Lost city.( vampire, lycan etc roleplay,Open to all)

[Aliyahlovinsex]

Although the sorceress had not answered my question, I leapt to the nearest building at Talia's command. I was not feeling the crushing sorrow of the immortal I had felt earlier and for some reason I felt light-hearted. Holding tightly to the potions the woman had given to me, I again cleared my mind and returned to a misty form. I crossed rooftops rapidly in this form and I thought I saw Talia ahead of me.

Playfully I decided to sneak up on her; if she didn't sense me already. Rushing forward in my cloudy form, I quickly reformed in front of her and said, "Boo!" I was happy that I was not dead, and in my own little way I celebrated it.

It had been hours since I had tasted blood and I felt a little faint. The sun would rise in a couple hours, leaving just enough time to hunt one last victim.

"Let me hunt, Talia," I asked. "All that work and fear; I am starved."

 

[blackopal19]

As Garnet sat, she absentmindedly kicked at the sand in the park. Then an idea hit her. She looked around, making sure that one was watching. Or at least no one she could see. Her amulet's glow had dimmed considerably.

She wanted to practice what came easiest to her. But it was a skill she seldom used, or even displayed. She stood, eyes closed and concentrated, She raised her right hand out straight. Suddenly the sand below swirled as if in a wind. It built and continued to grow. Soon a perfect sand sculpture stood before her, making a non-descript figure of a woman.

She opened her eyes and admired her work for a moment, before lowering her hand. The sand figure remained only for a moment..before it crumbled into a pile.

Garnet sighed, and turned and walked back into the darkness of the city alleys.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Although the sorceress had not answered my question, I leapt to the nearest building at Talia's command. I was not feeling the crushing sorrow of the immortal I had felt earlier and for some reason I felt light-hearted. Holding tightly to the potions the woman had given to me, I again cleared my mind and returned to a misty form. I crossed rooftops rapidly in this form and I thought I saw Talia ahead of me.

Playfully I decided to sneak up on her; if she didn't sense me already. Rushing forward in my cloudy form, I quickly reformed in front of her and said, "Boo!" I was happy that I was not dead, and in my own little way I celebrated it.

It had been hours since I had tasted blood and I felt a little faint. The sun would rise in a couple hours, leaving just enough time to hunt one last victim.

"Let me hunt, Talia," I asked. "All that work and fear; I am starved."

I beamed proudly at Aurelia.

"Good! Very good. You are developing your own Talents. Talents I do not have, and cannot teach you. So, you have found Mist-Form a reality? I had assumed always that it was a myth, as I have always been able only to Cloud the minds of Mortals ... and oftimes Immortals as well. Congratulations!
"Aurelia, I would suggest you return your potions to our apartment before. It would not do to have any damaged, or stolen, while you Hunt. For Myself, I will be ... about. Call for Me if you need help. Oh ... we will further stalk the Sorceress tomorrow night. The current Plan is fair, but will not produce the results we desire. We will discuss this further tomorrow at dusk, before beginning the Hunt."

With that, I leap across the rooftops, to the park where the Sorceress had been. She was gone now, as I suspected she would be. Yet, I could still feel the residue of her Power there.

I drop to the ground, looking at the sand-pit, the children's swings, teeter-totters, jungle gyms ... My childhood consisted of marble buildings and steps, visits from and to Marcus Antonius and Octavian, learning of the passing Republic and nascent Empire that was Rome.

A little adult, never a child. Such was the life of the youngster of a Senator in old Rome. Still, it was a life of Peace compared to that in Outland areas of the Empire.

I shrug off the ancient memories. They serve me no value any more. No, I must exist in the Eternal Now. Aurelia and the Sorceress are those whom I value, and those whom I believe will Assist me in my Plans. How to use them? That is what I would be best advised to ponder.

 

[Aliyahlovinsex]

(OOC: Apologies for the long abscense....a new lover demands a lot of time )

I left Talia, smiling at her praise of my new talent. I leapt from the rooftop in the direction of Talia's apartment, nearly buzzing with newfound bloodlust. I smelled and felt several mortals about, and as I looked down over the rooftops I was tempted more than once to drink of one. However, I remembered what Talia had said, and not wanting to lose the precious gifts that had been given to me, I forged on ahead, as quickly as possible.

Finally I reached the apartment, and rolling the potions in my old dress, I put them under the bed carefully. On second thought, I took the lycan protection pouch and put it between my breasts; it would not do to be attacked by the angry lycan from earlier while I was hunting.

And she had left me to hunt on my own, a sign that perhaps she trusted me, if even to some small degree.

Assuming the mist form again I flew out of the apartment, searching happily for my newest prey. It seemed Talia was fond of women, but while I liked the taste of a woman every now and then, the blood of a man was what really drove me. I had felt stronger after drinking of Adrian earlier that evening and so now I searched for a young, handsome one.

Ten blocks from Talia's apartment, and I found him. Walking down the street, more than likely headed for home. He couldn't have been a day over 20. I quickly checked to make sure no one was looking and then silently dropped down onto the street behind him.

I let the icy fingers of my mind reach out to him, searching his thoughts for any information that would be useful to me. There was nothing of interest and I decided not to play too much with him.

"Wait," I called out. He froze and turned slowly to me. I smiled and rushed forward. "I saw you walking, and was wondering if you would walk with me for a while." I let my voice drop into a low, seductive and confidential tone. "I'm a little jumpy walking the streets by myself," I told him and moved a little closer. At this he smiled, and I could read his thoughts plain as day, "I'm gonna get laid."

A small smile curved my mouth as I put my arm through his and we started walking. We walked for a while, and I cooed, "I feel so safe with you here; where are you going?" He grinned down at me and said, "I'm going home. You want to come?" He wiggled his eyebrows at me when he said "come" and I giggled. This was just too much.

I projected into his mind that he should turn down into the upcoming alleyway and show his date the scene where a murder had just happened a few nights ago. We were approaching the tavern where I had drained the drunk and met Talia. In his mind he was agreeing with me. "Yeah, that'll scare her into bed with me." It took a firm control over my body to keep from laughing.

"Let's go into this alleyway," he said.

"Why?" I asked, pretending to shiver.

"Some guy got killed in this alleyway a couple of nights ago," he replied, nearly shoving me into the alleyway.

I crossed my arms over my chest, pretending to be scared. "So why are you showing me?" I never did get an answer; his hands and lips were all over me in the blink of an eye. I played along for a while and as soon as he bent his head to kiss my neck I buried my face in the tender skin of his throat and sank my teeth into it.

A small cry escaped his lips, but he continued to fondle me and I bit down harder, lapping up his blood. The idiot never realized what I was doing until he began to fall, and only then did his hands start to frantically shove me away. By then it was too late and I gloried in his blood as it spilled from his body and down my throat. Blood of men is sweet, candy sweet. Finally his heart fluttered and I pulled away.

Licking my lips, I lept to the nearest rooftop and stood for a moment, surveying the city. Had I not known what lay beneath the highly polished black gleam of the skyscrapers and office buildings, it would have looked like the perfect place. But the dangers of the city were great, and shivering I turned towards Talia's apartment, only stopping slightly as I caught the scent of lycan in the air.

 

[blackopal19]

Garnet turned down an alley, and felt somethign that made her stop cold. Lycan? Yes, or at least she was near a place a lycan called home. Her amulet remained only passive in glowing, so she felt no fear.

However, out of the respect her grandmother had taught her, she knelt and pulled a small feather and stone from her bag. Wordlessly blessing it she placed in on the old pavement. She had to smile. She didn't know whether this small blessing ever really worked, but she hadn't ever been attacked yet by one.

Getting up she continued her haunts.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

I signed once more, and left the park. The place was enfused with the sorceress' power, and with the Essence of youth. It made me feel ... more human than I had in centuries.

I lept away, away from the park and from the momentary human weakness that had overtaken me. No place for that in Unlife. No, my mind returned to the cruel, sharp reality of vampirism. Kill to survive, that was the necessity. Destroy Beauty and take in its Soul to continue an ugly Existence.

I found a target, and dropped down behind her. She was petite, blonde, and dressed in jeans and a long-sleeve blouse. She was moving quickly, her body language told me that she was Afraid. Fear made a human blood very sweet.

Before I could step forward, I was grabbed from behind. A heavy, human arm pinned my right arm up, my left arm pinned against my body as a knife was pressed into my throat. The blonde gasped, and turned in surprise.

"Well, well. Two for the price of one. Blondie, you come with us, or I slit her throat, then take you anyways."

She hesitated, uncertain what to do. I grinned softly.

"Mister, if I were you I would let me go, and walk away slowly. You do not know what you are getting yourself into."

"Shut up!"

His mind was more than strong. It was shielded. Grimly, I decided that the sorceress needed to be aware that her potions were falling into the hands of unsavoury characters.

"Alright then, we'll do it your way."

I stamped down hard on his foot, hearing and feeling bone give way under the focused Power that my high heel directed into his foot.

He gasped loudly, but amazingly did not let me go.

"Bitch!"

I felt the knife slash through my throat, and the other woman screamed, turned and ran. Dammit!

The man thought I was through, so he tossed me aside, and began to hobble painfully after the other woman.

I watched him leave, as I shook off the intense pain shooting through my body. Blood was gushing down my front, and I could feel what air was in my body gugle out of what would have been a fatal wound for a mortal.

As it was, it stunned me, and when I finally recovered I moved slowly ... almost as slowly has he was. But, the pain and fury I felt drove me forward.

When I rounded the corner, the blonde was on the ground, crying and holding an apparently twisted ankle. The man had a feral glare on his face, as he raised the knife wet with my blood.

Then, I stepped out. The woman screamed, eyes wide in unbelievable horror. The man turned, and instantly his fury turned into confusion. His knife fell to the ground as his hand and arm went numb. He took a step backward, hitting his heel on something, which brought him down to the ground with a thud.

In an instant I was on him. Holding him down with one hand, I grabbed his face with my other, and pressed my fingernails into his flesh, deep as they would go, and ripped down, slowly. I heard him scream loudly, and I grinned.

Unable to speak becuase of the severity of my wound, I silently leaned down, and bit his throat, ripping a wound similar to the one he had given me.

In a few minutes, he was still and cold, a look of horror and shock still frozen on his face.

I straightened up, still on my knees. I was no longer bleeding, as my rapid healing had already sealed up the critical part of my wound. It would take some time for my windpipe and voicebox to heal to the point where I could speak. The cosmetic damage would also take some time.

The blonde was shuddering, watching me with an awed, terrified expression. I glanced back to the man's body, and then to her. Ironically, I realized, this creep had saved her life.

I stood, and walked over to her. I knelt by her side, and smiled, smoothing her hair back from her face. This calmed her ... a little.

"Th ... thank you," she stuttered. I simply smiled, the irony of the situation making me want to laugh.

I looked into her eyes, deeply, probingly. Her shivers stopped, and she became calm. Smiled even.

I stood up, and motioned for her to stand also. With one last grin, I shot up to the rooftops. Her look of shock returned. From the rooftop, I could see her hobble away as quickly as possible. She pulled out a cellphone (panic apparently made her forget about it) and I knew that she was going to call the police. A slight ... adjustment, assured that she would be unable to describe me to her. She would remember what happened, since I could not remove that without damaging her, but the details would be gone.

I lept several times, before the fatigue of the wound caught up with me. I had lost so much blood, that the man's blood had basically only served to save me from Disollution, not to satiate me. I hated the feeling, but I realized I had no choice. I found a place to sit on this rooftop, and let my mind reach out.

"Come now!"

It was a firm, loud command to Aurelia and Melina. I considered doing the same to the Sorceress, but I did not know or trust her. Her blood would have been welcome, but I was in no position to fight her had she chosen to take advantage of my weakness.

Feeling secure, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to pass into a semblance of sleep.

 

[Aliyahlovinsex]

I stopped my path as I felt a sharp pain in my throat. "What the hell was that?" I thought, looking around for some sign of something wrong. And then as I opened my mind, I felt Talia. She was in trouble.

Getting a general direction from her, I misted quickly through the city. Her command of "Come now!" reverberated through my mind, as if she had screamed the words into my ear.

I sensed the command had not been sent to me alone. The female vampire from earlier was the other reciever. Melina. I wondered why Talia would call on her at this moment.

Her silent command led me straight to her and I hurtled myself onto the rooftop where I saw her sitting, landing in neat form at her back

She was bleeding, although the wound at her throat seemed to be healing rapidly. "What happened?" I asked, my eyes widening with horror, as I realized she could not speak. I looked down to the street and saw a male body torn and bloody, laying there with a knife at his side. I knew instantly how the wound had gotten on Talia's throat.

"The sun will be up soon," I said urgently. "Tell me what to do."

 

[shadowoftheheart]

I opened my eyes, and looked at Aurelia squarely.

Sending mentally to her: "Get me to my apartment. Now. I will need to ... to drink from you to keep myself in existence. Then to rest to heal."

I sensed Melina woud not arrive in time, and I sent to her not to come, and why I had called to her.

 

[blackopal19]

She heard the screams. The Shrieks. But she couldn't stop herself from shuddering. She couldn't bear to hear the last sound a human would make at the hands of a lycan or vampire.

But that didn't make her want to change. She liked magic, she liked the power it gave her. She knew without the lycans or vampires her business would drop considerably. The few humans she sold to were quite shady. She regretted that she might have contributed to an innocent being hurt.

The night was waning, she had done well tonight.

 

[Aliyahlovinsex]

I nodded at Talia silently as my eyes took in the blood that still shone on her skin. I helped her stand, tried to pick her up completely, but immortals weigh on other immortals as humans trying to lift humans. Had she been human I would have carried her easily all the way back to the apartment.

"Hold on then," I said and pressing her tightly against me I leapt the short distance to the next rooftop. The wail of police sirens could be heard in the distance, and I knew we must get away from this place quickly. I looked briefly down at the man laying on the ground, his blood still pooling around his head, and smelt Talia's blood just around the corner.

How were the police going to deal with this one? Having been alive not so long ago, I knew they would discover Talia's blood and take a sample more than likely. I wondered what they would find in her blood and what dangers could come of this fateful night.

We continued to leap, Talia barely clinging to me. Her body was almost limp in my arms and I doubled my speed, hastily rushing to her apartment. Finally we had reached the balcony and I laid her on the bed; her blood immediately started to spread darkly on the sheets.

"Here," I said, baring my neck to her and at the same time wincing. "Drink."

 

[shadowoftheheart]

There are times that arrive, in both life and unlife, when every thought and memory seems to come together as in a cusp. When all that a person has been or has not been comes together to form something that is new and yet has been.

Such a moment now existed, for when I smelled the familiar smells of my apartment, and felt the familiar softness of my bed, my eyes opened and the not familiar softness and whiteness of the offered throat came to my vision.

Aurelia was miles away from my memory at that moment, and centuries of accrued sensations and loneliness surged up in me at that moment, and washed across the pain and the weakness and the humiliation of the night, coupled with the strange knowledge that what had happened should not have happened, and yet with the magics of the sorceress at work in my attacker, did.

I grasped Aurelia's hair, in a daze of fury, pain, and despiration, and pulled her roughly down to the bed. If she protested, I did not hear it. If she struggled, I could not sense it. I leaned in, and clamped my fanged jaws on her neck, barely restraining myself from ripping out her throat in the passion of the moment.

And her blood drained into me. Her blood, the blood of the Man she had taken this night, blood with an eerily familiar tinge to it. Was it Aurelia's face I saw, contorted in fear and pain? Or my own as my Master took me roughly, draining me down to near death?

Yes, this blood was my own. I felt the unbreakable bond of aeons wrap about my soul, and drag me from a Life that I had cherished, into a life of ugliness and evil. I saw, I felt, every Being that I had ever Destroyed. Every being, from that first poor, pathetic urchin, with his large, liquid eyes pleading with mine, to the Pained, Betrayed expression of Aurelia as I forgot myself, draining her too far and Ending her.

Ending? Aurelia? Destroying what was not just a beautiful life -- or unlife rather -- but Distant Flesh, Blood, that was One with mine. Aurelia's parents, their parents, theirs, theirs, theirs, all flashed before me, til at last I saw with a shock my own parents. And as if I had been suddenly Blasted by the realization, I released Aurelia's neck, staggering back away from the Destruction I wanted and feared to unleash upon my relative, my friend, my mentor, until my back presseed against the wall of my apartment, and I slid down to a small, crouched figure, and I screamed with all the force my healed throat and voicebox could withstand at what my Mind had shown that I had done and my heart feared I had unleashed upon Aurelia.

I blinked. I stood.

"Aurelia?"

My voice was harsh, hoarse, Alien to my own ears.

I staggered forward, seeing her lie upon the bed, where I had dragged her down, my strength and my Will overcoming her own. Undead, unbreathing, how could I tell if she still Remained on this plain?

"Aurelia? Aurelia, answer me?"

She had too much power, too much potential. I could not have destroyed a part of my own family, however far removed. I refused to believe it possible.

I knelt by the side of the bed, a hand automatically raising to my throat which was still not entirely healed, a raw and gaping slit still hanging free, but no longer bleeding, no longer damaged so critically. Aurelia had saved me from Oblivion. I prayed to the Gods that I had abandoned two millenia ago that I had not pushed Her into that Oblivion in my place.

 

[blackopal19]

*bump*

 

[Aliyahlovinsex]

Talia clamped her teeth deep into the skin of my throat, obviously desparate to heal herself. I did not fight, but gave my blood to her freely. I felt faint; her mouth still drinking my blood greedily and I cried, "Stop, Talia."

The pain was unbearable, as she drained me further and further. My very soul seemed to be drawn into her mouth, but it still clung to me desperately. "Talia," I cried again in the weak voice that I could manage, the last strength of my body put into beating my fists into her side as she clung to me.

And then I felt the cold fingers of death sweep over me, almost the same as they had a year earlier when I had begun my unlife. My head swam with the blinding reality of her betrayal, and that of my families', and that of my friends, and that of my Maker's: all of this hurt and pain now crushed me underfoot and as I slipped into nothingness, I wished them all an eternity in hell.

The lights around me were glaring, and I squinted my eyes trying to make out where I was. "Perhaps I'm in hell," I thought fleetingly. But no, I returned to myself. The pain in my throat was sharp, the world around me was dim, but I was not dead yet.

Talia had released me from her grip and now stood over me, looking down into my face. A burst of new found strength helped me to open my eyes completely, staring up at her accusingly and urging her with my mind to FIX ME!

All I could do was lie there and wait for her to help. Or would she let me die? My eyes blinked shut once again, unable to stand the bright light, and I lay there waiting. Willing myself to hold on, keep breathing, stay alive.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

"NO!"

The shout could be felt for miles around the apartment. Evil I was, but could I be that evil?

I raised my thumbnail to my wrist, and slashed myself open. One, two, then a stream, of precious red fluid, down through the air and into Aurelia's lips.

"Aurelia? Drink dammit!"

Drip, drip. So much blood flowed today. Too much.

I could feel the sun up, dawn was well past. A vulnerable time, and I had pushed Aurealia to a breaking point. All I could do was hope to stabilze her enough that she not be Destroyed.

"Aurelia? I will bring you a Meal. Hold on to your unlife."

I licked and grasped my wrist. I would have little time, in the bright sun, but I had to do it. Aurelia had placed her trust in me, and Honor, above evil, demanded that I keep that trust well-placed.

I touched her forehead. Her Soul was still there. She was hanging on.

"Stay with me."


It seemed an eternity, of searing pain. I felt as though I were a junior vampire, foolishly trapped outside after dawn. I clung to my own existance with all my force.

Aurelia would not leave me.


The lift got to my floor, and I tore open the door.

"She's in here!"

I smiled at the irony. Two EMS workers charged into the room, one immediately leaning over Aurelia's body, stethescope in his ears, trying to find a heartbeat. The other, a woman, stood by with a box of medicines.

They were actually called to an emergency across town. A slight ... adjustment, and they thought they were at the correct address.

"Feed, Aurelia," I sent to her mentally.

 

[Aliyahlovinsex]

I felt Talia's blood dripping across my lips, but I could not bring myself to swallow. I could not move.

I struggled to open my eyes. I smelled fresh blood, fresh mortal blood just above me, and as I squinted my eyes open I saw a form. My arms would not move; my body was no longer functioning properly. "Help" I cried out with my mind. "Ayuda." The fragile words escaped my lips and the form bent even closer to me. If it was speaking, I could not hear; the whole world was a blur for me.

"No,"I screamed at my body, as I felt it trying to give up on me. "Do not, cannot, no dying today!" I struggled to lift my arms, and suddenly they snapped free of the crushing hold that had kept them pinned to my sides. It was so close, all I had to do was lift my head. My arms connected with the form above me, I embraced it and pulled with all the energy I had left. My mouth connected with flesh and I opened my jaw, sinking my teeth into the throat.

The life of the mortal spilled from him, pouring itself down my throat and I gulped hungrily. Miraculously, slowly, life stirred once again with my body. I could feel again, and I could hear. Screams. Female screams. Male gasps. I could not make out word, but I drank and drained the man, letting his body collapse on top of me. "Mas," I screamed to Talia in my native language praying that she would understand me. All other languages which I had carefully learned and used were gone. "Mas!"

I felt the male's heavy body slide off of mine and be replaced with someone else. Female. The female that had been screaming. Talia must have subdued her somehow, for I felt her shaking silently against my chest. My body was now working; I crushed her to me and nuzzled her searching for the vein in her neck which would release the blood from her body. Hard now, I bit into her tender throat, the blood rushing into my mouth so thickly that I almost choked.

I regained my eyesight, even though the light still hurt. I knew it was daylight. I finished the woman, pushed her from me. My eyelids fluttered as I rolled my eyes, searching for Talia. Betrayal. I cursed her silently before my body slipped into the deep sleep that daylight brought, slowly trying to heal itself.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

I moved over to Aurelia, relief flooding over me. She was 'alive,' and I could deal with the rest later. I crawled into the bed beside her, and for whatever reason pulled her close, just glad to feel her near, her damaged body close to my own, and fell into a much-needed sleep.

 

[blackopal19]

Daylight. It was finally safe to go home. She would get a few hours sleep before bringing the jewels to her personal broker. She would keep the ones valuable to her spells and sell the rest.

She didn't know why she kept thinking of the strange young vampire...or of her so called older enemy. They really weren't so different than any of her other clients. But something always tugged at her mind.

A few hours later she was up from her sleep, and preparing a morpheous potion that was special order from a secretive client. It was difficult, and she had had to restart three times...but she finally made it just right.

SHe would spend the rest of the afternoon preparing other spells.

 

[Aliyahlovinsex]

My tired eyelids fluttered before I finally managed to raise one of them. Talia was holding me. Angrily, I pulled away from her just a little and fell back to sleep.

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It was dark when I awoke again, and I tried to move but my body did not want to. Groaning, I lifted my arm and brought it close to my face, peering at it through sleepy eyes. I was pale, paler than I had ever seen myself. My light brown skin was nearly white and I knew I must feed now, or fade back into nothingness.

I let my mind wander down into the street, searching for some way to bring food to me. I knew there would be some lowlife out there, searching for his prey, so I searched for him. Thoughts bombarded my mind as I searched through the city for someone to bring to the apartment, and I nearly lost my concentration.

There. Less than 10 blocks from here. A man lurking in the darkness, knife glinting, waiting for anyone who would dare pass his hiding spot. I pushed the heavy fog of my thoughts into his mind. "I wonder if there's any women around here for me to rape," I screamed it to him, making sure he would not ignore me. Again, as if the thoughts were his own, I felt agreeing. His mind moved and I rolled as fog along with him, keeping a lock on what he was thinking. He was looking in the street for a victim, I needed him to think about what lay inside the buildings.

"An apartment," I thought at him. "Surely some foolish women have left their doors open." He looked. "Which one?" he thought. I felt him shake his head, as if trying to clear his mind of the heavy fog that was me. I held on, encasing his brain with my thoughts. I needed him to come to me.

"Look, up there! In that building. Oh, that one has a good feeling about it." He came, closer and closer until he was standing at the entrance to our apartment building. I remembered briefly the two bodies of last night, laying somewhere in the apartment. But no matter, he would be drawn to us, his lustful desires at the forefront of his mind, and he would not notice.

I sensed him inside the building, standing near the lift. "Floor six," I thought to him, gently this time. He took his time of getting in the elevator and pushing the button to the sixth floor. "Hurry," I thought to him. "They might wake up soon." His pace quickened as the lift door opened and he stumbled out onto our floor. He was searching for what led him and I projected again, "Right there, the door is open." He hesitated in front of our door, and I felt him shake his head again. "This would be too easy," he was thinking, his hesitating hand on the door knob.

"But they need you, they need you to force yourself on them, they want sex!" I cried desperately. He could not change his mind now. He did not. He opened the door and crept stealthily into the apartment. I could hear his every move, but pretended to be asleep.

Willing his eyes to notice me and only me, I worked hard at his mind, keeping him from seeing bodies. He crept to the bedroom, not noticing anything besides our sleeping forms on the bed. I felt him come even closer to my side, and a small chuckle escaped him. He must have thought I looked like a little piece of candy just waiting to be eaten, because he slammed his body into mine, his hands fumbling for his pants.

I turned my head sideways and I heard him gasp, probably at the wound Talia had left on my otherwise flawless flesh. My eyes opened and I pulled him to me with all my strength, sinking my teeth into his throat, feeling the warm life blood spilling down my throat. As his heart began to flutter, I tossed him aside. I was feeling better already. My skin, I noticed was darker, almost its normal color.

I settled in to rest some more, not willing to venture out into the night nor think of what had happened the previous night quite yet.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

I awoke instantly at dusk, as is my way. I was going to rise, and prepare to feed ... or depending upon Aurelia, to fight. But, I could sense her drawing Prey into our lair. I feigned sleep, so as not to disturb her ... hunt would be the wrong word. I could sense the despiration in her and realized with a sickened feeling just how close to oblivion I had actually taken her.

I tried to keep from smiling. She was quite expert at manipulating the minds of mortals. He crept in, stealthily, to the bed, eyes fixed on Aurelia. It was his idea, his idea to take us. To take Aurelia first. Then ... but there was no then.

As he pounced to take her, she turned sideways. The spell was broken, and he gasped. Too late. She drained him, and I felt his death.

She was looking better, but I noticed she elected to return to a sleeping posture.

So be it.

I had regained enough of my strength to rise.

Gone was the playful feeling of last night. Tonight I could sense the grim sense of betrayal and lack of trust. I felt regret.

And, I knew she felt my regret. Yes, we had shared blood, even if it was under less than ideal conditions. I could feel her blood in me, and I knew she felt mine in her. This bond, and the distant ancestry ... a relation so strange, so distant, no human language had ever created a term for it, was important to me ... but I feared meaningless to dear Aurelia. I could only hope that her new-found power to read my mind would reveal to her my sorrow, and the fact that I had not intended to harm her.

I didn't feel like a confrontation. I dressed in a conservative dress that reached below my knees, and half inch heels.

I opened the glass doors to the porch, and saying nothing I lept out into the night. I hoped, no Prayed to those long-forgotten gods, that when I returned Aurelia would be in the mood to talk.

 

[blackopal19]

Garnet playfully kicked a stone as she walked. Tonight she felt youthful, exhubuerant, and not weighted with her magic as she usually was.

She was dressed in her typical black leather pants, but this time wore a peasant style low cut white shirt. She thought perhaps it made her look innocent.

The sun had barely gone down, the night was just begining.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

It took me little time to find my victim. She was a young prostitute, almost as lonely and miserable as I was right now. In fact, I had felt so ... in tune with her that I only drained her part-way, then gave her a roll of hundred dollar bills. Vaguely, she realized that I had given her far more than she had asked, and I was amazed how happy she looked ... and further amazed how it actually made me feel better.

I gave her a last, deep kiss before leaving. I knew she slept well that night, and I would like to think she used the money well. I knew better, but I was hopeful.

I felt Her. The sorceress was close. Very close. I was not even out of the Hooker's apartment building yet, and there She was.

She was in leather pants, and a white peasant blouse.

I felt my anger rise. Anger? But that is what I felt.

Mentally I sent to her: "You may want to make sure who you sell to. Rapist-hunters who desire to harm vampires as well as mortals ... Did you sell him his enchanted knife, as well as the potion to block his mind? Soon. Soon, I will come for you. Depend on it. And when I come, you will become Mine, and never thereafter will you Enchant or Sell without my say so."

I allowed my intense anger to wave over her mind, then I lept away.

To my porch. Back into my apartment. Back to the atmosphere of mistrust, hatred, and anger. I sighed (reflex) and prepared to face my angry Aurelia.

 

[blackopal19]

Garnet's wandering had brought her infront of a shady looking apartment complex. Suddenly she felt something in her mind...then heard the words that had been projected to her just as if someone had spoke to her. She spun around, looking, searching..desperate to see whom it was, cursing herself for not taking the potion that blocked her mind or taking the time to chant a protection.

Anger. Powerful Anger. Such harsh words. She had to bite back tears as she heard those words....no, threats were more like it.

But now she was full of anger too. Were vampires or lycans no different than a human with bad intentions?

"I shall sell to whomever can afford me! I am a slave to no one wishes!"

She shouted out, knowing fully that whomever sent her the messege may or may not even be around anymore. But she had to vent, and it helped a little.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

"Aurelia?"

I strode in with an air of confidence I didn't feel ... forgetting for a moment that she could now sense my fear, yes fear, of this confrontation.

I took a deep, if unncessary, breath.

"Aurelia. Speak to me. Hold back nothing."

I prepared for anything: fight, talk, forgiveness ... anything.

 

[Private_Label]

* sorry, have a few other demands that I need to take care of after work the past week nothing like a new lover though. sigh *

Layla rubbed the back of her neck. It had been one heck of a day that started in the small hours of the morning with a hysterical call from a woman who had been assaulted and nearly raped by the sound of it. She described her savior as a woman who had ripped the attacker's throat open then flew away. The woman's mind had snapped from the assault. Something had clearly happened, the man's throat was ripped open as was his face... Could the serial killer stalking the street have a soft spot? Layla shook her head. the Serial Killer had taken men and women. Perhaps the woman had stumbled across the attack as it occured? There were other fresh blood stains less than a block away. The man who now looked like a butcherd pig had stepped in the blood and tracked it to where he was killed.

SHe read over the report again. There was a third person involved, but the victim was so traumatized Layla did not know if she coulod trust the description of the third person involved. Female, on the short side of average, brown hair, green eyes. A fairly normal enough description. Then came what the Special Victims Detective called a hysterically induced description.

Long Sharp Canine Teeth.


Layla set the page back on the open file. She knew the victim wasn't having hysterical visions. She understood enough about those things that "man was never meant to know" to understand that the victim had seen something few do and live to talk about. Raw evil on two legs. It was time to take a leave of absence... Time to go and collect her grandfather's old kit from the cabin in the woods.

Time to go hunting.

 

[AngelofDeath]

ooc: shakes head man i hate catch up


Melina for the most part had kept quite silently observing what happened in the city and with her old friend. The invitation was still extended and she was quite lonely after all theses years.

Even though blood wine was her favorite she still felt the need to go out and hunt. The fresh hot lust fueled blood of men and women both provided her the kind of boost of the worship of her deities had brought to her in her mortal life.