Things that go bump in the night

[ARaynes]

Lamia




OOC: This is a role-play about vampires, witches, and other mysteries of the world. You are welcome to join.

IC: Lamia looked out the window at the dreary night contiplating going to hunt for food. Perhaps tonight she would feel like a nice petite young girl about the age she was when she was embraced. Or a handsome man with a little bit more of a challenge. Either way, she was hungry, but her thoughts made her wonder if it were just for dinner. Something else out in the dark called her name.

 

[ARaynes]

Lamia

OOC: 5'6". 130 lbs, beautiful red hair, blue eyes that you could see forever in. She is wise beyond the age she looks (24) yet still niave in some ways.
She was embraces by one named Alexander Stronghue. He was a very handsome man and she was very much in love with him. He would always say how they were destined to be together, but an accident of major proportion took him out of her life in a flash. She doesn't remember much. The car that was coming towards him as he pulled out of her drive was speeding, but by the time she saw it his car was already in the way and the collision was there. She misses him deeply so she stays to herself except to feed.

 

[Lyonhart42]

I like to play your pray, It sounds fun...*wicked grin*

 

[Dark Warrior]

How's about this...

OOC: I'd love to join as a zealous vampire hunter, if you'll have me... (I'm not quite sure of the time frame for this, so could you tell me? Thanks.)

Name: Daeron
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Height: 6'0
Build: Wiry
Hair: Brown with streaks of grey
Eyes: Cloudy Green
Appearance: Daerons' harmless appearance (He looks somewhat older than he is, and somewhat like the "English gentleman" sort of look, complete with bushy grey moustache) hides a fierce warrior. Hidden in the confines of his coat (And even his cross) are deadly weapons (Type of weapons depends on time frame) used to fight those that defile nature and God. His gaze is intense nearly to the point of being unnatural.
Personality: Very serious and proper. He is quiet and always thoughtful.
Bio: When he was 16, he was the sole survivor of a vampire attack. Whilst he did not know those who were killed, the sheer horror of the scene was enough to make him swear vengeance upon those who did it. Since then he has travelled the globe, doing his messy work world-wide.

 

[ARaynes]

OOC:The time is modern. And yes, welcome both of you. Oh, someone to hunt me. WOO HOO.

IC:Today she thought she would walk. Night air always made her feel young again. After living 500 years she had seen a lot and youth was somthing she longed for. The niavity of it. She grabbed her handbag and headed for the night club district of town. There should be good prey there.

When she arrived she decided to go to one club that looked particuarly busy. That way no one would really notice her. Her kind were very rarely noticed unless if something was looking for them but there was always that chance.

"Seems like there are a lot of lonely people sitting at the bar tonight." she thought looking around.

After about fifteen minutes she found what she was looking for. There was her dinner! Or was it?

 

[Abraxas Winterlight]

OOC: well, i'm her prey IRL ( i'm married to her at least), so in this one I'll be hunting her cute little rear!

IC: Nightclubs are the best hunting grounds I have found yet for the vermin that feeds on humanity. The loud music, the rythmic swaying & gyrating of young bodies throwing themselves to & fro in search of a moment's passion, a minute of burning desire is just what they are looking for. And I have a special way of finding them, as I am one of the "Gifted". I know what is in their minds because I can go there. wading neck-deep in their bloodlust & hunger before they even spill a drop of a poor unsuspecting soul's blood. This club is no different from the others. The same children showing their charms. A perfect breast flashed teasingly as a young girl sways to the throbbing beat, a touch, a kiss, & a promise made in a second on the dance floor. Cattle for the Leeches, thats what these children are. As I start on my second beer of the night ( musn't overindulge, you DO remember what happened last time you did), I pick up that familiar cold presence of one of the Soulless. I turn to the door & see a magnificent specimine of waman/girlhood enter. Magnificent except for one thing, her aura is blood, only blood. My prey has arrived.

 

[ARaynes]

Lamia

OOC: I need some prey. Where are you my platter? hehe

IC:Something just doesn't seem right tonight. In there air there is the smell of anger. I am not sure what is wrong, but there is something out there.

 

[Merelan]

OOC Never played a thread like this, mind if I join? If you do, just shrug my character off and I will understand.

IC:

Watching from the bar, determined to make the grade here, and knowing I was not going to. There was no way I could compete with the pros here. I was just out of college, broke, hungry, and alone. Without a college degree I was headed no where. And I was without my degree. Damned by my honesty. A corrupt professor with too much power over us girls. I had thought the world was like my hometown, and it wasn't. Going before the board, denied my justice, and degree. Brnaded as a liar and a troublemaker, so denied any entrance elsewhere. So here I was. Waiting tables at my third bar. Having tried the family restaraunts, but I didn't have the fee it took to get my name in. So now I was here, my first night. This was low, but it offered free food, and a small, disgusting room above in, exchange for the job. Money? I was paid in tips. My home town was small, and never having been in a bar before college, I didn't understand city ways. People here were strange, different.
Only 22, long brown hair, a petite frame and slender hips. Not enough bosom to make the grade. Wondering if I should have "stuffed" like the other girl, Wanda had suggested.
My name? Oh, I am Fella, but... does that even matter? Do you even notice me with all the loud, brazen, big chested women about? Or the men with tight pants and lust in their eyes?
And she enters. So sure, so firm. her eyes scanning the place, looking over me. But for once I beat the others.

"May I show you to a table, get a drink? Something to snack on perhaps?"

 

[ARaynes]

Lamia

Leaning in close to whisper into the waitresses ear "I would like a table, sort of out of the way," breathing in her fragrance, "as long as you are the one waiting on me."

She is such a lovely creature, but seems not sure of her self. Pitty, she may be too much of a pushover. Perhaps, she would make a good companion. I do miss having someone there. My poor Alexander, how I miss you so.

Leaning back up I give her a grin, letting her know that I have every intention of getting her

 

[Merelan]

"I would like a table, sort of
out of the way," I tremble at her voice, it seems to pierce me. "as long as you are the one waiting
on me." Too sure, as she struts behind me, I can sense her. A bitch, the worst kind. Taking her to a corner table, nodding off Wanda, who eyes the woman I am with with a ... trace of fear? Why? Does she know her?

"What may I bring you Ma'm? A drink perhaps? hungry? Or.." leaning in... Swallowing and remembering the words they had told me. "Companionship?" Knowing, and hating the blush I felt ascend my face. But I would be damned if she saw me shake.

 

[Abraxas Winterlight]

IC: There she is. She looks like anyone else here, a brilliant star in a roomfull of suns entertwining. I don't really fit in, I guess thats why both seats next to me are vacant. I'm a nondescript guy, long black hair pulled into a ponytail, green eyes, average height (5'10"). I'm wearing jeans, a dark shirt & a well-worn leather jacket.
She enters like she owns this place, & who knows, she very well may. She is immediately the center of attention, & one pretty liitle thing gets to her first. They exchange pleasentries & she is shown a table. At least thats what normals see. I see her cast her blood-red thread to her prey, & in my inner eyes she is leashed to her as surely as a fisherman reeling in his first catch.

 

[ARaynes]

Lamia

"Please do, sit, and have a drink. You are such a lovely woman, and I could use some companionship as you put it."

That nagging presence is bothering me again. Looking around I see a man in a leather jacket eyeing my prey, no, it is me he is eyeing. Why?

Turning back to Fella "I am sorry, I don't believe I caught your name. I am Lamia."

 

[Merelan]

I srtutter and blush deeper.

"I am Fella, but.. I .. I can't sit with you. I am not for sale. I mean, not for companionship." Lookign anywhere but at her eyes, for they draw me to her.

"Is there anything you would like to drink?" No andswer. She is looking off, at a man. Yes, I am used to that.
"A drink Ma'm? Anything?" Almost pleading, for if she didnt[ order, I had to pay for her seat, and I had made no money yet.

 

[ARaynes]

Lamia

"I didn't mean to purchase you. You see I am new here. I have this feeling you are from here, and so I thought you could let me know some things. I will double what you will make here tonight."

Pulling out what would be pocket change to me, but surely some good cash to her, "Here, would this be sufficient?"

She is not looking at me, but trying to avoid me. "I am sorry, my child. I have been too forward. Please forgive me. I .....it has just been so long since I lost my one and true friend."

 

[Merelan]

Fella:

"I didn't mean to purchase you. You see I am new here. I have this feeling you
are from here, and so I thought you could let me know some things. I will double
what you will make here tonight." I watched as she pulled out more money then I had ever seen. Enough to buy my freedom from this life.

"Here, would this be sufficient?" Sufficient? She knew I could not say no. I needed her money, badly.

"I am sorry, my child. I have
been too forward. Please forgive me. I .....it has just been so long since I lost my
one and true friend."

One true friend? Meeting her eyes for the first time, and seeing, behind the pride, the surety... a lost soul. Lonely, like me.

"I. I am Fella. I am new here, but would like to help you, if I can. For I am college educated." Flaunting the only thing I had. Taking in a deep breath, and setting the tray down. Swallowing hard again. "I would like a friend." Unsure of what I was doing, and why she wanted me. With a wave of her hand, or that wad of cash. She could have anyone.

 

[ARaynes]

Lamia

"Nice to meet you, now that you are not needed elsewhere. Who should we get to get our drink? Excuse me, Wanda! Get me a glass of merlot, and for the lady, whatever she will have."

I eye the man again. He seems to be watching me too intently for my taste.

"Tell me, Fella, do you know the young man over there?" pointing him out to her.

 

[Merelan]

Fella:

Wanda moves off without my order, nodding to the Lady. Lamia?

I turn to the man. No, he was unknown to me.

"No milady. But, I am new here, and do not know the clients. Wanda might. She seems to know many here." Wanting to finish with, including you.
But I see him watching, sipping his drink slowly. his eyes burning even from this distance. Eyeing her closely.

 

[ARaynes]

Lamia

"Your an educated woman? In what feild?" I ask as I turn back to Fella. I have yet to decide if I should make her my prey or my confidant. She seems nervous.

Being the forward person that I am, "Are you nervous, dear?" Looking into her eyes, "You have no need to be nervous around me. I don't really bite hard."

 

[Merelan]

Fella:

"Your an educated woman? In what feild?"

"Me? I studied History. Ancient Europeon."

"Are you nervous, dear?" She met my eyes, and again I could not look away.

"You have no need to be nervous around me. I don't really bite hard."

Breaking away, I met the man's. "Who is he?"



OOC:

Dang... I have to head in to work. Sorry. if you need you can chase her away to her room, or we can continue off and on.

 

[Abraxas Winterlight]

Caleb:

Damn, I must have been paying too close of attention, both of them are looking at me. Well, I have done this before, so I put on my best "buzzing & horny" leer on my face & look both women over, taking a big swig of my beer ( with the opening covered of course, this is NOT the time to get actually tipsy!).

 

[Abraxas Winterlight]

Lamia

OOC: I like the way this is going. I say we just do it on and off when we get chances. Until we meet again.

IC:

"I am not sure of who he is, but my friend, I would say to practice caution with him. He doens't look like the type to be messed with."

Saying this, I push her hair back to again see her lovely face.

 

[ARaynes]

Lamia

OOC:The above post was supposed to be on my name but for some reason it will not allow me to delete it off his name. WEIRD.
Anyway, yes, we will wait for your return. I like the way this is going.

IC:

"I am not sure of who he is, but my friend, I would say to practice caution with him. He doens't look like the type to be messed with."

Saying this, I push her hair back to again see her lovely face.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Daeron

My eyes slowly adjusted to the dim lighting of the night club, and my ears to the dull throb of music. My eyes looked quickly over the patrons, and I realised I must look out of place amongst all these youngsters. Most nights I did a cruise among the local bars and clubs to try and find that which I hunted. The foul ones who defile the will of God.
My vision settled on a familiar figure: Caleb. He too was a Hunter, and he seemed to have an un-natural ability to be in the right place at the right time. Perhaps he was here... on business. It looked like he had not yet seen me, his gaze somewhere over the other side of the room.
Deciding I would wait and see what Caleb was up to, I made my way towards a nearby vacant table, seating myself. I attracted a few sideways glances from the patrons of the club, but nothing more.

 

[ARaynes]

Lamia

That man disturbs me. I am not so sure about him but I feel that he is trouble. I feel he is not out to get my prey, but I am not sure why he was starring. He seems to have taken to glancing elsewhere, but he is not drinking so he is here for something other than alcoholic nourishment.

 

[Merelan]

"I am not sure of who he is, but my friend, I would say to practice caution with
him. He doens't look like the type to be messed with." And then again she pushed my hair out of the way. I gasped, her hand. Without thought I took it in mine, rubbing it.

"You are so chilled, and pale. Are you not well?" Then swiftly dropped it. My natural instincts were to nuture and care for people, but she was a stranger, and no doubt thought me odd.

Wanda returned with our drinks, mine was juice. She winked as she turned away. Ducking my head I realized what she thought. That I had only played the innoccent when she had explained the way things worked here. When I was paid for my companionship, the bar got 80%. Is this what the Lady, Lamia wanted? It didn't seem it to me. Again I noticed her paleness.

"Are you sure you should not have something to eat, or something warm to sip?" That man was leering again, but now I knew why. He wanted Lamia. That was obvious. Well, if she changed her mind and went with him, I was through. There was no going back for me now, once I had sat down, I had labeled myself as a companion. The rules were different then, and it also meant i was free to the barkeep and owner.