And Around we go [come on in, Seth!]

[lyxie]

Attire

The rushing air and long branches tickled against her fur as she raced through the thick bushes and trees. Shallow breaths huffed past her black lips, and muscles continuously contracted and released as her legs darted out in every direction possible. Dainty paws slammed themselves against the ground, leaving shallow imprints in the dampened mud. A long tongue rolled out from her lazily dropped jaw and hung barely over her bottom fangs. A sweet scent gusted through her nose and almost immediately excited her taste buds. Saliva sprayed from the tip of her tongue as her speed kept it's fast pace while she turned sharply to run in a new direction. She could hear the soft rustling from a bush as the little critter raced from it's discovered hiding spot. From this moment on, it was game on: tag, and she was it.

Paws lifted and dropped only to lift and drop again as she tried to get a hold of him. It was surprising that she didn't get whiplash from how quick her head jolted in many directions as her eyes were fixed on his fluffy tail. Furry ears barely picked up his fluttering heart beat over the pounding sound of her own while they raced around the thick trunks of trees. Instinctively, a burst of adrenaline shot through every vein in her body. The constant suspense and mystery of a chase was such an exciting part of the hunt. A wrong step from one of them could result in a lost meal or a lost life, which was a price too high for either creature to pay. It was fair game in the beginning, but as her endurance began to outweighed the rabbit's tight corners and speed, even more adrenaline rush up her spine as she pounding her paws down harder with each attempt to catch him. This was the part where her energy would reach it's peak, when she hadn't yet caught the beast, but was undoubtedly sure that she would. Catching her prey in a tight, rocky corner, that single split-second right before she lifted her body up for the last time and dropped all of her weight down was definitely the best part of the hunt.

A soft yelp cried from her lips as her paws missed yet again and smacked hard against the rocks below. Scuttling feet raced away from her, but only her head move to watch as the tiny creature slowly became smaller and smaller in the distance. Panting, she slowly turned and walked the opposite way as she wandered toward the outskirts of the forest. It wasn't a terrible loss for the lone wolf; raw rabbit was rarely on her menu, anyways. She couldn't resist the temptation of a hunt though, even though she would usually set her prey free and unharmed after she caught them. Not exactly a wolf-like thing to do, but then again, she did make a better human than she did a wolf.

Dirt splattered across the area as she violently ran her fingers all throughout her tangled hair. Reaching out as she caught the sound of tires against the street, she quickly grabbed her shirt and threw it on right before the bright headlights exposed her from the darkness she was completely hidden in before. With a wide smile, she waved an eager hello at them only to be greeted back with a pair of fearful, wide eyes. Picking up her purse, she shrugged as she began to walk down the street. "I thought that people in London were supposed to be very welcoming." Well, apparently not.

"Oh, a carnival!" If her tail was out still, it'd be wagging around like crazy. Not only did a carnival mean that there were tons of fun rides to twist, turn, and throw her body around in unusual ways, but wherever there was a carnival in town, there was the best food in the entire world. A whiff of deep fried yummy goodness intoxicated her nose and caused her to almost go lightheaded with delicious pleasure. After running around as a wolf for the majority of the night, her stomach was most definitely in need some major amounts of foods. Now, the only question that remained was where she was going to begin.

She was quite possibly the most excited person in the line, even more giddy than the children who her half her size. In fact, if it wasn't for her height and the somewhat offensive gesture on her shirt, she could've very easily been mistaken for some rather large kid. It has definitely been a minute or two since Lyxie found enough time to go to one of these things. Life as a full-time working werewolf definitely meant that other than working and howling during full moons, there was very little time to kick back and be a normal, starving human. She was lucky that she was able to get a week off and escape the country, although with the way that she requested time off, her boss really couldn't say no. That was the great thing about calling her boss when she got on the airplane to head to London, he couldn't exactly force her to make a U-turn and come back to New York.

Sweet lips, buried completely in white, smacked against each other before she bit into another piece of yummy dough. She was extremely fortunate to have stumbled across such a magnificent event during her short stay here. The best food in the world can only be found when a traveling carnival came to town. From funnel cakes and kettle corn to cotton candy and the largest sausages she has ever seen, there was nothing like some good 'ol artery-clogging food to make her moan out a not-so-subtle, "Mmmm.." Biting down on the last piece, her tongue slicked across her lips to pick up all of the extra powder sugar she had left behind. Slightly widened eyes looked around as she decided where her next destination would be. There were a few bets she had already made with herself about the Tilt-a-Whirl ride and whether or not her stomach would be able to handle it. There was also the sweet scent of delicious corn that came from a booth not too far away.

She paused in the middle of the pathway, not able to come to a decision so quickly.

Oh, the difficult choices that one has to make in life.

[loujjx]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=000000] Her vivid blare was cut short as Seth slipped a hand across her lips. Her heated breathe pressed moistly against it, but benumbed once meeting his pale frigid hand. His lips coressed her cheek for only a moment, before impending toward her ear. "Shhh," his husky voice was soothing and dulcet. His thumb was softly brushing her cheek as he held her face strictly and unmovedly. The glare in his eyes were of a murders, but his intensions were only out of hunger. "I won't kill you," his whisper was faint, and almost muted by her thick battered heartbeat, but she heard him well. His left hand had grasped her waiste, pulling her long slender body against him. The female had held herself still, only scared of what he would do to her. Without much force, Seth had tilted her head, bringing his lips to the bridge of her collor bone. One kiss, another followed- working his way up to the very right center of her neck. His tounge had coressed the points of his teeth as the lightest hiss had escaped his maw. The sweet nectorious smell of blood had filled his senses. Her rapid heart pulsing every inch of it through her body. And oh, how he craved the lasting taste that made his heart melt. His fangs were set into place as a small yet faint squirm escaped her. She was frozen still, as her nails nearly dug into Seth's porcalain skin. The warmth of his night drink had fastened itself upon his lips, slowly skirting down his throat. He had kept his promise- and trully had no intention of killing the girl. Her face was screwed into a delicate peturbed expression. As Seth unsunk his fangs, he slowly pulled away. Both his hands unscrewed from their places, as he drew them to his side. His sharp eyes had dawned over her daint features. She stood still, watching him with such an impact that it almost burned his unbeating heart. She had held her breathe for only a moment, before letting out a ghastly sigh. "I am sorry," His words were slurred as he dusted himself off- fixing his shirt into place. "Vampire," She hissed with horror. A narrow smirk grasped his lips, as his eyes fluttered in her direction once more. "I am aware of that," He mused. "Why didn't you kill me," Her voice was compulsed with short intakes of breathes. "Why would I kill you if I can only barrow you. You're not my only option, please, don't flatter yourself," Seth grinned for a moment, his voice filled with mockery. Making a slight popping sound with his tounge, before winking in her direction. "Fair night," making a final closure of their encounter- Seth quietly walked away. He only began to imagine the expression she carried, he had seen it countless of times before. It was old news to him, and Seth never bothered to deal with their questions after he was finished. Most of the time, his meal was unconsious- and he usually left them somewhere near a church. Those area's seemed to hold less crime- and if they were lucky, a nun would find them. Nuns. Seth was never to fond of them- their old smell that was battered and reaked with churchly dues. He was never one to accept the church. And had gotten the stick to his hand everytime he refused to participate with the other children. A higher power? God? Religion? Fuck it all. Seth didn't know what was in the mind of others- but all he knew was that he was living for survival. Ironically enough, since he was already dead. Souls? Hah. Seth didn't carry a soul- for if he did, he wouldn't be darned to walk the night for a length of eternity. None the less, that was only partial to his beliefs. Seth didn't base his fate on anything, he just lived- for all he knew, there could be a hell. And he would be damned right to it if he met the rays of the sun. Drawing a lighter from his right pocket, the flame shone with such veneration, it set Seth's heart on fire. His eyes gazed into the light as he ran a finger across the flame in quick movement. The feeling stung his iced finger- but it caused the flame to a hushed solitude. The same movements were repeated as he tried to rationalize what to do next. The night was still young- and Seth had all the time in the world, well- for now. Heading down a couple of blocks- bars, clubs, everything of the ordinary passed him buy. Yet, Seth wasn't in the mood for the normal values. The carnival that was spread across a large vascent parking lot was what cought his eye. The laughter, the screams, the thrill. Food. Lips pouting into a necturous smirk, he made his way toward the fufilled destination. The night had passed with dull revinue, slowly creeking by- but the movement around Seth was eery. His senses were profound against the hype of his suroundings. Yet one man had cought his full and extreme attention. He was a vampire- one that was bound with tattoo's. His body was bulky and big, he was nasty. His eyes were dimmed with mischief- his snarls from one female to another. No respect. A murderer. Creasing his brows, Seth kept an eye on the man, his body stiffening. Oh, how he would love to cause his physical pain. To be able to watch the squalid idiot cringe with such a suffering sensation- it would have brought satisfaction to Seth's heart. His legs had taken action, taking swift movements toward the beast. He knew how to set such an animal off- since their small mental copacity didn't dare to take much. With a quick approachment, and swift yet fiercly hard shove once both shoulders met. The animal was sent twisting amoungst the waiste. Once he had gained full conciousness of what had happened, and whom had dared run into him- none the less, putting him at a lower strength level, his rage was embarked. "Mother fucker," the vile langued was what first greeted Seth, as his lips slowly pulled into a enlightened smirk. "Pardon me," was the simple response, "I hadn't seen you there." The painted vampire was plagued by the encounter, especially by a Vampire much smaller then he. His vains pulsed, looking almost bashfully purple. Seth's smirk was mocking, "Ah, but such a bull-like fellow, as yourself, I don't understand how I could have missed you. Maybe it was your small measure of intellagince that caused me to faintly catch glimpse of you." A rapid and vulgar his escaped the vampire, his eyes flared with such an intense hatred. "Fuckin'..." His words were snatched off as he flew a fist in Seth's direction. Sadly, there were humans around- which meant that the two of them had to play as human as possible. They had to throw punchs- which meant no biting, no tearing, no gruesome outcomes. Fuck it. Seth ducked, trying to avoid the massive fist as he flew straight into the vampire's waiste, knocking him over. His punches flew with messive beating vibrations- the skin beneath his fist was hard, but the cracking feeling was intense. It was only a matter of time before the brute's friends had thrown him off. His body had flown into a women, she too was filled with tattoos. Her bangs were shorter then her brows, and her hair rested at shoulder length- from what it seemed. The words "I'm sorry," were barely able to escape his lips before he felt a pair of arms hauling him to his feet. He was held against his will as the brute threw callous punches against his ribs. The air was knocking out of Seth, but hadn't needed any air to survive. With as much force as possible, he was able to force the two arms off of him. His body twisting into a pounce as he lunged himself once more. His body was caught mid air, this time- both friends had grabbed ahold of him. They had been dragging him away from the crowd. Into the darkest corners of the woodened area. They were planning at tearing him apart. This was war. A malacious hiss escaped his maw- vicious, as he spit at the brute whom followed them, ready to break Seth down. "Bastard," Seth hissed. "Fuckin' nasty ass dog. Fight me like a real fuckin' creature. Can't do it alone? KILL ME WITH FUCKIN' SHAME ON YOUR HANDS." A growl escaped him. Coward. Coward. COWARD. Word Count:

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Comments:[/b] She's the one that he accidently falls into when they throw him off the bigger vampire. I didn't want you to get confused with that part xD.
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