A Break from the Routine [Faren Only]

[evelyn]

The psychologists would say they are afraid of themselves, somehow.
Perhaps awakening too much desire that their men could never satisfy?
So they keep themselves laced and buttoned and made up
in hopes that the framework will keep them stiff enough not to feel the whole register.
In hopes that they will not have to experience that unquenchable desire for rhythm and contact.


X . X . X
the trap

They shielded their bodies with assorted fabrics and hid behind walls made of stones and bricks. Somehow, and only a supreme being would know how, they believed that they were too good for the world they inhabited; they were too clean for the dirt that they walked on. This is why they are the ones that are hunted, seen as nothing but the obvious weakling in the herd. The entire species was worthless, much deserving of their deaths. They had no other purpose to be here other than to sacrifice their valueless lives to her.

She sat perfectly still, appearing just as lifeless as she truly was. The only moving organ was those pale blue eyes as they danced across the farther away crowd. Assuming that her attention was fully focused on the performance, no one would dare think that she was here for any other reason but to enjoy the show just as they did. But she had very little interest in the dancers themselves and could barely see them as she glanced toward the crowd tightly circled around them. Staying put at the bench quite some distance away, her motives weren't to merely observe the humans around her either, and she wasn't just some woman enjoying the nice, cool air of the night.

Evelyn was simply hungry, and she was on a hunt.

But as she scanned over the menu with her mouth not even slightly salivated, she quickly noticed how none of the humans before her were appetizing. This could've been because she had already fed once, but more than likely it wasn't the food itself that was repulsive; it was the destroyed, ugly packaging that the food was stuffed it. Judging blood by it's owner was something that should never be done, for even the ugliest people could have the best tasting blood. However, she couldn't help but conclude that all of these humans were far too filthy for her blessed, poisonous kiss.

Their eyes couldn't make up their minds about the show in front of them. The enchanting emerald green and purple waves of silk seemed to flow so gracefully below the exposed, naked abdomens that contradicted the silk with their spastic yet rhythmic movements. Was the show in front of them beautifully artistic, or were the nearly bare bodies repulsive? The movements, almost snake-like, deemed to be too much for the humans, who have disconnected themselves so far away from nature that they have no idea how to be anything close to natural anymore. Surrounding human females buttoned and zipped their winter coats, the air around them suddenly feeling a bit more chilly. Men stood stiff, discomforted by their confusion, because they can't help but enjoy the show in ways that were too intimate for their liking.

Despite what their tensed bodies showed, their eyes gave it all away. They wanted this, were fascinated by their movements. This was their desire, to move so freely like the beautiful women before them. Their instinct would, for a moment, return to more natural ways of thinking. Bodies knew what they wanted, but the mind, far too brainwashed, wouldn't accept any of that behavior. There was no hope for any of them. After so long without these bold movements, without the needed connection to the nature around them, they wouldn't be able to handle being free. It would be chaotic, to unleash so many caged animals into the wild. None of them would have any idea what to do, their instincts dissolved away into their designer handbags and electronic devices.

And she knew all of this very well after the many times she had tested their limits and survival instincts in the raw, hungry wild. A lounger in the grass gasped as her legs uncrossed and she finally stood, disproving his thoughts of a statue being displayed on the bench. What a bore this place always was. The humans were pathetic like usual, the kids were ever so delightful like usual, though observance only (never through smell or touch), and the weather was normal for this time of year ... like usual. There was nothing new, just the same issues between her and her livestock now as they were over a century ago, except her food was beginning to spoil at a much quicker rate. Curse their hormone a pesticide filled foods. Either they had to quit destroying themselves, or Evelyn was going to have to resort to hunting animals or her own kind for food. It's not as though any vampire existing now was truly a vampire, anyways. It'd be like eating a dead human that would at least give her a challenging fight.

Black heels clacked against the chilled pavement beneath them. As her hips rocked almost too gracefully from side to side, her dark dress swayed back and forth, catching nearly every pair of eyes she walked by. There weren't any well known names decorating her skin tonight, but the price of this fabric was nowhere near anything cheap, and they all knew it. Like always, her attire had only one purpose: to lure her prey into a lustful, deadly trap. Showing just enough skin to excite, she would never give away so much to spoil their little imaginations. Heads turned, eyes gazed, and few ill-mannered mouths dropped or whistled, but her attention didn't stray from directly in front of her. The whistles entered her ears like an annoying cow's moo. Such silly, filthy cows they were, to ever think that they had a romantic chance with a vampire.

And just like cows, they were so oblivious to their futures. Soon, and not soon enough, they would all eventually be taken to the slaughter house.