▌▌█╞| FAUST |╡█▐▐ - Accepting (Vampire Rp)

[ll Agonia ll]

xx

ｱresence Kept: Kage
ｱlace: seated within a train cart

The night would prove suitable cover for his travels. There had been contact with a certain individual who had informed him of his ancestor's whereabouts. This was the precise moment that he had been awaiting an age for. Sakki could care less about the man that called him son; The woman that had delivered him into this world, on the contrary, he held the deepest consideration for. This opportunity would not be allowed to pass him by idly. Sakki fully intended to obtain the answers that question had held hostage. Why had he been cast aside and raised by a human family, that had held him as a dear secret for all this time? That family had their ability to live normally taken away by a vampiric infant. They had spent their entire lifetime masquerading an outsider as one of their own. This had even carried on for generations to the point that Sakki pondered that their blood was bound to forever remain a vessel to him. Not a single one of them would ever explain why he was held in such high regard, not even upon their bed of death.

He sighed lightly, erasing the tension that had constricted the temple and jaw region of his face. It was time to give his mind an intermission from the intensity. Before seating himself within the designated location marked on the ticket; Sakki stored what belongings, he had collected, into the above cargo rack that lay over head. He noticed that in order to seat himself he would have to push past a particularly stunning red head and a well dressed ticket claimer. The employee was intent on making a move on the woman; who for some reason came off more dangerous than beautiful. Or perhaps both qualities best fit her description. . . Even his own internal predator was awoken by the glare of fired emeralds encased by the center of her chiseled face. "Forgive me, I must proceed passed you." He laid a hand to the males shoulder, and maneuvered himself through the river of apprehension, that the two strangers were bordering between themselves.

The blonde creature eased his rear side into the velvet seating with an exhausted sigh. Some time had passed since he had been aboard a train, or any mode of transportation that didn't include four legs. To his surprise nothing had much changed in their construction. Besides perhaps their speed and the advanced technology of certain functions. Everything else remained unchanged, even the ancient way of interacting with and dressing the train and its waitstaff. Sakki found that his arrival had put a damper on the skirt chaser and the lady with scarlet hair was less threatened. If you could call it that. She reminded him more of an ever watchful serpent, quiet before the moments in which they strike to sink poisoned barb. Did they know one another? He rested weary mind into the headrest of his seat. Her appearance had escorted his memory to Vermillion, the lord of fire. Sakki tilted toward her aroma, which drew him in so warmly. She smelt of sweet cleansers and midnight cherry nectar. The combination was intoxicating to the hungry traveler. This woman smelt no where close to a child of the emerald isle. This will prove to be an interesting excursion.

{(Ooc: . ..)}

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[Farenal]

"You were hoping for something clever weren't you?"

Alto chuckled lightly. He was surprised at first when Rhava grabbed his wrist however his smile stayed, in fact it got wider, showing his fangs. As she finished her speech he brushed the hair out of her face and spoke. "I doubt you have much to fear from Mary if that is her. I can not speak for any German freaks that you may know but I am sure that she will take the appropriate precautions. I have already spoken with dear Maxy about acquiring you and it doesn't seem he will budge on the subject. I may be persuaded to pester him about it if you are truly that concerned, I doubt it will help though."

Moving his fingers away from her face and closing his smile to make her more comfortable he walked around her slowly. He didn't even bother to pretend that he wasn't checking her out. She obviously displayed more anger then attraction and her outburst just made him consider the prospect of talking the Maxwell more seriously. As he went back around in front of her he stopped. "I trust it will take some days for you to recover. I will watch over you for that time and after that we'll see what happens."

Silently Alto wondered if she would snap if given his blood. It seemed to be quite caustic as of late. Truth be told he was going to miss having a ghoul around. It had allowed him to focus on things that he considered important while they did what was necessary while still getting what he needed. A mock sadness filled his eyes for a few seconds before disappearing for their usual mischievous glimmer. She still has the logs on my training. Pity. Probably burnt them for heat by now.

His thoughts returning from his old ghoul to the young lady in front of him he met her gaze. "Do not test me. Your tests invite my tests and my tests are more intrusive. I will treat you based on how you treat me for now. Treat me like a monster and I will treat you like cattle. It is getting late and we both need rest. I will escort you to your bed if you would like." Done questioning her for now he looked over to Vermillion. "I will be staying here for the day. Tomorrow night I will find some place where I can move my belongings."

[Electronic Diva]

"Humans are capable of so much creativity and goodness,
and at the same time they are destructive and cruel." ~Leta

Leta stood in the center of her living room watching Sorcha toy with her yarn. Maria walked into the room and paused. “Niña? Are you alright?” Dressed in a simple white nightgown, Maria walked closer to Leta. Placing a hand on her shoulder she smiled. “Is it that little boy that’s got you worried?” If Leta didn’t know any better. She would swear Maria could read minds. Smiling, Leta turned to face Maria. “No, I am quite alright. I have no room in my heart for fright. Please Maria dear, do go back to bed.” Maria shook her head, her gray locks bounce around. Moving her hand she then walked over to the kitten and scratched it behind the ears. “Have you seen Señora
Chole yet.” Leta shook her head slowly. “I need too…” Maria nodded before standing tall to meet Leta’s eyes. “I do not fear you Señora. This old woman knows you to well to fear you. You need to take care of that before it becomes a burden.” With that, Maria left the room and returned up stairs, leaving Leta to her thoughts.

Sighing, Leta moved to sit by the fire in a huge over stuffed red velvet arm chair. She needed to do a few other things as well, but seeing Chole was mandatory at the current. Leta really didn’t want to go anywhere else. She was actually hoping Tizzy would show up. She really missed him. With a sigh, Leta stood and moved to the stairs. With one last look at the room and a smile to Sorcha, Leta made her way to her room so she could shower and change.

Standing outside of her home she turned her eye’s toward the sky. She would be quick. Sorcha mewed from her place on Leta’s shoulder.

Leta found a cab and paid the drive to take her to Chole’s. She wore her black leather bodysuit with her brunette hair pulled back into a long braid. Black lines her emerald eye’s giving them an even more eerie glow. On her right thigh, a silver hilted carbon dagger was strapped in place. Mewing from her shoulder, Sorcha wore a black spiked collar to off set all of her white fur. “Thank you.” Leta stepped from the vehicle and looked up at Chole’s pristine home. She didn’t know if Chole was home, but she decided to try. Knoking on the door lightly, she was sure Chole would hear.

"Help is all they ever say,
Even though it seldom stays.
It’ll leave you too you’ll see
And then alone you will bleed." ~Leta

Speaking to: Maria
Current: Needing to see Chole
Mood: Bored
Book: Dream Warrior
Quotes: Leta, Upon a Midnight Clear

~{ Sorry everybody }~

“Dr Tora”

[Brigidt]

MALRIS
i . h a t e . i t . w h e n . . .

Melbourne found herself the next evening in a closet in one of four rooms she had underground. She wouldn't be hungry tonight, that she knew for sure. But she had dragged three of the dilapidated stuffed animals she had kept over the years into the closet with her when she had finally composed herself enough to fumble with the unfortunately simple lock on her door.

The vision in her head had shaken her thoroughly. Most of her head was still thinking a bit on the implications of what her vision was showing her and she stood slowly, holding onto the internal handle of the closet before taking a deep breath. From what she could see, she had locked herself into the main room's closet, judging by the piles of junk that surrounded her on either side. She pushed a broken baseball bat out of the way and unlocked the door, taking a glance around the living space.

The room's lights were dying. Blackened glass reflected the light obscurely around the room. It was something that Mel had not taken into consideration lately. Under it, the grimy floor near her feet, checkered light green and black tile, crackled here and there, flattening out as it approached a small bloody mass near a caved-in piano. Melbourne took a step towards it and sniffed, the smell of rot already permeating the air.

"s**t..." she said out loud and covered her nose. You'd think a vampire wouldn't get so disgusted by death... but the aftermath of her crazed attacks always creeped her out to the point of wanting to deal with it before decay was right before her eyes. She pushed at the heavy lump, near a part of the wall that was broken and lead to the sinkhole that was the primary reason for the house's initial condemning. It was an easy enough fix, from what little she could remember looking through records before moving in. Something people just didn't feel like fixing. As she pushed the body into it, she sat against the adjoining wall. Melbourne still felt weird, like she had last night after her vision... and she hadn't had any problems with the voices she usually did. More of her memory creeped in, and she remembered that Desi was supposed to be around here somewhere.

Somewhere. s**t. she thought to herself and looked around, pushing herself up and peeking into the three adjoining rooms. The first one was a bathroom that she had turned into a computer room. She was so proud of herself for building that computer... regardless if the components were years old and the thing ran like a dinosaur. It was enough for her to keep in touch when needed. She had plenty of space on one side to keep the computer separated by a curtain, and the shower on the other one. Melbourne lifted her arms and coiled back, running to the closet in her bedroom to find clean clothes.

The next room was where she had kept her coffin. A recent addition, as she couldn't sleep like normal unless she passed out for various reasons. There had been a few instances in her years on the planet that she had slept... a rare encounter with a lover so many years ago, an injection of a sleep aid during her time at the asylum... times she would rather not repeat and ones she wished she hadn't ruined. On one wall was a rack she had fixed to the wall that held her clothing and she pulled off the soiled garments, tossing it to the floor. She'd take care of it later, she thought to herself, and rummaged through the assortment of fabric, vinyl and latex she kept among various pieces she kept for special occasions. A straight jacket hung limply on a hanger, next to a cheaply made hospital gown. A long black dress was next to that, one she had been given by a man pleading for his life in exchange for his wife's. Next to that was a rack that had stockings, ripped and teared, a corset she had had made in the early 1900's during one of her stints outside of the asylums, and finally a black hooded jacket, one that she had stitched spirals into during the 80's as an attempt to fit in with hair metal rockers.

Melbourne stood staring at her clothes a moment before grabbing a black and red skirt that stopped halfway down her thighs, a plain black tank top and a long-sleeved fishnet shirt, before running to the bathroom to take a quick shower and changing into them. She had gotten distracted by herself again and remembered, once more, that Desi was somewhere in her house. As she grabbed a pair of boots, she stumbled as she quickly pulled them both on and pushed the door open to the other room, buckling the other one.

She peeked into the other room. Here she had a few televisions, that she had tinkered around with. One got several channels of cable, one a constant white noise, and the other seemed to be stuck on a mexican television station titled Telemundo. On the couch in front of these was Desi. Melbourne sighed and walked in, slamming the door of the room behind her, crossing her arms while she thought. She needed to see Vermillion tonight, and she thought about maybe seeing the Von Goethes as well, to ask about what exactly had happened and politely ask that it didn't happen again around her... maybe that'd be another thing she could ask Vermillion for, was to go with her for that. Someone else. Anyone maybe, but Mel wasn't comfortable asking for anyone to go with her. She felt a small sinking feeling in her stomach as she realized she really didn't have anyone in the city that she considered a friend... or at least anyone she trusted enough to ask favors of. Deal with it later, she thought and shook her head, glaring down at the passed-out body on her couch.

"Are you going to sleep the night away? We have things to do, kid." she said loudly, standing above him. The boots gave her another few inches of height and made her feel like she was 100 years young again, feisty like she once had been. She picked up a limp hand that was laying on his chest and dropped it across his face lightly. "Hello?"

. . . c h i n c h i l l a s . e a t . t h e . u n i v e r s e .

[Electronic Diva]

Death before Dishonor...
Θάνατος πριν Ατίμωση

I'm ever changeing like the wind.
My heart is only black within.
Child, they call me.
Fear, it follows me.
Death, it taunts me.
Love, it leaves me.
Blood, it feeds me.
Rage, it burys me.
Revenge, it tightens it's grip,
Around my throat,
Like the beast within,
Grasping at the ice that once was a heart.
It screams to be free.
Then so shall it be.

...Spoils to the Victor
Λάφυρα του Βίκτορ

Tizzy
XX

Dream

The place where Tizzy sat was cold and hard. He was only 8 and he had already began bleaching his hair. He wanted to be just like his big brother Phantom. The black was already beginning to show in his roots again. The lady-girl that took them in was mixing some bleach to hide the black. She stood at make shift table dancing as she listened to unheard music. “We‘ll have that fixed up in no time.” She said sweetly just before she took a comb and dipped it into the paste. “Good, cause Jackie want to look just like Phantom.” The woman nodded and knelt beside Tizzy to put the paste in his hair. Looking around as the woman toyed with it, Tizzy asked. “Why do we hide in this big building? Are bad guys after us?” The building was a rather large run down warehouse. Temporary beds were scattered everywhere. A few couches here and there. One of which Tizzy and Desi shared. “We stay here, because we have no where else and you know the answer to that one. Alright lil’Jack, stay here. I’m gonna go check on Phantom and the others. Be right back.” Tizzy nodded and looked down at his stuffed pink teddy bear. Mr. Fluff n’ Stuff is what he called him.

Fin

Blinking a few tears from his eyes, Tizzy sat on the roof of an old looking building. He was the biggest idiot in the world right now. He let his emotions take reign. One thing you didn’t ever do when you’re a vamp. He could feel the sun on it’s way, but right now, Tizzy didn’t have the time to be worrying about it. He had to erase himself again. Go back to being called Jack maybe. He could still feel the sting in his back, but that only reminded him of how bad he screwed up. Jumping down, Tizzy landed lightly on the pavement of an alley. The same alley he died in. “Leta…” Tizzy moved quickly till he came upon Leta’s Manor. The one place he ever felt safe. Before he even considered returning to Vermillion, he had a few things to take care of. Walking inside, he made his way up to his room. Leta wasn’t home, Maria was asleep, and he hadn’t vary long. Pulling out a blue glittery case where he kept all his rave make-up he pulled a few packets of bleach from within, along with a bottle of green hair dye. “Might as well take the entire thing.” He sighed and took the box with him into his bathroom. It wasn’t as exquisite as Leta’s but it was him. Things painted on the mosaic walls by his hand watched his every move. Even a few paintings of people he did had they’re eye’s blacked out or covered in post-it notes. The full body mirror was shattered like the one in his room. Mostly so he wouldn’t run into it. Moving to the counter he laid out all of his things and set to work. First he bleached his hair and rinsed it. Then, without a mirror (or help), he hacked up his hair.

By the time he was finished the tiled flooring was covering in green dye and blond hair. Shaking his head to get rid of some of the water, he sighed. Maria never came into his room, so he had nothing to worry about. Moving to the box again he pulled out a small black box which contained his multiple pairs of contacts. He choose a set of rose pink contacts and stuck them in. He had become a pro at this without a mirror. Blinking a few times; he returned to his room.

Now dressed in a clean pair of black leather jeans and a black graphic tee of Gir from Invader Zim screaming: Chicken! I‘m gonna eat you! Adjusting the strap on his black coffin shaped violin case and re-shouldering his leather anarchy pack, he left. He didn’t want to hurt anyone else. It was time to start over.

[Electronic Diva]

..:: Phantom ::..

Let's play Hide & Seek.

Heehee... Catch me if you can...

Desi blinked, once, twice, three times, then jumped. “Woohoo!” He shouted just before hitting freezing cold water. Swimming to the surface he cringed. “Bad idea.” Shivering he swam over to a ladder that lead up to a dock. Climbing it, he mumbled. “Should have thought that one through.” His 11 year old arms trembled as he climbed his way up. Climbing onto the dock he stayed on his hands and knees breathing deeply. “What did I tell you?” The sound of a young girls voice rang in his ears, causing his already painful headache to increase. “Shut up you little red headed demon.” Desi slowly stood, shaking himself off. “Hay! I’d like to stay dry please.” The girl shouted. “Bite me.” Desi growled and walked over to a dry towel that he had layed on top of an over turned crate. He pat his black swim shorts dry then dried his short blonde hair. “Phantom… Didn’t I tell you to stay out of the water. It’s freezing.” Desi looked up at, um, Lucy. Desi cringed inwardly as he thought the name. The girl in his head was named Lucy. “I was bored.” The pale skinned brunette scowled and placed her hands on her hips. “Then find something less lethal to your health.
“I told him not to do it.” Desi finally turned to glare at the little red-headed girl. “Kiss-a**…” He whispered. “Rhava… no one likes a tattle tale, be good.” The girl blink innocently and skipped off, but before she got far, she turned and stuck her tongue out at Desi. “Mama-bear,” He said using the term lil’Jack called the real life Lucy. “Remind her that I know where she sleeps.” The woman frowned and shook her head. “You two can fight later. You need dry clothes.” Lucy placed a hand on Desi shoulder and guided him inside the warehouse.

Sitting with his back to the wall, Desi watched as everyone else talked and argued. Lil’Jack was on his left and the red-headed demon, Rhava, was on the right. They had better things to do, but never did any of them. It was night out; a full moon night, and almost Halloween. Desi wanted to dress up as a vampire just to scare Rhava. Everyone knew she was terrified of the mere mention of them, but she listened to lil’Jacks made up stories about them. Jack was only 8, Rhava was a year younger then himself. So she wasn’t that little, but still little. “Have you thought of what you going to dress up as yet Jackie?” Lil’Jack shook he freshly bleached hair. “I no know… Jackie can’t decide.” Rhava moved around then said. “You should be a nice vampire Jackie. You know a lot of the stories. Isn’t there at least one good vampire story?” Desi gaped at Rhava and frowned. She was talking about vampires without bursting into tears. Lil’Jackie frowned and shrugged. “I no know… um… no… Jackie no knows. Jackie could be a vampire hunter and save Rhava from big brother Phantom.” Desi frowned and huffed. “Killjoy.” He mumbled. Rhava and lil’Jack laughed. “That’s a good idea Jackie, then we can team up and beat the Desi vampire up.” Lil’Jack nodded smiling. “Hey… no team ups.” Desi said, but only succeeded in making them laugh harder. “Evil I tell you evil.” Desi threw his hands in the air then stood to march off. “Poor Desi… Afraid he’s going to get his butt kicked by his little brother and a girl.”

~ Present

Dream

Screaming rang in Desi’s ears. Bloody torn bodies lay strewn about. It looked like hell. Tizzy was standing on the other side of a black river filled with drowning souls. Tizzy was reaching out to him, calling for help, Desi couldn‘t hear him. “Tizzy!” Desi tried running though the river to get to his little brother before he was pulled into the blood soaked ground, but the souls in the river grasped onto Desi’s legs. They began to haul in under. “Tizzy!” He yelled again, but Tizzy stood there just watching Desi be pulled under, not moving not even blinking. Lucy, tall and extremely slender appeared behind Tizzy and wrapped her sharp nailed fingers around Tizzy’s shoulders, then leaned in to whispered something. Lucy’s anorexic body was clad in a battered corset and a torn floor length pinstripe skirt. “Lucy! I’m gonna kill you!” He shouted before being pulled all the way under. Lucy’s laugh was like nails on a chalkboard as she cackled.

Fin

“You have to kill yourself first my precious Phantom Desdemona.” Was the last words he heard before he jolted awake. Clutching his hands over his heart; he gasped for air. Melbourne stood beside him, glaring at him. “Sorry…” He breathed before standing and stretching. Even with her boots, Desi still seemed to tower over her a bit. He was always the tall one. Looking around he realized where he was. Melbourne’s place. It hadn’t all been a dream after all, and he had to find Tizzy again and talk to him. Rubbing the back of his head he knelt to pick up his pack and sling it over his shoulder just before putting on his claws. He felt much better with them on. “So, what’s up?” He asked trying to calm down after that nightmare.

...I'm your bloody Jack The Ripper.

Screw the Gingerbread Man, I ate him.

Mini's
Desi
Tizzy
Rhava

[Brigidt]

► Eric Perkins ◄

Why does all this happen to me? Eric thought to himself, lying half-covered by a musty blanket. And why can't I sleep when I need to...

A fatigued arm reached out to pick up the knocked over alarm clock he had on his bedside table. 7:44 pm. He figured he may have gotten four hours of sleep since Kage left around five A.M. that morning. She had been stressed.. it seemed so out of place for her. He had sent a few text messages to her.. some while awake and a few half-asleep, asking her if she was alright. Nothing. He felt the feeling of loss hit him in his chest and he closed his eyes. The very last of the evening sun was filtering into his window and onto his bed and he rubbed a hand over his eyes. [********]

Another hour or so passed and as the last of the sun dripped beyond the horizon, Eric rolled out of bed, letting an angry set of feet hit the floor. His alarm whined at him, alerting him that it was 8 pm and he picked it up. He grabbed a clean shirt, and pair of pants, and threw the alarm clock against a wall, the beeping halting abruptly. Screw her. She was just a source. he thought to himself, and began his evening routine.

After a shower and a bowl of grapes & yogurt, Eric stood in his living room, staring at the dead fireplace. In his hand he had the locket from previous night, opened up still. There was a piece that moved that his thumb rested on and he played with it absentmindedly. Part of him wanted to go into the cellar and see what he could find. The other part wanted to wait. He felt his phone buzzing in his back pocket and pulled it out, sliding it open. Emails. At least ten new ones, all from his boss. He'd deal with it when he got to work. Right now, Eric wanted to wander.

As he left the house, he hesitated at his door, looking back at the table that was by it. On it was the locket, closed. He didn't intend on bringing it initially, but.. if Levi was so set on him having it, maybe it'd be handy to have. Eric reluctantly ducked in and grabbed it, pocketing it nervously as he set out on the town, letting his feet wander as much as his brain was.

♦ ♦ Location: Eric's home
♦ ♦ Involved with: Anyone near

[cypress8blade]

We were born to sin!
We don't think we're special sir
We know everybody is...

Rhava

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Rhava's expression lightened slightly when he spoke. She was a bit worried about what his reaction would be, but it seemed he found her reaction to be amusing. She wasn't sure why everyone here seemed to enjoy torturing her other then the fact she didn't react like a normal person would. "Acquire me? You like me or something?" she asked raising an eyebrow as she crossed her arms. Her stomach seemed to be filled with some sort of jittery nerves. Alto seemed to be a much better option to her then Mary, and there was a chance, even if it was small, that Vermillion could be convinced otherwise. There was some hope.

She felt like her question was answered very quickly when Alto started to circle her. Rhava never enjoyed having people check her out at all. It just made her feel as though the person wasn't going to judge her as a real person, but instead as some sort of sexual object. But, this was the way thing were going to be now. She reached up to her neck and started to rub it with her thumb feeling very uncomfortable. Rhava hated the fact the she found Alto attractive. He wasn't the type she would normally go for at all. And, being eyed like this wasn't helping. It just made her feel like she was in high school again.

Rhava felt a bit nervous hearing about these 'tests' that Alto spoke about. Was she going to accidentally push him into messing with her more? It wasn't in her nature to back down from a challenge. So, trying to behave was going to be very odd and awkward. "Fine. I'll just treat you like I would any other person if that's what you want, and I guess you could walk with me," she said shrugging. She wasn't sure what he meant by watching over her. Did that mean she would have to follow him around? And, since he was going to stay here.... was he going to stay in the room with her? Rhava quickly looked down and started to blush violently. "Really wish I didn't shred this top," she muttered to herself with no context for anyone else.

::______________________________________________________::

That's why we're escaping.
So we won't have to die.
We wont have to deny,
our dirty god, our dirty bodies!

[Brigidt]

MALRIS
i . h a t e . i t . w h e n . . .

Melbourne felt her grip on her arms tighten as he stood and leaned her weight on one leg. She eyed Desi carefully and wondered to herself what came over him since last night. She nodded towards his pack. "You can leave that here. You live here now, remember?" she said shortly, and turned on her heel, beckoning him to follow her to the main room underground. She opened one of the old make-shift windows she had made and peered up. Darkness. It was night time.

As she looked she winced, looking blankly at the opposite side of the thin pit. The silence was still there. Her haze, was still there. Melbourne tried desperately to remember what happened after she had shut herself into the closet and looked turned to look towards it. The door was still open and on the floor, she noticed her battered but still working Nokia cell phone. It had been with her for ten years now, which was helpful since she didn't quite like learning new technology every few months. Mel walked over and picked it up to look at her call history.

Outgoing Call: V - 2:10
Outgoing Call: V - 0:47
Outgoing Call: V - 0:39
Incoming Call: Private Number - 0:56

I called him? she thought to herself and looked towards Desi's direction. Her memory slowly faded in.

She had made it into her house and ignored the sleeping bodies in the living room of the main house. They knew to stay out of the rooms. She had let Desi crash on the couch, and he went out like a light. Melbourne paced across the main room downstairs, nervously checking the locks on the door as she did every now and then. Her vision hurt her brain, and it was too quiet. She finally gave in and pulled out her phone... a call had come in, but Melbourne couldn't remember what had happened.

Some time later, she kicked a piece of debris into the wall and hatefully called Vermillion. She needed to talk to him. She needed to know if it meant anything.

Ring... ring... she let the phone ring deadly for a minute, and hung up. She tried again. Ring... ring... ring... Still no answer.

Should I leave him a voicemail? she had thought, and kneeled besides the corpse in her underground living room, picking at the flesh. She pulled at the skin like it was a dead animal and tossed it into the ground. The homeless man that had drunkenly wandered into her living space had plenty of prison-style tattoos. She had ripped the skin off in a place where a naked lady stood, laughed at it and threw it down, making a decision. Voicemail.

Mel waited patiently for the phone to finish ringing and took a breath of relief as she heard his voicemail message, and began speaking at the beep. "Vermillion... uh, this is... wait, I'm... yeah, this is Melbourne. I have a problem that I really.. really think we need to discuss..." Mel bit her lip and glanced behind her at the carefully locked door, the vision still fresh in her head. "I will go to the church at nightfall, and.. I think that book of yours might be handy to have around. I don't know though... sigh, just give me a message when you get this. Toodles."

Melbourne's memory faded and she looked towards her door. The locks looked like they held another night and she felt anxiety ease slightly from her. Right. Vermillion. she thought to herself and held her head, pocketing the cell phone in the jacket she had left on the floor near the closet and throwing it over her shoulder.

"What does the ghost remember?" she said, referring to Desi. She raised an eyebrow, eager for his response.

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[Meep- Raiku]

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"It speaks!" She placed her sights on the once silent vampire, examining her soft complexion. Her hair was among the darkest she had seen and her eyes were a beautiful light shade. There was a certain delicate aura emitting from Aiden that Mary liked. If given the opportunity, she wouldn't mind spending a night with the woman, even if she was just telling her, in other words, to leave. She enviously watched Vermillion stroke Aiden's skin, wanting to do quite the same.

Mary rose an eyebrow as he spoke of an Elysium. From what Mary had learned, these were always a delicate topic. There was much planning involved starting from the esthetics to kindred and ghoul control, if anything were to happen. The Masquerade hung on a frail string inside these Elysiums which is why she now understood Chloe and Aiden's preoccupations. Mary felt the need to prove them wrong. She had no childe to take care of and not really much to do, so the vampiress knew she could deal with the pressure of said Elysium and Vermillion seemed to agree as well. This was more than enough assurance for her.

Her eyes followed the red headed man as he took her hand, curious as to what he was doing. Her trademark smile grew wider and wider with each word he spoke. She shot a vile mocking stare at both women. Mary felt more than accomplished with her lovely gift from no other than the sheriff himself.  What she liked the most was having to work with Chloe which grant her a chance to make the French swallow her words. 

The woman's eyes closed and a light moan escaped her as she felt Vermillion's icy lips on her neck. His seductive whisper sending chills all over her body; an enslaving feeling shot throughout her. Her eyes slowly opened as her arm lazily fell, Vermillion's fingers crawling intensifying her breathing. Mary was clearly enjoying the treatment she was receiving from the men in this town. 
"What can't you do for me? Now that would be an interesting question, but..." She turned to face him, chest to chest, "my request is a simple one, though it seems we have more to talk about now." The night was ending and Mary didn't want to spend another day away from her home, especially if it meant spending another night in the same outfit. She had changed into at least three different gowns every night for the longest of times that she felt filthy if she didn't. "I shall meet with you tomorrow, when we have more time," Mary kissed both of his cheeks and bowed. "Jó éjszakát." She bid to all and left.

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[SmexySkittlez]

Shivering in fear she heard the door to the church open as a man walked in. Hiding in the shadows as tears ran down her face she watched him walk and pick up what looked to be a bible. Muttering something in what seemed to be German the man began to cry till he was on the floor looking up at the ceiling. Watching him she wanted to say something but she was scared he was the monster that was chasing her. Sitting there her eyes still watery she breathed in hesitantly before standing up and walking out of the shadow "Hello" She called to the man, her body shaking tears still ran down her face. Fear showed all over her as she walked a little closer to him "C-can you h-help me," She hesitated out before stopping where she stood looking down at the crying man.




Place :: Church ::
Person :: Heinrich ::

[Sir Metzgermeister]

”Silva in Lumine,
Lunae arcana est,
Domus mea,
Silva in Lumine,
Stellarum est..."

Heinrich Willhelm von Goethe

Heinrich immediately shot up from the pew he had been laying on, a snarl rose up in his throat but he suppressed it. Who was this? This...girl. She had wandered headlong into the hornet's nest, no doubt trying to escape what she saw as some sort of danger. Foolish. She had just unknowingly walked into the real danger. Heinrich chuckled softly.

"Gott sei Dank...you startled me. What is it, what is wrong?"

Heinrich smiled most reassuringly. Whatever it was that she was facing, it was no scarier than he; this was something that Heinrich was willing to bet any sum on. He would "save" this young girl, and perhaps add her to his list of possible subjects. Such beauty had to be maintained, or at the very least, kept on a short leash. He walked closer and patted her on the back, careful not to actually touch her skin.

"You are safe now, don't worry; you are safe."

"Hab Acht wenn ganz sacht in der Nacht,
Meine Glut enfacht,
und der Jager in mir erwacht!"

[SmexySkittlez]

Ren looked up at him her eyes still wet from the tears that soaked her face. "I am sorry to have startled you.. I ran in here," She began to speak "I didn't know anyone came in here," Looking around the church then back at the mysterious man. "I was being chased by this...person..or thing..I am not sure what it was," She began to try to explain to him exactly what it was that had made her run into the church. Yet when she tried to put it in words she found herself struggling to explain. "I am sure it was the same thing that came after me earlier, I am sorry for running in here I just panicked it was so close and," Cutting herself off she breathed unsteadily in looking up at the man again. Seeing him moved closer to her trying to comfort her, or at least she thought that might have been what he was trying to do. "Thank you," She whispered to him after his last comment. Looking up at him she wondered why he was crying what had made such a strong looking man so sad. She wanted to ask but decided it better not be mentioned she didn't want to upset this man who was being so nice to her.




Place :: Church ::
Person :: Heinrich ::

[Sir Metzgermeister]

”Silva in Lumine,
Lunae arcana est,
Domus mea,
Silva in Lumine,
Stellarum est..."

Heinrich Willhelm von Goethe

Heinrich was finding this somewhat distasteful. She was making this far too easy for him, it was almost...boring. She looked at his tears as if they had been out of sadness instead of the truth of the matter; they had been out of madness. Heinrich did not cry out of pain. He never cried out of pain. There was no such thing as pain, for there was only convenience and inconvenience. She was neither to him right now. Simply there.

"Don't worry about it, you are quite welcome."

He wasn't sure what had been following her, but it hadn't followed her into the church thus far. Perhaps it had simply been the shadows playing tricks on her. Either way, she was "safe" now. Safe. Safe indeed.

"Nothing can hurt you inside my church, dear one. Do not worry. You are safe. There are no monsters here."

"If only she knew..."

"Hab Acht wenn ganz sacht in der Nacht,
Meine Glut enfacht,
und der Jager in mir erwacht!"

[SmexySkittlez]

Brushing the tears from her face she nodded to his words, looking him over she began to really wonder why he was in this church to begin with. Why was he being so nice to her? It began to seem a little odd but she didn't want to be rude considering he seemed to be trying to be nice. "Thank you," She whispered to him. Looking at the inside of the church now it was a little old but well kept for its age. It didn't distract her for long when she looked back over at the man still curious as to why he was living in a church, he was clearly no priest. "Do you live here?" She finally had to ask she was being to become a little skeptical on this man, not sure why though he was being very nice to her yet her body screamed at her to run. Why is that though? Thinking these things she tried not to show it on her face.



Place :: Church ::
Person :: Heinrich ::