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[R. Bellatrix Gregorie]

It was a cloudy night in London, and you couldn‘t see the moon or the stars. It was so dark that it pressed down on your eyes, and people who had decided to go out could only turn back, blundering and feeling their way through the darkness home, some of them not aware that this was the perfect kind of conditions for someone to creep up behind them, pounce, and drink their blood… It was Roxanne Bellatrix Gregorie‘s favourite kind of night. But tonight, she wasn’t out in the streets, hunting. She was sitting on a park bench, legs crossed, the smoke from her cigarette littering the air around her. She had started smoking as habit, something to keep her hands busy, and since it didn’t do anything to her, she treated it as a what the hell move.

She uncrossed her legs, flicked her cigarette to the ground and crushed it with the heel of her black stiletto. She got up, put her hands in the pockets of her dark skinny jeans, and started walking down the path that ran through the parkette, the cool, rainy wind making her dark red silk shirt flow beautifully. She walked right in the middle of the path lined with flowers to a large tree which the path rounded and returned back. She stopped and admired the tree, looking up into it’s wide canopy of branches, looking down at it’s wide, old roots, going above the ground and under it again and again. She put her hand up to it’s ancient trunk, her pale hand minute against its paramount wideness. She felt the bark, trailing her fingers against it, memorising the cracks and the edges like she had done so many times before. She let her hand drop and sighed. She remembered what the parkette was like without it.

She walked around the tree, back down the flower-lined pathway, back to her park bench. Sitting down, she lit another cigarette and leaned on the wooden backrest, looking up at the sky, thinking. Where were all the other vampires in London tonight? It was perfect, the darkness so dark that at least five other vampires should be stalking the secluded street in front of her. Instead, there was just that broken streetlamp, the smell of the rainy wind, and the tall fat tree to keep her company. She sighed and closed her eyes, wondering. The sky above her opened up and moonlight shone right where she was sitting, making the night a bit brighter than before. Roxanne Bellatrix Gregorie hoped that she could have some other company.

words, 450
music, Him, Lily Allen
tags, preferably vampire

[* ``Audri;]

New York wasn't a good place to be. At least, not for Audri. Not for the positions she found herself in. So, without thinking twice, she packed her bags and caught a flight. A week's worth of clothes in a duffel bag, iPod in her ears, and a small gold band on her left hand. It was that ring that made her decide a trip was what she needed. That ring that landed her here, in London after dark.

It was that which resulted in her being here, in this park, alone. She was perched on a picnic table, her bag discarded at her feet. She'd planned on finding someone, anyone, to feed from. Apparently, that would need to wait until the next night.

She put her elbows against her knees, exposed from the gaping holes torn in them, and put her her forehead against her hands. She tightly closed her eyes, willing away everything that was bothering her. Running away to London wouldn't take away anything she felt. It wouldn't change that she couldn't remember the last time Erick had been home or the last time they'd even spoken. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but what about her life could be called easy, anyway?

She ran her fingers through her hair, straightening up as quiet footsteps made a way to her ears. Followed by a scent. It was weak, from the distance still between her and its owner. But she wasn't about to stick around and find out who that owner happened to be, even though she could find familiarity in the scent.

Quickly she stood, her hand grabbing the loops from her bag as she quickly crossed the clearing, stashing away within a group of trees. At the very least, she wanted to see who it was. She needed to know who this other vampire was, despite already knowing it wasn't who she'd want it to be.

Audri smiled a bit to herself, watching the female vampire take a seat. She faintly placed her face, but the name almost escaped her. Trix? Something to that effect.

She chewed her lip while her thoughts ran a bit crazy. It was still early in the evening, and there were hours before the sun would rise. She could do one of two things: Find a hotel, and turn in for the evening, or attempt to engage this vampire in conversation a second time. She wasn't going to just wander; Wandering wasn't typically her thing. She tightened her fingers around the straps of her bag, decision made. Quietly, she made her way back into the clearing, putting on a friendly face. "Hello, again," she said in a friendly voice, almost too distant and empty for her to recognize as her own.

She waited, quietly, to see if this woman remembered her, as well. Sink or swim, she found herself think.





Word Count :: Five-oh-two.
Listening To :: Bad Romance - Lady Gaga.
Notes :: Well. It'll do. x.x'

[R. Bellatrix Gregorie]

The moonlight slowly grew brighter as a slight wind from the north blew through her hair, making the black curls trip over the others, following the air. She crossed her legs and her expression seemed to stop nature, saying Please, don't let me be found. But she wasn't one for begging. So she straightened her face, and put on an air of superiority. Soon, the wind stopped and the moonlight disappeared. She smiled. It was not like a regular, human smile. Because, of course, she was not a human. Her smile did not reach to her eyes, and they remained cold since she was not fed, but when she was her smile made her face the most beautiful of all. She ran the fingers of her left hand through her hair, her smile fading slightly. The lamp on the street flickered and the wind resumed.

But now, it carried a scent. Finally! She thought in relief, in welcome. Finally someone else like me. She took it in, dropping the cigarette and crushing it with her foot like deja vu, and noticed something. It was just something, but she recognized it and smiled. Of all the people she wanted to see, here was one of the top. She pretended not to notice, because Audrina was getting closer.

"Hello, Again," Came a friendly voice, not like her at all. Trix turned her head, and paused to look up into Audri's face. It was lit up by feigned kindness which Trix recognized. The first time they had met, Trix had made a horrible first impression. She remembered it clearly. She had been so thirsty, and she must have looked awful. That time, though she hadn't known it, she had wanted a friend like her so badly and was tired of walking around at night alone, and when Audri and her stumbled across eachother and then parted, Trix had hoped they would meet again. And here they were.

Audri waited quietly beside the park bench. Bellatrix wondered if she thought that she would not remember her. She was wrong. The night they had met would be in Trix's memory for ever.

"Hi," Trix answered lamely, standing up to face her. She had a feeling this meeting would not last longer than the first. She wished she had some furniture other than a park bench to offer.

words, 431
music, Youth Blood, jinder
notes, i know it is short..

[* ``Audri;]

"Hi," she heard the woman answer back, standing to face her. Really? That was it? An unenthusiastic, uninterested greeting? Maybe, just maybe, Audri was overstepping. And maybe this was a bad idea. For all she knew, Trix wanted to be alone. Just because Audri was in London, alone, and ran into a familiar scent didn't mean she should go barging in on possibly meant-to-be-private moments.

She took a deep, unnecessary breath. "You look...a little different, since I saw you last." She smiled, hoping that was taken as it was meant -- as a compliment.

Audri glanced down at her beat up, worn out shoes. The jeans that were torn out in the knees, and was missing a back pocket. Her tank top, hidden under her favorite over sized black hoodie. Suddenly, looking at Trix, she felt under dressed. "You look a bit dressed up. Big evening?"

She couldn't help the awkward, nervous feeling that went through to her very core. Out of habit, she hid her hand in her sleeve, lifting it to her mouth and chewing the edge slightly. She was waiting, patiently, for this woman to just simply tell her to fuck off and go away. Which, of course, she would.

She absently reached for her right front pocket in her jeans. She felt, quickly, to make sure her phone was still there. She knew Erick had the number. And she knew her service was great internationally. If he turned up at home, she wanted to know. But right now this trip was for her. She needed to remember that. She knew what she was getting into with him, and she couldn't let it slow her down anymore. She couldn't let it rule her, even though it would be an almost impossible habit to break. So for now, her focus was here in London, hopefully catching up with the woman before her.





Word Count : Three-thirty-five.
Listening To : Wannabe - Spice Girls. (Laugh it up. xD)
Notes : None. (:

[R. Bellatrix Gregorie]

Roxanne Bellatrix Gregorie surveyed the vampire she had looked forward to meeting with expressionless eyes. They gave her the once-over and returned to look at her face. Bellatrix was about at the same level as Audri, but without the heels she would be less tall, even appear smaller and less apparent. But here she stood importantly, tall and proud. Audri seemed to have noticed her desired superiority.

"You look..." She paused, as if searching for words. "...a little different since I saw you last." She finally said, words upon which Trix pondered. What in the world can she mean? I'm a never-changing vampire, for goodness sakes. How can I look different? Audri smiled, meaning that this was a nice comment, and looked down at the ground, at her worn-out shoes across from Trix's gleaming heels. Trix understood. She should have worn something different if she could see into the future. But maybe if Audri knew her more she would've known Bellatrix's personal style. She liked class, style and grace. And showed that in what she wore, usually.

"You look a bit dressed up," Audri told her. "Big Evening?" She asked. Trix's glance around the park would give her away if Audri was looking at her. Instead, she was chewing the edge of the sleeve of her black hoodie. The park, accompanied by it's broken (but fighting to be bright) lamp, wooden park bench, dirt path, and sometimes attended-to flowers was almost exactly the definition of not 'big evening'. Trix sighed quietly to emphasize this point.

This night she hadn't really planned, but she thought she would spend it like all the others: sitting in the park, alone, biting someone when it got very dark, returning to her flat. This meeting made it more exciting; didn't Audri see that? But she longed to break the awkwardness. She didn't know how to answer.

"Not really." She said instead. "How about you? What are you doing in London?" She added, remembering that last time she had met Audri, it was not here. Sensing that this was even more awkward and formal than she wanted it to be, she made a sort of quiet Oh noise, and sat back down on the park bench, indicating Audri should sit too. She hoped that she would. Crossing her legs, she looked at the lamp in front of her, which flickered, then suddenly lighted for longer than it ever had.

Suddenly, almost instantaneously, a scent other than vampire came her way from the streets of London. No, She thought desperately as thirst broke out in her throat slowly. No, She said to herself, more firmly. I have to stay here. She wanted to stay with Audri, getting to know her. That was the only thing she wanted now. But Audri was a vampire like her, surely...? But no, she thought again. I...we are both staying right here.

words minus coding, 477
music, Twilight Galaxies, metric
notes, same

[* ``Audri;]

"Not really."

Audri dropped her hand from her face, slipping it from the sleeve and both hands into her front pockets. "Oh," she said slightly, knowing if she could she'd blush.

"How about you?" She heard her companion ask. "What are you doing in London?"

For an unknown reason, Audri smiled. "Short version?" she started, watching the woman sit down. She saw her invitation, a gesture that she ought to do the same. So, she did, her knee against the back of the bench as she sat almost on top of her foot. She pushed her left arm up, leaning against her elbow into the back. "Whim. Sitting around at home was unbearable." She stopped there, noting Trix's expression, trying to read into it. She glanced quickly, from the corner of her eye, to the flickering lamp that continually drew attention to itself. She hoped she wasn't attempting the same feat. "The longer version is...well..." She stopped, biting down on her lip. How was she meant to explain it? "Complicated, I suppose." That would suffice, for the time.

Again, she watched the womans face. An almost instant look of discomfort contorted her features. Oh jeez, what have I done? she thought spitefully before it hit her. The scent in the air.
Humans! Her stomach almost wanted to growl. She hadn't eaten since before her flight. But it would be rude to just up and leave after she made a point of coming out to show herself. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, almost regretting the decision, and exhaled slowly. She opened her eyes, keeping them strongly focused on Trix. "And you? What brings you to London?"

Word Count : Three-one-three.
Listening To : (I'm Gonna) Party Like A Rockstar - JTX
Notes : Were we this slow the first time we RP'd? :P

[R. Bellatrix Gregorie]

"Short Version?" Audri had asked, smiling as she sat down. Sitting here with a vampire like her, on an ordinary park bench in London, was a strange feeling. Roxanne Bellatrix Gregorie watched out of her peripheral vision as Audrina sat down beside her, and opened her mouth to talk again. "Whim. Sitting around at home was unbearable." Here Audri stopped, and looked over at Trix as though asking for her approval. She spoke again. "The longer version is...well... Complicated, I suppose." Trix considered this. The word 'complicated'... she had some of those times in her life, not many. But now that she was a vampire, nothing was complicated. She could run and leave no footprints in the snow. She could not show her feelings at all, she didn't have to eat, and all she had was the great taste of blood to keep her alive. So she didn't really understand why Audri had a problem.

The scent hit them both, she could see, but she firmly denied it. If Audri could too, they could stay here and catch up, but if she didn't... She saw Audri close her eyes, and watched sceptically as Audri inhaled, then exhaled. Trix simply didn't breathe. Maybe Audri was planning to go hunting tonight, Trix considered. But then why would she start talking to me? They seemed to both resist it, to Trix's almost relief, and Audri opened her eyes to continue talking. "And you?" She started. "What brings you to London?" She asked, keeping her eyes on Trix like she wanted to bore a hole through her. Trix dearly wanted to reply, Me? I live here! which was true, but would probably be taken as a snobbish thing to say.

"I got a flat here," She said instead. "About... 2 years ago." She remembered it clearly, the seven hundred and thirty days just spent getting to know - or should she say, remembering - London, looking up and down the different streets and visiting the non-tourist attractions, glorying in the pure un-sunniness of it, tracing her immortal finger over the spot on the stone grave where her initials were carved. Roxanne Bellatrix Gregorie. It was set in the stone beautifully. She sat there for hours, wondering what her life would be like if it had gone on all those years ago, if she had lived... maybe she would fall in love, have children, grow old and maybe she would actually be underground here, right beside her father. But that was gone now, and she couldn't go back.

She wondered if Audri minded her short responses to her questions. She had been nicknamed Listen in school, mostly because she never talked about herself, just listened intently. She never contributed to conversations, just built on what other people said. The few friends she had turned away from her and pretended she wasn't there, but soon a lot of people saw her most prominent quality: she listened intently, and then gave good advice. Listen Gregorie, they called her, and she even started a article in the school newspaper...

She blinked, overcome by this sudden rush of memories, and brushed her hair away from her face. She looked back at her friend, wondering if Audri could be listened to.

words minus coding, 566
music, Littlest Things, lily allen
notes, sorry it took so long (:

[Olivier Bonnaire]

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This was ridiculous. Why was it so difficult to navigate London? The streets were narrow and dimly lit, the buildings towered like giant stone walls barring his path, one alley just led to another and they all looked the same... How did Olivier keep ending up in London anyway? He couldn't remember anything from the night before, for it had been a full moon, so it was still a mystery to him how he ever got across the channel as a wild, rabid monster. Ridiculous, he thought again.

Olivier heard a loud, growling sound just then, and froze in his tracks. For a moment he stood stock-still until he heard it again, and realized, with a wave of relief, that it was just his stomach. How could he have mistaken that for... anything, really? Perhaps it was a too-tired-to-go-to-sleep delirium. Yes, that must have been it... The young werewolf hadn't slept for quite some time. Not since yesterday afternoon when he awoke and found himself in a wild poppy field a few miles outside of the city. He had spent that night and the whole day today wandering around London, trying to find someone who could help him get back to Paris. It wasn't easy, of course, as he was in his wolf form, his shaggy brown fur sticking up in all directions, his paws aching, and his tail dragging on the cold concrete of the sidewalk.

Of course, Olivier would have loved to just plop down where he stood and close his eyes, but there was one little flaw in that plan. Truth be told, Olivier was a scaredy-cat. It was bad enough that the boy was in a strange place so far away from home, but it was so dark tonight... Not that Olivier was scared of the dark. More like he was scared of being alone in the dark. Olivier was a strange boy. He enjoyed people being around, but the didn't actually like interacting with them. At home, he would be perfectly at ease tinkering with something in his bedroom with Adrian just across the hall, both of them completely ignoring each other, but if his elder brother stepped out for something, he would start to get a bit edgy.
Perhaps he could put on his sad, sad puppy dog eyes and get a roof over his head for the night. That, at least, would be more comfortable than sleeping on the street, where any random passerby could snatch him up and... well, he didn't want to psyche himself out anymore than he already had, so he stopped thinking about it.

Suddenly, Olivier was aware of a strange smell in the air, a smell that protruded past the city stench of diesel and paper. He had never smelled such a smell before. It was sweet and metallic and... it was hard to describe. Olivier had smelled dead things before, a pungent, sickly sweet odor that you couldn't ignore. This scent was almost like that, except it smelled... alive, somehow.

Olivier found himself extremely curious. Normally, he would be a bit more cautious when following a strange smell, especially one as strange as this, but tonight, he was far too exhausted for prudence. His tired paws trotted him across the street into a small park. Although the darkness was still complete, and Olivier couldn't see a thing, he followed his nose toward his goal and his paws led him on as they tread the stone path beneath him. The shadows of the trees coupled with the smell of grass and dirt calmed him. It was much less intimidating than the aromas of the big city, though they were not altogether drowned out.

After only a few moments, Olivier heard something ahead of him. Voices, he suspected. At least, they sounded like voices to him, but maybe he was just hearing things. It would not have surprised him. A few slow, pained steps and a couple meters later, Olivier caught the silhouette of two people sitting on a wooden bench. He had almost missed them in the darkness, but his nose caught them and pointed them out. Though their scents were, of course, distinctive and individual from one another, they both had the same dead-yet-alive smell.

It seemed they had been talking. Olivier hated to interrupt, but the boy just happened to be in desperate need of assistance right then, and his brain was too slow at the moment to asses the situation correctly, to register the danger he was staring right in the face. The fact that these women smelled dead and that they were sitting in pitch darkness in the middle of the night didn't even raise a red flag in the boy's mind. Olivier had, of course, never been introduced to a vampire before.

Putting on his best pathetic face, Olivier walked slowly over to the women, stopping only about a meter away. He then lowered his head and let out a pitiful whine, looking up at them with sad, sad eyes. Goodness, this would have been much easier if he were human. Oh, well. He supposed he would have to cope with what he had. Hopefully, one of these ladies would take pity on him and perhaps invite him to their home for the night. Olivier was, after all, very well trained.




Tagged -- Bellatrix / Audri
Word Count -- 881
Notes -- Sorry if I'm intruding, ladies. I've been inactive for a while, so I decided to jump in. Hope you don't mind. :P

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[* ``Audri;]

She considered her previous statements. What if she asked for details? For an explanation to the complicity she held bottled up? How was one to explain they'd not only gotten engaged to an absent lover, but woken up on the day they expected to be married to, once again, find that person absent? How would they explain that the pain was a little worse, every day, but they continued on despite the bull shit?

She was, however, grateful, when Bellatrix not only dismissed the topic but answered her question.

Audri tilted her head slightly as the words tumbled effortlessly from Trix's mouth. "I got a flat here. About... 2 years ago." Audri bit down on her lip, the pressure stinging as she drug them back. Had she mentioned that the first time they'd met?

It took her until this moment to realize she'd started holding her breath. She didn't need to breathe, but she had to admit, it felt more...normal to do so. So she inhaled deeply, a new scent filling her lungs, her senses. It was rustic, and faintly...floral? She exhaled a bit, inhaling once again. The scent was all too familiar, but she couldn't tell if this werewolf meant trouble or not. "You smell that?" she asked quietly, unaware if she'd cut Roxanne off or if they'd been sitting in an awkward silence the entire time.

In the amount of time it had taken for the words to spill from her lips, the visitor had gotten closer. An unmistakably miserable whine could be heard, and she glanced off to where it came from. Poor dear, she thought, chewing the corner of her lip. With that came indecision. Make an honest attempt to help, or try helping and be mauled. She glanced back at Trix, her expression unreadable. It's been a good run, she found herself thinking as she stood, closing the distance between the wolf and herself. She found herself thinking of Erick, and what would happen should this encounter end bad; He'd never know.

Cautiously, she extended a hand. She wanted to be sure -- if this wolf hadn't already realized it -- that he'd stumbled upon vampires. She allowed her knees to bend, crouching carefully in front of him. She sighed, softly, while dropping her hand. "And just what can we do for you?"

Word Count : Four Hundred & Twelve.
Listening To : If My Heart Was A House - Owl City
Notes : No intrusion at all. :D Just be warned -- we both kinda space on posting. :P Lol.

[Olivier Bonnaire]

Olivier flinched back ever-so-slightly when the woman approached him, more because of the stench than because he was afraid. If the need arose, he could always tear them apart with ease. Not that he would have the stomach or even the will to do that. Olivier wasn't one to be violent. Plus, there was no reason to be scared. These ladies seemed nice enough, though they did not smell it. They did seem like quite the odd pair, though. Although he could barely see them in the darkness, there was a distinct difference in the way the two were dressed. One of them, the one that had approached him and now knelt in front of him, wore a very basic outfit of jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. Aside from the not-so-alive-but-alive edge, she smelled very nice in a very unextraordinary way. Clean, yet very natural. It was appealing. The other, the one still sitting on the bench, seemed to have on fairly nice apparel, as if she were going out for a party or something. Perhaps they had just come from a party, which would explain them being out so late. Olivier supposed that wasn't all that uncommon. When she had been alive, his mother had gotten dressed up like that simply to go to the movies with his father. This lady smelled very chemical. She must have had on some sort of perfume or product. Olivier wasn't a fan of those chemically, supposedly-nice-smelling... stuffs in a bottle. They all just smelled like strange chemicals to him, and they all burned his ulta-sensitive nose. Instinctively, subconsciously, Olivier gained an automatic favor for the woman who had approached him. She seemed gentle and friendly (not to mention her scent was easier on his nose), but he hadn't gotten a chance to get to know the other one as of yet. Perhaps she would be just as friendly. He hoped so.

Olivier had to think for a moment before he could understand what the girl was asking him. The young boy, being born and raised in Paris, had very little knowledge of the English language. He could pick out little words, such as 'you' or 'can' or 'dog', and after going through it in his sluggish brain for a moment, he decided he had a fairly good idea of what she was saying. She was curious to why he was here. She wanted to know what he wanted. He supposed it was more of a rhetorical question, for she couldn't really believe that a dog would talk back, yet Olivier felt the need to answer, regardless.

In response, Olivier got to his paws and walked a couple of circles in front of this woman, not quite sure of what to do. He couldn't very well morph in front of them. Nice as they were, he wasn't sure how well they would take it if the dog (rather, small wolf) in front of them suddenly transformed into a scraggly fifteen-year-old boy. Olivier had no clothes either, and even in the dark, he was really pretty modest. Besides, he probably wouldn't be able to communicate any better as a human with his limited knowledge of their language. The boy, of course, had no idea that these two women knew what he was, for he also had no idea what they were.

What to do, what to do?

Just then, Olivier's stomach growled rather loudly, hopefully saving him the trouble of explaining himself. He set himself on his belly and closed the distance between him and the nice-yet-not-so-nice-smelling girl who had knelt before him, crawling with his head low and his ears flat, his sad eyes looking up at her pleadingly. Oh, yes. Not only was this form of communication a nice alternative, but it was also rather effective. Who could say no to these eyes? Eyes that held a somewhat human intelligence underneath the canine facade.

Tagged -- Audri / Bellatrix
Word Count -- 648
Notes -- Hm, no worries. I can be rather spacey too sometimes. :P

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[R. Bellatrix Gregorie]

Roxanne Bellatrix Gregorie took her eyes off Audrina and ran her index finger along the dark armrest of the park bench, refusing to think about this when she was supposed to be making conversation and keeping her thirst in control. She looked at the basic design of the arm rest, just simply jutting out, curving and attaching to the bench again, and she thought. How many people had sat on this bench before her? How many had sat here, maybe pondering their thoughts, maybe enjoying the sun, alone, with someone, or even with a group of their friends? Friends... Bellatrix repeated the word in her head, flipping it around, rearranging the letters, but nothing came. No memories of friends or even belonging -- she had never been wanted. Little Listen Gregorie, never was loved, even by her own mother. Yes, she had just run away with that strange man at night, because her own husband wasn't good enough for her, and then had decided she wanted her little daughter? Little Bellatrix didn't even know that vampires existed, was scared of blood but already had learned by living basically on her own that no one was to be trusted. Those weird, pale people who she saw watching her regurarly on the bus or at the store, they were not to be trusted. Those people who stood in the line with her - she might fall in love with one of them too late, and run away with them, leaving a girl to suffer...

Someone who had sat on this bench, anyone who sat on this bench, they didn't know. They didn't rest their supposedly tired body on the armrest and know that someone out there lived on blood because of their foolish, unfaithful mother...

Trix curled her perfect hand into a fist in irritation, realizing too late that the arm rest had suffered her wrath and was lying crumbled on her left side. She rolled her eyes. Why did everything have to be so venerable? She looked over at Audri, wondering if she noticed this interruption, but she could tell that Audri was not paying attention to anything now. She looked distant. Trix instinctively took in the scent that Audri was apparently reacting to and automatically tensed, the muscles in her jaw and her face were tight for a second as she felt the unwanted scent of a wolf. It smelled old but new, fresh but dirty, and summed up to be one of those smells that Trix had learned to hate. She absolutely detested it. It overpowered the nice, earthy smell of the park and the warming, tempting smell of the human somewhere in the streets faraway. She tasted it in her throat like it was clawing its way out, the worst thing in the world… she stopped breathing but it didn’t help, it just stayed there in her nose, on her tongue, and inside her throat. Her features grew less tense and she turned her head across the parkette where a small wolf was standing, its silhouette grayish against the blackness.

“You smell that?” She heard Audri say, but she didn’t have the ability to even answer her.

She watched in disgust as the werewolf walked over, its head lowered and eyes sad, as if it was asking them for help! He stopped about a meter away, and made a horrible, pitiful noise, and looked up at them with his sad, human but not human eyes. Trix almost laughed, but then watched in horror as Audri got up and crouched down beside it. She heard Audri’s soft sigh as she held up her hand in its direction.

"And just what can we do for you?" Bellatrix was appalled. We, she had said. We. As if they were both going to help this… this werewolf! It was shocking! Enemy of the immortal! That, at least, was passed down from her mother. Hate werewolves and Trust few; you never know if they might end up liking werewolves.

She watched, unmoving, and the werewolf walked around Audri, as if evaluating her, as Trix evaluated him. She could tell he was young. Which made her, and she had to admit, curious. He was about as old as her when she turned into a vampire, and while she was stuck like that forever, for more than a century, here was this boy werewolf, growing and already had a whole kind hating what he was. Of course, Trix was no different. History of hate between the kinds were passed down and learned, and she had aged knowing that. Knowing that if and when she saw a werewolf, something had to be done. She had to keep the tradition, as bad as that sounded. She had killed before, and she could do it now.

But Audri – this made it all the more hard. How would Audri’s view shift of her? If Audri had now turned out to be a wolf-lover, Trix would turn out to be a wolf-killer? One almost-friend to no friends at all, in one night. Was that a lot to give up just to get rid of one reeking werewolf’s life? She asked herself this as she watched the moonlight catch his fur as he circled around Audri. Werewolf around vampire. Not right at all. He looked like he was trying to tell them something. Well, why didn’t he just turn into the person that he was and tell them? Roxanne Bellatrix Gregorie did not know what to do, so she just sat there, unmoving and unsmiling, as the wolf’s stomach suddenly growled. Trix had never imagined herself in this position. At this point in her one hundred and thirty six years of being immortal, she had no idea what to do.

words, 959
listening to, jazz
tagged, Oliver & Audri
notes, I actually intend to start liking werewolves after this one..

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[* ``Audri;]

Audri took a good minute to bring herself to realization. Back to her world. With that, she drew two conclusions; One, Trix wasn't indifferent to the wolves, as she was. And two, despite the fact wolves were still part human, seeing them on four legs meant they couldn't actually talk. Nor could they answer a ridiculous question.

She watched the wolf before her pad around in a circle, smiling despite her confusion. "My apologies," she mumbled, her smile growing a bit. "I shouldn't have asked something you couldn't answer."

She glanced backward at Trix, then back to the wolf. Almost as if on cue, and a bit delayed, his stomach growled. He crawled a bit closer. With that, she silently ran through her head, wondering just what she'd packed for this trip.

In the back of her mind, however, sat Trix. Trix, and her still unreadable facial expression. One thing that pissed Audri off regularly was her inability to read people all the time. It would be more than helpful right now, to be able to tell if the other vampire was disgusted, angry, interested, anything at all. Instead, Audri was dumbfounded, and almost found herself thinking the girl looked distant from it all.

She stood quickly. "Just a moment," she threw out, quickly crossing back to where she'd dropped her bag on the ground. Quietly, she raided through it, ruining her long time spent organizing. She withdrew a few things, making sure they were exactly what she'd been looking for. Folding them over her arm, she stood up, moving to stand next to Trix. "You alright there love?" She took a few steps toward the canine, knowing that Trix would adjust her volume to fill the distance.

She crouched down once again, holding her arm at an odd angle away from her body. She tipped her head toward it, a black t-shirt and sweatpants dangling just behind her wrist. "You can change into these, if you want. We'll work on food after that." Using her other hand, she gathered them up, extending them toward him. She smiled, hoping it would register with finality that everything would be just fine. No need to worry. At least from her side.

Words : Three Ninety-six.
Listening To : Come Together - Across The Universe soundtrack. [Mmm Beatles. <3]
Notes : Virus be gone! (: Sorry for the delay.

[Olivier Bonnaire]

Oliver shifted uncomfortably as the girl in front of him said something that he couldn't understand. She then darted off a few meters into the darkness, the young werewolf staring after her. From the sound of it, she was rummaging through something, presumably a bag of some sort. What could she be looking for? Olivier blindly hoped it would be food, and he was too tired to even realize that he couldn't smell anything but cotton and denim from that direction. Still, let the dreamer dream.

His eyes then flicked to the woman still sitting on the bench. He could just make out her face in the pale moonlight that had suddenly appeared. It was completely blank. He supposed it couldn't have been her facial expression that sent a shiver down his spine so much as the tense way she was poised. She seemed so stiff, like she had just been turned to stone, and her pale, pale skin just enhanced the statue effect. Olivier whined softly and backed up a step. He hoped he hadn't offended her somehow.

Before he had time to dwell on it, the fist girl was there holding something out to him. Olivier moved forward, sniffed what she offered, prodded it with his nose, and then stepped back again, looking up at her with confusion in his eyes. He couldn't understand what she had said, but her gesture was plain enough. Surely she couldn't have known...

Olivier stood for a moment in disbelief. How in the world could she have known what he was? That was impossible... unless she had dealt with werewolves before. Ah, yes. That must be it. This woman had experience with... his kind. How could that be? Olivier had never had an experience with any other werewolves besides himself and his brother, and they lived in Paris, one of the largest and most popular cities in the world. He supposed that if this woman had dealt with wolves before, they must have been friendly, for if they weren't, well... she wouldn't have come out particularly unscathed. Olivier would have to ask her about it. That is... if he could get the message across.

Olivier didn't question her motives. She could, of course, think she was handing some clothes to a random stray dog, and if that were the case, Olivier would take them, morph, and then run away when these two ladies freaked out. However, he was certain that was certainly not how it was. He didn't hesitate as long as he should have; he was far too tired for that and hunger clawed at his belly like a wild animal struggling to be let loose. He took the clothes in his mouth, turned, and ran off into the trees, aware of their eyes on him as he ran.

Once behind the safety of a few trees, the boy morphed out of his shaggy wolf form and into his shaggy teenage boy form. As he quickly slipped the clothes on (they fit perfectly, and Olivier wasn't sure if that was good or bad), he wondered absently whether or not it was wise to trust these strangers. That thought didn't last very long. It wasn't like he had any choice. He was desperately hungry and dead tired and would do just about anything for a meal and a bed by this point. Besides, these girls surely meant him no harm. They knew what he was. They had given him clothes. The boy was absolutely certain that they planned to help him. And even if they didn't want to help, at least now he had clothes, which would make things so much easier. He wouldn't have to meander around aimlessly as just another stray dog anymore, but would be recognized and respected as a human. Olivier was a fifteen-year-old werewolf. He was fairly certain he could take care of himself in London, whether he was able to speak English or not.

Once he was comfortable with his new wardrobe, he turned and stepped back through the brush, tripping slightly over roots and sticks, for he didn't seem to have his glasses on him. It was darker than he had initially thought. In his wolf form, Olivier had been guided by his sense of smell, but now, in his human form, he could not rely on his weak nose, nor his eyes. Still, by the light of the moon he could just make out the outline of his new best friends. He staggered toward them quickly, clumsily.

Perhaps the boy was going just a bit too quickly, because suddenly, his foot caught something and he found himself falling, falling. It was over before his exhausted brain could even register what had happened. Before he knew it, Olivier was on the ground gasping for air, for the wind had been knocked from his chest and he could not seem to be able to draw breath. It was the only thing he could think of. He wasn't even aware of the two girls in front of him anymore, just of the desperate need to get air in his lungs.

Tagged -- Audri / Bellatrix
Word Count -- 846
Notes -- No worries, Audri. I've waited longer. And of course you're going to like werewolves, Bella! Who wouldn't like Olivier? He's so cute and harmless. :P

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[R. Bellatrix Gregorie]

He didn’t know who they were, he didn’t know their names. And obviously, he did not know that they were vampires. He didn’t know that the vampire who had given him clothes and even assured him he would get food – he certainly had no idea what was going on here, but he caught on fast. Bellatrix continued to stare after him as he ran off to the trees, with Audri’s offering of a t-shirt and pants, and waited for him to return. She could not respond to Audri’s actions. She was too deep in thought. In her years of being a vampire, she had encountered werewolves only a few times, and all those times, it did not end well. She remembered the first time she had smelled that smell, saw that fur and seen the werewolf, she had second thoughts about acting. She actually thought that the smell was kind of… nice? But her mother had gone against werewolves so many times, and expected her daughter to do the same. That was the exact reason why Trix had left. Her mother wanted too much from her, even when she was human, and now expected Trix was going to live like that forever? So Trix had decided, and she had left. Was it because of her mother’s expectations, or because of the wolves? Bellatrix had thought about this, journeying back to London two years ago. She had thought about why she wanted to go back, after living for so long without memories. But she needed them to keep going. She needed to remember why she had left in the first place.


Trix looked up and saw him coming back. She had guessed it: he was young, as old as she seemed to be. She recognized this similarity and flicked it away. That was not going to help. She saw him blearily and clumsily make his way over to them, looking awkward and somewhat out of place. She almost smiled. When he neared them he seemed to have tripped on something, and took a fall onto the hard ground, and Trix kind of waited for a second for him to get up when she remembered. He was like a human and had to … breathe. She instantly jumped to her feet and without knowing why, was beside him in a second. She saw him lying there, gasping for air, and took in his scent. It was just like when she had saw a werewolf the first time -- not dirty, imposing and hated, but something else. Something nice. She did not quite know what she was doing, but she decided that she was. She slightly leaned down over him and testily held out her hand, her long pale fingers reaching for his. After all, there was no werewolf-hating mother to watch over her now.

words minus coding, 472
music, Don't hold me back, julia j
notes, not really, but sorry it is short.

[Olivier Bonnaire]

After just a moment of squirming on the ground, Olivier finally caught his breath and was able to breath normally once more. What a relief. Olivier couldn't remember the last time he had had the wind knocked out of him, but he sure didn't remember it being so unpleasant. It was rather annoying, actually. Once he was able to breathe again, he shakily got to his knees and was almost startled when he saw a pale white hand held out in front of him. He flushed. How embarassing, tripping like that in front of these two. Olivier took the hand, but then recoiled away when he felt how cold it was. Even through fatigue and ravenous hunger, his brain still registered that this type of cold was not normal. In the winter, Adrian would take long walks through the streets of Paris, claiming the frosty air was pleasant, and he would go without a coat or gloves. When he returned his hands would be numb and he sometimes had to run them under hot water to get the feeling back. This was nothing like that. This was an icy cold. Deathly cold. He looked up at the face that he could barely see, and found that it was not the girl that had given him the clothes, but her friend, the one on the bench. "M-merci, madmoiselle." he said uncertainly, taking a hold of the dead hand and getting to his feet. The face looking down on him made him forget the unnatural cold.

Once standing, he brushed himself off and rubbed his arm where he had fallen on it. It wasn't badly injured -- Oliver was more durable than that -- but that didn't stop it from throbbing. It would probably bruise. He then looked up at the woman that had offered her hand. Her gesture suggested friendliness, but her eyes said something totally different. They were flat and blank. She was not smiling. Olivier felt flustered under her gaze. He looked away. "Je m'appelle..." he started to tell them his name, but he then remembered he was in England. It was always possible that one of these girls knew french, but it was also very possible that they didn't. Perhaps he could just attempt English...? "Um... Olivier. Mon, um... name? Mon nom - er, name, est Olivier." he stuttered uncertainly, gesturing to himself, a heavy accent on his words. Okay, English had been a bad plan. He had probably just made a big fool of himself. Again. He blushed and looked down out of embarrassment. Again. What a fiasco. He had thought that this would be easier as a human, but now he wished he were still a wolf. How frustrating.

Olivier had never been good with people. He was rather shy and didn't demand attention. The boy was usually in the background somewhere, just keeping to himself. Not that he wasn't friendly when people did talk to him, but that wasn't very often. Not that he really cared. He actually enjoyed being left alone to his own devices. There was so much time for other things when you weren't worried about your friends all the time. Plus, he lived in Paris. It's not like he ever got bored with the place. There was always something to do.

But this wasn't Paris. This was London, a completely unfamiliar territory. So, it would seem that he really had no choice in interacting, for he desperately needed help at that moment, and he had finally gotten someone's attention. Somehow, this didn't make it any easier. He put his hand, which was still holding his arm, to his side and looked up at the girl, not quite knowing what to say. Luckily, he didn't have to say anything, for at that moment his stomach growled furiously, and he was overtaken by the pangs of hunger. He frowned and patted his stomach, then looked back up with sad eyes, pleading. How pathetic. He really did hate to do this,but he was so terribly hungry...

Tagged -- Audri / Bellatrix
Word Count -- 670
Notes -- WHAT?! You don't think he's CUTE?! Blasphemy. I object. He's the cutest ever. Period. No. Shut up. Don't say anything. You know it's true. :P

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