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17:40:07 [Aemilius] ‘s body lay still and lifeless inside of his coffin. Tucked safely away from the hot kiss that is bestowed by sunlight, he would slumber, for the lack of a better word, until the life giving sunlight had ventured behind the horizon an into darkness. As the sun hid its self behind the horizon, the elders eyes would snap open. Two yellow irises would glare at the inside of a red interior of his coffin, as blue slowly bleed from his pupils to partially consume the vampires glossy eyes. Truly the coffin wasn’t necessary, it was simply a reminding to the creature whom slept there, that his life truly was over. Using his right hand, he would slide open the metallic lid, letting it come to rest on its side. Yet even as the cool open air washed over his face pale face, he would make no attempt to move. Rather then using his hands to pull his sleek frame from his metallic coffin, he would use his will. As if two unseen angels swooped down into his sleeping quarters and reached under his arms. -c- 17:40:36 [Aemilius] Something unseen lifted the elder up and out of his safe little box. Elegantly drifting him up and over the lip of his coffin, he would slowly descend down. His bare feet kissed the white marble floor, the angels whom obeyed his will would release the man from their unseen grip. Truly there wasn’t any angelic help, but it was purely the elders will to move that levitated his body. Greeting the elder would be statues of his past incarnations. Two, sleek, black Anubis statues, would stand guard next to the only door into the room dressed in Egyptian clothing. Keeping their white panted eyes focused upon the room before them, they were ever vigil. The soft sound of flesh stepping upon polished marble floors would echo in the mostly empty room. Truly the creature had no need to be bipedal, he could simply will him self to move as he did with his coffin. But out of respect for his former life, he animated his legs, feet, and toes to propel him forth like the mortals he impersonated. -c- 17:41:00 [Aemilius] Following his nightly routine, he would dial in the security code to open his door to the rest of his house. Pressing into the soft buttons with his index finger, each button made a soft, individual beeping sound. Once the code had been entered mechanical locks hidden within the thick walls would being to sing as they worked upon one another. The vault door slowly swung open, letting the creature roam free in his house. As soon as the censers that lined the ceiling detected movement they would summon the lights. One by one, each light flicked to life brightening the house in their revealing glow. Soon the nude man would be standing before his closet, debating on the clothing he would ware this night. It was the only decision that really plagued him this eve. Everything else was routine in his night, he would dress, then spend most of the eve at the Blue Lady, where he would find a nice meal and then a desert, before returning to his slumber. -c- 17:41:32 [Aemilius] Knowing full well that this routine wouldn’t last forever due to his ambitions, he relished them. Later that eve after dressing him self in a pure white suite, he would be pulling up to The Blue Lady.-e- [if I recall we were going to the blue lady, right?] 17:57:55 [Nicolette] The noise of the swing echoed through the park, rusty metal against rusty metal. As night grew bolder, the shadows seemed to grew in all sides of the park. Nicolette would scan the area with her blue hues, getting a sense she wasn't alone. The feeling sending chills down her spine. Though noise in the distance brought her to stillness on the swing, biting her bottom lip. She'd listen closely. Music would find her ears, a type of music she'd never listened to before. She'd stand up, following the sound out of the park. She'd walk slowly down the street, peering into the different shops until the music brought her down a narrow side street. This is where she'd pull her coat, tightly around her. She'd find a few people, if that is what you could really call them, standing in the street. Their aura giving her a sense of unwelcoming. She felt indifferent to them, which is what she'd feel even more when she'd enter the doors to the club. The club which name was, "Blue Lady", as said on the little sign hanging on -- 17:57:58 [Nicolette] the little sign hanging on the building. She'd hold her coat around her with one hand as the other went to fix and play with her hair. She'd study the interior of the club, her electric blue hues standing out in the dimmer light. She'd scan over the occupants, some seeming just like her, while the rest sent chills down her spine when they'd look back at her. She'd make her way into a quiet corner, not knowing why or what she'd do here. She's never been to a bar let a lone a small club. She'd take a deep breath and learn from the other occupants. 18:15:12 Aemilius Pulled up to The Blue Lady, called so due to the buildings past history. It was known before as The Pink Lady, known throughout France as being a high class brothel. But after it shut its doors due to a few, strategic deaths, the building never lived, like it once had, again. It was in its death that Aemilius found it, and gave it some of his blood. Now The Blue Lady lives once again, but only in death does she really please the crowds. Its wildly speculated that vampires come to this club to enjoy them selves, which only adds to the appeal to thee youngsters. Upon pulling up to the pale white building, the first thing that most people would experience is the music. It would be nothing that any human has heard before or for that matter been able to reproduce. Yet, like the mad pipe piper who led all the rats from a kingdom, and soon returned to force the children to follow him, the music drew mortals in. -c- 18:16:02 Aemilius People whom walked up to the steel double doors would be greeted by Mack, a body builder whom was the front door bouncer hyped up on cocaine and V. His bald head reflected the blue neon lights above him that spelled out the name of this, growing in fame, club. Upon seeing Aemilius, he would avert his eyes, and open the door for the elder. It was like stepping out of one world and into another, suspended acrobats danced upon long tarps of fabric above the dancing crowd. Lights flashed in perfect harmony with the live performance on stage. The smell of sweat, lust, and drunken humans twisted its self in the air, overlaying the smell of blood that drifted down from above him. Naturally he would follow the scent trail and glance up towards the second floor. It was more of a suspended patio that overlooked the crowd of dancing people, and was off limits to those whom weren’t invited by Aemilius him self. So those whom sat in the VIPs area knew Aemilius on some personal level.-c- 18:16:33 [Aemilius] It pleased the elder to smell blood teasing his taste buds, so much that a crease would form next to the corners of his lips, and tighten into a smirk. People naturally moved out of his way, consciously or unconsciously, they moved for him. Mechanically walking up the stairs that lead to the suspended patio, he would approach his high back seat and relax into it. It was positioned so that he could overlook the entire building, and it kept his back to the wall so that no one could creep up upon him. He sat in the far back corner of the club, and hanging over his seat would be a dim red light which concealed his appearance unless some one was standing before him. To anyone dancing on the dance floor, he would just be another patron. But like a bird of pray, he sat perched watching the ~sheep~ below him dance to the vampiric music that filled his club. A waitress in scantily clad clothing came before him offering the elder a clear, clean glass.-c-: 18:17:00 [Aemilius] -E-** 18:20:01 [Aemilius] prey*** 18:35:31 [Nicolette] Would stare upon the floor, starting to get lost in the music. Her eyes seem to stare blankly. She'd blink, shaking her head to try to pull herself together. She'd take one more look around, studying the patrons once more. She'd noticed the clothing, sparsely dressed, most of them. She'd look down at herseld, coat, hiding her small, petite figure. She'd bite her bottom lip, letting the coat slid of her shoulders and down her arm, where her fingers would wrap around it as it just falls. She'd find a empty seat and place it on the back of it. She'd slide her hands down her sides, straighting out the black, lacey, mini-dress she wore. The dim and flashing lights of the club would dance across her skin, making it glow. She'd pick up her curls and let them fall around her shoulders. She was a sight, though very indifferent than the rest of the patrons, even ones human like herself. She'd look up just in time to see bodies moving out of the way for one gentleman. She'd watch him seeming unable to take her eyes --- 18:35:34 [Nicolette] off him. She'd pull herself from staring at this man just as he sat down. She'd look into the bodies dancing while closing her eyes, letting to music flow around her like the breeze outside. She'd let herself get lost in it, joining the bodies in dance, standing out from the crowd. 18:37:24 Aemilius His fingers wrapped around the neck of the glass slowly, as if he were about to choke the life from it. Once in his milky smooth hands, she would cut her own wrist while smiling at Aemilius. The glass filled with ruby red liquid and the waitress smiled softly to signal she was done. Aemilius would, politely take her hand and lick the wound until it healed, “Thank you Bobbett.” She nodded her head and made sure not to say anything to him. She wouldn’t even breath before the old one unless give permission, being happy content with getting away from the elder with her life. So overall this was simply just another part of his routine. Sitting here for the most of the night until he found some one interesting to toy with. At this point in his unlife, he really couldn’t find enough sustenance from feeding off of humans. Now his age demanded the blood of higher beings to continue living. -c- 18:38:38 Aemilius Swallowing the warm rosy liquid down, it would coat his throat in her fear. He wasn’t able to avoid his eyes from locking on the woman as she continued to serve drinks to the other patrons. She could feel his hot gaze upon her and paused in her movements for a moment. Bringing her shoulders up, she would scrunch her neck trying to rid her self of the cool, malevolent glare she was receiving. To her relief, Nicolette had entered the building and stolen the gaze of his old monster. She was out of place, a innocent girl full of life just happening to fall into his club? “How cute,” he muttered softly to him self. Motioning with his left hand, he would beckon forth one of the many people whom worked for him. “Do you see that young girl,” Aemilius would be pointing towards the young girl with his spider like finger, “make sure that she is kept safe. A mater of fact invite her to sit with me.”-e- 18:47:29 Chanel stared out into the multi colored beams that crisscrossed the crowd, her eyes constantly on the move. Even she, at her sire's club would know that her safety was only minimal at best. She stood leaning up against the wall, one arm criss-crossed under her breasts, hands entertwined in with a chain metal decorative leash. As the leash's links were followed to its source, it would be seen clasped to a black and red lined choker adorning a young womans neck. Two chains snaked down from there, enveloping her wrists. She loooked like a plaything, and for the most part she was. The choker hid the dual marks of her teeth from her feeding earlier. She had taken Joe in the night from her 'master', Scott..and now held her, awaiting the arrival of her Sire. She stood, dressed in a blood red corsetted gown, her dark tousled hair framing her pale oval face. Dark eyes glanced back towards Dean who stood at her right side, a smile glancing her lips. "How do you like it here..?" She let out a breath and watched as her sir 18:47:35 User QueenOfHearts has successfully been kicked away. 18:47:57 [Chanel] sire arrived, in all fanfare. She glanced down at Joe to make sure she was compliant. She too was dressed in a corset dress, but hers was black, an almost mirror image. She had allowed Dean to wear whatever he wanted - He at least wasn't being punished. "Time to go." She stepped off the wall, flicking the leash as she urged joe to move. Moving up the stairs, she ascended the VIP platform, Dean and Joe in tow, with Joe moving in front of her. "Good evening.." She smiled as she stepped off the stairs, and made her way to Aemilius's side. She leaned down and pressed a kiss ot his weathered cheek. "I trust you are well?" Her fingers tightened on the leash, knowing that Joe wouldnt do something stupid. 18:54:57 [Nicolette] Her thoughts wondered as the music seemed to keep a hold of her. She could feel hands grazing her as she danced, eyes on her. She didn't care about them, just the music. It was lovely, something that seemed to touch her mentally and physically. It was a feeling she's never had with any other type of music she's listened to. The a hand grabbing her and pulling her away would wake her from her trance. She'd take a deep breath, looking up into a man's eyes. She'd try to pull herself away but she didn't move. She'd be caught by this man, but just as he was going to take her away. That same gentleman, Aem had talked to came to her rescue. He'd exchange a whisper with this man, who would release any hold he had on her and raise his hands up in defeat, moving into the darkness like a shadow. Her'd release the breath she had taken slowly. "Thank you..." She'd say walking up the man. He'd take her hand unexpectantly. "The gentleman up top," he'd motion towards Aemilius with a hand, "has invited you to sit with him, -- 18:55:01 [Nicolette] miss." She'd blink in disbelief. She'd look up at the suspended patio, letting her gaze fall upon the gentleman. She'd get a chill that ran down her spine, creating goosebumps. Just something got to her about this place, it's patrons, and most of all this gentleman. She'd look back at the man, who brought the invitation. "Am I safe?" She'd whisper, though would repeat it alittle louder, realizing he may not of heard it over the music. He'd nod before leading her to the stairs before she could protest or question any farther. She wouldn't, only follow. She'd let the man take her up to what seemed to VIP platform. She'd try to hold back any fear she may have at this point before she came before him. 18:57:12 [Dean_Walt] I had somehow managed to escape the mysterious nightclub with the strange yet beautiful women who was yet to offer her name to me. This was nuts, everything was nuts, what was the time? Where was I? I took in a breath again and then I spoken to, I was still wearing what I had at the club, "What....ah...its fine I guess, where the hell are we?" I paused, were we still at the nightclub just further along...no way that would make the place huge. I glanced to another young female on, "Hey what's the deal..." For now I just follwed the women up the stairs to what looked like a VIP Platform. Then there was the man in the chair, "What the..." I closed my eyes and shook my head, "This is nuts..." Another young women seemed to hesitantly move towards him. I looked to the women form the bar, "What the hell is going on here....and who are you..." I looked to the man in the chair, "Who the hell are you too, and why fuck is she on a leash, what the hell kind of sicko are you people, fuck I must have a wacked mind. (c) 19:00:45 [Dean_Walt] (c) This is just way out there..." I grasped my forehead trying to clear my head before letting go and looking to the women from the bar, "Let her go, now. People don't deserve to be treated like animals!" I looked to the man in the chair, "Look, the only reason I'm here is because I was told my existance was in danger and so I could find the women I was with the other night at you're club." I put both hands to my temple, "This can't be real..." I let go and looked to my hands, "What the fuck is happening to me...." I felt the frustration dwell within and I looked to them all, "What is this place!? Why is my existance in danger and who was that womenn at you're club!" I took a breath to calm myself, "Let the girl on leash go...." Maybe that would calm me, "Please..." (e) 19:01:40 [Charlie] Like a dog to his master, Charlie followed a few steps behind Chanel, bright blue eyes drifting over the crowd. He would be dressed a bit more nicely than usual, looking like one who would fit in rather than the college kid tourist that he usually appeared to be. What he used to be, before he was taken from that life and given a new one. A black fedora sat tipped on his head, holding his hair back away from his face. Charlie's eyes drifted downward, glaning at Joe. He supposed he had feelings for her when they had first met, after all he'd wanted to take her to dinner, and perhaps he still did have feelings, clawing at him from their place buried deep below those things that had been thrust upon him. Servitude, slavery, whatever one might wish to call it, he now belonged solely to Chanel. They were in public though, so he had to be on good behavior, on the outside one might think him to be the college tourist, the one who had spent hours running around the city doing nothing more than taking pictures. His-- 19:01:57 [Charlie] camera was left behind in his room now, though he'd spent some more time sight seeing earlier. During those times one could say he was almost fully himself, unlike now. He still acted like him, but his thoughts continued drifting back toward her. Following Chanel up the stairs, a wide, happy sort of grin passed over his face. "I've never been in an important persons room before, at least, not while the other important people were in it. Kind of exciting." He was eventually pulled from his stream of thoughts by the extremely vocal Dean. "You...don't know?" Charlie frowned and leaned in toward him, reaching up with his hand to gently lay his fingers on the mans chest. "How can you not? It's everywhere." And then the serious face broke, leaving him with the same joyful grin. "Shhh....it's okay....it's all okay." 19:04:03 ErisAngelus rolled out her neck, humming soft tunes to herself. “All the pretty ponies go round and round..round and round round and round.” Her finger traced over the metal with of the guard rail she leaned over. The cool air made her shutter a moment, her mouth opening like the very wind was a lover who reach down from the sky to caress her. “round and round…” Her honey lush voice trailed off. Almost like velvet were being slid over her tongue and then pulled through the ears of any close enough to hear her. Behind her the curtains of her flat dance with the breeze in a waltz of purple and gold. She was such a strange creature, this Eris. So very unlike most of the little blood gulpers of the night. Nay, she took pleasure in things in a way the younger could not understand. She savored the taste of each and every moment like life itself was a heavy drug and she the unquenchable addict. Eris’ dark, doe brown eyes, rich with earthy tones, scanned the street below her. She would have loved to dance ~ 19:04:32 [ErisAngelus] naked through the streets like a Lady Godiva. Yet, even as the smile slipped across her angelic face, she knew restraint and used it. The goddess would turn now, retreating back inside her private haven and sink down before a mirror. She was a private creature, choosing to avoid her own blood family. Instead, as she combed though her dark curls with ease, she thought over her freedom and how she savored it. Rolling her neck, Eris attached a string of pearls, seeing how well they melted into her olive skin. A little black dress and red high heels, her staple and favorite. However, tonight as she looked at her shoes, the woman would pause and shake her head. No, tonight she would were the white ones with white mink shawl. Unlike many, she did not play into the black…black black. She loved color, flair, flash. Standing, her feet making light clinks on the floor, she looked about. Scar had not returned yet, and a note would be left from Eris as to her where about. It simply read, ‘going to the club <3’ and was ~ 19:04:43 [Aemilius] AFK 19:05:03 [ErisAngelus] left there on the unused kitchen counter. The streets were busy, even at this hour, and the vampire moved through letting her nose sample just what was about her. She relished in the smells of everything about it mixed with the stink of this old city. She was upon the club in short time, and slid in like she had only a few night ago. Eyes turned, but she had a gift for going unseen when she wished to do so. This was one of those times. She stood there, looking down on the dance floor with narrowed eyes. For now, she would linger, quietly to the side. A male moved behind her, taking her shawl and brushing his lighting across her bare shoulder. Eris wouldn’t even turn to look at him, no, she was too interested in other things and the man would move along leaving her alone. Eyes lifted, like a deer looking at the stars, she wondered just what was going on behind the scenes of this little haven for their kind. Just what indeed. 19:05:24 [`Joe] Two nights had passed and she was still within the hands of her captor. Oh, not the original one, which, in her mind, might have been better and a little less humilating. But the woman. The one she had tried to kill that first night. Tried and failed. Miserably. Now, she stood against a wall, in something she wouldnt have been caught dead in, chain like a wild animal. But she guess she'd deserved it, putting up the fight she had to avoid this mess. Still, she wasnt a happy camper. Her fingers fiddled with the cuffs as Chanel looked around with her beady little eyes. If she could just..... the thought was cut off by Chanel tugging on the chain and snapping her out of them. Following, like a good pet, she glowered at the back of the womans head. She ignored the other two with them. Charlie was a lost cause in her eyes now. He was in the woman's thrall and there was nothing she could do to change it. And though the other male was demanding her release, he too was a vampire, something she hunted and killed on--- 19:05:28 [`Joe] a nightly basis. Being pushed to stand in front of them all, she cast a quick glance to each face before turning and looking back at Chanel. "What?" The question was simple. She wanted to know what she was doing here. What plans they had with her, a pathetic little human. What the blood thristy woman wanted her to do. 19:05:35 Jez [ is AFK, as well. BBS. ] 19:27:51 Scar_Romaria would return to the small place just moments after Eris had left. He would look around... more than suspicious of the fact the place was empty. She usually waited up for him when he was off at work. To his suprise however he'd find a note, reading it carefully only to see a few simple words. "The club? Without me? Why'd she leave?" He'd growl a bit... but calmed down quickly enough. The little heart meant she left him without something against him. Shaking his head the the violet-haired man would go into their bedroom, changing relatively quickly into something more simple than his leather attire. Black tee, black jeans and brown shoes. Suede. Classy! Heading towards the door he'd make his way towards the club as well, not wanting to be too far behind from Eris, able to smell her distince perfume along the way, meaning she wasn't too far along. Maybe a half hour or so ahead of him. Entering the club, the bouncers would look at him warily... Scar was always mistaken as the guy who would bother 19:28:01 [Scar_Romaria] the women... but he was pretty decent... and taken. Now his nose would have to be put to work once more. Where is Eris? 19:39:22 Chanel As she made her way towards the viewing stand, she slowed to a pause upon the absence of her Sire. Where had he gone? Meanwhile, she heard Dean freaking out, and she turned to look a thim. "If you knew anything at all, or if you had some respect, you wouldn't demand her release. You owe your life to me, youngling, please don't abuse it." She watched as Charlie moved to comfort the boy who seemed ot be freaking out. Who had sired him? Who had even unstabilized him enough that he would freak. She gave Joe a sideglance. Sh eknew she had balked at the dress, but she had done it to impress her Sire. To show that she, had captured a Huntress of great skill. She felt her arm slump to her side, letting out an unneeded breath. She stared at him for a moment longer, her face a careful mask before taking a seat in one of the chairs provided. "This person that you want to set free? She will kill you in two seconds if I do. She is a hunter of our kind, and has no problems with ending your life. " Her voice no longer swe 19:39:35 [Chanel] sweet and soft, she looked a tad bit annoyed. She sat back - no, slumped back in the chair, plucking at the chain as she glanced at Joe again, her dark hair moving into her eyes for the moment as she saw the arrival of more people down below. This day was not turning out at all it seemed. 19:47:09 [Dean_Walt] I looked to Charlie, "Know what? Know that this is not real, well yeah I'm getting to that point. But right now I've been in this for too long, I need to wake up." I watched as the strange man touched my chest, "Yeah whatever skip, ever heard of personal space, cause you're invading mine." I shook my head, "Its not okay, this is not okay!" I then looked to the women who ahd brought me here, "I don't know what's happening that's what I'm trying to figure out, and why the heck should I show respect to someone who treats people like animals!" I glanced down to the young girl, "I owe you..." I shook my head and looked to her, "How'd that work, you brought me here..to this place...how does that translate to saving my life?" I looked back to the young girl, "Her...kill us? Why would she hunt 'our kind' what are we?" I looked back to the young girl, "Well maybe if we start treating 'them' like this, they might see that whatever we are, are atleast humane. If we treat 'them' like this of course they will continue (c) 19:48:28 [Dean_Walt] (c) with their thoughts of us. Try to kill 'us' as you put it. Show them some respect and maybe they will do it in return for us." I figured that the only way to get answers or wake up form this nightmare was to play along with it. I took a breath and calmed myself and looked to the women who brought me here, "Do you know who I was with the other night?" (e) 19:48:43 ErisAngelus pressed her red lips into a thin line as she narrowed those eyes. Her elbows leaning on the railing over the dance floor. Perhaps she might sink down there and have a little fun? Then again, she couldn’t help but wonder what else there was to get into here. Seemed the woman was always stirring up some kind of trouble. Eris, her name being the goddess of discord. A whole religion revolved around her, and her little golden apples. She didn’t carry those really, but there was a funny story behind it regardless. Pushing back from the rail, she let her feet pull her slowly down onto the dance floor was the music started to pulse through her like a heartbeat. She welcomed the feeling, letting it take her completely. Eyelashes locked, she let them flutter open again as her black pupils widened and shrunk due to the light. She stopped suddenly and turned to look up and see Scar walking in. She made her way back up to him, slipping her arms through his and leaning her chin on his shoulder. “ I got a call from an ~ 19:48:59 [ErisAngelus] old friend. He is waiting at Pemberly for us. Care to go?” It seemed she was not saying that in a way that said she wouldn’t leave if he didn’t. It was more of as asking if he wanted to join her. She would go regardless. Since things here were going smooth, she figured she could attack it’s heart later. For now, she needed a moment. “ I didn’t know when you would get home, but I figured I would tell you I am leaving tonight to head there.” With that she smiled, looking like she would leave the moment she got her answer from him. 19:49:46 [Dean_Walt] (maybe if we *stop* treating them like this**) 19:54:17 Scar_Romaria smiled a bit at her words when she welcomed him with that embrace. Hugging his dearest in return he'd listen to her words and thought a moment. "Pemberly? I thought you didn't rebuild it after the... you know." He'd look away a bit embarassed... He broke that building so many times. He thought the castle was a bit more permanent. "Alright. I'll join. I assume I'm the lift?" He'd ask her in all curiosity. He was never sure about the guests Eris had. They always seemed to have something 'off' about them that seemed to put himself in a lot of trouble. "Lead the way." 20:03:26 [Charlie] "Monsters. You're both monsters, the two of you." He walked a few steps away, pointing to Chanel with one hand and Dean with the other. "The only difference is that you don't know it yet." He dropped his hand and turned his head toward Dean. "That is all that they see, monsters, killers, blood suckers. They don't care if you're nice or not, they know you are different, they know you kill their kind and even if you don't they're sure you will some day." Charlie had read his fair share of books in the past, having at one point been a reader of such texts. "What are they, you ask?" He leaned forward and pointed over to Chanel. "Vampires, monsters. That's what they are. That's what those who do not know call them." He straightened up and moved over toward Chanel. "But one must do what one must do in order to survive." Charlie moved over to Joe, he hadn't talked to her since the night that her home had been broken into. "For what it's worth, I'm glad you're not dead." Charlie reached out and brushed her hair back- 20:03:42 [Charlie] before letting his hand fall and walking away, going to sit on the stairs. His head was spinning again, in his time away from Chanel he was able to gain some bit of control, almost a clarity. He was aware of the situation now, aware that she had changed something inside of him, but knowing and doing something about it were two different things. It was like a person with an addiction, you know you have a problem, but you can't seem to bring yourself to pull away. 20:09:23 [`Joe] With her question unanswered, she stood there. Simply stood there. There was too much to take in at the moment. An overlaod of sences, you could call it. Charlie and Dean's voices, however, slipped into her consiousness, and she found herself looking towards them with a slight confusion. Charlie, a person she had wanted to be freind, and turned into one of thier little pets and she could no longer see him as the human he once was. He was no better then them now. Shaking her head, she eyes shifted to Dean as he tried to fight for her release. What was his deal? A vampire should be over joyed to have a genuine hunter, trianed by the best, in thier grasps. Not bartering for its release. He was an odd one. Simple as that. "Don't waste your.... words, kid. My release isnt going to happen. It's my fate. My destiny. I'm dealing with it, so should you." Her thoughts, however, defied her words as it worked through plan after plan on her escape. --- 20:09:27 [`Joe] Fingers toyed with the cold metal of the chain, testing it's strength, finding its weakness. Just one broken link and it'd all unravel before thier eyes. At this moment, however, there was nothing. No way to escape. As Chanel flopped into the chair, she was forced to stumble on her feet with the movement. A cold hard stare was shot towards her breifly before she looked in another direction. As she glowered at the wall, another thought pressed into her mind. As the other two went back and forth, she inched her way towards the female before, in a lightening quick movement, she had the chains around her slender, pale neck, or atleast attempted to. If she succeeded, she'd pull tight, cutting off any breath she could and leaned into the womans ear. "Armed or not, I could still kill you, so I suggest you undo these chains and let me walk away. Or loose you head. The choice is up to you." 20:19:56 Illyriea-Illusion Glass shattered against the wall. The Vodka pouring its way down the wall. ”Ma’am, plaire tranquille dulbuter” The bartender pleaded her. Calm down! Like Illyriea was going to do that. No-one seemed to know who that male or female were. And that pissed her off. Vampires, she knew they were vampires, the way the female spoke. And as for the male, he’d obviously was new to the whole deal. Another bottle of vodka was thrown to wall. Since coming to Paris she hadn’t met one other vampire here. If there was a clan, she’d be wanting in. As she let out a loud scream the bouncer came towards her. ”Ma’am, te volonte avons en lassier” What? Why was she being asked to leave the club? So she was throwing a tantrum, they should help her out. They shouldn’t tell her to leave! She could rip their heads off. ”No!” She screamed towards them. ”You tell me who they were! Now!” She demanded. The bouncer only rolled his eyes and grabbed her shoulders, beginning to push on them sending [c] 20:20:16 Illyriea-Illusion her back towards the front door. She struggled to get his grip off of her. She could kill him right now, in front of these humans, allowing them to see the demon she had inside the red-silk dress. Maybe she could punch the guy in the balls. One she was outside, the bouncer let go of her. She snarled towards him from the back of her throat. ”Ego volo iuguolo tu! fero tuli latum quisnam” She screamed at him. But he would not understand as she speaks the words in Latin. The man would give her a confused look before she growls and digs her teeth into the males neck. [e] 20:24:16 Chanel said nothing as Charlie both praised them and condemned them. She flexed her fingers, and let them relax, aware that Joe had been scooting closer. "The only difference between humans and vampires is the differences we choose to exploit. Take human food for example. Humans hunt a various assortment of animals to live. They spare no expense for the cows they slaughter, the horses they drive into the ground for their entertainment, or the dogs that they place on leashes and parade about. Humans figure..Hey, they are Animals. Animals don't have an identity, and animals are here for us to eat. Survival of the fittest. Lets say that there's a wild boar that got loose. Maybe even a bear. Bear tears through someones yard, and they are killed for the danger. What makes vampires so different from humans? Nothing, absolutely bloody nothing." She gripped her chair and leaned forward, her eyes straight on Deans. "There is -no- difference except for the diferences you have in your mind. The differences you seem 20:24:38 [Chanel] to want to see, instead of the simularities.." She paused, the words of a pissed off vampiree hitting her crystaline ears. She leaned her head up to see what was going on below when she felt the chain slam into the flesh of her neck. It was like chaining stone, but a trickle of blood began lining her neck as Joe dug in. Lucky for her she didnt need to breath. Still, the danger of losing her head was a real one. She gasped out, her vocal cords temporarily unsuable, as one hand reached up to grasp the chain, and yank Joe forward. 20:30:57 [Dean_Walt] I glared at Charlie, "I am not a monster..." My voice darkening as I took a step forward. I shook my head, "They they what are they??? Just Hunters?" I then gave a shocked look as I slowly paused, "Vampire....no..." I glanced to the young girl, "I'm not a monster....I'm human like you..." I reached out to touch my face, "I feel that! I can think and feel and react I'm just as human as you!" I then glanced over to Chanel as she began an explination, "It makes sense but there has to be another way around this..." I then took a step forward to Chanel, "If we're the same then let her out of those fucking chains....show her we are capable of compassiona dnt hat we aren't monster's! Because humans can be monsters too! So lets not go there!" Suddenly there was movement and the chain girl had the chain around the bar women's neck, "Hey!" I took an uneasy step forward, "Listen to me...I don't know what's happening, but what I do know is that if you go through with this...you won't make it out of here alive...that's (c 20:34:50 [Dean_Walt] (c) not what I'm aiming for here. I know that what has been done to you now is not right. But if you go through with this, you won't live to see any change, please...I'm trying to show you we can be compassionate, take the chain away form her neck, we will let you go...right..." I glanced to the man to get a nod and then to the women, but she made a quick movement, as did I, if the yank was successfuly and Joe was tossed or fell forward I'd be there to catch and restrain her arms, "Enough of this! Listen! There must be a way around ths, just stop!" Using my exceptional strength I'd hold her firmly if the toss was successful. (e) 20:47:52 [Charlie] Hearing the noise going on in the next room, Charlie gets up and starts walking down the stairs. He just wants to get away, wants to be able to think clearly, to think like himself again. The bottom of the stairs is as far as he made it, however, before that itching in his mind, that nagging obsession, began to kick in once more, forcing him to turn around and start back up. He removed his hat for a moment, looking it over before placing it back on his head. Was there a way to save them all? He had to protect Chanel, he had no choice, but even though Joe had given up on him, did not give a shit about him anymore, there was still a worry. He did not want her hurt, did not want her dead. Moving back into the room, Charlie would grab the leash and start yanking it, trying to pull it free from her hand. Maybe if he could lead Joe out for a while he could let them cool down, find a way to bring peace. He knew he was being unrealistic, but he needed to protect Chanel and hoped to perhaps rebuild his friendship-- 20:48:54 [Charlie] with the hunter. Should he manage to get the leash, he would remove it from around Chanels neck and start pulling on it, moving to drag Joe from the room. He did not trust Dean, did not wish for him to be the one in charge of the situation. Though he was bound to a vampire through blood and something akin to love it did not mean that he trusted them. |
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