It Starts With A Dream (Open)

[adelle]

Adelle has found her sleeping place in a dark alley way next to a garbage can. The streets are nearly emptied, made alive with the occasional drunk or passerby.

A girl lay on the ground, seemingly passed out, with a book bag clutched tightly in one arm, and her dog fast asleep in the other. Her mouth twitched, and her eyes could be seen moving under her eyelids as she dreamed.

In her dreams, it was a beautiful day. It was her birthday. The sky was clear, the birds were chirping, the sun was shining… but it was snowing lightly. She was surrounded my friends, and her sister, Emme, was there. They were throwing a party for her at the park, and everyone was enjoying themselves. Emme should have known this was an omen. In her current state, she had no business being out in broad daylight, but there she was out in broad daylight like nothing could touch her. She felt like a queen… she felt high. All these alive bodies around her…. she swore she could hear every heart beating, and the blood being pumped through the veins. She could smell their skin, and feel there warmth as everyone stood around her. Oh how good it felt! She couldn’t help but stare at certain peoples neck, and lick her lips, which were bleeding. It had been months now since she had become a vampire, and she still cut her lips on her teeth. She didn’t like the taste of her blood, but she bet that girl has great tasting blood. Her trance was interrupted by her sister, Emme running up to her with a doll in her hands. Now it seemed like her body acted on auto. She saw herself stretching out her arms to scoop up Emme as she ran into them. At first she smiled tried to listen to what her beloved sister was saying, but she was distracted by one particular vein in her neck…

Adelles body and senses became aware of her sisters warm body, and he rmind tagged her as an easy target, a quick tasty snack. She could feel her heart beating, and smell her sweet baby girl scent… oooh if this was how sex felt, she couldn’t wait to have it. Her eyes dilated, and she began to drool a little as she tried to control herself, but she couldn’t. In the next moment, Adelles hand was wrapped in Emmes blonde hair, and she yanked her sisters head to the right. Her sisters scream was only fuel to her adrenaline. Everyone around her stopped, and watched, shocked at what was happening. Adelles eeyes were fully dilated now, and she zeroed in on Emmes neck, biting in ferociously with her fangs. A moan escaped her throat as she drank, too fast. Blood ran down her chin as Emme struggled at first, but then as the minutes passed the girl grew weak until she stopped moving completely, but Adelles kept going, it felt so… orgasmic drinking human blood. A couple of moments later, the high was beginning to come down. Adelle stoppe,d completely satisfied and full. Blood stained her teeth, lips, chin and cheek, she slowly released Emme, Letting her drop to the ground with a thud. Some of Emmes hair was still on Adelles hand, which Adelles dropped to the ground. Emmes eyes were still open, and her mouth was open with shock and terror. The girl was the palest thing she ever seen, and her neck was bruised and purple, and twisted at the odd angle Adelle yanked it at. The girls nails were bleeding from clawing at Adelles face which Adelle had nto felt at all. As she returned back to reality, a horrible scream filled her throat as she realized what she had done.

The girl sat up, startling the dog who barked and moved away from her. She breathed heavily as she gathered her surroundings. “Oh FUCK!” she said, smacking herself in the face as she recalled the dream. She hastily opened the bag, making sound as if she was crying which she was but no tears found its way out of the ducts, and down her cheeks. She pulled out a pink blanket with flying pigs on her, and clutched it to her chest. It was her sisters blanket, yes, she stole her sisters favorite blanket the last time she went to the house. “I promise you I will never do that” She said, seemingly to the blanket. After she gathered her emotions, she set the blanket down, and looked at her dog who was scratching at the garbage can. ”Zack, I’ve got some food for you.” she said, rummaging in her bag for a couple of minutes before she pulled out a bag of dried dog food. She poured some on the ground and watched him as he ate gratefully. She would have to feed soon she thought to herself. She turned her attention of her muddied and torn clothes. Not bothering to see if someone was peering into the alleyway she took off her t-shirt, and her bra. She rummaged in her bag and found her favorite purple hoodie, and slipped that on, zipping it up. She stood up, and took of her pants and underwear. She replaced them with new underwear and black skinny jeans as well as some clean socks. She throws her dirty cloth in the garbage, and pulled out another blanket, It spread it on the ground and sat on it. She ran her fingers through her tangled her as she listen to a drunks attempt to sing a Michael Jackson song, and wondering what the night would bring her.

She pulled a diary out of her bag, and began writing

(Her dog is a nine year old Boston Terrier)

[mattiga]

Mattiga was roaming the streets and alleyways late at night hoping to find some fun. He'd slept most of the day away and now was on a high and on the prowled for someone to feed his addiction and provide some entertainment. He slipped off of the streets and began walking along the alleyways dodging drunken men getting in fights, homeless people begging for change and late night people trying to get home safely. He smiled as it reminded him of so many of the big cities he'd been to in the world, all the same once you entered the alleyways.

He smiled as he pulled his tight long coat closer around him fastening the lower buttons but leaving the upper buttons and wide collar open revealing a net shirt underneath. His coat was a rich navy blue and complemented his white skinny pants trimmed in a navy blue vine design which went up the outer sides of his legs from ankle to mid-calf. His black converse shoes were laced with navy laces and his hair was kept in place via a white beanie with the same navy vines around the edge as were on his pants. His hair was a deep brown and styled to lie close to his face almost covering his blue-grey eyes which flicked this way and that hunting for an interesting person.

He ducked down one alley after another not finding anyone of interest. As he rushed down another ally he stumbled aon a girl and a dog. Another homeless person he observed. However he also noted something not quite right about this girl. Something, was off but he couldn't quite identify what it was. He decided to walk around her but the dog seemed to pose a problem. He turned around looking for another place to turn but found no other direction to take but back wards. he shrugged and decided to take his chances by walking around her.

[adelle]

The sound of a pen scratching against paper soothed Adelle, it was like music to her ears. The words flowed out as she recalled her dream and her worries. She was only semi - aware of her backgrounds as she continued to write. She impatiently moved a strand of hair out of her face as she ran her tongue over her fangs, cutting it a little allowing it bleed, a habit she gained when she became whatever she was. She was semi aware of the fact that a stranger was present, and that Zack was on alert. He began growling but Adelle soothed him with a pat on the back. She ignored the stranger, and finished her thoughts on paper. She snapped the diary shut, and placed it on the ground still now looking up to acknowledge the stranger.

She really was not in the mood for company, she hasn't been for weeks. In her current state it should be understandable, but of course this person wouldn't know. She could hear the strangers bathing, and heart beat. She could sense his hesitation as he debated on how to get around her. She giggled, "He won't bite... but maybe I will" she said with a smirk. The statement wasnt entirely flase, she hadnt fed in days... and that dream wasnt helping matters, but she felt she could control herself. She ran her fingers through her hair again before she drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them before finally looking up.

She observed him opening, her eyes slowly making its way down from his hair, forehead, eyes, lips, lingering at the neck, then his coat, jeans, and shoes. "Nice." she said with a slight smile. "What is a guy like you, doing out so late, and here? You never know who you'd meet... they could be dangerous" she said, cutting her upper lip on her fang while she spoke. She tried to hide them, but she wasn't sure is she was successful. he simply licked away to blood, and watched to see if the boy was going to run, whic he should, or stay. One part of her hoped it was the latter becuase being around 'humans' made her feel alive, even simple things like being around the stinky garbage can made her feel alive nowadays, which is why she choose this alley way.