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06-15-09
Topic Started: Jun 16 2009, 04:21 PM (163 Views)
Joe

17:20:40 ErisAngelus didn’t move. The old goddess was resting, her eyes shut and the book open but face down on her belly. It looked like she had just drifted off slowly. Calm, Eris was always at her sweetest when she was sleeping. Her dark hair lay around her face in curls as the fire light danced across her skin. This was the first time she had been home in days, and the familiar feeling of the French flat was welcoming. It would seem that sleep was something she had not been partaking of as much as she wished. She didn’t need it, but it was something she enjoyed. It was the only time her mind could rest and the thoughts and memories would leave her alone. She would dream, but even the terror of those moments was nothing like the normal day in her mind. So, the old vampire did sleep, like a human wrapped up in silk sheets. Her room didn’t look protected, only the blinds and curtains pulled to guard her and a simple lock on the door. Perhaps there was a reason for her lack of security, but it didn’t matter. Her face still ~

17:21:03 [ErisAngelus] wore the blood tears, showing that even in her sleep, her heart had wept. Once she would wake, she would clean herself up, for now she just slept, the night already dragging on without her.

17:25:57 [`Joe] There were so many things about her that she wanted to tell him, yet hesitated everytime. Most of it had delt with hunting, and no matter how much he instisted that he wanted to know, that was a part of her life she wished she could simply forget. She noitced though, today while she was alone, that the feeling, the need to do what she'd done her entire life had crept up on her so quick, she was hardly able to quell it. Chanel was something of a thorn in her side. One that she held a grudge against. She kept thinking that if it wasnt for her, she would have stayed human longer. Not that she minded the change. But there was so many things that she was going to miss now that she wasnt what she'd once been. His words, as always, drowned out her thoughts. A much needed distraction. "It's not overbearing for me. The seeing, and smelling, and hearing of things. It's those thoughts that get me." She knew she'd get used to it. Eventually. And she'd learn to live with it. Practice to sharpen it. ----

17:26:01 [`Joe] It could be a handy trick in the future. But for now, it was a hinderance. She laughed then, at the revelation of his deep dark secret. "I knew the name you'd given me wasnt real. Had a feeling." The boyscout thing wasnt actually all that shocking. There was a ruggedness in him. She guessed that was what had drawn her to him. He was exactly her type. Myterious. Rugged. A little rough around the edges. But deep down, there was something passionate there. A need to do things outside the box instead of in it. In life, he would have made the perfect man for her. Now. She didnt know. She was drawn to him, yes. But she wasnt sure if it was because of her or because he was her sire. "Me? Hmmm. Let see." She feinded racking her brain for a moment before she grinned. "I'm a shower singer. A completely horrible shower singer." That grin held for a moment before her features went completely stotic. "I also had dreams when I was a kid. I saw things. Things that happened.---

17:26:20 [`Joe] And they really happened. I saw my own death. Exactly how it happened." That was something she never shared with anyone. The seeing her own death. Her own change. It was her deepest, darkest secret.

17:52:16 Scott_Masterson let his mind, and ears, drift to the music and focus on nothing but in the short silence before her response. That feeling was still undeniable, the one that gave everything about the moment an undeniably surrealistic feel. Even their own light reflection in the large panes of two-way glass that overlooked the club seemed as though he were watching it from afar, somehow removed from the situation. His initial hesitance to the idea of dancing was forgotten, and at the moment he would have been hard pressed to explain why it had existed at all. In less than a second the thoughts were gone, and he focused back on Joe entirely--though his eyes had never actually left her. His senses hung on everything...that flawless appearance, the smell of her mixing with that of the fresh blood in her veins, and the feel of that dress and the skin under his fingers. Finally, on her voice as she responded.

17:52:19 Scott_Masterson Didn't respond when she spoke about adjusting to her senses, only gave a nod that conveyed his understanding as he continued listening. He had to smile slightly sheepishly at her response to his name, and could only give a shrug that said he apologized for having misled her, but didn't explain why. Again that smile of his appeared at the revelation that she was a shower singer. It was in almost complete opposition to everything he ahd known about her human self. He had imagined her never smiling, or taking small pleasures in life--or even acting like a girl--though the entire time he had known the human Joe, they had been locked in a vampire/hunter 'nemesis' sort of relationship. Her final statement surprised him, visibly. He had never <

17:52:27 Scott_Masterson believed in anything supernatural in life, and the idea that she had foreseen her own death in a dream was almost as surprising as when he had discovered that vampires did indeed exist. He seemed to think on it for a long moment before speaking, his voice suddenly much more serious than it had been. As had happened before, if anyone but Joe had said it, he would have doubted the authenticity of the statement. " So...you saw me? Killing you? well..that explains why you were so quick to pull the triger on that crossbow. And why you didn't fight in the apartment..." It was quickly obvious that perhaps her vampiric powers were--at least on some level--based on abilities the human Joe had posessed. The idea was intriguing, and when he quickly applied the formula to himself, it seemed to fit.

17:52:35 Scott_Masterson In life he had been almost as vicious as he was now. Were the claws he now posessed somehow related to that? Or even the enhanced rage? All the pieces seemed to fit. He realized he ahd been silent for too long and let another small grin pass as the song they were slowly swaying to ended slowly, replaced by another moments later. <e>

18:09:44 [`Joe] "No." she answered to his question. It wasnt his face that she'd seen over and over again. That face that hovered over her was blank. And she didnt know why. "I didnt see who did it. But the surrondings. And in that apartment, with all that blood. I knew then that it would be you." Sometimes things changed. Sometimes the person in the dream wasnt the person that it was when the dreams had come true. But always, the scene was the same. "It was always like that." Shrugging, she moved her arms, resting her wrists on his shoulders, her fingers hanging easily. That didnt answer why she had shot him, she knew that. But her reasonings had been her own then. It was her life that she had cherised. Her death she was trying to avoid. It was that need that drove most humans. Simple survival. "If it makes any difference, I'm sorry for shooting you. And the whole water thing." Smiling, she looked up into his eyes and wondered if the roles had been reveresed, ---

18:09:48 [`Joe] would she be able to forgive the person that had done those things to her? She didnt know. All she knew is that she felt bad for having done it and would take it back if she could. For a moment she left her eyes shift to the light reflection they protrayed in the glass and smiled. "Ya know, for a long time I thought that vampires didnt cast a reflection. It's pretty cool that they do." Turning her eyes back to him, she looked at his eyes for a moment before moving and resting her head on his shoulder. "Ya know, for someone that doesnt dance, your sure doing a pretty good job." A small laughed bubbled from her then before she shook her head and closed her eyes, relaxing into him.

18:29:17 Scott_Masterson considered her words just as carefully as ever, perhaps moreso. The knowledge of where she would die, coupled with his enraged self at the time must have made the act no less than terrifying for her. He could only be glad it had ended relatively quickly, though he knew it had not been painless. He had made sure of that. He could only smile again slyly when she apologized for delivering the two most painful injuries he had experienced thus far in his undead life, giving only a nod of his head and an expression that said 'meh, don't worry about it'. Back in that alley, or the apartment, such forgiveness would have seemed laughable, yet here he was giving it as though the events had barely registered. In fact, both times he had been sure he would die, for the final time. Not to mention the pain. The holy water had been the worst of the two incidents,

18:29:20 Scott_Masterson both in pain and terror, but he wasn't going to explain that to her. He didn't need sympathy, or to produce more guilt in her than existed already. Also, if it had not been for the presence of Eris, he would have done far worse to her before killing and changing her. Far worse. He glanced to their slight reflection when she mentioned it, looking back with only a light grin and nodding his agreement again. "Same here. The first time I looked in a mirror, that first night that I was changed, I took the reflection as a sign that I *wasn't* a vampire. If the fangs hadn't come out later on, I probably would have been walking into daylight like an idiot. Though I guess the myth helps us quite a bit. A lot of them can be persuaded into believing we're not vampires, just by showing our reflection." He smiled

18:29:28 Scott_Masterson slightly wickedly, obviously remembering an incident in which he had done just that. He didn't respond at all to the comment about his dancing, only stared deep into those eyes of hers. He imagined his human self would have been far less agile at the activity, but that was no longer a concern. " Let's drink again." He spoke plainly, kissing her lightly on the lips and then pulling away, prompting her to follow back to the table with a hand that found hers as he began to move. A simple nod to the ghoul behind the bar was all it took for her to begin flling two more wine glasses with blood. " So, I have to ask. You were a hunter, right? What else is out there? Werewolves? *Anything* else?" He spoke as he slid into his previous seat at the booth, completely unusre whether the question posed was ridiculous or not--11 months <

18:29:34 Scott_Masterson ago, he himself would have filed vampires under the same section as unicorns. Somehow everything seemed questionable now.

18:46:51 [`Joe] It would have been nice to know him, she decided, before either of them had met this fate. He seemed such an interesting person now, and wondered if he reflected anything from his previously life. Those were questions she'd have to ask eventually. She felt she wanted to know him. Even the bad parts that came with every person, including herself. She wasnt without her sins. She'd done things that would have made some people turn away from her for simply doing it. Things that most people wouldnt have believed her capable of. Things she had never told about. When he suggested the go back and drink more, she nodded and moved away from him slightly, taking his hand as he led them back to the table. She resumed her seat, leaning onto the table with her arms, resting her chin in her palm. She reflected on the last week for a moment, before smiling and looking at him. "Werewolfs, huh? Ya know, there have been presumed sightings. But there has been really no concrete evidence. But I'm sure since vampires exist,

18:46:56 [`Joe] they must. Just more careful I guess?" She didnt know. If there were werewolves out there, she'd never came across one knowingly. But it wasnt that hard to believe. "Other things, I'm not sure about. I was once told that every story of everything sprung from some truth, so you never know." Shrugging, she smiled to the tender woman as she delivered their second round of blood. Lifting her glass, she held it easily between her fingers and smiled. "I propose a toast. To a very long life. For the both of us." Clinking her glass against his, she brought it to her lips and took a healthy drink of it before setting the glass aside. Slipping her tongue between her lips, she licked the remains from her lip before leaning back. "So is there anything else about Scott that no one knows?"

19:05:04 Scott_Masterson resisted the urge to glance out the two-way mirror at the thriving club below, which seemed in deep contrast to the large, empty room him and Joe now occupied with it's over a hundred human bodies dancing and mingling at the bar. In ways the club could be considered a metaphor for the actual role of vampires in society, watching everything from so close--yet in many respects existing in an entirely different world. His eyes remained locked on Joe's, entirely unsure if the response would confirm the existence of werewolves or if she would laugh at the idea. What she offered instead was intriguing. The fact that there was even a possibility seemed incredible, and at the same time...a little scary. If they did exist, they must have been just as terrifying as the movies amde them appear--indefinitely moreso, and he found himself hoping he never discovered the truth first-hand.

19:05:07 Scott_Masterson His hand settled around the stem of the slightly-warmed wine glass when it was set in front of him, and he nodded his head with a slight smile in agreement with her toast before sipping. Even after a handful of visits to the club, drinking from a glass was undeniably strange--and not completely as satisfying as the more common way vampires fed. The lack of heartbeat forcing the liquid into his mouth left the crimson beverage lacking, though it was refreshing and without any doubt satiated any hunger that had already begun to grow. He finished half of it before the glass was set down gently, and he did allow his eyes to swing over the crowd below them for a moment as he considered the question. " Plenty, I'm sure. But...why spend all the secrets so early in our time together? If we do that, there'll be nothing to talk about for a *long* time." He smiled again, his teeth slightly reddened <

19:05:15 Scott_Masterson by the blood and hoping she didn't push the question further. Certain secrets were just that for a reason, regardless of his closeness to Joe. He had learned in life how fickle relationships could be, and had no intention of making the same mistakes in 'death'. " How about this... I went back and killed that fucking clown yesterday. I just couldn't get his face out of my mind. That annoying suit of his, and that french voice. I would have been thinking about it for weeks if I hadn't done it. Now my mind is clear." The remaining secrets were in the details. He didn't explain how he had mutilated the man, or how his hands had been torn off with little effort, or how his head had popped like a wine cork from it's perch when enough pressure was applied. " Sometimes I just...need to kill. Simple as that. Just like we need to feed." He studied her hard, looking for any hint of disgust or reprehension.

19:18:35 [`Joe] Life and death were so far away from each other, she wasnt sure she'd be able to span the gap and keep any hint of who she'd been. Not when she was first changed. But now, as she reflected in those little silences that spanned between then, she was more hopeful that she'd be able to retain some semblance of that life before death. She seemed to mimic his actions as her eyes once more found that glass and the humans easily seen below. She'd been like so many of them once. Unafraid. But as time had grown on, she feared for her life. And with just reasons. When he spoke, she turned and looked back to him, a smile dancing over her blood tainted lips. She wouldnt push the subject, content that he had even told her as much as he had. She didnt expect his next revelation, and was slightly taken aback. However the feeling didnt show in those too perfect features of hers. "I figured you would." she found herself saying. She could tell then, that he'd been irritated by the funny dressed man. ---

19:18:39 [`Joe] She'd seen it in the way he had looked at the clown. Only murderous thoughts could have gone through his mind then. She wasnt, she found, as sqeemish about death as she had been before. Shrugging, she lifted the glass again and drained the remians in one single gulp. Setting aside the glass, she leaned forward again, and smiled. "One more from me. And then we'll save the rest for later." Grinning, she tucked some of those scarlette locks behind her ear, uncovering her eye from its curtin."As much as I wanted to hurt you in that alley, I wanted to kiss you more. It shocked me at first and almost got me killed." She waited for a moment to gauge his reaction before leaning back in her seat and twisting her glass between her fingers, watching as the red liqiud slid from its side to pool in the buttom.

19:31:40 Scott_Masterson remained watching her, perhaps even more intensely than usual, as he retrievd the cigarettes and lighter from his expensive suit jacket and lit one, eyes leaving hers for only a split second. He was curious just how 'human' Joe still was, and very much so. Would the news of the clown upset some part of her? Had she already realized that vampires did not need to kill to survive and would chastise him for his actions? Even if she had been repulsed, it would not have changed anything. It couldn't. Now more than ever, it was who he was. Though he did not feel like some demonic, 'evil' being...he was very aware that to the vast majority of humans that was just what he was. Or maybe she would profess to understand, or even endorse the behavior, and secretly despise it. It was just as hard to gauge a reaction on that porcelin face of hers as it was <

19:31:43 Scott_Masterson with Aemilius, or Chanel, or any vampire he had encountered. Just as he had often longed for that vampiric speed that he had been denied with the change, he now found himself wishing he could read that mind of hers, or that that particular ability had been somehow created upon siring her. But it had not, and so he hung on each word that passed those lips with all the curiosity of a newborn vampire studying his surrounding for the first time. He reaction was surprising, and when he decided it had been true and not her reciting what he wanted to hear, he smiled again. That simple understanding would make things far easier in the future. Sneaking out to murder had felt, in some strange way, like betraying her simply by denying knowledge.

19:31:51 Scott_Masterson That shrug from her only galvanized the belief that she had respoded truthfully, and he sipped the blood again with a smile that lingered even as he did so. He set the glass abck down, twirling it on the tabletop slowly with his thumb and forefinger as she revealed another of her own 'secrets'. He smiled again, widely this time, before responding... " Really? I wish you would have. That bolt in my chest...that hurt like a bitch. Thought I was going to die. Which, no offense, hurt my pride as much as my body...having this sexy young hunter so close to ending me. I always presumed it would be an old vampire that did it, or maybe some giant of a man who was a hunter..." He let his fingers brush over her hand on the table quickly before adding

19:31:57 Scott_Masterson " I've got admit though...you were damn good at it. Changing you must have saved dozens of vampires lives." He smiled again... " Which makes me a hero." He finished the last of the increasingly cold blood, wincing only slightly before setting the glass back to the table gently.

19:35:01 ErisAngelus let her eyes flutter open. The old vampire just laid there not wanting to move. She was tired, emotionally drained. Finally, she pulled herself from the bed and moved to clean her face. The blood came off with soap and her face once more held that angelic sweetness. Makeup wasn’t something she bothered with, but eyeliner was something she enjoyed. It made her doe eyes all the more bright and focused. Dressing herself in jeans and a black tank top, the goddess let her hair fall around her shoulders in waves of dark chocolate silk. Even in this state, she was stunning. Bare footed, she left the flat with nothing more on her mind then entertainment. Her pockets were empty except for a credit card, and she just took to the sidewalk. She was back to thinking, planning her moves. The old vampire had lost time, lost focus. She still had plans for Joe. Still wanted to test her theory. (Sort, but I needed to get the ball rolling)

19:48:48 `Joe continued to look into the glass, watching as the blood made intercate patterns against the glass. It amazed her that she noticed the little things like that when she'd never paid attention before. When he spoke, she lifted her eyes and smiled. "I'll remember that next time I get the urge." Running her fingers through her hair again, she laughed. "Did you know that most hunters, the ones that actually go out there and do that hard stuff, are women. Very young women." She thought he'd get a kick out of that one. It was the only reason she said anything about it. She didnt want to talk about hunting anymore. Sure, she knew he wanted to her stories. To know what she's done and didnt do. But tonight, she wanted a break from even thinking about that. Shifting in her seat, she leaned against the wall, propping her legs up on the seat, bending them at the knees. Her elbow rested casually agasint the table top. "So is this what you do all night?---

19:49:02 [`Joe] Sit up here and watch them down there dance and pretend to be something there not? Or is there fun to be had?" She wasnt bitching about it. Hell, she was content in just sitting here talking about things that werent important with him. But she wanted to do and see things that vampires did for fun. Casually lifting her hand, she dipped her finger into the small pool of blood at the bottum of the glass, before running it across her tongue. (sorry for shortness, putting kids to bed.)

20:09:31 Scott_Masterson tapped his fingers absenty on the black marble tabe top, in time with the music and without much conscious thought as Joe replied, his epression instantly betraying multiple questions forming as soon as the words were spoken--most of them the obvious ones. Why young women? Why not men? Was it just the fact that most vampires would not expect a female hunter and that gave them a small advantage? Why did they have to be *young*? Even when training began as young as ten, as Joe had described before, he couldn't imagine a reason that the guild would have such requirements. More questions were filed away for later as she spoke again, and he forced himself not to ask them just yet. Her hesitance to speak about 'Guild' business was already clear to him, though the reasons were not.

20:09:34 Scott_Masterson He shifted in his seat slightly, tapping the cigarette thathe forgotten lighting amidst the conversation and dropping the semi-burned filter into his empty-ish glass as he responded with a light smile. " As far as this place goes...yeah, this is pretty much it. Usually there are at least a few other vampires up here, but tonight we got lucky. If there *were* others they'd be listening to every word we say. Kind of creepy, really." He paused to light another cigarette, one he vowed he would enjoy, and continued only after a long drag followed by a steady stream of greyish smoke blown upwards with a tilt of his head before their eyes locked again..." I'm sure there's plenty of fun to be had, I just have no idea where. Still pretty new to Paris, and to be honest...a lot of this country just pisses me off."

20:09:40 Scott_Masterson He smoked the cigarette again for a silent moment as the ghoul reappeared, collecting the glasses and moving away again. " If we were in Toronto or New York, I might have some ideas. Here...all I've done so far is hunt, walk around aimlessly, and...this. What do *you* usually do for fun?" He looked back out over the crowd below, momentarily hearing the bass-y beats again as the song in the VIP room ended and moments later yet another started.

20:22:23 [`Joe] She wondered why other vampires would want to listen to thier converstation. It wasnt like they were talking about anything spectacular. Maybe it was just the novelty of having a hunter on thier side now. Maybe that was why so many seemed to be interested in her. Or some where afraid that those tendencies had trickled over into this life. Either way, she didnt know, but she was thankful that they were alone. There was nothing worse then been listened to. "New York, huh? I've never been there." Shrugging, she leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes, letting her mind wander for a bit. When he asked what she did for fun, she almost laughed. A hunter having fun was unheard of. "My fun consisted of discovering something new about vampires or aquiring a new weapon that I didnt have. Fun was something we never got to have." Training and hunting had almost taken up all of her time. She guessed that was why she'd opened the store. To have something that she could call hers and ---

20:22:26 [`Joe] appear to have some sort of a life. Still, that had ended up being over run by things associated with hunting. And before long, the basement was completely filled with weapons and equiptment. Hunting over ran all of thier lives. Once you got into it, the only way out was your death. Sighing, she lifted her head once more and looked at him. "We could go climb the efle tower. Stand on top and watch as the world passes us by. Or we could go shopping. I've always enjoyed the evening shops." Shrugging, she sighed again. She wasnt all sure of what there was to do either. Even with living in Paris for years.

22:38:38 Scott_Masterson finished the cigarette and had just begun to wonder where he was going to put the remaining butt when the ghoul approached and set an ashtray on the table before leaving once again. She was unquestionably devoted to her job, but the amount of attention she must have been paying to them made him slightly uncomfortable, until realizing that she likely did not posess the vampiric hearing necessary to have eavedropped the entire time. He nodded a simple thanks with questioning eyes, watching her move back to the bar even as Joe responded. He replied plainly, knowing that with anyone else in the world--vampire or not--he would have grown bored long ago and sought to change locations. But with her, that seemed impossible. " New York is exciting, I suppose. Plenty to do anyway. And no shortage of things to discover. Paris, and even France, is more like most cities I've been to. Houses, stores, diferent houses...different stores. Smells a hell of a lot better though."

22:38:40 Scott_Masterson He momentarily recalled the scent of New York. Whether it was the smog, the pulluted water, or the people--or a combination of all three--the smell had been a constant detractor. He was constantly aware that he had not spoken this much consecutively to anyone since the change, the closest exception being when he had met the vampire Aemilius in B.C and pestered him with questions for a few hours. Her next response was only slightly surprising, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She had quite literally missed out on childhood, training like some olympic hopeful with overbearing parents since the age of ten. His dislike for the Guild was growing steadily, and for more than the obvious reasons. More tapping on the table followed as he became lost in thought for only a moment,

22:38:48 Scott_Masterson his mind racing to produce some activity that might add some excitement to that 'life' of hers. She spoke again and a wide grin slowly spread across his face. He suddenly became full of energy, standing and offering his hand for her to do the same. " I saw this shop on one of my walks earlier in the week, right by the tower. Probably closed now, but that doesn't matter. They had all kinds of sporting stuff--including those base-jumping parachutes, the kind that are easy as hell to use. Just pull a cord. What do you say? Let's make that tower our bitch. You can afford to take risks now..." He smiled again, his hand still extended towards her and wondering if she would.

22:52:14 `Joe was on olympic hopeful, in every aspect of it and then some. In her eyes, olympic hopefuls had it easy. They didnt wake up at ungodly hours to run, fight, run some more. No. They had thier chance for a breath. A hunter didnt. Every waking minute, and there were to many of those to count, thier lives were dedicating to learning, profecting, something or another. But they were special. Perfect humans with perfect traits. She'd never noticed how much like vampires the guild actually were. They accepted nothing but the best. Tall, lith figures. Faces that would make even the most talented of painters to cry. Everything about them was perfect. It was odd to think about it, and her own questions plagued her mind for a moment. Wait... why was she even thinking about this, she asked herself. It was werid. She'd been thinking about something completely different, and then it was like something trickled in from no where. She looked to him then for a moment, before shaking her head and shrugging it aside. ---

22:52:18 [`Joe] It wouldnt have been the first time her mind took a completely different track out of nowhere. "We'll have to go there sometime. I'd love to see it. Get one of those t-shirts." She nodded and grinned then before switching positions in the seat again, resting her booted feet against the floor. When he started speaking again, seemingly exicted about it, she grinned and nodded. "Sure. Lets go." Taking his hand, she stood from the seat and smoothed her cloths out. Reaching into her pocket, a second thought before they left, she tossed a couple bills onto the table. Enough for a tip and to cover the blood. She wasnt sure how these places worked, but if the blood was free, the woman would walk away with a nice tip. "Lead the way, daredevil."

23:25:06 Scott_Masterson wasn't surprised at the sleight hesitation he sensed (or, mistakenly thought he did) in her before her hand gripped his and she stood--he had never been base jumping himself, though he did have a slight advantage over her in that reckless behavior had become somewhat of a hobby for him this past year. Racing cars and sometimes purposely crashing them, picking fights with human men twice his size ( though that hardly classified as 'reckless', given his strength,the lingering human perceptions in him made it seem so), and even intiating a few police chases--had become almost weekly events, which he had come to look forward to like most humans did the weekend. He had been injured of course, and often, but the sheer thrill and vampiric healing made the process worth it. It seemed even when one was technically dead, an adrenaline-like rush could be achieved relatively easily.

23:25:10 Scott_Masterson The smile on his face left little doubt that he was both surprised and thrilled with her response, and he was practically dragging her towards the door before those bills landed on the tabletop. He tried to imagine her plummeting from the top of the tower and couldn't quite do it. Even now, her appearance was deceptively sweet--just as it had been only a handful of nights ago in that alley. They quickly moved down the red carpeted stairs, through the mass of teenagers and twenty-somethings dancing to music that he instantly detested, and out the front doors of the club. A handful of bored-looking cab drivers were already waiting, presumably for the fares that drunken club-goers would inevitably provide, and just as before he opened the <

23:25:19 Scott_Masterson the door for her before sliding in afterwards. This time the driver was american, or at least originally so, and the music in the cab was far more tolerable than the last ride had been. Already within view of the tower, it took only ten minutes to get to the sports shop, during which he was silent and secretly elated that she had so readily accepted the offer. She was quickly shattering the perceptions of how his eyes told him she should act, though that was becoming a common event. He tossed some bills on the passenger seat and practically pulled her out of the taxi when it stopped, quickly instructing her to 'keep an eye out' in front of the store while he went around back. A handful of minutes and one annoyingly stubborn metal door later, <

23:25:25 Scott_Masterson he re-emerged into view with two of the thick yellow 'backpacks', handing her one before lighting a cigarette and again taking her hand and heading towards the tower now looming practically above them and iluminated by what must have been hundreds of small lights. He was glad to find that it was indeed open to tourists at night, and there was no lack of them both below and on the tower itself, a steady stream of camera flashes snapping every few seconds. He pulled her into the elevator, briefly grinning widely as the ascent began. When the operator--a teenaged-looking frenchman in a silly looking red suit--began to state that ' I'm sorry, parachutes are not allowed on the tower' he simply slapped the rest of his cash into the man's hand <

23:25:31 Scott_Masterson only because there were far too many people present to kill him. With a shrug that said he needed the money the young man turned his back and was silent for the rest of the ride. By the time they reached the top, which was actually an observation deck, the Paris streets below had become a glittering series of lights placed sporadically through a blanket of darkness, almost as hypnotic as the tower itself had been from the ground. He led her to the least populated corner, spotted a maintenance ladder that led even further up, and motioned for her to follow when the single security officer moved out of sight. Fifteen more minutes of climbing later, and they were on a beam quite near the top, only a flimsy chainlink fence between them and nothing.<

23:25:41 Scott_Masterson He stopped there, taking her hand again when she was at his side and then kissing her in a spontaneous gesture that lasted longer than any previous, the sound of wind whipping past them nearly drowning out the observation deck heartbeats below. " This is what it's all about, Joe. We can do anything now. *Anything*. We'll both remember this even if we live to be as old as Aemilius, or any of them. Death is not an option. At least, not how it used to be..." He grinned again, hair whipping wildly in his face as he studied her for a log moment, stepped over the face, and jumped.

23:46:06 [`Joe] The thrill and excitment of doing something that was death defying and surely dangerous would have had her heart skipping a beat or two if it actually still beat. But the giddiness she felt was close enough. She couldnt believe she was actually going to do something so dangerous. Never in her mortal life would she have even considered climbing to the top of the momument, throwing caution to the wind, and nose diving from it. Nothing stopping her death but a peice of cloth and a cord. Now, though... now it didnt seem so scary. And his own excitment as he drug her down those red carpeted stairs, through those writhing bodies and out the door only fueled that fire in her. The bad ride, for what it was, was ridden in silence as she reflected what she was doing. Having fun, her mind echoed back to her and she found herself nodding in agreement. She had lacked this in life and planned on doing the most stupid and craziest things the two could come up with. Starting with the tower. ---

23:46:27 [`Joe] As he went behind the building and broke in, she stood on the sidewalk, alone, looking in every direction. She didnt think that the cops would be a problem for them, even if they had been caught. With her being able to move in a blink of an eye, she could have simply drug Scott along with her. Most likely. The thought was halted as he came back around the building and handed her the yellow back pack. Taking it, she eyed it for a moment before shrugging and slipping into it, grinning as they made thier way to the tower. The tourists presented a slight problem for her, even being full on the blood served at the club. She hadnt really been in this close proximity to them since she'd been turned. Holding her breath, and focusing on the elevator music, she found that it was simply easier to just ingore them then focus on them. The moment the elevator dinged and the doors slipped open, she followed Scott out and looked over the edge. The view was breath taking and one she'd never seen before. ---

23:46:35 [`Joe] It had amazed her that she'd never taken a moment to herself and just came to look. Her human life was looking bleaker and bleaker from this point of view. Following him to the stairs, she climbed behind him until they were at the upper most point of the structer. The wind had drowned out all sound for her, lashing her long tendrils of hair here and there. This was amazing. More then amazing. With the breath taking kiss, she found herself able to face this head on. At his words, she nodded, making a silent vow to herself. No matter how long she lived. Not matter how long they stayed together. This moment right here, she'd never forget. Not in a million years. With that thought on mind, she turned and two second after he had, she let herself fall freely into the wind. -e-

00:23:40 Scott_Masterson stared wildly at the black ground below and the aforementioned hypnotic lights placed randomly about, even despite the wind assaulting his eyes like hundreds of tiny needles and the undeniably scared sensation screaming throughout his body. Of course, his statement about Death was not entirely true--and that was now very much obvious. There was no doubt that, should the parachute fail to open--or even if he impacted some unseen object at a bad angle, it would be the absolute end of him. Yet somehow there was no fear of it, as if all of his past recklessness had built some vast mountain of confidence that could not be shaken by mere possibilities. It did not take a vampire to do this, that was obvious, but the human Scott never would have. Not in a million years. And even after a year of being undead it had still taken plenty of courage to do it, <

00:23:43 Scott_Masterson courage he suspected the human Joe would have already posessed. He tried to reach out with his senses, determine if she had in fact jumped after him, but the distraction was far too great to focus and he could only go with the presumption that she would. Nothing compared to this. Of all the reckless, dangerous, and sometimes just plain idiotic things he had done. And he had not been so close to death in the past year either, not even with the bolt in his chest and inches from heart, and not with holy water burning what had felt like his soul. There was an odd comfort in it, and a definite humbling effect. It was far too easy to think of himself as some demi-god with the powers he had, even despite their relative weakness when compared to other vampires.

00:23:52 Scott_Masterson That ground screaming towards him put things in perspective quite quickly. He had no idea just when to pull that cord slapping against his chest in the wind, though it did not require training to know that sooner was better than later. He laughed wildly at the lights below, which had grown from specks to circles and then globes illuminating the areas around them, and he could not deny the sensation that he was doing so directly in the face of death. He pulled the cord and was not prepared for the sudden jerk as his motion slowed instantly, temporarily thinking he had indeed hit some unseen object before realizing he had not. He laughed again as he floated over the now-visible groups of tourists at the base of the tower, and then past them and along the <

00:23:58 Scott_Masterson very street they had walked minutes ago, quickly learning to pull one of the handles on the straps to avoid a telephone pole and the wires attached. The close call had him beginning to wonder if this had been a good idea--if Joe's trip would go as smoothly as his had--and he barely had time to register the dark brick wall of a bulding coming at him fast, a single second before impacted, hard. For a moment there was only blinding red pain, and then the weightless and dazed silence as he fell thirty feet to the alley below, the intial shock of pain just beginning to clear before the second hit. His right leg broke at the femur on impact, along with each ankle and most of the fingers on his left hand. What felt like a shattered skull was actually <

00:24:05 Scott_Masterson an incredibly lucky graze, his head bouncing off of his own arm before the cement below. He screamed as the parachute billowed down on top of him, and then struggled to pull it off with his good arm amidst a steady stream of cursing and pained grunts. When the pain subsided enough that he could think clearly, he was sitting up and holding his left hand, staring at fingers that bent every which way and was covered in blood. In seconds the wets ensation was dripping from the top of his head and snaking down to his chin where it dripped steadily, the scent filling the air around him. He slowly leaned back into a laying position, and all he could do was laugh for a long moment at his own stupidity--before realizing Joe may have had a far worse experience.

00:24:18 Scott_Masterson He tried again to sense her, but was still too dazed for any level of success. He snapped the fingers back into their rightful places, knowing they would heal faster, and have a few pained grunts--and two more screams--as he did so. All he could do was wait, and try to calm himself enough to sense her. At the moment, not being able to was beginning to panic him even more, and the possibility that such a stupid stunt had killed her was already creating an ache far worse than any of the injuries.

00:42:24 [`Joe] It was amazing. That weightless feeling that washed over her once the turned stomache subsided. The rush of the experience alone was worth it all. Even if she didnt make it from the landing alone. Like Scott, she wasnt all to sure when to pull that cord that smacked into her chest by the wind. But she knew she'd better do it soon. That feeling of flying was one in a million and she found herself stretching her arms out and closing her eyes. The sound of Scott's own chute opening ripped her from her childish fancies and brought her screaming back to reality. She waited two seconds after she heard that sound to reach to her own chest and pull the cord. She expected the jerking, having watching people sky diving, and moved with it. All too soon the wind caught the canapoy and slowed her decent to a less then limb shattering speed. She tested the cords on either side to get a feel for the right, left pull before focusing on what she was doing. She hadnt seen Scott's crash landing while focused on her own,---

00:42:28 [`Joe] but somehow, she sences his pain. The moment her feet touched ground, she was running at that inhuman speed, tossing off the chute as she did so. She knew where he was before she saw him and went in that direction. Mere seconds passed before she was at his side. "Are you alright?" He clearly was not, but she couldnt stop herself from asking the dumb question. She knew that the injuries wouldnt kill him, but she couldnt even guess the amount of pain he could have been in. "That was stupid. We should have started slow. Learned the basics. I'm sorry." She couldnt seem to stop the flow of words coming from her mouth. "Do you need blood?" She was more then willing to share her's if it helped him heal faster. Blue, shinning, eyes searched him as she waited for an answer.
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17:24:55 Scott_Masterson writhed on the ground slowly, trying to will away the pain and finding himself wishing he posessed the vampiric healin ability of an elder. He had broken bones before since the change and knew it was only a matter of an hour or so before each injury vanished completely, but never this many at once--and certainly not base jumping. He layed his head back against the interlocking brick of the alley floor, still clutching that hand tightly at the wrist and unsure which injury hurt the most. The pain in his left thigh was significant, and his head didn't feel too great either, but simply knowing that he had narrowly avoided cracking his skull like a halloween pumpkin in the hands of a delinquent provided some relief. He didn't even want to guess how long that would have taken to heal. Still, the momentary sensation of not being able to sense Joe was the worst.

17:24:58 Scott_Masterson The thought of her laying in some alley just as he was, only far more mangled and perhaps even dead, superceded even the sharp pain pulsing from various parts of his body. He sat up again with a wince, using his good hand to find the cigarettes in his pocket and then the lighter, and fumbled to retrieve one before lighting it. The blood that had been steadily dripping from his chin, and originating from a cut on the top of his head, had already slowed with the small amount of time that had passed, the healing already beginning to close the gashes. Bones took forever. At least, it seemed that way. He consciously cleared his mind a third time, reaching out and trying to sense Joe once more--and there it was. That familiar buzz that <

17:25:06 Scott_Masterson seemed to connect them, growing stronger by the millisecond. He didn't even have time to hear her footsteps before she was suddenly there, appearing from nowhere thanks to that vampiric speed he envied so much--and entirely unharmed. He laughed again at the sight of her, realizing fully just how idiotic he must have looked at the moment. Even with his enhanced nighttime vision, he had managed to hit a small apartment building when he overcompensated for the intial directional change. He must have looked worse than he felt, blood trails snaking down his face and his hand covered in the stuff. He chuckled as he slowly shifted backwards to lean against the wall behind him and she spoke, laughing both out of relief that she was fine and at the imagined sight of himself hitting that building.

17:25:11 Scott_Masterson " Fine, I'm fine. Little bit of trauma, might need to sit here for an hour or so...but fine." He laughed again at her second statement... " That probably wouldn't have hurt, taking a lesson or two. But I doubt they're open nights, and you look like you did fine. I just...pulled that fucking handle too hard, before I realized it I was on a collision course." He tucked the cigarette in his mouth, pressing hard on his thigh to force the bone closer to where it should have been--which elicited a pained grunt from him that would have been a scream if she hadn't been present. " Blood...blood sounds great right about now. Maybe you could...find someone real quick? I don't want to suck you dry, and...I'm honestly not even sure we *can* feed from eachother." He seemd to think for a moment <

17:25:35 Scott_Masterson , gave a shrug and seemed to reconsider... " Fuck it, let's find out. Just give me a little..." He extended a hand, gesturing for her to move closer and kneel beside him. Presuming she did so, he took the hand slowly, extended each set of fangs, and bit into her wrist as carefully as he could. What followed afterwards was incredible. The blood was far more potent than any human's had ever been, even despite her vampiric age.

17:49:23 [`Joe] Before she could think her hands were moving over him gentally, searching for where he had hurt himself. She couldnt assess all the damage, however, with him healing so quickly in some areas. The broken bones in his legs were evident, but even those were healing quickly then she would have thought. "We'll take however long you need." She nodded before sitting back on her huanched, looking him over with worried eyes. She didnt know she could worry so much about one single person. A person she'd hardly knew but felt so connected to more then any other person in the world. Her hand snaked from her knee to tuck a piece of his hair behind his ear. "Are you sure your alright?" She felt so helpless standing there not being able to do anything. She wisshed there was a way she could help the healing accelerate. "You wont. But I'll go get you someone." She moved to leave him there for however long it took her to snatch someone and bring them back, but stopped when she heard him speak again.---

17:49:28 [`Joe] She didnt say anything. Simply dropped down infront of him and extended her wrist. This time was different then the first time she'd ever felt his fangs pierce her skin. It didnt hurt. Not even a little. Infact it was almost pleasureable. Maybe it was just the idea that her blood would help him. She didnt know, but she found herself letting out a sigh and letting her eyes flutter closed, slipping into the euphoria of him feeding from her. She didnt know how long she stood there and let him drink from her, all concept of time earsed with the feeding, but she was beginning to feel slightly weeker then she had before. "I think you should stop." she said to her in an inaudible whisper that only he would hear. Opening her eyes, she tilted her head forward once more and looked at him. Watched him. Waiting for him to withdraw his fangs and release her wrist.

17:57:52 Scott_Masterson found himself quite quickly holding that wrist of hers firmly against his mouth, his grip unintentionally becoming vice-like as the blood's effects almost immediately overwhelmed the pain and replaced it with that familiar feeling of euphoria--though it was undeniably different from the human variety. More potent, and it even tasted better despite the cool temperature of it. He drank twice as long as he had originally intended, though it was far from enough to leave her feeling drained. The pain in his leg, ankles, left hand, and head had already been replaced with the almost warm, tingling sensation of the healing doing its job, though he knew it would still be a long wait for those bones to mend, and even longer before he stopped feeling stupid over the incident. Still, it had undeniably been the most fun he'd had since arriving in France and she inevitably thought the same.

17:57:55 Scott_Masterson When she spoke, telling him to stop, he hesitated instinctively for a long moment before finally forced himself to withdraw the fangs, licking the small blood trail that appeared on her wrist before letting go of her hand, and leaning back against the wall, taking another drag on the cigarette. His posture at the moment resembled that of a heroin junkie who had just shot up, slouching deeply and looking more dazed than she had ever seen him. The hand holding the cigarette wiped at his mouth lazily as he looked back to her, the smile slowly creeping back onto his face. " Tell me that wasn't fun as hell...". He studied her for a moment for some sign of lingering excitement in her face but there was only worry, <

17:58:00 Scott_Masterson he had to take some comfort in that. before Joe, no-one had worried about the vampire Scott. He let one of his good fingers trace a line over her cheek, just studying her in the afterglow of the feeding for a silent moment. " I didn;t mean to drink so much. You're hungry now. Go, feed. I'll wait right here." He laughed only slightly at his own joke, each broken ankle eliminating the option of walking--at least without a great amount of pain--entirely.

18:11:16 `Joe pulled her wrist back once he released it and looked at the double fanged puncture mark there. It seemed to heal, completely closing in seconds, leaving not even the slighest trace. Smiling, she looked back up at him as he seemed to experience some sort of high from the experience. She dropped back onto her legs, slouching some and let out another sigh. It was a good feeling to know that her blood was going to help him heal all that much more quickly. But she still felt the twinges of worry through her. He could have died there. That realization striking her as he told her to go feed. Shaking her head, she shifted and sat next to him. "I can wait. I was over full anyways with the blood from the club. It's not going to kill me to wait." And it wouldnt. She wasnt even feeling hungry. Slightly sluggish, but that was a feeling she'd expected to feel. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back against the wall and smiled. "That was the most amazing thing I've ever done.--

18:11:19 [`Joe] The rush I felt when I let go and jumped out into the open air. It was exhillarating. I'd like to do it again sometime. Not soon though." Maybe once they both had figured out how to work the controls of the chutes, would she attempt it again. She didnt think she could bare seeing him hurt like that again. If it wasnt for that fact that she somehow knew he would heal, she was pretty sure she would have completely freaked. Opening her eyes, she peered over at him with a smile. "Next time we'll try and avoid walls." A laugh escaped her then, trying to add some humor into what could have been a serious situation. Shifting once more, she rested her head against his shoulder, a fall of crimson locks falling over her eye, hiding it from view. "Don't scare me like that again." Her hand found his, carefully resting it against the top as she sat there and waited for him to alright again.

18:33:26 Scott_Masterson found himself wondering how long it would have taken one of the ancients to heal the injuries, and again wishing he had that kind of power. It was not hard to imagine Aemilius or Chanel having stood up directly after landing and walking away. He concentrated partly on Joe's reply and mostly on that feeling of her blood inside of him, giving a high that was akin to what heroin had been in life only far more comforting. The cigarette was flicked away absently and he went about the slow process of undoing the three separet buckles keeping the parachute's backpack in place on his back, and responded in the same too-calm voice as he leaned forward just enough to slide it off and drop it beside him. He only briefly began to protest her statement before deciding he was glad she wasn't leaving yet--both because her company was always desired and because,

18:33:29 Scott_Masterson in the small chance that some other Hunter crossed his path, he would be incredibly disadvantaged. He his left hand carefully on his chest after adjusting two of the still-limp fingers slightly more, repositioning them until each section of bone was touching the spot it had recently been attached to. even that action caused only a faint spike of pain, nothing what it would have been moments ago before he had fed on her. Undoubtedly, blood was the best painkiller in a vampire's arsenal. He smiled at her response, his good hand coming to settle on her thigh as she moved beside him and spoke again. " Yes, not soon at all. Glad you enjoyed it though. I had fun myself before the landing." he replied simply with a light grin as her hand settled on top of his.

18:33:36 Scott_Masterson " I was more scared than you were, I'm sure. I couldn't sense you because of the pain. I was starting to think you had done even worse. Maybe that you'd died. That...would've sucked." The understatement was obvious from the look and the short silence that followed before he spoke again..." But I'm glad we did it." He stared at her hard for a long moment, the knowledge that her blood was even now healing him somehow deepening the conection, if only in a perceived manner. " So what's next? Forty five minutes and a few smokes, and I'll be ready for the rest of the night. Maybe after a shower as well. Anything you'd like to do?" He remained staring at her, unblinkingly and just as lost in those eyes as always, despite everything else.

18:47:25 Charlie sat on the edge of the tower, having waited for the two to make their plunge before making his way up there with a set of bionoculars. How could somebody change so much so quickly? Had he done that as well, had Charlie died and been replaced with an imposter, an imposter with his memories and some of his thoughts? He'd already figured that the tiny little voice that he heard from time to time was himself, crying out to stop his obsessions, Chanel, Joe, the two of them chased each other round and round in his head day in and day out. The woman who had been his hope and the woman who was now his captor, holding him hostage in his own body with a wanting and wishing to please her. His hope had died the moment that Joe had changed, no one would be willing to help him now, but still he couldn't help following her, watching her. She was the only thing in this city aside from the pictures that covered every inch of his hotel room that was a reminder of his time here as a human. Sure, he'd go to the shop now and --

18:47:47 [Charlie] again but he never went inside, he would only sit outside and watch them go along their daily lives. Turning around he had a second thought, perhaps he shouldn't be doing this, it was wrong, and creepy, but at the last moment he turned back around and started watching once more. Perhaps the hardest thing about this, about being bound to these two women, is that neither of them needed or even seemed to want him. Chanel had her friends, her master, and Joe, she had Scott, the man who had broken into her house and tried to kill her. The whole situation was enough to make him sick inside

18:50:50 Dior ~What a delightfully interesting world she’d found herself in. Vampires and hunters galore… and it just so happened her sister was writing about such a things. Least that was the subject she’d last remembered speaking to the woman about. Dior, fact orientated as she was, could never quite figure out the appeal of fiction. Stories plucked from the imagination of a person, words twisted into webbed fantasies which under any other circumstances would be considered lies. But her sibling made a good living from these ‘lies’ so who was she to question it? Besides, Blanche was a good person, sweet, smart… and fun to be around. Which begged the question of why they’d been apart so long! She hadn’t realised how long it’d been since they last spoke till yesterday, when they’d spoken on the phone… now Blanche was headed for Paris, her flight arrived a while ago during the day light hours. <c>

18:50:52 Dior ~They’d spoken again for a short while before arranging to meet outside a club, Le Romantica was it’s name. Dior had found it through the hotel, though she must admit they were most confused by her interest in it, a strange place they’d called it. Full of freaks and weirdo dressers. Just the kind of place she’d been looking for, so outside it’s doors she waited for Blanche, a cigarette in one hand and fake fur shawl in the other.<f>~

18:52:58 [`Joe] That was her thing. She'd senced him the moment he hit. The pain that he was going through. Felt him searching for her. She couldnt have landed fast enough and still she hadnt. She made a mental note to make sure he knew what to pull and where before ever attempting something like this again. "We'll I'm glad that you enjoyed it, even with the painful results." Her fingers moved and traced over the top of his hand, trailing small trails over his skin idly. The thought that she could have done worse entered her mind. If she hadnt watched all those shows of people base jumping or witnessing some of her freinds sky-diving, she probably would have ended up worse off. Probably tangled around power cables and electrocuted to death. That was the kind of luck she had. Lifting her head, she smiled and nodded. "We'll take as long as you need before heading back to the apartment." She wasnt sure she wanted to tempt fate again to night. Nor wanted to leave the apartment until the ---

18:53:03 [`Joe] next evenings need to feed pulled her away from the sanctuary of it. "Let do something a little less.... thrilling." No more jumping from heights or anything risky. Something plain ole boring. "Or we can just stay in the remainder of the evening." She smiled again and nodded, prefering to go with that option. It was much safer and alot less painful. As she watched him with those crystaline eyes, she got a feeling. One she couldnt place. Like she was being watched. Shifting her eyes, she looked in the direction she thought it was coming from and searched. However, she didnt spot anything. Or anyone. Shaking her head, she looked back at Scott and quirked her eyebrow. "That was werid." Was still werid. She couldnt seem to shake the feeling. Not matter what she tried to focus on.

19:07:15 Scott_Masterson let his head fall gently back against the cold brick wall, his eyes still locked and Joe's. He looked more like the victim of a fatal traffic accident at the moment than someone who should have been conversing. The right side of his face was covered in dark blood, as was most of the front side of the expensive dress shirt under the more-expensive suit jacket that he wore. It seemed each night another bloodied suit was being added to the pile in the apartment, and he only briefly began to wonder if Chanel would care about the freedoms he was taking with her property before deciding she wouldn't. Not enough to worry about anyway. If she was as old as she felt, there was almost certainly a large fortune in her name somewhere. He studied Joe's face, looking the exact opposite of his own at the moment. Pristine, white skin almost glowing in the darkness of the alley.

19:07:17 Scott_Masterson The only indicator that she had jumped off the tower was in slightly messier hair than she normally sported. His eyes didn't deviate from hers except to jump to her lips and back occasionally as she spoke, the words more welcomed than he let on. His original plan had been to spend most of the night moving from one exciting activity to the next, though the original plan had not included multiple injures or significant blood loss. He moved each foot a little, eager for the ankles to mend enough that he could walk, but the sudden shock of pain overwhelming the lingering sensation of the feeding told him it would still be a while. " I like that idea. We'll stay in. Maybe get one of those french call-girls to come to the room instead of hunting at all..."

19:07:23 Scott_Masterson he pulled his eyes from her just long enough to light another cigarette, missing her intial look of confusion before she spoke again. At first he thought she had been referring to the recent events, though that look on her face as it seemed to scan the area quickly told him otherwise. " What was weird?" he asked curiously, after a long drag on the cigarette followed by an upwards-facing exhale. The nearly imperceptible sound of a finger popping into it's socket came from his left hand, and he only quickly glanced to it before looking back to her. " You hear something?" He was listening intently for anything that could be classified as 'weird' even before she responded--the potential that werewolves existed still lingering in his thoughts, mostly the result of paranoia.

19:22:32 [Charlie] He'd thought of trying to figure out if the others in the shop would be in the same profession as Joe, or if they could accept someone like himself. Charlie could not bring himself to bring harm to the two, but he would be more than willing to kill those who were not connected to them. He wanted to help prevent having others being turned, being drawn into this crazy ass world. Perhaps he could even save a few people in the process. Of course he would not be able to let anyone know, to do that would be to put an end to the entire operation before it even got out of the planning stages. Letting out a sigh, he pulled a leg up onto the rail and wrapped an arm around it, only needing one hand to hold up the binoculars. Wait, shit, could they see him? No, no they would be on a higher alert if they had, though he could see the suspicion. He would need to be leaving soon, maybe even confront her, yes, he would do that. They looked as though they would be there a while and he had yet to speak to her since the night--

19:22:55 [Charlie] that he had taken her for that walk. Turning away, he moved down the tower and made his way through the streets that led to them. The binoculars he hid along the way, nothing more incriminating than binocularsespecially when they were already suspicious. "H-hey."He had his camera around his wrist, full of shots taken earlier that night. "Is he alright?" Charlie looked down to Scott and frowned in concern, not bothering to explain how he'd happened upon them. To give an explanation would be even more suspicious than not doing so, let them come up with their own reasons. He knelt down beside Scott and was about to take a look before realizing the situation. "Of course you're alright, this is just a flesh wound for your kind isn't it?" He paused for a moment as he got back to his feet before looking over with a short wave. "Hello Joe."

19:24:54 Blanche ♀After her flight, which seemed to drag on through hell and back. Blanche found herself at her home, in Paris. It seemed she was running a bit late. Hardly sleeping a wink on her flight when she should have, as opposed to trying to write out the rest of her rough draft. This series was going to take her forever at a rate like this one. The blonde finally finished unpacking, and changing clothing. Arriving in something undesirable really. Sweats, and a tee shirt. The great american outfit, created for comfort. No, she couldn't possibly show up at ' Le Romantica ' looking like she did. Hair in a tussle, bags under her eyes. She required makeup, and a good shower. That being done already, she was on finishing touched. Like, adding her pack of cigarette's to her purse, and adjusting the ebony dress she wore. A trendy looking shawl over her shoulders, and bam. Ready for action. Shuffling out the door, she fished for the key to the rental she purchased, and started the engine. Trying to~

19:24:59 Blanche ~</I>remember her way around this great land of ' Paris '. It took the Blanche around twenty minutes before pulling up to the club, and with luck. Finding a spot to park in. A lit cigarette between index and middle digit, and the keys held loosely in her hand as she walked towards Adeleine. Heeled feet making ' clack ' sound with each step, so it was obvious. Her sister would realize she was being approuched. " My goodness, you haven't changed a bit. " Blanche rang out to her. Her voice still carried a faint ' French ' accent to it. Notable, though light, nothing too heavy. Adjusting her purse highter up over her shoulder, she held out her arms for a hug. " I missed you! "</I>♀

19:29:29 [`Joe] She didnt know what it was. It was just a feeling she got. A tickling at the back of her neck. A feeling that told her that she was being watched. Or they were. She wasnt sure. Her eyes, even with the enhanced vision, couldnt spot the sorce of the feeling, leaving her to simply want to push it away. Shaking her head, she blinked a couple times before looking back at him. "No. More like felt something. But can't place it." Shrugging, she waved her hand to dismiss it, smiling again. "A french call girl, huh? That'd work." Anything none life threatening was alright in her book. Leaning back again, she tried to get as comfortable as she could, which was near impossible. The feeling still lingered in her mind, and it was she could do to not look back in the direction she'd felt it from and seek out its sorce. Reaching her hand up, she tried her best to smooth down the tussled locks of hair before she leaned back again. Crossing her legs, she rested her hands in her lap and let the silence----

19:29:44 [`Joe] span between them. She liked that about being there with him. The amount of silence they went through and not grow uncomfortable. Normally with anyone else, she would have itched for something to be said. To be done. But not with him. Smiling, she rolled her head and looked at him again, eyes flicking over his features. She was just getting comfortable when the feeling hit again, her head snapping once more to the direction it had come from. What the hell was going on? Eyes searching, ears attunded, she stayed alert. With Scott injured, anything could happen by them and they be severly out numbered. Then she heard it. The soft shuffling of feet. Too human to be anything but. But she was still prepared. In the blink of an eye, she shifted to a crouching position, prepared to strike if the need called for it. The person that walked around that corner was the last she'd expected to see ever again and had her instantly relaxing. His questions went unanswered from her. Even his greeting wasnt even replied to. ---

19:29:48 [`Joe] "What are you doing here?" It was the only thing that she'd speak to him as she stood from her crouch and watched as he crouched next to Scott.

19:41:19 Scott_Masterson let the hand holding the cigarette settle on her thigh, still straining to sort out the sounds his sudden attention were picking up--though none of them were out of the ordinary. Cars, faint heartbeats of people sleeping in the building behind them, and wind were the predominant ones. The rest were insiginificant; the occasional piece of trash scraping against the alley floor as it tumbled in the light breeze, far-off conversations of people on the nearby streets that couldn't be deciphered, and the nearly inaudible sounds of his own body trying to repair itself. Still nothing that should have garnered attention, yet that alertness in her expression had him almost beginning to worry. This was hunter territory after all. He willed his body to heal faster, despite knowing that it was not a consciously activated process. And then his ears did catch something else...footsteps, steadily approaching and headed directly for them.

19:41:22 Scott_Masterson He was already watching the alley's mouth when the man came into view, his heartbeat just as audible and leaving no doubt to his race. His eyes didn't waver as the man came to crouch in front of him, that camera on his hand making Scott presume 'tourist'. Perhaps someone who had seen him hit the building. He could only hope the man hadn't alerted emergency services if that was the case...though he was already considering feeding on him, if only to speed the process of healing. He was about to respond when the man initially asked if he was alright, and then spoke again. Whoever this was, he was not as oblivious to the existence of vampires as he should have been. Scott studied him closely, looking for anything that might betray some information or verify <

19:41:28 Scott_Masterson that this was or was not a hunter--though that camera left little doubt. Hardly the tool of someone hunting vampires. The man greeted Joe and his surprise showed for a moment, presuming this was someone from her human life and again speculating on the man's intentions. " No trouble at all. Just taking a smoke break." He didn't doubt that the fact e had been injured was obvious from his appearance, but this man couldn't have known how severely. He tried his best to look like the healing process had already completed, lifting a leg slowly in a more casual position and ignoring the pain in the ankle, with help from the still-fresh feeding and its dulling effect. " You two know eachother?" He spoke calmly, returning to the cigarette afterwards and smoking slowly.

19:47:09 Dior ~The sight of Blanche brought forth many emotions, grief at the time they’d wasted from time apart and joy, which spread across un-painted lips in the form of a smile. “Grown older, a little wider around the waist perhaps, but what did you expect to have changed?” she grinned as her arms folded around her sister, wrapping her in a long lasting embrace before letting go. “I missed you too… come on, let’s get inside, I think this place will interest you.” she purred while hooking her arm around Blanche’s. “Still writing your vampire novels?” The bouncer at Le Romantica’s doors stared as they approached, they might have seemed out of place here, not the kind of people he was used to seeing. On approach Dior pulled a note or two from her bag and as they entered she passed these to the bouncer, obvious payment for entrance to the place. A bit over the usual door price but Dior wasn’t bothered about getting the change. <c>

19:47:13 Dior ~The place was dark, gothic in nature and once in she couldn’t help but notice how much they stood apart. Two relatively normal looking girls in an ‘alternative’ club, did it bother her? No, not at all. She all but dragged her sister to the bar to buy drinks before searching out a place for them to sit together and talk.<f>~
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19:49:38 [Charlie] A hurt look passed over his face as he turned to face Joe. "What are you doing here?" He raised an eyebrow. "That's a hell of a way to talk to an old friend, or are you too good for us humans now?" He sounded bitter, hurt. "For your information, with another night gone that Chanel has left me hanging I decided that I wanted to take some pictures, seeing as I haven't done that in a while." Charlie dangled the camera in front of her and let out a short sigh. "Yes, we know each other, or knew each other anyways though not nearly so well as I might have thought." He had been hoping to find something left of Joe there, but he didn't see it, saw nothing but the beast that had taken her place. He considered the thought that he might simply be blinded by the facts and not be looking at the situation, but her words circled in his head, what are you doing here? Running a hand over his face, he let out a slow, shaky sigh. Couldn't go home, wasn't wanted here, there was nothing for him, nothing to look forward to--

19:49:57 [Charlie] nothing to hold on to. Fuck it all. "Fine, you know what, I'll leave you two lovebirds be then, I won't intrude any longer. Hell maybe I'll put us all out of our misery and just jump off the tower or something. A nice, theatrical way to go." He then turned and started walking away, realizing after a few steps what he had said. Jump off the tower, shit. Maybe they wouldn't notice. Damn his mouth!

20:00:23 Blanche ♀ The embrace seemed to last a lifetime. " I expected you to adapt some sort of culture, visiting Paris and all. " Blanche grinned widely towards her sibling, just as they hooked arms. Looking over the place, she quirked a small curious brow. Mouth popped open slightly. Leaning in her sisters direction, " I would've settled for a restaurant, Adelaine. " She whispered. Smiling as they walked passed the bouncer. One inside, she nearly stepped back out. They stood out so much, maybe it would post a problem. In Blanche's mind anyway, " I'll pay for the drinks. " She cooed to her sister, talking a bit louder over the music blaring away, and the crowds bickering. A bit overwhelmed at first, though she quickly became used to it. A few years back, she was such a club rat. She was able to write in them too, dispite the noise, and clutter. " I'll take any kind of beer. " Blanche squeezed herself in at the bar beside Adelaine, leaning over the counter, awaiting the order to be~

20:00:30 [`Joe] She knew she was wrong. In the way she snapped at him. But his appearance there had been so unexpected, she just jumped. "I'm sorry." she found herself saying, casting her eyes to the ground for a moment before he started speaking again. Lifting her gaze, she found his and nodded as he dangled the camera. So much had changed in the last couple days, that somehow Charlie had slipped her mind. She had been so hell bent on saving him before, she didnt know what had changed. Except herself. Her eyes soften as she internally flinched from each of his words. "Charlie is the man that Chanel made drink from her that night in my apartment." she explained to Scott without looking towards him. No, her attention, every ounce of it, was on this man that was her freind. That she hoped will still be her friend as impossible as it may have been. "Look Charlie, I don't mean to be short. You just surprised me." she tried explaining, but he had already gotten up and started walking off.----

20:00:31 Blanche ~filled before they walked away and found a booth to sit in, or maybe a table. When this was accomplished. Blanche set her purse on the table and took a deep breath, smile still very much apparent, " This place is rather dark-Are you trying to gain me inspiration, you sneak! " Blanche pointed out, " Just because I write about the occult in my series, doesn't mean you have to strain yourself to choose something I may feel comfortable with. " She against pointed out. Bringing the beer to her lips and taking a rather large swig, " Besides that, i'm in some sort of slump. I'm looking at this as a perma-vacation until I am finished with my book. Which may be a while. Still considering a house here? " She had so much to say, she hadn't realized she'd been running her mouth non-stop since they took their seats. Though, she added, " If not, where are you staying? Surely not at a hotel! " Baby blues gazed directly at Adelaine. If you'd not known any better, it may seem~

20:00:34 [`Joe] It wasnt until he uttered his last comment that she found herself leaving Scott's side and moving infront of Charlie with that inhuman speed. Reaching out her hands, she grabbed his shoulders. "Don't talk like that. I'm still me. Even after everything, I am still me. And I am still your friend." Before she could stop herself, she was pulling him into her arms, envolping him in a hug. "Don't hate me." she whispered before letting him go. If he still walked away then, there was nothing she could do about it. But she had met every word she'd said. Returning to Scott's side once more, she leaned against him, rested her head on his shoulder and sighed.

20:00:59 Blanche ~Blanche was the older sister, as opposed to Adeleine. She sure acted as such. She didn't mean it, she just cared was all. Adelaine never took it personally, as long as she knew she was older and wiser! ♀

20:26:05 Dior ~Perked a brow at her sisters mention of culture, it had been a long time since they’d been together. She’d forgotten how much the younger sibling talked, although it was nice to just sit there and listen to her ramblings. They’d been living such different lives for years now, it made meeting up somewhat difficult. “Can’t talk openly about what I have to say in a restaurant.” that was the truth. “Wine, white.” she added when the bartender glanced at her questioningly for an order. “Considering a house? No, not quite… I’ve decided on buying one. Already put my flat in Islington on the market… mortgage was stupidly expensive anyway.</b>” such boring conversation it seemed, considering what she had in store for them later, but alas… that could wait till after their catch up chat. They’d managed to find a deserted booth like in-cove, it’s walls painted black and coated in poster like leaflets, such a strange place to find Dior. She generally preferred the ‘higher class’ life style, <c>

20:26:11 Dior ~ which was reflected in her choice of attire. A designer crème dress draped from petite tanned shoulders, it’s collar bathed in strings of pearl and lace, a garment from one of Paris’s top stylists. The silken material felt soft, almost weightless against her flawless skin. “Inspiration, yes… sneak? Hardly… I do have some unbelievable things to tell you, hear me out before calling me mad though.” yet another smile lit up sun-kissed features and with a flick of her hand she sent the golden curls, which had fallen stray across her face, tumbling down along her bare back. “I’m staying at the De Crillon… which is… frankly superb. Expensive, but worth it…anyway, back to why I asked you to come here.” she switched subjects smoothly by placing some pictures on the table, pictures of blood samples which she’d taken earlier that day. “Do you see anything wrong with those?” she questioned, hoping that her sisters knowledge in science and basic human biology stretched far enough to <c>

20:26:14 Dior ~ realize what she was showing her.~

20:44:13 Blanche ♀ " Until you buy one, you can stay with me. " Blanche offered, " I'm not giving you a choice either, Adeleine. " Blanche grinned at her sister genuinely. " I do own a house here, I actually gorgot to mention that on the phone. I'm not taking no for an answer. It's big enough for atleast five people, no worries on space. " Blanche added. Gazing towards the half empty beer, then back to her sister. " Yes, the De Crillan is quite expensive, though. I'd rather you stay with me. " She couldn't help but say what she thought, and well. Wanted. What she wanted was her sister to stay with her while Blanche was here. Was that so selfish? Feathered golden strands shadowing her features. When the photo's were presented, dainty digits plucked them off the the table, examing them. Forensic's is Adeleine's job, though. Blanche knew enough about science, and biology to know something wasn't right. She was always brainy, amazing how she never took on the profession of something~

20:44:17 Blanche ~more towards a scientist. Flipping through the pictures and examining the stamps, she bit her lower lip. Large baby blues becoming wider, more open. Awake looking. " The cells. " She started. " They're moving. Though, they're dead. Amazing! Adeleine. . . where did you collect such a supernatural sample? " Blanche asked. Placing the photo's back down on the table, then pulling the bottle to her lips. Resting it there before she took a rather large amount in her mouth, swallowed, and then gazed back towards her sister. " I need another beer. " She stated. Picking the photographs back up and re-examining them. " No matter how many times I look through these, they shouldn't be moving like this. . . " She whispered thoughtfully. Removing her shawl. It was warm in here. ♀

20:52:25 Xelie 's lids fluttered open at the growing sound of nightlife outside the walls of her confinement, which appeared to be a large room in one of the finest hotels in Paris. She has lived here for quite some time now. Xelie works as a model, for any that needed her. Thus, giving her large incomes. Her manager never questions her, when she evidently made appointments close to the time of the sun setting. Her only answer was it alights her mood when the skies slowly darken. But of course to those who are of her kind, they would know exactly why. A vampire living rather luxuriously, and the people around her know nothing of her true identity. That is, she tends to keep it that way. To them she was just another pretty face up for the modelling industry. With flawless and smooth creamy white skin. Dark black locks so soft you could have mistaken it as silk. Eyes peculiar in shade due to its eye catching hue of a silvery-white. Covered sometimes by dark black and thick natural eyelashes as she blinked. Not that she(c)

20:53:06 Xelie needed to, but it helps from being questioned. And the make-up artists don't have to put those irritating fake lashes. A relief, No? As she rose from her slumber, the smooth silky covers that snuggly covered her form, slipped off. Delicate feet pressed upon the soft plush carpet in the hue of black. Inhaling softly, and closing her eyes, stretching her graceful limbs. Not that she needed to, but it was more of the little response from the grains of humanity she had left. Walking over to the west side of her bed, there stood a large mahagony closest, lazily opening this, she'd glance at the many, neatly clothes lined up within it. Deciding just to go with a rather intricate looking piece do to the many crisscross laces at the back of the corsetlike dress, black in color appearing smooth and silky to the eyes of those with weak human eyes. As for her graceful feet, black peep-toe pumps, adorning her creamy white feet and glowing in contrast to the hue of her skin. Her hair was left to be as it was since(c)

20:53:27 Xelie it was short only up to her shoulders. Picking up a brush she gently combed through her loosely curled locks. Fluffing this just slightly before heading out the door, leaving her room as it is for the keepers to clean up. Where she went off to? To La Romantica, a club where she knows her kind would be found in, as well as unknowing morsels. How she got there, well she just briskly ran, being unnoticed due to the color of the sky masking her form, stopping at the nearest curve towards this club. Fortunately no one was there. Her oculars were dark since she hasn't 'fed' on anyone, for 2 days now? The sound of music she was hearing from miles away was now louder, meaning that she was getting closer. She was, dressed to well for these kinds of crowds. But this was a place she enjoyed to be in.. due to the large amount of people surging in and out of the club. Of course, she was a regular here, and because of this, the bouncers probably have memorized her perfect features by now. So she easly slipped past(c)

20:53:34 Xelie them and into the music filled vicinity. Her optics dark, slowly glinted with amusement as she scanned over the area. Ah.. so many minds flirting secretly with her hunger. Their minds.. oh so luscious in her mouth. A soft intake of breath as she walked forth, stopping at the usual place. A seat in the farthest corner. A table and chair just for her. She needed not to call for the barkeeper to serve her, for they approach. Not that she really needed alcohol.(e)

21:06:26 Dior ~”Bossy as ever I see.” she sighed, but accepted the offer in good grace. There wasn’t much point in arguing with Blanche, sure… you could put up a fight but inevitable she always won. It had been like that since they were young, Dior was the more…reserved of the two. A little crazy at times, un-predictable occasionally when put in certain circumstances but mostly she was quiet and sweet natured. “Glad you noticed… for a moment I was scared I might have to explain basic biology to you…” the tone she spoke hinted at sarcasm, a playfulness washed across her serene features before it vanished just as quickly as it had come. At her sisters mention of beer she merely smiled, that girl could out drink most anyone she knew. “Excuse me, another beer here please.” she called out to a waiter who just happened to be walking by, his attention on the startlingly beautiful woman who’d just entered, he nodded before continuing his path towards Xelie.<c>

21:06:28 Dior ~“You drink far too much, it can’t be good for your liver.” she commented briefly before returning to the subject at hand. “The sample? I met a girl at one of the bistro’s here in France… it’s a rather long story but she seemed to be part of some vampire cult or other, you know the type… gothic, illusionist, fantasists basically… least, that’s what I believed until she showed me proof.” there was a seconds pause before she continued, enough time for her to gauge Blanche’s reaction to her words. “Those creates in that novel of yours…not fiction after all, I’ve met some, correction. I hit one at 50mph in my Porsche. Any human would have been killed in that collision, this boy walked away… unscathed.” another pause followed, a much longer one. She was waiting for the accusations of lunacy.<f>~


21:26:11 Xelie As her form was seated, the barkeeper probably spotted her on her way in, orperhaps it was girls staring at her, that caused the barkeeper to send for someone. Her mood incredibly was enlightened by all these unknowing thoughts surging purely around her, giving her what she had so been craving for. Not bothering to select a particular morsel, because of the mass amount of thoughts surging through her mind, lingering there. It was violently pleasurable, for once she thought of how incredibly crazy it was of her to have not have fed for two days. Closing her eyes, for a moment to compose her facial expressions if it had changed to something other than a calm facade. And as she looked up, oculars peeping out from under those dark lashes, a man approached her. Probably a new one, since he was bluntly surprised by her appearance. Her oculars were already its normal shade of Silvery white. Already feeding off of the minds in every nook and cranny of this music throbbing, vicinity, enough to have returned her(c)

21:26:17 Xelie optics hues into its original hue. Slightly confounding the male as she gazed straight into his eyes, absorbing just a small portion of what was going on through his head. Enough to make him waver from his still standing position. He came forth, being greeted with a friendly yet ever so dazzling smile, something he wasn't used to, due to the way he sharply took in a breath. Xelie was amused with his thoughts and reactions. So he had no feel of hurting him. "I'll have sweet red wine... Warm..not chilled.." Her voice even and velvet like as to the hearing. With the most profound articulation. Giving strict orders, for she was given one with ice.. bobbing in and out of the red liquid. With that said she looked around once more, leaving him to do what he was asked for.(e)

21:33:16 Dior ~NPC Blanche:’Yes, you’re probably right… but it tastes so good!’ came Blanche’s reply, the girl obviously liked beer. Though, she’d forgotten all about her drink by the time Dior had finished speaking. “Real vampires? You have to be kidding me!… have you got any proof other than these photo’s?” Blanche asked, which was something Dior had been prepared for and even before the woman had finished that sentence Dior was passing over the tiny vile of vampire blood. “Check it yourself…” which was what Blanche wanted to do, as soon as possible. “I don’t have a microscope here, can I use yours?” Dior just smiled at her younger sister before handing over her hotel room keys. “Room 101, there’s several microscopes there, use whichever you want.” and with that Blanche vanished, out the door like a shot. Which left Dior sitting alone in the club, standing out like a sore thumb. || Dior just watched as her sister darted off, always the skittish one Blanche had been,<c>

21:33:21 Dior ~she was sure they’d meet again in the morning, after Blanche had studied that sample for hours. Just like she had. For a moment she’d almost decided to get up and leave, maybe go back to the hotel and watch her sister puzzle over the blood like she had done, but the wine in her glass was hardly touched.. and the night was young. So she stayed, sipping bittersweet wine softly from the deep concaved glass in her hand and she couldn’t help but notice she was the only one not dressed in black, every thing and everyone in this place was drenched in morbid tones, as if the colour had been sucked right out of them.<f>~

21:36:54 [Adalea] If you had asked Adalea where she thought she'd up up. It most likely would not have been her first answer to say "a vampire" Then again if they had asked her what she wanted to be when she was a child there was no way she could have said a vampire because that identity wasn't exactly an option in that time. Ada sauntered down the sidewalk, nearing the establishment she was to work at this evening. At the moment her attire was cloaked by a ankle length black trench, fitted with large buttons and a belt around the waist. On her feet you could see heeled leather boots and thats about it. Her long ebony hair fell around her face to the middle of her back in the smoothest of waves, framing her angelic face oh so perfectly. Her lips were as red as a rose, and

21:37:05 [Adalea] just as petal soft. No make up needed for this woman was far from a classic beauty, instead she radiated with an ethereal quality that framed an allure so uncanny one just has to ask. Her eyes glimmmered a deep violet color that shone with the fire of amethyst, swirling in the magnificent depths, surrounded by thick black lush lashes. In a moment she had managed to push her way in to the club, flashing a grin at the bouncer who knew her well. Her teeth were impeccably white and straight, the smile only to be called dazzling. Not too far in to the club one of the waitress's came to take her coat. Sweet little girl she was. Under the jacket her "clubbing" attire was revealed. Skinny black jeans covered legs that seemed to go on forever as the 5'11 woman walked through the room like sex in heels. The pants were tucked in to 4 inch black leather boots

21:37:19 [Adalea] that click clacked as she gracefully made her way to the bar. Her blouse was crimson in colour, satiny, catching the flourescent lights like a prism, the colors bouncing of the halter style shirt, a burst of color in to the room. Adalea all else as in the smoothest of motions she leaned forward on the bar, handing the girl behind the mahogany surface her purse and other things. " "Clock me in Doll." She yelled over the loud pulsating techno beat that assaulted her senses. Done with the basics she made her way through the gyrating throng of sweaty people, easily dancing her way to the center where she was supposed to be till someone came along and offered her a drink or a dance. Either was perfecrtly fine. Both was fucking fantastic. Her job was to just be a vampire amongst humans...entertain the posers and keep business hot. The leggy, raven haired

21:37:42 [Adalea] woman let her arms drift up above her head and soon her body followed the rythem of the music, hips swaying sensually. Motions like water, fluid like none other, her grace rivaled that of a dancer, of an animal, of the wind on a cloud. Everything about the dance screamed elation. Adalea lost herself to the music.

21:51:40 Dior let her eye’s wash over the surrounding clutter of people, all of them looked more or less the same…which made her chuckle. She’d be willing to bet her life on their intent to be alternative, yet in painting themselves in dark make up and multicoloured hair they’d achieved the opposite. In this club they were the norm, there was nothing alternative about them in Dior’s eye’s. This of course amused her greatly and without thinking she let her amusement show, an almost mocking smirk crawled across parted lips as she watched them all. Dancing, drinking… playing the vampire part it seemed, for many of them wore more than obvious fake fangs, yet amongst the crowd a single woman on the dance floor caught her attention. One who looked like a predator among sheep, a woman who was drawing quite a lot of attention from both men and women alike. Adalea would surely notice the interest she was receiving from others, boys attempting to dance ever closer to her. <c>

21:51:41 Dior ~Women gave her jealous stares, some of them whispering among themselves, probably insulting her behind her back. Dior watched all of this in silence from her solitary booth, fascinated by the crowds. Did any of them know vampires existed or where they oblivious like she had been only a week before today? Maybe she’d ask one of them, quench her curiosity in the matter before moving on to another… more classy bar.<f>~

21:52:56 Violent_Harvest He drifted along the sidewalk like some cracked-out junkie, a meandering expression on his face that shifted between a grin of slyness as he passed snooty French locals, and a deep-lined scowl when he passed the night club scene. He was dressed in a classically European fashion, and his chiseled features and well-kept appearance betrayed the odd "tick" that he seemed to carry with him as he sauntered in front of Le Romantica. He chuckled softly, a low-kempt sneering sound that was not misplaced on the throngs of people attempting to get through the doors. He flashed the bouncer an everburning stare of absolute blackness, devoid of anything but the sheen of nightlights off of a clear, pristine dark surface.... <C>

21:53:03 Violent_Harvest He made his way in without any authoritative saunter or attempt to confirm his presence and right to be here among them. He looked comfortable, almost ecstatic, having found this little niche in the cornerstone of the French capital's underground. Here, his enigmatic movements, estranged personality, and terribly "off" appearance could not only be generally accepted as the norm, but outright praised. He was lauded by onlookers for his impeccable taste when he housed the most vicious disdain within for each of them, like an infection that always needed scratching. He made himself cozy on a bar stool, and rather than ordering a drink, he was content to stare wide-eyed at the bartender, a thin smile pulling at the corners of his lips. <C>

21:53:08 Violent_Harvest His breathing was spastic and erratic as he splayed his fingers outward on the counter. He was here for multiple reasons, but for now, his curiosity was piqued, and therefore he dared to attempt what many would never do in such a place. He pushed his hand in to the counter, hard, and the fanned out, serrated silver tip of the blade was poking through the fisticuff of his black jacket. It pushed in to the flesh of his palm, causing a clean incision, and his fresh vitae spilled forth on the counter from the steady flowing wound. He squeezed his hand tightly, his knuckles ghostly white from the pressure, and as he did so, that thirsty expression that seemed to scream "Come fuck with me" was finally sated. He shivered for a moment, and turned his back to the bar, to watch, and wait, and derive some form of twisted amusement from the situation. <E>

22:02:22 Adalea Of course she noticed the gawks. The catcalls. There was a small circle around her of men and women who both by choice and instinct had danced a little closer. Adalea could feel their heat. Could hear their hearts pounding. Could smell the stench of sweat and sex. But if you were to look at the girl's face. You'd see none of that. Instead, on that angelic face you'd see the look of rapture. The epitome of femenine pleasure. Her head was thrown back, her already long onyx hair brushing past her ass now, which by the way was moving around to the music as the hips dipped and grinded in time to the music. Those violet eyes were closed, her lips parted just so. Like a pro, the Dj switched songs seamlessly fading in to something a little deeper. A little more mesmerizing, something that lulled humans in to a rhythmic trance. Adalea exhaled softly,

22:02:48 [Adalea] switching up her movements as her arms fell back down to her sides slowly, wrists turning a little, her knees bending the rest of her body following. Down. Down. Down. Popping her hips upward once she'd begin the slow progression upward. No touching, though her eyes were open now, if only a little taking in the people around her. Play with me. Said her body. Look at me Said her eyes. All a part of the job.

22:15:37 Dior ~The glass in which swirled golden toned wine was half empty now, or half full depending on your outlook on life. The mildly intoxicating liquid seared pleasantly against pierced tongue before being swallowed. She never drank to just get drunk, Dior liked the taste of her chosen drinks, enjoying alcohol almost always in a responsible way. So when a passing bartender offered a refill she declined, sure, maybe later she might have another but not until the first was finished.. especially since she had no intention of staying in this place much longer. It, like so many places, was beginning to bore her. The music was too loud, the people too many and the temperature too hot. She preferred British weather really, cool but not quite cold and already she could feel her skin getting a little sticky from the heat. Something which she utterly abhorred. The dazzling white fur shawl which lay across her shoulders came off, long fingers untied the ribbons which secured it about her before placing it on her lap. <c>

22:15:39 Dior ~ All the while she watched, her attention focused mostly on the dance floor but every so often she’d be distracted by a door off to her right, shrouded in shadows and guarded by yet another bouncer which now and again opened to receive people or allow them to exit. Another level to the club? A private one? This intrigued the woman and once her wine finished she was planning an attempt to get through that door.<f>~

22:38:15 [Violent_Harvest] :The result of his little coup was immediately noticeable among those that it would have affected. He smirked, although the feeling was not much in terms of satisfaction. In that course of a few moments, he had seen their cheeks flush, their senses suddenly painfully aware of the scent of blood in front of them, regardless of the fact that they could not visibly react to it amongst all those who desperately wanted to be what the others actually -were.- He took a moment to mentally note those around him, one in every dozen patrons or so, and it was hard for him to lose faces. He always remembered faces... <C>

22:38:21 Violent_Harvest Rather than wasting effort on the innocuous routine of ordering a drink like hailing a taxi, he wrote his order on a napkin with his own blood. He hadn't begged the bartender yet, but really had no desire to, as she was bonded to the institution itself and therefore posed no threat or hopes of a threat whatsoever. He waited patiently for his vodka tonic, wrapping his wounded around the napkin and clotting the flow of the wound before the glass arrived and he sipped its contents slowly, fluidly, the burn of alcohol filling his veins with a false, increasing warmth.... <C>

22:38:28 Violent_Harvest He looked around the wild, noisy scene, his expression downright smug. He found it ironic, really. An entire club filled with predators, their prey, monstrosities that murdered the innocent to fuel their survival desires.... and he was still the most dangerous thing in this room. His breathing was growing more erratic, his pulse quickening along with the driving beat of the house music, and he clenched his fists tightly. He wondered how he smelled to them.... still wounded, barely bleeding, perhaps.... was he a main course, or a dessert? He wondered how he was being viewed, even. Did they perceive it as an insult? He hoped they hated him for it.....exposing the forbidden fruit right amongst the garden itself, and they were helpless to pursue it in the club's present state. <E>

22:42:46 Xelie 's order came suprisingly slow, but of course it mattered not to her if it was given in. she just wanted something in her hand, to play with, or twirl. Not that she minded the taste of liqour. Not very fond of it either. Xelie just simply watched, not at all fascinated by the writhing bodies everywhere, seperated herself from them in a private booth, that had an overview of the area, just close to the sweaty and continuously writhing bodies, 'dancing' to keep in rythm with what the Dj was playing. There thoughts suantering towards her direction as if they were moths drawn in by a flickering and bright light. Growing rather bored, her sharp oculars stopping at one figure, in the midst of all the writhing bodies. But unlike their motions, hers was of a sensual snake gracefully showing off those lithe moves, shifting efortlessly amongst the people surrounding her, gawking and staring. Knowing already, that due to that pretty face, whom would make a cherubs face look like a gargoyle... was not even close to(c)

22:43:18 Xelie human. One of her kin.. a part of her race. An intrigued smile crossed those dark redluscious lips. Eyeing her from a far, tasting her thoughts, slightly excited, of what she was receiving from her mind. The pull was weak but enough to make her turn towards her direction. To let her know, that one was feeding playfully, toying even, with just a bit of her mind. Perhaps she wouldn't mind, besides she wasn't harming her. Disgusted by how relatively worthless the others looked beside her graceful yet alluring form. Her mind washed over the whole area, lettinng thoughts emotions, draw into her, notminding the surge at all, it was absolutely magnificent to feel so 'full'. Silvery-white optics momentarily stopped its gaze upon the young women dancing in the center of all the writhing bodies, her focus falling upon a booth, sensing something from within it. But dismissed it since that person was hidden from herview due to the standing idiots before her. Her glare locking onto them, and as she was to focus a(c)

22:43:41 Xelie pull on their thoughts and emotions to drain forcefully. The man from the barkeeper's counter came, sliding onto her table and looked to her shyly before nodding. "Is that all you'd wish to order, Mademoiselle?" The tone was of a tenor, firm but rounded, just somewhat. "Alright then, Thank you.." her tone that same velvety smooth sound. Intwined with something that seemed to be an octave of sensuality. Pearly white teeth peeked from her lips as those red lps parted into a smile, a charming and somewhat dazzling smile. sending the male stumbling back and getting back to work. A peal of laughter escaping her lips as she saw the male do so. Taking hold of the stem of the delicate wine glass, she'd press this against her lower lip, nt really drinking from it. But allowing herself to take in the sweet fragrance of the wine. Her oculars glinting as it reflected the light coming from the said glass within a graceful left hand. Her gaze now focusing upon this one man, standing ever so closely(c)

22:44:01 Xelie to the beautiful young woman sttanding in the midst of them and dancing. Her pull upon the male was much stronger than intended, and in result, the male simply slumped forth and fell onto the ground, in front of the dazzling young women in the center. "Oopps.." She'd whisper softly, if her assumption was correct, that young lady in the center of the qrithing crowd would have heard her and turned her way. Otherwise, her soft whisper would have been lost to her ears and everyone else around her dissolved by the loud pulsations and variating sounds coming from all over the place. Her interest was piqued by this female, and was too distracted to look over to the other direction where.. an unusual male has seated himself upon. Her mind however roved just so lazily to find out just his gender and bits of what he was feeling. Other than that and the sudden smell of blood in the air, nothing else. she wasn't so tempted with the blood, for she knew what lurked in that unusual man's mind. And she(c)

22:44:07 Xelie wouldn't fall for it..Her sharp and piercing orbs focused upon that one being. A well shaped and graceful , left leg was crossed over the right, lightly playing with the wine glass within her left hand. (e)

22:52:17 [Salerin_Daratrazanoff] moved into the club, Le Romantica. He smiled slightly, and turned his dark eyes along the area. Instantly scanning the club as he moved. He started towards the bar as he took in a slow, steady inhalation through his nose. He smelled many of the humans in the room, but smelled the spilled blood of a man sitting at the bar. He walked forward still, uncaring of the man. He eyed the male for a few moments, sensing several other vampires in the room. He smiled while glancing at the other participants of the room. He closed his eyes and sat down on a barstool looking at the bartender. He lifted his right hand to catch her attention. Once the bartender had moved to him he smiled at her, asking simply for a glass of wine. He turned himself to face the rest of the club as people danced. His eyes fixed upon Xelie for a few moments. Seeing her made him smile. He simply sat there, waiting for his drink.

22:56:04 Dior ~That drink of hers seemed to vanish all too soon, down the glass went. Left empty on the table when she stood up. Shawl held in the same arm as the diamante encrusted clutch bag she carried, which just so happened to contain a small glass bottle of holy water. Just a precaution she’d taken to carrying after reading the book Gina had let her have, come to think of it… she still had to return that. It wasn’t like she needed to keep it, after all she’d scanned the entire thing into her laptop back at the hotel. So, with a short glance over the club she headed for that all too shadowy door, but even before speaking the bouncer was glaring at her, with eye’s as dark as coal. She almost wilted under that stare, contemplated turning back for a moment… then got a back bone. “Extra payment required?” she purred, in the most smoulderingly seductive voice she could… though, it wasn’t so great. She pretty much sucked at being a seductress. The glaring bouncer growled as she slyly held out a few <c>

22:56:08 Dior ~hundred to him, an obvious bride… one which he wouldn’t accept. So she tried something else, a police identification badge she pulled from her bag and flashed, “Police business.” she stated, in the tone of someone not quite confident in what they were staying. Still he did not budge, his face was a mask of severity, immovable the bouncer seemed, so she –for the moment- gave up and returned, defeated, to the bar for a seat. A few stools away sat Harvest, but to her he was just another clubber. She couldn’t smell the blood, being human and all. Moments later her phone vibrated, a text? Who would text her at this time..’Where are you?’ she sighed, so much for Blanche being away for hours. ‘Still at that silly vampire club.’ was her simple reply, now all she had to do was wait. Blanche would no doubt come running back through those doors soon.<f>~

23:10:50 Violent_Harvest He watched, motionless, his position at the bar certainly suggesting the persona of a "wall flower" or "non-Alpha" male. He did not command attention and was in fact engrossed in his own world of thoughts and motivations, observing them in the light they were in now. Part of him admonished their nature and he admitted readily that there were certain qualities to be admired within their lifestyle. Realistically, he supposed they were more efficient killers by the very nature of their existence, using the blood they spilled for sustenance and self-preservation. His own deplorable, selfish urges to kill and harm those around him was rather a byproduct of the corruption within his very soul. He hunted for the power, for the dominance..... not the kill itself. <C>

23:10:59 Violent_Harvest And so, he'd pegged those he'd needed to peg. Walked right in through the front door of what was quite possibly the most dangerous place on the European Atlantic seaboard. He'd been surprised that the information he'd been given was accurate, but the fact that such creatures did really exist was no surprise to him at all. It was not the fact that things existed that were unexplainable by sciene or nature alone..... but the very fact that something -else- existed, outside of his own hellish existence of terrifying proportions, that was quite possibly more horrifying than himself. To know that he was contending for first place as the plague and bane of humanity with these beings enlightened his thoughts and gave him a new way of looking at things. <C>

23:11:06 Violent_Harvest He turned and followed absolute chance when his head steered in the other direction, and he began walking towards the first girl that his eyes happened to fall upon. His black-eyed gaze seared in to her features until she made eye contact, and he offered little but a wan smile until he was within speaking range. His voice was melodic, a smooth, velvety texture wih a hint of a brazen, foreign accent to it. Rather indifferent to his appearance, to say the least. He traced his fingertips over her exposed shoulder, beckoning her with the suggestive gesture as he made his way out for the evening. "Follow me, sweetness..... for the time of your life." He'd return, tomorrow night, no doubt, and the thought of exposing himself to them was rather intriguing. He looked forward to it, almost as much as when he had this poor girl in his apartment alone. <E>

23:12:58 Blanche " Still at the silly vampire club. " " How long have I been at this. " Blanche mumbled. Rummaging through her pocket book for the car key, and her cigarettes. Once they were found, the ' vroom ' of the engine roared upon start, and off she went. Now lit cigarette held between those dainty digits, loosely hanging out the window, steering with her free hand. Baby blues skimmed over the nightlife of Paris. Nothing to spectacular. She's seen it all before. Also, she'd be seeing alot more of it on her ' perma-vacation ' here. Pulling up to the club, she was amazed to see the spot she left was still open for her. " Great. " Blanche cooed. Exiting the vehicle and flicking the ash from her cigarette. Moving towards the entrance, the bouncer recognized her from beforehand, and let her back in with a rather. . . creepy grin. " Thanks, sweets. " Was lastly said, moving through and in. Obtacles traced the club for Adeleine. A faint smile tugged at her features. Spotting Adeleine~

23:13:06 Blanche ~who just seemed to be settled into a different place. " I haven't been gone long, have I?~ " Blanche called out to her. Now standing aside the table and placing the purse down. " I'm going to go grab. More beer. " Was announced. Moving towards the bar, and purchasing around six bottles. Now on a tray, which she brought back to the table with her. " So. I examined it, and in less time then I thought. . . you're right. There is no possible way thats-" Gazing off to the side, " Human. " Blanche finished in whisper. Popping open a beer with a cute little bottle opener keychain she carried attatched to her keys. Bringing it to her lips, she took a large swig and a deep breath. " You're one lucky girl to have found something like this. Especially in Paris. " Yes. Blanche can talk. Alot. Get another three beers in her, and you'll be having quite the exciting night, to say the least. No, that wasn't an innuendo. She's just an awesome chick to have around.~

23:13:22 Blanche ~Writers sometimes get a bad wrap, she proves the stereotype wrong. Indeed.

23:23:44 Xelie frowned, frowning for suddenly the female she had spotted upon the center of the writhing bodies simply vanished. a groan of dismay slipped through her luscious lips. An elbow being propped up against the table from her solitary booth . Her chin resting gracefully upon the hand that came up along with the propped up elbow. Long lashes descending as her gaze was placed upon the wine glass in her hand. Sighing softly in boredom. Silvery-white tinted optics scanned the vicinity once more, utterly dissapointed with the lack of interesting people. Deciding that perhaps she was too busy watching instead of interacting. Standing from her seat she'd make her way downn and towards a bar stool, where the man with the open wound and blood dripping from his hand was seated. Choosing to sit next to the other male. Not actually noticing the fact that this male she was next to was looking to her, till her silvery-white optics glanced up. A smile upon his features, this bemused her. A gentle yet catious smile spreading(c)

23:23:51 Xelie upon her face as she gazed and absorbed the appearance of this male. Noticing that he too, had the beauty of one that is not human. However, she could be wrong, but her senses told her otherwise. Her scent was different, there was no heartbeat. "Well hello there.." That same alluring velvety voice intwined with a tone of curiosity. Optics gazing into his, wondering silently to herself, as her mind and will licked playfully at this male's. Tasting his thoughts, his emotions. As well as the others around her, the surge of their thoughts overwhelming still, yet somewhat endurable. Her eyes remained vibrant due to the excess amount of thoughts seeping into her, her skin tone as flawless and creamy than ever, a faint rosy hue in her cheeks. Lips full and lush as they have been. she sat down upon the barstool next to the male, her hand idly tracing the lips of the cup where the warm red wine was silently in. Still haven't being touched by her lips, just something to hold.(e)
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23:29:08 Dior ~There wasn’t much a of wait in store for her it seemed, because before long Blanche came plundering through those door and took her place by Diors side, they both sat at the bar now, on what Dior considered quite uncomfortable stools, but alas… the table they had been at before was now occupied by some goth kids. “Seriously Blanche, that much beer? What were you going to do if I’d drunk another glass of wine, hm? You’d have had to leave your car outside and walked home.” was she scolding her sister? Yeah, a little bit. Dior did not approve of her siblings sometimes excessive drinking but for once, she let it slide. They had more… pressing matters to discuss. “I hardly think it matters if you say it’s not human… especially here. That’s why I chose the place, we should be able to talk freely without being called crazy.” she said… somehow failing to mention her little adventure attempt at entering the VIP area. Blanche didn’t need to know about that yet. <c>

23:29:10 Dior ~“Lucky? Not really… I think, personally, I’d have preferred to stay ignorant of this whole thing… c’est la vie… nothing I can do to avoid it now… ya know what I’m like when it comes to these things, ever curious.” she laughed, Blanche would remember her sister the detective… that’s what she’d wanted to be as a child. It just so happened that she’d gotten exceptional grades in sciences and thus gone into forensics. “Anyway, I highly doubt there’s any real vampire’s here Blanche… just children playing dress up.”<f>~
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