Immortal

[TaintedHeart]

Katherine Johnson, or Kitty, as everyone called her knew what truly stalked the streets of Los Angeles. Past the gangs, the theives, the muggers and rapists were things beyond the imaging of normal people. Vampires, Werewolves, Demons. And how did she know. It was in her blood, her family's tradition. It started a ways back, with a vampire woman, pregnant before the change. So came her mother, born of a vampire, and instantly they were pulled in. To a group of people called Rainwakes, watchers of these vampires, werewolves and demons. They never interferred, no, not commonly. Kitty knew this, as she rose through the ranks of the Rainwakes. But they went out, gathered information. Vampires were the most common of those that they came by. And Katherine knew for a fact that they could only interact breifly. These immortals would not harm them, but the Rainwakes needed information on them, and that was the only way. They were not allowed to associate or anything else of the sort with these creatures, and were to keep their where abouts and beings unknown to the public. Often, the Rainwakes would cover for the immortals.

Despite this 'no interaction' policy, Kitty knew she was different from other Rainwakes. She knew she was different from normal humans, and for good. She was a telepath. She could 'read minds', use telekinesis, the entire thing. And the more she learned about these immortals, the more she felt that she belonged with them. She never knew her mother, or knew her vampiric grandmother, who for a fact, was still living an immortal life with her appearance of a twenty nine year old. Kitty herself was nineteen.

Tall, with long, dark hair, commonly spiraling to her shoulders, making way for deep cerulean eyes, light skin, and fair features. If anything, she held a lovely hour glass shape, with proper curves of her body where they were do. Night seemed her most common of time, where she ventured to places. Cafes, Clubs, Alleys, any place to spot a Immortal. Unknown to her, and the Rainwakes, the Immortals were looking for her as well. Because she was different. Tonight, it seemed, they'd set it all up, just for her.

This club was new, or so she'd heard. She'd dressed herself in a small strapped, black leather shirt, which exposed much of that flat stomach area, and a short red skirt, exposing in equal long, smooth legs for the eyes of other. Her apartment was but a short travel away from this club, but on the way there, just passing the back alley which was the back entrance, she heard a scream. She knew interferrence was not tolerated, but she disliked the idea of the death of other mortals like her..and she still longed to even get a glimps of one of the immortals. So breaking into a run, Kitty turned the corner, unsure of what would meet her eyes on the other side.

 

[ariosto]

He didn't go to nightclubs very much. They were a part of the present that had little appeal to him. The smoke, the noise, the lights might have attracted him when he was young but that was oh so long ago.
Tonight though was different. A friend had asked to meet him there. A friend carrying something of great value. A friend that he would, unfortunately, have to kill before dawn broke.

He'd left a fire burning in the fireplace of his penthouse apartment, he'd left a good book and a warm cognac on the mahogany coffee table. Sinbad the big persian cat was probably now curled up in the easy chair enjoying the warmth while he walked the chilly nine blocks to Saphire's Den.

It was still fairly early and many were on the streets. People looked at him. He'd long since learned to live with that. He no longer wore dark glasses to conceal his eyes. He was taller than anyone he encountered, his smooth skin was pale as old ivory, his silver white hair brushing the shoulders of his black overcoat.
A commanding presence yet he moved like a wraith through the night.
Inside his shirt, Taped to his arm was the stiletto he'd use later on. He could kill without it of course in any number of ways but that would only attract attention to his kind and there was too much of that already. It had to look like a mortal hit and not something from a horror film.

Santiago Ryall was a skilled assasin. Santiago Ryall was also a vampyre, a very old and experienced one. He'd walked the streets of many cities in many lands just as he was doing tonight, sometimes in search of prey sometimes in search of targets.
This was just another job. He'd rather be home reading that book...

The scream came sheering through the night as he paused to light a Dunhill on the corner of Stuyvesant and Ninth.
It came from an alley two blocks down. He had no business interfering but there was a telltale tone to this scream, he'd heard many like it, too many. It wouldn't be the first time he'd have to clean up someone else's mess.
He sighed and slipped into the darkness, distance evaporating like smoke around him.

He saw her as soon as he turned the corner and she'd seen him. They stood at opposite ends of the alley in dim pools of light from the street lamps. She was female, mortal and very lovely. In stark contrast to the grotesquely twisted and ravaged body that lay in a lake of blood midway between them....

 

[TaintedHeart]

Sometimes, Kitty wondered what in the world was passing through her mind. She was unique, yes, different. Much different from other mortals. But she wondered what she was thinking, so blindly running around actually seeking out these immortals. True, when it came to Rainwakes, they never seemed to hurt them. And she knew for a fact that she was safe as long as she was still under such a power's wing. But truly, Kitty had never considered the dangers of it all.

Perhaps she simply had a hard head, she never seemed to like listening much at all. And several of the higher powers told her not to go looking, but to observe from a distance. One could never be too sure. She made them seem like they were animals or something. Would that make her, the grand daughter of one of them, a animal as well?

Undoubtfully, she wasn't paying much attention to that. Twice over, she was sure whatever vampyric blood her mother may have been lucky to gain from her abnormal birth hadn't managed to find it's way into her blood stream. Perhaps it had, and that may very well explain some of her extraordinary abilities. And Kitty, much like every other mortal, could only wish for such a gift. She was young, and naive. Just like every other mortal.
An eternity to live, Kitty did not seem to notice just how much of a curse it could be. She may have seen it, none the less, as a mere fantasy, something that would never happen. Not while the Rainwakes were with her, they most certainly would not allow that. But she wondered how her grandmother, if she even knew who she was, or where she was, may have seen it. Perhaps she'd think she too belonged in such a family, a family of immortals? That seemed something she would likely never find out.

Relative or not, when her mother had given her to the Rainwakes, she'd wanted to be sure that Kitty would never have to know what lie in her past. So even now, they kept the identity of her mother and grandmother from her. She knew absolutely nothing of them, which was something that bothered her. That may be as well another reason she went looking for immortals. Perhaps she could learn something of her family from them.

But time for action and time for thought soon faded as Kitty snapped back. Back to that place, back to the corner. And she walked, so carefully and slowly around it, clearing her mind, prepared to use it to the fullest of her abilities if she needed so.
Her slender, soft fingers played absentmindedly with the edge of that red skirt she wore, focusing her eyes as best she could as the slowly raising light gave her a dim view of what was around this corner.

And so she stood, frozen to the spot, those wide, deep cerulean eyes gazing on yet another at the end of this alley, through the dimlit, white rays shed from the street lamps above. But just the same, the color red came into vision. And slowly she drew her head down, ignoring the strands of that long, spiraled dark hair that took in that lake of blood there. She'd known no immortals to be as clumsy with their work, as foolish as this, but it was a sight that nearly made her regretting walking into this alley.

As the blood spread still more and more, separating into tiny rivers which began a flow toward her, she'd taken an unsure step back, her eyes pinned there upon the gnarled frame of what she assumed may have been another mortal. It wasn't good for her to become so frightened and shaken like this. She knew that she may very well loose control over that telekinesis, and the last thing she needed was the media going after her, or she exposing the immortals. That may very well break the good ties between them and the Rainwakes.

Her eyes rose slowly, once more, to fall upon that of the man at the end of the alley. Silvery white hair, pale skin, Kitty was no fool. She recognized a vampyre when she saw one. Again, another step back, only not watching where she was going. And perhaps it was that of natural instinct to flee, but not as she did. She winced when she'd realized her mistake, having stepped right into a hole, twisting her ankle lightly. Enough to leave it smarting she knew, and giving her second thoughts about running. Not into the crowd, no, she may draw too much attention. But for now, it seemed, she needed to shake the confusion and fright which stirred up her mind, unable to tear her gaze from that of the vampyre at the other end of the alley.

 

[ariosto]

He spoke in a whisper, though she heard him clearly.
Wolves work this.

He sensed the woman shuddering within at those words. He also sensed that she was one of the 'Tweens', aware of what a 'wolf outbreak' could mean to the City.
She was taboo for him to harmand lethal for him to feed, though the sight of the warm blood before him sent rolling pangs of hunger through his body.

My kind leave no messes like this. You know that.

The girl nodded and stepped back out of the shadows and into the wan light of the street.

He could now see that she was tall and quite good looking. Dressed for an evening out on the town. He wondered why she was not escorted by some fawning young man. Why was she walking these streets at night.
Another thought crossed his mind.

Are you a prostitute?

Santiago sensed her bridling at the question, her anger.

He smiled, Sorry, just wondered why you were alone. The streets as you can see aren't safe.

She'd started to walk away but she found the tall stranger suddenly by her side.
Startled, she looked up into his face, into eyes the color of moon shadows.

'I think I'd better walk you to wherever your going." He said in a voice soft and strangely accented.
"And where might that be, Miss....?"