A's transformation thread (Open)

[alecto]

Transformation Thread {Human-Vampire}

The Sun rose like wildfire and made Alecto's room brighter than ever, making her automatically wake up and squint up at the lighted-up ceiling. It was April the Fifth. April the Fifth. Alecto ran the three words in her mind, trying to remember why they were imprinted there...Oh, Shit.


She sprang out of bed and checked the clock. Oh, Damn. It was Six fifty-three. She suppressed a yelp and ran ransacking the house for her clothes that she had especially planned out...where had she put them? She ran to the bathroom and started frantically styling her hair and brushing her teeth. She pulled on the skirt, top, and threw her papers into her bag.

April the Fifth, how could she have forgotten to set her alarm...April the Fifth was when her company was going to open a new location, she was going to make a speech and had to be there extra early...she was halfway out the door with a piece of toast in her free hannd when she realized she'd forgotten her keys- "Jeff, they're on the kitchen table, go fast and get them, oh, please!" Her butler made his way with surprising speed to the kitchen and came back with her keys. She thanked him and ran frantically across the front lawn to the taxi driver, who was clicking his tongue unpatiently.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry!" She told him, as he slid into his seat at the front. "Thanks for opening the door!" She remarked, and swore loudly; it was 7:02. She jumped into the seat as the taxi started to move. She almost sighed ~ the drive only took about fifteen or twenty minutes, and--Twenty Minutes?!

It was 7:08 when they reached an unpleasant traffic jam. The taxi driver leaned back and chewed his gum. She snapped inpatiently. "I need to be there NOW!" She shrieked, making him straighten up. "Can't you just, like, run over these people or something?" She fumed. The driver looked like he was supressing a snort with great difficulty. She let out a sound of anger and threw the taxi door open, running on to the street.

It was only a block or two, what did it matter? She ran as fast as she could in her huge heels (and that was pretty slow), and then stopped when she felt blisters forming. She leaned over and heaved huge breaths. She would give anything to never be tired again.

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Alecto stumbled out of her office at almost 1 in the morning, when the streets were dark and murky from the rain during yesterday. She clutched her bag for dear life even thought there was next to nothing in it: she had brought everything to the showing room, then later to the meeting. She flipped open her phone and started dialing to the cab company when she remembered something ~ she had forgotten her sweater inside and she was freezing. She trudged back to the glass doors of the building and tried pulling them open, but they wouldn't budge.

Of course! they were locked and she had left the keys inside. She let out a noise of distaste and turned around, then paced up and down the pavement. How was she ever going to get inside? She was so, so tired, she needed to sleep! She flipped open her phone again, calling the cab company. "Hello," A tired voice answered the call. "Hi, I need a cab to 175th on Morris?" She answered, impatiently. "I'm sorry, you'll have to wait a while," The tired voice said, monotony. "All of our cabs are out."

"OUT?" Alecto screamed into the phone. "All the effing cabs are OUT, you tell me? At effing 1 in the morning?" The tired voice seemed to get more distinct after her freak-out.
"I'm sorry, miss," It told her. "But you'll have to wait."

She hung up and decided to walk. It wasn't far, really, just about twenty minutes driving was... an hour maybe?! Really, if she walked fast, she decided, she could get their sooner. It was just about 15 blocks. 10 blocks, maybe. She could scale that in a few minutes! Who needed cabs? She adjusted her bag and started to walk up the dimly lit, puddle filled street. It was really dark and empty, and she wasn't surprised. Only hard-working, company-owning, freaking out at cab-company sort of people would be out right now.

What other sort of human would be out so late?

[within7temptation]

No moonlight. The light that came from the street lamps was so murky... Clouds had filled the sky during the day and the smell of a fresh rain was so strong in her nose. She didn't feel the chill in the air, even with the windows rolled down. The car was crystaline black, a new Dodge Viper with windows tinted so dark that not even a vampire could see into the car. But, thankfully, seeing out was no problem; Even with her polarized sun glasses with the blue tinted lenses, she could still see out. Tonight her brilliant copper curls were braided into one simple plait and hung over her right shoulder. Her extravigant make-up was black on her eye-lids, and then it faded into a lovely blue-gray as it ended on her high-boned cheeks and extended to her temples like wings. In fact, today she was wearing all blues and grays with just a hint of black here and there. Black ribbon to tie off her hair, black stilletoes, black fingerless gloves of the softest, most supple doe's skin. Her blouse was dove gray with a dark blue-grau corset put over it for accentation. Silver ivy decorated the corset. Her purple tattoo remained covered, wich was a trully very rare action for Duskarie to do. Gods, she loved showing off her tattoo. Just not tonight...
She looked so conservative tonight. Or, well, at least as conservative as she ever got. Hells, even in her years as a mortal she was considered "Open." Low-cut dresses that revealed a little too much for the 1300's. Dusk looked down for a moment and ran her hand over the satin skirt that covered her legs. It was a flowy, pesant-looking thing of a deep gray, almost black because it was such a dark charcoal color.
Then, it hit her. Human. Ah, yes... There, just up ahead of her, was the human. "Lovely." she murmered and pulled over. "Miss? Do you need help?" she asked, leaning over the passenger seat to speak out of the window. Lifting her glasses, she smiled. She could almost feel her eyes chinging from their steely blue-gray, into a hard and very cold-looking silver. Her rosy lips parted to reveal pearly teeth.

[alecto]

Not bothering to look both ways on crossing the dark, wet streets, Alecto tip-toed across cold puddles. Who would run her over at this time? No one was out in the chilly, rainy neighborhood tonight. This was why Alecto’s haze of tiredness, freeze, and half-closed eyes was interrupted when she heard the sound of tires crunching against gravel on the street beside her.

The source & reason for Alecto’s awakening was a dark, shiny, expensive car with the windows rolled down. The driver was a red-haired woman whose eyes were covered with blue sunglasses though this night was as black as pitch. Alecto promptly stopped and turned to the car just as the woman slid off the glasses to reveal silver-grey eyes. Her appearance was strange, but when she spoke it sounded like choir songs, raindrops, fairy tales and bird songs all in one.

“Miss?” She said. “Do you need any help?” Her lips parted and she smiled with perfectly straight, snow-white teeth that Alecto wished she had. For a second or ten minutes, she wasn’t sure, Alecto thought about home: Sleep, a long hot and foamy bath…sleep. She smiled but felt the woman’s silver eyes on her. Alecto opened her eyes, and cold came upon once more. But, thanks to her awakening, she now realized the weirdness of this situation. She wanted to go home, but why with an unknown woman who of all things to do, stopped and offered to help a staggering Alecto? Even at one in the morning, Alecto chose the safer option. She was brought up that way.

“Thanks, but no,” Alecto muttered firmly, and walked (more quickly this time) away from the car.
Her house wasn’t that far away, after all.