If we all wept together,, (OPEN)

[Rose Decumbry]

Rules. Rules. Rules. Was there really a point to them at all? Surely, there had to be. She just couldn’t find a good enough reason, to follow them exactly. Some people followed them…and some didn’t. Rose, you could say, was a borderline species. But you could say she was more lenient to the breaker side. She did many things, which women should never do under any circumstances, and she laughed at them when she looked back, at her one hundred and twenty one years on the earth. But how a person acted in private didn’t reflect who that person actually was, did it? Rose didn’t think so. So then, what was she exactly doing? Sitting here, outside at a very suave café sipping tea on china?

She was critiquing how people acted in public . You could tell a lot, just by how someone handled themselves, how their eyes moved and darted. It was interesting, to just sit there with patience, and watch. The one man, who kept looking around nervously, Rose could tell something was up with him. Just the way he acted. She could even detect the faintest hint of sweat on the nape of his neck. She settled her ice blue eyes on him, waiting and watching. Like a lion stalking its prey. What would this man do? Would he pull a gun out and just start shooting? Now that would be highly amusing to see. A little, of a petite complex teenager looking girl, take down a man twice her size. But then, that man and others around her didn’t know exactly what she was.

A small and delighted smile lit up her plump, naturally pouting lips. A quick and sly movement caught her eye, since it was near the man she was watching. A woman, whisking up to him. The embrace they shared was brief and quick. So that was why he was nervous, because of a woman. Rose’s smile widened, as the clean cut cup touched her lips, tilting the tea to flood down her throat. She was s prim, and proper, like a doll hand carved from plain wood. But all the best and most beautiful dolls came from such ugly wood. Her light blond hair caught in the wind, another storm coming. How delightful, it really was. The rain, all of her years in London, the rain was something one could not simply get over. At least...in her mind.

Again, she was left with no one to watch. Though, this was the good side of town, not many bad people hung around here. Sooner or later, if she bored easily, she would take the trip back to Canterbury, and nestle in her bed there. Nestling somewhat into the back of her iron chair, she let her eyelids flutter close. Oh, how could Rose ever leave her home for more than a few months at a time? She had seen this place grow up, like her own child. And to bare a part with it, would be unbearable.

Everyone she held dearly to her was in London, her family’s name resided in London. To do so, would be a bold move, a move she was not willing to ever make. At the mention of her family’s name, her eyes opened slowly, her eyelashes brushing against her cheekbones before rising to the tip of her eyebrow crease.
Family. Something she would never let herself feel, or experience. Who knew how badly, she’d screw up something like that. Such a commitment, such a choice she didn’t know if she could choose. But she didn’t have to worry about anything like that. Her life, she’d turned around. Her skin glowed now, meat and human making her look more alive then she’d been recently. Her modeling career wasn’t as good as it had been before, but then again she didn’t even need a job with what she had now. But her life was life.

The moon shone brightly in the night sky, not really showing its face, for the clouds whipping and rolling slowly through the night sky. Staring at the moon for some time, she finally decided that she might as well, get going. Leaving a tip, finishing off her tea, she stood, her four foot nine complex, hiding beneath the bodies of the busily rushing night crowd. Home, sweet, home, she thought, oh how I’ll see you soon, tonight. She moved elegantly, through the crowd, not touching or being touched. This was how she moved, dancing on the breath of many people. This was how most of her time was spent, because her friends and family were out of her reach. She smelled the smells of vampires, werewolves, and humans mixing into her senses. The erotic feeling rose through her empty frame, vibrating it slowly. Oh, the lonesome feeling of social nights, how it made her feel so alive.

Attire

[swayze]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=00746C] The air was murky and stale. But even then Swayze felt refreshed as she took in deep breaths. She had lived on this air for many years and being back in it felt like the beginning of many more. Her life had taken her to many places in her four hundred and sixty nine years of existence but London was always home. Swayze was originally born, for her human life time, in London back in the 1500’s. She had been raised by a family that dedicated its life to Queen Elizabeth the first. Swayze herself had been the Queen’s lady in waiting. The Queen had taken an interest in Swayze when they were young while Elizabeth was having issues with her family. When she became Queen she took Swayze under her wing. Swayze was educated by the best tutors and trained in etiquette, fencing, cooking, and self defense. It only took one night alone for Swayze to be taken advantage of and turned into a Vampire. Her maker, Ben, had only turned her to keep himself company. He left her to fend for herself only five years after turning her. Swayze had been taught the pros and cons of being a vampire and that was all that mattered to Ben. But to Swayze there was much more. She had had to leave her family, ignore all those who knew her. For years she felt alone and empty. There was nothing to enjoy in her life in London at that time. Her past was miles away and she could not go back. And so she moved to Germany. then to Switzerland. Eygpt. The colonies. None of these places felt like home. It was a dull uneventful existence. But now Swayze was home, she could enjoy life without thinking of those she knew. Her past was a distant memory, one she could hardly recall. Sadly, this had been a personal choice, she had pushed her human self out. To bring herself back to the present, Swayze had updated her life. She went with the flow of fashion, electronics, and culture. As she sat on the cold metal bench she watched all those around her. They did not understand change, life, or even why they were walking this street. Swayze could sense the rush, the excitement of the night, and the depression? Swayze scanned the crowd to find the one person who was depressed. They were easy pickings, and even though her thirst was not pushing its evil head into her throat she did not want to miss the opportunity. Especially not if it was some one that no one would miss. Swayze spotted the young woman, small, petite and blond. As she slowly rose to follow the young woman different senses overpowered the thirsts. This one did not smell human, she did not make Swayze’s mouth water from her prospective of food. As they kept walking through the crowds Swayze got closer and the other people started to fade into lower numbers. It screamed at her. Swayze’s heels clicked to a stop as she watched the back of the little girl walking in front of her. Her breath was slowed, her heart beat slower, and her eyes did not blink. It had been years since Swayze ran into a vampire in London. Had they become more prevalent here, how many where there…how had she not seen this coming? She felt exposed and trapped. She could since this vampire was younger than her but not new, and not weak. Swayze had not had to go up against a vampire in ages and was not confident in controlling her powers. Her mind was screaming at her. Why hadn’t she kept up her training, why did she not sense those around her, why was she worried about this now? It was like riding a bike, and this is not a use or lose system. When the little girl turned and smiled it wasn’t a sweet innocent child smile. Swayze knew this could turn ugly quickly, but it was not necessary. There was no threats, no reason to be nervous. Swayze smiled back avoiding flashing her fangs. Swayze’s 5’11’ height in her heels made her towel over the little girl. She had no reason to be nervous, and she wasn’t. But if she could pick up this little girls scent then she defiantly knew what Swayze was. Swayze wanted to start the conversation, make it friendly. “This city can be a lonely place, even filled with humans to entertain us.” Her British accent was faint but there. She kept her body language relaxed and friendly. If anything Swayze could use the company of another vampire. She had always thought of finding a covenant, or even starting one of her own. But as she was still alone this had obviously not happened. The Count:781 Outfit:attire Notes and Stuff:so this was so long but I figured I would include my background to help. Also I would love to actually start a covenant so the more vampires to find us would be great.

[Rose Decumbry]

Rose, couldn’t fathom fighting in such an open crowd. Too many humans, too many exponents, too many would be casualties, on her hands. Her light blue hues flickered, scanning the crowd swamped with mixed species, looking for a familiar face. None. Her content smile rotated to make a line of a frown. Oh, how disappointing the world was this evening. The weather had changed drastically, within a few minutes, the clouds darkening, and thunder rolling in the distance.

It bought back memories, Rose would have rather kept locked in her head. It was the night, back in her mansion, only when she was fifteen. The night of her changing. He was in her bed, kissing her, touching her everywhere. And she liked it. Was she not too, her new found ‘husband’? The night of their honeymoon? Rose was convinced that what was shared between them was true love. Not the truth that he was only after her riches, and her mortality. She was so caught up in the moment, that she didn’t realize he had bitten her, till the pain rushed her head, and her neck became wet in some fluid. Even then, she hadn’t realized it was her own blood. Rose had passed out, several moments later. Only to wake up alone, dazed, and unable to step out into sunlight, and without a doubt, grown to a very angry, ‘vampire’.

Rose snapped back to reality, feeling the light rain begin to fall, not quick, but like whispers on the wind. Something, unusual. Usually, the rain clouds opened up like buckets, careening in whoever was in its path, with water. It was a turning of events, it seemed like. The small and witty smile crossed her lips once again, rain trickling down her face, the point of her nose, to the crevice of her lips. A more punctual smell tested its waters on her nose.

Vampire, close, a sweet punctual smell, could tell her it was a female. Interesting, her eyes glided to the side, to see the vampire. Tall, a little beyond the term beautiful. What was she doing, following little Rose around? The smile trickled over her face, like the tear that had fallen off her lips. Interesting indeed. “Humans? Is that what you call them? I always thought of them, as meat,” her ice hues turned to the girl, eying her in a way, that was neither defensive, nor unguarded. “But I suppose you’re right, loneliness is something we all experience once in a while,” her face was plain, and blank. “Who are you exactly? I’ve never seen you, and trust me, I’ve been around here for quite some time, my dear.”

Sooner or along the way, perhaps the girl would recognize her. And flip a cock shit, like most did when they met her in person. Hopefully, this one wouldn’t be like the rest.


notes: well, rose already has a coven but Swayze could join that?

[swayze]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=00746C] Swayze’s smile grew slightly, just enough for her crimson lips to part and flash the tip of her fangs. But as quick as they were shown they were gone when she took a breath in. Maybe it was the ‘my dear’, or perhaps it was because it was coming from someone who looked fifteen calling her ‘my dear’, or even that this little girl, as old as she may be, does not seem to realize that Swayze was indeed older. “So I can tell.” Swayze let the words roll out of her mouth in a sweet voice. Almost like it was a complement to become a seduction. But this was not her purpose. Yes she is open to all kinds but she was not looking for that kind relationship at the moment. Sadly it had been years since a true relationship, but Swayze had already decided a friendship would be easier right now. Swayze’s eyes roamed from the tip of this girls blond hair, over her pale doll like skin, down her slender petite from and to her tiny feet. Oh, to have tiny feet and be able to wear the cute shoes that don’t make your feet look like boats. Swayze’s thoughts wondered for a brief second to one of her enjoyments of shoes but was back in the moment with a blink of the eye. She looked back up into the girls eyes and returned the closed lip smile to her face. What had seemed like minutes was merely seconds between speaking last. “My name is Swayze, I was born here, but have been…on vacation for quite some time.” Vacation. Yes this was a good description. Swayze still owned a home here which she had reoccupied. It was a rather lush home that she had rented to a few couples throughout the years. However it had become unoccupied a few years earlier and it was a good reason for Swayze to return. She had spent a lot of her time since arriving back in London cleaning it up. The house itself was of course not in London but instead located just outside it outside Ashford, between Canterbury and Ashford actually. When she had originally purchased the land it was in the middle of nowhere. There was still a private street leading to her house but it was only a couple of acres from the next house. She had considered selling but had too many memories in the place. “And you are?” Swayze was trying to guess this girls’ age but she was not giving her much to go on. She seemed guarded, like she wanted to hide something. Or at least was hoping she had something to hide. However, by the way the girl presents herself, holds herself, and obviously does not act the way she looks Swayze would assume she is close to 100 if not older. No vampire learns to control themselves this well in a normal life time. The young ones are cocky and think they can overpower anyone. Physically or mentally. It was always fun to put them in their place. Older ones, like Swayze or the few older than herself she had met in her experiences, were usually good natured and calm on the outside but ready to strike in secrete if the situation called for it. This girl was in between. Who was she? The Count:563 Outfit:attire Notes and Stuff:joining a covenant could be fun...is that done just by going through another list and signing up or would that have to be through a RP? I think a RP could be more fun.

[Ali Ambrose]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000806] "Ahh!" A small yelp came from pale pink lips as a large case full of books came tumbling down. The case itself was too heavy to come falling over from just her weight alone, but all the books that had been perched on top of the brown wood, had no such limitation. In fact, almost every single book had fallen on her or was now puddled around her feet. Her small, dainty hand was grasped tightly on the book that had been her original intention and not surprisingly it was the only book left on the shelf. A bunch of faces turned her way and she felt heat creep up her neck and to her cheeks. Out of all the vampires she had ever met she was the only one that could blush. Clearing her throat softly, she looked over at the manager who was striding over to her with a furious gaze. He was red with anger and she had a bad feeling about this. Quickly bending down, she started to stack the books in a little pile and try to make it as neat as she possibly could. Maybe that would dampen the trouble she would be in. After all, she hadnt meant to make the books come flying down. That hadnt been her intention at all. She had just leaned too much on the shelf and it tipped just enough to make the books slide off. But when the manager was right up next to her she knew she was in trouble. Ali was still bent down on her knees trying to gather the books when the manager stopped, her nose almost touching his pants leg. Looking up at him, she grinned sheepishly before standing up to her full height. Which of course, wasnt much. Her height without heels was only five feet two inches tall. The man towered over her. But this was nothing new. Most everyone towered over her. She had only met one person shorter then her and that was a fellow family member. Why her and Rose got the short genes she had no idea. Katra, her sister, was extremely tall with no heels and it just wasnt fair. But then again, Katra wasnt the cute one in the family. Being changed at the age of fifteen did have its advantages. Her large chocolate brown eyes stared at the manager and she really did feel sorry about the books. "Im...sorry. I didnt mean to. I really didnt. Ill clean it up I promise!" Her voice was sweet, and kind, and that of an eternal teenager just taken from their prime. Ali was very beautiful. She had dark brown hair, sometimes blonde, depending on if she dyed it or not, that went past her shoulders in lovely curls that curled just the right way. Her skin was pale, like any vampire and she seemed to have the face of a little china doll. Innocent looking, no harshness in it at all. Just by looking at her, you would think she was only fifteen. In reality she was 23. Still young by vampire standards but not at all weak. Her personality though was something that always made people wonder about her. Even though she was in her twenties, Ali acted younger then that. She acted even younger then fifteen. At times if you just closed your eyes and listened to her voice or heard about something she had done, you would think she was six years old. And thats where the cute factor came in. The manager watched her and then just like that, the anger fled him and Ali could sigh a breath of relief. "Dont worry about it. Just go on. Come back another time." The man told her and Ali nodded briskly, her curls bobbing with the head movement. "All right. Im sorry once again. I didnt mean to." With those last few words, the manager waved her off and she turned away from him, walking back to the front of the book store. There was a little coffee place off to the side that a bunch of people had gathered at and were sipping their warm caffeine drinks. A cup of coffee didnt sound half bad at the moment. So when she grabbed her black trench coat from the coat stand at the front, she went right over to the line for coffee. The wait wasnt long at all, seeing as there was only one other person in front of her. When it was her turn, she ordered a white chocolate mocha and then stood off to the side to wait for the mocha. As she leaned against the counter, a small hum in her throat, her dark brown hues spotted that it had started to rain. A smile crept into her features and she giggled. She loved the rain and lots of times, you could catch her dancing in the rain with her ipod and no coat on. In fact, she was recieving odd glances from people that noticed she was only wearing a black tank top and a pair of black jeans shorts. With the rain, the temperature wouldnt be very warm, but to her vampire cold skin, the weather was nothing. She had walked around in winter with nothing more then what she had on right now. She was used to the odd stares. So it wasnt anything new. Turning her head to the side as her name was called, she grinned at the little server and picked up her coffee with a friendly thank you before donning on her coat and heading out into the rain. Unlike what was normal, it wasnt a heavy rain. Just a light drizzle that could still soak you if you were out in it long enough. Holding the coffee in two hands to warm them slightly, she smiled and then started on her way towards home. She had promised Vic that she wouldnt be out long. Just a few things she wanted to pick up. One of those things being a book. When she would tell him about the book store incident, he would more then likely just laugh and call her adorable. And possibly go out to get the book himself. But she wouldnt let him. She would keep him there with her and snuggle close, taking comfort from her husband. Husband. That word still made her smile. And her gaze wandered to her wedding ring on her left hand. However, when she reached the little corner where she was supposed to take a left to head back to her home, a scent hit her. A very familiar scent that she hadnt smelt in a few weeks. Or was it months? Ever since the night club had opened. She knew that for a fact. Ignoring her instinct to want to just go home, and that she would just get in trouble by going to see Rose, she followed the scent. It led her all the way to around another corner where she spotted Rose and another woman chatting. She only just briefly caught the last bit of words from the other girl...oh...wait...Vampire. This other girl was a vampire and far older then she looked. Then again, wasnt that the case with almost all of them? Even though this girl had to be over 500 years at least, she wasnt scared of her in the least. It wasnt because she was cocky. Far from. Ali was the sweetest and most gentle person you could ever meet. She wasnt afraid of this other vampire because she had met even older vampires. Vampires that knew how to put fear into someone. Even someone who was immortal. Such as Sevanni Black. She used to fear him, but now she just hated him. And it took a lot to make her hate somebody. Taking in a small breath, she kept one hand on her coffee and then shoved the other one, her right hand, into her coat pocket. "Well hello Rosey lovie. I hope im not interrupting something." She said politely and smiled, walking over to the group and standing by Rose's side since she was on that side of the street for one, and two, because Rose was one of her best friends and family members. All together there were four of them. Lovies they called each other and the group was closer then you would ever think. The group had originally started as Ali and Rose being the only two vamps. And their friends, Nixie and Inora being werewolves. But things had happened and now Inora was the only werewolf in their group of four. There were a few things that Ali was fiercely protective over and would show her temper if they were threatened or harmed. One of those things were her best friends. At the moment, she couldnt tell which the conversation was going, but if it did turn to a fight, she would back up Rose. ~~~~~~~~~~ Count it: 1500 Tag it: Rosey and Swayze Comment: Hope you dont mind me joining lol. I was bored. But if you want me to delete, I will.

[Rose Decumbry]

Rose was never really the one to socialize nicely with other people. Usually, they just turned and creaked her nerves and temper. But once in awhile, certain vampires, certain werewolves meandered onto her path, and who was she to turn them down? From what she was taught, she wasn’t supposed too, it wasn’t lady like at all. So, being polite to Swayze was something she felt very obliged to consider, and respect. “Ah, vacation, most don’t leave her, fits a ‘vampire’s description of the perfect home’.” She said her last phrase drenched in sarcasm. Not all vampires like the dark and the dreary, the bleak and cold. Rose stayed here, because she couldn’t bear to part with such sweet sorrow, of her life. One hundred and twenty one years, of living in the same town, some country, same everything. Her life was rooted in this area, and she’d be damned to part with it. “Was it really vacation,” she turned her wide eyes on Swayze, letting one eyebrow ascend delicately. “Or was it something else? You may be older, dear Swayze, but trust me, I can figure out almost anyone at a first glance. And from that look in your eyes, I can tell you weren’t excavating the world just for fun.”

“I’m Rose, Rose Decumbry, lived here all my life, loyal to the dark and dreary,” she laughed lightly, letting her laughter fill the area surrounding them. “But what does it matter, we’re both two vampires, obviously not here for just a simple conversation, or else you wouldn’t have so blatantly approached me. So what is on your mind, Ms. Swayze, I’m dying to know,” she turned her eyes full on staring directly into hers. Maybe this was why Rose never really made any friends, because all she did was reach into their brain and make them tick, think, and grow angrier with her by the second. Those who stuck around probably didn’t think of her like that, just possibly over analytical.

A bed of flowers touched her nose. That could only mean one thing, and one person. Or actually, two. But from what she’d collected, and in this certain area, it would only be one person. Alianne Rose Shadings. Her smile grew, so that she resembled the Cheshire Cat, but a little bit more insane then that character created by Lewis Carroll. It’d been a while since she’d seen her niece, being her great great aunt. But they were both grown adults, and really didn’t need to get together for every single little detail in their lives. Though, Rose refused to miss out on her wedding. Wedding! How could it have been that her niece two generations ahead of her, could get married before Rose? They both resembled each other in certain ways, and Ali claimed that ‘Rose was more attractive’ but she herself, highly disagreed. While Rose had the beauty of a jungle cat, fierce and exotic, Ali had the face of a much more innocent child. Men were going for the toned down these days.

“Hello, darling,” she replied, kissing her lightly on the cheek. “Swayze, I would like you to meet my second to me generation niece, also co-leader of my coven, Alianne Shadings...or...Ambrose, I apologize.” This was good, because if things turned ugly, and Rose lost that little thing called self control, Ali could try and bring her back down to earth, or the closest thing to it.

[swayze]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=00746C] All of the questions and answers and introductions came at one. It was a little overwhelming and she was not exactly sure what to answer first. However, she was able to keep this from showing on her face. Swayze didn’t like not being in control. She defiantly didn’t like showing any sign of weakness, and overwhelmed was a weakness. The closed lip smiled returned as she nodded at the new comer. “Nice to meet you..both.” she was interested in this idea of a coven. She had never been in a coven, she had never had other vampires to rely on. Sure she would have one or two here and there for a few years, but never anything close to a family. “You mentioned a coven?” she was not really sure how to approach this. Would it be like approaching friends or a date? Would she have to woo them and make them like her? Maybe this was not the thing she should be worried about. Just finding another vampire in the city was good enough. But she would wait, she would wait until Rose asked her again why she had gone and come back. It was a personal question. Swayze was usually an open book and never minded answering questions, but she felt this girl should at least have to ask twice. It was a small way of saying ‘I won’t let you be in control.’ But if Swayze wanted anything to do with joining a coven she may have to settle with a lower rank, although she had a lot to offer for any coven. Experience, skills, and knowledge on the world were just a few things she had to offer. But she was going to wait and see what happened before she came to any conclusions. The Count:563 Outfit:attire Notes and Stuff:so this was so long but I figured I would include my background to help. Also I would love to actually start a covenant so the more vampires to find us would be great.