[/color]" She said softly, dropping the half-smoked cigarette to the floor, crushing it beneath her stiletto heel. The way he had not fallen completely for her little ruse had sparked her interest. A man with substance in the capital? It seemed unlikely, but the stench of travel clung to him, and she knew he was not from around here. Despite the distance between the pair, she could smell him as if they were pressed against one another, so strong and clear. She adored her senses. Even from where she was, her ears could pinprick his breathing, his heartbeat; she could hear his blood running through his veins and it did nothing to help her quell her hunger. Still, she was interested in him; he'd atleast live for the moment. " You're not from around here, are you?[/color]" Elio asked, but it was more a statement than a question, and her tone became a little more confident. She was dying to use her abilities; to catch him up, press him against a wall, kiss him and leave her scent all over his corpse; but it wasn't her style. She liked to trap them with words and gestures alone. x [/blockquote][/font][/center][/size] |
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Post by kozzie on Feb 7, 2009 19:47:24 GMT -5
With the sound of her voice, his footsteps stopped. Why was intuition telling him to run? A vocal scoff emitted as she admitted that he had 'startled' her. Sure. She spoke once more, after a moment of hesitation. Turning his body only part way, he looked back. Eyes narrowed. He couldn't trust anyone. Especially now. So why would she be any different? "Good observation." He spoke simply and to the point, with a mild hint of arrogance in his tone. It never meant to come across that way, it just did. Luke wouldn't trust his own relatives in daylight, let alone in the midst of night.
Then again, his family wasn't all milk and honey either. He was a mistake. An error. He'd lived his life as such, taking whatever abuse might come of it. Infact, he considered it a miracle that he wasn't imprisoned. Despite every urge telling him to keep to his own business at the moment, he couldn't help it. "It's not a good idea for someone to be on the streets so late at night." Did he practice what he preached? Never. If anything, he could use his mistakes to teach others - but until then, he'd continue to make faults.
Hand reached up, scratching his neck. He could feel the oncoming effects of fatigue as his eyes became slightly heavy, giving him a very rogue look. Without another waste of breath, he started walking again. Despite the feeling of fatigue settling in, his senses were aware as they could be. He hadn't meant to run into anyone, and perhaps this was naught but a sign for things to come. However, he would keep on his mile long route, as he'd promised to walk atleast one mile. It'd do good, rather than sitting up in a room all night long.
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Post by souxiekensington on Jul 11, 2009 13:12:08 GMT -5
"Indeed it is not wise to be out late at night if you do not know your way around...
Souxie had been watching from afar. She was on her way back into London from a trip abroad, she detected the sense of a second vampire and felt it wise to see who had entered her territory. She discovered the two and understood immediately what was to happen, but she had maintained a presence here for too long to allow some young blood thirsty idiot ruin her life here, especially as she had only just managed to start living it. She mused at the irony, being immortal she really questioned the idea of living.
"Are you lost sir?"
She watched the young vampire carefully, she was now sure that her intruder also knew she was immortal herself. Carefully stepping forward Souxie placed herself inbetween the two of them, unsure of the motives of both parties. She didn't want a fight herself, but sometimes you have to get your hands dirty. Yet something told her it may not go that far.
"Can I help direct you sir?"
Hoping the young man would get her urgent tone she turned to keep an eye on the female, wary she may pounce at any stage anyway. She waited anxiously for his response.
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