°:::_____иатurаl воrи кillегs • Lit. - Adv.

[Putzig]

These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume.

Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene VI








Greeting fellow roleplayers, this is ` Elektro Shock welcoming you to °:::_____иатurаl воrи кillегs, a Vampire-based rolplay created by yours truly. Unlike most vampire roleplays in the forums, this one shall be advanced to literate, therefor I don't want people send me profiles that only consist of one-sentence roleplay examples. Also, this is going to be a vampire slash human romance roleplay, however I am going to preform a twist on the whole Vampire and human pairing everyone is so used to. Well, at least try to. This is going to be a fantasy roleplay set in our modern time. So please review the roleplay, and watch the story slowly unfold itself. <3



N a t u r a l B o r n K i l l e r s


o1. Introduction | o2. The Story | o3. Rules | o4. Explanation on Characters | o5. Characters | o6. Applications |
| o7. Question and Answers | o8. News - Updates | o9. Links In | 1o. Reserved

[Putzig]

The forbidden fruit of love is ripe and plentiful
The mystery and magic surrounds and abounds
Every step, every breath, draw us ever nearer
To the reality of a dream, one we never surrendered


How funny that the heart should now skip
Having beat in perfect rhythm for well over four decades
Funny too that knees so strong and sturdy now collapse repeatedly

Fears, doubts, anguish, pain all wash away with one look
Eyes telling the story of many who have traversed this path before us
Forbidden love, not to be denied, sworn to secrecy by it's very nature
Lips sealing the fate of two lovers lost in rapture

For this moment in time, to hell with the consequences
Let the arms of passion encircle the desirous creatures
Thrusting the waves of pleasure to the shores of the lover's souls
Releasing the yearnings anchored so long in empty hearts

Fertilizing the fantasies with a brimming over dose of reality
Changes not one moment of desire or pursuit thereof
Anonymous to all except themselves, hidden yet sated

The sunset of loneliness is brilliant once more


(copyright 2004) Rose Limongi




What if you can find love in the eyes of a heartless? What if you feel comfort in the arms of cold iron? What if you allow darkness to caress your figure? Do you find pleasure when he sinks his glistening fangs into your smooth flesh? Do you flutter your eyes closed and moan as he k i l l s your once innocent soul?

It is Febuary 11, 2oo7. It is the start ot a new year and new beginnings, and it is the month of love. Humans go on with life as if nothing has changed and nothing ever will, and they go one with their lives in blissfull ignorance of the creatures that live right under their noses. The creatures that dwell in the darkness and purrs in their ears at night, enchant them with pleasant spells and draw them near and into the ambyss where they shall be drained. We call these creatures vampires, or vampyres; mythological or folkloric creatures, typically held to be the re-animated corpses of human beings and said to subsist on human and/or animal blood (hematophagy) at night. Little that we humans know, vampires don't have to travel at night in order to suck the blood of the living flesh, this is only a myth, along with many other things about them. However many things are the same with them. For example, their appearances, as always, are crushingly, breath-takingly beautiful, and their diet, of course, is the same. They can either feed on human blood or animals. This is were the gangs come into play.

Contre L'homme and Pour Chaud Sang are both gangs only for vampires. Contre l'homme is french fo "Against Human", this group consist of vampires that are against the human race and only think of them as cattle. They will only feed on humans, however they are every cautious with their actions, for they are afraid of being caught. Pour Chaud Sang, french for "For Warm Blood", is a gang of vampires who belive humans are friendly, and rather not feed on them. Instead, these type of vampires drink the blood of animals. These two gangs have been in battle for years, Contre L'homme tells the group of Pour Chaud Sang that they are nothing but betrayers and fools if they think that humans will think of them differently just because they don't feast on their blood, humans will always think of them as freaks and will one day try and destroy them all so it is best that they act now, come together and fight as brothers and sisters of the night. Meanwhile, Pour Chaud Sang tells them that they can make a difference, if they show humans that they can behave themselves as civilized creatures they will know longer have to hid in the darkness, they can become equal and no longer have to be afraid of telling people of what they trurly are. The only reason why humans are afraid of them is because they act like monsters, being a vampire doesn't necessarily mean that they have to be a monster. The group of Contre L'homme always tries to lure in humans with their dazzling features, and before they even get to taste their preys' blood someone or a group of Pour Chaud Sang will save the mortal, creating an outraged frustration for Contre L'homme. Sometimes, the vampires of Contre L'homme will suceed in having their way with the humans, making their foes even more angry. Contre L'homme wants vengence, but Pour Chaud Sang only wants peace. Alas, neither of the group has been able to completely overthrow the other, and they still are fighting as of today, mainly in New York City, Brooklyn. Here, the fights between these two groups are more frequent, because vampires mostly settle in this area.

To add to the conflict above, there are the forbidden fruits. The forbidden fruits is a certain group of females that contains the blood that calls out to a vampire, any kind vampire. If it's not their blood, it's their scent which contains a fresh yet addicting smell. The females of the forbidden fruits are very, very beautiful, possibly even more beautiful than vampires. But here's the thing, they're nothing but humans. Pour Chaud Sang are mostly looking out for these humans, because they play an important part in peace between vampires and humans. However, Contre L'homme will do anything just to taste the blood of the forbidden fruit, even if it means hurting their own kind.

So, ladies and gentlemen, our story begins with the main six characters in all of the groups in Contre L'homme, Pour Chaud Sang, and alas, the ever desiring forbidden fruits. They all live in or around a small, and pleasent area in New York, NY in New York County, and they all enroll into the school, John V. Lindsay Wildcat Academy Charter School. As our story of forbidden love goes on, we question eagerly: Will the forbidden fruits willingly fall into the enchantments of the gangs of Contre L'homme? Or will the peacemakers of Pour Chaud Sang protect them from all harm? Perhaps Contre L'homme will come on the side of Pour Chaud Sang, or maybe it will be the other way around?

[Putzig]

• >> This is an advanced to literate roleplay, so I do expect desent accurate spelling and grammar, creative and interesting posts, not to mention a general post should be several paragraphs. And a nice amount of detail.
  
  
  
• >> Please, if you are an advanced to literate roleplayer act like one. Treat your fellow gaians with maturaty and respect. So try and avoid making comments that might make others angry and cause an arguments.
  
  
• >> I am the thread creator, therefore I have the most power here. If you have any questions or suggestions on the roleplay, please contact me through a private message.
  
  
• >> No killing another character unless I and the character(s)' creator is contacted first, and please don't preform any godmodding. This means I don't want to see perfect characters with god-like powers and / or flawless beauty, it is really annoying. Puppeteering is allowed unless you get the acception of the character(s)' creator.
  
  
• >> Romance is allowed, of course, this is a human / vampire roleplay. However, keep it under PG-13. Cursing is alright, too. But keep it one the low.
  
  
• >> A roleplayer may have as many as three characters, as long as they are able to post a good amount for each and remain constant on posting in the roleplay. However, I probably urge you to play only two characters, for you may become pressured into posting more often if you play anymore.
  
  
• >> This roleplay will be very active, so if you don't think you can post at least once a week then please, don't join. I hate it when someone joins and they don't post in a mere two or three weeks, and if I see this from one roleplay whom has not contacted me giving me at least a good excuse on why they cannot post, you are going to get kicked out. True story, because personally, I'm sick and tired of having good roleplays like this one dying in three to four weeks.
  
  
• >> Please, no chat and / or leet talk in post within the IC thread. You can do it whenever you wish in the out of character thread, but if I see it in the rolepaying thread I will ask you to change it.
  
  
• >> And finally, take pleasure in this roleplay. I don't want to see emo roleplayers roaming around in my IC and OoC threads.

[Putzig]

• >> Vampires: : Creatures that both dazzle yet frighten us. Vampires can be both be sickening and breath-taking. They contain overwehlming charm and are the most attractive beings alive. Vampires have thin pale skin which is very clear and soft. Their features are enhanced and sharper, and they have color changing eyes that depend on their mood. Their voices are alluring and very pretty, and they can excite anyone wthout really even trying. Vampires do not sleep in coffins, matter of fact they cannot sleep and they cannot cry, and they can walk in broad daylight. They are very powerful creatures, however they have more strength during the night. Crosses and silver cannot hurt them, only blessed bullets and holy water. In spite of this, Vampires can heal themselves, but it all depends how fast they can heal themselves. If a blessed bullet thrusts through the heart of a vampire, then they are dead. No questions asked.
  
  
• >> Contre L'homme : French for "Against Human". This is a gang of vampires that are against the human race and have no sympathy towards them. All they want is pleasure and blood, and that is all they will ever want from humans. This group believes that humans only think that they are untamed and disgusting monsters, and they destroy these creatures without even giving them a chance to prove themselve. Thus, they sought for revenge by killing the innocent soul of every human being they croess and giving them the taste of their own devestating lifestyle. These type of vampires are young, dangerous, and determined. They came here to hunt, play, deceive and finally, kill.
  
  
• >> Pour Chaud Sang : French for "For Warm Blood". This is a gang of vampires that try and protect the human race from their blood-lusting brothers and sisters. These vampires believe humans are friendly and trustworthy, and they hope for one day to find peace between their kind and humans. They try to accomplish this by not feeding on human blood, but on animals' blood instead. They try their best to not be the monsters humans believe them to be, and hope that one day they can go up to a human and say, "I'm a vampire" and not be rewarded with a ear-splitting scream or eyes full of hate. However, the Contre L'homme are making this plan difficult because they continue on with their hunt of human flesh. The more Contre L'homme hunt, the more afraid humans will be of their race. Thus, this gang tries their best to guard the humans, especially the Forbidden Fruits.
  
  
• >> Forbidden Fruit : Human females that are so astonishingly beautiful they make your hair rise when they enter a room. Their voices are pretty and musical, their skin is flushed and strikingly soft, their eyes are breath-taking..Everything is so wonderful about them, it's like they are goddesses walking on earth, taunting you, just daring you to try and capture their hearts. However, these groups of girls are very oblivious of their effects on people, expecially vampires. They contain the most sweetest and warm blood, making a vampire weak in their knees for mad blood-lust and pleasure. The Pour Chaud Sang tries their hardest to protect these females, because they beleieve if they try and sheild them from Contre L'homme and both themselves, they will notice that not all vampires are monsters. However, these females, as well of every other human being, don't know of vampires. At least, not now.

[Putzig]

SLOT

Open.

SLOT

Open.

[Putzig]

` Elektro Shock


*** As an advanced and literate roleplayer, I expect profiles to be decent and very detailed. If I spot a few mistakes here and there, that's fine, we all mis-spell a few words. But please, I don't want to see fifty hundred grammer mistakes and typos. Also, the members of Pour Chaud Sang will individually gaurd only one female of the Forbidden fruit.

Finally, I want appearances to be realistic and realistic only. I know it is hard to find real-life pictures, thus I will bless you with wonderful model sites:

NEXT Models | Chadwick Models | Models 1 | DNA Models | Absolue Models | Storm Models | IMG Models










The One Behind it All

» Puppet Master;

There Could be No Other

» Birth Name; First, middle, last
» Age; 16 to 23, If vampire, also type what is your actual age.
» Birth place; Where was your character born? (Optional)
» My thought on the dead / living; What does your character think of vampires / humans?
» Sexuality; Heterosexual, Bisexual, or Homosexual?
» Occupation ;; Student, cashier, waitress, ect.? (Optional)
» Providence; Forbidden Fruit, Pour Chaud Sang, or Contre L`homme?
» Protection; For the vampires of Pour Chaud Sang only. Choose one character from the Forbidden Fruit you would like for your chatacter to gaurd and type it down here.

Beautiful Body, Immortal Soul

» Appearance; At least three paragraphs or, if you really love me, more. Please be decriptive.
» Personality; At least three parahgraphs or, if you love me, more. Please be descriptive.
» Likes; What does your character like? Don't list, tell us why your character likes it. (Example: My character loves to paint because it is relaxing and helps her express her emotions more easily.)
» Dislikes; What does your chatacter dislike? As said above, don't list. Explain why.
» Irresistable; Is there something your character cannot have enough of?
» Quote; Instert favorite quote, here. (Optional)
» Other ; Is there any additional information about your character? (Optional)


» Roleplay example; Don't send me crappy roleplay examples. :/






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[color=] [b]» Puppet Master;[/b] [/color]

[u]There Could be No Other[/u]

[color=] [b]» Birth Name;[/b] [/color] First, middle, last
[color=] [b]» Age;[/b] [/color] 16 [u]to[/u] 23, If vampire, also type what is your actual age.
[color=] [b]» Birth place;[/b] [/color] Where was your character born? (Optional)
[color=] [b]» My thought on the dead / living;[/b] [/color] What does your character think of vampires / humans?
[color=] [b]» Sexuality;[/b] [/color] Heterosexual, Bisexual, or Homosexual?
[color=] [b]» Occupation ;;[/b] [/color] Student, cashier, waitress, ect.? (Optional)
[color=] [b]» Providence;[/b] [/color] Forbidden Fruit, Pour Chaud Sang, or Contre L`homme?
[color=] [b]» Protection;[/b][/color] For the vampires of Pour Chaud Sang only. Choose one character from the Forbidden Fruit you would like for your chatacter to gaurd and type it down here.

[u]Beautiful Body, Immortal Soul[/u]

[color=] [b]» Appearance;[/b] [/color] At least three paragraphs or, if you really love me, more. Please be decriptive.
[color=] [b]» Personality;[/b] [/color] At least three parahgraphs or, if you love me, more. Please be descriptive.
[color=] [b]» Likes;[/b] [/color] What does your character like? Don't list, tell us why your character likes it. ([i]Example:[/i] My character loves to paint because it is relaxing and helps her express her emotions more easily.)
[color=] [b]» Dislikes;[/b] [/color] What does your chatacter dislike? As said above, don't list. Explain why.
[color=] [b]» Irresistable;[/b] [/color] Is there something your character cannot have enough of?
[color=] [b]» Quote;[/b] [/color] Instert favorite quote, here. (Optional)
[color=] [b]» Other;[/b] [/color] Is there any additional information about your character? (Optional)


[color=] [b]» Roleplay example;[/b] [/color] Don't send me crappy roleplay examples. :/[/size][/size][/list][/list]

[Putzig]

• 1. ) Are there special rankings in the vampire gangs?
  
  No, there are not. I was thinking of giving the gangs ranks from strongest to weakest, but then I decided not to.
  
  
• 2. ) Can I join as one of the members of the Forbidden Fruit that knows about the vampires?
  
  No. That just takes away the excitement of the story. The members of the Forbidden Fruit will not know of the vampires untill further on in the roleplay.
  
  
• 3. ) I want to reserve a slot for a certain character, where do I go?
  
  Well, you first have to make sure the spot isn't taken. Then you can either send me a private message asking me to reserve the spot or ask me to over th Out of character thread. (The link is in the first post.)
  
  
• 4. ) Do I send my profile to you or post it in the ooc thread?
  
  Either one is fine for me. However, I would enjoy it more if you sent me your profile through a private message. I tend to lose profiles in ooc threads.
  
  

[Putzig]

• Febuary 22, 2oo7 : In character thread almost complete.
  In character thread is complete! <3
  
  
  

[Putzig]

Made by ` Elektro Shock.

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[Putzig]

REESSSEERVEEED!

[Putzig]

Roleplay starts here.

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The strong rays of the outisde world had illuminated warmly inside the small home through the baby blue curtains of a window. The sun had brushed away the dark shades of night and welcomed all souls to anew day, including this young one in the soft, silken sheets of her bed. There she slumbered, her pale blue eyes so full of life were closed in blissful peace, and her hair spilled over the milky white pillows which comforted her head. Rosy lips that were so plump and kissable were lightly gaped open, allowing the fresh air to be inhaled and exhaled out of her lungs. Cheeks bloomed a childish pink over her unmarred, porcelain skin, flaunting her ever-so-beautiful youth. Her ivory neck lead a path down to her pert chest, where a long tee shirt veiled over them and her stomach, preventing anyone from seeing too much, however, teased them with the slender shoulder that was innocently exposed by the slipping of the tee shirt's collar. Everything other part of this beauty's frame was buired under the sheets of her bed, where her long and graceful legs were twisted violently within them. Everything was still, silent, and calm. Harmony floated above the heads of this young enchantress, and dreams claimed her mind. However, like everything, her dreams came to an end.

Shrill, persistant beeps had erupted loudly from the small digital alarm clock that stood on the wooden bed post across of the female's bed. Red numbers flashed abruptly across the screen, alarming it's owner of it's time. A groan spilled from those inviting lips, the sounds of sheets rustling can be heard, an arm raised up suddenly, and fine fingers felt blindly on the alarm clock for it's 'Off' switch. A few seconds flied by, and those fingers where final able to reach it's destination. And with a flick of the switch, those irritating beeps curtly stopped. Then, a sigh came, and in a blink of an eye those covers were thrown suddenly to the side. Light topaz eyes rushed open, and then a yawn lunged out of her system. Fingers ran through her long curly locks that expressed a red oak colour, and the female licked her lips. After rubbing her eyes. long and dark lashes fluttered to rid of the sleep in her them before turning to her alarm clock. The instrument told her that it was 6:03, and it was time to get up before she missed any more minutes. Balletic legs, ones only a dancer could only dream of, swung over the comfort of her bed, and petite feet crushed over the cold wooden floor of her room. Waking up in the morning was a easy thing for Cherice Aaliyah Hertz; She was always the one to do something at the right moment, in the right place. At least, sometimes.

It was a monday morning, and Febuary weather was cold as always. Cherice took a moment to stand and thank her parents for leaving the heat on before the left for work, for she would hate to wake up shivering. However, she still wished she could at least get a ride to school instead of walking in the cold.

The shower was short, much to Cherice's dissapointment, and when she slipped out (A fluffy, white towel wrapped around her thin frame) she noticed the bathroom was very steamy, the mirrors that adorned her peace walls were fogged. Cherice pressed her hand against the one over the sink, and wipped away the grey cloud that prevented her from seeing herself. Once she removed the fog from her mirror, Cherice studied her current form. Red oak hair was damp, and was pressed against her skull and licked her long neck and slender shoulders. The tiny hairs of her eyelashes were clamped together due from the water, and so were her elegant eyebrows. The droplets of water traced her bones from her collar bone down to the valley of her breast. The shower left her skin glowing, every feature more enchanced than before. Cherice sighed, and pluged in her hair drier and began combing away the knots in her hair. This was a normal school day for Cherice; get up, get in the shower, dry her damp hair, dress herself, and leave without even eating breakfast. She never did eat breakfast in the morning, she always found herself too late to have anything to eat in the morning. At first when she did this she would always have hunger pains in the middle of lessons of a classroom, but now she's so use to it, it doesn't even bother her. However, she does get a small muffin and a bottle of lemonade from the machines within the hallways of her school.

After twenty minutes of rushed air pouring over the long tresses, Cherice's hair was moistureless and sleek. Her finger rain through the locks and they felt like divine silk, and the scent smelled like her shampoo, a mixture of raspberries, blueberrys, strawberries, and cream. It smelled completely tropical and lovely, but not at all like her natural scent, which was a spin of soothing white tea and the finest lilies. Cherice took a fistful of steands of her hair, brought it to her face, and inhaled the scent with a smile upoin her youthful face before the put up at her materials and left the bathroom, turning the light off as she did so. She retuned back to her bedroom, closing the door behind her and let her towl drop and pool around her feet before she skipped off to her closet. She placed on her undergarments and applied on baby oil, her skin feeling a bit rough after her shower. She then pulled out of outfit she picked out from last night and began dressing herself.

Her outfit consist of a bubble gum pink headband that has a small bow on the side wrapped over her head, and a cream thermal hoodie that features an allover print of thin black delicate scrolls and roses with pink stitching. Also, there are pink drawstrings with transparent pink star beads, and a pouch pocket to rest her hands. Under the hoodie is a red trim cami tank expressing a red and white striped pattern with a front screen of the head of Hello Kitty, and a light blue heart and a red heart. Now, further down, a pair of low rise waist denim pants that has been black washed cover her skinny legs from cold, and a black chenille detail flows on back pockets. A white belt with an allover black diamond-patterned stitch design incircled in the straps of the pants. And finally, down to her feet, a Vans® couple classics red hearts slip-ons has large red hearts on the front and back with a red trim and a pink insole that goes with the white outsole. Adter dressing herself, the young female took a look at herself. She seemed decent enough, she thought. She then applied on some cap-stick over her already smooth lips and grabbed her all black book-bag filled with pins that she had bought or people have given to her out of kindness. Cherice took a glance at her clock, it was 6:55. She grunted as she swung her backpack over her shoulder before she left her room.

Cherice rushed down the stairs, and everything was exactly how it was last night. Clean, orderly, organized..Flawless. Her parents were neat-freaks, and she swore everyday the found something completely wrong with her room that just threw everything else off, even if it was just a small piece of paper or a lonesome shoe. And they would throw a fit if they saw one little spot on dishes which she would clean, or anything else. When walking in he house you muct always take off your shoes, and place on slippers. You couldn't even walk in with your socks on, how insane was that? But overall, she love her parents. The made her and raised her, and least she could do was clean every area of the house completely.

Cherice grabbed the house keys and quickly grabbed a muffin from the fridge before going out the door, locking it before she hoped down the three steps on her home. She ran out to the concrete sidewalk, and began walking her way to school. The late bell didn't ring untill 7:30, so she hoped she wouldn't be late.

[Five Minute High]

White curtains fluttered in as they rode on the wind. No matter how many times they would struggle, the sun triumphed as its rays painted Jason’s prone body. He muttered something into his pillow and then flopped onto his back. The sun, not to be deterred, put all of its warmth and shone on his face. His full lips were slightly moist and open as his chest fell up and down to the rhythm of his breathing. The morning heat caused his cheeks to glow a faint pink as the blood underneath his skin flowed.

Mm. Blood.

With a final sigh of surrender, Jason’s eyes opened reluctantly only to shut immediately after as his pupils were under siege of the sun’s waves beat upon them. His slim fingers scratched his belly lazily. There was no one else in his bed this morning and he took full liberty of stretching all the kinks out of his body. Bending his back like a cat, the room filled with the cracks of bones fitting colliding and gnashing together. The white sheets were flung haphazardly on the mattress and a corner of the fabric brushed against a wooden floor.

Bare feet padded noiselessly against the flat surface of the floor as Jason headed towards the bathroom, his shirt and sweatpants stripped and thrown carelessly behind him. Pausing on his way towards the shower, Jason stopped to look in the mirror. The young vampire turned his head this way and that, frowning at the mussed hair that covered his pale forehead. His whole face was a milky color, but not pale enough to make him look sickly. His skin was creamy and baby soft, his lips naturally pouting. Jason’s appearance made him look even younger than his decided alias age, which wasn’t always a bad thing. Rubbing his eyes, Jason ended his inspection and stepped into the shower, a hand scratching his rump.

As he slathered shampoo into his hair, Jason ran the things he had to do over in his mind. Breakfast was always the usual bagel and coffee, work consisted of slinging a camera on his neck and trekking out into New York City. The model agency didn’t need him yet; apparently new, fresh photographers were trying to make themselves something in the world. Jason wasn’t the least bit worried. In his past life, he was a co-owner of the agency disguised as a middle-aged man. The company flourished and so Jason decided it was time to let his alias die quietly. With money on his hands and all the time in the world, Jason was a catastrophe waiting to happen.

He stepped out of the shower; water running in small rivulets down his body onto the fluffy rug beneath him. Jason wasn’t what one would call buff. His body was wasn’t a sculpture of art but he was lean and squishy which added to his boyish charm. Throwing on a simple graphic tee under a blue and black dress shirt, Jason balanced on one foot as he muscled his way through his jeans. Complete with converse and a cigarette pack firmly set in his pants pocket, Jason hesitated on whether or not to bring a sweater. Shrugging, he grabbed a gray one. Just in case. It was still February after all, even if the sun was beating down on the world, the wind would quickly snatch the warmth away.

The camera rested comfortably against his chest and it swung slightly as he moved around. It was time to record the livelihoods of humans. Oh, what a wonderful pastime. Jason could feel his skin crawling as he stepped into their streets. Small tendrils of fear climbed up to puncture his heart but he squashed them, walking as casually as he could into the nearest coffee shop. It was one memory in particular that was causing so much trouble to his adapting. Jason was a born vampire and as a delicate child, he hated the sight of blood. The smell and taste was intoxicating but the sight made him want to vomit. Blood surrounded him.

Licking suddenly dry lips, Jason stood his place in front of the register and gave the young woman who was working a forced smile. She was scrawny and pathetic looking, her nametag read Daisy. Maybe he’ll kill her tonight. The growing fear was suddenly taken over by sensations of excitement and sick joy. On a small whim, Jason wondered where the other members of Contre L’homme were and smirked. Most of the other vampires didn’t trust him because of his little romps with humans and his evident lack of outward disgust. Jason didn’t really know where he stood but he was sure it wasn’t on the other side. He never trusted a vampire and he certainly would never trust a human. Grabbing his order, Jason held the steaming bagel and headed outside, his mood turned from laid-back to on guard.

[Wounded Glory]

His heartbeat was in his ears. His ******** heartbeat was in his ears. He could feel it reverberate through his head as the world around him slowly died, vision growing red and pupils focusing on his prey. What maccabre was this? Hunting even after the prize was upon the cold hard ground, twisting and writhing in an artistic splay of its own blood and defeat. It was unorthodox, that's what it was--yet Declan Kaile Leonid enjoyed the extreme. He felt with his gut more than the knee that dug deeply into his prey's ribcage the snapping of the spine--delicious waves of excitement pulsed through his body, his mouth already dripping with the stain of satisfaction.

The blood traveled a course down either side of his chin, dribbling and blossoming upon his delicately white, button-up shirt. It was untucked on the left, tucked on the right--the only indication other than the blood he was covered with that there had been somewhat of a struggle. There had been screaming, scratching, flailing--the usual, and quite frankly Leonid was bored with that. But this girl--this girl--she'd spat in his face. She'd looked at him with such an utterly unfathomable expression of hatred...and he simply could not resist. Her death had been particularly and satifactorily slow.

His was the type of pleasure only a broken shard of glass scraped against the surface of a chalkboard could bring. The sound--although foreign and nerve-jarring to most--filled him with a deep satisfaction that went as far as to soothe his nerves and calm his spirit. Without death, there was no life; without life, there was no soul; without soul, there was no thrill in seeing it escape one's eyes. Sadistic? Why, of course. Only the best kind for Kaile Leonid. He breathed in the scent of his chase; it was intoxicating, overwhelming--the heady smell of death and copper.

Rising to his feet, he stared down very solemnly at the mess he'd created in the middle of the alleyway--the once-beautiful face of his blone-haired victim was crushed into itself, brain matter lying in a morbid speckle of gray against the side of her left ear. Her throat he'd spared in all its perfection--all that marred the flesh there were two lavishly drilled holes where his canines had sought out her jugular. Her collarbone was caved in; her chest, all but crushed; her stomach a bloody mess of intestines and bone marrow.

He tilted his head to the side, a small, humerous curve lighting upon his lips. He motioned towards his own face as her sightless eyes bore upon his visage, and the grin he bore was both quaint and comical in its own right. "You, uh, have a little something on yer face, love." Twitching his finger, he pointed to the side of his mouth. "Right here, 'fraid." Turning on his heel and brushing himself off--although why one completely covered in blood would care about the dust gathered on his clothes was beyond most--and flipped the collar of his shirt upwards around his neck assuringly.

Not bad. Not bad at all. She'd been decent--her blood pure, in a sense, yet there was always that slight taint to it that made his lips curl back in a look of sour distaste. His nlack hair seemed to be the only thing spared of the liquid, and it fell upon his eyes as he leaned his head back to look idley up at the sun. She was a kitten. A kitten with a mission; and that mission was to make something of herself. What a ******** joke.

At that, his smile widened. What a joke indeed. His tongue darted out to taste of the already-drying blood upon them, the taste a somewhat unpleasant follow-up after the fresh substance he'd earlier partaken of. In one quick motion, he took from his pockets three test tubes filled to the rim with her wares. The crimson tubes flashed angrilly in the sun, and casually placed his other hand in the pocket of his black slacks. Soon, the sun would hide behind a wall of clouds--it was always that way in February, and although he felt immune to the cold, he could not deny that he felt every ray of the sun upon his face.

He began to walk. A squelching sound made him pause for a few seconds, looking down at his running shoes with mild distaste. They were soaked in her essence, and it was getting to be rather annoying. Taking them off, he tossed them into a dumpster as he passed it. He unbuttoned his shirt, wiping the leftover blood from his face and body with the salvaged white parts and dumped that also. The dried patches were left on his flesh, and he wandered over to an outdoor faucet on the rigt side of the alleyway, dousing his face and chest with the cool water. It should have been freezing to a human being in this wheather, and that's exactly one of the facts he found to be annoying about them. He turned on his bare heel, clean and half-naked, towards the mouth of the alleyway.

Perhaps his mind had been too engrossed with his earlier kill; perhaps it was the way the alley closed upon itself that made it so hard to hear oncoming traffic from beyond the corner--whatever the case may have been, he should have been more prepared. He should have been prepared for dark lashes, brown locks, and topaz pearls. And the muffin. She was holding a muffin. Immediately before he screeched to a halt in front of her, his initial thought even as he licked his lips in enamored delicacy was, I wonder what flavor her muffin is. The secondary thought as his eyes flashed to her neck was, I wonder what flavor she is.

[Strawberrysweetie]

Belle Chanter was running. She had to, or else he would catch her. She turned around in panic, just to see if he was any closer. That was a useless move because, even though she could make out the shapes of certian things, she couldn't see. Her vision was clouded for some reason, and it wouldn't clear up. So she kept running, and hoped that he wouldn't get any closer. That hope was short-lived because soon after she turned around what she thought was a street corner, she ran into that dark figure that she was so scared of. He grabbed her wrists roughly, and she tried to fight back. It was obviously useless because it did nothing to him. A peircing scream escaped her very soul as he pressed his cold fangs into her throat...




"STOOOOOP!" Belle Aimer Chanter roughly awoke to the sound of her own frightened screams. She sat up in her rose colored bed, covered in cold, sticky sweat. She began to wipe away at her light brown forehead with immense force. A huge migrain was on its way, and Belle knew it. She'd had this dream a few times before, and every single time she got an awful headache. At first she thought that it came from her falling asleep while reading Twilight but after the third time, she began to consider something else.

What if this was some sort of premonition? She'd once read a book about a girl who had frequent premonitions about Vampires. The thought of something like that really happening to her made her flesh begin to crawl with excitement...until reality hit her. Of course, things like 'Vampires' didn't exist. If they did, Belle would be one herself by now, wouldn't she?
She told herself this every time she had that dream, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't believe that dream wasn't real. After the migrain went away, Belle dared to look at her fuzzy light purple clock. The bright red numers read: 3:00 A.M. and she sighed heavily. She didn't feel like getting out of bed, but she had to.

"Gotta go." She whispered, careful not to wake up her parents. She was actually surprised that her father hadn't come in to see if she was alright.He probably had gotten used to her screaming about Vampires in her sleep. Either that or he was a very deep sleeper. She jumped up from under the rose imprinted blankets that covered her while she slept, and ran to her dresser. Slipping out of her long, lavender nightgown, and into a skanky pink minidress, she played the dream in her mind again and again. It was as if her brain was on 'repeat'. Each time that this dream happened, it seemed to get clearer and clearer. Some of the blurriness chipped away every night. But this one was the darkest, and fuzziest, it had been in a while.

The second she couldn't spot so much as a hair out of place, Belle was already climbing out of her high placed window. She jumped, and landed in a bed of blood red roses. That was stupid. She thought as she examined the small scrapes on her bare arms and legs. This totally sucked. She didn't want to show up at the club with tons of scratches on her arm. All of the other exotic dancers wouldn't have any, which would mean that they would get tips. While she, the ugly one with cuts on her arms, wouldn't. Belle shook her head and ran down the dark street with her head held high. She couldn't let that thought keep her down. It wouldn't be very good for her self-esteem...





Four hours later, Belle Aimer Chanter was on her way to school. She wasn't wearing the same slutty dress she'd had on earlier this morning. It was just a pair of faded Sevens Jeans and a purple halter top. Her dark, blow-dried hair wasn't down this time, either. It was in low pigtails; her usual style. Nothing special or out of the ordinary. She sighed heavily as she ran down the sidewalk. For some reason, she felt as if something bad was going to happen. And not just something stupid like a teacher giving her extra homework. She could tell that if something bad did happened today, it would be really awful.

Halfway down the sidewalk, Belle spotted a boy who looked as if he was nineteen that stopped in front of a girl with reddish-brown hair holding a muffin. The girl looked familiar. She probably went to her school or something...Belle walked over to them still eyeing the girl. She was so familiar, but.....Why can't I remember how I know her? She thought with a tinge of frustration.

"I know you, don't I?" She said to the girl with what she hoped as a friendly smile. "Your name is...Cherice! Right?"