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Sapphire's eyes drooped. She had the worst habit of falling alseep in the wrong places. Bathrooms, church, funerals, everything.
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She looked up at the man, "Oh, I'm not sure..." she says. She showes him the coin and asks, "What can this get me?" after the words come out of her mouth she feels horrible for taking something for herself, 'I needed this,' she thought, 'I haven't eaten in weeks...' |
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Kiyo nodded at the man, scribbling it down on her notepad and went into the back. She came back a couple minutes later and set the plate and cup in front of him. "There you go. If you need anything just hollar, i'll be able to hear you." she said, getting a little bored with saying it over and over again. She stood in the middle of the cafe, looking around, seeing if anyone needed help.
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Dorralen Stopped at the front door and put her hand on the handle softly. She hesitated slightly as if unsure wether or not she should open. Feel the fresh air on her skin. She shifted on her feet slightly, running her other hand through her long raven black hair. Slowly she began to turn the knob.
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Damien grinned, watching her for a moment before downing the coffee and eggs in five minutes. "Ew," he whispered, almost gagging at the feel of food in his stomach.
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Gold strands of hair covering his face as the wind blows in little gusts in his nightmare remembering the day he turned.. he was a little child and had time to grow before he stopped "you have sold your soul to the devil"
he heard his ex saying his last love.Hearing the bell of the cafe's door startled him as he woke up he saw a woman walking in "heh.. another party guest" still sitting next to the cafes door. |
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Before going back, she grabbed a cookie from one of the chefs and placed it in her mouth, "Thank you!" she smiled, and walked over to Kiyo, as she took the cookie out of her mouth and nibbled. "Want some?" she giggled at her offer.
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"What did your 'Angels' tell you. Was your death painless or unbearable?" Angela whispered into the ear of her victim. His gaze now glossy and reflective looked back at her with utter remorse and it was hard to comprehend what the emotion was for; for his life or rather the end of it or to her for her state of being? Slowly, her gaze traveled from his refined lips plastered with dirt debris to the side of his neck. Blood usurped from his jugular vein as well as through his mouth. Suffocation could be a quick death but rather unnerving and stressful. She continued to survey his corpse as his blood ran throughout her veins continuing to strengthen her and revitilize her power. The man was no older than thirty-two yet age did not matter to Angela. Over the years she forgot how old she was estimating around a hundred. Her victims ran from fifteen to sixty and each being added to the lost of humanity. She was one of the things she hated most-a demon. Bloodthirsty, morbid, and just plain sardonic differentiated her from all the other vampires. This being was obviously human but how long would it take for her to start murdering her own people? A month, a year, ten years? She did not have a clue. She loathed her people for just sitting by and begging for things when they were more than capable to take them away by force. "I won't be like that," she mumbled brushing off the dirt debris upon her breeches. She looked into the sky her eyes squinting as a smirk fell upon her blood-red lips.
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Spyke blinked, taking the coin from her and looking it over. "A quarter? Umm...nothing actually." he said, handing back to her. he began to walk off, but stopped himself, and looked down to the girl. "Hmm....stay here." He said, before walking back into the kitchen.
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Kiyo shook her head at Cici. "No, that's okay. Can you believe how many people we're getting tonight. We're almost packed." She cocked an eye brow at her. "So, why were you late today?"
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Damien cocked his head at the other woman who joined the first one and grinned, "Two, huh? Wonderful," he stood up, pulling out his wallet as he walked over to them. "How much?" he asked, flipping through his money.
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He yawned and slowly stood up, he did not quite feel like paying today. He turned and began to quickly walk, he opened the door to the cafe and left quietly, hoping none of the workers noticed, they probably wouldn't. He patted the large weapon in the holster inside his red trench coat and then turned to his left as he began walking once again.
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She turned to see the person leave, then played with her hair some more. Sapphire didn't know why she had even come there; it was just a habit. Her eyes narrowed as she stood and exited as well. Change is good.
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Kiyo looked up at the man and flipped back to his order in her notepad. "$8.29" she said, too occupied to noticed one leaving without paying.
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Dorrelan yanked her hand from the doorknob quickly. Looking at her palm she frowned softly. Crosses had been burned into them long ago. The wounds still held there bright red colour, even on her pale skin. she sighed softly and returned to the window. Once more looking out on the town that seemed so restless in this new age.
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