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In room 237 lay Keaton Olivander Shultz; better known as the twin to the Genius. It didn’t bother him that he was the brawn of the operation, as long as he got to do the most killing it was all fine and dandy with him. He had been up watching the latest Pants off Dance off. Why? Because he could. And it was like porn on TV, so was the Real World. Sure he had a porn collection that would make the horniest nerds wet their pants. But he wasn’t in the mood to go dig for it, plus Keaton’s brother had been complaining about wasting something he hardly paid attention, so he just didn’t bother looking through his room for it. The rebel had fallen asleep some time midnight. Planned on sleeping longer… But that was till the room’s alarm clock went on with its monotonous ringing telling him to wake up. He threw the clock at the wall hoping that would solve his problem, however he’d been woken up and it’d done it’s job. Sitting up in the bed and the brunette scratched his head “Crap it was just getting good!” He said to himself. What was getting good? You don’t want to know…

Rolling so that he fell out of his bed taking the sheets with them, he started to crawl to the bathroom… Yes… Crawl… Mainly because he had taken a shot for every time someone on ‘Pants off Dance off’ said ‘Wooh’ or made a fake orgasm sound… Which was quite a few times actually. When he finally made it into the bathroom, most of the sheets that had covered his, now showing, body were scattered across his quote, unquote “Man-Cave”. In the bathroom he needed to get ready to go to his oh so fun day of picking up the Hotel some more, it was actually kind of dull… He hoped the party wouldn’t be. So it was going to be a good day. He flipped the light switch on and it seemed to work. When the white light came on it had caused his dilated eyes to fog up and wake him up a bit. “Bloody Hell!” He said as he scratched at his now itchy eyes. He put his head in the sink and started flicking water in his eyes… Why they were itchy? He didn’t know… Maybe he had an illegal substance or two… It wouldn’t surprise him.

He also knew he wasn’t going to take a shower in the morning since he much preferred taking them at night. So instead he just straightened his brown hair. It had a dried up fizzy look to it, but the twenty-two year old didn’t mind. He actually liked it. Walking around his room he picked up the clothes on the floor that looked less wrinkled… Why didn’t he go into the dressers and just pick something out? He was too lazy too… But he came out choosing a Dokken T-shirt, faded black jeans, a loose grey hoodie, and a black and white striped hat… He didn’t look half bad and his studded white belt helped keep his pants up to boot. ‘I can look good when I want…’ He thought to himself with a shrug who would’ve thought the could pull such a feat off? Well Addison maybe, yet everyone else most likely not. Not that he cared the only opinion that really matter was his own when it came down to it.

Getting out of the room and going down the stairs and out of his Keaton decided he would eat at least something to hold him over till the party time. At the bottom of the stairs were dead bodies from the nights before the stench of the bodily functions they released was starting to get to the rebel as he jumped the rest of the way down instead of walking it. ‘God, and bro complains about me not picking up my mess.’ He thought as he walked into the kitchen, no sign of his brother. ‘Where is he?’ Keaton wondered as he opened the fridge door pulling out a wine bottle, that wasn’t filled with wine. He didn’t bother pouring it into a glass as he put t to his lips and glugged down. Sticking it back in he began to wonder if their supply was running low, ‘Bro’d kno..’ Now all he needed was an energy booster and what better energy booster than that of alcohol. ‘Hello Sam Adams’ He thought to himself as he reopened the fridge and pulled himself out a cold one. He grabbed the bottle opener magnet and popped the top off not bothering to pick up the lid. He took a quick swig and looked around for any other food that he wouldn’t mind devouring… “Mmm…” Chocolate Cheesecake crossed his line of vision. And he reached back and grabbed a messy handful and didn’t feel the need to cut a piece instead. Maybe his brother will be mad at him? The thought made Keaton laugh. “Just buy a new cake.”

Sure they’d been planning this party for what seemed like F-O-R-E-V-E-R! But Keaton just wanted to get this job over with. He never got why Addison enjoyed taking so long to get a job done. Wouldn’t it be good to just get it over with and not have to worry about it anymore? That’s what made since to him. Keaton was never a patient child. Patience is one virtue he learned to live without. One he figured he’d never need in life. Reaching into his back pants pocket he pulled out his cellphone. “No service.. As usual.” He waved in his hand in the air looking for a few bars… At least one. But not getting any signal he walked out of the kitchen still waving his right hand around and licking the left over cheesecake in his left. ‘One.. Just one..’ He mouthed as he stood on his tip toes. “Ahaha!” He yelled in mad success. He quickly pressed ‘Create New Text’ trying to beat the airwaves before he lost signal again. “Come on... Come on…” Keaton muttered as he thumbed out a message to his brother.

Oh dearest Bro! I hope
This Messages finds you well…
Not Really But you get the point!
I want more food! And Hookers!
Now!!! I don’t want to clean this
Grimy place! I really won’t!
____rawriamthegateKEAper.

He didn’t care if his message didn’t make any sense whatsoever. He didn’t want to pick up. The only reason the brunette did was because the plot was to hold people for ransom and kill them later. Just another way to further themselves in the world, who cares if it’s illegal neither of the two brothers did… Wiping the leftover chocolate off on his jeans he made his way to the elevator. He knew what room his brother stayed in and planned on waking him up… How exactly? He didn’t know… If his brother didn’t get any service then the phone call most surely didn’t wake him up. But he could always try another way. Once on the floor and across the hall he opened his brother’s door slamming it loudly and clapping his hands like a moron. “Wake up sleepy head!” Jumping on the edge of the bed. “Your party-ios today-o! Son’t you think you should get ready… O!” So harassing his brother was a little fun, but hey! Who hasn’t had fun harassing a sibling every now and again? Keaton just liked getting attention and getting respect. If he had both of those he was set. If he didn’t? Well he’d find some way to make you.

I want dominationWhoaWhoaWhoa
I want your submissionWhoaWhoaWhoaWhoa
I see you’re not resistingWhoaWhoaWhoaWhoaWhoa
To this temptationWhoaWhoaWhoaWhoaWhoaWhoaWhoa

WhoaWhoaWhoaI’ve got one confession
WhoaWhoaWhoaWhoaA love deprivation
WhoaWhoaWhoaWhoaWhoaI’ve got a jet black heart
WhoaWhoaWhoaWhoaWhoaWhoaIt’s all ƒυ¢кєd up and it’s falling apart

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I know that you really wanna go. xo My mind is runnin' outta gas just relax & recap & replasexo Tonight, my body's jumpin'

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He could hear him. The laugher, the T.V the crawling out of his bed. He could even hear him waving his phone in the air trying to get some sort of signal. This place was horrible with cellphone signal. Addison was buried under his comforters. He was odd, because it wasn't too cold in the Hotel, and yet not to hot and there Addie had himself under three comforters. It wasn't time. It wasn't time for him to wake up yet. Just give him five more-- But instead his personal alarm awakened the sleeping genius. As annoying as Keaper, (Addison's nickname for the Rebel) was, he was right. Big things were going down today. Who knew how things would end up. "Shut your mouth already," he groaned. Addison wasn't all that gorgeous and happy when he woke up. Hugging his pillow tighter, hoping the sounds of his brother's talking would stop so he could get a little bit longer was no use. The many covers toppled over and under was Addison's fragile little body in nothing but black boxers. Addie groaned. "You touched cake didn't you." He gave Keaper the look and hopped off his bed. His stiff bones cracking, and getting ready for another day of running around.

"I knew you couldn't help yourself." He laughed, turning to his brother and shoved his hand in his face sending him back against his bed. Today was Addison's big day. It was what was going to make or break everything, the brothers and everyone else who were FREAKS had worked up for.


Make or break... Make or break or watch people die. Die. Die. Die.


Addison just hoped what he was doing wasn't for nothing. 'The Last Sunrise'... He jumped off his brother and ran into the bathroom for a moment, to y'know, do his manly things. Addison took a good look at himself in the mirror. He saw his brother today. Keaton. His head lowered and his brown hair covered his eyes hiding a grin. He knew his brother was more than excited for this day. He got to kill people, have sex with people, party with people, do drugs with people. Keaton was a character alright. Addison was his opposite brother. Keaton would never fully, and truly understand his brother. Addison, like to watch people suffer, as Keaton liked to kill and go on his marry way. It's just like look on their face. The pleads, begs, cries, calls, anything for Addison to stop. Addie would just laugh. To see the pitiful struggle. Addison was the spider and they were his dinner.


“Cry, b***h Cry. Let me hear those screams. Screaming in agony. Feel the delicious pain. And do you dare forget my ******** name. ”


Addison laughed, and raised his head. There was a secret insanity to him. What triggered it were those screams. Those pain filled screams. Knowing how close to death they were. He posed a few times in the mirror, before slipping the black boxers off and steeping into the shower. Unlike his brother who preferred to bathe at night, Addie like to bathe in the morning but, fast forwarding to about 30 minutes later, after bathing, washing his hair ('Rinse-Lather-Repeat'), blow drying, and finally straightening, (yep he can work a straightener) he was now in a pair of black skinny jeans, a black shirt that had an interesting design in white on the front, black belt with a large buckle on the front, and a black Hurley hat to complete. He slipped out of the bathroom all fresh and clean and grinned at Keaton. Keaton, Keaton, Keaton. His loving savior. Even though Addison was born first he still sort of felt like a little brother to the other. Keaper was so much more rough and rugged, while Addison was so much more resilient and quiet.


Opposites attract.


He advanced to his messy bed, and slipped his sleek, little, black Motorola Razor into his back pocket. "So, how many people do you think are actually going to come?" He marched himself over to his dresser that was covered in clothes and cards, and little pieces of paper with numbers and letters and names, and all sorts of things and searched for his cologne. One spray of a sweet smelling fragrance to his neck. One spray to his chest, and one spray to his wrist, where he rubbed both wrists together. "The more people the better, y'know?" He looked under some more clothes for a dog tag, that had one of his favorite sayings:


"Love means exposing yourself to the pain of being hurt, deeply hurt by someone you trust.”


He turned to his brother and leaned against the dresser and gave him a sinful grin."You're such a kid. Y'know?"

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Constantly, we dare to cheat... xo It feels so right to be so wrong... xo Normal love set aside. Leave your ♥ at the bedside...

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Fα∂їηɢ Frїεη∂

Avril Sina Moon Manson

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Tanto Tempo Fa Un Uccello

Once, a long time ago, lived the fatal bird, Chromaggia.

Fatale Di Nome Chromaggia

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Eternally damned. Night stalker. Night walker. Cunning and Deceitful. Folklore. Vampire.

Sleep. Could vampires even sleep? Well, not exactly. It was more like.. Something that she did to take up time.. And well, with the "sleeping" came the all too vivid dreaming. And it seems that for the night, Ava's dreams had been terrifying. She had spent the previous night tossing and turning against Devyn's supposedly sleeping form; Muttering in her sleep incoherently. That was probably one of the main reasons why the girl so disliked sleeping. It brought on terrors that she had spent her whole life trying to escape. It was like some sort of horror story that she had finally escaped only to become.. A night stalker. How.. ******** up, right? Though she had to admit, the power was probably going to her head. She was a vampire now; A lithe and sleek creature of the night. The stuff of nightmares.

Lithe as a cat, and slick as oil. Try and catch me now.

Ava pushed away the useless layers of sheets; Met with a cold brush of air that caused goose bumps to raise on her pale flesh. She wiped a hand across her sleepy face, her fingers touching the indents on her face from her pillow. Grey hues blinked a few times against the intrusive light that was trying to work it's way through the thick curtains and stream into the room. She pushed the sheets off of her petite form, sighing as she turned only to see Devyn practically encasing himself in sheets. Grey hues rolled in their sockets as she let out a sarcastic snort. Legs turned and flopped over the edge, pulling her upright. She puled back as her toes connected tentatively with the cold apartment floor, before she let her feet settle there. Fingers tried to work their way through her mop of fair hair, only leaving her to wince as she pulled at a few knots in her birds nest of hair. "Ow. Ow! ******** ********, ow!"Ava winced again as she tried to pull her fingers from her hair, uttering a few "********" here and there. It must have seemed like her new favorite word; For that morning, at least. But pulling knots out of ones hair usually hurt, non? Oui. She let her feet touch the cold floor again before getting up; Shivers running their way up and down her spine as she moved quietly about the room, drawing the curtains shut and tight again. Hues turned back to Devyn's sleeping form, and she shook her head. Ava was tempted to run across the room and jump on him, or maybe just take a shower and leave him be.. What a hard decision.

Avril might've been small, but she was a petite force to be reckoned with.

She carefully made her way to the bathroom, wincing slightly at every little creak that the floor made underneath her feet. Bathroom door opened and shut not so quietly, and she tugged the long sleep shirt over her head and discarded it on the floor. Panties to follow, and she stood there naked; One hand in the shower testing the water until it was hot enough. She always felt like a vulnerable idiot before she got in the shower. But when the water got hot enough, she pulled aside the curtain and stepped in. "Lather, Rinse, Repeat. Lather, Rinse, Repeat." Twice she washed her hair; Once to get through the tangles, and once to actually wash and condition her hair. And then on to body; And be gone! Ava shut the water off, her hand groping blindly from behind the curtain until she found a towel. Wrapping herself in the plush-y fabric she squeezed out her hair and shook her head; Feeling a bit like a comical dog before she stepped out to face the mirror.

Oh, the horror!

Avril stood there, wrapped in the black towel which she had tucked in just before her under arm. She dug through the drawers for a moment pulling out a blow-dryer, flat iron, one hair brush and one barrel brush and the usual toothpaste and brush; And her standard makeup supply's. Being only an eyeliner brush, a smudge pot of gel liner, a brow brush and kit and some lip gloss. Since she had been.. Changed; Her skin had been flawless, non to her dislike. It just meant she spent less money on concealer and brush cleaner. She pulled her wet hair back into a messy up-do for a moment, opening a small pot of lotion and began the ritual of rubbing the lotion over her face lightly, moving down her neck and upper chest. On to her arms, paying special attention to her elbows to keep them from growing ashy and then returning to the pot to dip again. She rubbed lotion over her legs, massaging it into her knees and ankles once again with special care. She screwed the top back on the pot, tossing it back into the drawer and pushing the drawer shut with her hip. Ava drew close to the mirror as she carefully dipped the eyeliner brush into the smudge pot, painting on her eyeliner with a steady hand into it's usual style. A mixture of modern-thick, and classic pin-up flair. She quickly stowed away the brush and pot, dipping her finger into the small metal pot of rosebud lip gloss, and swiping the finger across her lips.

Paint your face on little porcelain doll; Make your image perfection.

The lip gloss pot followed all others back into the drawer. She unwrapped and de-tangled the cords, plugging each into it's own little socket in the wall. Nimble fingers pulled the rubber band from her hair and let it fall loose, raining little droplets of water across her dried skin. She picked the flat brush, and began working her way through the messy tendrils of pale hair; Tugging at all the little knots until it came out smooth and strait. Hanging down her back semi-dry from the air. The flat iron heated up as she blow dried her hair, working through it quicker than usual; She had a pattern down by now. From dryer to barrel brush she flipped her ends, and then on to the iron pulling her hair straight. Finishing with her bangs which lay across her face, curving just above her brow and sitting poised.

We can't all go nude; Or can we? With perfect bodies like this, it's a shame we can't.

She opened the door, met with another breath of cold air that tickled her skin. She let her eyes glance around the room as she made a mad dash for the drawers; Tugging out a blue and black plaid dress, lace gloves, bra and panties followed and she dashed back to the bathroom. Under garments were pulled on first, followed with the dress that hugged her just the right way. The plaid dress sat perfectly on her; Accentuating the little things about her. She tugged on the small lace gloves, and ran a brush through her hair one more time, spritzing a bit of "The One" by Dolce and Gabanna on her wrists and neck before emerging from the bathroom. Avril pounced onto the bed with a light laugh, landing strewn across Devyn in a giggling mass.

Even the eternally damned need a good laugh now and then. And as cross as she might have been with Devyn, they were still friends.. Of sorts.




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[II M o m o J o m o II]

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τнє нєαяτвяσкєи ʟσvєя ;; τнє вєαυτιғυʟ ʟιαя ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ♥

xoxoxoxoxoxHoney if you only knew, every night I'm watching you...

Devyn Maliik Pessoaxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

With a black heart undercover, watching you sleep every night..."I wish you'd watch me too..."

He could hear her. He could hear everything she did. Every movement she made, every sigh, every bat of her perfect eyelashes, her footsteps, her arms moving, and then her massive giggle fit above him. Devyn, the dark, scary raven haired male shuffled under in his piles of comforters. His blue eye fluttered open under the sheets and his hands that were pressed under his chest pushed up against the bed and his body raised. He really hadn't been sleeping. He just seemed like he was sleeping. Sleep was evil. Things were much more vivid. Scarier. Just as realistic as the real world. Just, you couldn't actually feel the pain. He shivered and managed to push Avia off him and had sat up. He was tired for sure. (Because he needed something to eat). He sighed. A sigh that let Avia know that he was hungry.

"Trying to kill me little girl?" Deyvn's voice was deep. Like a man. A hardcore, tough, "I've been through a lot of s**t in my life" deep. He smiled a little. A little because it was morning and he didn't feel like being up, but he couldn't sleep. Two reasons why: 1. The dreams that came to him where the most disturbing things he'd ever seen in his life. (Aside from the disturbing things he'd done to people.) 2. "The Last Sunrise" Some silly party that was going down with the FREAKS. Some crap was going to happen. Some people were going to be killed, some weren't. He knew that for a fact. Instinct told him that. So he just had to make sure he was one of the few that wasn't going to die.

We're made for each other! Honey if you only knew, Every night I'm watching you...

He pulled a leg up to his chest and rested his forehead against his knee. His black, silky hair draping over his eyes. A pause. A short pause, and then a swift turn. He looked the white-haired girl in her eyes and grinned. There was excitement. Loads of excitement. He took her head in his hands and stared hard into her grey eyes. Deep, deep deep in the back he could see her fear. He could almost smell it, taste it on the tip of his tongue. Everyone was afraid of Devyn. He was jerk who had a sharp tongue. Sharp mind. Knew what he was talking about. Knew what he was and why he was like this. He chuckled. The chuckle turned into a laugh. A scary ominous laugh He pulled Avia's head towards his and pressed his forehead to hers. It reminded him of when the two were together. They would cuddle and kiss, and touch and have sex till both his and her body ached. He closed his eyes and his voice grew quiet."Tonight's the night they try and kill us. That boy thinks he's so god damn smart." Devyn hopped off the bed and pulled off the black boxers that sat perfectly on his waist. He didn't care weather Avia saw or not. He'd seen everything of hers when they were together and vice versa.

Shut up you're talking to loud for me to not listen.

He skittered around the room naked, grabbing pieces of clothing he needed. Nothing to serious, A pair of black skinnies, a black v-neck, black knee high studded boots, and a chain wallet. Simple. Into the bathroom he went, blasted the water. Made the bathroom steamy, the windows blurred. When he stepped in, it was like ice being melted in hot water. He sighed when the water pelted against his skin. He wasn't going to take too long. He was excited. he'd been restless all night. (And no help to Avia's constant tossing and turning.) The rest of the shower was quick. Washed his hair, blow dried and got it back into the mess it usually was. He came out of the bathroom in all black and eyed Sin. "You look cute," he said with a slight grin. He sauntered over to the dresser and sprayed himself with a black and red bottle that read "Axe Vice". The sweet smelling aroma filled the room and Devyn took a look in the mirror at himself. He looked good. Or at least he though he did for someone who was engulfed in black. He turned to Avia. "Ready Princess?"

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Fα∂їηɢ Frїεη∂

Avril Sina Moon Manson

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Tanto Tempo Fa Un Uccello

Once, a long time ago, lived the fatal bird, Chromaggia.

Fatale Di Nome Chromaggia

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Avia rolled off of Devyn as he pushed himself up; She had landed across his back in an odd fashion, and with him moving up, it basically pushed her off to one side of the bed. And to her possible disadvantage, Ava had landed on her back with her legs almost spread eagle for a split second. Of course revealing her underwear; The flash ofblue and black pinstripes quickly disappearing as soon as they had appeared. It was a finesse of hers; Avia had always matched up her outfits with her undergarments. It just seemed.. Right. Plus, it added to her all over color theme of the day; Blue and black. It was just how she rolled. Yeah, because Avia was totally gangster like that; Ha ha. She rolled her eyes at his blunt "Avril, I'm hungry" sigh; Mimicking it with her own. It had felt like days since she had last fed; And that was never good. Though his rapid movements made her laugh; His comment had made her giggle more. She crept upon Devyn, drawing close to his neck before baring her fangs;

"Of course I'm not trying to kill you darling; Then I'd have no one to ******** around with anymore!"

Her laughter subsided as she rolled off of him again, only to be met with those lovely baby blues. Hands upon her cheeks, Ava felt like melting. His eyes dark, like he was trying to see into her very soul - wait, did vampires even get souls? Something for her to think on later.. - Or something along those lines. She could feel the small coy smile play across her lips, and the blush that threatened to spread over her cheeks. Their intimate moments had been something like this, and something a little bit more. His peals of laughter turned to something a bit more.. Ominous. Something Ava had heard a few times, and had learned to grow used to. Along with the fear that he struck upon people. She no longer felt that fear around him, she had learned to interpret it as a kind of.. protective instinct. So she had sat back and watched him laugh; Letting him get it out of his system, like a kind of euphoric drug. So when he pulled her back to him, it was just another little note that he was nearly back to normal; Flushing it out. Tonight they try. And tonight, they would fail. Avia was a small force to be reckoned with. Her parents had commonly referred to the petite Avril to a pint sized Hitler, or a Mini-Mussolini. She was coy and deceptive in her small size; Easily fooling people into thinking she was so.. Innocent. Well, beneath the fair skin and the light hair, she wore some fierce horns.

"Tonight.. Tonight we are betrayed."

She watched him move around the room, caught in small giggles as he dashed around naked. It was always amusing to her, how easy they were around each other, even in the nude. There was no awkward silences, no stolen glances. But as he disappeared into the bathroom, she got up and moved towards the small closet she had procured. Before Ava was a small selection of shoes. Mostly consisting of boots and heels, with a few flats, a pair of running shoes, and the typical pair of ratty old "never-going-to-throw-out" converse. She quickly selected a pair of stacked black boots, and a pair of Devil's Plaything Wedges. And worked her way back to the bed. Before her sat the armor mirror, as she tugged the boots onto her feet, and stood. She modeled before the mirror before shaking her head, and plopping back down on the bed. Boots were off, and wedges were on. She stood a whole.. 3.5 inches higher. What a great comparison to Devyn's 6'1. She had always been the short one, and he was her giant. She modeled the pair of blue and black wedges a few moments, before deciding on them. Boots were quickly returned to their place in the closet, and she plopped back down on the bed. The sound of the shower shutting off was a distant noise to her ears;

Tanto Tempo Fa Un Uccello Fatale Di Nome Chromaggia

She listened to him get out; Milling around a bit before he started up the blow dryer. Avril selected a simple pair of black lace gloves that stopped just at her elbow, and pulled them on. She slipped off the wedges and fell back on the bed with a sigh; Her stomach growled angrily for food which she could not provide. They'd get something along the way. Stop at a hospital or something. She pursed his lips as he came out, though the purse turned to a smile at his comment, and she sat up crossing her legs at the knee. "You look rather dashing your self, moi amore" She murmured, that smirk playing across her lips, creasing dimples into her cheeks. She pulled herself off of the bed, and flitted around the room a moment as she searched for her purse. "Oh zut!" She murmured to herself; Not immediately finding her purse. She stood there a moment with her hands poised on her hips, she chewed at her lip loosing herself in thought for a split second before exclaiming quietly to herself, and plucking the purse off of the floor by the dresser. Avril turned back to him and shrugged at her own silliness; Then nodded."Princess? Since when have I ever been a princess, honestly?" Avia teased, giving him a sigh, and a roll of her eyes.

"Off we go, into the wild blue yonder!"

Avia snagged Devyn by the arm, and pulled him out of the room and out of their small shared apartment; Quickly snagging the keys from her purse, and the parasol she kept at the door and slammed it shut behind her. The key slid into the locking mechanism easily, turning as the lock tumbled into place; Clicking pleasantly in her ears as she slid the key out and popped it back into her purse. She would open the parasol right before they exited the apartment building; Sun wasn't exactly her best friend anymore.. "Devyn, whatcha think about making a side trip to get something to eat before we head out?" Ava questioned, her large grey eyes turned up to him a moment as they advanced toward the elevator. Her worst fears came alive every time she stepped into the large metal box. Her mouth went dry and cottony; Her hands were likely to shake. She had ridden in it almost daily, but her fear could never be quite.. Quenched. Avril shook her head, trying to get the feeling to leave her alone; To no avail, of course. She chewed at her lip, the purse strung over her shoulder and the parasol in hand. Avril was ready.. Right? Non. She wanted to slip her hand into Devyn's and squeeze tight; To push her fears away and make everything right again.

Right? Like taking the stairs? Or, having Devyn love her again..





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[- - mary had a lil xCLOWN]

→ THE Kℓυτzy Kїℓℓεя ☺

I AM Felix Steven Ians ←
► but call me felix or steven, yeah?
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LET'S PLAY: family timmmmmeee
Let's play: A groan came from the boys lips and he suddenly jumped up from his desk. The keyboard banged loudly on the wood and the distinct lines of the keys were imprinted on his right cheek. In the background the music from the radio made the boy even more disoriented. “This isn’t my…” He mumbled as he rubbed the side of his face tired and then groaned to himself. As he rested his elbow upon the desk, he yawned loudly and leant forward to rest his chin on his hand, only he missed. The boys chin fell down past his arm and onto the desk, it banged loudly and the boy cringed. ’Of course you do that Felix… Of course’ He cursed himself as he shifted his head back to its side and his hand moved to the side of his head, holding it. Most people would have tried to work out where they are before deciding to fall asleep, but Felix just couldn’t be bother. The fact that he was tired and that his head hurt, probably did not help at all. He groaned once more and covered his head with his arm.

The sudden music blaring from his phone made him jump up once more from his desk. His mobile phone sung loudly on the desk next to the computer screen and he stared at it for a moment. “Wha..?” He moaned before he reached for it and answered it. Once the phone was by his ear he yawned once more and rubbed his eye. It was to loud to ignore it. “Hello” He greeted into the phone as he tried to blink away the tiredness. Why had he been up so late last night? Felix failed to find an answer to that at the moment. “Hi sweetie. I made pancakes, come up and get some? Your dad and I heard you up until late” The voice of his mum was so chirpy and Felix nodded in response. Pancakes sounded nice to him. There was silence on the phone and his eyes shot open wide. He was on the phone, his mum couldn’t see him nod. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be up in a moment” He sputtered out as fast as he could and he heard his mum laugh at him. It was hard not to smile sleepily when he realized how ridiculous he seemed on the phone. “See you soon, don’t hurt yourself on the way up” His mum said before she hung up the phone and Felix shut his eyes tightly for a second. The boy stretched his arms up above his head and another yawn came from his lips.

Slowly he pulled himself out of his computer chair, only the realizing how much it hurt to fall asleep in such a place. As his hands clasped on the edge of the desk, he shook his head and tried to focus on the computer screen. It took his brain a bit to realize it had the colourful strings of his screen saver up and his hand shook the mouse violently. After a buzz and a clunk, his computer screen flickered and showed the answer to why he was up so late. Myspace, msn, youtube... He closed each thing down as he registered what it was. A dozen flickering conversation screens disappeared from view and a few web pages. The last few pages were information on vampires, the first one he saw woke him up. It held a scary old drawing of vampires attacking people and in Felix’s half asleep state, the simple picture scared the hell out of him. He hadn’t expected it. The x in the corner was harshly clicked and he found himself back on the desktop. Felix stepped away from the computer screen towards the radio on the other side of the basement. The cement walls and boxes of canned food gave that away to him, plus the conversation with his mum held a lot of hints to. It was his routine to research in his family’s basement. He’d get here when he could; his mum would bring him down snacks as he googled, youtubed and researched as much as he could. Even if the computer was an old clunker, it served him well and it had all his favourite sites in it. And some of them were more fun than research material.

A sleepy smiled slid on his face as he turned the radio off and looked over the printer. There were a few pages printed full of words and he collected them up without reading them. They were most likely his, if they weren’t; he had paper to scribble on. He looked down for a moment at his clothing and shrugged, so maybe he hadn’t changed or showered since yesterday night. He didn’t exactly smell nor have anyone to impress at this moment. A shiny bag of chips caught his eye next to the computer; it must have been his midnight snack. He was more alert now, and he dashed across the room to get his chips before he ended up at the bottom of the stairs. Each step creak under his foot as he shifted his weight on them, which caught the boys attention. He watched his feet move up each step, a small fear at the pit of his stomach that one would break and he would got smashing in wood chips onto the floor. It had yet to happen in his 18 years of life, but there was always a first time for everything. He had reached to top three steps when his head roughly hit the same lowered beam it did every time. Even when he avoided it on the way down, it got him on the way up, or vice versa. “Stupid beam.. I’ll kill you. I ******** swear it” He growled as he tried to rub the spot he had hit on his head but couldn’t, one hand held his printed paper and phone and the other held his chips. Felix had easily come to the idea that the wooden beams had a conspiracy with the stairs; the fear of the stairs cracking beneath him distracted his mind enough for the beam to get his head.

Finally he made it up stairs, with only a few minor bumps and a new level of alertness. Nothing could wake him up like two hits to the head. As he made his way to the kitchen, he could smell the food his mum had prepared and felt his mood lighten. His mum’s cooking could take away the pain of two hits to his head. The first thing he did when he reached the kitchen was toss the contents of his hands onto the table and sit down. He felt lucky when he didn’t miss the chair completely and land on his a**. That happened more then the boy would admit to. “Morning sweetie” His mum sung from the stove where she expertly flipped a pancake, she was a vampire hunter, she had amazing reflexes and coordination. Felix shift through his things, moving the paper to the side and stacking the chips upon it. He finally found his phone and checked his messages. There was nothing, nada, zilch. It made him give a lopsided smile. No messages; that just meant he had to harass everyone else. His fingers slide across the screen, tapping the correct letters until he had a simple and useable text message.


’Dudez, bored.
Watz evry1 doin? @:
Rply or die.
>> felix
RAWR’


The message was sent to everyone is his inbox, mainly randoms from myspace, a few people from his old school. His cousin, Eve and their friend, R.J. A plate of pancakes was placed in front of him and he dropped his phone in his lap, a smile coming to his face. “Stack-a-ma-cakes~” He declared as he reached for the maple syrup across the table and his mum messed up his hair. Even though he had moved into his own place, had his own bed and kitchen with food. Felix continued to come home for almost every meal and just, to be home. It’s not like his parents complained about it, they enjoyed having him around home. Plus, Felix couldn’t cook, and he was too scared to try. The fact that he had nearly killed himself with the toaster and butter knife when he was younger; it stuck with him and left its mark. Felix also decided he would only put his life in danger while vampire hunting and not alone in his kitchen. His cousin couldn’t save him if he was alone in his kitchen.

Felix drizzled the pancakes in maple syrup and started to scoff them down. His father appeared in the kitchen with a book in his hands, it was an old vampire book. Felix had flipped through it many times and still felt clueless to its contents. It bugged the boy some times, on rare occasions that he was neither born with his mothers fighting skills or his fathers’ quick thinking. They made an excellent vampire hunting pair. He was more on the end of the bait, or the thing you tie upside down while you call out the vampires. Felix hadn’t given up completely, he had the hope that a sudden power would kick in and he would grow out of his clumsy vampire bait stage. Like he grew out of puberty, it just takes time and acne cream. The family chattered lightly, like they did most mornings, about the weather, sports and even movies. Vampire discussion never happened in the kitchen, or anywhere within this house. It was a chance to separate their lives from what they did, they liked that normalcy.

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┌─── you said, all day I feel you playing a part ───┐

└ when all you ever want to do was leave a mark ┘

[Gwendylyyn]

So Pσℓїτε, This Little Pετ,
Dry Eyes, Though They Should Be Wet...

Elli Adalinda Doser
Her body rose from the bed in a rush of movement, blankets flying in all directions as a quiet scream planted itself upon her lips. Her eyes wide with fear, it took her a moment to calm down, realizing where she was, and, more importantly, where she was not. Plopping back against the pillow behind her, deep breaths filled her lungs and escaped in hurried huffs. Fear still tinged her thoughts as Elli let her eyes roam about the room, one more deep breath filling her lungs and exiting slowly as she forced her nerves back to their usual calm. These nightmares had been plaguing her ever since her death, creeping into her dreams until they took over, sending her into screaming fits that could barely be heard, despite the strain they left on her throat. Shaking hands grasped the bed as she sat back up, turning to the side as she planted her feet firmly on the ground and stood. Breathing back to normal, she stumbled toward the bathroom, staring at her cold, pale face in the mirror. As if vampirism hadn't left enough of a mark on her to begin with, her nightmares always left her looking like a ghost when she woke from one so violently. 'I have got to get my dreams under control, she thought, splashing cold water over her face to help her wake up. Unsure of the time, she started hot water running in the shower and made her way back into the bedroom.

Glancing toward the small clock on her little black nightstand, Elli felt a sigh roll from her lips. It was much too early for her to be awake right now, and yet she knew she'd never get back to sleep at this point. Mumbling silently, she made her way back into the bathroom, button-up shirt and little black thong dropping behind her as she walked, pooling upon the floor where they fell. Relaxation washed over her like a flood as she stepped into the now steam-filled bathroom, warm air leaving droplets of water clinging over her entire form. One foot, then the other made its way into the shower, dragging her body with them under the hot water.

An hour later, the water cut off, and a sigh of relief could just barely be heard from the bathroom. Wrapped in a plush black towel, Elli came dripping into her bedroom again, soft smile curling her lips. It might not be such a bad day after all. With it being so early, she should easily be able to slip out without her 'mistress' noticing, and maybe get a bit of daylight time in. She usually didn't have to worry too much about the woman calling upon her until later in the day. With this in mind, Elli pulled the towel from around herself and began running it over her hair, getting what water she could out of it as she stepped into the large closet in her room. Towel pooling upon the floor, she picked out a long, simple black dress she'd made for just such an occasion. She knew stepping out into the sun with no protection was a bad idea, so the dress (similar tothis,in cloth) had been designed with very little open area, belled sleeves that protected her hands, and a hood that draped over her head and shadowed her face. Red corset and thong from the small set of drawers that rested against one wall of the closet, and her outfit was almost complete.

Still adjusting the dress over her torso, Elli made her way toward the bathroom again, opening a small makeup case from which she produced black and red lipsticks, mascara, and a pale face powder. With these, she proceeded to turn her face a shade lighter, her lips multiple shades darker, and her eyelashes into tiny flexible daggers of midnight elegance that brought the green of her eyes to a magnificent peak in color. She knew the whole outfit would have to change as soon as her 'mistress' caught sight of it, but, for now, she felt amazing.

Stepping back out of the bathroom, Elli found a pair of thigh-highs in the stack of clean clothes still sitting on her dresser and slid her legs first into these, and then into the short boots of black suede she'd picked up on her last solo outing. With an ensemble that a human would sweat to death in, she headed out into the midday sun. Her first thoughts were of breakfast, but she also didn't want to upset her tummy drinking too soon after waking. Turning her thoughts toward a nice stroll through the nearest mall or market, she made her way toward the little Ford Mondeo waiting for her outside. Allowing her eyes to roam over the midnight purple exterior for just a moment, she then produced keys from a small side pocket in her dress, hit the unlock and slid into the driver's side of her very beloved car. 'I missed you, sweetheart.'

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Two hours of walking around the mall had landed Elli with an armful of bags, and a ball of cherry-flavored shaved ice that was quickly turning her entire mouth a bright shade of red. Sure, it wasn't nearly as delicious as it might be for someone whose tastebuds weren't kept running by blood, but she still loved having one from time to time. Eyes glancing at the wrist watch of a petite male passing by, Elli sighed inwardly. She knew time was ticking past until they would be getting ready for this party, of sorts, and she wasn't looking forward to another night of playing Pet to Avril. Light steps soon brought her out to her car again, and she dropped her bags into the passenger's seat before stepping around to the other side, sliding into the driver's seat and starting off once more. She wasn't really sure where she was headed yet, but she knew she wanted to spend a little more time out and about by herself before having to go back and get prepared for the party tomorrow that she really knew nothing about.

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Driving around for a while soon brought Elli to a place she felt she should recognize, but did not. Shaking her head, she felt the tinge of a headache creeping upon her, though it quickly faded as the lack of blood to keep up the pressure forced it to wane off. The neighborhood that surrounded her was obviously that of people with the kind of money you tossed around just for fun, and she noticed a house toward the end of the street upon which she sat that seemed strangely familiar. More frustrated than usual with her inability to remember the past, Elli sped away from the little cul-de-sac, grabbing her phone from where she'd left it in the center cup-holder, and punching a random speed-dial, hoping whoever answered on the other end would be a friendly voice. It hit her as the phone rang, though, that she wouldn't be able to say a damned thing back to the person who picked up. . .

A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as she quickly spun the cherry red Juke back to its closed position, flipping it open again and hitting the call button to see who she had dialed. 'Colton... ********] There was no getting out of it now, she was going to have to at least text the poor guy who'd tried so hard to get in contact with her the night she'd died, and let him know what the hell was up with her random phone call.

Hey there.
Sry bout the rando call.
Think we could meet up sumtime?

SEND

Okay, so that was totally not what she had meant to say when she first started typing into the text field. Now she was really in trouble. What the hell was she supposed to do if he said yes? She didn't even know who he was, just that he somehow knew her. And it's not like she'd be able to just walk up and tell him all about her disappearance without some major awkwardness, especially when she had to somehow explain her lack of voice. 's**t, s**t, s**t. What the hell did you get yourself into now, Elle?'

Save~~Me~~From~~My~~Nightmare

[II M o m o J o m o II]

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Cσηтεмρℓαтїηɢ Cσηs¢їεη¢e

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τнє нєαяτвяσкєи ʟσvєя ;; τнє вєαυτιғυʟ ʟιαя ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ♥

xoxoxoxoxoxHoney if you only knew, every night I'm watching you...

Devyn Maliik Pessoaxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Open the door...Fell through the floor...Slipped through the cracks into nowhere

"Relax," he whispered softly. His voice was softer than usual. He knew that Avia was scared. He knew about how scared she got in elevators. Devyn found it silly but still she was afraid and she couldn't help herself. His arm wrapped itself around Sin's shoulders and brought her close. As much as he didn't care for her anymore in the boyfriend / girlfriend way, he still someone deep down in his itty bitty, cold heart, still slightly cared for her. Bing! the doors slid open and swiftly Devyn pulled Avia out. His little poppet was smart with the parasol. It was bright outside. Sun + Vampires= Not a happy immortal. Okay so Vampire weren't all they were said to be. They could walk around in the sun and all that good stuff. It was just bright, and hot. Pushing Avia along, he took the little black parasol from her hand and popped it open. Things had changed when he himself was turned. He felt that it was a new start. A new beginning of something everlasting. He felt that he shouldn't be the same snobby jerk that he was before, and that he should be more of a gentleman. Let alone take care of the one he turned.

So tell me where were you, when everything fell down like thunder?

Not only that. But there was still some girl stuck on his mind. The Slut He grinned, and looked the other way just before Avia could see it. But then again who knew what he was thinking about? Devyn's thoughts shifted quickly. His mind was always working. Planning, observing, making calculations, this and that. Work, work, work, and lots of play. Playing and killing. Playing and feeding. Yum. He bit his lip. He kept himself from having his sudden outbursts. Those weren't rare. They always happened. As much as a gentleman as Devyn now was, a slight insanity came to him as well. Red... It was such a pretty color. He hopped to paint the whole world red one day. One day... by his own hands. Dead bodies. Dead skinless, bloody bodies. He bit his lip harder and his body trembled again against Avia. He knew Avia was used to these types of actions.

I begged you to pull me through I couldn’t get out from under

He managed a chuckle. One that came from the back of his throat. The red scene was still playing in his mind. He could even hear the song of doom playing his head. Mark Mancina's Diva. The soft Opera played over and over in his head, while in the mean time he turned to his darling poppet and smiled. "Where is it you'd like to eat, mon amour?" He said. His voice was low. Low because he was trying to keep himself together. Trying to keep it together instead of tearing apart every civilian that passed him. It was low so that he could control the violet shuddering. Removing his arms off of Avia, but still with the parasol in his hands he closed his oceanic blues, and a calming breath came out. The shaking stopped for the moment that is and his gaze returned to Avia.

I took the fall. I took it all. Last night was just an illusion.

A there was a sudden hatred that filled his eyes. He hated her. Hated Avia, yet he still respected her. What in the ******** was up with that? Avia did little things constantly that had pissed him off. For one there was that mute girl. Elli. Elli something. Something because he didn't remember her last name. Avia and her. Jesus Christ! A soft tremble to his body now. He took Avia's hand and made her fingers curl around the crook handle before slipping out from under the little thing. His hair would shield his eyes, since that was the most sensitive thing about him. He put a little gapping distance between him and her, and marched along beside Avia. Elli... How dare Avia. Damn her. Damn her to the deepest and blackest pit of hell. He hopped her soul rotted. But of course he didn't let that show. He could only act nothing but sweet and polite to her. After all. He made her like this. The responsibility always managed to come back and smack him in the face. How wonderful.

Cut me, I bleed. Feel me in need. I finally broke in the pressure..

What I'm Wearing Right Now

[Grindcore Lullaby]

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Fα∂їηɢ Frїεη∂

Avril Sina Moon Manson

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Tanto Tempo Fa Un Uccello

Once, a long time ago, lived the fatal bird, Chromaggia.

Fatale Di Nome Chromaggia

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Relax.. Relax. Relax?! Avia was facing a fear that had put her in therapy; Small enclosed spaces. She could almost feel her throat closing up with anxiety at the very thought of it. The soft thud of her wedged heels against the floor grew distant, as the anxiety built up in her mind with every step closer they took. Her hands were shaky; Her whole body was. Though Devyn's arm draped over her shoulders, she could still sense the choking feeling that the small enclosed elevator gave her. Avia let herself be drawn closer to his side as they stepped in, though watching the metal doors so seamlessly slide shut. She could feel her throat shutting; Her mind swirling around like a manic tornado, before finally going blank. She closed her eyes and shrank against Devyn's side, her breathing growing quick and fast; Short little gasps of air slipping from her lips and just barely making it back in. It was a miniature panic attack; Something that happened in some way or another every time they entered this godforsaken elevator. She calmed her mind, and then her breathing quickly; Though her hand slipped into Devyn's, taking it in a death grip that was probably no more than a small pinch for the boy. Her hands seemed small in comparison to his; Her everything was small, compared to Devyn. His 6'1 was intimidating to her 5'6.5, and somehow she managed to love every inch of it.

"Comparisons are easily done once you've had a taste of

perfection."

Avia let herself be pushed out of the elevator with ease; She let the very parasol slip from her stray hand and the gentle popping noise it made as Devyn popped it open seemed to ring in her ears. Her grip on his hand lightened as they stepped into the sunlight, causing her to shudder and roll her shoulders. While a few drops of sunlight came through the lace of the parasol and caressed her pale skin; It was a warm feeling. Not quite burning, as one would expect in full light; Just a slightly distorted one. Like being under a light bulb kind of warmth. It was one of Avia's few pleasures in this new life; Feeling the droplets of sun against her fair flesh was.. Nice. She let her grip slip on Devyn's hand just a little more, though she could feel him shuddering at her side. She had slightly better control over herself; Only slightly. For it seemed every person that passed her on the way to the lot tantalized her taste. Their scents dancing delicately in her nose; Deliberately tempting and teasing her with their veins. Damned meat puppets, they just walked around going on with their lives, as if nothing was a big deal. The thought rushed her; She could simply take down one of these little passer-by's before he even knew what hit him; Her petite form raking over his flesh, stealing the very blood that flowed so easily through his veins in one deft blow. But she was teasing herself with such devious thoughts; Avia shook her head and pushed them aside.

"Fatal, Chromaggia."

Just as Devyn pushed her aside in that moment. Wrapping her fingers forcefully around the curved handle of her parasol, and disengaging himself. She could feel her heart dropping in her chest like a stone in a well that no longer brought water. She felt herself drop into step with him even as it seemed he sped up. She could still feel his question on her tongue; Her answer lingering in her mouth another moment until she stepped back next to Devyn, just not quite as close. "Blood Bank.. My car." She murmured, nudging him towards her car. Avia would keep her distance; Let him cool off. It seemed that the hate was nearly radiating off of him in waves and some part of her knew that all that hate, all that rage was directed at her too. He would cool off eventually, as he always did. Avia had her moments too. It was queer, how she could go from being so tempted by him, to hating his very being with her every ounce. Oh god; How frustrating! Men were always like that; Ticking time bombs. Kind of like women on their periods, only that was suppressed to a week; Men seemed to be like this all the time. But that was silly; All people were like that.. Right? Even vampires got moody every once in a while.

"Thinking of you; If you were the one who was spending the night, oh I wish that I was looking into your eyes."

Avril easily maneuvered Devyn towards her small Black Nissan Coupe, the doors easily opening to reveal the red leather interior. She tossed the keys to him as she easily slid into the passenger seat; Giving him the right to drive, let out a little frustration. Se closed her door quickly, buckling in - as if she needed to! Hello, immortal here! - Though crashing would suck; She had paid for the car herself. She popped a small black iPhone from her bag, sliding her finger across the lock bar easily and opening a new text. The title read "Elli" as her sending note.

@ Elli :
Mon adore,
have you acquired a dress yet?
I might be able to get one befitting
of your style today if you haven't.
Don't forget about The Last Sunrise,
along with a mask. I could take care
of that too, if needed.

Chromaggia.

She let the tip of her fingers dance along the small flat keyboard, pressing out the message quickly, and pressing send. And off it went! Flying through the telephone lines. Avia tucked the small phone back into her bag, and let the bag down gently at her feet. She flipped open the above illuminated mirror, touched at the gloss on her lips and slid it shut. She wiped the tip of her finger against her dress, and sighed. The black tinted windows didn't let much light in, or out. It was one of the few comforts of being a vampire; Tinted windows became a necessity. Key slid into the ignition, and off they went! Avia turned on the radio, finding a random rock station to fiddle with; Devyn was bound to change it later if he wasn't happy with her selection; Whatever..

How much it hurt to see you go. How badly I need you now.

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So bugging his brother had to be one of the top things he liked to do known to man. The first one being sleeping, and the second one being sleeping. Of course he loved one form of ‘sleeping’ more than the other. But he was in no mood to clarify which of the two he liked more, after all, it should’ve been blatantly obvious with the perversion of his that engulfed his mind long ago.. He couldn’t go more than fifteen minutes without cracking some innuendo to human sexes, sexual preferences, and anything that dealt with the three letter word that just happened to mean six in Latin. ‘There is no other word better than that word in the English… or any language…’ Thought the rebellious one while he was making his way to his brother’s room. He really didn’t think his brother would be mad at him for his antics. After all he was the wilder of the two and was prone to do things that could easily kill him if he made a mistake. Not that he cared it just added to the adrenaline rush he’d be experiencing. The only times he wouldn’t do something drastically stupid would be if his brother was against… Okay, well in all truth it would make him want to do it even more, it just depended on how his brother worded it…

So when he did finally get to where Addison was he thought he did a better job at waking up his brother than the alarm clock had for him. When he sat on the rim of his brother’s bed he really hadn’t expected the thanks he got for waking him up… Okay so he’d be lying through his teeth if he said he thought his brother was going to bow at his feet in thankful praise. But still! Gone and accused him of eating the cake... Which he did but still..? “Dude not cool! We can buy a new one!” He interjected before his brother went on to shove his hand against Keaton’s face. ‘It’s only the mornin’…’ Keaton thought as he preceded to cross his arms, as best he could, and roll his eyes. Luckily his brother moved off him and Keaton moved to push himself up. It caused an eye roll while he adjusted his position to sit with his legs spread out in a bit of a ‘V’ just close enough so he could tap the top of his left foot with the top of his right foot and vice versa. He was childlike in a sense, after all he couldn’t really recall the last time he went to school it was before his parents’ died he knew that much. And despite the fact he liked to see how many holes in a wall he could make, he did have his moments. Moments… those were so rare the few people who might actually noticed them would be his brother or the people who were still in a right frame of mind after he finished… He wouldn’t call it ‘making love’ since it wasn’t really love to him. But after he finished sexing people someone might be able to catch a glimpse of childish innocence about him. Not that Keaton personally would notice it though others possibly could…

“I dunno I just threw te shitty invites around…” Keaton scoffed out, “Mhm… That’d suck for yah if only one was tah come… They’d get all ******** and dead and s**t… For yah at least.” He commented on the question of people to come. It didn’t bother him since Addison would probably say the same thing too… Only with a different vocabulary of sorts. Keaton ducked his head down a bit as as he scratched the back of his head.. Looking at his brother was almost like looking at a mirror. They were the same height and being that he was the unexpected of the two Keaton didn’t get much… Maybe it’s because the machines weren’t as good as they are now that they didn’t know he was in there… Right? Well he wouldn’t know his IQ increase over the years came to a halt and the only smarts he had to brag about was blowing s**t up. It worked for him though and he wasn’t going to complain… He also knew how too effectively kill people same as his brother, only he knew how to get the job done quick. He didn’t understand why his brother always took so long but he wasn’t going to care about it now; After all, his brother’s plan for the party seemed too intricate and a waste of time. Why talk with people and get to know them a bit if you’re just going to end up killing them off in the end? It made no sense. Yet he wasn’t going to question it tonight. It was too late to question after all the party was to be held tonight it was out of the question to cancel it on such short notice. That much he knew.

Keaton was fiddling around with a strand of hair it wasn’t till he turned back towards him that Addison received all of the taller twin’s attention… Well most of it, “You say so...” He rolled his eyes about his brother’s room before letting his gaze return to the smarter twin. “I really didn’t notice that when I skull ******** the dead b***h yesterday.” He said sarcastically. He really wanted to leave this place. As fun as a rundown hotel was it didn’t beat the human interaction that went on outside its walls. All Keaton knew was he wanted to find a hot chick, and flirt with her… Or at least something within those lines. He bit his lip in anticipation, ‘Hell yeah today’s gonna be a ******** day!’ Maybe his twisted expression relieved the thoughts swirling about in his head. Maybe it didn’t. Either way his brother most likely than not could assume what his brother was thinking just because they’d been together since before, and after, birth. Some people believed it formed a connection among twins that most people couldn’t comprehend. It seemed so, after all you can get to the point where you can assume just by a certain gesticulation what was going through their minds at the time. “So what are you getting at by the way...?” Keaton just had to ask his brother.

I want dominationWhoaWhoaWhoa
I want your submissionWhoaWhoaWhoaWhoa
I see you’re not resistingWhoaWhoaWhoaWhoaWhoa
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WhoaWhoaWhoaWhoaWhoaI’ve got a jet black heart
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you can never say never
why we don't know when

e v e l y n ingrid d e l a n e y
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Evelyn had gotten up this morning as she had done over the past years. She usually took the time to go jogging outside, and it never mattered what the weather was like outside either. Today, she had gone for a nice jog in the warm August air. The point of her jogging was not to just stay healthy, even though she did consider herself a slight health freak, it was more towards the point of discipline. She had a rather rigid outlook on life, but Evelyn chalked that up to what she considered her side job. Her family had been vampire hunters since the beginning of time, well close enough, and she was just another person to follow in her ancestor's footsteps. She had always looked at life a little differently. To her, the world was divided into vampires and non-vampires. The vampires were all supposed to die, and the non-vampires were the ones that needed to be saved. Of course it was a very limited point of view, but there was really no other way that she could express her life. That was how she had seen herself since her parents thought she was ready to take on their burden along with them. A more introspective and emotional person would probably think back on their life and wonder if it was all worth it. Evelyn was anything but emotional. She had accepted her life as it was, and she never really thought about anything more than that. Wasn't it a good thing already that she was riding the world of blood-sucking parasites that weren't mosquitoes? She knew she had the intelligence level to do higher thinking or whatever the society considered productive, like a doctor or lawyer or some other pencil pushing idiot. Vampire hunting was also a high intelligence level type of job, it's was just too unorthodox for most people to stomach. Actually, most people didn't know vampires truly existed, and Evelyn highly doubted that anyone would be believe her if she told them. It was a more seeing in believing type of deal, although you had to be pretty lucky to survive that believing session.

Rounding the corner, Evelyn found herself back at her house. She had been jogging for about an hour, so she was pretty much sore by the time that she got in the house. Evelyn trudged up the staircase, trying to ignore the fact that her legs really didn't want to walk anymore, and went into the bathroom. She was planning to spend a couple of minutes soaking in the hot water, hoping that she didn't fall asleep in it. As amazing as she regarded herself, Evelyn was prone to being human at least half of the time. Unfortunately for her, the short bath that she wanted took a lot longer than she had planned. However, she considered it a success nonetheless as she was wide awake by the time she stepped out. The bathroom was full of vapors and felt like a sauna. If her parents had wandered in, as her mother was apt to do, they'd probably complain about her wasting the gas money. Of course, her parents weren't there, and Evelyn for once in her life didn't care. The heat felt good, even if it was rather hot outside, and her muscles weren't as sore as they were before. Jogging for an hour with only sporadic and small breaks wasn't good health and stamina wise, but it was a good workout none the less. She dried her hair with a towel for a couple of seconds before deciding that the hot air could dry it much better than she could ever. "Evelyn, breakfast." Evelyn was slightly curious as to why her mother as calling her down. Usually they just trusted her nose to tell her when to come down to eat, as her parents weren't the dependent type of people. Evelyn wasn't either so it worked out for both groups. Of course, since she was a little curious as to why her parents were being what other people would probably label as nice, she ran down the stairs. It was actually easier to run down the stairs than walk down. Probably had to do with gravity or whatever. She rounded into the kitchen, seeing that her parents were both still at the table. "What happened?" Evelyn took her seat at the table where toast was already laid out for her. Her eyebrows raised at the gesture, finding her parents' actions slightly peculiar.

Evelyn knew her parents knew that she was suspecting something. It wasn't any of the bad suspicious, but there was something in the air. "You great grandfather sent you something to do. It seems someone tipped us about a party, we left the information in your room." That wasn't anything unusual. Her great grandfather was the one that told her what vampires to hunt down or whatnot. "Is that all?" Evelyn thought that something bad had happened if they were babying her like that. She had taken countless jobs for her grandfather. This was nothing. "You know, I was expecting something bad to happen." She didn't catch the glances that her parents exchanged. "Well darling, we don't think this is bad, but we thought you would think it was bad. You see, you're not doing this alone." Evelyn didn't have to wait for her parents to finish the sentence or even attempt to finish it. She knew full well who would be tagging along with her, and she didn't like it one bit. "Does he seriously have to come? I mean, relations wise, I know he's family, and I don't have a problem with that, but seriously? Have you seen him in the field? I get hurt saving him more than I get hurt doing the job." It was frustrating. She had nothing against Felix. He was nice, innovative, and a huge pansy. Their first mission together, she had no idea what she was getting herself into. She ended up having to save both of their asses, and she nearly lost hers in the process. Everything else that followed happened the exact same way. Evelyn appreciated the fact that he was really trying his hardest to work well with her, but he was just failing quite epicly. She wondered if it would be more useful for her to just leave him standing on a corner, wait for the vampire to come, and then attack them before Felix could get bitten or anything like that. It would probably work more often than his plans. Evelyn encouraged his planning mostly due to the fact that she hoped that with practice he would get better. Maybe it was just her, but sometimes, she thought he was getting worse. Her facial expression must have given her away. "You just have to give him a chance. He started late." It wasn't the fact that he started late. He wasn't fitted for the job. "Hopefully he learned something useful since last time."

Evelyn walked back up the stairs to change from her home clothes. Then she'd probably have to talk to Felix about the things he can and can't do. He was just so aggravating sometimes, but she was trying to help him as much as she can. She didn't want to see him get hurt, her aunt would be livid, but that was a rather daunting and difficult task. Maybe if she made some kind of diagram he would understand. Reaching her room, Evelyn looked at the post-it posted on her desk. There was some kind of party, and it was supposedly run by vampires. Well, whatever worked for them. Evelyn just needed something to do. She grabbed her phone as she started to walk toward her closet. There was a message from Felix, and he needed something to do as usual. Hopefully he was studying up, but if he was bored, maybe he wasn't. She searched through her closet for something suitable to wear while texting slowly with the other hand.
get ready i'm coming over
we've got a party to crash tonight
She sent it as she got out a pair of jeans and a top. She thought that was good enough for a party. Maybe. It wasn't like she was going to spend a long time getting ready though. She had to head over to Felix and then inform him of what was going to happen.

[II M o m o J o m o II]

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τнє нєαяτвяσкєи ʟσvєя ;; τнє вєαυτιғυʟ ʟιαя ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ♥

xoxoxoxoxoxHoney if you only knew, every night I'm watching you...

Devyn Maliik Pessoaxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

You tear me down, and then you pick me up. You take it all, and still it’s not enough.

The car roared to life and Devyn eased out of the parking space and onto the road. His hands took the steering wheel firmly and his foot pushed the petal and off the two went. Where they were going to eat on the other hand? The Blood bank. He was famished, but he'd last through the day without it before he'd actually get irritated(-er). Thank god for the windows in the car. Dark as they were. Protected the lovely Devyn from the "suns harmful rays" His baby blues scaned the streets, the people, even the little cracks on the sidewalks. (His eyes were that sharp). The car drove smoothly. He liked Avia's car, but preferred to drive in his own. But he couldn't argue. No. he wouldn't bother arguing. It wasn't worth him time. And he sure had a hell of time over him. As he came to a light he stopped, turned his head, and his blue orbs looked at the blond girl. "Drink a lot today. 'Gotta keep your strength up," he said with a smile. A smile that never reached his eyes or his cold heart.

You try to tell me. You can heal me, but I’m still bleeding, and you’ll be the death of me.

"Promise me... You won't die tonight. Alright?" He turned back and faced thed road, while his hand took the gear and squeezed. His muscles flexed, and veins in his arms appeared. He really hadn't woken up in the greatest of great moods. He could hear it crunch and crack a little. He stopped, because he knew if he broke it, he'd have to pay for it later. Wasn't his car after all. Why he had woken up so upset? Because of the dream he had the night before. The damn this was so vivid. So...real? He bit his lip at the though. It was of him and Avia. Like the old times. When he was human, and when they were together. He chuckled a little. Nothing new. Nothing new at all. Avia's white flowing hair, Devyn's raven locks. The sun, the water, the splashing. Devyn had never really been a fan of beaches and pools. Avia just happened to drag him along, as usual. Nothing new. Nothing new at all. She could hear her saying to come in the water and how it felt nice. But heres where it was different. The water turned black and Avia disappeared. She always did in that dream. She vanished and dead bodies. Everywhere. And then he appeared. He always appeared in that dream. He was laughing. laughing and tell him how he was dead, and that once he was dead no one would ever remember him. He was right. The bodies would come to life, crawl up to him and grab him. Grab him and drag him down. Down, down, down into the deepest pit of hell. He could feel hands around his neck. Choking... choking..Dying. He was scared. So scared, Avia's touch when she woke up him, nearly knocked him off the bed. And from then, he never slept.

How can you end my affliction, if you’re the sickness and I’m the cure? Too long I’ve faked this addiction. Another sacrifice to make us pure...

The blood bank was a bit of a distance from their apartment. But with the way Devyn drove, it took them a good 20 minutes. He pulled out phone and checked the time. It was still early. He went around and parked under a tree near the sidewalk and stepped out. Being the gentleman he was, he went around the side and helped his darling Avia out of the car. He took parasol from her lap, popped it open and took her hand, pulling her gracefully out of the vehicle. His arm wrapped around her and led the darling blond into the tall Victorian building. "You look lovely today, Sin," he said gently into her ear. His voice was a sweet as candy. Hoping it would make her melt inside. (That was the natural effect it had on girls, aside from his looks. I mean not to be conceited or anything.) The hand on her shoulder fiddled with a lock of blond hair before moving up and holding the back of her head. Devyn turned her so that her face was facing his. His lips only inches from hers, his baby blues looking softly into her eyes as they walked. "I should have matched with you today. We would have looked cute.' He smiled and released her. Teased her. He lip her lips quiver. Made them want his. Made her want everything.

You know I can never prove this solution. You aren’t the one that I thought you were. And so I learn to embrace this illusion. The line that separates. It starts to blur

Sliding doors opened for the two, and a gust of wind blew his ebony hair back. Just as soon as it went back it fell into place. He closed the parasol, and hooked it to Avia's purse before going to the front desk and signing the two names in. Devyn Pessoa. Avril Manson. The woman at the front desk eyed him and he smiled politely and returned to his white queen. He looked at Avia. What if she had died tonight? Like in his dream? What if she was gone forever? He sighed and pushed the thought away for later. There were two empty seats in a corner, and he lead her towards it and sat. Devyn sighed and sunk into the chair. Taking a comfortable position and crossing his leg over his lap.

[II M o m o J o m o II]

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I know that you really wanna go. xo My mind is runnin' outta gas just relax & recap & replasexo Tonight, my body's jumpin'

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Addison turned to his brother, pulled him up from his jacket and dragged him into the kitchen. Keaton sure as hell knew how to piss his brother off. "I don't have ******** time to buy another," the brother mumbled. And he was right. He didn't have time. He was too god damn busy with hoping everything would go well, and that everyone who was supposed to come was there. If everything wasn't perfect tonight he'd flip. Flip like... I don't know. He'd FLIP! He fixed his hat and dragged his brother some more. For once, he'd actually woken up in a rather... pleasant mood. It was usually, his brother jumping on his back, asking him for something stupid, or his brother jumping on his back telling him to wake the hell up in ridiculous accents that Keaton knew of course would piss his brother off for sure. He sighed. Stress. No! He couldn't be stressed. He didn't want to loose his hair. A small chuckle managed to escape his lips. "So you threw randoms invites around?" he shook his head and released his brothers shirt. "I swear Keep, you're so careless. But then again that's what makes you who you are. 'Gotta love your Rebel." As much as his brother annoyed him to death, he loved the kid. Love the kid with his life. So much that he swore if anything happened to Keaton, God forbid, he'd make every last soul on the reached, disgusting Earth suffer. Suffer till... who knows what.


"Sharp like an edge of a samurai sword. The mental blade cut through flesh and bone. Though his mind's at peace, the world out of order. Missing the inner heat, life gets colder."


He turned to his brother when he realized what Keaton had said about skull ********. "Are you okay? I mean like are you normal? Is there any bit of normality in you?" Addie laughed. "Skull ******** bitches? I swear you do some of the weirdest s**t." Addie was very well amused with. Very amused. His normality even a word? Wait, why in the hell am I asking you?" He stuffed his hands into his pocket as a huge grin on his face appeared but then suddenly dropped when his stomach decided to make the oddest sound. A sound that meant 'Feed me Keaton.' He still never answered his brothers' last question. Keaton was a kid. Pure at heart, nothing but a kid. A Kiddy, kid, kid. Who... just so happened to like killing things. To be honest, when they happened to be fighting, Addison liked to sit back and watch his brother. He watched the way his brother moved, the way his muscles flexed when he was bashing their skull in. Getting serious blows to the face, and stomach, and legs. He wondered why his brother wasn't so sore in the morning. Then the though of what they were came to mind and he smiled. He was nothing compared to his brother. Nothing at all. Addison and Keaton. Keat, Keeper, Rebel, Ridiculous, Violent, Insane, Addison's brother. His oh so loving brother. Addison turned to him again and pounced. Not to hard. Not hard enough to send him flying back. But good enough to get him in a headlock while he was at it.



A freelancer. A battle cry of a hawk make a dove fly and a tear dry. Wonder why a lone wolf don't run with a clan..."


Grumble Grmuble said his stomach. Addison pulled Keaton out of the playful headlock and glared at him. "Feed me Keap. NOW. I'm hungry," said Addison's adorable little whiny voice that he knew got on his brother's nerves. "Feed me or I won't forgive you for eating the cake after I warned you THREE ******** times last night not to eat it. That b***h was Twenty-Four God damn dollars to buy." Addison sighed and slapped his forehead. "And of course my idiot brother just had to eat it." The twin raise his hands in the air as though he were praying to the Gods. Not that he was religious or anything, because Addison for a fact didn't believe in the "religion" mumbo jumbo crap. Religions were man made, because human's had nothing better to do with their lives. He sighed and flicked his brothers' nose. "Get too it, Monsieur Chef," he teased in French.


"Only trust your instincts and be one with the plan"

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Constantly, we dance in sheets... xo It feels so right to be so wrong... xo Normal love set aside. Leave your ♥ at the bedside...

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[Grindcore Lullaby]

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Avril Sina Moon Manson

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Tanto Tempo Fa Un Uccello

Once, a long time ago, lived the fatal bird, Chromaggia.

Fatale Di Nome Chromaggia

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"Drink a lot today. 'Gotta keep your strength up," Ugh! He made her feel like such a child sometimes! Sure. Avia was small; Thus people may have thought that she looked childlike. But beneath her small stature, she was a blooming young.. Vampiress. Woman. Vampire. Woman. It was a constant battle with the girl. She might have been stuck at a solid 5'6, but that was okay. What wasn't okay? The feeling of Devyn's baby blue's staring her down. Avia felt like shrinking down and disappearing under Devyn's gaze. It made her feel small; Worthless. How many times had she felt like this! Like a bug under a microscope with him, under constant observation and critique. It made her want to unstrap her belt, run out of the car, and run screaming through the sunlight. Even as her very being burned beneath her. It was sickening to Avia how much Devyn effected her life. Sure, she could move on. Meet a boy. Hold his hands. Kiss him. Grow infatuated. Fall in love. ******** him. Grow cross with him. Break up. And what would she do after that? Run back to Devyn. He was her security. Her solid ground. Avia had shared so much of herself with him that it almost seemed surreal. She had shared blood, sweat, and tears with him. Her stories of family and friends; Her fears, and what made her get up to face every morning. She shared her mind, body, and soul with him. And even if he wasn't her first, he was her.. Most treasured. Her first time had been a shocking event, not worthy of wasted breath. Though she may have hated the man with her very being, she still had a.. Spark for him. A spark of hate, that was.

"Sometimes I wanted to cry, cause the people on TV were not quite the way we were.."

Avril let her head lay back against the seat, and she drew her knees up. Her shoes slipped off and thudded to the floor, and she smoothed out her dress beneath her small palms. She rested her chin on her knees, feeling the whisper of breath slide from her lips. Avril felt small. Tiny. Minuscule. Under that gaze; It brought up so many emotions in her, there were too many to count. Though at his utterance of that nights events; She shuddered. What if she did die? What if she wasn't fast enough.. Strong enough? How many times had she heard that? That she wasn't strong enough to get through something. Her shoulders pulled forward; She could already feel the tears welling around her eyes. Threatening to spill down her cheeks. No, not over that nights events, but over the memories that were churning in her mind. Seeing his body being lowered into the ground.. Haunted her every movement. Avia's brother had died when she had turned 18; Simply a few days after her birthday. Avril defiantly wiped tears from her cheeks and sighed. She still didn't turn her eyes to meet Devyn; Though the sound of a crack echoed through her mind; Though she didn't really care about it. How many times had she damaged her own car, when she had fits? Too many times to count, honestly. She felt her eyes lift, only to gaze out the window. Still barely daring to turn to Devyn. "I..I'll try. Promise.."Promises. How many of those had she made in her life? One too many for her taste.. She had made promises to her family to stay on the right path. Promises to her team mates to always be there. Promises to her dead brother.. To stay sane inside insanity. And now a promise to Devyn, to stay alive. But of all the promises she had made, two stood out. The one to Mykiel to stay sane. How hard was that going to be, now that she was immortal? Avia would strive to do her best to keep her promises; The second? Devyn's. To stay.. Alive. Well, breathing. We're vampires really alive? Something for her to ponder later. She would do her best, as she always did. Avril was the kind of girl in life who wanted to please almost everybody; And when she couldn't, she tore herself up inside about it. Though she came off as unforgiving or.. bitchy, she wasn't underneath all those layers of skin. People knew her as cold; The small fair girl posing as a cheerleader. Little Miss Perfect. They obviously didn't know what went on behind closed doors.

"Because the best things happen behind closed doors."

Avia had stopped her silly bout of crying before they stopped. As much as she missed Mykiel, it was silly to cry over him. She had watched him being lowered into the ground shortly - days! - after her eighteenth; And she had vowed to herself to get all her tears out then and there. Apparently, she was wrong. One never stopped mourning over a death that hit so close to home; Because nothing effected one more. Avia let her legs down as Devyn pulled into a shady spot, sliding her feet back into the small peep toe blue wedge shoes; And let herself be pulled out by Devyn. As much as he was changing; She was too. Avril slid out easily in his grasp; Letting the parasol slide from her hand before she even had the chance to open it. They had only gotten a few steps, before Avia felt his hand on her back, and slowly making it's way up. "Thank you; And I will admit. You look rather sleek today, too." She murmured, easily falling into step at his side. The feeling of his hand against her upper back was something she was all too used to. The cuff against her neck reminded her of her father; He always had a tendency to do that. And then when he pulled her aside again; A hand cradling her as he turned her, till they faced each other. His face so close to hers, she could smell his cologne. And his to her perfume. The scent she had chosen for the day was something that would match tonight. Dangerous, though still faint against her natural scent. Naturally she wore something light and rosy. Mixing it with her perfume was something that could draw a human to her; It was alluring, different. Something she was testing, playing with her chemistry set. She could feel a smile working its way over her lips at his comment, and she shook her head; A small slight laugh making its way past her lips. She knew that voice; Knew it all too well. "Oh Devyn, don't be so coy. You could have easily matched me, had you wanted to.. But. I wonder how much they'd let me donate, given my height and weight.." It was stupid of her to think she could so easily turn the conversation around; Devyn had been first annoyed with her, and then pissed at her. And now, forgiving? Mood swings, even boys got them! Silly as it seemed, it happened.

"And let the doors open, let the demons out!"

The air blew the hair away from her face as they pushed in to the clinic, immediately met with bright florescent lights; And the ever strong smell of antiseptic. Oh, the joys of clinics. Avril followed Devyn to the desk, letting him sign them both in as she collected all the forms they'd need to donate. You know, all that good stuff. Like name, age, date of birth; Blood type.. Previous injuries; Traveling and your sex life. The things you never told anyone, but these people got to know in full detail. Avia grabbed two clip boards - the ones with the little chained on pens that reminded her so much of banks, and headed off with Devyn in the lead. She had put all the papers together on their clipboards, and let one fall into Devyn's lap as she began working on hers. All the usual fell into place. Name : Avril Sina Moon Manson. Age : 21. DoB : Feburary 15, 1988, and Blood Type : AB. She moved on to the questions about her sex life, how she was feeling; Any new cuts and lacerations. The thought made her giggle. Did being turned into a vampire effect that? Probably not.. She hoped. She went on, shaking her head occasionally and checking off no's for the most part. She signed on the Blood Donation consent line, and let the clipboard sit in her lap. Pen resting on top; Done.

"But sometimes, they don't quite need to come out; Unrestrained, they rule the world."


Avril let her head rest on Devyn's shoulder, letting a sigh slip easily from her lips. Everyone in that room was a temptation, and her will was far from iron. The very smell was like something out of a dream. Or a nightmare, depending on which way one interpreted it. But then again, they were the stuff of nightmares anyway, so what did it matter? Avril perked up when a woman in the simple white lab coat came out; A clipboard in her hand, wielded like some sort of mock shield. She definitely stood taller than Avia, but everyone did. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a formally tight ballet bun that Avia almost envied, because she could never wear her hair like that without it being messy. She called out their names in sync. "Pessoa, Devyn and Manson, Avril. This way, please." Avril snagged the clip board out of her lap, and hooked her arm with Devyn's, tugging him along with her as she followed the young female through the whitewashed halls, down to an empty room. "Devyn, that smell is starting to make me light headed.."She whispered, just low enough for him to hear; Not quite loud enough for human ears. The scent of antiseptic was going to her head; It had seemed to get stronger when the woman in the coat had pulled them into one of the rooms. Avia slid easily into one of the tilted back chairs when the woman showed them the room they would be in; Letting Devyn fall into the chair next to hers. The perky brunette flashed the duo a smile, muttering something about a doctor coming in soon and shut the door behind her.

"So let the human die, and let the monster rise!"

Avril turned to Devyn, pinching the bridge of her nose a moment before shaking her head. "Are we gonna make a run for it now, or after they stick us..?" Avril would leave that decision to Devyn; She had picked the place, he got to choose all the moves. She had let the Parasol lean against the chair, and her bag sitting in her lap. She twisted a bit of her hair around her finger, and sighed. Her eyes trailing from one medical poster to the other.

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