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| Chanel | Jun 3 2009, 02:15 AM Post #1 |
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21:05:59 Chanel watched in amusement the humans around her. The regulars were aware of her, of course, but many were not. The music in the nightclub was strong. She could feel the beat through her shoes. But she was quickly growing bored with this lot, tapping slender fingers upon the arm of the couch. She let out a breath and slowly showed up, disappearing into the crowd. And a crowd it was. At five-hundred people strong, it was a place to be reconed with. She moved swiftly through the crowd, seeking out the most beautiful of her patrons, her eyes lighting up when she found one to her liking. She slowed her pace, and tapped the human on the shoulder. "Please messire, you have to help me." She seemed to say, her tone pleading. The human turned around, and stared. She reached up with slender digits, and placed it on his chest, turning her head to look towards the back rooms. Biting her lip, she gave him a hopeful look and then smiled secretly as he followed her, satisfied that the human was content to do her bidding. Seemin 21:06:23 [Chanel] Seeming to glide through the crowd, she pushed open the door and pulled him in with her. She reveled in his masculinity as he slammed her frail seeming body to the wall, and she pulled him in close. "Messire, you're so strong.." She kissed along his neck, and closed the door with her heels just as her arm wrapped around his waist. He groaned against her as two tiny fangs pierced his neck and she began to drink. A few minutes later, she was letting him go, and watched dispassionately as he fell to the floor unconscious. "Messire created a mess.." She said with feined shock, and pulled out a fan, snapping it with a wrist as she fanned herself. Stepping over the body, she touched up her makeup and made her way back over to the door just as bonded-humans came in to clean up. 21:10:42 [Dean_Walt] I woke up with a start, my eyes seemed wide open. I glanced around the room, it was a mess and it seemed to me like whoever was in here trashed the place. It was a regular shitty apartment, so there was really nothing lost by the mess. My hands came to my face, a different sensation, I expected warm cheeks, I was met with cold smooth. I paused, was I breathing? I took in a deep breath and exhailed. My insides felt, solid, like I could stand in front of a bus and stop it with one hand. My eyes glanced around the room, I picked up on the scent of dust and dirt mixed with last nights perfume, a women. Suddenly realization washed over me like cold water tipped on you're head in the morning. I slowly stood up, I couldn't get used to the feeling of this kind of strength, but there was a lingering taste in my mouth, like I was thirsty, beyond thirsty. I walked over to the wall and pressed my han dto it lightly, a small groan escaped and then with a little more pressure, it cracked and broke, "What the hell... (C) 21:15:44 [Dean_Walt] (c) what is...I..." I rubbed my forehead, a great headache the size of the grand canyon was thumping away up stairs, again I hadn't breathed for a while. In reality not that long but for the average breath it wa slike I was holding my breath over and over on 30 second intervals, like I had to remember to breath. I coughed at the nagging thirst in my throat. I glanced out the window of the city apartment, there was a young women in an apartment across the road, she was about to sit down for soemthing to eat, she seemed tired and, that's not all I could see it, feel it, her pulse. On her neck, a sudden wash of lust came over me and I felt like kickiing the window through and jumping over, wait, wait! Jump!? What the hell is wrong with me, I must be dreaming or something. I rushed to the bathroom and looked into the dirty mirror, "What is happening!" Upon seeing my reflection I stare long and hard at the pale face that looked back at me, "Oh my god....what did she do to me!" I rolled up my sleeves and looked (c) 21:22:30 [Dean_Walt] (c) for puncture wounds possibly brought on from a drug induced coma. I must have something wrong with me, something! I suddnely glanced back to my face and suddenly got a flash of what happened last night, laughing, moaning, pain, screaming, lust, exstocy! Her face, I could see it, she was beattiful beyond measure. Her head bowed down to my neck and then, "What the fuck!?" My hand went to my neck instinctivly before I rushed out of the room fast, real fast. I was out of the door and wandering into the crowd before you could say Fright Night. (e) 21:30:37 [Raye] She was new to this city, though that was not a new thing for her. She was alone, also not a new thing. Though she had several regular travel companions, Raye often found herself drifting from the pack, venturing off on her own. There was nothing dramatic in her reasonings, she bore no grudge against people, she just liked going at her own pace and her pace meant skipping town every few weeks. There were not many who could live a life like that, especially one who had a life so long as hers, but it was the way that she preferred it. Perhaps it was due to the things that had happened when she was human, but she did not think about that, pushed the thought out of her mind before she could fully think it. It was stupid to dwell on things long gone, and she never understood those who did as such. She wore a pair of dark boots, olive green pants, and a black tank shirt with a military issue duffle bag slung over her shoulder. She only appeared to be in her late teens, though she'd been around much longer. Her hair 21:30:58 [Raye] was put up into a bun, parts of it sticking in every direction, crimson eyes scanning the area around her. First things first, she would need a place to stay, somewhere cheap, somewhere noone would pay her much attention. Scanning the area around her, her eyes zeroed in on a man who seemed to be having something of a break down, and from the smell of him she knew exactly which kind. Reaching out as she passed, she grabbed Dean by the back of the collar and started dragging him without a word, heading for the closest alleyway. 21:49:41 Chanel chewed on her lip as she walked within the confines of the club again, heavily lidded and sated of the blood. She could feel it moving within her, rejuvinizing her, giving her the energy she needed to move. The pallor of her marble flesh was gone, her eyes gleaming. She was quickly growing bored with the nightlife scene, even as she squeezed through the press of bodies. She attempted to remain clear, and as she came out of the otherside, she glanced back to the crowd she had left. She was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and stilleto heels, a black halter top hugging her every curve, leaving her shoulders bare. Her hair was tousled but otherwise in pristine shape, her nails painte red. "Ma'am, are you too young to be in here?" She felt a hand upon her arm, and ice blue eyes peered up into the tall musclar frame of the security staff. She smiled, shaking her head. "No, I am of age." And probably older than you, your mother, and your grandparents combined.. she mused. But she kept that to herself. Pull 21:50:00 [Chanel] Pulling back, the man was suprised by her strength. "Messire, I will escort myself out. " She flipped her hair over her shoulder, the smile dropping from her face as her back turned, her hips moving as she made her way towards the exit. |
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