Quiet (open)

[kailyn]

((I'm posting for another character of mine: Ebony. Because my computer was givving me difficulties on her's. So that'll be who will reply the rest of the time.))

Ebony listened to the soft sound of the fountain. She had a fountain at her home, when she was human, in the US. It brough back memories that she had forced away for so many long years. It did not smell like home, nothing had the same aroma as home. Ebony blinked her eyes, wisking away the tears, that still were determined to fall. The vampire that had cared for her said that she could be strong, if she just put away thoughts of her old life. They were the ones that kept her so human. Still, many tens of years after being blooded, Ebony cried over her lost death. So many thoughts of suicide crossed her mind when she was changed. Why not kill herself? She would spare so many human's lives. I'm not even strong enough to do that. Ebony laid her head in her hands, the corset shirt that she wore with black leather pants barely let her do that. Now is not a time to crumble. Ebony told herself. It was inevitable, so many nights had passed since she had cried over pitying herself, she could not help it. You are so pathetic. Ebony told herself. She jerked her head up, sensing someone else in the public garden, the tears still trailing down her face.

[sebastian]

Sebastian didn't like it when the Gardens were occupied. He had spent so much time in them for nearly 1,000 years that as far as he was concerned, they were his own. Sometimes a human strayed in, that he couldn't not deal with. Even if he was hungry. There were few places weak vampires could stay these days, Paris was becoming quite the spot.

The sweet sound of the cascading fountain was ruined by sobbing. Why cry? It never did any good. He had cried enough tears in his lifetime, as a small boy. The only good came from anger and passion. Controlled of course. And he had learned to control these emotions.

Coming nearer, he saw Ebony. He didn't quite know her, but he knew all of the vampires names. He made it a point. She looked honestly pathetic. She was a new vampire of course, they were always pathetic. Always whining about eternal damnation.

Sebastian rarely changed humans. He didn't have the patience, and seeing as he learned the ways of their kind of his own he couldn't understand why humans needed to be babied. Some vampires made it a point to hold on to their...human past. Not Sebastian. It was much too long ago. Besides, he was much better suited to this creature of the night. Fascinating, beautiful and dangerous.

When he did take on a fledgling, they were rarely his own, usually abandoned girls who he somehow found a soft spot for. They were in fact lucky creatures.

"Oh, you little dear," he said quietly, sitting next to her, although there was no care in his voice.

He took his index finger and lifted her chin, his clear yellow-blue eyes never faltering to meet hers.

"Now what good does crying ever do? Hmm?" he asked, a tad insensitively.

[ebony]

"It's supposed to make you feel better." Ebony said quietly, her voice hoarse, Ebony didn't meet the man's piercing gaze. She wished she was strong enough to not cry. Ebony wished that she could just forget everything, forever, and live how her kind were supposed to. Ebony looked up, forcing herself to look at his eyes. "But it just makes me feel worse." Your pathetic. Ebony thought.

[pyroreaper]

Deakon had tired of London so he went to a place he had never been. Paris. It was dark. He was in a garden somewhere in Paris. he wasn't sure where exactly though. Apparently French was much more different from English than he thought. He was hungry so he thought he would try someplace a little more natural. He heard the soft sobbing first. "Good" he thought, "Easy hunt tonight." Then he smelt the scent of death. Three other vampires were there and no humans. "Damn!" he exclaimed. He was angry but not enough to hurt anyone. Hell, he probably couldn't hurt the other vampires. He was only fifteen and not very skilled either. He entered the main portion of the garden. What he saw there was a strange sight, or at least to him it was. A vampire sat on a bench being half-@$$edly consoled by a male vampire. He took a drag of his cig, walked over and said "It does. Crying helps a bit. But not as much as feeding."

[sebastian]

"But it just makes me feel worse."


Sebastian nodded, and gave her a pat. Something about a woman in need, well, it wasn't that he felt he needed to be heroic; he just liked to be there. It was ironic though. He only killed women. Sometimes they needed death to escape from their moronic lives of stereotypes.

He whipped out a burgundy colored handkerchief and handed it to Ebony. A small ‘S’ was embroidered in golden thread, and he pushed her to keep it.

“Now, wipe your eyes. I’m sure you’d like to share why you’re crying?” he suggested.

He doubted she wanted to tell him, well, maybe she would easily tell him. That always made things better. Creatures were so sensitive with their feelings, afraid to tell everyone. Not that Sebastian was an exception; few people knew what gears were really turning in his fair-haired head.

He immediately sensed another vampire, weak again. He didn’t even bother to look him to sense the anger in this boy. He never heard of him, though he was confident he’d recognize him somehow. Probably brash, young and angry…never thought he’d find this when he was searching for an easy meal.

"It does. Crying helps a bit. But not as much as feeding.”

“Unless feeding is the thing you’re crying over,” he stated, not even moving his eyes.

[pyroreaper]

Deakon thought this was a strange statement. He'd never even thought about the lives he had taken because he had to feed, much less had he ever cried about it. He mulled the words around in his head for a minute. "Hmm... That's a strange thing to cry over though. I mean hell its nature every thing has to feed, and there's always alternatives; like feeding on animals alone." He was trying to be truly consoling but that sure wasn't his strong suite.

He felt that there was another vampire in their midst but decided to to ignore her, for now.

[ebony]

Ebony took the handkerchief and whipped off the unwanted tears. Ebony looked up at the younger vampire, she pulled her hair out of her face.

"... like feeding on animals alone" Ebony frowned.

"Do you honestly think I enjoy feeling this pathetic?" Ebony asked the younger vampire. "Does it look like I am having fun being this. . . stupid? Crying over something that I never thought twice about before." Her words could have sounded stronger. "I don't like being weak because I can't convince myself to do something that used to be so simple."

Ebony put her hands on her knees, taking a deep, shaky breath. She took control of her chaotic emotions.

[sebastian]

"Hmm... That's a strange thing to cry over though. I mean hell its nature every thing has to feed, and there's always alternatives; like feeding on animals alone."

Obviously he didn’t speak with too much finesse. Living long often taught that, you were less able to adopt slang and such. Sebastian did speak with a distinct kind of voice. Something strange, almost as if his voice was too smooth to be real. Too smooth to be…honest.

"Do you honestly think I enjoy feeling this pathetic? Does it look like I am having fun being this. . . stupid? Crying over something that I never thought twice about before. I don't like being weak because I can't convince myself to do something that used to be so simple."

It was obvious this boy was upsetting her, so Sebastian waved a hand at him, not rudely, but curtly enough to tell him to shut his mouth; he was doing no good. He patted Ebony once or twice, and moved her hair from her face.

“Now dear, time heals all wounds. This…” he said, gesturing at the three vampires “Is your life now,” he told her. It may have sounded a little harsh, but it was the truth. Many vampires had issues with their new lifestyles but the reality was, they were to either adopt it or die. Most people choose the first option.

“Darling, do you know who I am?” he asked, out of the blue. He knew who she was, but perhaps if she knew who was sitting next to her, she may feel…differently.

[ebony]

Ebony looked at the older vampire's clothes, he had money, but no, she did not know who he was. Ebony shook her head. "No." Ebony forced herself to keep from starting to cry again, already furious at herself for breaking down once.

[sebastian]

"No,” she answered.

“Ah…” said Sebastian, slowly. He took his hand from the girl momentarily, and leaned, almost as if he was going to fall into the fountain. But he had more self-control than that.

“My name is Sebastian Lacroix,” he said, as if reciting something from a book.

In truth, when he was new, he recited his name often as if he might soon forget it. It was not unheard of for vampires to adopt new identities after some time. Silly names like ‘Blade’ or ‘Rose.’ Names that only someone with no social-knowledge would give their child something so absurd.

Sebastian never wanted to believe that he really changed. He was a different being, but always the same person. Gaining, learning but never really changing.

“I was changed almost one thousand years ago. That is a very long time to spend crying,” he said, his tone still light.

“How is it you find yourself alone?” he asked.

Usually young vampires were taken care of by he or she who changed them. He wondered.

[ebony]

Ebony bit her lip, she went back to the night when she had awoken from being blooded. Never had she been able to see the face that decided to punish her, or grant her some cruel gift. Ebony had tried to figure out what had really happened so many times. Now she could think about that moment of her 'life' without any emotion except for just feeling cold inside, Ebony was sure that the emotion played clearly on her face.

"I awoke alone." Ebony said quietly, she looked over at Sebastian. "Never have I been able to know who it was." She took a deep breath. Ebony wondered how she would have turned out had she met the vampire.

[sebastian]

"I awoke alone. Never have I been able to know who it was."

“Oh, deary,” he cooed.

Sebastian honestly felt for her. Well, he did to an extent. The years had made him fickle with emotions. But he felt bad for poor little Ebony darling. Such a nice girl, so alone. She was just the type he liked to adopt. Just the type that needed a helping hand.

“Sometimes, I wonder if it would have been easier not knowing who did this too me. But I know it was done for a good reason. But you…” he stopped.

He didn’t want to make her feel bad, although her awful situation was quite obvious. He wondered how long she had been like this. How old she was. She wasn’t sixty, perhaps younger. With the face of someone not yet sixteen. Ah, what a lovely age. Sebastian was changed at eighteen.

“I can help you. Would you like that?” he offered.

[ebony]

Ebony looked up. "How would you be able to help me?" She asked, considering Sebastian's offer.

What was this vampire's motive? Ebony would deal with that later. The offer was tempting, Ebony had no instruction from other vampires. . . ever. In fact, she was at a loss about most information about her race.

[sebastian]

"How would you be able to help me?"

Well, it seemed like a plausible question. He gained a small amount of respect for the girl. Most people would just hear and offer, and jump at the chance. Motive? He really had none. Well maybe he had a small desire to make allies in the community, and anyone under Sebastian had to become powerful. He knew things that others could barely imagine.

“In whatever way you need help, of course,” he said politely.

His blue-green eyes were full of what seemed like sympathy. They were rarely angry, he learned to keep his emotions under control. So under control that it was rare for someone to know how he truly felt about him or her. In general he liked everyone to some extent. But it didn’t take much. He was constantly calculating. Every word, every gesture amounted to something.

“Don’t get the wrong impression. I expect your loyalty to me if indeed I am your…patron,” he reminded her.

Loyalties in the vampire world, he expected would become very important in the near future.

[ebony]

Ebony bit her lip, her grey-blue, bloodshot, eyes thoughtful. It would serve her well, to have a. . . 'patron'. Ebony looked over at Sebastian, threading her hands together.

"Okay, um. . . thank you." She added softly. "Loyalty is gained, not given." Ebony said even more quietly. As long as Sebastian did nothing to harm her, then he would gain her loyalty.