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Topic Started: Jun 6 2009, 12:14 AM (190 Views)
Joe

09:34:01 [`Joe] Light, airy music pumped through the tiny speakers that were postitioned around the little book store/bistro. Customers wandered through the man isle's of books or stood in line for the latest treat to satisfy thier palets. The crimson haired woman stood behind the counter and watched it all. It had been six months since she packed up and moved to the beautiful country and opened her little shop. And so far, everything seemed to be going good. She was already out of the black with the bankers and was turning a profit that she hadnt expected to be already. She guessed it had to do with she was the only place for miles that stayed open twenty four hours a day. It was late evening now, around ten pm, and she had just gotten started. There were so many things to be done. New orders to be proccessed, books to be shelved. Paychecks to be issued. She was frazzled with it all on the inside. But outside was the calm exterior. She could do this. She'd been doing it. -----

09:34:05 [`Joe] Dropping the pen she had clutched in her hand, she looked up to address the customer that had been trying to get her attention for the last couple minutes. "Oh um. Yes, actually, we do. Let me show you." The man had wanted to know if they had a new age section. Books on the occult had been his goal. Stepping from around the counter, she moved to the far isle and led him to the books he was looking for. "Everything your looking should be here. If it's not, let me know and I can place a seperate order for them." He nodded and went about his business, leaving her to her own devices. Walking back to the counter, she looked around before smiling. Everything was going great. More then great. Grabbing herself a cup of coffee, she positioned herself back behind the counter and went about her work. Always with the work.


10:14:21 Scott_Masterson had been following the redhead for almost an hour, for no purpose other than boredom and the fact that stalking had become somewhat of a hobby in the last year. Somehow the feeding was enhanced when he knew a little something about his victim, even if it was just the sound of their voice or what their hobbies were. He supposed it was the anticipation that did it. He had followed as she made her way through various shops, and listened to the small talk she had made with store clerks. He had already gathered that she was bilingual, and a tourist judging from the slight southern accent she had when speaking english. His former self would have liked her. And not just because of that vibrant red dress that showed off her legs, or the model-caliber curly hair that drew looks from many a passerby. It was also the kindness he had witnessed from her. She had stopped twice to give some Euro's to beggars...people almost identical to what he had been in life. She had a sense of both innocence and arrogance somehow, <

10:14:24 Scott_Masterson flaunting her looks with that overconfident walk he had been studying since first spotting her. He had already decided not to kill her, very much aware that killing each person he fed from would quickly amount to a stack of corpses and a public panic--something the vampire Aemilius had made clear was unacceptable when they had initially met. He leaned against one of the black streetlights as she entered a store marked 'The Blue Dreams', what looked like a bookstore/bistro combination. He had not pegged her for a reader, more likely a model/party-girl who had not touched a book since highschool. Even as a vampire, presumptions were often dead wrong. He flicked away the cigarette and followed after a moment, pulling open the door and stepping inside the quaint store. He nodded to the clerk behind the counter, an attractive girl with equally red hair, and began browsing the bookshelves as he watched his victim in his peripheral vision.


10:30:39 Nexxus yawns a little, more out of boredom than actual tiredness, before snapping shut a book he'd been toting for about three hours. It was already done. Then again, he'd read it atleast a dozen times. Sometimes having eternity can be rather boring. But no matter, the sun was down, the night was young, and there are only a few places in Paris that are both open late, and allow a person to order speciality books. So the choice in the matter was rather slim, and he soon pulls on clothing more suited for nightly persuits; darkly colored pants and matching button-down shirt, an ornate gold-chain with a set of symbols along with the same slicked back hair and slate-grey eyes that make him look both boyish and far older than his early 20s demand. But, of course, he's far older than that. But now, he's out and about, deep out in the night, heading towards a bookstore that he'd heard about on passing a few nights ago. But he steps into the brightly lit store, and blinks at the crowds. Aah, see, he didn't know <C>

10:32:35 Nexxus <C> that it was also a bristo. "Well now... It seems that the Paris nightlife as more than one incarnation." He says under his breath, before smiling politely and holding the door open for a couple as they leave before resuming his way inside with a slight gant that denotes a rich status compared to those around him, though he doesn't care to flaunt it like his more... mortal counterparts. Being secretive is the name of the game, as they say.


10:37:39 [`Joe] People moved in and out of her little shop with purchases of books or food and drink. None of it mattered to her. As long as they continued to be paying customers, she was happy. The door was left open, letting in the breezy night air to cool down the other wise steamy place down. She'd forgotten to call the repair man for the ac and jotted down a reminder for it to do it in the morning. Lifting the go cup to her lips, she lifted her eyes and watched the woman with the same derastic color of hair as her waltz in. Shaking her head, she scolled herself for judging. People were like books and she'd always told herself not to judge them by their outter cover. Still, the woman looked like she belonged on a runway and not in a bookstore. Yet, as she went for the bistro counter instead, she grinned and nodded to herself. No matter how much she tried not to judge people, she was usually right about them. Her attention was once again snagged as the gruff looking male walked in a couple moments after the woman----

10:37:45 [`Joe] and headed for the book section of the store. Tapping the pen against her chin, she decided to actually do some customer interaction instead of having everyone else do it. Setting the pen and the coffee off to the side, she stood from the wheeled chair and headed over towards the man with a smile drancing over her lips. "Can I help you find something?" she asked, blue eyes flickering over his form for a moment before resting on his face. Turning away from him for only a moment, she watched the next crowd of people pouring through the door. A smile and a nod was given to them all before she returned her attentions to the man infront of her.

10:50:16 Scott_Masterson studied the books lined up in front of him with zero interest, not even intrigued by the vampiric nature of many of them. he had given up searching for clues about his kind in media long ago, and found the very fact that such works were published almost insulting. More often than not it was obvious that the authors had no real idea what they were talking about. even the Anne Rice books he had enjoyed in highschool seemed laughable now that he had first-hand experience. Despite the direction of his gaze and the single finger moving from book to book, all attention was on the girl he had been following, and to a lesser extent the one behind the counter. For all the annoyances that coming to France had produced, he had to admit--it had some of the best looking women he had ever seen, in life or otherwise. He watched the peripheral form of his victim head for the bistro portion of the shop, smiling only very slightly as his <

10:50:18 Scott_Masterson initial estimation of her personality was confirmed. Of course she hadn't come for the literature. Though that in itself was a good thing. It took far less time to eat a bagel than to read a book, and he had no intention of waiting around for hours for her to leave. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of light footsteps approaching behind him, and then the rather silky voice addressing him. He turned to face the clerk and realized his initial glance had failed to fully notice just how gorgeous the woman was, perhaps even moreso than the one he had been following. Only in France could one find a 'supermodel' hawking books and muffins for a living. He let his eyes lock on hers for a long moment--a practiced gesture of attraction that had pulled more than a few females into his web in the past. " Oh, just browsing thanks. But I do know I won't be getting any of these..." he gestured to the row of vampire-themed books <

10:50:24 Scott_Masterson onthe shelf ahead of him. "I'd have nightmares for a week." The smile that followed was quite obviously not due to the sheepish nature he was currently projecting.


11:32:35 [`Joe] A smile danced over her lips at his words and she shook her head. "I cannot believe a man as yourself would be affraid of make believe tales about things to do not exist." Of course she knew they did. She hunted them on a nightly basis. Killed as many as she could. But speaking like that to a complete stranger was not something she made a practice of. "Well if you do need anything, just let me know." Another quick smile was offered before she made her way towards the bistro section of the building to check on everything there. She had all the faith in the world for the workers she had choosen to hire, but she liked to make sure everything was running smoothly. Slipping behind the counter, she smiled to the young woman that maned it before going to the register and printing out a daily report. Going over the days totals, she nodded and tucked the strip of paper away in its specified drawer before looking out over the customers that sat at the tables.---

11:32:46 [`Joe] Business was good, but it was getting to be that time for her to begin her second job. "Je vais." she whispered to the woman in french before heading back out around the counter and disappearing into a room off the back. She was in there a total of five minutes before she slipped back out a leather jacket covering the black t-shirt she wore and a different pair of shoes adorning her feet. Her red locks were no longer left free to fall down her back. Instead they were pulled into a high pony tail. A black back pack hung from her shoulder. If Scott was still hanging around the books, she'd offer him a wave before pushing through a throng of people and heading out into the cool Paris air. Her buisness was in the better part of town, making her have to walk a bit to get to where she needed to go.

11:38:18 Charisma had been walking around as usual in the evening, down the streets and visiting places. She head seen a few famous places of the country, but soon they’d see the Eiffel tower. She had to wait for the group she was travelling with, yet she was mostly on her own. She approached the shop and opened the door, and a bell rang as she walked inside. The door closed behind her. She walked forwards her eyes on the merchandise, her hand stroking down the stuff a bit. She needed some supplies, but only small ones.. Chewing gum, a drink etc.. Her eyes now scanned the shop. Seeing Scott and the other female, Joe, she smiled gently. ”Hello.’ she said gently and then turned away again to continue to look through the merchandise. She took some chewing gum, some drinks and some French breads and some other stuff, and took it to the counter. Placing them down, she took her wallet out as she looked around for the person running the counter. Opening it, she waited. <E>

11:48:23 Scott_Masterson temporarily removed his attention from the redhead he had been following, knwoing she wasn't leaving any time soon judging by the amount of time she was taking to order food, and focused fully on the clerk. If she had not worked there, he might have considered switching victims and swapping one gorgeous redhead for another, but he was not waiting for what was presumably an all-night store to close before feeding--though the knowledge that he could return any night and find her there was quickly tucked away in a mental note. She looked young, though just how young he couldn't tell, and her piercings betrayed a wild personality underneath that 'accommodating clerk' personality. The heartbeats around him were a constant reminder of his hunger, as was the combination of vibrant red hair and lips in front of him. he had come to love blood, <

11:48:27 Scott_Masterson even moreso than any fledgling vampire did. And it wasn't just the taste, or the beyond drug-like effect it had. It was the texture, the smell, and the knowledge that it was pure life force. He would have bathed in it if possible. He studied those blue eyes looking back at his, seeing details he couldn't have noticed in human life if he had tried, and listened to her reply. The combination of her looks and voice left little doubt that she would have made an excellent meal. The kind he would carry fond memories of for months, like the black-haired model in Vancouver. He gave only a sheepish and feigned look of embarassment at the comment, playing the role of a sensitive man to a tee with a shrug, and nodded again when she spoke and moved away. His eyes lingered on her body as she walked away, before flicking to the other redhead and then back to the books. She definitely would have made a memorable victim if not for her unfortunate working hours.

11:48:33 Scott_Masterson He ignored the greeting from a female customer behind him, presuming she was talking to one of the other customers rather than him, and moved slowly along the aisle and into a long section on witchcraft. When he spotted the clerk re-emerge from a back room, now sporting a coat and looking as though she was on her way out, there was little decision to be made. The wave she gave him galvanized the decision even more. He was going to feed on her. He tapped the books in front of him absently and watched her exit the store, giving a final glance to his initial victim before following in a slow stride, moving through the door a full minute after her and following her down the street once he spotted her. If she happened to glance back, she would catch only yet another sheepish look and then a redirection of his gaze, the practiced look of a 'man' trying to build the courage to approach her.

11:57:51 [`Joe] Brisk steps carried her down the old cobbled sidewalk and through hordes of people enjoying the night life. She knew she needed to get away from them. Out of the light and into the dark so to speak. She looked over her shoulder once and spotted the same man from her store. She called it coinincedence. Probably got tired of sitting in the store and went to go see whatelse the city had to offer. He, for some reason, had tourist written all over him. Call it the lack of french accent, or he didnt look like he really fit in here. He just looked like a tourist. Shrugging at her own thoughts, she slipped around a corner and headed to the less businessy district, to the more slummish district. One more look was tossed over her shoulder before she disappeared into one of the scattered allies. Once she was fully into the dark, she dropped her bag on the ground, crouched down infront of it and pulled it open. Her entire arsnal was there. Crossbow and arrows. Stakes. Crosses. You name it, she had it.---

11:57:55 [`Joe] Nodding to herself, she closed the bag once more and slung it back over her shoulder. Meanwhile, back at the bistro, the woman that manned the counter took Charisma's things, rung them up and gave her a total of the items. Joe returned to walking. It wouldnt be too long before she stopped at a deserted park and sat down on the bench, awaiting whatever nightly creature would come for its death.

12:19:31 Scott_Masterson 's eyes didn't leave her back. Not for the street performers he passed, or even to check for traffic when crossing a street. The latter was not necessary thanks to his hearing, but the human act of caution had stayed with him despite it. Twice she glanced back, and twice he averted his eyes to whichever shop he happened to be passing at the time, only to find her again seconds later when peripheral vision told him it was safe. He couldn't have planned her route better himself. Before long they were moving away from the crowded tourist streets and the nighttime glory of the Eiffel tower, into a much less prominent section of the city. Street performers slowly gave way to whores and french men asking him in hushed tones what he presumed to be offers for drugs, and the well-maintained and impressive buildings became nearly Toronto-level slums. Along with the change in scenery came far less populated streets, and it seemed with every step the urge to feed grew stronger.

12:19:34 Scott_Masterson He wondered who she was, and where she was going. He doubted she moonlighted as a whore...she had a sense of sophistication about her that did not fit the part, and ultimately decided she must have lived in this part of town. He doubted bookstores in France paid much more than those in countries he was familiar with. He spotted her turn into an alley, roughly 100 feet ahead of him, and smiled at his good fortune. He had often been forced to follow a victim for hours before an opportunity presented itself, and though he found enjoyment in the process of stalking his hunger was already reaching the boiling point. He came to a stop at te alley mouth, first peeking inside to spot her before entering himself. " Excuse me, miss?" The voice he used had been perfected in life as an aid to robbery, closer in 'texture' to that of a lost child than a man. He walked closer in the space between words, though not too fast. Vampiric speed was not one of his 'gifts', as Aemilius had referred

12:19:40 Scott_Masterson to them, at least not yet, and if she ran he couldn't be sure that he would catch her before she reached the far end and exited back onto the populated street. He slowed even more when he came within fifteen feet, though took a few more subtle steps as he spoke... <B>" Would you...like to maybe get a drink or something?"</I> He spoke in the same unconfident voice that was far from his natural one. Another step closer. The only thing stopping him from leaping was the curiosity at her reply. It never ceased to feed the confidence when a woman of her caliber accepted such an offer. Even if did have no intention of fulfilling it.
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12:31:50 [`Joe] Her form jumped at the sound of the footsteps echoing in the alley before she'd had a chance to close up her bag and make her exit. Standing and doing up the bag just as the man from the book store approached her. "Bonjour monsieur. Books didnt fancy you?" Slinging the bag over her back, she offered him her natural sweet smiling, making no move to leave his presence. Oh, but she knew what he was. Knew the moment he had followed her from the book store like she had planned. Taking up an easy stance, she slipped her hand onto the pocket of her jacket, fingers curling around the wooden steak there. "A drink?" Her eyes trailed around the area for a moment before she looked back to him and shrugged. "Aint nothing but seedy bars around this area. But sure, why not." Lead him toward what he thinks is a safe place and stake him there. That was her plan. Motioning with her head, she took a step back towards the mouth of the alley. "What's your name, monsieur?"---

12:31:53 [`Joe] Not that it mattered, but her curious nature was always poking at her. Reaching up her free hand, she brushed her hair back from her face, tucking the bangs that had slipped free behind he ear, revealing the plathora of pericings she had along the cleft of her breast. Was she baiting him? Most likely, but he would never know that. Running her fingers down her cheek, along the curve of her jaw and down her neck, she turned her eyes back to him and smiled.

12:43:34 [Scott_Masterson] Oh, Back and posting.)

12:43:43 [`Joe] wb

12:52:53 Scott_Masterson studied everything about her as she responded, giving only a nonchalant tilt of his that said he was indeed not interested by the books and listening to her further response. He watched that hand of hers slide into her jacket pocket and interpreted it as a self-conscious mannerism on her part--mainly because he had posessed the same one in life. Odd how such a simple action could produce a level of confidence. He quickly realized that it may not have been the case. They were in a dark alley after all, and she was a nice-looking lady in the company of a scruffy-looking man. Probably mace. He didn't know if such a chemical could even effect him, but it certainly wouldn't stop what was about to happen. He didn't need to see clearly to catch her...vampiric hearing ensured that. He nodded an innocent agreement when she repeated the question, and gave a faked look of disappointment when her description of there only being seedy bars nearby momentarily caused him to presume she would say no.

12:52:56 Scott_Masterson again gave a feigned look of innocence when she took a step back and spoke again, trying is best to give her confidence that there was no danger present and he was just a horny tourist looking for a date. Another step closer as his hands raised in a 'I'm-not-going-to-hurt-you' posture and he replied. " Scott. Scott McNeil. And yours?" he had stopped giving his real name shortly after being changed. Partly because he no longer felt like Scott Masterson, and partly just in case the victim hapened to escape. It was an oddly personal thing now, a relic from a different life. He watched that hand come up to brush aside her hair and made a conscious effort not to glance at that neck as it was exposed, though despite it his eyes did flash downward for a split second. He forced a slow, deep breath and began to speak again, in the same innocent voice.

12:53:02 Scott_Masterson " I just think you're really beautiful and..." another half step closer... " I wasn't sure how to ask you in the store because I'm kind of shy and..." The sentence ended suddenly as he moved forward quickly, grabbing for her throat in an attempt to stifle any screaming that would almost inevitably follow the action.

11:16:26 [`Joe] There was no mace in her pocket, she never carried the stuff, even if she'd been told to time and time again. No, all she needed was the sharp piece of wood she clutched to at the moment. As he moved closer and closer to her, she didnt move back, didnt retreat. She didnt back away from what she knew what was coming. Keeping the calm and steady appearance, she smiled and tucked the other side of her bangs behind her ear. She would need her vision unblocked for what was coming. "Well thank you." she replied to his comment about her beauty. She'd heard it enough coming from his kind to never take it to heart. They'd say anything to draw someone in. As he began to speak again, she rolled to the ball of her feet, preparing to move when she needed. And true to his kind, he lunged forward. As he did so, she ducked under his arm and stepped off towards his side. As she moved, she twisted around, brought her foot out in a kicked and aimed for his side, attempting to kick him into the alley wall. --

11:16:30 [`Joe] "Not your food buddy. Picked the wrong prey." she hissed out, pulling the stake free from her pocket. If he hit the wall, she'd be right there attempting to press him against it with her arm to the back of his neck, all her weight pushed into him. Drawing her hand back, she again attempted to drive the stake through his heart through his back.

11:31:20 [`Joe whispers to `Joe] ...

11:41:59 Scott_Masterson flashed a set of fangs as he moved towards her that was not what one might expect from a vampire, at least according to most popular culture. Rather than two fang-like canines there were four, the second set smaller than the first but still noticeably inhuman, and positioned directly beside each 'main' fang. It was an attribute that he had come to understand many vampires did not share, though he was hardly an expert on the subject. The vampire Aemilius had not found it odd enough to comment on when they had met, and based on that alone he presumed it was simply the way some of his kind were. He had used the same tactic to feed dozens of times before, right down to the disarming compliment and the harmless gesture that had followed--and for that reason he fully expected to feel that throat of hers under his hand. When instead his hand found only air, it was obvious that she had not been lulled into a false sense of security. He glared at her over his shoulder upon realizing she had ducked, and again <

11:42:02 Scott_Masterson flashed the fangs with what could only be described as a 'hiss', as he felt the sharp kick in his side and stumbled back against the wall behind him, looking far more surprised than she did at the moment. Plenty of them had fought back once they knew what he was, but all of them had been terrified. Judging from the words she spoke, she was far too confident--and to his surpise seemed to already be aware of what he was. He twisted around just in time to see her coming at him fast, and his right hand shot out to grab the wrist of a hand holding a stake, what had moments ago been normal looking fingernails now elongated and almost black talons. The other hand again moved for her throat, sporting equally dangerous-looking claws and fully intending on choking her into unconsciousness if it gripped. His expression betrayed his surprise, and even an emotion he had not been incredibly <

11:42:07 Scott_Masterson familiar with in his new life--fear. Aemilius had told him about slayers back in Vancouver, though he had imagined them looking more like 'Blade' than her. But there was no doubt. Normal people did not walk around with stakes in their pockets, and they were not as prepared as she was for such an attack. The sneer was now a constant on what had been a calm face moments previous, and despite not having a heartbeat he still felt the sensation of panic that he had once associated with a pounding heart. It suddenly became clear that he might be incredibly outmatched. She was a hunter, and almost by definition must have dealt with vampires much older than he was in the past--and lived. In this position, running was not an option, and if his grip missed the wrist of the hand holding the stake...all he could do was try and shift positions enough that a stab would miss his heart, though it would inevitably hurt like hell.

11:55:10 [`Joe] He was young in his undeath. She could tell that by how surprised he seemed at her counter movements against hers. She was probably the first hunter he had ever been presented with and the shock alone had thrown him off his game. Lucky for her. She'd faught his kind for as long as she could remember. Learned all there was to know. And she knew that the younger ones were weaker in some area's, but much stronger in others. As he turned to face and grab her wrist, she noted the claw like fingernails and the double set of fangs. This, in all her years, she hadnt come across and it in turn, shocked her. As his hand came to grip her throat, her own hand shot out to grab his wrist, holding it off. "Your not normal." she said, a confused expression flickering across her features. She didnt stand there and stare for too long. This man was deadly to her a good reason to get out of his grasp as quick as possible. Pulling with all her strength on her captured wirst, she lifted her leg simontaniously and --

11:55:14 [`Joe] and kicked it against his chest in attempt to free herself. If successfull, she'd flip backwards and drop her bag to the ground, quickly pulling free the already loaded cross bow and aiming it towards his chest. Her aim was expert. She trained on her weapons accuracy for years, so if he moved, she'd fire a shot, most likely hitting her target. "Should have stuck with the other, Scott. Less deadly that way." She wasnt sure what she was going to do. Not yet. He seemed, for some reason, more fragile then the rest. Unsure. Maybe she should just let him go. Shaking her head, she kicked herself for such a thought. This man was a killer, and as her job called for it, she was to rid the world of them. For now though, she'd wait and see what he'd do.

12:24:50 Scott_Masterson responded to her words only with the same confused sneer and a mouth that hung open, lips pulled back to expose fangs. He was unsure what she meant about him 'not being normal', but was not in a position to contemplate the statement further. His hand on the stake baring wrist was tight, almost vice-like and obviously stronger than the grip of a human his size would have been, though it was not the bone crushing force that others of his kind must have delighted in posessing. When she caught the clawed hand moving for her throat, he 'hissed' again and instinctively tried to push his head forward and sink the fangs into whichever part of her they happened to find. She began pulling, trying to free her wrist, and in response he gave only a wild look and a slight smile. She didn't seem to be incredibly strong, or posess any other supernatural abilities that he might have expected from a hunter, and that alone gave back some of the confidence he had lost.

12:24:53 Scott_Masterson Just as the thought passed however, an unexpected kick to his chest caused his grip to loosen for just a moment, more due to surprise than anything else, and before he could make the conscious effort to tighten it again she had pulled away and used the momentum from the kick to actually flip over backwards, landing a handful of feet away even as the force of the blow pushed him against the wall once more. He regained his balance and began moving towards her almost immediately, now fully intending on ripping that throat out rather than choking her. She was fast, but he was stronger...and the idea of slaying a slayer was too good to pass up. It might even buy him some credibility in the vampire community that he had yet to discover. He was already beginning to move forward and reach for her when she produced the crossbow, another surprise that he never would have expected <

12:24:59 Scott_Masterson from her. It became apparent almost immediately that he would not be able to reach her before she could pull the trigger, and as his eyes flickered over the bolt loaded on the device he had no doubt that she knew how to use it. Again the fear struck. He did not intend on losing this second life, and certainly not in an attempt to impress vampires he had not even met yet. He looked as though he would turn and run before reconsidering, very much aware that a stake to the back could find his heart just as easily as one to his chest. He backed up slightly, his left arm coming up to shield his chest just in case that trigger was pulled. He licked his lips slowly, wild eyes trying hard to intimidate her into running. The sneer lessened slightly, and when he spoke his voice was in stark contrast to the innocent one he had used initially.

12:25:06 Scott_Masterson " Better hope you're a good shot, lady. Cause if you try, and miss,...I'm gonna take your fucking head off. And then do the same to your family." He stared at her unblinking, one arm tightly clamped over his heart and the other tapping claws against his thigh. Despite the bravado, he was scared. It was very possible the crossbow had enough power to go through his arm and then into his heart, but at the moment scaring her into running seemed like his best option.

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12:37:50 [`Joe] She was thankful her the speed at which she had taught herself to pull a weapon as he had seemed to be coming at her with a speed she could not even think to match. With the weapn trained on him, she took a step back, keeping a good distance between herself and the odd vampire. "Too bad for you, I don't have a family. Your kind already took those from me." Using her foot, she kicked her back up and into her hand, not wanting to leave this man with her weapons and a way to distpatch her incase she missed and they found each other again. Her finger slipped over the trigger steadily, pulling back slightly. The strings pulled taunt at the action. Not even a complete second later, her finger compressed the trigger fully and the arrow shot out at an astounding speed, aimed for his arm, and beneath that, his heart. She didnt stick around long enough to see if he poofed into dust before she was running down the alley, away from him. Her legs pumped as quick as she could make them go, ---

12:37:58 [`Joe] carrying her to the end of the alley and out into one of the deserted streets she'd been headed to in the first place. "Fuck!" she hissed, looking both directions before going right. She wanted to get back to the business district. Into the crowds where she could get lost. Not back here with the only way out that was close enough for her to get to was the alley she had just left. "Shit!" She'd never made a mistake like this before. Never before got herself turned around and ran into what could potentionally be her death. Keeping her pace, she looked one way, then the other for a place she may be able to slip into and hide. If only she didnt have the pesky heart beat they could hear. She decided to risk stopping and hiding when she spotted a warehouse door open. Slipping into the blackness, she removed her flashlight and swung it right and left. A medal cabniet stood in the room and she headed towards it. Pulling the door open, she slipped inside and locked herself in. --

12:38:13 [`Joe] The medal, she hoped, would do good in blocking out most of her heartbeat. If not, she'd be screwed. With that thinking, she reloaded the crossbow and kept it aimed towards the door, just incase. Hell, for all she knew he could be dead and gone by now and she was hiding for no reason. She'd five it some time, however, just to be sure.

13:03:31 [`Joe] .

13:09:51 Scott_Masterson fully expected her to run, despite the fact that she was a hunter. He had spent hours over the last year, studying his vampiric expressions in mirrors, and knew they were nothing short of terrifying. They had scared him in those first weeks. His head tilted slightly as she responded, and he was again struck by just how calm she seemed, given the situation. He had come to expect the terror, and her lack of it was not reassuring. The smile faded slightly with her words, upon the realization that her family had been killed. He suddenly felt as though he understood everything about her, all due to a single sentence. She wasn't a slayer...she was just a suicidal chick on a revenge quest, who happened to have acquired some weapons for the job. It was just a matter of time before a more powerful vampire ended her. He licked his fangs and ignored the slight movement of the crossbow, presuming it a threat that would not be acted on. He opened his mouth to reply and <

13:09:54 Scott_Masterson was suddenly very much surprised at the click of a trigger and the simultaneous 'ping' sound as the bolt left it's resting place. Before the conscious decision to begin moving even passed, he felt the sudden blast of pain as the bolt tore through his forearm, glanced off of bone, and became embedded in his chest at an odd angle--effectively nailing his arm to his chest, and missing his heart by what must have been inches. He screamed even as the blood began to soak through his shirt, in a voice that equalled the rage in his eyes as he stumbled back yet again. By the time he realized what had happened, he could hear her retreating footsteps...though his eyes were locked on the tip of the bolt portruding from his arm. For a short while, he thought she had hit her target, and fully expected to find himself dying any moment, though just how that would take place he had no idea. "Fucking...bitch!" The words <

13:10:02 Scott_Masterson were growled as his free hand gripped the end of the bolt and pulled, first achieving nothing but causing more pain--and another scream--and then pulling it free slowly and tossing it to the ground as a spurt of blood followed. Another scream, this one stifled slightly as the hand clamped over the wound and the blood from his arm and chest began to mix. The ability to heal was perhaps his favorite part of being what he was. In the last year he had been stabbed three times, and even shot in the shoulder by a whore with a revolver. None of those wounds had taken more than a few hours to heal, but the one currently just off-center in his chest was gaping--and it took blood to heal injury, blood he did not currently have. The urge to chase after her was slowly suppressed, against the instincts screaming for her death. He needed an easy meal, and fast. he gave a very slight laugh, feeling somewhat <

13:10:09 Scott_Masterson invincible after such a close call with a final death, though the pain ensured the laughter did not last long, and soon he was walking cautiously back down the alley, the opposite of the way she had gone. He knew where she worked, and therefore could find her again anytime he wanted...though despite the rage he was already considering leaving her alone, unwilling to risk the next bolt finding it's target--yet at the same time wanting her head as retribution.

13:57:55 [`Joe] She didnt wait as long as she should have. Didnt stay still for as long as she needed to. But she couldnt get stuck in some warehouse with no way of getting out, trapped by a vampire. She'd trained herself better then that. Trained herself to think clearly, no matter how affraid she really was. Grasping the handle, she slowly pulled it down and freed the latch to the cabniet. Swinging the door outwards, she peeked out. Seeing nothing, she moved out into the room and clicked the flashlight back on. The bright beam doused the area in light, giving her just enough to see by. She headed towards the door before stopping and looking back over her shoulder. Taking a bigger look, this place was perfect. Perfect for what she was thinking anyways. Dropping her bag to the ground, she rooted through it before getting to work. Traps covered the area of the lower room, making it almost impossible for anyone or anything to walk through without getting slightly injured. ----

13:58:05 [`Joe] Taking one last look around, she gathered up what items she had left and headed back towards the alley cautiously. If she hadnt killed the vampire, she highly doubted he'd still be hanging around there. Once she entered it, she was right. He was gone, leaving behind a trail of blood that headed in the oppisite direction. She kind felt bad. Oh, not for the vampire himself. More for the person that was going to undoubtably be at the business end of those fangs. But she knew he was going to be worried about replenishing the blood that he had lost. Stopping, she pulled out a swab from her bag and sipped the cotton end into a small pool, keeping her eyes forward. She'd study it. See how it worked. See how the cells differed from human cells. And she'd experiment. Exiting the alley as she stuffed the sample away, she pushed through a crowd of people and headed back towards her shop. Lidia, the woman she had hired on as her manager, saw her first and gave her a small wave. ---

13:58:30 [`Joe] Joe simply pointed towards the back before disappearing there. It'd be where she'd rest before going back out to face the masses of crowds that passed through the door for about another hour. Once inside the room, she removed the black jacket she wore out and drapped it over the chair lifting her wrist up infront of her. He hadnt grabbed her very hard, but with the strength he possessed, even the slight pressure he'd used had bruised her skin there. Sighing, she grabbed a thick, spiked bracklet and clasped it over the area, hiding the blue marks. The next to be removed was the hair tie that held her hair up, letting the crimson locks cascade down her back once more. Her makeup was touched up slightly before she was once again heading back out and behind the counter.

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14:24:44 Scott_Masterson moved down the sidewalk at a relatively quick pace, the hand still firmly placed over the chest wound and the blood from both wounds snaking it's way down his arm and dripping sporadically to the pavement from his elbow. The encounter had left him confused more than anything, along with the slight sense of panic that he may bleed out before the wound closed itself. He was well aware of what happened when the blood supply got to a critical point. It was a blind rage, more feral than vampire, and it would last until he fed again. It was the kind of state that could easily lead to stupid actions, like hunting in public and not caring who saw--the type of behavior he knew would garner the attention of other vampires, something he did not intend on doing. His own kind were far more deadly than even the hunter had proven to be, and much less forgiving. Luckily, it did not take long to find another victim. It was a man, not his preferred gender but he was not in a position to be picky.

14:24:47 Scott_Masterson A french accent from the dark doorway of a run-down apartment building asked if he wanted to buy some drugs, and he responded simply "Oui." as he approached. By the time the man saw the glint of blood covering his shirt and arm, and the nearly luminescent crimson in his eyes, he didn't have a chance. It wasn't the relatively gentle feeding it usually was. The hunter had pissed him off, and it showed in his method. A clawed hand slammed the man back against the concrete wall, hitting his head hard. Scott heard quite clearly the crunch of skull being shattered, and by the time the surprised grunt sounded his fangs were already tearing into the flesh of his throat while a single hand squeezed the man's windpipe shut. The feeding lasted a full six minutes, neary twice as long as usual, and when it was done the body fell to the floor unmoving as Scott removed his <

14:24:53 Scott_Masterson bloodied shirt and swapped it for the man's less stylish blue one before dragging the body into an alley, and then depositing it in a dumpster. He wasn't dead, according to the weak heartbeat still coming from the man's chest, but it wouldn't be long before he was. Scott finally took the man's coat, to cover the blood from the head injury on the back of the shirt, and was moving down the street with a fresh cigarette in his mouth before long. The chest wound had closed enough to stop bleeding, but was still very much in the process of healing, as was his arm to a lesser extent. The rush of power that the feeding gave had him instantly considering revenge. If not against the hunter, then against the other humans in the store she worked at. Less than twenty minutes later he stood at the mouth of an alley across the street, staring at the hunter from shadow as <

14:25:01 Scott_Masterson she resumed her work. His mind raced to think of his next move, though it was still clouded from the feeding, an almost drunken feeling that did not lend him any confidence in his ability to fight her just yet. And so he just watched, smokig cigarette after cigarette and lost in thought.

14:40:42 [`Joe] Time ticked on. Minute after slow minute. And she couldnt seem to stop watching it. She planned to stay an hour. No more, no less. Long enough to help with the busy period before heading home. She had alot to do. Things to go over. To think about. This vampire was the first in her life to have escaped with it's life. And that thought alone had her fuming. Fuming so much that she could hardly concentrate oh the work she was doing or the customers that vied for her attention. She seemed snappy and Lidia told her so, a couple of times. "Je dois y aller. Je suis désolé Liddy. Je ferai cela jusqu'à lundi." The woman only smiled a nodded, leaving her to pack up her things and get everything put away. Sliding her chair back under the desk, she walked around and headed to grab her purse before heading out of the building. Inside her purse was some of the same weapons her pack held, minus the cross bow, which was left in the warehouse, and the minature sword she'd became fond of. --

14:40:59 [`Joe] Instead of heading off toward the same alley, she went in the oppisite direction, towards her apartment that she kept at the edge of the city. Thoughts of really needing a car entered her mind occasionally as busy city streets led into less so occupied housing ditricts. At this moment, she wasnt too worried about Scott, think that he'd been injured enough to have to find enough food to sustain himself and his injuries before he'd be back on her trail again. She had no idea that it didnt take him as long as she thought it would have. Reaching a hand up, she raked her fingers through her hair before turning the corner onto her deserted street and headed for the flats at the end of the long row. Her keys were withdrawn from her pocket as she closed the distance between her and the door, ready to open the outter door to slip inside and up to her second floor apartment. As she reached the door, it swung open, causing her heart to jump into her throat. "Oh, Mr. Smith! You scared me." --

14:41:03 [`Joe] Smiling, the older man passed by her and she slipped inside and up to her sparsely furnished, extremely muggy apartment. Her first movement was to the doors that led to the balcony. Unlatching them and pushing them open, she welcomed the slight breeze that passed through before moving to her room and changing into a pair of sweats and a tank top, crawling into bed to rest for a while.

15:02:39 [`Joe whispers to `Joe] .

15:10:07 Scott_Masterson watched with that unblinking gaze as she went about her business, as though nothing exceptional had happened at all. In fact, he was almost positive that the entire ordeal had been more 'exciting' for him than for her. He had to wonder how many vampires she had encountered, and how many she had killed in the past. She was even more alluring now that he knew what must have been a well-kept secret for her. She had not shown any fear in the alley, which he could only presume originated from a lack of fear towards death. The apparent massacre of her family had left her psychologically damaged, and she was not at all the mostly innocent young lady she appeared to be. In ways, she was crazier than he was. Another cigarette butt fell to the ground and was stepped on, his eyes not leaving her even as a small group of teens in punk-styled clothing passed on the sidewalk just in front of him. He felt rejuvenated with the <

15:10:10 Scott_Masterson fresh blood circulating in his veins, and was no longer debating whether to confront her again or simply leave and consider himself lucky. She had intrigued him, and once he began stalking almost nothing could end it prematurely, save for the discovery of someone more intriguing or the rising sun. The former was impossible in this instance, he was sure of that. The last of the cigarettes was finished just as he watched her prepare to leave the store, and subsequently began to follow her once more--though this time sticking to shadows and on the opposite side of the street. The pain in his chest was still lingering even when she reached a building and moved inside, and he only briefly considered the decapitation of Mr.Smith just to toy with her before deciding against it. It was far too easy to go with the rage and forget about the trail of bodies, though being well fed helped.

15:10:16 Scott_Masterson It was not hard to figure out which apartment was hers when she appeared in a window, opening the shudders and looking as though she had re-dressed for bed. It felt like a trap. Anyone who knew what she did surely wouldn't sleep with their windows open...but then again she was not preoccupied with personal safety, and may have even thought she had killed him back in that alley. It wasn't long before curiosity beat caution, and a half an hour after her light went out he was crossing the street and climbing a fire escape as quietly as possible. He sat crouched and peeking inside, the room and everything in it perfectly visible to his eyes despite the lack of illumination. And there she was, already looking as though she were asleep and entirely unphased by the night's events. He waited until her heartbeat began to slow, indicative of sleep or being close to it, before he stepped inside.

15:10:25 Scott_Masterson For a long while he only stood watching her, and then began scanning the room for the bag that he now knew held her weapons. He didn't spot it, and came to stand at the foot of her bed, watching that chest rise and fall under the blanket and again debating what to do next. The vampire in him told him to stop hesitating. To jump on top of her and tear her to shreds in retaliation. But the lingering human part was curious. He wanted to know everything she knew about his kind, maybe even try to change her despite not knowing if he even could. After a long while he began to grow bored, and decided to indulge both sides of his personality. He jumped on top of her, pinning her arms under his legs unless she suddenly moved and leaning in close to her face, the reddish glint in his eyes the only visible feature apart from his silhouette. "Wake up, Buffy." He said with a sly grin.

15:27:27 [`Joe] She had planned on only resting. Laying there long enough to feel energized then get back to work analizing the blood sample she had picked up. She had never intended to slip into the quick slumber that she had. It seemed as if everything from her long day and weighed upon her shoulders and weighed her into exhaustion. Never the less, she had slipped into sleep so deep images began to flicker behind her mind. His face, ever present, seemed to haunt her. She'd blame it on not truely knowing if the vampire had lived or died. He was everywhere. Everywhere he dream self had turned, his face was there, haunting her. Provoking her. Pushing her on. And everytime she'd gotten close, he had vanished, as if he hadnt really been there. She knew, deep down, that it was nothing but a dream, but for some reason, she couldnt pull herself from it. Could snap herself into consiousness. The breeze from the open doors drifted over her, causing her to roll to her back in order to feel its effects better. ---

15:27:32 [`Joe] A small sound patruded from her lips, almost as if she senced his presence in the room. Her head tossed from one side to the other breifly before she rested back into a peaceful sleep. It wasnt the pressure from his body pinning her to the bed that woke her. It wasnt even his words. It was his breath, hot and thick across her face and smelling of death. Her eyes flashed open, staring up into his own crimson ones. She didnt try to move. Didnt even fein a scream. She just simple stared up into the face of her would be death. She didnt show fear. Not even now with no way to fight for her life. She'd prepared for it long ago. Knew that one day she might die for the vengence she saught. And she was alright with it. After a moment, she tilted her head to the side, looking at the wall and exposing that throbbing vien to him. "If your going to do it, do it. Closing her eyes, she waited for that searing pain of his sharp teeth against her flesh and her life pour out of her body.

16:12:14 Scott_Masterson watched her wake with the same wild eyes he had flashed back in the alley, the smile ever-present knowing she would not be recreating the luck she had back there, and that even if there was a weapon within reach she could not possibly get to it before he could kill her in any number of ways. He studied her face with a light grin when she spoke, that red hair of hers seeming vibrant even in the dark to his vampiric eyes, and very aware of that perfect body just underneath him, now under his complete control. A single clawed finger ran down her cheek as he responded, leaning even closer to her face as he did so. " Oh, we're way beyond that now. You almost killed me back there..." the claw dug in only slightly, drawing a small amount of blood from her cheek... " I'm sure you know that some girls *beg* to be fed on. It's euphoric. Better than sex. Far too good for you..." His other hand came up to cradle her face as he gave a small, taunting lick to her cheek before continuing...<

16:12:18 Scott_Masterson " I also know you're not afraid to die, and though it would give me quite a lot of pleasure to twist your head off like a fucking doll...that would just end you're..." His voice took on a mocking, sarcastic tone... " Tortured existence, with your dead family and all. Again, too good for you. I'm thinking maybe I'll just scar your pretty face... the claws on either side of her head dug in only slightly, not enough to draw blood but enough to convey threat... " I can make you a freak, with a few scrapes of my nails. Take away that great body of yours. Probably all you have left, isn't it..." A hand slid down onto the blanket over her chest ans squeezed her breast, hard enough to be uncomfortable... <B>" I could take these off too. Didn't Jack the Ripper do that? I can't remember. But I can assure you, I am *much* worse than old Jack ever was. Or maybe...<B> He raised a finger to his the center of his throat and cut and inch long gash, blood almost immediatley beginning to drip <

16:12:28 Scott_Masterson ..on her face and perhaps into her mouth. "Maybe I'll make you my experiment. See, I hear our blood has some weird effects on humans. Apparently it drives some crazy, gets them high, or--and this is my favorite part--it changes them. Oh but don't worry, not into one of us..." He grabbed her mouth with his free hand, forcing it open as the blood continued dripping...." No, from what I gather it's more of a master/slave relationship. Kind of like...being a vampire's zombie bitch. He stopped talking and just stared, daring her to struggle as drip after drip landed on her face. "But knowing you, you would make a horrible servant. So maybe I'll just...turn you into what you hate more than anything, forever. He smiled again, searching her eyes for whatever possibility had horrified her most. " I hear most of us are pretty good looking...you've got that going for you..." More blood dripping... and, unless she was lucky enough to dodge them all, in her mouth.

16:12:35 Scott_Masterson "Or maybe...I could just pull your arms off and do a bit of all of the above, with some rape thrown in as a special gift to me." He leaned in even closer, massaging the breast under the blanket in a manner that was more threat than seduction. " You fucked with the wrong Vampire, Joe. I am 2000 years old." That particular lie always entertained him. They always accepted it as true and began greatly overestimating his power. "So...should we roll a dice, or should I choose?" The hand that was still on her face moved gently to her neck before tightening only slightly uncomfortably.

16:27:56 [`Joe] Her eyes opened and shifted back to look up to hs face, narrowing slightly. She didnt wince, didnt hiss in a breath as his nail sliced her skin open on her cheek. Hell, she hardly even breathed more then was nessacry. She listened to him speak. The cold, haunting, harsh edge to his once calm and nutral tone. Only when he licked up the side of her face, lapping up that little trail of blood that has seeped from the cut did she make a sound. Something that could only be described as disgust. "Too bad I missed." she said between clenched teeth. Still, she didnt move. Didnt fight to get him off her. What was the point? He was faster, stronger, and apparently better then her. She didnt have a icecubes chance in hell. So she delt with it. Listened to him talk. Give her her options. "Death is an adventure in and of itself. Did you know that?" Let him scar her face, she wasnt worried about it. She didnt reley on her looks like alot of women did. She didnt use them to get what she wanted. ---

16:28:04 [`Joe] So if he were to cut her up, no matter how painful it would be, she wouldnt let herself be bothered by it. As his hand moved to her breast and squeezed, she let out a sound of pain, arching up slightly to lessen it. "Get off me you dickless piece of shit." she growled out before he cut himself. The moment the blood dripped to her skin, she closed her eyes and turned her face away from it, letting it drip down her cheek and neck, away from her mouth. She wouldnt become one of those slaves. One of those people that bowed and catered to a vampire. She'd rather die. As her mouth was pried open, she had no choice but to let the blood, his blood, drip into her mouth. She didnt swallow however. Instead, she let it pool there as he spoke, threatened, gave her options. She almost laughed when he gave his fake age, but kept herself quite. Waited for that perfect moment. The moment his hand slid down her face to press around her throat, she gathered what blood had gathered in her mouth and spit it into his face.-

16:28:14 [`Joe] "Fuck you." With that, she pulled her knee up hard and fast, hoping to hit him in the oh so senstive area and throw him off her. If she was successful, she'd scramble out from under him and go for the closet where she stowed a full size sword, grabbing it and swinging it towards him.

16:59:18 Scott_Masterson maintained the same taunting smile as she first replied, responding immediately after... " Oh, I understand the journey of death better then you *ever* will." The smile that followed, along with the words themselves, left no doubt that he had made up his mind--though in fact he already had, the moment he cut his own throat and began dripping on her. He had much more use for a sexy vampiric slave than another dead body, or the temporary joy he would get from disfiguring her. He wanted to own her, and by association everything she knew about his kind--and her own. If there was some organized group of hunters, and she knew where they were, it was safe to presume that other vampires would be quite pleased to receive the information. He knew it was only a matter of minutes before the blood she had swallowed would begin taking it's effect, and was very curious as to just what effect it would have.

16:59:22 Scott_Masterson His hand slid to her cheek, and suddenly the blood he had thought she had been consuming was spat back in his face, and dripping off it onto her blanket and sheets. He heard the 'fuck' you, and his grip on her head began to tighten, though even he wasn't sure if it was going to be a simple threat, or if it would actually crush her skull in on itself as he was envisioning at the moment. At the same time, that leg came up hard underneath him and he was again reminded of just how similiar vampires and humans were when it came to pain. He gave a short look of rage followed by a grunt, as the same leg now kicked hard against his chest and sent him backwards onto the bed, and then tumbling off it. He laid for a moment in the dark as the pain subsided, hearing her light footsteps exiting the bed as he did. An arm swung up onto the mattress and he began pulling himself <

16:59:31 Scott_Masterson up slowly at first, and then much quicker when he saw her pulling a glinting piece of metal from her closet, what he quickly recognized through the darkness as a sword. He forced himself to his feet, begging to talk again and cut off when the first swipe missed him by inches, only due to his stumbling backwards. "You're making this difficult." He spoke in the same calm-yet-psychotic voice he had been using in the bed, and moved back a few quick steps towards a chair, which he grabbed and held in front of him to absorb the next sword blow--after which he would have plenty of time to grab her again before she could prepare another swing. <B>" Why the fuck would you NOT want to change your life? Working in a bookstore, secretly dead on the inside and attacking vampires that you know can kill you? You should be begging me for it.<B> <

16:59:40 Scott_Masterson He stayed on the opposite side of the bed from her, chair raised to chest height and confident that she was not incredibly skilled with the sword. He was familiar with just how heavy the things were, and she was not exactly well muscled. " The power I can give you, maye you'll actually have a chance against whatever killed your family. Or maybe you don't want revenge, just death?" He could see her face clearly, and the blood around her mouth from what she had spit out, and had to admit...she would have made a gorgeous vampire.


17:14:30 Chanel The night had been kind ot her, the weather not too bad..not that she minded. She was wearing a pair of low rise skinny jeans and a black halter top that showed off her figure. Heels, as impractical as they were, completed the outfit. Her hair was down and slightly tousled. Her face was in general pale, but slightly flushed from the blood she had already ingested. She had her mind to visit Morisson, and she already had some clue as to where he'd be. (I'm cheating, so sue me.) Of course, she moved through the door. It would've been more dramatic to go through a window, or even just 'appear'..at least by human standards, but she was polite. So, through the door she went, throwing it back as she entered. "Scott baby..!" She hardly paid attention to whom it slammed into. Poor girl, Joe wouldn't stand a chance. She half paused as she stopped, and half turned, a curious expression on her face as the door came swinging back with a semi-flattened Joe behind. "Oh deary me...I'm so sorry!" She flounced her ski

17:14:45 [Chanel] skirts and made her way back towards Joe, and tilted her head at the broadsword, hopefully plucking it out of the girls hands as she walked away with it. "A nail file! Wait...this is rather large for a nail file...." She gave Scott a sideglance. "Doesnt anyone ever tell you not to play with your food?" She pressed a kiss to Scott's cheek and continued looking the broadsword over.

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17:22:32 [`Joe] The sword was heavy. Heavier then she was used to, so her swings were half assed and uncordinated. She still swung it though, the sharp blade connecting with the chair he'd grabbed to protect himself and splintering the wood. She stumbled a little after the frist swing but quickly righted herself. "My life is just fine the way it is, thank you very much." She held the sword pointed towards him, contimplating jumping over the bed in a last ditch effort to run him through with it. But she knew, if she moved, she wouldnt stand a chance. So she stayed where she was, back to the door, her only escape if the need arose. "I realize now, that I should have shot you twice. One was sure to find home in your heart." Was she testing him? Seeing how far she could push him? Maybe. And maybe she just wanted to see if he'd leap at her. Cause if he did, she wouldnt hesitate to slice him in half before driving the massive blade through his heart. She didnt have much more time to think about it before the door---

17:22:47 [`Joe] she was standing by swung back and struck her against the nose. "Fuck!" The curse escaped her lips before she had a chance to stop it, the sword clattering loudly to the floor. Her hand moved up to cup her now sore face as she glared at the female that had so elegantly flounced into the room. Eye's narrowing, she dropped her arm and looked between the two. Great, just what she needed. Two freaking vampires and her gear currently out of reach. Looking towards the door, she calculated her odds of making it out of the apartment before either of the two decided they liked a game of chase and took off after her. It was then that she spotted it, the cross bow she had forgotten she had stuffed under her bed for safe keeping. She had to move quick, but she thought she could do it. Taking a deep breath, she dived for it, fingers wrapping around the but of it and yanking it from its home. If one of them didnt move, she'd be back on her feet in seconds, aiming the thing at the female now. --

17:41:34 Scott_Masterson stood clutching the chair, waiting for her to swing again and use up her momentum chopping it, at which point he would leap forward and end this. He had tried having some fun, but now that she was no longer pinned in bed--and sporting a sword that could no doubt end him with a lucky swing--it was time to kill her and move on to the next girl who sparked an interest. He responded only " I highly doubt that." in reference to her statement about her life. Just as the strike landed and broke the chair into splinters, the apartment door flew open and knocked Joe against a wall, elliciting a laugh from Scott that said he found it beyond comical timing. He expected to see a concerned neighbor perhaps, having heard the racket in the apartment and coming in to play hero. When he instead saw Chanel, the vampiress he had met once in her club, he was very much confused--and the feeling only grew when she approached and kissed his cheek <

17:41:37 Scott_Masterson 's eyes didn't leave Joe however. He had to presume that Chanel didn't know the woman was a hunter. " Watch it Chanel. This bitch is a hunter, and a lucky one at that." His red-glinted eyes flashed back to Joe just as she began to move. For what, he didn't know...but it was not rocket science figuring out there were weapons hidden all around the place. "Kill her!" he added, any trace of fear or doubt gone entirely from his voice now that there were two vampires in the room. He tossed aside the two separate pieces of chair he had still been hanging onto and began moving to grab Joe by an ankle before she reached whatever it was she had under there. Again, the lack of vampiric speed failed him, and before he was anywhere near close enough, she had re-emerged with a crossbow, which was now trained on Chanel.

17:41:43 Scott_Masterson " No fucking way you can reload that thing quick enough to kill us both, bitch. Drop it *now*, or I guarantee you...everything I described earlier *will* happen to you. I'll pump you so full of vamp blood you'll be a fucking zombie whore for years." He talked tough, but also knew he could not reach her in time to stop it. He could only hope Chanel's powers were much stronger than his own.

17:49:25 Chanel gave Joe a sideglance, completely unconcerned with the mortal's rage. "Is she? Hmm..damn..." She pouted lightly and then addressed Joe. "Baby girl, I'd put that away if I were you...sure you can shoot me with it, and probably enjoy doing so, but the moment you do, lover boy over there might take you down, and.." She snapped her fingers.." Then it would be lights out. You don't want that do you?" She checked her reflection in with the sword, glancing up at hte girl through the glint of it. "Just think of it this way. I went slow when I walked in, so you could see me. I didn't have to be polite. Don't piss me off baby girl, you wont see me coming. Mmkay?" She gave her a winsome smile. "Besides, I prefer mine willing.." She gave a half sigh at Scotts theatrics. and set the broadsword down. It was only a toy in her hands, a testiment to her strength. She shook her head mournfully at Joe. "Does she always act this dramatic, baby doll?" She asked, addressing Scott this time. She shook her head, as regret f

17:49:45 [Chanel] flooded through her. I"m too old for this... she muttered to ehrself. It didnt take a genius to see that she had disappeared.. Moving faster than human eyes could follow, she moved to the side, and behind joe. She grinned, and wrapped her arm around the girls, pinning her arms to her sides. She took her time of it, nuzzling her cheek against the other girls, sh epurred in her ear. "You're no match for us sweety." She kissed her cheek as she did Scotts, and then she growled, her arm tightening over th eother girls, as her other hand reached up, brushing her hair away from her neck. She growled, and her fangs glinted, right before she bit.


17:56:15 [Charlie] Looking down at the paper scrap in his hand and the small gps on his phone, Charlie began navigating his way through the strets of Paris. After meeting with the other American, Joe, last night, he had a wanting to take her out for dinner, to repay her kindness. Also he had taken a few good shots of the tower that afternoon and wanted to show her. Having asked the woman at the shop, with some difficulty, he had managed to get the address. Upon finding the apartment, he picked up his pace a bit, wondering why the door was open. "Joe?" He moved in to find a woman with her...fangs...were those fangs?! What the hell was going on? He froze for a moment before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a knife and rushing forward, aiming to stab Chanel in the thigh. He'd been carrying it around, just in case, it was nothing special really though, just a swiss army knife. "Leave her alone." Pulling back a bit, he would slam all of his weight against Chanel, trying to knock her away from Joe.


18:05:08 [`Joe] This was just becoming the situation of a lifetime. The bow stayed trained on the woman vampire but her eyes stayed trained on Scott. The woman may have been older, but this strength was in the male. "I don't need to kill you both. Just one of you. The faster one. The stronger one. So is it you, or her?" She wasnt just a luck hunter. She was a well trained hunter. Trained by the best of them. Most of her life had been dedicated to just this. Today, she was just having a bad day. That was going to change. Slipping her finger over the trigger, as she had done before and let the arrow fly. However, the around had only found home in the wall where the woman had been standing. It didnt take her forever to figure out where the woman had gone seeing as her arms where wrapping around her own and pinning them there. "Make your lapdog release me, Scott. Now." Her eyes held level on the man as Chanel moved her hair from her neck and kissed her cheek. --

18:05:12 [`Joe] She narrowed her eyes as she heard the growl before feeling the sharp pinpricks slip into her flesh. She didnt flinch. Didnt jerk. Just continued to stare at Scott as his female counter-part bit her. But before she could say or do anything, the familar voice rung in her ear and slammed into both of them. Hopefuly the jar would have the female retracting her fangs and releasing her. If so, she'd go back for the cross bow and point it at him. "Charlie, get out of here. These people are dangerous."

18:14:24 Scott_Masterson folded his arms over his chest as he watched the situation unfold, though the gesture was more an attempt to protect his heart from any 'rogue' crossbow bolts than a sign of relaxation or guardedness. He responded to Chanel with a simple " She was about two inches from killing me an hour ago. Fucking bolt nailed my hand to my chest, barely missed my heart. If that counts as dramatic...yeah. She's a fucking actress." He couldn't stop the smile from spreading when Charlot was suddenly gone, and then reappeared behind Joe. He had witnessed vampiric speed exactly twice now, and was both amazed and disappointed that he did not seem to share the ability. Regardless, the game was over. No way Joe's tricks could save her now. He ran a finger behind his ear, tucking the hair back and then checking his pockets for his cigarettes before remembering he had smoked the last outside.

18:14:27 Scott_Masterson He considered asking Chanel if he could torture the girl, feed her blood until her worst fears came to true, but quickly decided against it. As little as he knew about vampire society, he did know that fledglings did not tell older vampires what to do, ever. More useful advice from Aemilius. He glared at Joe when she referred to Chanel as his lapdog, and then gave him an order. The smile that followed was genuine, and again showcased a double set of fangs along with the absurdity of the request. " Why the hell would I..." his words were cut off as the apartment door opened, and another human entered--this one with a knife in hand and moving for Chanel. Having been beside the door, Scott was now behind the unknown man--and did not need vampiric speed to catch him before any damage could be done to Chanel. A single <

18:14:32 Scott_Masterson , and inhumanly strong, kick was aimed for both the man's legs, aiming to knock them out from under him and, if Scott was really lucky, have him land on his own knife in the ensuing tumble. This was quickly turning into a slaughter, and the prospect alone had an ever-present grin returning to his face. " Bad timing, loverboy." He looked back to Chanel, as if for the okay to begin the fun. Simultaneously, his fingernails stretched into long black talons, nearly two inches long and razor sharp.

18:26:23 Chanel pulled the girl closer, her skin like marble as she drank more of that blood. She glanced up, watching Scott with her eyes. "Hmm.." By now, Joe would be feeling weak in the knees and a little disorientated. Maybe a little more than disorientated. But she didnt have time to take more, when the door was once again slammed open. Her head came up, her eyes blood red as a growl issued from her throat, just right before Charlie almost slammed into her with a knfie. She stared mystified for a moment as the rough'n'tumble started. Limbs went flying and for a moment she wasn't sure who had landed where. But it was quickly observed who wasn't winning. "Ooo, he has spunk. I like him..." She was careful to keep Joe in her hands at least for the moment, even as she dragged her away from where she was. She thrust Joe at him, but was careufl to keep her in her hands at least a moment.. "Have her, do what you will. I want..Him.." If he took Joe, she'd kneel down before Charlie's shoulder, and wince at

18:26:40 [Chanel] the possible knife wound, even as the smell of blood filled the air. "You damaged him!" Her eyes widened. She wouldnt let Charlie die, no..he was way too pretty for that..She turned her head, biting down onto her own wrist. She whimpered at the pain and then she pressed her bleeding wrist down to Charlie's mouth even as the blood trickled in. Her other hand moved to his nose to hold it shut. If it worked as she planned, he would have no choice but to take a breath and swallow whatever she gave him.


18:40:47 [Charlie] Thankfully the knife only nicked him, the blade was too small to do any real damage and a stitch or two, or even a bandage would fix it up. "What the hell are they?" Charlie would push himself up to his knees to look up at Joe only to find a wrist pressed against his mouth. He began wriggling around from side to side, trying to pull himself away from her. He had a pretty good idea of what was going on, vampires. They were trying to get him to join them. His legs worked against the ground, trying to back away from her. By the time he was able to get to an angle to where he could hope to move, things where beginning to look fuzzy. The lack of air was starting to take effect and his struggling was growing weaker. Finally, unable to keep himself from breathing any longer, he took a deep inhale, coughing and gagging as he half inhaled, half swallowed the blood. "Joe..." He coughed and tried to spit some of it out. "Leave her alone!" He continued to struggle, trying to get away from her. But then his head started--

18:41:11 [Charlie] to spin again as the blood worked its effects on him, causing him to stop struggling and move in toward her, reaching up to grab her wrist and press it to him, drinking like a man in the desert might drink from a canteen.

18:45:50 [`Joe] The confusion was almost overwhelming, even if she hadnt been slightly drained by the female. She was weaker then she'd planned on and the bow felt heavy in her arm, causing it to slump down and clatter to the floor loudly. As she was pulled back and forth, she tried to gain some sort of foot hold on the ground and pull herself away from Chanel. No sooner had she tried, had she been flung towards Scott once more. However, her concern wasnt for her, it was for the american freind. "Get away from him!" she growled and attempted to full out attack the female, if Scott didnt have ahold of her already. If he did, she'd fight against him the best she could. This was her fault, she thought. They wouldnt be here if she would have just left everything alone. If she wouldnt have went out tonight. Everything would be different. As Chanel pressed her bleeding wrist to Charlies lips and he sucked at it hungrly, she slumped. She was going to be her's forever, and there was nothing she could do about it. ---

18:45:55 [`Joe] Growling, she faught against whatever she could to get to them, wannting to knock the bitch away from the tourist. He didnt deserve this. Didnt come to Paris for this. Letting out a half scream, half growl, she clawed, scratched, kicked, anything to get away. If she was able to get away from Scott, she'd lunge and try to knock them away from each other. If not, she'd sit there and watch helplessly, knowing there was nothing she could do. (sucky post)


18:51:37 Scott_Masterson stood with his claws outstretched on either side of himself, eyes jumping from the unknown human, to Chanel, and then to Joe as she was being fed on. The smell of blood had filled the room like tear gas, and despite the recent feeding he was beginning to feel like a little more couldn't hurt. In the entire year he had been a vampire, he had never actually killed alongside one. It had always been a solitary venture, and the presence of Chanel somehow seemed to double the bloodlust, and the natural insanity slowly taking over. When Chanel made the offer to trade 'hostages', his smile only widened and he replied simply "Gladly." as Joe was pushed towards him and he quickly grabbed her and spun her around, sliding an arm around her bloody neck tightly to keep her in place before giving it a long, slow lick. He grabbed a handful of that gorgeous red hair and forced her to watch as Charlie was

18:51:39 Scott_Masterson fed by force, and then the natural instinct took over and he began to drink by choice. A small laugh escaped Scott's lips, directly beside Joe's ear. " See what happens when you don't play nice?" He didn't wait for a response before pulling her hair even harder, forcing her head back and exposing the non-bloodied side of her neck. This time his grip did not weaken, holding her firmly in place despite her efforts to break free. " This is going to hurt. But it's still nothing compared to a fucking bolt in the chest you bitch." He leaned in hard and each of his fangs broke the surface of the skin on the opposite side of her neck as where Chanel had fed, though it was not the 'pleasurable' bite that he was capable of. He bit in deeper and harder than necessary, maintaining his grip the entire time and watching Chanel and the human over her shoulder. He wasn't trying to kill her yet, just drain her into unconsciousness. He was going to spend days repaying her.

19:01:12 Chanel felt her smile widen as the boy bit down and drew the blood from her. She couldnt help but gasp at the pull of blood. It burned through her and hurt more than she let on, but instead of fighting it, she embraced it. "Good boy.." She whispered, running her fingers through his hair. But she pulled her hand free before he could take more than he was able. " Thats enough..." If she was able to get her wrist free, the wound would begin closing up on its own. She pulled him close, and kissed his cheek, her eyes turning towards Joe and Scott. "Bark bark bark, thats all you do. Do us a favor, and shut up." She narrowed her gaze on Joe, shaking her hair as she continued running her fingers through Charlies hair, content for the moment. She paid attention to Scott, and minutely shook her head. "Thats enough Scott, you want to wound her, not kill her. Not this soon. Unless you plan on turning her. Then you'll have to drain her of at least 40 percent, and slit your wrist.. Make sure she's able to take some of your blood

19:01:26 [Chanel] .." She instructed. She drew herself into Charlie's lap, lighter than he might've expected, as she wrapped her arm around his neck. She smiled at him gently, and kissed his cheek again.

19:13:08 [Charlie] He looked up at her, his blue eyes shining brighter than ever, filled with wonder. Had she been so attractive before? Charlie leaned into her hand, closing his eyes lightly with a small groan almost like a cat purring. "Lovely." He wrapped his arms around her and leaned his head on her shoulder, looking up toward Scott and Joe. "He's not going to kill her is he? I want her alive. Can we keep her alive?" He nuzzled his face into her neck, licking it lightly. "She makes good pie, can't get many good apple pies in France. I want her to make pies." When she kissed his cheek, his face flushed lightly. "My name is Charlie, mistress. What is it you wish for me to call you?" He'd never felt this way before, it was beyond love, beyond lust. She was everything. No thought to the family he was leaving behind, no thought to his friends, all there was was Chanel. He felt as though he were thinking normally aside from that feeling, that obsession. Charlie leaned his head into her arm, smiling like one intoxicated.

19:14:57 [`Joe] "No. No no no no no. Charlie no. Fight it. Don't let this happen to you." She'd given up her struggles as her back was pressed to Scott's front. Being forced to watch, she couldnt take her eyes from the scene infront of her. Her heart went out to the american tourist that only wanted to take pictures and eat pie. That ended for him tonight. Never again would he taste the taste of apple pie of Paris patries. Never again would he enjoy the sights of Paris. He'd be her slave now. And when she was through with him, she'd either kill him or turn him. His life, as of this night, was over. "I'm so sorry, Charlie." she whispered before her head was roughly pulled back. Letting out a whimper, she closed her eyes and prepared herself for the bite she knew was coming. Not only was Charlies life over tonight, her own was as well. She knew that hatred Scott had held for her. And knew his intent was to kill her. She winced when the fangs pierced her skin and once more as she felt him pull her ----

19:15:02 [`Joe] blood from her body. She was already weak from Chanel's drinking that she had no fight left. Slumping against Scott, she closed her life and let herself feel her life slipping through her fingers. Some hunter she made, huh. Two vampires had taken her out and there was nothing she could do about it. Her parents would have been ashamed. Feeling herself slipping away, she dropped into it, consiousness slipping away from her. From that moment on, she didnt feel anything. Hear anything. For all intents and purposes, she was out of it, her last thought on Charlie.

19:22:33 Scott_Masterson had closed his eyes, concentrating only on that blood flowing into his mouth and the smell of her hair pressed against his face. This could not have turned out better. Less than two hours ago, he had nearly been killed by a slayer posing as a supermodel bistro clerk, and if Chanel had not shown up when she did...it was very possible that 'Charles' would have proven enough of a distraction for Joe to finish what she had started earlier. Instead, it had become a feeding orgy--and somehow knowing that this was the blood of a hunter made it even more narcotic. Despite the steadily-growing dizzyness, his grip on Joe did not weaken, and if it had not been for Chanel's voice warning him, he would have missed entirely the sound of her heart beginning to slow. He pulled the fangs out gently, knowing all too well the damage they could do if extracted too fast, and finally released his grip on her entirely, content to watch her stumble away and more than likely fall down.

19:22:35 Scott_Masterson The blood smeared on his face, coupled with the wild-eyed intensity of the feeding had him looking nothing short of demonic, in stark contrast to the usual innocent, nearly angelic facade he usually portrayed himself as posessing. He laughed at the pure intoxication flowing through his veins, and stumbled himself as he moved for the bed to sit down while his head cleared. He replied to Chanel after a moment of nothing but dazed looks... " I don't want to change her. Not yet anyway. She doesn't deserve this. I'd rather make her life hell until she begs for it." He smiled dumbly, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of the stolen shirt. He had never drunken this much before. First the drug dealer and now a good portion of Joe...it was almost too much to handle. Like a strong acid trip that just kept growing. He laughed again and layed back onto the bed, trying <

19:22:43 Scott_Masterson to will his head to stop swimming and only feeling a slight reprieve from the nearly unbearable sensation. He caught the words from 'Charlie' and laughed again to himself, at just how quickly they could be made obedient--though he supposed that was due to the potency of Chanel's blood. He sat up lazily and watched Joe, unmoving on the floor and with a weak heartbeat. He leaned forward and grabbed her arm, pulling her up onto the bed beside him forcefully and then licking at the wounds on her neck until they slowly began to close.

19:29:05 Chanel chuckled at the obsession Charlie now held for her. She could see very easily as it consumed his will, made him only servant to her. She rather liked that feeling. She squeezed Charlie and gave him a big smile. She was pleased with this one. "Charlie dear. When you wake tomorrow you are going to write your family, and your friends. You are going to tell them that you're having a wonderful time in Paris, and that you have found work. Tell them not tow orry, and send them some post cards or something.." She said with the flip of her hand. She glanced over towards Joe, and let out a breath. "See what happens when you piss me off girl? You lost. Give it up. You should've done as I told you and none of this would've happened.." She didnt care if the mortal vowed to end her unnatural existance. She would've been suprised if she hadnt..but she appeared to give up at that very moment. Strangely, she didnt feel a bit of triumph at her reward and success. Once again, her eyes were an eery ice blue as she turned her ey

19:29:29 [Chanel] eyes on her pet. She gave him a smile and pressed another kiss to his cheek. "You will call me Chanel, to the public. When we are in public, you are to act as normal as you had before you met me." She glanced over at Joe again at Charlie's request. Keep her alive? At all the trouble she had caused? She grunted, and shrugged. "Up to Scott." She said watching as he..almost fell over. She shook her head, and chuckled.

19:36:17 Cain lurked about, as always keeping a low profile. I wouldn’t call it coincidence that he found himself near the apartment complex, no, he chose to let himself be drawn to that particular mental tenor he was oh so fond of. That being said, the unobtrusive Cain dropped down onto a balcony whom he wasn’t sure he knew the order of, well, he was pretty much curtain he had not met the others in the room at all. That being said, he opened the glass planed door to allow him entrance as dark eyes flicked over those gathered before his eyes settled on Charlie and Chanel. A brow lifted at the pair of them. “C'est tout à fait inacceptable.” He stated simply, obviously getting the wrong idea right off the bad as his dark eyes then fixed on Chanel which Charlie would feel a noticeable drain on his energy, perhaps he would begin to feel groggy, weak even, his mind maybe beginning to muddle. Everyone else in that particular room took on an unimportance to him worthy of only being ignored.

19:39:17 [Charlie] Fight, fight what? This feeling, this warmth? Why would he want to do that? Turn away from such a beauty, from a person for whom he'd lay down his life? Sorry? Why was she sorry? By the time she passed out his mind was gone once more, burying his head into Chanels neck, feeling her hair on his face, covering her neck and shoulder with kisses. "Yes ma'am, Chanel. I will send them out tomorrow, let them know I found work, good work. Going to stay for the summer, send pictures of the tower, they'll like the tower." Act normal in public, it would be difficult but he would find a way to manage, if only to please Chanel. Anything to please her. "Do you have any wishes, Chanel? Anything that I can do?" He kissed the nape of her neck once more, wrapping his arms around her torso and hugging her close.

19:39:22 Charisma was now sitting on that same balcony she had been on a few nights before. She had wanted to go back, to draw this pretty view.. anyone getting hold of her sketch note block, would be intrigued with the amazing, beautiful drawings. The female wore a light summer dress now; it came to her upper legs and had short sleeves and several buttons to open her top a bit. Her legs were crossed as she sat. She was drawing the night view of Paris.. her eyes twinkled as her pencil drew lightly over the paper, putting down perfect the environment she saw at the moment. The lights, the houses, the trees, the grass, half lighted by the city lights bellow. Hence, you could even see the Eiffel tower! A smile appeared on her lips. The kids would love this.. A usual, Charisma had a calm expression on her face, also friendly and gentle. It was inviting really for people to chat with. She meant no harm. As a waitress stood by her, he looked up and gave her a gentle smile, before focusing on the sketch. “Madam, -- <C>

19:39:34 Charisma <C> moiselle. Would you like to order a drink?” she asked. (Said in France. Sorry I can’t speak it). Charisma looked up and smiled some more. “Yes please, some jus d’orange.” She said. Well, she could barely pull it off, French was hard for her, even after having practised a few years. The waitress noted it and then saw the sketch. “That’s amazingly well drawn..” “Thank you.” Charisma replied and focused on the sketch. “You draw often?” she asked. The female stopped drawing and nodded, “All the time when I get the chance. Especially on holidays..like now.” ”Ah.. qui qui.” The waitress said. ”Where are you from madam?” Charisma smiled. “London, England. You live in Paris? Or.. somewhere else in France?” she asked. <B>”Qui qui, ma’am.” She said. She gave her an apologizing gesture and headed off to get more orders. Charisma smiled some more and continued to sketch as waiting for her drink to arrive. <E>

19:40:55 [`Joe] There was no white light or burning fire. There was no one special to her waiting on the other side. Infact, it was completely black. Like she was floating in space and there was nothing to take hold of. Was this really what death was like? If so, it sucked. She wanted to big bang. The light at the end of the tunnel. And she was stuck with darkness. As her form hit the floor, she felt it and it hurt. No, she wasnt dead, but she wasnt alive enough to slip back to consiousness. The darkness, lack of sound, and everything that went with it, took her over again and she heard and felt nothing. That floating senstion returned. Then voices. Lots of voices. Ones she recongised, ones she didnt clammered together to create a loud roar. Then images began to flicker, like an old movie screen before her eyes. Jumbled and mixed up, nothing made sence. Then she felt again. Felt herself being moved. Positioned on something soft. Her bed. Then his breath, the hot slickness of his tongue as it moved over her wonds. ---

19:40:59 [`Joe] Then nothing once more. Back to the dream would were everything was pain free and happy. She liked it there for now. Nothing made sence, nothing hurt. She wanted to stay there. And for now, she would.

19:50:03 Scott_Masterson Layed on the bed facing Joe, a clawed finger gently tracing it's way over her lips and then down her neck and hooking under the collar of her shirt. He listened closely to everything Chanel said Charlie, all of it was well thought out advice and things he would not have considered himself. It was brilliant, actually. There would be no family looking for him, and considering the newfound 'love' he had for her, he was effectively hers, in every sense of the word. His eyes refocused on the 'sleeping' Joe, and the idea of having someone like her worshipping him as Charles now seemed to do was quite intriguing. He knew instantly that he would not in fact torture and kill her as he had planned. Not when such a change was possible. He ignored the sound of yet another voice in the room, too blood drunk to care and currently almost as transfixed as Charles was. His hand slid lazily up and down her body, which had somehow become even more gorgeous with the narcotic effect of the blood.

19:50:06 Scott_Masterson Or maybe it was the blood on her that he found irresistable. Either way, his mind was made up. He knew she would have to be tied up, or otherwise incapacitated for when she woke--but also that she would be groggy for at least a few hours, perhaps longer. He let a clawed hand rest on her chest as he watched her and the drowsiness began to become apparent, for a moment considering carving his name into her skin and then thinking better of it. No use ruining that perfect skin if she could potentially be tied to him for life.

19:58:44 Illyriea-Illusion Clouded by darkness, the city lights bouncing off her pale skin. Her dress flowed fluently. France was such a lovely country, and she didn’t know why she hadn’t thought of coming here sooner. And Paris, one of the best cities she had based herself in. Her black eyes caught the shimmering lights coming from the city as she stood on a platform that over looked the city. Humans surrounded her. She looked pretty human, with her long black hair down, covering her neck and shoulders. She wore a long silk red-dress that hit the floor, and small black heels. In her right hand she held a glass of red-wine. From behind her she could hear light footsteps, one of the waitresses ”Ma’am, de plus, vin?” The waitress spoke in a soft tone. Illyriea didn’t bother to turn her gaze away from the glistening city. ”Non merci.” she said. It was lucky for her she could speak the language. She was raised in London and thanks to her rich parents, learning French was her life. [c]

19:58:59 Illyriea-Illusion You must have a polite and exuviate vocabulary. Her mother’s voice sounded in her head. Her head turned once the waitress had left and she looked over towards a young woman. Drawing. Another one from London, well it was always good to know she wasn’t the only one. She smiled as she downed the last drop of wine and moved silently to stand near by, still keeping a firm gaze upon the city lights. She glanced down towards the sketch, her eyes followed every line. ”Very pretty art.” Her velvet voice would sound. [e]
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19:58:44 Illyriea-Illusion Clouded by darkness, the city lights bouncing off her pale skin. Her dress flowed fluently. France was such a lovely country, and she didn’t know why she hadn’t thought of coming here sooner. And Paris, one of the best cities she had based herself in. Her black eyes caught the shimmering lights coming from the city as she stood on a platform that over looked the city. Humans surrounded her. She looked pretty human, with her long black hair down, covering her neck and shoulders. She wore a long silk red-dress that hit the floor, and small black heels. In her right hand she held a glass of red-wine. From behind her she could hear light footsteps, one of the waitresses ”Ma’am, de plus, vin?” The waitress spoke in a soft tone. Illyriea didn’t bother to turn her gaze away from the glistening city. ”Non merci.” she said. It was lucky for her she could speak the language. She was raised in London and thanks to her rich parents, learning French was her life. [c]

19:58:59 Illyriea-Illusion You must have a polite and exuviate vocabulary. Her mother’s voice sounded in her head. Her head turned once the waitress had left and she looked over towards a young woman. Drawing. Another one from London, well it was always good to know she wasn’t the only one. She smiled as she downed the last drop of wine and moved silently to stand near by, still keeping a firm gaze upon the city lights. She glanced down towards the sketch, her eyes followed every line. ”Very pretty art.” Her velvet voice would sound. [e]

20:08:10 Chanel smiled at Charlie. She knew he would manage it. She hadnt given him that much blood, had she? "Such a beauty.." She whispered as she nuzzled against his neck. She rested her head against his shoulder and looked up as someone else, someone she recognized came through the balcony door...Her head came up, her expression clearing of anything except confusion. "Pardón moi?" She blinked and tilted her head as she watched him, continuing to run her hand along Charlie's back. She felt at ease in Charlie's lap, quite comfortable in fact, but as Cain came in, she smiled even wider. She looked at Charlie as she felt somehing pulling, and her head snapped up. "No." She said, her eyes directed at Cain. She moved off Charlie's lap and walked towards Cain, a hand moving tohis chest. "No, he is mine. Not for you to touch.." Her e yes looked imploringly up at him. Her fingers digging into his shirt. "I want him as my pet." She stared into Cains eyes, wondering what he would do. Would he listen to her? Throw a fit?

20:08:40 [Chanel] Walk away even? No..he wouldnt do that, she didnt think...she bit her lip, watching him carefully. "Please..?"

20:11:10 Charisma hummed slightly, still drawing. The small sound of the pencil scraping over the paper as leaving lines and sketches.. It was almost finished now.. she kept glancing from the paper to the view as she continued to put the view on her artistic paper. Her mind drifted off slightly. A smile passed her lips as the waitress was talking to some other woman it seemed, but she did not bother to look up. No.. the drawing had gained her full attention right now. Tilting her head some, she glanced at the paper and then the view. Long, brown hair dangled down her face and over her shoulders and covered some of her back and chest. Charisma had not bothered putting it up in a pony tail or anything. No, the night air was cool, and not cold at all. During the day it was nice to do so though. On her skin lingered the soft scent of the sun and fresh air among with her shower gel and a slight intoxicating shampoo came off her hair. She wore slight lipstick too. A light one.. not too bright. A smile passed her lips at some <C>

20:11:39 Charisma thoughts where she would go next. Hearing the voice, Charisma looked up some and smiled a little at the sight of the female, but the glance was gentle and calm. “Thanks.” She said gently and looked back down to the paper. The female herself had really had that London accent she looked at the female again pausing in her almost finished sketching. “Nice view, isn’t it?” she asked gently and now managed to see her some better; the female had something awkward, but also intriguing at the same time. Smiling, she looked away some at the view. “I love Paris, always wanted to go here since I was a child.” She says and add the last few things to her sketch and then closes the notebook some but goes through the pages slowly and all fine art is shown. She thinks for a minute and observes what she all had drawn already in these few days she had been here. <E>

20:11:45 [Charisma] was wearing*

20:16:13 [Charlie] His eyes started to lose focus as he rested more of her weight against her, almost not noticing when she moved away from him aside from the lack of support against him. Tired, he was so tired. Laying back, he rested his arms behind his head, the wound in his stomach forgotten as he stared up at the ceiling. His mind started wandering, thinking over his time in Paris, the city of...what was it the city of? But he'd found himself a real Paris girl, not the type to take home to mom but a girl nonetheless. His head turned to the side as he looked to Cain, was he the one doing this, messing with his head. Rolling over onto his knees, he forced himself up to his feet, following after Chanel. "Hers, I'm hers. Stay out of my head." He said with a sardonic sort of half smile, slurring his words slightly as he poked a finger toward Cains chest.

20:16:17 [Charlie] [be right back]

20:24:51 Cain dark eyes fallowed her as she came towards him and narrowed slightly, his jaw clenching tightly, the muscles in his cheek pulses as they flexed. His expression generally would be difficult to read, there were no obvious expressions of anger, jealousy, irritation, and loathing aside from the set jaw which would be difficult to pick out, the real tell was how incredibly fierce his eyes were. He didn’t lessen his drain on the human, as a matter of fact he double the pull. His eyes flicked towards the man, irritated that he was aware of what was happening, he sure as hell should have been oblivious. “I don’t appreciate the contact between you two.” He stated simply as his eyes turned back on her. “Not in the least.” He stated quietly before he severed the drain. He glanced down at her hand on his shirt before his nose wrinkled a bit in disgust. “You even smell like him…” He stated, obviously disgusted as he pulled away from her. “I wouldn’t think that-” He said, jerking his head towards the human <c>

20:25:07 Cain <c>“would be necessary.” He said as he moved back out into the balcony, obviously upset. “You won’t come to me spelling like that, livestock.” With that he left, letting himself fall from the balcony before he landed silent on the ground and walked at a human pace north.

20:34:27 Illyriea-Illusion Looked back out towards the view as the woman thanked her of her compliment. ”Your welcome” She said generously. Her eyes lingered over the Eiffel tower. She looked at each light on the metal figure, counting how many their would be on their. As the female near her spoke again, her eyes were drawn down to her and she nodded. ”Most beautiful” She tilted her head, and gestured for a waiter to come to her. One waiter came over and nodded his head ”Deux de plus vin” She said and off the waiter went. ”I hope you don’t mind red wine.” She said as she placed her empty glass down. She smiled as the female spoke of her love for this city, Illyriea also loved this city, but Paris was like a second home to her. Her cousins lived here so many years ago, that well…no-longer her family existed here. Her eyes linger on the notebook as pictures are flickered through the pages. ”Do you do a lot of drawings? She asked. Her eyes brought back to the Eiffel tower and that’s were they [c]

20:34:47 Illyriea-Illusion lingered for a long while, as if she was in a little reverie. ”You know, the Eiffel tower wasn’t meant to last here. It was an art form. During the build of it, no-one died and as soon as the Art’s festival finished…they were meant to take it done. It’s good they didn’t, don’t you think?” [e]

20:34:51 Chanel reached down and gently ran her fingers through Charlie's hair as he left his spot and moved towards her. She was increasingly aware of him, and found it strange. She had never had her own thrall bfore, and though she wouldnt admit it to anyone else, it was amazing that she even accomplished it in the first place. But she kept that to herself. She hesitated as Cain continued. He looked furious. But she didnt bother defending herself or Charlie. It was obvious that Cain's mind was made up. She could tell he was upset. Furious. Maybe something else, she didnt know. "I didnt know I was asking permission.." She said quietly, taking a step back and nearly bumping into charlie as Cain pulled away from her, disgusted. She let her hands drop to her sides, her eyes watching his carefully. She let him go as he moved off the balcony and only shook her head. "I dont answer to you.." She said, the only thing she would give Cain as she turned to Charlie. She looked down at him, finding it impossible to be mad at either

20:35:15 [Chanel] of them as she put her hands on her hips. She smiled at Charlie and shook her head. "What are you doing down there?" She reached down, lifting the boy up by his arm and directed him out into the balcony with her. She would give Scott and Joe their privacy. "Now now..can you walk?" She knelt down, looking him over. She hoped that Cain hadn't drained him too far. That would be a shame.

20:54:45 Charisma gently nodded at the female her respond. “Yeah, it really is.. Sometimes I wished I could stay here for a little longer and see even more of it, you know?” a sigh escaped her lips. “I might move here someday, but meanwhile I’ll surely return to Paris whenever I can.” It was obvious the female didn’t live here at all. “However..London is my home.. but Paris..” A sigh escaped her lips as she stared over at the view. Yes, she was fond of it. Charisma looked up as the female spoke some French words, she slightly understood and watches the commotion going on. “No no, that’s fine.” She said gently about the wine and nodded gently. “I drink it once in a while.” She flicked her hair back lightly and looked away some.. Again Charisma smiled at her words and closed her note book. A few nods were given. “I do actually, a lot.” She answered at the drawing. The female observed the other gently. “You want to take a closer look?” she asked and offered her the sketch book. Then she would speak again,<C

20:54:49 [Aemilius] ((Maybe later tonight, but just not right at the moment

20:55:06 Charisma <C>“So, do you live here?” she asked curious. The female’s accent was intriguing.. “You..got a nice accent, where are you from? “ she just had to ask it.. Hearing her words and some of the history her eyes twinkled some. The waitress returned with her Jus d’orange and the two red wines and apologized for the wait.. Charisma nodded. “That’s alright.” She said gently, not bothered or anything.. She continued to listen to Illyriea, looking at her. “Oh wow, really? I didn’t know.” She said, intrigued by how she told it, as if she had been there.. She nodded. “Absolutely.. it would have been a shame if France’s main symbol had just been..taken down, then Paris wouldn’t have been as it is now, you know?.” She raised a hand some and looked away. Charisma glanced at the view some. Besides the group, she had not met a lot of people yet. She thought for a moment and then spoke again. “What is your name, if may ask? I am Charisma, but people call me Char, or Chella. Both is fine.” She said and offered <C>

20:55:22 Charisma <C> her hand. A gentle smile was on her lips. This female somehow made her curious, but she was still the same as before. <E>

20:56:33 [Charlie] As Cain increased his pull, Charlie felt his already wobbily knees buckle and he sat there, staring at the floor without a clue as to what was going on around him. He was in his own little haze, thoughts drifting in and out of his head like air. Charlie hardly noticed it when Cain left and was even less aware when he was pulled to his feet and pretty much dragged out onto the balcony. "Huh?" Charlie leaned against the railing, looping his arms over it and staring out at the city, mesmorized by the lights. "Pretty...pretty city..." He looked up to her and smiled, a genuine almost childish sort of smile as he reached up and ran a hand along her chin. "Pretty girl." His mind was shot, between the shocks he'd recieved, his enthrallment, and the blows dealt to it by Cain, he was far gone. Leaning his head on the rail, he slid down to his knees before slumping to the side. "I dun know French. Gonna have to learn, get a translator." He looked up to her, deep blue eyes opened wide. "Teach me French?"

21:09:10 Chanel really thought that Charlie should be in bed, by the way he was acting. And Cain had dared to even touch her property, flaunt his control over it. She cleared the anger out, there ewas no room for anger. She knelt down there, looking the boy over. "We need to get you in bed.." She mumbled as she watched him. She smiled in amusment as his brain capacity was reduced to that of a child, and shook her head at it. "Yes, you will have to learn. I'm sure you can do fine.." She moved her arm underneath his knees, and her other at his back behind his arms. She lifted him, but with a little bit of a strain. She wasn't that tall, and regardless of her vampiric strength, he was a little heavier than she would admit. Almost a deadweight even. "Charlie, where do you live?" She stepped off the balcony, her outfit flairing out a little as she landed in a crouch, her hold tightening on him as she tried not to drop him. Dropping him would mean he'd die or get injured further and she didnt want that. She stood up and began wa

21:09:28 [Chanel] walking down the street with him. If he gav her the address,s he would move there and drop him off in his bed.
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