Beautiful Destruction(OPEN)

[djway]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=47251D] London wasn't fully enlightened on the rest of the vampire race, but she had found from her own experience that though she no longer bled once a month, for some reason she still went through PMS. Perhaps this proved what many had said, that PMS was simply a sociological disorder and not a biological one. However, regardless of the cause, once a month she found herself becoming more and more bitchy, culminating in her wanting to rip someone apart. Often she was able to fight these urges, but occasionally she was just too far gone. She had a feeling that one of her victims, some time ago in England, was attributed to Jack the Ripper. There was no proof, she hardly could remember every face of every person she'd eaten before, but it looked like what she would do when she went through her monthly period. Today was one of those days. She'd been bitchy all week, quarreling with her brother, quarreling with her food, each time getting that one step closer to losing it. Tonight, she'd come across a particularly tasty meal, who had escaped her. It had been the last straw. London Way did not lose prey, she always got what she wanted. That is why she was now waiting in the shadows outside a brightly lit Starbucks. The smell of coffee was overwhelming and almost made her give up, but she couldn't do it. This boy's blood would be hers some how or other. Speaking of the boy, he was looking out in the streets, attempting to make out if she was still there or not. He hadn't really gotten a good look at her, perhaps even wasn't aware that she was female. However, London kept to the shadows, unwilling to take any chances with him. He seemed a little more secure now and sat back down to drink his coffee, his blood would be delicious, filled with caffeine. He was hardly looking out the window now, not really worried at all about whether there was anyone following him. London stepped from the shadows, wanting to play more intimately with her pet. She stepped into the crowded store, working her way to the front of the line. She ordered a chocolate chip muffin and made her way over to the table the boy was seated at. Her smile charmed him into letting her sit with him, and her easy conversation charmed him into inviting her home with him. They sat there for hours, burning darkness. Most of the vampires that London had met would never spend this much time getting prey, but London liked to make them trust her, make them want her, before she ripped their throats out. When the Starbucks was nearly empty, and the time was growing early, London suggested they go somewhere less public and continue their evening, her body moving suggestively. The boy agreed eagerly, following her out of the building like a puppy. London crooked her finger at him, drawing him down a dark alley. He followed timidly, as though he had remembered what had been stalking him earlier and worried it might be around still. However, he quickly forgot everything else when London pushed him up against the bricks of a nearby building and began to use her hands and lips to trick him into complacency. The boy was relaxing, his body drifting into easiness while his own hands began to roam London's body. He had some skill in the art of seduction but he was no match for one as experienced as London. When his mind was completely engaged in what they were doing, London trailed her lips down his throat and licked her lips, wetting them and his skin. She felt shivers run through the boys body and bared her fangs, sinking them through yielding flesh. He twitched in surprise but London trailed her hand down his chest, distracting him with her fingers while she took his life into her own body. It had been some time since she'd last had a sexual encounter so she took pleasure in that part of the experience as well but soon her urges turned toward destruction. She withdrew her fangs from his neck and pulled back, fangs still exposed and smiled widely at the little human, who's eyes went wide and who's mind started desperately trying to explain them away. "I'm going to kill you little boy...I'm going to rip you apart with my bare hands and I'm going to enjoy it." Her tongue darted out again, licking up a stray trail of blood from the side of her mouth. "You however, are not going to enjoy it. It will be painful, and you will live through most of it. I'm very experienced with that part, the living through the torture part." Her smile turned devilish. The nails on her left hand trailed along his shirt, while her right hand held him still. With one slice of her nails and one tug of her hand, the shirt came off. She dragged those nails down his chest, leaving trails of blood behind. Her hand paused at his belt buckle but she decided not to deprive his dead body of what men loved most. Instead, her nails dug into the skin around his abdomen, pushing deeper and deeper. Layer after layer of skin was pierced by nails that were stronger and sharper than steel. A whimper came from the mouth of the boy and London grinned, yes this was satisfying her urges. This boy would die, lest someone interrupted them, and she would enjoy it.

[Concieved D'maggio]

Con walked through the loud streets of his city, when he was lonley he would just walk through the street watching all the night goers go about theyre buisness. He took a whiff of the night air and smiled to himself
*Coffee, bagels, scones. My god I wish I could still taste more than just blood* He cringed at that thought. Blood tasted sweeter than the sweetest donut, or spicier then the hottest pepper. It was life consuming, and that was the reason why he tried to stay away from it as much as possible.

Sure he had to eat, and there were rats galore in the big apple, but sometimes, and he hated to admit it, he would slip up and kill someone. The guilt alone would have him at his apartment for weeks hating himself.

He took another whiff and stop dead in his tracks.
*Fucking impossible, I havent smelt another one of my kind here in months*
He took another smell and nearly doubled over as he smelt the blood rising in the air. A couple was passing by him as he was hunched over, giving him the stink eye as they passed.

Without thinking Con took off to the sceant of the blood. He bounded across the rooftops at full speed and came to stop at a Starbucks.
*Where is it?*
He looked around and jumped down from the roof. He continued following the scent down an allyway and stoped dead in his tracks.

The vampire held a boy in her hands ( A young man more or less) He was staring at her with wildness in his eyes, and she had blood stained on her lips "I'm going to kill you little boy...I'm going to rip you apart with my bare hands and I'm going to enjoy it

Con grimaced as he realized she was going to kill the boy, he had seen him from time to time down at the bronx.
*Wrong place, wrong time kid. Shit*
He hoped that she would leave enough of him that he could take back to his parents. At least give him a proper burial.

[*england]

[atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Tisk. Tisk. That was what he was doing then as he followed his sister around New York. Meeting up with Lars, reconnecting and relaxing in Paris for a little while. He said adeu to his sister, who was thoroughly unappeased with his departure, but on the brighter side of her thinking, he was not always around to watch over her and interfere with some of her more pleasurable ways of her undead life. Mitchel had his affairs, and while the whole London England thing had been an ongoing fest of battles and wit, he couldn't help but to return for a week or two just to see what it was she had been up to in his absence. Tonight was always one of those nights where she was expected to grow moody and full of her bitchy ways, which was something they had in common. Not that he was a bitch, in repeat, he too had bitchy ways. All he had to do was to prepare should she find herself face to face with her brother, and he the same with her. Black shit kickers stomped over cement as he moved closer to the street rather than stalking around in that piss scented alley. Drip drop sounds coming from the after effects of someone's laundry. The night so welcoming to his breed, as if this were the right path all along. But he was angry. Angry with the fact that word had spread about her and some interaction with a werewolf, and as eyes looked to see her with their own kind, it was a curious bug crawling around in his brain. England didn't like ANYONE! Werewolves, vampires, mortals. He just really didn't like people in general, and the ones he could manage to take to had been in his band, Lars, and his sibling standing across the way with some kid in her murderous grasp. He washalf waiting for that bastard to lay a finger on her, plain and simple. "You know......not such a good way to eat sister of mine." He thought out as if he were trying to send signals to her brain that he was near by. Whenever she was he had this shiver crawl across his skin. Some sort of vibe she sent out that made him feel her close by. The only woman he loved. And still that included his mother. London and England were always there for one another, even when the other didn't want them to be at the time. Soon it would be time for him to lift the fag from lips and toss the butt to the ground. Land in some nasty puddle with a piece of tissue and Gyro foil wrap. New York was a disgusting place, Starbucks had to be the only clean side of the side walk. Or, cleaner than the others rather. He'd make his presence known soon enough after walking in long stalking strides across the street. Ignoring the multitude of traffic that may shift it's way through the street. The pedestrians that would manage to somehow get in his way. Eyes affixed solely on his sister, her meal, and the vampire who stood before her. Oh what a wonderful night this was turning out to be. It would prove to be very entertaining indeed. Yes.

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[djway]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=47251D] London paused in her mutilation, her fingers up to the first knuckle in the young man's abdomen. She sensed a presence, first only one, a male vampire from the smell of him. A hiss escaped her lips, frightening the already terrified prey. She bared her fangs in the direction of the other vampire, making it clear that she would fight for her right to kill any prey she wished to kill. She turned, intending to return to the business at hand, when she suddenly recognized the scent that had been trailing her through the city, the scent that had been just out of her nose's reach before this. With a snarl London dropped the boy on the ground, slicing him open from pelvis to collarbone on his way down. She would continue that later, if he lived long enough. "Mitchell...." She hissed under her breath. London turned and looked the unknown male up and down, then dismissed him with a snooty toss of her long mane of dark hair for the greater threat. His thoughts were clear to her and she snarled again. "I'll eat how I wish brother dearest. "I thought I'd rid myself of you England." Indeed she had, she'd thought for once in her life that Mitchell would be safely away from her and she would have a little bit of time to do as she wished. Without having to worry about him breathing down her neck. She loved her brother with everything within her, but she also hated him with everything within her. She was mostly a solitary creature and her psyche was constantly at war, at once needing her brother to be with her and wishing he were far far away. Their lives were tied together irrevocably, they'd been together for so many years. A lifetime by human standards and they would continue to be together for many years ahead. Many long long years. London turned to the other vampire now, scowling at the numerous interruptions to her fun filled nightly activities. "You, who are you to intrude upon me?" Such antiquated speech, but that was what she reverted to when she was severely pissed, as she was now. Her fingers were curled into claws, dripping the life of the young man who lay prone on the ground behind her. Her eyes were wild and her hair flowed around her like a dark halo. She was definitely beautiful, no one would be able to deny that, but right now she was a frightful sight. And any vampire would be wise to be afraid of her. Which of course meant that Mitchell wouldn't be, not that she would ever hurt him anyway, not even in her worst temper. He alone had utmost protection from her. He alone held a place in her heart, he alone was the one who forced her to admit that at least a family version of "love" existed. It was the only kind of love she believed in, that between family members. Romantic love didn't exist, it was a fairy tale made up by women in the olden days to make them feel better about the fact that they were nothing more than property. London had never accepted that, either the idea of love or the fact that she was essentially the property of men. To this day she would never allow herself to "belong" to any one. She was her own person, through and through, and no one would ever take that away from her. Some had called her spoiled over the years, and perhaps that was an accurate description. But she hadn't been spoiled by anyone, she'd had to fight and cajole everyone into giving her what she needed, what she wanted. London took a moment from her thoughts to study more closer this other vampire who had appeared. She walked around him in a slow circle, studying him from every angle. He was built, looked like he could do some damage. Not that he could do anything to her, especially with Mitchell here. If he tried anything, England would be on him in a second. She walked around him haughtily, with that knowledge at the forefront of her mind. There certainly were times when having an overprotective brother came in handy. Meeting a strange new vampire who looked just a tad bit disgusted at her treatment of the human counted as one of those times. She stopped her circle and turned to her brother again with a snarky smile on her face.