Love The Way You Lie[Ryan]

[Vienna Charavelli]

[atrb=width,400,true] [BG=F1DEDE] Vienna had travelled to Vegas for her own kind of fun. She wasn’t a gambler, and drinking could do nothing to her dead body. What she could enjoy was everyone else’s upbeat attitudes and manipulate them to her will, as she had done with so many others. Maybe she would bring them back to her suite, take them where someone couldn’t hear their screams, or on rare occasion, just stay and chat. Vegas was rarely harsh, unlike her hometown of New York. In those streets it was easy to be reminded of her violent path and she empathized with the mood of those around her making her rude because of the anger she harbored and self-absorbed from the hurt that came from others. Here she could be happy just as everyone else was, easily ignore those who tried to start any trouble with her. At least, that was the plan, Vienna was still Vienna, her and trouble always went together. Currently she was in the lobby of her hotel, lounging across one of the luxury leather sofas watching as people came in and out and patronizing the already drunk men who thought they were on the same level as her. Her curvy body was clothed in a simple, gray mini and hugged to her perfectly and ended slightly above mid thigh. At the end of those smooth legs she was wearing a pair of purple platforms that were guaranteed to catch attention. One arm curved behind her head, the other hanging off the couch with bracelets glittering. Her small, jeweled clutch was laying on her stomach, on top of the belt that was cinched at her waist. Night was settling down on the bright city around her and the few families here were heading back to their rooms, or at least the parents were chauffeuring the kids back and showing them how to lock them doors after putting a movie on. The rest of the population was just coming out, going straight to the casino or maybe catching dinner and a show. Others were now settling in around her and Vienna smiled, ready for an eventful night. The Count:357 Outfit: this! Notes and Stuff:Sorry its short! I’m not the best at starting either. Viva Las Vegas!.

[matt]

Unlike most of the residents, Ryan wasn't molested, abused and all-that as a child. In fact. he lived a nice, good child-life. His parents were upper-middle class, but since he was an only child, he got almost whatever he asked for. Robert was kind of on the spoiled side growing up, but quickly grew out of it. He thought his life just couldn't get any better, and they didn't. they did quite the opposite, after on day his life went spiraling downward. The day I mean of course, is the day he had his humanity ripped from him. Taken, stolen right some him without so much as a kiss to seal it from the attractive Vampire that turned him.

So since then, well, after the weeks of pain from the change he began to go a little crazy. The bitter, warm taste of the vampire's blood was always lingering, her rust-like smell was always seeming to follow him. He had to get away, far, far away from the quiet streets of Philly where this all happened. Now, he was was far away, as far on the west-coast of Las Vegas as you could get. He had been staying in one of the finest, most luxurious hotels around, the Luxor Hotel and Casino. Yeah, yeah, yeah, the Hotel that Criss Angel lives and performs magical tricks at.

Ryan Robert had just stepped in after a late-night dip in the pool. Ever since his move and change he felt the need to go for swims. It relaxed him as if he was always cleansing his body of the dirt he felt he was, you know being a vampire. A murderer. He stepped in, inhaling and dripping chlorine infested water all over. The tail did little to stop it, but something caught his senses, he was instantly intrigued by that smell. He started to follow it. It was a smell unlike any other. Like a hound he chased after the smell, until it lead him to the back-part of the Lobby. He was stopped in his tracks as his eyes came across a strikingly pale female. Almost as pale as he had become, until he got his weekly spay tans- Ryan was pretty high maintenance. The female looked up a Robert, who was wearing a frightened, scared look. "Hello. May I help you?" Was all the female Vampire said as she looked at teh younger boy. He finally put his finger on the root of the smell, it was what she smelt like the day his life was changed.

Now of course he knew that wasn't her, but he knew she was one of them. He knew she was just like him.

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[Vienna Charavelli]

[atrb=width,400,true] [BG=F1DEDE] Vienna couldn’t comprehend this boy. He was just staring at her like a shallow human would. He was staring like all the drunken men were staring, but he looked like he’d seen a ghost instead of a potential hookup. Then again, Vienna was dead and pale so a ghost wouldn’t be too far off the mark, but he should know what she was, what he was. She raised an eyebrow at him as she watched the play of emotions run across his face. She had a feeling he was young to this life, maybe even more so than herself. She remembered what it was like, she was one of the few who still felt empathetic towards other vampires rather than thinking their flaws were embarrassments to their kind. She sat up in the couch and looked more directly at him. "Are you okay?" She asked quietly, concern in her words, curiosity in her eyes. Is he trying to deny what happened to him? He must be younger than me. Why is no one here with him? Poor kid, looks like he was left completely alone….like I was. Vienna was starting to feel almost a motherly instinct towards this boy, hopefully he would accept it, and not immediately hate her for being the same as him. She patted the spot on the couch next to her, indicating that he should sit. She felt protective over this boy who was seemingly older than her. After all, she wasn’t even old enough really for Vegas according to her looks and the day she died she was only 19, and why come to Vegas if you can’t drink? But she was 28 now, and drinking didn’t affect her body. It only gave her the slightest calm from what her mind remembered it used to do to her. She could guess the answer to her question that he would want to say, that he would want say, no I’m fucking not, I’m dead. Of course, saying that would be sure to raise a few questions from those around them. Her eyes carefully scanned their surroundings, there weren’t many others in here, and all of them seemed human. If he was willing, they could move somewhere else to talk and hopefully, she could help him out in this life. At this point her reason for coming to Vegas had completely left her mind, she forgot that she had been looking for a care-free night, tonight this boy needed her and that was that. Vienna often thought she was too intuitive for her own good; most others would’ve met his look with confusion and left him. But it brought back memories of the first year or so for her, before she embraced it, being the animalistic person was, she enjoyed the fight before the change and enjoyed it now. For quite awhile though, she hid away from the world, after learning that the sun did in fact burn her, the she was now far stronger and faster than any human. She sat in her luxurious apartment until the hunger drove her crazy and only then would she hunt out a meal. Some vampires stayed like that, or went for the animal alternative, Vienna completely changed though, like many did, she was quite happy to be what she was. The Count:551 Outfit:this Notes and Stuff:....!.