SUMMER YACHT PARTY

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Rose never understood why Ali held so much pain in. she stared at her niece, her hand caressing her cheek softly. “Alianne Rose Shadings Ambrose, listen to me.” her own eyes saddened more at the fact that Ali was so against the raw emotion of grieving. “You lost your best friend, god strike me down with lightening if you aren’t allowed to shed a few tears. You loved her, you now miss her. Grieve Ali. Don’t become like me.” she kissed her forehead, her eyes fluttering closed for a few mere seconds, her lashes skimming over her pale skin. What she had said in more polite terms under the occasion, and to better her was; don’t become a cold hearted bitch with no soul. She pulled back, smiling softly. Alianne Rose Shadings. The epitome of why she stuck around on this hellhole called earth. Without Rose, Ali would take on the last standing linage behind their family. Katra would die one day; Ali would be the only one left. Ali would become the closest tie to the Decumbry line. Inherit the fortune Rose had, more than likely become the center of paparazzi attention. But that was beside the point. After just losing Inora, Rose had to preserve herself on this earth twice as long now. Leaving Ali just after another loss wouldn’t be fair. She’d fight to keep Ali alive as well. She herself made a mental pact to not let any pain come to her dear niece. Speaking of which; two familiar scents clogged up her nasal cavity. Kane and Abel Westin. Their little run in while she was in Italy, left her itching for a fight. She showed such aggression by clutching her glass tightly enough so it cracked slightly. Her chin tilted upwards, not letting anymore anger show through. Her priority though, was that thing that had caught her senses before. What was it? Why was it here? Why the hell had he looked at Ali the way he had? Rose kept her face blank, turning to Victor. Victor Morte Ambrose. The man her niece was married too. The man who had made the progression from mutt to vampire. Another reason for Rose to be jealous over Ali; she got to keep her love. She swallowed another sip, refusing to dwindle on such a dark thought process. She smiled wickedly, gauging happiness. “About we keep it like any other visit, Mr. Ambrose.” she spoke in polite terms to people she wasn’t exactly comfortable or in affection with. Affection as in friendly or romantically, in this case it was friendly. The fact of being tied romantically to Victor, made her want to throw this disgusting and horribly tasting champagne over the side. “I’m doing good, thank you. I hope your fairs are all well. How did business jump or fall after our mishap commercial shoot?” her smile only widened, as her fangs peaked under her lips. The mishap commercial that never aired, due to the fact Victor almost quiet literally lost his head to a fan. It wasn’t like the thing was an actual threat. It wasn’t moving fast enough; at least not to her. To Victor and Ali though, it may have been moving in warped speed. It was in the past, a long past. The last time she’d seen Victor was at the wedding. There she had to be on her best behavior for her dead Ali. Her beautiful and charming family. One that day, Ali had surpassed Rose and her supermodel looks. Ali glowed radiantly like the sun they never saw. The dress (which Rose refused to let Ali buy, she instead paid for it) was extremely Ali, everything Ali. And that on its own was true beauty. Which was all Rose could ask for was her happiness and to know that Rose had an endless wallet to pay for the wedding. Rose smiled distantly at the memory. One of the happier ones in her life. She turned to Victor, smiling as nicely as she could without forcing it. Then turning to Ali, she pressed her lips on her forehead once again. “You’ll have to excuse me lovebirds, I have ladylike business to attend to. You know powder room and such.” she laughed as fake and yet convincing as she could. She slipped between the two, “Sweep her off her feet Victor, convince her water is her friend, other enemies lurk on land.” she laughed her convincing laugh. Then the famous walk came into play, as she headed off to the corridor section. Of course she wasn’t actually going to the powder room, it was a good enough reason though. Everyone thought she was into her looks, being the object of perfection. She was too. But she knew if something was out of place and needed fixing. Nothing needed fixing; quite yet. She was going after that what she considered the threat. Rose followed the foreign scent, it scrunching up her nose and causing her to sneeze more than once. It was then she caught the strongest part of the scent, snarling quietly. Here went nothing. Moving with lightening speed, she caught him by the neck and thrust him up against the wall. She cocked her head to the side, her fangs prolonging past her teeth. “Aw, too bad you’re kind of cute,” she crinkled her nose, so that she looked twice as threatening. “I’m not the ones for game either, you smelly little ball of whatever specie you are. What do you want with my niece?” if he dared to play a game with her, his poor little spinal cord would be ripped brutally from his back. And if he dared to get blood on her pretty little Badgley Mischka dress, she’d make sure no one knew what he looked like afterwards. ----------------------------------------------- with a count 976, while she’s wearing this lovely attire

[Kaia Veron]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=3D3548] Kaia was feeling lame. She'd made sure to grab the closest glass of champagne, beautifully arranged in a row, with the rest of the diamond encrusted glasses. The atmosphere was almost.. hostile. So much intermingling between the races. It almost made her uncomfortable, though if she were in her comfort zone, she'd probably had brought a bit of mischief to the place. However, the females looked particularly... well, particular. She didn't much feel like having her head bit off. And she wasn't really liking the idea of being a piece of meat to whatever male happened to walk aboard the ship. What the fuck was she doing here, anyway? Playing dress up? This wasn't her at all, and yet, she felt as though if she left, all eyes would be on her. The lame one, the party pooper. The girl who couldn't handle the pressure of a simple party. If she wasn't careful, she'd end up panicking her way out of here. Just focus, you stupid girl. If you ruin my chances of a hot meal... Kaia practically hissed at the voice in her head. Oh, how frustrating it became. Constantly insisting that she wreak havoc. Cause chaos no matter where she went. It wouldn't fly here, and she knew that. There was no way she was going to try and pick off a piece of... Meat. Besides, people were so much easier when they weren't all dressed up for some special occasion. Not to mention hormones were flaring tonight, and it wouldn't be all that easy to slip under the radar. Especially considering all of the... competition. Crossing her right leg over the other, she rested her elbow upon her knee, her wrist slightly slouched as she held her glass between two fingers. She watched as every individual person boarded the ship. Some more attractive than others, but should could only imagine what was going on inside of their pretty little heads. The smells were overwhelming, and if it weren't for the alcohol already starting to rush through her bloodstream, she might have felt the urge to puke. So many vampires, so many werewolves. Some sweeter smelling than others, and some incredibly vile. She wasn't sure if she'd smelled a human yet.. But she was almost hopeful a handful or more would show up.. It could prove to be oh, so interesting. Alas, Kaia would sit, and observe. A wallflower as she often became at such parties. She didn't know how to interact with large groups, and she could only hope that the night would soon become more interesting. The Count:427 Outfit:Diva? Notes and Stuff:Kaia's bored.. And oh, so socially awkward..

[Concieved D'maggio]

Con sighed as the party dragged on, he kept in his seat and remained perfectly still. New people arrived, he had noticed a couple of twins that looked abit shady. He was practically invisible to most of the guests and that was the way he enjoyed it.

The waiter began to walk to wards him, in his hands he held an envelope. Con became still as the waiter stood in front of him and held the envelope to him.
"A woman told me to hand this to you sure, said it was very important you received it." The waiter said.

Con snatched the envelope and shooed the waiter away. The handwriting was very familiar, and the scent from it smelt like the waiter and the woman he had been waiting for.
"Nada." The words escaped from his lips.

He looked around making sure that the other vampires didn't catch on to anything and slowly stood. He walked briskly across the boat and smelt the night air. Oh yeah she was here alright, he could smell her blood from a mile away.

He ran after her, not caring if he was making a spectacle of his self. He flew past the woman wearing the blue satin dress, and almost ran over one of the twins if not for stepping to the side at the right time.

He stopped and smiled as he eyed her, just as beautiful as she was when she left him. He ran down as silently as he could and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
"Did anyone ever tell you how much of a dumb ass I am? I'm so damn glad your here, just don't go I need to talk to you."

He turned her around and gave her a beaming smile.
"I beat one of the vampires to a pulp to get some info on your BB character. I know where he is and I need your help, but I also need your company again. I miss you so much that I cant stand it. Would you forgive me?"

[nada harper]

SHIT! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. SHIT! The word kept running through Nada's mind like the energizer bunny on steroids.

How the hell had he known it was her? She'd changed her hair, her eyes, her clothes, her...scent. She winced inwardly rolling her eyes while mentally smacking herself for thinking a simple sprits of perfume would cover her scent. And from Con of all people. Groaning in her head for thinking that delivering his family to him personally was a good idea, when she could have just as easily mailed him the damn names. But Noooo, she had to make sure he got first hand.

Stupid, stupid, stupid she kept tell herself as she suddenly started thinking of all the reasons it was a bad idea to see him again. His finding her in the party - as he'd done - ranking at the top of the list.

She didn't think when it came to him. All survival instinct left when she was near him, and she started talking like some teenage girl with no off button insight.

She'd only come her to make sure he got the list and split. Nothing else. Especially if he was looking to go after BB.

Good God had she not made it perfectly clear how dangerous he was. How much she want to avoid him. How hard she'd been trying to. And he'd beat the crap out of another Vamp just to tell her he'd found him.

"Well great let him tell you where he is so you can book the first flight in the opposite direction." her mind stated. Yeah that's brilliant except for one little blood sucking problem. Con hunted down another vamp to find him. What the hell makes you think he won't come looking for me if you run? she argued."Who says you're you? Rebecca." her mind replied.

"Umm you seem very nice and quite charming in rough kind of way. But you must have me mistaken with one else. My name's Rebecca Tibbs." she lied flawlessly looking Con directly in the eyes as she did.

[Giselle Audley]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=18161d] Giselle couldn't agree more with Lars. The yacht's climate was tense and serious -- it didn't exactly feel like party material. "I know. Actually having fun at a party. The idea! Darling, we've been getting it wrong for years now!" she openly mocked loudly. But hey, everyone was so wrapped up in their little intimate conversations, no one noticed Lars's appalling shirt. Perhaps the solemn dispositions of the party-goers was a blessing in disguise. Enraged recognition flitted across Giselle's face when she spotted Kane and Abel. She gripped Lars's hand, hard, and stopped moving to glare demonically at the brothers. "Quickly remind me again how hard you stabbed Black's dick in?" she snarled. She took a step toward them. Her temper flaring and her countenance turning murderous. It seemed as though she was getting ready to pounce. The last she'd seen them was in her own bedroom, restraining Lars while Sevanni slashed her torso open. There was so much blood -- her own blood which soaked the bed and the floor. She had a scar for weeks. The intrusion wasn't something you just forgave that easily. While Lars may not hold grudges, Giselle most certainly did -- to her grave. "We're not seriously going to do nothing about this, Lars… after what he did to me?" she was violently hissing. For tonight, however, the twins were maybe safe from Giselle's clutches. And that was a very tentative maybe. Later on, she would see how she felt about allowing them to get off this boat with all their internal organs intact. She released the boys from her death glare and returned to her husband's side. "Let's go talk to that girl over there," she mumbled under her breath. Remnants of her seething anger sizzled under her skin. As long as she wasn't directly looking at those two, she wouldn't fall victim to the airborne disease of glum hostility infecting the guests and which Giselle experienced firsthand as being extremely contagious. So she'd take her mind off them by mingling with the lonely looking werewolf, who Giselle did not know her name yet to be Kaia. Giselle led the way over to her. Shockingly, the wolf didn't smell as repulsive as others did. "Hello there, wolf girl. You look positively thrilled to be here," she began sarcastically, her voice coated in a sickly sweet tone, obviously forced. It had been a while since she spoke to a werewolf voluntarily. "Can I smell your hair?" before Kaia could answer, Giselle dipped her head and quickly inhaled her scent. "Merde!" she swore, "Lars, this wolf girl smells remarkably good not sickeningly musty at all! Usually I feel an overwhelming need to vomit when I'm this close to one of them, but not her! Lars, smell her hair -- Not rancid at all!" Giselle was truly astonished, she couldn't get over this. How lovely it was to be able to talk to a werewolf without holding her nose. "Je suis Madame Giselle Audley-Trell. Bonjour, Mademoiselle …?" Giselle held out her hand and introduced herself, then awaited the werewolf to do the same. the count was 515 and she's wearing this and also, Giselle being embarrassing, as per usual xD Hi Kaia!.

[Ellie]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=707577] I A M H E A V E N S E N T, D O N ' T Y O U D A R E F O R G E T. I AM WHAT YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED, WHAT ALL THE OTHER BOYS ALL PROMISED. SORRY, I TOLD. I JUST NEEDED YOU TO KNOW. Lars grabbed up two champagne glasses so he could have something to occupy his free hand with. He handed the other to Giselle as she ranted about the tension on board. Lars could certainly feel it, and it wasn't anything close to comfortable. It was solemn and thick, no one seemed to be in the frolicking mood. Lars eased the tension for himself and put on a smile as he sipped at the drink. Champagne was not what he preferred or even liked, but it was tolerable. He gulped the thing down like water before just letting the empty glass rest between his fingers. He turned his head to where Giselle as glaring, squeezing her hand in return. He turned back to her, about to tell her to forget about them before she pushed her words out in a growl. His grin reclaimed his face as he nodded, "Pretty fuckin' hard, baby, he's probably still trying to fish it out from inside himself," he said before turning around to glance at the twins again, "Forget about them, baby. I tagged them their dues, too, it's done." Her next words stung him again and he looked down. Lars wanted to be done with all of Sevanni's bullshit but he was smart enough to know that he'd gotten even and if he did much more the scale would once again be dropped back in the way of vengeance. "If we do anything they'll just want to take their turn with us again,"

[/color] Lars explained, "So the worst thing we can give them is to ignore them and going on with ourselves like they don't matter, right?"[/color] he made it a point to persuade her, knowing the best revenge, at this point, was to live happily until they were struck again with malice. It wasn't exactly what he'd like to be doing… he wanted to bash all their heads in against the railing of the ship until their brains became fish food just as much as Giselle did, but he knew better than to go about causing meaningless disruptions.

Finally she turned her attention elsewhere. Lars regained his carefree composure as his eyes wandered about the ship while Giselle mentioned mingling with some girl. Giselle was the socialite, he was just watched, for the most part. Things like this weren't usually compromised of his crowd, so he sought most of his company in Giselle.

But when his eyes looked at the werewolf Giselle had decided to greet he was taken aback momentarily. His eyes widened with realization before he looked off to the side, grinning like an idiot at the coincidence. This particular werewolf had tried to have her way with his car in Las Vegas a month or so back. His countenance settled as he turned back to the conversation. Giselle's antics were something he was accustomed to, and he didn't once try and help the poor girl by telling his wife to lay off the stranger.

He let go of Giselle's hand and stuck them it in his pocket instead, declining her invitation to smell her hair, "I can smell it from here," he lied, "Almost like new leather upholstery… mixed with a little sweet shampoo." He raised a brow, debating whether or not he should give his name, for she already knew it. Or maybe she didn't recognize him with the new haircut, but surely Giselle's new surname would let her in one it. Either way, he kept quiet and let her give her name first before going along with anything in particular.
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the count was 600 and he's wearing this and also, hahahha,wahdda coinkidink.

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[Aduro]

[atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] It had been quite some time since Aduro had attended an event such as this. Usually his social life was comprised of meeting other vampires, dining with them for a night and allowing the other party to go it's own way. A sad life but it was a life and when one had eternity to spend...what was just another night compared to all of that? In all honesty, Aduro prided himself on being one with no attachments and thus, a loner. Company had never truly sat well with him...at least the vampiric kind didn't. Perhaps it had something to do with every vampire he knew wishing to indulge in their beast to the fullest extent whilst he did not, or perhaps it was his old world manners that kept in a world all his own...well, to each their time and place right? Stepping forward in a suit of his own picking, one he had found on the glory that was the internet, he adjusted a ruffle here and a ruffle there as he stepped onto the ship with only moments to spare before it departure. Never one for boating and far from secure with the technology of the age he had awoken in, Aduro had to stand amazed at the vessel he now stood upon the deck of. It wasn't long before his attention was pulled away by a smell that both nauseated him and pleased him right to his very core. It was a smell he had been taught to hate and yet....he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to spend one night in the form of the canine's he had been bred to hunt and destroy. Following the scent he came a small gathering of people that smelled of death...no...this was his kind, not the kind that he was seeking. Closing his eyes he allowed himself to wallow in the filth and dirt of the werewolf before continuing his search. Not intending to find anything but plenty prepared to show any shifter what it was to be kind and genial. "Come out, come out....where ever you are." Words uttered softly beneath his breath as his feet carried him around the deck of the ship. The hard wood making such a musical sound each and every time his thick and hard soled shoes knocked upon it as if the two were meant to be. Given the euphoria that washed over the vampire in those shoes it would be quite a wonder if Aduro ever did leave this ship. The Count:0012 Outfit:this Notes and Stuff:.

[Concieved D'maggio]

Con frowned slightly, he knew that this woman was indeed the Nada that he adored, but she insisted that she wasn't. He ran the hair out of her eye and looked directly at them.
"I'm sorry Nada, but I know its you. I could spot you anywhere. Why did you say that in the first place? Are you still angry at me?"

He grabbed her hands and pulled her in close to him.
" Please forgive me Nada, I'm so lonely without you. Call me a fool, but I . . . I . . . I cant stand being away from you now. You are on my mind."

He smiled and then looked down.
"I do understand if you don't want to talk to me again though. I understand if you hate me also, but I will spend my whole eternal life making it up to you. Just forgive me and let me prove it to you."

He let her go and started his walk up to the boat. He paused and turned back to her.
"All I ask is that you come up here and enjoy this party with me. What do you say?"

[Vienna Charavelli]

[atrb=width,400,true] [BG=F1DEDE] Vienna wasn’t one for fancy parties, and she had despised Los Angeles since she was young. She went there once with her family and ended up nearly dead by the end of it, her hotel room was on fire, and she almost drown, what a shitty vacation. Before that eye-opening vacation, she had dreams of living either here or in New York and she left with her mind made up. From then on she bragged about her future in New York and how she would fit in fabulously there with enough money to do anything her cold heart desired and she was right from the start, wanting to live in this warm, treacherous city seemed like a far away dream now. The only thing Vienna liked about being here was that she could dress up. She was wearing a short, sparkly black dress and various accessories that gave her look a personality separating her from any old attention whore. Not that she couldn’t be one, she just had a very different way of going about and she would never reduce herself to begging and parading around for someone to notice her. Vienna’s posture showed little of her agitation, she stood leaning against the side of the boat her arms crossed slightly too tight to seem comfortable. Her face was even smoother, her plump lips slid into an easy smile, her eyes scanning the other guests who all seemed quite tense themselves, apparently this was one party where she didn’t have to pretend to fit in. She quickly grabbed a drink, giving her something to do with her hands and ran her finger across the clear rim tirelessly as she stared off into space, she hadn’t noticed anyone she knew from her quick glance around, but she knew that the chance was high that she would eventually run into someone who had met her. From the yacht the scents of human, werewolves, and other vampires drifted through the air, three species that never got along very well, this would surely prove to be an interesting night and if a fight broke out, well Vienna would be plenty happy to join in. The Count:360 Outfit:this Notes and Stuff:….

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

Daniel Conteo was a vampire. Moreover, he was the sire of a vampire. Two to be exact. One a relative who had been dying. The other a would be victim of said relative. Amethyst had had no right to do what she’d done to Faith, and Daniel would exist in perpetual guilt. Faith had everything going for her – would have died in less than a hundred years. The sweet reprieve now would be denied her. On one hand, he did feel guilty. On the other? Relief. He would no longer exist in solitude. And while she too could have adopted the predatory persona that female vampires so enjoy, Ms. Riddle had shown impressive resilience to the condition. Perhaps it was because she empathized with her victims. Whatever the case, he still enjoyed her company to no particular end.

In the past months he’d been teaching her, something that most sires did not engage in. Teaching her to hunt, leave her victims living, resist the urge to feed…Resist the sun. All this and much more had been laid before her feet to glean information from. It was for her to do with what she would, Daniel’s sole request? She didn’t truly die. He did love her, more than anyone or anything on the planet that would ever roam or had roamed before him. She was his after all. He had found her, that night at the library…with her stupid cat. Who now lived in fright since the thing it feared had become its master as well. Why there were going to a social gathering Daniel could not be entirely sure. But Faith needed interaction beyond him. She was female…that made sense enough. That was the only reason he had been coaxed to consider going on a yacht.

He wasn’t a huge fan of boats..or water. Which was strange considering his roots. But she expressed interest in attending and he, true to form, had subtly made arrangements for them to go. He was wearing a pair of black slacks, a slate blue button down shirt with the sleeves rolled to just higher than his elbows and his signature expressionless look. Well..for the most part it was expressionless. His eyes, cobalt and cloudless, had lightened some. He was happy – happy with Faith. They’d driven there, leaving the car parked in a lot near the dock and boarded the large boat, however opposed to the idea Daniel was. She looked beautiful, pale skin glowing and her dark luscious hair fluttering in the breeze. During the time he had taught her, they had dated. It was clear from the beginning or perhaps before that there was chemistry to be had. While Daniel had come into the situation loving her, it was a superficial love – the kind one shows a beautiful work of art.

It was shallow – his vision of her somewhat two dimensional. The dating? That was providing the third and final dimension to his affections. He’d confessed early on that he suspected his first profession of love to be somewhat worthless in the long run, and while that was unfortunate, he was interested in adding depth to it; getting to know her better. Thus far what had been obvious was her Messiah complex. She wanted to save everyone. So did he. Sadly that was out of their power. They couldn’t save people, not in the conventional way. I mean obviously they had the capacity, but they were just as likely to kill someone as save them. The vampire’s lips were pulled into a small half smile, that perpetual five o’clock shadow haunting his jaw line and upper lip. As usual the immortal appeared…beautiful, sultry..appetizing in a variety of way, most of all he was masculine.

The shirt hugged his chest and the beginning of his upper ribs and his pants seemed not to cling to his legs but their size did not erase the suggestion of shape as baggy pants might have. His hair was cropped short and blonde and laugh lines (or more likely frown lines) collected on the corners of his eyes as his stare ticked over the occupants already aboard the ship. The fingers of his right hand had intertwined with the slender articulations of Ms. Riddle. As usual it was a brief display of affection, the touch fleeting yet utterly tender, a mild reminder of his sentiments before he took to weaving through the bystanders, slightly to her side. Despite the location of his stare, his peripheral vision facilitated close monitoring of the fledgling whose senses were probably in a state of disarray and bewilderment. So much blood. He could smell it. Some more appetizing than others – he’d caught sight of a mongrel or two mixed in with the crowd, but there were humans to be had. And vampires. Most he knew of rather than knowing personally – for example he’d heard of Lars and Giselle Trell, but was not familiar with the pair, simply their notorious existence and what came with it.

He would be careful to avoid the duo, drama was on the menu – but he didn’t have to sample it. And to that effect he’d made certain Faith had thoroughly gorged herself – much to her dismay – before he consented to coming this evening. She’d fed a little less than an hour ago, and he’d made it perfectly clear they would only stay for perhaps an hour as well. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t believe there would be help if she attacked someone, it was more her conscience he was minding. Mauling people didn’t generally leave her in a good state of mind – it left her battered, her victim’s pain been somehow inflicted on her as well. Their motion halted as they approached the bar, Dani casually leaning against it and taking in the crowd. They undoubtedly would find someone to converse with, but the vampire, as usual, was in no rush.

[nada harper]

"How could I be mad at you? I don't know you." she replied gently while shaking her head at him. "And please stop calling me Nada my name is Rebecca. I don't know any Nada's much less ever heard that name before." she stated taking a step back. "Look I need to get going. I only came here to make sure you got that." she pointed to the envelop she'd instructed the waiter to give him.

"And now that you've gotten it I need to go. Being on a boat full of Vampires and Wolves makes me feel a bit too much like I'm going to be on the menu. So it was nice to met you. Bye." she said waved and started down to the dock. Mentally beating herself black and blue for coming in the first place.

He'd missed her. That thought kept surfacing no matter how many times she beat it down. She'd never had anyone tell her they'd missed her. Course she'd never stayed in one place long enough to be missed, let alone with one person. This was seriously screwing with her head.

She'd been with him two weeks. Two weeks, what could she have done in two weeks to make him miss her? She couldn't think of one thing. She was moody, snappish, secretive and did not enjoy talking about herself in the least. And with him she got even more moody and snappish because he made her talk about herself.

No she couldn't go back to him. With him. If she did what secrets she had remaining were to be sniffed out by him and she couldn't afford that. No matter how many times he said he'd protect her, no matter how sincere he was when he said it, no matter how dead he all ready was.

And she this is the why speech wasn't helping because in truth she missed him to.

[dante]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=090a0c] Dante glided down toward the dock where the party had already started--figuratively speaking, as there was a lack of loud, obnoxious music, gleeful cries (or those of horror), and a lack of people hanging all about the boat in drunken mischief just absolutely filled to the brim waiting on cops to show up. There wasn't any doubt this was the place, but Dante wondered who the DJ was. They'd gotten a DJ, yes? Perhaps they needed a young vampire's touch. Oh, yes, he could smell the crowd as he drew closer. Vampires hanging about. Tsk, were they here for a meal? They'd better not be. This was a party, not a buffet. At least no one had told him BYOH. Then there were, never far from the fun, werewolves. Werewolf? Well he wasn't close enough to tell, but their scent wasn't as strong. Much sweeter, however, than those of his own despite his sinful pleasure, that. Was he a naughty Vamp nibbling on the necks of his own kind? Were it only one wanted to nibble his. Like a sexual predator on a knife's edge restraining themselves knowing better, Dante wished other vampires would drape themselves on his shoulders as they love to do their meals. Was it his fault the means of his rebirth? The forest, his savior, were the clearest memories, but the bite and the blood... It made his pale blue eyes droop and a lazy smile overtake his lips. As Dante drew closer, dressed in a sharp, fit black suit and white shirt--not his preferred taste, but this was a formal occasion--a young woman was found walking the opposite direction. A young, Human woman. She did not look like she'd been enjoying herself. His eyes flicked over her shoulder at the man watching her walk away but briefly; the stranger's eyes were on the woman's back. He knew her, or wanted her. Domestic dispute? Might not be his business then. Didn't stop Dante from offering a polite smile and a slight bow at the waist as they neared one another. He'd keep going if she whisked by without a word. Just trying to be polite. Now... about putting the party back in party. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Count: 383

[nada harper]

Nada froze at the odd guesture of the man before her. He was handsome enough in his black suit and white shirt. Certainly dressed for the party on board. But he was bowing. Why was he bowing? Looking sharply to her left and right she saw no one else near her, man or woman, she even looked back to the boat for any one that his attention might be going to, but all she saw was the outline of Con.

And that fueled her next actions. "You're late. You said you'd be here at tweleve and here it is a quater to one." she chided, glaring at him playfully as she wrapped her arms around herself and walked over to him. Kissing him lightly on the lips placing her hand on his arms.

Please, please, please give me something to work with. she thought as she ran her hands down his arms to his hands. Wrapping her hands in his squeezing lightly until she got what she was looking for. Until a voice from his past surfaced with a name that was hopefully his and not someone else's or an alias he wasn't currently using.

Her little talent while always reliable to provide something, had been known to give her such information before. It wasn't as though she could pick a chose what she heard or saw. She could only look and hope the info was good what she needed. And right now she needed a name. His name would by far be the preferable one, and if that didn't seem right she could always pull the 'sorry babe, it's been so long I got you confused with someone else' line. Nine out of ten it worked just as well.

"You know Dante if you didn't want to be my date. The least you could have done is called and me told. Even in this day and age it's still considered rude to keep a girl waiting." she smiled and released his hands stepping back with her hands in the air. "But if you're not interested I get it." she stated.

[dante]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=090a0c] There'd been no ulterior motive to his action, just the unexpected gesture to amuse himself if none other. She was Human, and would be delicious, but Dante really was of the mind to party and not savor the menu as it were. Random things plucked out of the ether of his mind or pop culture thrown out there to keep the Humans guessing. Why not? You weren't alive--figuratively--if you didn't live. Too easy for a vampire to just slip on by; natural habit to avoid sticking out and drawing unwanted attention. He made it a hobby to stick out in the right crowd, or before the right person. Perhaps, this time, the right person had been the wrong person. When Nada's lips touched his own the male vampire found himself at a loss for words. Fortunately, as someone once in the military, mental and physical reflexes were a specialty of his. Dante's hands rose up to cradle the woman standing there as he gently returned the kiss before she parted. A sly smile on his lips, he didn't stray far, slowly circling the two of them so his face wasn't easily visible. This wasn't about him, after all. "Name's Dante. Pleased to meet you," he introduced himself quietly, aware there were supernaturals about with rather sharp senses of hearing. "I'm interested," he replied quickly, following after the woman threatening to run away in the face of a boy-toy that'd nearly stood her up. "Entering a world of pain. I'm all your's. Take me, one more time? I promise to make it up to you." Dante reached out with his hands, offering for Nada to take them to step closer to resume their embrace. What? Stalker ex-boyfriend? Cold hearted revenge/jilted lover? Oh, yeah, he could see this getting bad fast; but how could he refuse someone so beautiful and sharp? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Count: 333

[*sombra delgadillo]

Alright people.
The word count is a lousy 200 words.
Make it or I'll start deleting posts. :)