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22:12:50 Aemilius Stood idly on an empty rooftop. Leaning against a corner of wall, he glanced over the city as if it where his already. Both of his gleaming eyes caught every flicker of light before them, sparkling like two jewels. The elder was waiting for something to catch his attention, perhaps his next meal? Lazily canting his glare to the north, he felt one of his children enjoying her self. “Chanel,” he whispered upon the breeze before letting a smile overtake his smooth face. ~Chanel, are you enjoying your self? I can feel your excitement from this far away.~ Speaking to her telepathically. Closing his eyes he would begin to focus on her, and through her blood felt another being. The feeling was familiar to him, she had finally taken a thrall under her command. -c-

22:13:14 Aemilius Slowly opening his eyes, he would cant his head towards his former location. For a short while he had been admiring a young woman whom drew upon a sketch pad. Using his dark gift the elder knew exactly what she was drawing, having the ability to skim surface thoughts. For the most part he wasn’t only interested in her drawing ability; no he was more interested in the song her heart sang to him. The delightful beating sound, drumming elegantly into his ear drove him to shiver lightly. Twisting, and churning inside of his gut, his hunger toyed with him. Rather then letting him self be taken away by his hunger, he relished it. Allowing the young artist’s heartbeat to flirt with his lustful hunger, and doing nothing to vanquish the feeling he simply teased himself. -e-

22:13:27 [Aemilius] ((sorry so short, but I am at work))

22:27:17 Charisma had been thinking about Paris and the usual stuff.. Drinks, places, adventures.. all that kind of stuff. The female wondered where to go to really.. She was still sketching.. Looking back, she noticed that Ilyriea had vanished..well left.. Too bad.. she seemed nice. The female thought. She had just finished the drawing a while ago, but had begun on another; she was sketching two people next to her that were chatting. A smile pursed her lips as she slunk away in thoughts. She knew exactly how to put down every exact detail on someone's face, an expression, a glance even. She gave them glimpses as sketching them and smiled some. It worked out pretty well. Her pencil lightly scraped over the paper, putting down lines and slowly images. She crossed her legs, wearing a middle summer dress that reached to her upper legs, and had small buttons on her chest that could be opened some. Her head tilted to the side, her eyes observing closely.. Her long brown, hair dangled down her face and her back some as<C

22:27:36 Charisma <C> she was drawing. Her eyes went from the paper to the people and back. Of course she had no idea she was watched. A sigh escaped her lips as she continued to draw, to only pause to take a small sip from her drink; The orange juice. She put it back down and continued to draw, her leg swaying some as having them crossed. The wind went through her hair slowly, causing it to wave slightly.. some more of her slight tanned cheeks got visible. Pausing again, she girl flicked her hair back at one side and continued to look to the side and back continuing on her fine art.. The kids will love it.. she thought. Tomorrow the Eiffel tower, hopefully.. she put some hair back with a finger and places a streak behind her ear gently. Charisma then began to sketch once more. <E>

22:34:43 Chanel moved down the street, walking at a brisk, but human pace as she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her trench coat. Her hood was up, hsadowing her face, providing a buffer against the winds that was starting to pick up and slice through the neighborhood. She didn tthink that it would get too cold, or too windy, however. She wondered at the thrall she had taken under her wing, and again at Cains reaction. She shook her head, pushing it out o fher mind. No, he made his decision, and chose his own course. He didnt even ask. If there's one thing she hated, it was assumptions. She lifted her head, her hood falling back as her slightly tousled hair brushed against her cheek, her pace slowing as she felt something on the wind. It made her shiver, as she glanced around. Then she heard the words that Aemilius spoke. It struck a cord through her, and she drew a breath - even if she didn't need to breath. She looked up instinctively. It didnt take long to find him. <i>"My lord, there is much to discus

22:34:57 [Chanel] "My lord, there is much to discuss..wil you sit with me?" She sent back, a murmer on the wind, circling around his head and entering his thoughts. It was harder for her to send one back but she was slowly learning. Without even thinking about it, she turned southward, makiing her way towards his direction.

22:46:07 Aemilius Continued to watch his prey go on with her drawing, allowing his hunger to build. Upon hearing his child’s voice, he lazily turned his head towards the north and felt her change her direction towards him. At this point he was debating on taking his snack to go, but then again he didn’t want to expose him self openly to the public that he was a vampire, and for the protection of his kind. It was best that he got the woman’s attention. Glaring at her for a long moment, he would try to gain her attention. If she did glance up at him, she would see a hansom man in a pure white suite. The white of his shoes matched his clothing, making him seem like a rich business man. Standing above her by six stories, the man simply stepped off of the edge. She would watch him fall and so would a few others that sat upon the same balcony she resided on. As he passed below her view and the view of others around her, people would scream in shock. One man even ran to the edge of the building to see where the man hit. -c-

22:46:13 [Charisma] np)

22:46:19 [Aemilius] But there was nothing, no sign of impact. Shortly after Chanel would be met by her sire, “An what is there to talk about,” picking up where she had left off? He stood before her like a statue, still and unmoving. Not even the natural blinking of his eyes would be cast upon her. -e-

22:54:52 Charisma : felt someone stare at her.. She blinked confused and shivered uneasy..that feeling, she had back at the club..? What was it.. She wonder. She shove another streak behind her ear and looked over.. Seeing the handsome tall man, she gave hima shy smile, blushed and looked away shyly, continuing to draw. She felt her heart pounce.. Just then she would look up once to see him fall. She gasped and dropped her note book, almost falling over, but gained her position and crawled up. Her heart pounded now badly. Who was this man? She felt uneasy..why did it make her shiver, but yet so intrigued at the same time? Is appearance that was. She picked up her note book, stuffed it carefully in her bag and blinked.. Ugh..what’s happening to me.. she thought and shook her head.. She got up, having to take a peek. Was he alright? Who was he? All these thoughts flew through her mind.. Charisma ran over to the place and looked around.. No one.. She flinched and stepped back some. “H-hello? S-sir…? Are you <C>

22:55:15 Charisma <C> alright?" she yelled gently and worried. It was obvious she had seen t, not to mention her heart pounced wildly.. But he was gone? What was going on here?!. Hesitantly, she made her way further there.. “Hello?” she was probably hallucinating.. Silent steps were heard.. but the guy wasn’t able to see anywhere.. <E>

23:04:27 Chanel stopped in her persuit towards Aem's southernly direction. She stopped suddenly when he appeared before her, her expression not changing. Still, she would not be deterred. "My lord.." She said, canting her head respectfully. Then she wavered in her formality and walked the rest of the way towards him - which wasnt very far at all. She wrapped him in a hug and kissed his cheek before stepping back, returning her hands to her pockets. "Walk with me?" She asked imploringly. If he chose to, she'd start walking into the more quiet neighborhoods, away from prying ears. "I have noticed a certain lack of regard with the younglings...there has been two - at least that I've spotted, that are without sires, without guiding hands. One, is a newborn. The other, perhaps a year old...maybe five at the most." She glanced at him and then towards the road, continued walking. She shook her head in disgust. "I Have not located their sire, or sires as the case may be and may have to take action, and I felt strongly that yo

23:04:53 [Chanel] you should be notified.." She spoke in cultured tones, respectful and curtious.." I have also taken a young man under my wing and made him a thrall. There is a vampire hunter within the city, and despite some mis-steps, she is very skilled. I gave the yearling the hunter as a test....to see how quickly he would last against her. this mortal. Have I made a mistake by not killing her?" She stopped, turning towards him.

23:15:56 Aemilius Felt a small gust from his wake catching up to him after using his vampiric speed. Truly he did fall from the rooftop, once hitting the ground with his feet first he used his vampiric speed to rush from the area. It had happened so fast that only a gust of wind was left in his wake, trying to catch up with him. The gust would play at his clothing slightly as he stood still listing to Chanel’s news. “Before we walk, lets wait a movement. I have a meal searching for me. I wouldn’t want her to lose me, and I end up having to feed off of you,” leaning in seductively. Animating his left hand to open, he would let its index finger run up between her breasts, and perch its self under her chin. “Chanel, we are creatures that kill, you should have ended the hunters life. Kill without mercy,” letting his finger tip’s nail dig into the bottom of her chin lightly. It wasn’t in an act to be mean that he did this, it was more of a teasing gesture. -c-

23:16:12 Aemilius “But,” he said as his hand relaxed and soon fell back down at his side, “you have her captive I assume? This is good. Make sure not to kill the woman, for I wish to speak with her.” She would be able to feel the elders eyes move about her body. They felt like cold hands, skimming the surface of her skin where ever they moved. “An as for the fledglings, you may also bring them to me. You remember where I reside don’t you,” he asked cocking his brow? And if Charisma at any point wandered upon them, he wouldn’t turn to recognize her. Only if she spoke to him, or touched him would he break his eye contact with Chanel.-e-

23:20:52 [Charisma] Skip..BRB)

23:25:20 Chanel felt the wind as well as it caught up to them. Even as it ruffled his clothing, it moved the hair from around her shoulders, animating it if only for a moment before letting it settle back where it may. She nodded as he stayed where he was, respecting that. A small smile played at her lips at the idea that he could be playing with his food, but she knew better than to chastise an elder. Especially her elder; her sire. She knew better than to move, a shiver running down her spine as he traced his fingertip along her breast and to her chin. She let out a breath that she didnt know she held as she felt that fingertip digging into her chin, lifting it up even as she met his eyes. Her fingers relaxed, moving themselves for the moment free of their pockets, but she did not break eye contact with Aemilius. or at least she tried not to. "You are wise beyond your years.." She said, even as she found herself nuzzling against that hand. She felt her cheeks fl ush as his hand moved, away from her chin and to h

23:25:42 [Chanel] his side. She nodded to his question. "She is with the fledgling now, and she will remain in his care for quite some time." She felt pleased that he would praise her such. She felt another smile play on her lips as he mentioned his residency. "How could i forget?" She felt that smile play teasingly on her lips, her eyes amused, if for the moment.

23:36:14 Aemilius felt the urge to feed, and so he looked over his shoulder to where he had expected to see his pray. Disappointed that she wasn’t giving chase after him, he returned his glaze to Chanel. “Have you fed,” he asked in a macabre voice. The elder had a tendency of feeding off of other vampires. Chanel, having been his child for many years now, may have been use to it and even learned to enjoy letting her sire feed from her. If she allowed him, he would brush away her hair from her slender neck. Leaning down between her head and shoulder he would kiss her neck tenderly. Pulling her into his embrace before biting into the softness of her neck, his hand would grasp the nape of her back while he fed. He wouldn’t draw to much blood from her, but just enough to push back the bubbling tar in his gut that was his hunger. If she denied him, he would simply force him self upon her. Rather then being gentle and sweat, he would be violent. Biting into her harshly as punishment for denying him the pleasure of tasting her, -c-

23:36:44 [Aemilius] either way he would feed. Once done, he would lick the wound healing her instantly. The taste would satisfy him, and draw the creature into a lustful lull. No mater if she let him, or he had to take it from her, he would kiss her. Ending the kiss, “Thank you my dear,” before walking her to her haven.-e-

23:46:10 Charisma : stopped. She shrugged and shook her head. ‘Darnit, I lost him..well..--” she hushed. Her instincts told her to back off, but she had to search for him, know the answer. Who was this handsome tall guy? He moved a streak of hair behind her ear. Hesitating, she stepped back.. but curiosity won.. she walked out and then stopped seeing two figures.. Her heart stopped as seeing the guy she had seen fallen off the roof. Her eyes grew widen.. It was him! She stepped back and swallowed, words stuck in her throat. Her sandals clicked on the ground.. She looked at them and stopped, her heart pouncing. She swallowed and stared. She yet forced herself to speak. “E-excuse me?” her voice started; it was gently, soft, but shaking… “I um..wanted to ask if you were..I mean..you..”she hushed and swallowed. “I didn’t mean to..-I mean..” she panted and swallowed, the bag still on her shoulder with her sketchbook in it. “Um..I..uhh..think I should go.. I didn’t mean to disturb..” she said. And hit her own head softly. There <C

23:46:40 Charisma <C> no such things as people fallen off the roof..but why did her body told otherwise. “I..I think am hallucinating things.. s-sorry.” And she’d turn around to leave. "Again s-sorry.." it was obvious she was confused. <E>

23:50:13 Chanel nodded in response to Aem's question. "I have, even from the huntress herself.." She said, pulling a triumphant smirk. Her eyes glanced up, startled as he began to brush away her hair. "My lord..?" She asked imploringly as he drew her into an embrace, she shifted...something perhaps he could take as defiance. She let in a harsh breath as he bit down harsher than he needed to be, and she whimpered, her hands moving to his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his white suit. She closed her eyes tightly, feeling his body tighten around her, pulling her deeper into the embrace as he took her blood. She let out a soft sound, barely indistinguishable by human standards. She let out a harsh breath, feeling her body weaken even as her knees began to buckle. Some small sip or not, she was powerless to stop him. She swayed as he pulled his fangs out, the hole already closing as he began walking her home. Sh ewas in a daze, only nodding in response, as her hand came up to her neck, touching the still healing f

23:50:30 [Chanel] flesh. She glanced up as she heard the voice behind him. The girl with a sketchbook. Her eyes stared at the girl, her eyes forbidding even as she pulled in a breath. She shook her head minutely at the girl, something Aem may or may not notice. She stood straighter, refusing to look weak in front of a mere mortal, and even as the girl stumbled back, muttering apologies, she simply ignored her for the moment, letting Aems take her home, if he was able to. She could feel the heartbeat incessently against her, and felt the pull of it, but she wouldnt be a glutton. If she even so much as neared the girl, Charisma might not get out of this alive.
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17:06:21 [Dean_Walt] I had retraced my steps back to the carnival. But getting in was another deal altogether, the cue was huge and before long I walked off in frustration at the situation, I'd come back another night. After a restv I had gotten up to the sound of sirens, another busy in night in the streets Paris. I thought long and hard about what I did after the carnival, but I couldn't remember, "Fuck it!" I exclaimed as I stood up and knocked my brief case into the wall, "Oh shit..." Still getting used to the strength thing, I paused for a moment and listened, no screaming apartment manager, I was safe. I took in a now uneccesary breath, "Fuck sake..." I rubbed my forehead, fuck it throbbed. I moved over to take my jacket and heard a soft scrunch in one of my jacket pockets. I reahced for the pocket and pulled out a note, *Come to the éternel ténèbres at the corner of Laurent Ave. Meet you there.* A flash in my head came as I remembered the street, moving, crowds, the note in hand. (c)

17:15:46 [Dean_Walt] (c) That place, it was...not too far from the carnival, I remember walking. But I only remembered the entrance, dark stairs and red lights. I grabbed my jacket to head back to the carnival, once there I asked around for éternel ténèbres. Not too many people knew of it, bar one guard at the carnival, "Eh te savons! où!?" The guard pointed me in the right direction and I took off, despite looking deathly pale now, this was absurbed. I eventually made it to the club, night had set in and I think it was around 9pm I looked tot he guard, "Um...pouvoir moi?" The guard looked me up and down and then opened the chain and I made my way down, descending intot he unknown. Red lights...velvet cushions, wide bar, the smell of...blood? Already the underground cllub was occupied by lots of people, "What the hell...little early.." I made my way over tot he bar, may as well start there, "Fais te parler anglais?" The bar tender nodded, "Can I help you...?" I took a sigh of relief, "Heck yes, listen I think (c)

17:17:00 [Dean_Walt] (c) I was here last night with a women, I need to find her, were you on shift last night because this is urgent like, fuck urgent!" The othe rpatrons seemed to stare for a moment but I didn't notice, my focus was on the bartender. (e)

17:32:15 Chanel was already at the club and had been for some time. Taking a night off from her own club, she was just there to have fun. She was a pretty little number in a black corset dress, her hair pulled back into a twist, and bangles on her wrist. A Bloodred ruby rested between the swell of her breasts held on a fine gold chain, and blooddrop earrings to match. She carried around a glass with her, but she wasn't interested in drinking it at the moment. Even so, it was almost empty. She made her way up to the bar, not too far from Dean as she slid between two bikers. "Bonjour.." She said with a smile as she leaned up to the bar. "The usual, ce vu plais.." She waited for the bartender to make her drink as she gathered her money up. Strange thing, that..She had no use for money. She smiled as one of the bikers vacated his seat, and she took a moment to slip into the seat, smoothing out her dress as she did. (Ew, short.)

17:56:12 [Dean_Walt] The Bartender nodded, "I saw you..." I only got even more eager, "Tell me where she can be found!" The Bartender shook his head, "I do not recall seeing a female with you though...or anyone for that matter, at the time I saw you...you were alone. Looking around like you are now..." I gritted my teeth, "That's not possible! I came here to meet her!" I glanced tot he side seeing a beautiful women sit down in between two bikers, who by the way were now stareing at me, "What!?" I was nmot in the mood to be pissed off, I looked back tot he Bartender to se ehim go to make the beautiful women's drink, "Just fucking great" The headacher and dry throat had started again, "Dammit..." I turned and sat myself down at the bar trying to think, "Come on...what happened...wait.." I remember walking intot he back room, some stairs, I stood up and looked to the chained door that I went through, I walk straight over to it, only to be grabbed by a guard, "VIP only." I grabbed his

17:57:03 [Dean_Walt] (c) wrist, "Let me the fuck go...I need to get in there! I was there last night with this women I need to see!" (e)

18:07:07 Chanel sat back, looking forward as she was given her drink. It was dark red, but it didn't seem to stand out. She gathered the drink to her, and sniffed it, paying no attention to the male for the moment. She handed her change over, and as the man left the bar, soon after..so did she. She pushed away from the bar, and took her drink with her. She moved with graceful steps, almost silent through the crowd. Not a whisper could be felt, but she would soon be at the mans' side. She looked imploringly up at the bouncer, and gave him her most winsome smile, even as she produced a VIP badge. "Ce vu plais, forgive me my brother. He is not..well. He is with me." She glanced towards Dean, her ice blue eyes setting on his for the moment as if daring him to object. Her hand moved, resting on the boys back. "Let us through. He is with me. I will make sure he is..well taken care of." She gave the man a smile and the bouncer looked at her for a moment before stepping aside. "Come with me.." Her hand moved down along the boys arm

18:07:20 [Chanel] fingers snaking into the others hand as she lead the way. Down some stairs they went. She seemed to know where she was going. She glanced back at him once ina whiel to see if he was following, and then she pulled him into a room and shut the door. "Drink this, you need it more than I." She held the glass out to him, her eyes set on his.

18:07:51 [Illyriea-Illusion] (( --posting ))

18:14:31 Illyriea-Illusion Music boomed, woman swayed their hips, whilst their hair floated in the opposite direction to the way they threw their heads to the side. Men watched with lurking and prying eyes. Illyriea stood off, away from everyone else. In her red silk-dress she watched the humans dance their night away. She ran her hand through her hair and walked across the floor to the bar, pushing past a few people. ”Une, vin, plaire.” She asked. She twisted on her heel to look over the people as the Bartender went to grab her glass of wine. Her ears had caught what seemed to be an argument almost. She moved her head slightly to the side to glance towards the male who seemed a little angry. But his eyes were staring across to the woman who sat in between to bikers. Illyriea looked to this woman, who was just staring towards him as well. She sighed and rolled her eyes. Maybe laugh at first sight? By the males behavior to the staring woman it wasn’t. The bartender returned with her wine, ”Merci” [c]

18:14:45 [Illyriea-Illusion] She took a sip of the glass, keeping her eyes on the male and female. She was more curious to see what the male was going to do. She watched him sit back at the bar, muttering some incoherent words to himself. But when he moved off, Illyriea’s eyes went back to the female who left the bar also. She tilted her head in curiosity and took another sip of the red wine. She soon followed also. She followed them just to hear the female announce to the bouncer that the male was with her. Producing a VIP card. Illyriea wondered what was behind that door, in the so called VIP part. Her eyes watched as the females soft fingers ran down the male’s arm, and she narrowed her eyes to this. She placed her wine down, and grabbed out a small piece of paper from the bra of her dress. She gave a seductive smile to the bouncer and handed the note. Whatever it said on it seemed to work for the bouncer would let her down the stairs. There were many and any of these could be the one the female and male had entered. [c]

18:14:56 Illyriea-Illusion All of Illyriea’s senses would have to be tuned into which room they were in. [e]

18:22:08 [Dean_Walt] I clenched my fist as the guard seemed to tighten his grip on my coller, "Let me go pal...I have no problem with laying you out..." I got ready to strike but as I did I heard a voice and suddenly the women from the bar was next to me talking to the guard. She mentioned I was with her and I didn't object. I simply shook myself free and glared at the guard, a soft touch swiftly made its way down to my hand as I was suddenly lead downb the stairs, it was dark for the most part but then I wa spulled into an empty roomw ith her, she handed me the drink.. I was clueless to everything but her and myself right now, I had been so worked up about this whole affair I didn't even stop to see any of the patrons reactions to me. I looked at the crimson drink, "What...? I'm fine, I just need to find the women I was with the other night. Do you come here alot?" A sudden painful ache hit my forehead as the headache intensified, "Shit that hurts...I feel like I'm going mad..." I took a smell of the drink. It smelt wonderful,

18:22:10 [Dean_Walt] (c)

18:24:24 [Dean_Walt] (c) beyond wonderful it smelt liek the best thing int he world, "What is this....?" I took a sip and then found myself sculling the whole thing. Once finished a bit dripped from my lip down my chin, I didn't seem to care at the time as I felt the liquid flow through me, "Holy shit." It was unbelievable, I felt great, was there more? My headache seemed to subside almost instantly and my dry throat was gone. This was fucking brilliant stuff, "I gotta get me some of this." I then paused and looked to the strange but beautiful women, "Who are you...and why did you help me get back here?" (e)

18:31:26 Chanel threw the deadbolt behind her. It was a telltale gesture, and she knew it would do absolutely nothing to hold the woman back she knew was following them. She shook her head minutely, pressing again the drink to him. "Forget your other life. Your human life is gone. Please, drink..it'll clear your head." She smiled as he took the drink, watching him carefully. She took a half step towards him, and ran her finger along his lip where the blood dripped. She ran her finger along his bottom lip, a pleased smile on my lips. "This is our elixer, this is our life. You are a blood drinker now." She ran her hands down his arms and pressed her fingers against his hands, gently squeezing. Her smile was gentle, her eyes guinuine. "Please, my name is Chanel. I am here to help you." She took her hands away, and she glanced towards the door. She turned back towards Dean. "Please messire, you must come with me. There is no time. My sire wants to see you.." She took his hand again, and hoped that he would follow her. She move

18:31:44 [Chanel] moved to the other end of the room, where the a closet rested. Reaching up to the light, she flipped a switch, but instead of the light coming on, a door swung open. "Please, I will explain everything in due time. You must come with me, you're existance is in danger.." If he followed, the door would swing shut within moments, and Illyriea would be left with an empty room.

18:46:39 Illyriea-Illusion Talking was heard through the thin walls. And Illyriea really had to concentrate on the source of where the talking was coming from. But she could be wrong. She knew others lay in the other rooms. Moans coming from at least three and only one of them was a pleasured moan. Closing her eyes she listened to the voices. Blood drinker? Sire? Oh more vampire’s lurked in France. More than she knew of. She centered from where the voices where coming from, following the females voice who seemed to be doing all the talking. She took a few soft steps, but then quickly moved as she could hear their footsteps departing. Then she found the door. She twisted the door knob and swung the door open to see that they had disappeared. ”Oh no…” She said through gritted teeth. She slammed the door shut and rushed back up the stairs. The bouncer was standing there, where he was before. She grabbed him by the collar and shoved him into the wall. Using all her strength. It was easy to tell all her calmness [c]

18:47:12 Illyriea-Illusion had been washed away. She wanted to know who that female and male were. She wanted to know who the sire was! ”Un homme et morte vinrent prêt ou firent elles vont!?” She screamed at him. But he just gave her a confused look. ”Do you not understand French! Where did they go!?” Her Scottish accent now in full in her voice. When she got no answer she through the man back and rushed back down the stairs into the room. She studied the room for any sign of where they could’ve left through. The closet was never an option to her. [e]
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