A New Kind of Rush (OPEN to any guy)

[depoisoning]

I M G O I N G T O C L E A N THESE VEINS A G A I N

SO CLOSE TO DYING THAT I FINALLY

[/color][/size]
C A N S T A R T L I V I N G[/color][/center]
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Dahlia wiped the steam from the mirror.

There was her face. Big green eyes. Full pink lips. Pale, pale skin.

She had just stepped out of the shower, so her short, choppy, dark chocolate brown hair was still wet, sticking in wisps to the sides of her face. Dahlia pulled a face and laughed.

It was going to be a good night.

She crossed the hall to her bedroom, where a large antique wooden wardrobe stood on the far wall. She carefully tucked in the corner of the white towel that was covering her, then reached up to open the heavy doors. What to wear?

Having lived as long as she had, Dahlia had accumulated a large wardrobe. She picked carefully through the stacks of dresses, finally choosing a vintage navy and white flowerprint dress. She got dressed, grabbing a few accessories. And then to the mirror again. She wasn’t ever really one for much makeup, but Dahlia was feeling a little change tonight. She grabbed a black and grey shadow, smudging it in the corners of her eyes, creating a mysterious, smoky look. Just a little mascara and some nude lip color and . . . done. Her hair was dry by now, straight and a little messy, bangs falling delicately across her brow.

Dahlia looked at the clock. 10:00 pm exactly. The night was still young, but she was so anxious to get out she could hardly bear to let another minute of it pass. She crossed the hall again into the open living room, grabbing her favorite leather jacket. She threw on a pair of black studded boots that were lying on the floor by the couch.

As she was leaving, Dahlia caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror by the door. Her outfit matched her personality perfectly—feminine, but still a little rebellious and mysterious. She laughed to herself. It was definitely going to be a good night. Dahlia could just feel it.

She left her apartment and hailed a cab. It wasn’t really that far to her destination, but Dahlia hated walking the streets of New York alone at night. It wasn’t that she couldn’t handle herself—she was fully capable—but every time she did she lost a little faith in humanity. People did and said stupid things after dark.

And then she was there. Rush was the new live music club in town, and Dahlia had been dying to check it out. The sign above its doors glowed a hot white light, illuminating the many people, all dressed their best, waiting in a never ending line to receive entrance. Dahlia was not patient enough for that. She walked straight up to the double doors, flashing a smile at the large man guarding them. He took one look at her, and Dahlia felt his heart rate quicken a little. The bouncer fumbled for the handle for a moment, and then quickly gained his composure again, letting Dahlia through. No one says no to a vampire, whether they know it or not.

The club was packed. Loud music boomed from large speakers, which hordes of people stood dancing to a guitar solo. There were others littered throughout who stayed stationary, sipping drinks or chatting up a stranger. The lights on the stage flashed and spun as Dahlia made her way, slowly but surely, toward the bar. She heard a few whistles aimed in her direction, but just rolled her eyes. She had no time for a man that gave it up too quickly. Too easy. No fun.

But in that moment someone did catch her attention. It wasn’t a familiar face, but one that she could definitely get used to looking at. He was handsome, and he had an empty seat right next to him.

What were the odds?

Feeling adventurous and curious and romantic and reckless all at the same time, Dahlia moved in time to the music, making her way closer to the stranger.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
TAGS // open--preferably a vampire or werewolf. . . but I'm not too picky
WORDS // six hundred ninety-three
OUTFIT // |x|
LYRICS // an attempt to tip the scales - bright eyes
CREDIT // ZOESTOLEYOURCAT of caution !
NOTES // I've been dying to start a romantic/love thread with Dahlia. . .
who wants to help me out? (:

[Adam Connor Ledwith]

It's A Beautiful Lie.

It's The Perfect Denial.



It's Time To Forget About The Past.

[/size][/center]

----------------------------------------------------

The night was young as the clock ticked just half past nine and Adam was ready for his usual stroll. "Oye, dollface, I'd never forget about you," his british accent flushed through the phone, "Of course last night was special...yes...oh, no, don't do that...Amber." Heaving a sigh, Adam slowly snapped the phone shut. He seriously had to stop giving his 'one night stand' girls his phone number. All they wanted to hear were the same things over and over again. It was a new night, that meant it was time for new adventures, new beds to fill, and more stories to gain. Life was good for Adam. His charming wits had yet to fail him, and they were not going to anytime soon. For Adam had tried to perfect this habit for years now, and once he had got a handle on things, very few women had been able to escape his grasp. The usual sky scrapers lefts bright lights rather then deepened shadows against the gruff sidewalk. The slight clank of his shoes echoed with each step he took. A cigarette had been dangling between his lips as he inhaled, continuously looking at his watch.

A deep cloud of smoke had surounded him as he slowly blew out rings between his lips. His nostrils flarings as he exhaled, letting out that same branch of cloudy smoke. Drawing his fingers to the cigarette, he pulled it away from his lips before dropping it on the dark and misty floor. Letting his shoe extinguish the remaining flame before Adam had made a sharp turn around the corner of the nearest block. Clubbing? Billiards?..hmm... He prodded on what the night had in store for him. Should he go dancing? Meet a couple of more women, for he would never tire of them. Or should he just sit back with the boys, and play some pool? Then again, Adam was never much for dancing and he had never offered to dance unless it was to win over a certain female. Bah, he thought bitterly, I'll just go for a drink. A simple drink wouldn't harm anyone, and stopping for one would not waste the night away. England had busy streets such as the streets of New York, but the clubs were far from anything in this busy city. The amounts of fun, sex, and parties would never go over his head. New York was the place to party, which is why Adam had no trouble flying out there every couple of weeks or months.

The thick smell of pretzals crouded him as he past by small shops and carts along the streets. He pranced across the block, flipping off anyone who dared honk in his direction. "Get the fuck outta the road," A civilian driver had stuck his head out of the car, flaring his horn at Adam. "Suck my dick, asshole," Adam shot him a deathening glare as he waved him off. Oh the lovely civilians of New York. They surely were something to be proud of. Adam had waisted no time to head to the nearest bar and club.

He had entered a deepened and entrancing room, neon lights had been shooting their glorious lights in many directions. As though the club itself wanted to lure everyone physical body that had entered its sweaty and misty room. The dance floor was jam packed with moving and grinding bodies. Sex on the dance floor. How amusing. Adam had cought imediate sight of the bar, and didn't have to hesitate before heading toward it's lustrous direction. Sliding into a seat and knocking upon the glass counter, "One beer." The night surely was bright, and Adam had already scanned his eyes against the crowd of moving bodies for his next victom.

----------------------------------------------------

Word Count: 628

[Ellie]

:x she's banned now, Darling. And you won't be getting a reply.

[Adam Connor Ledwith]

aww, really? how come? /:

[Ellie]

Her and her BFF enjoyed stealing things.

[Adam Connor Ledwith]

oh crap. Okayy, I'll just repost my post as a new thread for violet xD. thank you for informing me!