Post by watchfulcub13 on Oct 13, 2009 10:49:58 GMT -5
The night in London was beautiful. There was just enough chill in the air to warrant humans wearing jackets, but to Fumi Nakamura, a young(ish) vampire, it was perfect. She did not don a coat as so many of the humans did; she was already cold, so adding a little chill to her skin had no effect. Besides, she was too busy thinking to really notice the weather.
This night held very special significance for Fumi. It was the anniversary of the night, almost a hundred years ago, when she first met the man who had made her who she was: her beloved Adrian. She still thought of him most every day, even though he had left her alone for nearly a century. One day, they had been happy, and she had fallen asleep in his arms, and that night, when she awoke, he was gone. No note, no farewell; he just wasn't there anymore. So now, every year on this night, she went walking through the streets of London, visiting all of the places she had gone to with her sire, hoping to find him again. Not that it seemed likely; after neither seeing or hearing from someone in a hundred years, it was probably a sure thing that he wasn't coming back.
Fumi stopped, mid-step, to look down at her clothes. She'd had this outfit for a century; it was the same thing she had worn when she met Adrian for the first time. The corset under her red silk shirt was black, and pulled tighter than a human would have been able to handle. She wore a skirt of jet-black cotton, which had nearly reached her feet in the earliest part of the twentieth century, but which she had shortened to just above her knees, keeping in the fashion with every passing era, until she finally didn't feel the need to cut it anymore. That had happened in the 1980s, when skirts were so short on some woment that they barely covered anything at all. On her diminuative feet were black boots with six inch stiletto heels; not the best for walking in, but they did make her five feet, four inches appear nearly six feet tall. She hated being short.
As she walked, Fumi thought of the ways that London had changed, both to her and to the world, in the decades since Adrian's departure. It seemed so much bigger now, and yet even with the incorporation of the electric light, it seemed darker to her. Not that she minded; a city in the dark was a vampire's best friend. She could hunt with minimal interruptions, and she never had to feel as though she herself was being hunted. It was a very good feeling, to know that there were still places in the world where her kind could hunt without fear of being caught and destroyed by the humans. But the days of murder and torture and rape afforded that.
Fumi sat on the edge of the sidewalk, outside of the dance hall where she had first lain eyes on her beloved. It was a dance club now, with the pounding music and flashing lights that humans who loved to pretend that they were creatures of the night tended to flock to. She hated them, the vampire wannabes. They thought they knew what it meant to live in the dark, but they had no earthly idea. It was so much sweeter, and so much more intimidating than they could ever dream. In fact, in the days of her loneliness and figurative heartache, the taste of blood was the most exciting and delicious thing she could get.
She lit a cigarette and took a long draw off of it. For some reason, Fumi loved the taste of cigarettes, and fortunately for her, she wasn't going to die of cancer from smoking. She always laughed when people mentioned to her that smoking could kill her. It invariably made her want to reply that she was already dead. Naturally, that wasn't a safe thing for her to do, considering that most humans were afraid of her kind, and they would try to take matters into their own hands and either attempt to kill her or beg her to change them, and she didn't want to do either one. She looked for lovers to drain, but she chose them for herself, and would never change someone who begged her for it. Maybe if she got lonely enough, she would change a human at some point, but for right now, she had her dreams of her sire and her many human lovers to kep her company. Not to mention the many friends of her species that she kept in contact with. Actually, she was hoping that one of them might turn up tonight. She could use a companion.
Count: 803
Tag: EVE, ERICA
Listened to: Nothing; too distracted to find music.
This night held very special significance for Fumi. It was the anniversary of the night, almost a hundred years ago, when she first met the man who had made her who she was: her beloved Adrian. She still thought of him most every day, even though he had left her alone for nearly a century. One day, they had been happy, and she had fallen asleep in his arms, and that night, when she awoke, he was gone. No note, no farewell; he just wasn't there anymore. So now, every year on this night, she went walking through the streets of London, visiting all of the places she had gone to with her sire, hoping to find him again. Not that it seemed likely; after neither seeing or hearing from someone in a hundred years, it was probably a sure thing that he wasn't coming back.
Fumi stopped, mid-step, to look down at her clothes. She'd had this outfit for a century; it was the same thing she had worn when she met Adrian for the first time. The corset under her red silk shirt was black, and pulled tighter than a human would have been able to handle. She wore a skirt of jet-black cotton, which had nearly reached her feet in the earliest part of the twentieth century, but which she had shortened to just above her knees, keeping in the fashion with every passing era, until she finally didn't feel the need to cut it anymore. That had happened in the 1980s, when skirts were so short on some woment that they barely covered anything at all. On her diminuative feet were black boots with six inch stiletto heels; not the best for walking in, but they did make her five feet, four inches appear nearly six feet tall. She hated being short.
As she walked, Fumi thought of the ways that London had changed, both to her and to the world, in the decades since Adrian's departure. It seemed so much bigger now, and yet even with the incorporation of the electric light, it seemed darker to her. Not that she minded; a city in the dark was a vampire's best friend. She could hunt with minimal interruptions, and she never had to feel as though she herself was being hunted. It was a very good feeling, to know that there were still places in the world where her kind could hunt without fear of being caught and destroyed by the humans. But the days of murder and torture and rape afforded that.
Fumi sat on the edge of the sidewalk, outside of the dance hall where she had first lain eyes on her beloved. It was a dance club now, with the pounding music and flashing lights that humans who loved to pretend that they were creatures of the night tended to flock to. She hated them, the vampire wannabes. They thought they knew what it meant to live in the dark, but they had no earthly idea. It was so much sweeter, and so much more intimidating than they could ever dream. In fact, in the days of her loneliness and figurative heartache, the taste of blood was the most exciting and delicious thing she could get.
She lit a cigarette and took a long draw off of it. For some reason, Fumi loved the taste of cigarettes, and fortunately for her, she wasn't going to die of cancer from smoking. She always laughed when people mentioned to her that smoking could kill her. It invariably made her want to reply that she was already dead. Naturally, that wasn't a safe thing for her to do, considering that most humans were afraid of her kind, and they would try to take matters into their own hands and either attempt to kill her or beg her to change them, and she didn't want to do either one. She looked for lovers to drain, but she chose them for herself, and would never change someone who begged her for it. Maybe if she got lonely enough, she would change a human at some point, but for right now, she had her dreams of her sire and her many human lovers to kep her company. Not to mention the many friends of her species that she kept in contact with. Actually, she was hoping that one of them might turn up tonight. She could use a companion.
Count: 803
Tag: EVE, ERICA
Listened to: Nothing; too distracted to find music.