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[blackheart]

Breathing in, breathing out. The reason of breathing? To look normal. Normal is different for anyone. If you have purple pools are you normal? Of course not. Not normal back in 1500's and not normal now. Even if there are contacts and other stuff to make your eye color different colors, natural purple is rare. So rare that many people pass thier lives without seeing it. Yet, everytime someone walks by. She is stared at. Not because her skin is creamy and she has no red tint to her cheeks. Oh no. It is because she has purple pools.

The pants fit her slim torso nicely. The long dark locks over her shoulder and spilling to a little past her blades. The air getting in her face every once in awhile. It was brushed past by a hand not seen.

The pale skin glowed in the moonlight. The calling of a vampire had brought her this far. Now it was just a dying rabbit. Elzira wanted to just send it's fight. With cold hands she touched the rabbit. It ended up biting her and hoping off full of life. Mortal life of course.

The bite healed and no scar showed. A small curse or 'treat' to her long gone husband. He told her everything she knows. Yet, being only three in the darkness life is too soon to have her marker taken from her.

The dry tears threatened to murge. Yet, Elzira didn't have to fight them down. Nothing was to come from them. No water would run down her soft cream cheeks. Nothing would come at all. Nothing but wailng and the sound of a vampire dying from inside. It has been hundreds of years. Most of them she spent sleeping. Wondering around with no care. Then she finally awoke and has been recovering. Yet, it always takes time. "And I have all the time in the world."

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[pyroreaper]

Deakon walked through the small park. His mind, elsewhere. He hadn't seen his young fledging in over a month. He had scoured the city for far to long. He had finally given up. The young girl was probably dead already. He had even forgotten her name. But that no longer troubled him. Now he was in this world for one secular purpose. To hunt and kill any hunter that got in his way.

HE steped into the small clearing with nothing but the hunt on his mind. He checked the small area in front of him and almost passed it by. But something, or better someone, caught his eye. A young woman. He was not able to tell if she was human or vampire. The rain had washed away any scent he could pick up before it could reach him. His duster was one of the few clean things on him. His pants and shirt were both covered in dry blood. His boots, however, glistened in the moonlight. As he aproached the woman he readied his fangs, just in case she was human. If she was he would have dinner at least. Not a feast but dinner.

[blackheart]

The scent of anouther made her look at him. The look in her eyes made her ready her fangs. They slide out and made a popping noise as they appeared. Yet, she could tell that he thought she was human. The rain covering her scent. Yet, you get scent from feeding. After hundreds of years not feeding. The smell is lost in the night. The fang slide back to thier place.

The shirt covered her nicely and she looked at him sweetly. The purple pools watching his walk. The walk itself proved to be vampire. The soft gentle thing that humans trust. It was a horrible dance that the soft forgiving humans always lose. It was better when you are to be married to one. Better to live with one for a year. Watch them change. Make love to them.

Finally the long thin legs brought her frail bodice up and she keep her purple pools on the male. The scent of dry blood covering him. Along with the sight. It didn't make her mouth water. Not anymore. It reminded her of who it could have been.

The dark locks moved to one side as she tilted her head. The full velvets into a soft pout. They then turned into a small smirk.

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[pyroreaper]

Deakon retracted his fangs when he saw that she was of his kind. His disposition towards her had changed. WHen he first saw her she was nothing more than a meal to him. Now, she was more of an ally, a comrade even.He always felt more like vampires, even those who had turned on their kind, were born hunters. It took the right state of mind for someone to turn you. And him being born a vampire made him more than just any vampire. He was something differnt. Yes he still had the same stregnths and weaknesses but his mind had always been set on the hunt. Except for recent times. "Have I fallen in love with the human before i turned her? " The thought seemed new to him. He had never loved anyone, not even his mother. Why would that one woman be something more, in his mind, than anyone else?

He spoke clearly, "I see you have claimed this as your hunting grounds." His life was governed by the territories of vampires. If a vampire he felt threatened him he stay away from their hunting grounds.

[blackheart]

Elzira has seen that look before. This one wasn't at her. It was thinking of anouther. The words that males never like to speak. The single words women love to her. Male vampires learn this quickly. Telling a young maiden that they loved her will sure to win them a nice ben warmth and a desent meal.

The hurt was still hiden by the soft rain that pattered at thier feet. The purple pools looking at him gently. Finally he spoke. It didn't take her back and it didn't frighten her. It made her smirk even more and she let his words linger.

Finally the honey coated voice drifted through the air. "Don't mind me. I don't feed anymore. No need to." The purple pools shut and she closed her mouth. The scent drifted to her nose. With a flash, she opened her pools once again. "You on the other hand. Like to feed. You have actually come her to look for a lost fledgling. Old mind stays with the young."

It was a soft voice. One that held wisdom and still held that old sex appeal. It didn't bother her that vampires still feed. It hurt to know they had no feelings for thier pray. They don't understand that you have to be tender with them. They don't live forever. They also have no defence.

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[pyroreaper]

Deakon was surprised by her reply. He'd never heard of a vampire who needn't feed. It was a strange thing to hear. Then the rest of her words reached him. "Like to hunt?" he smirked, "More like born to." He dissmissed the rest of what she said. He didn't like talking about his young fledging. He wasn't sure why. He figuered it was because of some strange attachment that he felt, HEr being his first love and fledging and all. His mind wondered for a moment. Maybe she was a hunter to begin with. Maybe she had only stayed with him so her fellow hunters could find and kill him. Maybe... THose and others like them popped into his head. But he brushed them all away, Thinking that she would never do that, But, deep down, he knew it was possible. "So you don't feed. How's that possible?" He felt that it might not be an appropriate topic but he still wanted to know how to do it. Just in case his mind set may shift in the future.

[blackheart]

It was easy to see that he had never heard of someone that doesn't feed. It is quite simple and can be done by anyone. All it takes is a little will power. The purple pools soften on his form. The words of his fledgling didn't escape his velvets. No need to bring it up then. It was simple and she didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

His words made one eyebrow raise. The dark locks frameing her cream face. "It can be done by anyone. Yet, the older the closer to the original, are easier to get the gift. Yet, it takes ditermination. It also takes a bite from someone who has the gift. You have to want it also."

She then sighed and nodded in agreement. Hunting, better when you are alone. Yet, after hundreds of years not hunting. It has escaped her memory a bit. "We aren't all born to feed. It is just what you chose to do."

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