Beach Beauty OPEN

[Vienna Charavelli]

Sand squishing under bare feet, the wind blowing more curls into her hair, Vienna ran along the coast, the full moon gleaming. Her racing thoughts steadied with the even beats of her feet, hitting the uneven sand with familiar certainty. If I were still alive, I’d be doing this in the daylight. Vienna thought, full of remorse. In the day, she had picked secluded beaches, and so she still had the peaceful quiet. Now she lacked the warmth of the sun, making her hair glow an amazing tone of gold, she missed the waves crashing restlessly with all of the activity, and she missed all the little things that sun brought with it. There were no birds happily chirping, no dogs barking after a branch or Frisbee. Her 9 years of immortality hadn’t been enough for her to fully cope. So here she was running, to destroy all her thoughts, to pound them out, to release. The cool air brushed and against her skin, it felt a welcome sensation, her skin tingling, felt alive. Her feet left small messy tracks through the warm sand, it hadn’t lost its heat from the sun, it got to feel warmth, and energy from the sun, little sand particles were above her at this moment, because they could have the sun’s warmth surround them, and send energy running throughout.

Vienna slowed as the sandy beach gave way to treacherous rocks, and cliffs, diving off into the icy waters. She let herself fall into the last of the sand, and curled up against it. She didn’t look distressed or troubled; she looked peaceful for a time. She felt at piece, next to this little piece of her Earth, alive and thriving, its precious balance intact. Out of the bustle of the city she felt more alive than she ever had. Instead of being around human beings, rushing about, working through another day of their own short lives, they gave no second thought of the beauty around them. Vienna didn’t care that she was 28, she felt her change gave her more wisdom than any 28 year old would hope to have, more than a business tycoon neglecting his family would ever know. Right here was the knowledge, so close to the sand, the solid earth, what gave them life, what they tried to fully understand, but never would. Who says the earth moves slow, when it’s the one spinning lives on and on, breathing life into new twists, and letting that which has passed become one with it once again.

Vienna’s breathing was slow and even, as if she were asleep, she sat up in the sand, and gently shook out her long, messy hair, freeing the sand trapped in its depth. She watched the calm, midnight blue waters, flowing free. The moonlight reflected in her eyes, and she let go of what had troubled her run. Vienna’s long legs were bare, with only her short running shorts on, and she had on a simple t-shirt, black, with a hot pink pattern etched through. Her hand dangled down, running through the sand, drawing elaborate sketches and patterns, and then gently brushing them away. Her feet had sunken into the light sand, relaxed by the same thing that had been rubbing against them like sandpaper moments ago. Vienna thought of the werewolves and vampires roaming the outskirts of this city at night, just like her. Some of them loved the fate that had befallen them while others, like herself, struggled to accept it. She felt like a child, full of innocence, experiencing things for the first time. If more people returned to nature, not hurrying through like a worried tourist, but soaked it in they could learn so much more. Just sitting here, Vienna felt humbled by the power and beauty of her surroundings, she or any other man, was not the one in control. And with her thoughts clear, her problems seemed simple, and had easy solutions, and she had time to live once again.

[jessie cameron]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000] The city buzzed with activity, the soft purr of engines combined into a dull roar, voices of millions let the casual passer by know that this was a city that would never sleep. It was like her home town, ever waking, the night no less busy than the day, and if possible more. There wasn't a single moment in all New York City that wasn't saturated with noise and movement. There were so many people, so many things, so much to be done, so much that had already been done that if one tried to comprehend it all, they were much more likely to be driven insane than to absorb the endlessness that was modern life. To be honest, it hadn't changed that much from what she had grown up with, sure technology was far more advanced, religion had taken to the back burner for the most part, something that she was grateful for, and women and blacks had rights, but the basis was the same. There was greed just as there had been in the late 1800s, there was prostitution, murder, gangs, crime, everything that there was one hundred and forty six years ago, there was today, just a little fancier. It amused Jessie to no end when people asserted that life was so much better now than it was back in her day. People still fought, stole, and cheated, the world had not come any closer to peace than when she was human, nor had there been much change in the quality of life. Instead of starving, and striving to feed families, the world was over eating and trying to prevent their children from becoming obese just like their parents. It was a paradox, this "better life" that people often spoke of, one that Jessie could not help but laugh at. She was the direct product of such a society,her lust for money and callus demeanor the staple of the modern American culture. She didn't bother to deny it, didn't try to hide it, she was what she was, an there was no shame in being rich. She had worked to hard to get where she was, to pretend to be something she wasn't. People could call her what ever they liked, but in the end it wasn't them who were driving a 2010 Bugatti Veyron or living on one of the most expensive pieces of land in all of Nevada. Jessie smiled to herself as she drove toward the beach, a human by the name of Michel by her side. He was tall, handsome, and smelled like whiskey, his northern accented voice complemented everything about her, not that she needed he empty graces. She wasn't interested in him, or at least not in the way he was in her. It was his blood that she wanted, not his feeble attempt at love making. She hated northern men, they all reminded her of Matthew, no matter how pleasant they may have been. It was rare that she would feast on any other culture of human, or any other sex. Her bitter hatred of everything that was the north pumped deep within her without fail, thus making it impossible for her to take the life of a southerner, and far less likely that a westerner would become her pray. however, this Michael reminded her of her step father so much that it was almost impossible for her to lure him into her car on the pretense that she was going to show him a good time, however she had learned long ago how to control herself and had succeeded in fooling the man with ease. With a screech of the tired, she brought her beloved black and red Bugatti to a halt and the deserted side of the beach, claiming that she loved to fuck on the beach under the full moon. It took but a simple mischievous smile and a tug of her hand to get him to follow her, not that it was needed, the sight of her swaying hips and the mention of sex had the man nearly drooling at the mouth. She almost felt sorry for the human, the only thing that he was getting tonight was a one way ticket to hell, but then again, everyone had to die sometime. Pushing the thoughts from her mind she lead the Michael to the beach, heels in hand, and headed toward the darkest spot on the sand. Wrapping her arms around his strong neck, she kissed him, something that she did with all her victims before they met their untimely demise. So passionate was he that he slipped his warm hands around her cool thighs and lifted her from the ground,only to end up there a moment later with Jessie's teeth sunk deep into his throat. TAG::OPEN OUTFIT::HERE NOTES::HOPE YOU DON'T MIND ME POPPIN' IN HERE

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[Vienna Charavelli]

Vienna watched the sky as more stars came out, she wished she knew some constellations. She had never learned them as a kid though, in junior high, when they had a star lab, they went into a fake down that looked like the night sky, the teacher swirled it around and it just made her sick, and claustrophobic, piled in with over 40 other sweaty kids. That memory haunted her for the longest time whenever she wanted to figure out the constellations, but it no longer bothered her. She turned over to lie on her stomach, her legs bending at the knees, and swaying in the air. She poked the sand with her finger and started tracing through it.

She found herself drawing a picture of her own horse; she drew his head, his flowing mane, and looping body. She poked in the unique spots where had had his few distinguishing markings that made him his own horse. That and his vivacious personality, Charro had never liked walking much, he preferred a full gallop, and generally, when she went to get him in the morning, he was running around anxiously, kicking happily, and jumping around. He was a sweetie, but he could difficult for someone else to ride, especially if they didn’t have the best control, he needed to be watched at all times, or you’d find yourself on the ground.

She smiled at her detailed little sketch, as she heard the distant noise of other people. She went still and looked out alertly when she smelled that it was another vampire in the distance, with a human, probably going out for a private snack. She dropped her head back to her drawing, and started to fill in Charro’s surroundings. She doubted a vampire would give her trouble, especially a well fed one. It was a rare thing, to fight with someone who just had a big meal, almost a nonoccurrence if you hadn’t done something to start. Fixing in a rolling meadow, and a bright child-like sun she rolled back over and sat up. The waves were a slight bit wilder and the moon had risen higher.

“Did you happen to bring any other snacks to share maybe?” Vienna asked politely, as she saw the girl sink her teeth into the boy. She was gorgeous; she could easily see why the boy had so eagerly come with her, even if he did get bad vibes as girls tended to with trouble boys. Her long hair rustled in the slight breeze and she was dressed in a sleek black dress, and heels. Vienna could appreciate the looks and style of this girl, she often dressed the same, just not tonight, as her clothes were more for function than style, no one ran in heels and a tight dress, unless they were running from something. She flashed a quick smile at the girl, knowing she could see her shining white teeth from where she was on the beach. Vienna found herself wondering if the girl had even noticed that she was in fact there before she said anything. Hopefully this vampire was capable of being polite, even if she didn’t like being bothered; Vienna wasn’t really feeling a fight tonight.

She stretched out her slim, tan legs and then bent down over them, stretching out her back, sighing as she felt it crack. Straightening back out she put a hand out behind her as a balance, and then scrunched her curly hair with other as a reflex, Vienna couldn’t keep her hands out of her hair. She was wearing just a thin coat of mascara, to blacken her already long and full lashes. Usually she preferred a more dramatic look, but that wasn’t practical when one was planning to run the length of a beach at around 70 mph. She tugged lightly on her shorts, they were short enough as they were, and they didn’t need to wrinkle up as shorts always did. She found herself then playing with her glass pendent that vaguely resembled a music note around her neck. She couldn’t keep her hands still, not counting when she was awaiting another vampire’s reply to her presence, as she had met plenty of vampires with abrasive, rude attitudes, that seemed to be looking for a fight. It was a label they held, rightly placed by other species.

[jessie cameron]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000] She could smell the other immortal, it was hard for her to care much however, the meal before her took all her attentions. His blood dripping down her porcelain face as she feasted on he life. The crimson gold was sweeter than most, this one far more healthy than those around him, and much to her surprise, far less drunk. She didn't care though, dinner was dinner, his blood no more precious than any other mortals. They we all equal in worthlessness. To Jessie the were cattle, living and breathing simply to give her pleasure and quench her rabid thirst. They had no value, no importance, no rights. They were no Vampires, not even lycans, they did not live forever, they aged and they died, where as vampires did not. It wasn't that she dislike humans, for she loved them dearly, she adored them in the manor that a man would enjoy a prime cut stake. The cool breeze made itself known as she dug deeper and deeper into the mans neck, his blood failing to fill her. He was tall, six foot at least, broad shouldered and in wonderful shape, but wasn't enough for Jessie. She needed more, she wanted more, and after Michael's strong, but undeniably mortal heart finally stopped beating, she was going out on the prowl once more. She had been around for over one hundred years, but the thirst had only grown, never dimming, never fading, a constant in her dark and material existence, one that she wasn't about to deny. She was told that it would go away with time, the urge, the lust for blood, but she doubted it. Surely if it were to recede she would know that she had lost her spark, and that would be a sad day indeed, for it was that spark that kept her going, that spark that enabled her to amass more money and educe even the most pious man. She heard the voice of her fellow immortal, but temporarily ignored it as she sucked every ounce of life out of the man. If there was something that Jessie wasn't, it was wasteful. Everything she got, she used and she wasn't about to let a juicy male as the one that writhed in pain below her go without his body being fully taken advantage of. Once he was empty, she looked toward the voice, the girl's long blonde hair stirring gently in the ocean breeze. She was indeed a bewitching sight to behold on such a night as this, even though she was wearing quite the unbecoming outfit, Jessie could imagine what she would look like if properly dressed, and such a sight would no doubt be welcomed by any man. The woman's teeth shown like the stars in the shadows of the rocks, and not being the type to be all that rude to a fellow immortal, smiled mischievously in return. "I did not, however I would not be opposed to getting another." She stood, brushing off her sleek black dress daintily with her clean white hands, it was one of her favorites. She didn't know exactly what she was going to do with the body, but she would find a proper disposal sight later, possibly sicking the human in her trunk, seeing as she had it lined with plastic before hand just in case the problem was to arise. Though she was not sure if he would fit without some breaking, she would manage to get him in there, or just throw him out to the sharks. Though the death could not be tied to her in any way, she didn't want the sight of a body to get the city in a stir or ruin someones afternoon at the beach. Kneeling for a moment, she slipped her fingers around the now dead mans neck and lifted him with ease. He weighted about two hundred pounds, but unlike humans, she was stronger than she looked. With a glance at the other vampire, she headed back to her car if one could refer to such a masterpiece as such. "You coming?" TAG::OPEN OUTFIT::HERE NOTES:: sorry for being so short >.<

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[Vienna Charavelli]

Vienna could tell this girl was one who savored her meals. On the other end of the spectrum was where she sat, she killed them quickly, and drank quickly, always on the move, and not enjoying the kill. In fact, if humans didn’t give that rush she enjoyed so much, that an animal seemed to lack, she wouldn’t hunt them at all. She usually picked her targets with care, someone who didn’t seem to have amounted to anything and wouldn’t. Someone bitter from having no family, no one would mourn them for years. It was a sick justification, but it made her feel better, and when she was hungry it was enough.

She could tell that the other girl had now picked up on her as her meal came to a close and would process Vienna’s word. She could tell she would look shabby next to this girl; it wasn’t that their looks were on different levels, Vienna found herself to be just as gorgeous as this girl, her 19 year old body in great condition. The thing the separated them was how they carried themselves, this vampire, dressed to kill as Vienna normally was, seemed infinitely confident as so many of her kind did. She knew exactly what parts of her body to flaunt, and how to flaunt them without crossing that trashy border. Vienna on the other hand, was carefree and came across as more vulnerable than in charge often, although she was capable of commanding attention. Her small frame didn’t quite hold clothes the way this girl’s did and so in her own impeccable style, she would find herself in the tallest of heels, tailored skinny jeans, because they never hugged her curves right off the rack, and more of a billowy shirt to give the impression that she actually had a nicely sized chest, but shear enough that the outline of her curves was distinguishable.

Pleased by the girl’s smile, she was easily comforted by the idea of going for a hunt and agreed by picking herself up off the sand and taking a few, light steps through the cooling sand. This girl definitely looked like she would look good in any clothing, if Vienna had been a more envious creature, it could’ve easily raised some problems. But Vienna was proud of her body, and she had the money for a brilliant tailor, so there were no hard feelings to be found. As this girl picked up the body and headed out Vienna heard her ask if she was coming and followed easily.

“You know you could just throw that body in the water.” She could make out the outline of her companion’s car now and let out a low whistle. “I definitely wouldn’t put a body in that; I don’t care what you did to protect it.” Vienna now felt instantly bonded to this girl. Her first card had been a 1967 Shelby Mustang GT that she had slaved over to keep in perfect condition, that car had been more high maintenance than her, and even though she still owned it she rarely drove it. The smooth gray car, with its snow white stripes was her prized possession and she wasn’t sure what she would do with herself without. Then fresh out of school, with a good chunk of cash in her pocket she headed out to by her next car, a beautiful Lamborghini-Murciélago LP 640; after all, Italians had the best of everything. Vienna’s love of cars was unmatched by any other passion in her life. For technically only being 19 she was fiercely proud of her two cars and also fiercely protective.

“I’ve got some mad respect for any other girl who knows her cars, congrats.” She smiled wickedly as they walked closer to the car. “I’m Vienna by the way.” She studied the car as they walked and prepared for their hunt. Thinking about the night she groaned. “Hey want to stop at a store before we go on our little hunt? I would feel awful parading around town in this, and surely you can’t wreak havoc twice in one night in the same outfit, you at least need some different accessories.” Vienna paused and pulled out her credit card, “I’m buying.” She assumed the girl had just as much money as she, but she still offered, and she didn’t want to steal because whatever they got was pocket change to her and she had the rest of her life to make as much money as she wanted, the little designer humans could take as much of it as they wanted as long as she was looking great. She doubted the girl would be one to argue, looking at how she was dressed and any girl loved a new outfit to party in.

(It's not short at all!)