Fire is a Thing of the Heart ~Open

[Vienna Charavelli]

Lights were flashing on and off, the train passing quickly looking like a quick play sketch, flipping notes back to show movement. It smelled of urine, drugs, and alcohol down here on a good day. Vienna raised her nose in disgust; she didn’t know why she came her as often as she did. Leaning against the pole, closer to the train, she felt the air rush past her. People were standing idling and awkwardly all around waiting for a friend, or for their ride. She swore the most normal people down here seemed to be the blubbering alcoholics, though they stumbled quite often and couldn’t speak clearly, they knew what they were doing, and unlike even common folks they weren’t scared, of anything, not even the girl leaning against the pole in all black her eyes gleaming mischievously, and putting off a ‘don’t even think touching me’ vibe. No most people, especially people new to the city would rather walk the entire distance to their destination than come here. In love with the fact the no one here ran into her in their hurry, or bothered to attempt to rob her, seduce her, or anything else, she couldn’t stop coming to collect her thoughts. Of course there were more conventional places to hide away at, but Vienna wasn’t conventional.

Being constantly locked up in her apartment gave her anxiety, so she made it to come down here at least once a week, for some sort of human contact, when she was with friends she was mainly drunk, which barely counted, and here in New York, she hadn’t made many. She yawned pulling a hand up to her mouth to block it, the night had just begun, and Vienna was always a bit groggy at the start. The subway stopped. Her red lips curved into a sly smile over her pearly white teeth, which she had maintained as a human who drank tea and coffee compulsively, along with having cravings for energy drinks and sugar. All things that destroyed white teeth were her best friends and so she spent more time than needed brushing her teeth, she was the vainest human she’d ever met. She had eventually been straightened out, but it took time, and patience she didn’t have. Tonight her hair fell in its usual soft loose curls down her back, her green eyes gleaming out from under her heavier than normal makeup.

Her intuition was telling her something interesting would happen tonight, to wherever it was good or bad, she had no insight. People were filing out past her, some giving her glances, but nothing more occurred. As the new passengers filed on one last belligerent boy pushed his way through. He had crazed eyes, wild hair, and his clothes were out of place, looked like it had been a rough night for him, but he had no bruises to prove it. Vienna stifled a laugh. Walking up to her he glared, his wild faces inches from her own composed one, his wretched breath made her curl her lip back in a scowl.

“What’s wrong pretty girl?” he cooed at her, “Decide you picked wrong person to laugh at?” He raised a hand as if to touch her hair. If you touch me, Vienna thought it will be the absolute worst decision of your life. His fingers gently twirled her hair over his hand. She growled in pent up aggression. She shoved him back and he hit the train, passengers jumped, startled, and it started off. He leaped off, feeling it gaining speed, and safely away. His glare, now piercing was directed at her, through a slightly scratched face.

“No, but you may have picked the wrong girl to start a fight with.” Vienna replied coolly. As bystanders fled backwards, many eagerly scrambled forward, creating an audience for a pair. She smiled, on in New York only would someone not think to intervene and protect the girl, then again, this boy was the one who would be needing some assistance.

[Rose Decumbry]

Rose hated New York, with such a dying passion, it could rot the world. It was like a colony of pitiful ants, trying to top the other. It made her sick. And she even hated more, were the vampires and werewolves crawling through it, like sewer rats looking for a scum of a meal. Dusting her own hands free of blood, she cleared some raw flesh from between her canines, making a quiet sucking noise.

She ate quite well tonight. And then her little upturned nose twitched, smelling something odd. A rather high testosterone level, she hummed her icy eyes trying to locate the smell. Maybe she'd eat nicely again, and fly back home to London, full, all before sunrise peaked it's head over the horizon.

She moved in the opposite direction of the scent, and it faded distantly. Rose's nose was her best scent, so it had to be on the other side of New York. She frowned, even with the lines, she looked attractive and threatening. A special little gift that had been thrown in, she liked to consider. And then she switched around, the scent picking up again, growing a smudge stronger with every stride she took. Where would her nose lead her, she began to wonder. A nice couple about to make a commitment that would later on ruin them because it wasn't good enough? or a man beating off to the loneliness of his life? Rose had traveled all over the world, seen it all. The perks of being a ex super model, present day heiress. God, and being one hundred and twenty-one had given her all the lifetime to view it.

Some though, didn't have it as lucky. Humans, and werewolves. Only one species had lived long enough to become her friends, before she nibbled on their necks. And it grew fur.

Her sharp features hit the moonlight perfect, giving her pale pallor and blond hair a moonlit affect. Her extremely small and petite complex, gave her the appearance of a small child. Or as some pointed out with her legal midget height, a 'dwarf'. What a dehumanizing term.

Pulling her blouse lower over her thighs covered in black tights, she caught the chill of the wind rush through her entire being. Oh how she loved the feeling. Her lips parted the long fangs peaking through to say hello.

The scent had grown strongest now, almost enough so that it burned. And there was a crowd that was where it lead to. What? This was exactly why she hated New York. So many complications, and stupid shit that went down. Probably some group of young kids, watching strippers in the Gentleman's club. She rolled her wide eyes, but why in the hell was there a crowd?

Busy place, she could have guessed, and satisfied herself with. But curiosity had always been a downfall to her personality. She wanted to know. Pushing her way through people the top of her head grazed, she found herself watching a vampire toying with a human male.

"For the love of god," she hissed under her breath. Only that illy dressed vampire and any other wordly creature could hear. She hated seeing this, it was just a stupid little game, they played. If they were going to kill someone, why not do it damn upstraight?

Oh, because people thought it was fun to build fear. But really it was annoying. She eyed the blond, picking her apart, another flaw in her character. She didn't seem like anyone important, unlike heself, who's face was still on pretty much every billboard, and in every magazine one looked through. God, that was getting old too.

Then her eyes slowly took in the male. More than likely he was some form of a sex offender, looking to beat off in someone. And that too, was tiring fairly quickly. Rose's shoulders sagged, annoyed with the situation so quickly.

But someone had to save this chick from getting herself arrested or battered, and someone had to stop that creep.

And it just had to be Rose...

Skipping like the little kid she looked, she found a happy medium between the two, and faced the growing crowd. "Alright, you can all leave now. Before I report each and every one of you, for standing by a crime. And don't think you're safe, I remember faces and features extremely well." her British accent was heavy, and dripped with acid, and a stand by from what she said.

And they filtered out like freed rats. She turned to the vampire, her upper lip curled. This one seemed to be looking for a fight. And like hell, she would survive it if she dared to go after Rose. She may have been small, but she was quick, agile, and had hits set on killing.

And a fond admiration for stakes.

"Look," She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms, her accent slurred and angered now. "If you're going to kill someone, don't taunt. It's not attractive at all. And it defitnely won't get you dates. Though I doubt you'd know what one was.." she said the last part so quietly she barely heard it at all.

She then turned to the human, frozen as he was caught red-handed trying to run. "And you.." She sauntered forward, clasping her hands underneath her chin, and on the flat of his head, bringing him to his knees. "Are about to make a fine meal for someone seeking some food."

And the sound of bone crunching, made her tingle. The body hit the floor, as she sighed tediously. "Like that." She smirked, before heading out the exit of the subway.

That vampire would either be extremely stupid, or looking for something to make her night a living hell. Either way, she'd find it. Once Rose started killing without drinking, it was hard to stop her.


Apparal

[Vienna Charavelli]

Vienna’s eyebrows raised as a short, short girl skipped into the little opening as if she thought she were a little kid. With the dress and leggings she already wore Vienna placed a lollipop in her hand and smiled quirkily. She herself wore a black, short dress, but her legs were bare and she wore an oversized leather jacket. It wasn’t the best look, but it wasn’t like she cared. The vampire was annoyed, and she seemed to be easily aggravated. She told everyone to clear out because they were bystanders to a crime. Vienna choked out a laugh at the girl.

“You call this a crime sweetie?” Vienna grinned down at the girl, which was awkward she was generally the shorter one. “If the cops broke up every one of these fights and sent the people to jail, this lovely city of ours would be deserted.” Vienna listened to this woman reprimand her, smirking and leaning against the same pull as before nonchalantly. She wondered what the girl would do to the human. The vampire looked at the human and spoke with more venom towards him than she Vienna, and she couldn’t understand why. Surely the girl had to know she was at fault for this, but maybe she was just one of those vampires who absolutely hated humans. Without a pause she grabbed him by the head a broke his neck, dropping the limp body to the ground.

“Aw, come on now you didn’t have to do that.” Vienna said lifting herself off the pull and taking a step forward. “Now, why do people always ruin my fun? I mean first I just come down here to collect my thoughts, and some drunk interrupts me. When I get the chance to have some fun, a little midget vampire comes and kills it.” She shook her head dramatically, Vienna was never taught to hold her tongue or to control her dramatics, and it all just bubbled out.

She was recalling what this person had said to her as she pulled her head back up, with only a small, sly smile on it now. “See here’s the thing, I don’t understand how I’m the one who can’t get a date when you only come up to a guy’s waist, and I mean I guess I could see you being a nice quickie, but still.” Vienna cooed at her. Restraint or thinking of consequences wasn’t really her thing. In her 28 years she had put herself in many fights; especially these last 9 being immortal and super strong. She was still looking the girl in front of her up and down curiously. Whenever she met another of her kind she inspected them like a little kid inspected a bug with a magnifier. Vienna’s posture changed, she straightened herself up into perfect posture, not to be intimidating, but rather politely.

“If you wouldn’t mind indulging me, how old are you exactly?” Vienna’s rude slur of her New York accent had turned polite and musical in an instant. She held back a smirk at her own sudden change, she could barely understand her little changes herself, let alone expect those around her to follow them. As she thought about this vampire though, Vienna realized she must be quite old. She didn’t seem to think it possible to get the same outlook on life as this girl without living for an exceptionally long time. She wasn’t sure she wanted to ever gain it; she enjoyed her own carefree life style she had, being 28 and all. This girl in front of her, now she seemed to only see the stress in life, at least in this moment, Vienna felt a sudden wave of pity for her overcome other emotions.

[Rose Decumbry]

Rose already hadn’t taken a liking to this vampire. What a sad thing to call that thing standing behind her. She was quite expecting to get dropped, wasn’t she? A small smile prickled itself onto her lips, but she kept her stride even. She wouldn’t turn on this sad excuse, until she was forced too. For the protection of innocent civilians on the street, or the fact her short stick of anger had been snapped. Either way, if she caught a hold of Rose’s anger, she was going to be taken for a very, painful and scarring ride. Not that Rose didn’t mind letting people know, she wasn’t about to be taken advantage of or teased at. Just go look in a cemetery. This...Girl had to have grown up in New York. Thinking she was a know it all, acting like she owned the damn town. People like her, were the types that made Rose happy she was a vampire, mainly because she got to tear them to shreds. And she could keep doing it over, and over and over, and never really get tired.

And then that comment about her height, which really made her skin crawl. In fact, she wasn’t about to let it go. Whipping around, she tilted her head a smirk on her lips. “You may think I’m a ‘go to for a quickie’. But let me tell you something, they always come back. And I’m not a whore, who likes sleeping around. I’ve had steady relationships all my life. You get to a certain point in your life when you try and settle down,” She narrowed her eyes, her lips forming a thin line. It wasn’t exactly what she was going for, but it would serve its purpose as getting her point across. “I was turned at a point where my growth spurt had yet to happen. Sorry to disappoint your probably wild imagination.” She turned back, continuing her walk down the surprisingly empty street. New York supposedly did sleep now...

Who knew, that a based nickname could be entirely wrong. And still, she could sense that vampire behind her. Was this going to be another repeat of Lucy? Being followed around, when really she’d done what she wanted to do, and wanted to go back home. Maybe she was going to start a fire, just like Lucy had. And where did Lucy end up? Well, Lucy was dead. Lucillia Karteright. Rose never liked her from the start. Sure, she was a vampire, had other vampire friends around the tristate area. And then there was that one time, Lucy ganged up on Rose with another vampire! Needless to say, it all resulted in a blood bath. Rose smirked, as one lonely person passed her, some people just weren’t meant to be friends. Like that Blaise girl too! The human that had so rudely insulted her. But it was fun, pushing her buttons to the limit when she had insulted Rose. She guessed she had that coming though.

“Me? Well. I’m one hundred and twenty one, on this past November.” She stopped at a red light, looking both ways (such a precaution) before she resumed walking on the crosswalk. “Why, want to poke more fun at the old woman?” She turned around, throwing a somewhat kind smile in her direction. “But you know what they say. With age comes wisdom…or is it…with age comes beauty? Something like that.” She seemed to be up in the outer world, just not sure where. Out here, it was much more lively then down in the subway. But then again, it was damned New York. The city she seemed to have misunderstood. A little inquiry hit her in the back of her mind. “Why do you even want to know my age? What’s it to you?” She should really start to consider the answers, and the wanting behind everyone question someone asked her from now on. But no, that’d make her seem like some paranoid little child. And people, who knew Rose, knew she rushed into every situation without thinking, and without much of a care. She was quick to jump into anything. This girl would soon see that.

[Vienna Charavelli]

Vienna sighed at the girl she was next to, apparently she also could change moods fairly fast, but she still had a determined air about her, a slight crawl crept through her skin along with the vague feeling she may have started something with her big, quick mouth. She let her full lips fall into their natural pout, something they wanted in models nowadays, but she had no desire to waste time sitting in front of a camera.

“I wasn’t really trying to call you a whore,” Vienna replied in a steady, calm voice. “I just say things if you haven’t noticed by now, I don’t know I mean you’re just kind of that height…” She trailed off, she was doing it again. She bit her lip, and wrinkled her forehead feeling awkward. Vienna crossed her arms and rubbed her upper arms with her chilled hands, she wasn’t cold, that no longer got to her, but she didn’t like when New York was empty. Even in other places she had lived she didn’t like being alone; whether she hated or loved the company, or if she even talked to them she didn’t care, other bodies just gave her shallow comfort.

She was intrigued by this other girl. So what if she had ruined her fun, Vienna didn’t hold grudges. I don’t get why I care to know anything of this girl. One day my need to know everything is going to get me killed. She shook her head at herself, even though it was normal for a 28 year old to be curious, even more expected for her 19 year old frame. Along with that curiosity Vienna had a need to be right, and she always had to be right. In fact, she generally was, argue a fact as long as you please, but if you look at the facts, she was right all along. Open-minded and down to earth, yet still determined, fair almost even harsh at times. The only thing Vienna genuinely couldn’t stand was forcing opinions on others, people could think whatever they wanted, as long as they had the facts and weren’t ignorant.

Vienna’s eyes widened at her age and then she stifled a giggle when she looked both ways before crossing the street, mortal New Yorkers didn’t even do that. “I was just curious, I can’t control it, you just have an air about you, and I knew you were much older than me. I’m 28.” She smiled, the girl would get a kick out of that, older vampires always did. “I wasn’t looking to poke fun, you carry that wisdom openly, with pride, at least that’s what I think.” She was being so polite it almost bothered her, and she found herself grimacing at her own nature again. “I’m Vienna.” She threw in. She didn’t generally add her name, but it seemed weird to know someone’s age but not their name. She was more comfortable in the bustle of these streets than she was on the empty ones. She walked with vampire with her, radiating her current light, and cheerful mood. She didn’t think the other girl was being rude either, even if she thought she was. Rude in New York meant something much different than it did anywhere else. Vienna hadn’t met many New Yorker’s that were worth talking to, unless you met them in a different environment, but they generally minded to themselves. Vienna wished this girl wore her emotions on her sleeve so she had an idea of what she was thinking, but it seemed to be her nature to keep it to herself. It frustrated Vienna, even if people were hard to read, she couldn’t generally figure out anyway, or break down their shield.

[Rose Decumbry]

Vienna, had quite the character. It was like she had word vomit of some sort, Rose noted. Her personality, almost like a jack rabbit. Rose smirked; she knew what that was like. You could be happy, glum, ditzy, tired, from each ticking second. She almost wanted to laugh, reluctant to admit how alike they were actually turning out to be. They both like to cause scenes, they both (well Rose had) forever changing personalities, and they were both ‘model material’. So maybe, possibly, perhaps, Rose could have been a tad nicer. But, you had to prove to her, you of receiving her worthy and polite treatment. “I actually have noticed, it’s called word vomit. But I don’t hold it against you. Yet. I’ve had worse things said about me, to my face, twice as nasty about the comment you made, by models who like to tower over me.” She shrugged, almost carelessly. Rose had made her uncomfortable, and alien. Poor, Vienna, she hadn’t meant too, or maybe she had. “So what do you want to know? I’m sure you’re dying to ask questions of the ancient little vampire.” She tilted her head to the side, not seeing any harm. It’d be like an interview she used to take. But this, would be more intricate, and about the secret unknown society of her species, and the others.

“I was just curious, I can’t control it, you just have an air about you, and I knew you were much older than me. I’m 28.” Rose had an air about her? Had she always had a certain ‘air’? “28, still a child. What’s your name anyways?” She carried wisdom about her? Oh, that was a new one. Wisdom? She guessed with age did come wisdom. Ah, Vienne was being polite, just for Rose. Now that was too sweet. Vienna. An odd name in itself, she’d never heard of it before. Vienna. An odd name, for a forever personality changing girl, it was suiting. Just not the looks. The name ‘Vienna’ struck Rose, as a darker toned woman, olive eyes, and a type of afro. Not pallid skin, auburn hair, and so human features. What a contrasting name, she noted mentally once more. “Rose.” No last name would be thrown in, because, she never threw in her last name, unless she was planning on seeing the person later. At the moment right now, she wasn’t quite sure what she was going to do later.

Or if she’d ever see Vienna again. Only few people she saw over and over again her life. Her great nieces, Ali Ambrose, and Katra Maguire. Inora, one of her only werewolf friends…and that was about it. She was what you could say as ‘closed off’ as to connecting with people who she didn’t instantly ‘click’ with. Her eyes flickered to this Vienna, a sign of victory written deep in her eyes. “Don’t try and figure me out, Vienna. You’ll just end up making yourself crazy.” She turned to look at her, square in the eyes, “I seem to have that affect on most...” a somewhat placid smile danced on her lips, refusing to give herself away just yet.

Maybe she could play just a small game with Vienna. Nothing like the one’s she played with Lucy, horrendous mind games, that created paranoia, and dementia. Not ‘quite’ dementia. But she had a horrifyingly grotesque way, of creating such injury and such pain, the person forget everything. Where they were, everything but the pain radiating through their body. If Lucy had still been alive, maybe Vienna could ask her, investigate. But what could she play? Not the same mind game with Lucy, that just got old after awhile. Nothing physical, because then she’d have to explain herself to the cops. And she’d never been caught before, and didn’t know how she’d handle herself around the ‘big, bad and tough’ New York Officers.

[Vienna Charavelli]

“I am slightly curious you know, still being young for a human even.” She wrinkled her forehead, she still considered herself beyond any human, when everyone found her too young to care about, they would learn. “What was it like you were changed? I mean like,” Vienna paused trying to find the correct words. “How’d you deal with family and friends and things? And how was it when they got older and died, and you just kept outliving them, not looking a day older? If you don’t mind me asking I guess I should add, I suppose that’s personal.” Vienna sped out. She wondered if most knew this earlier on, Vienna didn’t know the one who changed her, and nothing was explained to her, she thought it necessary to add, so she didn’t look as stupid maybe, and the girl had already said she was fine with Vienna being obnoxiously talkative. “When I was changed I was left alone, no one explained anything to me, I even found out about the sun the hard way.” She subconsciously rubbed the hand that she had burnt the day when she finally left the darkness she had been left it. That was enough to teach her quickly, the sun was now her enemy.

“And what about werewolves? Do you know about them, I mean I’ve fought a couple, but I’ve never done anything more than that. I just know you stay away from their nasty claws.” Vienna shuddered, she was often taught only by injury, even as a human. Things never sunk in the easy way, when you just listened to what an adult told, no, she often went out testing to see if they were telling her the truth. She smiled when the older vampire gave her name, Rose. A pretty name, for a pretty girl, but it didn’t match the personality. It wasn’t that she mean because a rose did have its thorns, she just seemed…oh deeper maybe. There was more to it than a name could some up it seemed. And every rose, even with its thorns, was delicate, and Rose most certainly wasn’t.

“Don’t try and figure me out, Vienna. You’ll just end up making yourself crazy.” She laughed at the girl in front of her, Vienna never figured things out, and she was okay with that, what was the world without surprises and mystery. “I’d advise the same.” Vienna replied smugly. Hell, she’d be lucky if she ever figured herself out. Someone who had known her all her life still couldn’t predict her next move. She was indeed a free spirit always changing, always dreaming. She was a time bomb, just waiting for the right person to go far enough to really get under her skin and then she’d be off. When Vienna lost her temper it wasn’t a little thing, no, she’d go on killing sprees, forget who she was, and whoever did it, they didn’t just die they were tortured. Vienna’s rages, while usually quite short and violent, could be dragged out unbearably long, to the point where people started to think maybe she was really gone this time. Many of Vienna’s emotions were in fact the same, short-lived and dramatic. She was bold, opinionated, but light and curious. Her personality has so many flaws at times there is really no way to explain it. Vienna currently though, had her attention focused on Rose, curious of not only the answers, but just how she would get them, and how Rose would interpret her questions and Vienna. Her imagination ran wild and free, while other parts of her mind focused on the atmosphere around her, the hustle of New York, and the ghostly girl gliding along in front of her.

[Rose Decumbry]

Rose was still shocked, the girl thought she had an air about her. What did that even possibly mean anyways? Did everyone have an 'air' about them? Was Ali's air, the one of innocence and no wrong doing possible? Was Sevanni's one of a bad ass asshole, who liked causing misery and pain in the lives of people? But where the hell had wisdom come for Rose? Sure, she secreted some wisdom in times of need and such, but she really didn't think it leaked all the time. Well, Vienna seemed to be leaking the 'air' of almost everything. She was rude at sometimes, loud, obnoxious, so maybe she leaked the 'air' of a rude person. But she didn't seem entirely rude, just partially. And then her question about being turned, Rose held her face strong and high. "It was odd, as I remember it. We were making love, and the next thing, I feel something pierce my neck, beneath his lips. I thought it was just some type of foreplay, or on the lines of that. But then it started to hurt, and burn, and I began to feel dizzy. And I'm trying to push him off, but he keeps going, the next thing I know, it's morning, he's gone, and I can't walk out in the sun. I tried, ended up burning half my back. Even now, there's still some remnants of my small little incident," her face remained blank, showing no sign of remorse or any emotion.

But at Vienna's next question, her eyes peaked a little bit, with ultimate regret. "I killed my family. Every single one of them. My father, my sisters, their husbands, and their little children. I'm the only one remaining in the Decumbry line. If that answers your question," Rose raised her eyes, looking her dead on into the eyes, something, making her look alien, and fierce. She nodded, as Vienna explained her own situation.

"Almost all of us are left alone." Her neck stuck out further, at the inclination of werewolves. How how lovely, werewolves. "Yes, I've killed many werewolves, befriended a few, even dated..one." Her slight pause, had ended up referring back to her long past love, a werewolf whom she'd seen killed. "It's not hard to fight them." Rose put it blatantly, and to the point. She honestly, didn't find it very hard. Vampires though, much older vampires as well, those were the ones you had to be weary of. "I could possibly teach you," her one perfectly defined eyebrow cocked up. "But you'd have to be willing to fly out to London, weekly, and compensate for it. But that's your choice entirely." She rolled her shoulders, glad to have thrown the opportunity out there. Perhaps, Vienna would take the opportunity to the heart, but Rose honestly couldn't tell with this girl.

"I honestly wouldn't want to figure you out even if you begged me too." The retort came out as a hiss through her pressed teeth. Rose couldn't give a damn about most other people anyways, so what made Vienna a new exception? Exactly, she wasn't. She was used to being the one under scrutiny, and wasn't about to flip the roles. She looked at a passing group of underaged kids, from a bar.

The sun would be coming up soon, she guessed. She had almost an hour to get back to her home, where it would just be turning into nightfall there. So, if she continued, things would work out perfectly. And she even had some excitement in her life. Her eyes flickered to the young vampire behind her, still cautious of her true intentions. Hence the reason, she refused to reveal more than the obvious reasons, and simplified answers to get them answered, but not in depth.

[Vienna Charavelli]

Vienna followed Rose through the streets meekly, her head down, focused on the words coming out of Rose’s lips, and not the rest of New York’s sounds. So Rose had been changed like Vienna, by someone of a love interest, and then left alone to figure out her new world on her own. It gave Vienna the hope that she would stop stumbling around their world like some little baby, who didn’t know what anything was, and had to go head first into everything. As they were walking, Vienna still intent on Rose’s words, she noticed a car rear end another, not paying attention to the light change and the stopped car in front of it. She snickered and shook her head, but it was close to what she felt like.

Vienna felt like she had when she was 16, driving alone for the first time, and so distracted by everything around her. She felt high off her new independence and totaled her car when she went speeding into a tree. Getting out with multiple stitches, long, deep gashes, and a mild concussion, that high didn’t leave Vienna. The crash had made her feel alive, and she was no longer capable of the speed limit or any proper driving skills. No, not just like the average person, thinking they were invincible, Vienna went looking for mistakes. It was the same way Vienna had handled her change, after burning her arm in the sun, her left arm now a line of scars, her brain looking for new experiences. At the sense of danger she jumped, throwing herself into the situation, testing her limits, and those of things around her.

The emotion left Vienna’s eyes; she had tried and failed to stop that habit of hers multiple times. At least, it started with the driving, other thing she still didn’t mind, but when she ruined another car of her own, that high left her, realizing a woman had improperly started her toddler into the car, Vienna had just killed the woman’s child, for her own sense of freedom. A release of her grievance had come at her change from at least that one thing, she no longer needed cars, and didn’t need to go looking for accidents to feel alive, and she had found it other places.

Her eyes shot up, in tune with Rose again, catching her explain that she had killed her family. Sadness rushed into her once again. “I’m sorry” Vienna found herself muttering, although it came out so slurred with emotion and quiet, she doubted that even Rose could pick up what she had said. She pointed out the many of them were left alone, which gave Vienna another little sense of belonging, maybe she wasn’t such a freak, well not in the sense that her history was so different anyway. Vienna laughed as she offered to teach Vienna how to kill werewolves.

“Please, if there’s two things I’m good at, it’s fighting and being reckless.” She grinned at herself, “I can handle those werewolves, when they’re dogs they fight like me, with blind fury.” Except that I do it better. Vienna added mentally, a bit of a cocky grin still on her face. “I used to live in London.” She offered aloud. “It’s so lovely there.” She smiled at the girl’s comment about not wanting to figure her out. She wondered slightly if the girl said it because it was the truth, or because she was trying to convince herself that she hadn’t found interest in the stranger she had stopped from beating the pulp out of a drunken pedophile. She could tell that the girl was at least trying to get a vague sense of who Vienna was, which made her lean towards the second reason.

“So tell me, even though you’re not trying to figure me out,” Vienna said with a hint of sarcasm, pausing to torment the girl the slightest bit, “What do you think of me? Have you chalked me out to an annoying, rude, young, careless New Yorker, and vampire, practically a threat to our hidden existence just by walking outside? Or do you think there’s something more to me? I’m really quite curious; I couldn’t tell you which I thought of myself.” She chuckled at the last bit, she did consider herself as a danger to her very race occasionally, when she just felt like shouting from the tallest building that she was a vampire and terrorizing the city from there on out. But then, she risked someone trying to be the superhero and stealing her glory and fun, which would make it pointless in the end. She yawned, and pulled a hand up to cover it, wondering what the remaining bit of the night would bring her, and what Rose would make of her, and decide to do with her.