Wandering Soul

[Vienna Charavelli]

[atrb=width,400,true] [BG=F1DEDE] Vienna smiled as the child before her dropped her guard, becoming what she really was, hope filled Vienna’s heart that with the ease of that small victory, making this little girl trust her would not be difficult. She could her eyes taking in Vienna and a dominant air surrounded her body as she watched the child dart at Aduro, at a speed only a vampire could achieve. Listening to her speak bothered Vienna more than Aduro’s words had. Once again someone was speaking a language no longer used, other than by her grandparents on occasion, but now it was coming out a small child’s body and even through her age and the way she talked, Vienna sensed an immaturity, that she hadn’t given up her long gone childhood. Her disgust grew as she heard what exactly the girl was now saying to her. She was breathing heavier now, trying to control her short temper, if she was going to injure this child, it wouldn’t be here in the busy streets, there was no way to explain to a mass of people why exactly she was ripping a child to pieces and she couldn’t kill every resident of this gorgeous city either, it would be left for a more discreet time. Instead with her jaw set concretely she smirked at the girl with a hunger normally deserved for a meal and glared at her with cold, dead eyes that now were shining with the essence of what she truly was, a dead, vicious monster. Her glare held steady as the boy spoke and she was pleased to hear no further insult towards her, in fact there was a bit of a compliment as he talked to the other girl, but in her current mood, she was wary of words and left no effect on her. As Aduro stepped forward and cupped her face in his hand she looked down quickly composing herself, becoming once again a mischievous, but kind person and let her eyes meet his. Once again his age came out when he kissed her hand, something reserved now for those darling high school sweethearts, something she had never had. This gesture however, was one that she didn’t mind the way she did his other actions. She knew what was coming before he spoke, but she still wasn’t ready for it. Everyone was the same no matter when they were raised, how they were raised, no one liked to lose, no one just gave up. He wasn’t an exception and the way Vienna was still seemed like a problem he had to fix and he wouldn’t give up. Luckily Vienna’s own willpower was stronger than most and he would have his work cut out for him. Staying composed despite her dislike of being taught she smiled briefly at him and stalked out of alley following the street patterns as only a New Yorker could, crossing the streets quickly and frequently, walking too fast to blend in even here with her agitation. All the while she towed Aduro along with the hand he had held and kissed and having no concern for how the child was keeping up. If she wanted to follow she could a car would wait for her and if it didn’t it was like she couldn’t heal from whatever damage it did in a matter of minutes. Somewhere along her complicated path she realized it may be worth mentioning her plan to the others. "If you don’t mind,"She said, speaking to neither of them specifically, and not caring if they did mind. ”I think the little conversations following this would be better suited for a more private place, seeing as I’m the only one who knows how this city works I’ll bring you to a more suitable place.” I’m not worried very much about the conversation, it what will follow and if either of them have a brain, they’ll understand.Vienna thought, she would be surprised if the depths of her personality had not yet been caught. Deep down all she was, was a bitter, distrusting, predator that wasn’t keen on letting others in her way, but a situation presented itself, she would take advantage of another, would have her fun with them, and on even rarer occasions, she would make herself a friend, that would then have her loyalty and her malice would be directed at the enemies of the one who would broken down her defenses, as it had once been as eagerly directed towards the soul she was defending. The Count:755 Outfit:this Notes and Stuff:By the way, she’s heading towards her apartment, so if either of you disagree I would make it known in your next post, or just make a little note if you don’t feel like making them argue and they can go to like a bar or something..

[Aysel St. Michael]

Aysel blew a kiss at the two of them and shrugged. Her attitude seemed extremely mercurial to others, but it was perfectly reasonable to her.

Ah, but my dear, there are a great many that lust for the very charms you seem oblivious to. Of course, few of them ever enjoy a child's body after an evening with me.

Her eyes are cold and ruthless as she spoke of her murderous ways. There were worse monsters in the world than herself, but she's satisfied to have rid the world of several perverted individuals. There was no lack in males in the world, and she really didn't care one way or another for the most part; it showed in her words and actions concerning those she enthralled.

The innocent facade dropped back into place as they left the alley behind. Now she gave into the urge to skip; Vienna, as the male had called her, seemed to be in quite a hurry. Perhaps Aysel's words had hit some target after all? Nothing like infuriating those around oneself for entertainment. There was violence everywhere in this city, so the sense of it was mere background noise.

Call me Angel, and yours, mister? You seem rather old, so I bet it's something fascinating and old-fashioned!

She tilted her head to one side and grinned playfully, ignoring the sounds of the crowd; being a "child star" definitely had its disadvantages, one of which was being immediately recognized by fans everywhere she went. Their cries of "Angel!" and "Kitari!" were completely ignored, as well as "I love you!" She'd long ago stopped cursing her one live action role, much less caring about her fans; they were boring.

One thing she'd grown to learn in her long life was that it was simply more fun to be childish; hence, she got bored easily, and she went to extremes for her own entertainment and tricks. The stage name she'd taken fit her visage better than the name she'd been born with, and it was only two letters different; practically the same pronunciation. She preferred her stage name to give out; her real name was too important to tell to just anyone. The day she started acting, Aysel St. Michael was dead to the world, and Angel Jones was born a star.

Her eyes told her one story about her chosen companions for the eve, while her other senses told her something completely different. This night was only going to get more interesting; the edge of hostility and danger was nearly intoxicating for an adrenaline junkie, such as Aysel was. She kept from dancing in place, but just barely. She wondered if this "Vienna" knew of a bar where they'd have complete privacy. Since Aysel didn't trust her newest toys, she put the question about the bar to the woman in her most well mannered tones.

Outfit:dress,shoes
Notes and Stuff: Sorry for the wait, my muse ran away until my fiance dragged her back kicking and screaming. Edited because I pasted the wrong post in.