Hell sent and hunted

[Spike D. Crow]

As our story begins we find Serafus on stage in the town square of England. Since he was first turned by the origanal vampire he had been trained buy all the best composers and artists.

as he stood stage, rock guitar in hand, he played a loud and inpressive rock veriasion of Betovans 9th as the sun set.

 

[Spike D. Crow]

as night sets across the land he winds his consert down.

"I hope you all injoyed my music, and with any luck it woke the dead." I say into my mike over the screaming croud.

 

[Destiny]

Just after the sunset for the day, Destiny slowly crawled from her ca coon of black and began her night ritual of dress. Black leather was so easy to maintain. A pair of black skintight jeans slid onto her hips and a lace camisole to go beneath the black leather jacket a puff to her hair and a small amount of red glass and she was ready for the evening.

Moving through the town of London still fascinated her even today, years of tracking this town had made her an expert on most of the activities going on and she decided to head tot he square to listen to to the latest craze of the girls and guys. She hung back in the shadows of the square watching the delicious tidbits move and head through the crowd getting drunk and stoned.

The best thing about the 20th century, drugs made them all so easy to take and they would never remember it the next day.

 

[Spike D. Crow]

"I regret to infrom you, I only have time for one more." I say as i raise my guitar along with a few hired hands on other instraments and play Rob Zombie: more human then human.

 

[poohlive]

Dale sat with ease inside the cushions of the couch, his muscles relaxed, unable to hold his weight anymore. Maybe they had called strike against him. All of his muscles decided they were done working for him, and had let him go. He now sat there, his body in a lapse that would only subside if his muscles got more breaks, hourly wages, and a decent lunch hour.
"Ha ha," he laughed out loud at this thought, braying into the hazy room with bad music been played too loud. A woman to his right turned, giving him an almost brazen look, but her eyes were bloodshot, so it only came out as an annoyed albino.
Other people didn't seem to notice. Just a minute before someone else had begun crying softly in the corner. No one gave him any bother either. This was a drug party, however you wanted to go up or down was your business. Some laughed, some cried, some swatted at imaginary spiders coming out to steal their souls.
He hated when that happened.
Most of the time he just lived inside his own little mind, pondering at the funny little realities of life. Some made him crack up, while others made him want to hit something... hard. The government had fucked him up, and he didn't have a single say in the matter. Fuck them, he was going to break a lamp. That would teach George W...
Bobby sat down next to him, making the couch bob up and down. For a moment, as he flew off of the coushion and into the air, he thought he was on a ship, and waves were cracking up against the bow. Was it rough weather ahead? He thought so. His hand, having forgotten about the earlier strike, held onto the side for survival.
The woman with bloodshot eyes scooted away from them, having already gone into her own little world. She let her hand wave slowly back and forth in front of her, ever so often slapping at things in the air only she could see.
"Take a hit," Bobby handed him a bong, red glowing embers already lined up. Dale tried to shake his head, thinking that whatever was already in his system was doing a pretty good job of fucking things up as it is, but Bobby wouldn't even let him try.
"Man up, fucker. This is the shit, Colombian green, I'm tellng you."
"I've got work tomorrow," Vague memories of responsibility came bubbling up through his already damaged conscious mind. He remembered that Mother's Day was coming up. He needed to get his mother a present, maybe some flowers, or a nice set of candles.
"Man up, fucker. You can leave after you hit."
The albino woman was reaching for the bong. She was slow, like in a dream. Dale thought he could hear something coming from her, but either she was being incoherent, or his ears refused to translate the sounds into anything understandable. Whatever the case, she had a definite interest in the shit.
"Fuck you, bitch. Get off of me. You had your chance, just fucking tweak on your own. Dale, I'm serious... down this fucker or I don't ever want to see your ass here again."
Part of him woke up after this. It was as if he were struggling somewhere deep down inside. His entire body coiled up in rope, but he struggled in any case, wanting to free himself. It didn't work, whatever tried to come up, but he felt it just the same. Something was trying to move.
"All right," he put his lips to the bong, and breathed in deeply. The nearly hot stagnant air reached his lungs, and he wanted to cough at once. His body pleaded with him to get the poisons out of him, but he fought to hold it in.
Whisps of smoke tendrils left his lips as he leaned back on the couch.
"That's right, fucker. That's what I'm talking about."
Bobby let another person take the bong, letting them finish with it. He then turned back to the woman, who was following imaginary creatures as they explored the armrest she was sitting beside. Bobby began to touch her. At first she didn't mind at all, but then as he became more rough, and began to take her clothes off, she struggled.
He slapped her.
She cried, but didn't complain as he continued to touch her.
Dale felt like a fish out of water. He didn't remember when he let the hit go, or the fresh air coming back into his lungs. He was breathing, so he didn't care too much. He thanked the brain for having to do some things automatic. If he had to remember to breath all the time, he didn't think he would live for too long, especially when he got fucked up on shit.
What was in that?
He let a hand, barely able to recognize the command of grabbing Bobby's attention, mover over to tap him, but Bobby didn't pay any attention. He was on top of the Albino, fucking her as she cried softly to herself.
Dale wanted to get up. He had work tomorrow, and somehow being that close to rape was beginning to bother him. Not enough that he could do anything about it, but enough that he would leave. He didn't think he could do anything in his condition anyway. Maybe mutter something about ethics. Bobby didn't care about ethics though.
He was up.
How did that happen? He thought about getting up, but didn't actually make any plans to do so. Here he was though, standing on his own two feet, right next to the couch.
The door.
As if on cue, his body began to move, slowly and carefully towards the door. He wasn't sure if it was moving slowly or carefully, cause as he was walking over a lamp jumped out to bite him. He hit at it, and it smashed onto the floor.
The lamp had jumped out at him, right?
What in the hell was in this shit?
He walked to the door, putting both of his hands on it for support. His body threatened to collapse to the floor right here, but he needed to get out, get to his own apartment. He needed sleep.
There was a knock on the door.
"A monster," his mind screamed at him. Somewhere, deep down, that struggling part of him screamed it was a monster. A monster was coming, a monster was coming. Something with big teeth was on the other side of that door, and it wanted to eat them all.
Don't open the door.
His hand reached down to the knob. There were no monsters, only people like Bobby who got his friends fucked up and then raped women he didn't know on the couch. That was the only monster he knew.
The door came open. Dale saw a man with slicked back hair and a deadly twinkle in his eyes. He took a step back, looking at the man that stood outside.
It was a monster!
How could it be a monster?
The man smiled, revealing huge teeth, bright and shiny. They wanted to tear him apart, each and every one.
"No... no," Was all he managed, but he wanted to say so much more. He wanted to run, to hide, something, but all that came out was No. Fuck, fuck.
A hand grabbed for his neck, throwing him into the far wall. Dale remembered flying, and then a thud. Something began to drip from his head, and he could feel something sticking into his arm, but he felt no pain.
Nothing.
"Monsters are coming," He said through a blood filled mouth, but no one heard. No one understood. As he blacked out, he heard the first sounds of the feast. They would have their fill before the night was over.
(it's not over, but I thought that was enough to start)

 

[Parliament]

the music was pumping in her ear like a jelly would to a doughnut- filling her unnecesarily, heightening the ringing and the groans and moans of both sadness and positive high around her. The smoke was thick- as if the crowd had shifted from a tattered town square up to a mountain peak- the mist so thick that there was only the haze of the people's skin and their voices sounding like pathetic wails of a dying whale. But Aista was not taking in anything and it would be nice if she can hold her breath for one whole night. But she can't. For no one who has been human once can enjoy a life without breathing.

Her hair, short straight grey tresses the reaches to the top part of her neck has stayed back with a thin antique crystalline Alice hairband, one that she had for a long time already- maybe since she was just a young adult. It was a night she just had to go out and witness just like every other night. It was the usual night that was either defined by the presence of the moon or its absence- and the nightly show of the stars or the clouds clouding over it only to highlight or remove their glow.
Aista had chosen to be clad in a PVC shirt over a pair of black vinyl pants, the neckline a modest square for there was not a lot of chest on her- the clothing just hugging her like a second skin, and her feet secured with and pair of old trekking boots.

She just stands there- not near the seats or the stage. She knows that there are some of her kind near her other than the one she has heard of that was performing on stage. They were everywhere and she can feel it. But was too impatient to see anyone of them. Her head was there to turn to every direction if she got tired of looking this way, observing a young woman yapping or a man of her age drinking suggestively in front of another, or a couple who has found it difficult to keep their heat until they got home.
"Lucky ones..." she grumbles to herself.
She was getting amused- and it was not good. To end it- she turns, walking to the edge of the park where a monument stands, a monument so great that it had its people barf and oral secretions on its feet and base. Choosing a clean spot, she ettles down- some that composed the thick crowd was going out, replaced by other ones who was going in. And she refused to go back for now- burying her face in her hands, her elbows resting on her thighs.
It was both hunger for a victim and something that was burrowing deep within her.

 

[Spike D. Crow]

"I hope you all injoyed my show. But before I leave, there is somthing I wish to tell you." I say looking deep into the crowd with eyes that could only be described as haunting.

"We are all creatures of the night, and some more than others. But as you leave here tonight, know this we are not all drafted from the same mold. There are some among you who would like nothing more then to kill you, drain you of your blood, and take what little you may own. Now that you know this, be weary, for this very night may be your last." saying this I simply vanish, without a trace, in a patch of graveyard style fog.

 

[Destiny]

Slipping up beside Serafus, Destiny tsks at him. "ya know...." she purrs slightly at him, "one of these days you are gonna have a full on riot on your hands you keep telling people about our little secrets."

He looks at her and arcs a brow and then shrugs as he begins to walk away. Calling back out to him as he does so,"A girl could go hungry with a guy like you around." She pouts slightly and flashes a fang before turning and walking away. Moving off through the crows Destiny slides her hands inside her jacket pockets and heads off into he night herself the cooling breeze off the river near by blowing her face and lifting the hair along her shoulders as she moves. A groupie to the band moves up beside her and drops a arm over her shoulder like he was her best friend. Not seeming to be in the mood Destiny elbows the guy in the guy and drop kicks him to the head. "Next time ask." Without waiting for a reply she continues on and moves to sit along a darker part of the square and pulls out a cigarette and a flame-less lighter to at least appear normal to the rest of the world.

 

[Spike D. Crow]

"Well, that may be true but I choose to live out my death as a fire starter." I say as I climb onto my dragbike and tear threw the crowd.

 

[Spike D. Crow]

after tearing threw the town for several minutes, I reached my final destination. I pulled my bike into the courtyard of a very big and rather broken down old castle on the outskirts of town. It wasn't much but I called it home.

For quite some time now I had had countless complaints from townsfolk and royalty alike. No matter who it was they all had the same lines, like "Your castle cast a dark shadow on this town!" or "It's like a disgusting plague and I intend to remove it!". Yet no matter how hard they tried it still remained in the after math, "Foolish humans. I wouldn't be suprised if they never stop trying."

 

[nightray]

Ramon

I sit in a large leather couch looking out over the city the windows open wide as I lesson to the concert hearing it just fine even from this distents. I know that it’s a vampire singing I can tell by the sound of the voice it’s perfection that few very few humans can retch and it’s rang of pitch that no human can copy no mater how talented.

I press a botin on a remote when the consort ends the windows closing silently. The glass is tinted black so no one can see in. I then pres another button making steel shutters unfold from the ceiling preparing for the forbidden sun. I’m old enough that the rise of the sun no longer makes me sleep but it will still make me burst in to flames.

I sit back in my set my eyes narrowed as I think of the one that was singing. I shake my head “Foolish.” Is all I say. I then stand and walk around my leaving room my eyes moving over the old African artifacts that I had clamed from the lands of my sworn followers the people that made me there god. I sigh as non are alive now they where wiped out by the white man when they were looking for slaves.

I touch an old mask that my priests used to where in my presents thinking to not wear it would offend me. I chuckle at the weak easily manipulated humans. My hand then moves to a long spear made of dark wood the point made of metal witch is odd for most African tribes but I brot the nolig of metal working from Egypt where I was turned.

Memories flood over me the images of working on one of the grate pyramids the exemption lords standing over use keeping use moving. Then the image of my maker beautiful and mysterious dark and beautiful beyond belief. She chose me to rule her people beside her she chose me to be her mate for eternity. I look down as the image of her head flying threw the air as a fount of bright red blood exploding from her torso where her head once was. Then there was the rage and the masiker of the invaders.

I blink my eyes as blood tears form and fall down my cheek. I look back at the steal shades in the direction of the foolish vampire had been singing of are kind to his adoring fanes. If they new the truth I think to my self a cruel smile touching my lips they would swarm over him. I shake my head the pathetic humans are nothing to me just cattle pray plump for the taking and the more so in this day and age as they no longer buleav in there pathetic church or god they no longer look cross eyed at some one that they only see during the night they just think he or she is eccentric.

I clap my hands and one of my servants coming in bowing deeply to me fear and respect comes from him. I have my own followers now humans that think that if they serve well will be changed. I smear at the thought I have yet to find one worthy of the dark gift.

“Brining me the girl.” I say in a soft voice no more then a mermemer but the servant hears just find having been straining to hear just such an order. He bows deeply once agene and heryes from the room.

He comes back with a woman walking beside him her dress that of a prostitute a contemptuous smirk on her lips she has seen much and is expecting the same from me that she got from every other mark in her life. My servant bows agene and backs out of the room having never met my eyes.

I walk to the girl my eyes never leaving hers I press up agenst her feeling her rap her arms around me her leg moving up mine. “So what will it be big boy.” She asks in a low throaty voice. I smile a cold cruel smile that gives her pos but she takes it in stride her hands moving over my chest. I feel her nails threw my silk shirt as she presses titer agenst me obviously looking for a reaction.

I bend over her tilting her head to one side. I kiss her neck gently as I saver her sent. I feel the blood pumping threw her ardiery the smell intoxicating. I shudder softly the girl mistaking it for lust. She moans an obviously fake sound as she encourages me. I nip her neck letting my fangs grow to there full length as I take the back of her head in my hands.

I then bit in to her artery deeply growling as her hot vital blood explodes in to my mouth sending waves of ecstasy threw my body. I feel her trying to pull away from me now the sent of fear filling my nose exiting me the more as I suck on her neck hard. I hear her scream in with pain and fear. I don’t bother to ease her fear or pain I don’t make it pleasant for her like so many of my kind do. I feel her hart pounding in her chest trying so hard to pump the blood up to her brain making it gush powerfully in to my egger kiss.

I feel her hart begin to slow then studier I use my mind to make it continue to pump forcing every last bit of her life giving fleweds in to my mouth. I finely let go of her as the spark of her soul winks out like a candle flame blown out by a breaz.

I look down at the crumpled husk that once supported life so fragile and pathetic. I clamp my hands agene and this time two of my servants appear anticipating there job. With out a sound then pick up the body and carry it out to be disposed of.

I lick my lips severing the last traces of her blood as I walk back to my chair sitting down and pick up the remote. I turn on the large flat screen TV. Turning it on to the news as I put the foolish one out of my mind for now any way.

 

[poohlive]

Parts of darkness fluttered in and out. Dale never went unconscious, but there were periods on the floor where he just lied there, unable to move a muscle. Other times he attempted to get up, hearing someone scream for their life, listening as the monster fed on his friends.
His friends.
Dale tried, but the drugs, and the bump on his head made doing any sort of physical movement near impossible. His hands moved about like Will Robinson's lovable robot.
He almost tempted to yell out Danger... Danger... but didn't think if he ordered his brain to do it, it would ever reach his mouth and tongue.
Shadows passed over his eyes, figures tired to run for the door, or run after those who were going for the door.
Dale opened his eyes, able to finally take the scene in. It had been minutes, or maybe hours. Time hadn't worked well for him, and when he could finally grab reality, nothing mattered.
Blood was everywhere. It caked the walls, dripped from the ceiling, and ran in great streams on the floor. Dale felt himself in a huge puddle. Most of it cold and sitcking to him. From the feel, Dale could tell it wasn't all his own.
The man who he had seen, the monster eating everyone at this party now looked at him. A grimace that looked like a smile crossed over his face. He bent down, picking up Dale by the hair. He bit down into the back of his neck, hard. Dale screamed out, but it caught deep in his throat as he felt the vampire begin to suck.
He was sucking far more than blood though, the theif was taking his soul. Dale tried to fight, crying out from this ravaged rape, but he couldn't. He was helpless.
Something else burst through the door. The vampire threw him back down, as it ran for something. It either went away from the door or towards it, but either way didn't matter. Dale could see an array of bullets go through the room, and the beast fell with a resounding splash in the blood.
A group of men, all dressed in black, and holding strange weapons came into the room.
"Jesus, he got them all." A voice, male.
"Check for any survivors. If he bit them, they need to go," Female.
"Here's one. Bit bad, barely a pulse." Male, but it sounded younger. After a second, Dale heard a shot that made him recoil in pain.
"Here's one," Dale saw a young man walk over to him, and lean down. There was lots of blood, but as the man checked both sides of his neck, he could tell that the guy didn't care.
"No, not him. I don't see any marks."
"No survivors. Kill him the regular way."
The young man put away a gun, with a specialized cross on it, and took out another one. This was similar, but no cross. Dale heard the shot, crying out loud as something painful bit into him, and then felt no more. He went unconscious once again.
The world floated away.

 

[katalynn]

OOC ~ Looks like ya could use another female.... Hope ya don't mind. =)


IC ~

It has been a long night, wasn't really hungry, everything just seemed the same. After so many years nothing much comes to as a surprise. Out on one of my walks, long leather drench coat flows out from my feet, white silvery hair flows freely in the wind to follow. Walking passed an old neighborhood that I vaguly remember anymore. There was a bunch of comotion at an old friends house, one that is long dead.. Sat in the shadows and watched, vampire hunters, their smell were so foul, more so than the sewers themselves.

Stepped back further into the shadows, blending in with it.

"Check for any survivors. If he bit them, they need to go,"

Was the first thing I heard, she was this little petite thing. Heard a few gun shots, low screams of the ones that were changing, or at least were soon to change.

"No, not him. I don't see any marks."

Was the next thing to come to my ears, soon after a shot was dealt.
"Such a waste, these humans are so foul that they would kill one without cause."

Shaking my head as I spoke to myself. Once they had all left, emerged into the house. Scent of drugs were so overwhelming, mixed with blood. Blood ran deep in the air, like daggers cutting into my senses. None the less it was poisoned blood, now dead. Being picky about what went into this body of mine.

Felt a presence still alive, just barely, but he was at least breathing.
So this is the last one they must have spoke about.

Looked him over more closely, granted he would make a great vamp, maybe even a playmate. It was my choice to leave him as he is. I like them to make the choice.
Stupid hunters didn't even kill him right, only made him endure more pain. What were they thinking, that he would die with a bullet in his shoulder? The one thing that would kill this man is the bleeding, there was so much blood from his head, now his recent wound.

Grabbed a blanket and wrapped him up in it, mostly not wanting to get blood on my leather. That stuff is so hard to get out, even on leather. Once I had him in my arms, shadow stepped through the town, to quick for anyone to notice, plus this allowed me to get to a distance faster. There were few castles left in this area, one was mine. The other I knew belonged to another vampire, though I have never really met him.

I don't know why I was saving this soul in my arms, normally I could careless. Of course I'm not that heartless either, one this helpless may have a reason to live. Maybe. No matter, if anything I'll be saving him for my dinner later. Once we got to the abandoned castle, took him up stairs into a seprate room. Took care of his wounds. They would still have a good scar, over the years of playing with these humans, I had learned how to take out bullets. when I saw he was no longer bleeding, and his breathing was normal again, I left his side to go hunt, even for poisoned blood it still rose the hunger, realizing I haven't eaten for almost three days now.

 

[Parliament]

Aista

There was nothing more to watch out for- and there would be nothing to feed and fill her completely from the people in front of her- the attacks commencing in front of her, humans- helpless and ugly, her kind ruling the grounds once again like hyenas over dying corpses. So typical- yet so strange to watch, for there was always something about the suspension of the mortals' senses under the clutches of the beautiful monsters. Like mice drawn to the cheese on the clip of a mousetrap-
CLICK-CRACK- ... dead.

So the hunters came- the sharp steel slung close to their buff and lithe bodies, a look of contempt and eagerness to kill down the cats etched on their faces. Mortals they were- yet they were something to be feared at. Evolving from being loinclothed, they were now dressed so thickly- and sharp- that they can be mistaken for actors bound for a shoot -- that seemed to flash before her with the words: run... run... run...

Getting up from her place, she ran- the feeling she loved, not having to endure the heavy strike of the legs on the wet and steamy asphalt of the streets of the city. Her boots pouncing like a mouse's claw against the walls of a house- scraping against it for amusement. Straight- left- another left- straight up- and down the 56th street, which is not too far from where she was running from. Her limbs, trained by running with the animals in hunt at night, the speed making her just a blur of pale flesh and a glitter of black cloth- a scraping of the old trekking boots.

These were constricting her, for the deserts of Lamu where she once lived were almost unpopulated, leaving her, a blooming adult who has left her parental units at South Africa, then was frozen in her 21 years of life in Kenya, a man who she had fed when he was begging her to do so- and to 'relieve' his pain from his organ- he knew what she wanted and what her weakness was, and then she woke up, all sensitive yet firm and strong- all angry but loving the man from last night oh so quickly.

She began to live by night- and hide from the day in a cottage with the man just- vanishing.
She was living among them animals- both feeding off from them and them living off by her crop. Humans were a rarity- and their presence was a gift she always rejected, the largest temptation being her only key to sending one soul up to where it must rest- the body she keep for her and the beasts to live on.

Why she chose a chaotic city to settle on finally- she has realized before- but chooses not to admit it. The hooves and growls, the claws and beaks would have made her insane. She needed humans. And she knows there were others like here- and so- the ever famous England.

I come to a halt- another one of those streets I have always passed by in my nightly wanderings around the city. The sounds from the park were still prominent over the misty air but I chose to forget it- it was not a time to go back there. There was air, and I breathed it. That was good- I am hungry. But there was none to feed from and I choose not to look for it. I will survive- I wouldn't really crave for someone's beating hard and the little screams that would emit from their lovely human lips.

A cat!

With the speed I was blessed with, I take three strides forward and grab it, clasping it tightly by the neck which is followed by a massive strike by my aching and hungry mouth. Think of a mating call- only sharper and angrier-m maybe a hint of mourning. That sound is the one emitted by the cat, it, fading away into the air as the last of his lifeline was going into my mouth, down my throat and onto my veins, making the pale skin loose its ugly glow a little.
This will do- maybe for at least, let's say- three hours.

I am getting tired. the beating of the cat's little thumping heart resounding in my brain like the tapping of a little girl's finger on a wood surface- waiting for her sundae to be served to her by a stout and jolly man. Of course you would know about that- you've been there before to enjoy this lovely treat like I am enjoying the consommé I was sucking dry from the feline in my hands. I am getting tired, so I dropped it in a pathetic clump on the street.
I was blocks away from my home. The night was not so deep. Looking up the sky and on to the moon- I would say: eleven?

So I took the chance of looking around the streets, my mouth now gaining cold slowly as the warmth from the blood passes by.
A posh one, to my back a large and old structure- all well-taken care of. One would be filled of mad curiosity just by looking at it. And my heart was starting to beat madly itself- for there was the feeline that I felt around the others of my kind whom I chose not to approach. It was only a meeting by the eyes.
Stepping back to the opposite curb, I look up- One room was lighted, some floors up the mansion-like house. The light faint, with only the glare of maybe, a television heightening it? There my right eye twitched as the pounding of my chest grew louder, a simple yet striking stirring in my loins screaming beneath the skin. There is one up there!

Who could it be?

So I pick up a small rock- like a mad child who aims to destroy a choc'lit shoppe that sells insanely expensive treats and with a large swing- I aim and shoot at the massive terrace window, hitting it with the rock without breaking it. I was sub-consciously, amazed by what I can do, and have never failed to be amused and amazed by it. And then I do it again- and again- and again. Wanting to catch the presence's attention although I may not know who it is.

But this time- I have all that I got to face another one. My mind screamed- "Come out! See me! Do come out!"
The T.V. was glaring- a few shadows rustling about, but one remains steady.

 

[Spike D. Crow]

when I hunted at night, I was a totally diferant person. I injoyed the thrill of the chase, but I could not allow any one to recognize me. This had always been the case, so at night I wore a ninja suit and a tradisional, long calered, black vampire cape(alot like spawns cape).

As I stood on the top of mte highest tower of my castle, I could see all that went on in the town. I simply waited and watched all that happened with my senses peaked untill I came upon something that interested my.

In one mighty motion I was surounded by a swarm of bats and within seconds was standing behind a lone woman on a vacant dark street that lead up to a dismal looking house.

"Are you lost? Perhaps I can be of asistance." I say with mischevious look in my demonic red eyes.

 

[poohlive]

When Dale awoke, he didn't think much of the warm blankets he slid beneath, caressing him with the touch of safety and comfortness. Those thoughts drifted off, much like him, to sleep once more.
It wasn't until he got a good look at his room that he nearly screamed, jumping out of the bed.
His whole body ached as he got out. It hurt, jumping up and down his spine, before settling somewhere in his lower back.
A room, but made like no other room in the world. It was like he had died and woke up in some sort of haven mansion. The room was huge, and filled with the most extravagent of things.
"Am I dead?" He called out to the empty room, almost expecting an answer. Perhaps some angel with wings would come down... or some devil with horns. One or the other, he expected those. What he didn't expect was absolutely nothing to happen.
Nothing happened.
He ran out the door, opening to a long corridor. It went on from both sides, the right eventually meeting stairs, and the left coming to a T junction. Dale ran for the stairs, still unsure just where in the hell he was.
Had it been those men? Those man after the vampire that came in? Had they taken him?
No.
He took the stairs two at a time, jumping down as fast as he could.
Someone else. He remembered, faintly. A woman, cuddling up in her arms. Someone. Someone had saved him.
"Hello?" He called out, desperate now. Nothing made sense anymore. Monsters, death, being rescued. It was beginning to roll over and over in his head, like a record that kept skipping.
"HELLO!!!"
Downstairs he ran this way and that, until at least he came to some double doors. They looked like the way out, as good as any.
He opened them up, unsure just where he was, and where he was running to.
"Help...." His word echoed in the vast darkness that laid beyond the castle.

 

[katalynn]

Not being far from the castle I call home, feating on something light. Sadly it wasn't a human, but wasn't in the mood to hunt them down just yet. The coon was good enough for the time being. Felt a disturbance within the house... Fear....

Smile came across my lips.. ahhh the scent of fear.... Aching to taste the fearful blood, still, he was poisoned not matter how I looked at it. Fangs were aching for real blood. Hid in the shadows near the door waiting for him to come out, sooner or later he would find it. Smirked to myself, the castle was like a maze, multple twists and turns, stairs here and there. Always fun to let my prey play at times.

Ahhhh there he is.. took him a reasonable amount of time. That alone says something.

"Leaving so soon... What not even a thanks or anything?"

At first the voice seemed to be in your mind, as if a concious speaking. Stunning you for a moment, making you stop in your tracks.

"And here I thought saving you would be worth the while, guess I was wrong."

Now the voice was right behind, breathing into ear as a whisper.
His scent was so intoxicating, refraining from digging my fangs deep into his throat. Growling deep inside me, fighting with myself....

"If it wasn't for me, you'd be dead by now. Such a shame those hunters don't know how to kill, even up close."

One of my nails caressed across your neck, hot breath lingers against the soft skin.

 

[Spike D. Crow]

As I stood there, my long cape blowing in the wind, I took the time to survey this wondoring girl. She was quite a find in my opinion, long grey hair, decent build, she looked to be in her early twenties, and I could tell by her scent that she was a vampire.

 

[Spike D. Crow]

"Lovely night isn't it." I say as I walk up behind the woman, a trail of grave mist following in my wake.

 

[poohlive]

Dale wanted to scream. He could feel it urge up in his throat at the voice that soothed and irriated him at the same time. He turned around, unsure just who was it that talked to him.
Had she been behind him?
He didn't notice her a moment before? Now... Now she was there, so close to him. Her eyes, had a look of both hunger and interest in them.
How could she look so beautiful and so deadly at the same time?
"I'm sorry," Dale said, taking a step back from her. Something about her made him not want to be too close. He felt... afraid. Yes, she scared him. He could admit that here, in this strange house, in the dark, as ghosts walked over his grave, yes.
He could admit that.
"You were the one who took me," Little bits and pieces came back to him. She had healed him. After the shot, after the darkness, he remembered someone pickin him up, someone helping him. She had done this.
He didn't know if it was good or not. She didn't look like the grateful type.
"I... Thank you. I don't know what I would have done without you. The... vampire," The word stung in his mouth, like he had just admitted that those little monsters in his closet were real. After tonight, he'd believe in those monsters. Hell, he'd believe in anything.
"He almost got me. The hunters? I don't know who they were, but you saved me. Thank you."
Even as he stepped back again, he was grateful of her help. Just how far did it go though? Did she save him, or did she just keep him for herself.
"Who," his voice sounded weak and falty," Who are you?"

 

[katalynn]

His fear was so intoxicating, if it wasn't for the fact that his blood was poisoned by those drugs.... Watched how he stepped back, I stood where I was, not wanting to bring any more fear into him. Not sure what it was about this one.

"Ironic really, one death saves you from another death..."

Pondered for a moment, looking over him he was pretty well build, not bad looking for a human.

"You have every right to fear me, just not tonight. I do not wish to harm you... Although the fear in you... m-m-m-m.. "

Licking my lips running my tongue slowly over the aching fangs. Deep green eyes seemed to feed off his soul as I stared into his eyes;

"I am not sure as to why I saved you, every death needs a reason... Those hunters were foolish to attempt to kill you. That to is ironic, here they can kill a vampire from miles, but can not kill another human within hands reach. Sad really... That's not to say that vampire didn't do a grand job of killing either... Almost as if he was looking for something... Or is new and doesn't know what he's doing.. "

He hadn't realized his shirt was off, exposing his upper torso fully. Had to take it off to take care of the wound. The wound must have split open as he was runnng around, the bandage was bleeding some. I could have healed it fully, but that would mean for him to take my blood, once again, I don't do that without their consent. Which is something that doesn't happen to often. One movement I was right in front him, reached out to touch the wound lightly, making him twinge in pain.

"You are still much to weak, if you so desire, you may stay here... I do have other ways of making this heal faster. Though, it would be something I doubt you would like... Anyway, there is food in the kitchen if you desire that as well.."

Stepped back with a dazed look in my eyes, he could sense I was fighting to keep control and not touch him any longer.

"I... I shall return soon, if you are here upon my return I may tell you who I am... If you are not, then well... guess you'll never know.. nor find out."

Within a heartbeat I was gone for a better hunt. His fear drove my hunger insanly impossible to control, needed human blood and it wasn't going to wait any longer.

 

[nightray]

Ramon

I look over at the window as I hear some thing hit it from out side. I frown narrowing my eyes as I let my senses move out. I narrow my eyes as I see another rock hit the window flying up from below. I then hear the voice calling me out.

I stand slowly and walk over to the window looking down at the one who calls for me. I watch her sensing that she is one of my kind. I frown wondering why she is calming down to her. As I open the window I see another walk out of the shadows behind her. I chuckle softly at his attire so flagrant it can’t be any one but the singer.

I step out on to the terrace looking down at the two who have disturbed me. I step up on to the railing stepping off of it falling to the ground. I land easily on my feet as if the drop was only a few feet not a few stories.

I look over the girl my eyes moving languidly taking every bit of her. I then look over her shoulder to the arigent one who sings of are kind throwing the truth in to the faces of the unbelieving humans. I smile slightly as I bow my head respectfully sensing that as old as I am he is older.

“So what brings you her to grace my presons.” I say in a soft voice that only they could hear any mortals lessoning would only hear what sounds like a breth of air. I never did like talking loudly I don't even like razing my voice enough for my servants to hear me.

I look back at the girl a slight frown on my lips. “As for you my dear what would you have of me that you throw stones at my window and call me out?” I tilt my head slightly my eyes locking on hers trying to discern her reasons for being hear.

 

[Spike D. Crow]

"It has been a long time since I last came upon A vampire who had lived through the age before we were hunted. The age where we walked freely among the humans and ruled over both night and day." I say as I look at the vampire who, by the smell of it, would seem to be almost half my age, "I simply thought we might ... reminis."

 

[poohlive]

Dale had to lean against the wall as soon as she left. He didn't know why, but just talking to her had drained him so. The way her eyes followed him, drilled into him, her skin so cold, and yet so inviting. It had weakened him, as if he were fighting to keep his will intact.
Was she a vampire? Did he hear that right? After tonight, he would believe her. He would believe anything she said.
The question was, did he trust her?
No.
She wanted something from him. Her attitude, her lust, something made his stay here not completely voluntary. She had said he could leave though.
Did he dare? When he was this close to something so amazing? A beautlful woman, an age of vampires? He wanted to go back to his old life of working at a convenience store and smoking pot every night?
It was a boring life, but it was safe as well. She might eat him. She might just suck him bone dry, and no one would ever hear from Dale again? It's a possibility. Not a very likely one, but it was.
She had saved him. Part of it might have been selfish, but she had saved him. He owed her that much.
Dale walked back inside. He went to the kitchen, finding it on the first floor. He wasn't hungry, but thirsty. A large glass of milk satisfied him, and he went to the stairs, sitting down.
He'd wait.
He had a feeling that he wanted to talk to her as much as she did to him.
His side hurt more, and he winced, holding it. Blood oozed out of the fresh bandage. She would need to help him grow stronger too.

 

[katalynn]

Sadly there wasn't much out tonight, just random teens from the concert were roaming around. Their scent filled my scenses, feeding my need and hunger. Spotted an older guy running through the park, he looked he was running from something or like he did something. It was hard to tell, but there was some fear in him.

Followed him for sometime till he got far enough from the city to catch his breath. I didn't see anything following, nor did I see any sign that he did wrong. It did not matter, slipped up from behind and right when he was about to turn around I held onto him, pinning his arms with one hand. Other hand caressing his neck at first, tracing the vein that was taunting me. With one movement his blood was flowing hot into my body, every nerve waking up. I held onto him till his heart was no longer, his struggle was no longer. Sat there a moment relishing in the taste and refreshed energy, seems like it has been longer than three days.

Put my focus on the castle to see if he had left or not, felt some presence there. Still slight fear, not nearly as much.

Why did I save him? It felt like the thing to do, did I do right by saving him? Will he find out what he can then come hunt me down later.... It was like something told me to save him, well I can hope that he is worth saving...... If worse comes to worse I will kill him, or make him into a playmate..... It seems like theres more to him though, just can't pin it...

Basically arguing with my head in what I should do with him, maybe I'll just play with his mind some, make him think one thing and then feed off him... Playing is fun..
I saw him sitting on the stair way upon my return, the bandage was seeping more blood, which kind of irritated me because I knew I closed it better than that.

"So it seems you chose to stay, first lets get that bandage and wound cleaned up. I am not sure why it is bleeding like that."

Indicated for him to follow me back to the bedroom, he was hesistant at first only to slowly follow shortly. Told him to sit at the little table as I got clean bandages and other needed things.

"So, since I told you I would tell you who I am if you stayed.... My name is Moldavia..... Not sure exactly what you wish to know, so any question I will answer.... Well depending on the question."

Now that you were able to see me better, you noticed that my hair was silver with red highlights reaching to the middle of my back in massive thick waves. Tall long legs covered in black latex pants with knees high boots. Latex haltertop hugging all the right curves, firm, good size bust with a really nice cleavage. Deep green eyes that would peirce into his soul. Figure and pale skin was outlined with a leather duster that reached to the ground flaring ope at my feet.

"There that looks much better, hopefully it wasn't to painful for you.. It should not break open this time, assuming you don't go running around again."