Foul Blood [Thanatos & Open]

[Susannah Fabrae]

IN THE SHAPE OF YOUR HEART

THIS IS WHERE IT STARTS

BLOOD-STAINED SHEETS IN THE SHAPE OF YOUR HEART

THIS IS WHERE IT STARTS. THIS IS WHERE IT WILL END

The air was thick that night. Full of excitement of what was yet to come. Susannah stepped outside of the hotel in which she was residing in during her stay in New York. In all of her two-hundred and eleven years, she had never once traveled to America; but time was no issue, and rushing always ruined things. You do not rush whilst you are feeding do you? How could one miss the blood slowly draining from the humans body to your lips whilst the innocent human slowly dries up? Daily events such as those could never be rushed. But now she was in New York it was time to discover her kind; living alone was fine for a hundred or so years, but at over two-hundred, she was growing bored.

A smirk dance on her lips as she looked up to the night sky which was carefully decorated with millions of little stars. Slowly she looked around at the busy humans rushing. That word again. They looked so pathetic, they were so insignificant compared to her; rushing to get home to their pathetic families. But as they rushed around the dark streets of New York their hearts began to race; oh the sound. Fresh warm blood pumping around there unworthy bodies. How could something so beautiful wish to live in something so weak? Maybe that was the irony, beauty living within ugliness.

Growing impatient for food Susannah's head snapped towards the faint sound of electronic music. Rolling her eyes at the foul sound she strutted down the filthy streets towards the strange music. The sound began to grow clearer now, and screams of joy, children crying, teenagers shrieking, laughing, singing. Ahh I see, a carnival. Dinner time. Following the sounds she soon arrived at the carnival which seemed to illuminate the entire city. Looking around she realised she must be standing out. It was a freezing cold night and she wore simply a dress, unable to feel the cold in her undead state.

The smell was foul. Humans, always so filthy. Oh but the smell of their sweat was enough to set her stomach roaring. Controlling herself she slowly walked through the land of music and flashing lights, searching for her prey. A growl escaped her lips as she felt a knock against her legs. Two young boys had ran into her and were on the floor by her feet laughing, as she stood there untouched; like an ice queen. If her heart could have beat it would have raced into overdrive. She could not bare young boys, it always provoked an emotional outburst in which she was always so keen to hide.

Staring at them for a moment she swallowed, calming herself down; but she was soon distracted by her next meal. The smirk reappeared on her face as she spotted the lust-filled teenagers, their lips locking as there body temperatures rose. Two humans with accelerated heart-rates. Perfect. Just as she had expected the boy lead his toy away from the carnival towards an a dark alleyway. Susannah followed.

Keeping her distance she watched as they groped each other. Disgusted with the girl who simply let the boy have his way she stood there her arms folded in silence in the shadows; undetectable. "You know you should have some self respect for yourself my child." Her voice cold as she appeared to the pair. The boy seemed un-nerved by Susannah's presence and simply smirked at her as he scanned her body with his greedy eyes. "Oh you like what you see human?" She yelled as she grabbed him by his neck and cut his neck deeply with her nails. Licking the blood her eyes looked up at the girl who had slumped to the ground in fear. "Get out of here whore!" Susannah hissed as she continued to lick the wound on the boys neck. Suddenly her whole body began to seize up as she swallowed his blood. The taste was poisoned, poisoned with some foul drug the humans used. Punching the wall in anger she moaned. "All I wanted was a meal, and you can't even keep you blood clean for me? Selfish!" She yelled furiously at the wounded boy who lay in a heap shaking on the floor. "Urgh! I have no time for you!" Holding her throat she jumped forward towards the boy, killing him with one fell swoop of her foot as it broke his delicate neck.

Wiping her mouth clean of the infected blood she leaned against the wall of the damp alley. Letting herself recover from the diseased blood. Thankfully she had only sampled what he had flowing through his veins. Nevertheless she had to remain in the alley, only if for a few minutes; as she could not go back out there weakened.



outfit:CLICK!
tag: Thanatos first xD they maybe others?
words: 787 (sorry if its a bit long!)
notes: This is my first thread on this site, so im sorry if its a bit crap!

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[[ THANATOS ]*]

[atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=b3ada6] New York. A strange haunt for a creature whose general disposition was that of disdain for the human race at large, but hey, we all have our guilty pleasures. One of Thanatos' numerous ones seemed to be lurking within the ridiculous swarm that was the Big Apple. Frankly it was just a very large, dirty, village that spun lies and sex and blood as if it were nothing. Vegas, sadly, had little on the trash that could be found in the overcrowded streets of Brooklyn. Staring blankly down at the Rolex on his wrist, the immortal appeared to be checking the time when in reality he was simply reliving the fate of his employee who had attempted to steal the timepiece. There had been no challenge in tracking down the scoundrel, and fifteen minutes later the frantic thief was wriggling helplessly on the rack, his blood slowly being drained by a tube fed into the space directly beneath his rib cage. Ah, how punctured lungs oxidized it, like a fine wine allowed to breathe before it was consumed. Still, as a vampire the individual had time to spare as he died slowly, and strength enough to witness the mutilation of his own body. So Thanatos resorted to a musing he'd harbored some time earlier in the year. What would happen if he simply amputated all of the creature's limbs and boiled them before pouring the seething mixture of skin and tissue onto the victim's body? Well, he could honestly say now that it wasn't nearly as dynamic as he would have hoped. There was just a bit of screaming and blistering of the flesh as the boiling water dripped off of him onto the floor which created a steaming puddle. He'd immediately wrinkled his nostrils with disgust, snapped the leech's neck, kicked the bucket of its blood over in one last act of degradation and left the household help to clean up the mess. Sickening? Not particularly, this was a fairly tame scene for the maids to find themselves dismantling, not to mention the victim wasn't suffering a slow death. Than had been impatient, and gone on his way. To NYC where there was plenty of people, prey and paranoia to feed his ever growing want for something a bit more…shall we say…vital? At fifteen hundred years old it took a great deal to surprise the vampire, in fact the Welsh really couldn't be bothered to find entertainment with anything but that of his creation. There was just too much repetition in the universe. It was both amusing and maddening, this spectacle. While theme parks were not generally his forte, he had made his way through the blotchy crowd, silently weaving amongst them. He stood out, as per usual, in his attire, a pair of black slacks, dress shoes and a deep maroon button down shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. He moved with grace and delicacy that seemed to challenge the idea that gravity imposed any sort of force upon him. Then again, perhaps he'd learned to allude it. Whatever the case may be, Thanatos had made his way to the main attractions, meandering through the festivities with a face so somber he may have been at a funeral - disenchanted and disinterested; bored. Of course, to a seasoned veteran such as himself, the one thing he truly desired would stand out like a beacon of light in the pitch black night on an ocean liner. It may as well have screamed for him. The immortal had headed in the direction of the boy as soon as the blood began to spill. The amount of adrenaline coursing through his veins made the scent all the more potent and like a moth to a flame, Conteo alighted. His pupils had overthrown the warm color of his irises, domineering and black as a bat out of hell they stared ominously into the night scenes, searching with the same intensity as a predator to its prey. Naturally honing took very little time and within minutes the immortal was standing feet from the spectacle that it was. A female immortal had beaten him to the chase and was now clutching at her throat as if she was being suffocated, something to which Thanatos merely smirked before slanting his gaze to the deceased. "Sour milk?" He ventured darkly, though the tone in his voice was nothing short of patronizing, taunting even as if to say How could you not smell that? The vampire's chasmic eyes flitted back to the recovering individual's features with a brow ascendant. Well? The fact that she was dressed to the nine's probably had been her sole redeeming trait, and had kept Thanatos from turning and abandoning the pitiful bloodsucker to her pathetic gasping. It was refreshing to see a woman clad in something that left the majority of her to the imagination, something that had begun to dissipate as the years crept by, he mused, thinking of Ms. Monroe in particular with a mild, absent minded smirk. "She would have been a better choice." He decided lazily, nostrils flaring as he took in the pure, if not hormonally crazed, scent of the female adolescent who must have fled moments before he arrived, his head shaken as if to communicate the shame that it was she'd chosen poorly. Ah well. We can't all be genius. ][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][ count: 892 comments: no worries. :]

[Susannah Fabrae]

IN THE SHAPE OF YOUR HEART

THIS IS WHERE IT STARTS

BLOOD-STAINED SHEETS IN THE SHAPE OF YOUR HEART

THIS IS WHERE IT STARTS. THIS IS WHERE IT WILL END

Clutching at her pale throat Susannah slowly pulled herself up the wall so she was standing once more. A snarl escaped her lips as her gaze fell to the corpse of the poisoned human. As she tried to compose herself the smell grew stronger, the blood of the deceased grew cold and the drugs scent that lay like a parasite within the red liquid rose to her nostrils. Grimacing she held tightly to the wall, waiting for the stabbing pain in her throat to die. A small pool of water gathered in the crevasses of warn-away street stones showing her reflection. Pull yourself together. You need to feed. Moans of frustration dived out from within her as she held onto her throat and pulled herself further up.

The smell of the infected corpse no longer lingered in the air, a sweet aroma filled her nostril. Clean. Untainted. Vampire. It was approaching so quickly now, her head jerked swiftly to the direction of the overwhelming scent. Male. The second of her highly sensitive sense to react was her hearing. "Sour milk?" The words rang in her ears as she tried to pull herself further upright. A strange accent he spoke, not one which she recognised. The pain in her dry throat was now fading, her senses growing stronger as the pain began to cease. His tone was not at all pleasant as he continued to speak of what could have been her desert.

Yet to see the fellow immortal, she turned to face the wall to compose herself. The pain grew weaker and she turned to face him; letting go of her throat she stepped out of the darkness in full view. Gently removing the stray hair from her ivory face she took three steps towards him; carefully deciding on how many to take. This vampire seemed more dominant than herself, which normally she wouldn't take to kindly; but he was the first of her kind she had met in this foul city. Her eyes slowly gazed over the man, from head to toe and back up to his eyes, meeting his gaze; smirking at his impressive psychic.

Tearing her eyes away from his she looked up at the stars. Shocked at herself, by appearance alone he was an ideal match. However his very presence intimidated her ever so. The way he spoke, so full of wisdom and knowledge. Traits such as they were gained through age alone. Power, was the word that exploded in her mind, she longed for it and he had it. The feeling of jealousy arose over her as she snapped her head back to his direction. Now was the time to speak.

"The better choice maybe, but she had no respect for herself. No backbone to the girl, weak blood. At least the male had a bit of an edge to him, desire." The English accent that rolled of her tongue sounded strangely abnormal tonight, every voice she had heard since her adventure began had the American ring to it. Closing her eyes she inhaled deeply, letting the scent of the swarm of humans feet away adorn her; the other male immortals scent entwining with theirs. She opened her eyes and looked back up at the unidentified creature of the night. "And your are whom? I would like to know the vampire who so rudely critisied my hunting skills..." She said with an arched eyebrow, her right hand on her lip as she watched him analytically. "...Forgive me, but I am guessing you have a few years my senior. You have more experience than I." Her tongue in her cheek as she smirked at the man. Flirting? Yes she was. But harmless it was indeed. His whole persona frightened her slightly, she was not under any circumstances giving this man reason to categories her as an enemy. After all he was the only other immortal she had seen for weeks, and a powerful one at that. She had no intention of letting go just yet.

outfit:CLICK!
tag: Thanatos
words:671

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[[ THANATOS ]*]

[atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Thanatos had this nasty habit of being absolutely positively intimidating. Perhaps it was the studied air he posed, the quiet, borderline, sociopathic glitter in those dark unforgiving eyes. It wasn't a complete rarity for him to find himself being sized up like some wild beast on the Sahara - and she was some tourist who couldn't decide if she should snap a picture or run screaming before he snapped her. It was like taking a deep breath before a plunge, and the decision as well. She reminded him very much of a doe caught in the headlights. A thin smile spread over the immortal's reticently poised lips, not an inviting "Hi, let's be friends" smile, but more like a "Poor baby" smile…with a touch of sarcasm. In all honesty, Than hadn't the capacity for compassion very often and he wouldn't be wasting it on a blonde bombshell choking from her own stupidity. Her accent wasn't completely shocking, and of course he'd heard it a thousand times before. It smelled like vomit in the alley, like disgusting vile humanly dirt. Filth unfit to stand near and so he shifted, clearly displeased with the stench. He allowed her adequate time to get her eyeful before clearing his throat quite obviously frowning at her. Was she quite finished? Apparently the teenagers weren't the only ones who were so obviously hormonally crazed. Naturally he was waiting for some sort of response from the hellcat. The better choice maybe, but she had no respect for herself. No backbone to the girl, weak blood. At least the male had a bit of an edge to him, desire. His pupils narrowed, what senseless drivel was she feeding him? "If you want a meal, do it impartially - her backbone has nothing to do with what's in her veins. And the fact that he had desire, did that help when you were choking and spitting it back up? Because you look just as hungry as you did before, I'd wager." Backbones and blood. Idiot. His nostrils had flared as he processed her train of thought, not particularly interested in whether or not he'd actually read her mind or was simply assuming it. Whatever the case actually was. And you are whom? I would like to know the vampire who so rudely criticized my hunting skills… His brows lightened as he stifled a dry laugh. What skills? The pose she struck was cute at best, Thanatos having been provoked by older, more powerful cats and turned them down as well. As such this was no hassle really so much as it was judging the new generation, and judging it harshly. Forgive me, but I am guessing you have a few years my senior. You have more experience than I. The immortal swayed thoughtfully, his gaze unrelenting and something a bit less than passive. What it really was seemed like indecision. Oh how easily he could tear her apart, make her wish she was never born and scream like hell had risen. His lips ticked at the thought but he restrained himself. Vampires. Silly creatures, sometimes, sometimes so very human. "Madam, you may call me Mr. Conteo. And you are?" He squinted mildly - she was no Marilyn Monroe, but she was not butt ugly. Somewhere in between. "And I was not being rude, merely stating a truth, fledgling." Frankly it didn't matter if she was ten years a vampire or fifty, she was still a child in the bastard's cold gaze. Still a child with so much to learn, so much and yet she thought she had hunting skills. That was cute. Smirking amusedly, he eyed the corpse , examining her work and chuckling. "You have no skills." He said simply, turning on his heel, presuming she would follow. After all, he'd insulted her. She'd be too indignant to just let it go. If she was the spitfire he assumed her she'd just attack her and try to learn later. If she even thought long enough on whether he was right or not. Unfortunately he was. These hatchling fools and their pride. He'd known it too. But after over a thousand years of walking, watching, waiting…killing. His pride had foundation. ][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][ count: 700+ comments: btw, I'm going to make yew a siggy <3