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She sat there taking in his words. Had she misread him and formed her own opinions? She watched him go. Ah Namine dear this ball holds many surprises for you does it not? Maybe your experience with the previous vampire blinded you.

She was weary of always being on guard and having to fight. All she wanted was to enjoy tonight...to be normal. Disregarding all around her she moved to a setee and laid down in it. Her view was now that of the wonderful pictures painted on the ceiling.
Im tired of this loneliness...Ayla my friend im sorry I left you...for only you have helped me forget these feelings. She thought about Victor and nearly cried. She was meant to be alone..with no one to love...or love her in return.

Raoul grinned with the enthusiastic response he got from his companion and draped the coat around the latter's shoulders in after thought just as the night wind suddenly picked in strength. He fastened the top button and raised an eyebrow at Poinsettia, "Did you like that? Well then-"Raoul broke off and made a show of looking around for witnesses before leaning closer conspiratorially, "We could do that again; don't worry, I won't let you fall."

(( Please do not put up unnecessary links, particularly in posts that are purely OOC.... and one liners... Triple foul. And yes, you are needed, you are able to post and follow whatever story line you wish... the only reason that I do not do so, is because of a pre-made plan that has yet to be followed through with to the point where I may return into main stream posting. SO, in short, no unnecessary links, or one liners.))

Poinsetta stumbled back slightly from the wind then looked at Raoul, "I'd like that...can you take me from darkness?" he asked. His body felt heavier to him even though it remained at a very light weight.
His eyes looked into Raouls, "Can you?"

The flight was fun, 'i'm holding you to you're words of none darkness then sir Raoul.' thought the boy.
when they landed and Raoul asked him to trust him Poinsettia nodded, "Of course I will trust you..."he smiled slightly after standing some part away from the handsome man before him.
While he moved Poinsettia seemed slightly stiff, like his legs were troubled with moving.
He smiled bigger, "I will trust you for as long as I can. What do you need?" his big eyes shone slightly liquid red in the moonlight yet crystallized with the mix of fluorescent lighting.

((sorry for the OOC, but if you were planning to ask my what is wrong with Poinsettia in this post I will not tell you until later. Just informing you. Thank you very much.))

((please don't have my character do actions without my permission. I know it was a small one but I have had to deal with people god-moding in several of my RP's they didn't stop so I had to ban them. Forgive me for saying such things. I just don't like god moding.))

Poinsettia stood and looked at Raoul as he left, he supposed he should find a seat to sit at, his leg's moved oddly as if he couldn't bend at the knees or ankles. His fidgiting movements carried him back to a seat, his blue eyes moved across the dance floor. He woundered what Raoul was doing now.
The white haired boy ordered a wine glass and a bottle of whiskey. He pored the whiskey half into the glass and half onto the table before realising he could not keep his hand straight.
A waiter cleaned the mess up after Poinsettia apologised many times.
Alone.
Just like always, how he hated to be alone. One of his selfish flaws he thought.
'Wish I knew someone here.'

((ah the strange case of Dr Jekyll))
Hidden in the shadows, Raoul trained his gaze on the Cruznik and a frown marred his brow. She's crying-sweet Nosferatu she's crying! He felt an unexpected pang in his midsection at that and had to hesitate to analyze the emotion. It felt suspiciously like...guilt. It was impossible but the Cruznik was hurt; he saw it plainly written in her emerald eyes and the pang grew in intensity.

Have I made a mistake? But then something moved in the corner of his eye and he turned to see Poinsettia...his poinsettia, sitting looking so alone, his waif like vulnerability became all too clear to Raoul and it hardened his resolution. Crocodile tears of a frozen monster! She'd rip his throat and mine too if given half the chance-a Cruznik will always stay true to nature.

Raoul seriously doubted the sincerity behind those tears and banished his guilt with a soft grown, hastening closer to his younger companion, "Forgive me for excusing myself so coldly, I thought I saw an old acquaintance." He found himself hoping his brashness would be pardoned.

((Umm, all I had your character do was nod, no speaking, no plot change, nothing. And fyi, I don't take control of characters unless permission has been given by their owner; and Anabel, I've finished using Raoul now. Moving on.))
Victor yawned and stretched as he stood up. Clad in only his pants and boots, he walked over to the table where his discarded clothes, equipment and the bottle of wine that he and Namine had shared earlier was sitting. Gently, he ran his hand down the side of the bottle, as if the glass was the warm soft skin of that most beautiful vampiress.
He took the bottle and swigged a bit, looking out the balcony into the night.
Just then, he heard the door to the alcove swing open widely, clashing against the wall. Victor spun about and saw five sets of glaring red eyes gleaming back at him.
"I wasn't expecting company," he said, a smirk on his face.
"We are here to end you. In the name of House De L'Cor."
Victor tensed at that statement, the mention of Namine's house brought doubt into his mind.
Had she betrayed him? Had all those feelings she expressed been a facade? Was she too cowardly to finish him off face to face?
He pushed those disturbing thoughts to the back of his mind and focused on the task at hand.
His equipment was still lying away from him and there were five vampires before him. He could handle three at once while unarmed, maybe four... but five?
He thought of Namine again, his blood beginning to boil. His eyes became shadowed as he took another chug of the bottled wine and began laughing hysterically.
The five vampires became deeply unnerved.
"Come then!" He yelled out,"End it all! Right here and now!"
Victor darted forth, chucking the wine bottle into the group, catching one of them in the forehead with such force that he toppled into another, knocking both down. With the other hand, he grabbed his sword, ducking low, and shoulder launched the lead vampire who dove at him, sending him flying behind the slayer.
With an outstretched arm, he reversed the swing of his sword and ran it through the abdomen of the closest vampire, bringing him to a crippling halt, though the blow was mostly to slow him rather than a killing strike.
The first two incapicated men charged him again, one diving low, aiming to take out his legs beneath him, forced Victor to jump into the air, sending his first attacker soaring past him, however the second met him mid air, planting a kick to his torso, driving him to the floor, breaking the table that held his pistol and clothing.
A vampire dove down onto him and prepared to make a killing blow, raising his claws up high, aiming for the slayer's neck.
Suddenly he clutched at his chest, grasping ineffectually at the broken table leg that now punctured his torso and piercing his heart. The vampire writhed in pain as he disintegrated into ash.
With one fluid motion, Victor jumped back to his feet and snatched his pistol from the wreckage of the table in time to duck beneath the flying swing of another vampire, and without even turning his head to aim, fired a shot into the beast's abdomen, the silver bullet instantly taking effect, driving him to the verge of excruciating pain and incapicitating him.
From behind, the tallest and fastest of the group rammed into Victor from behind, sending him staggering forward where another of the vampires lashed out.
The slayer barely had time to react, instead of strafing out of the path of the blow, he tucked into a roll, taking a horrible gash to the bare flesh of his side from his assailant's claws, but rewarding himself with an easy kill as his pistol was at point blank range, sending a silver bullet into the black heart of his adversary.
Three dead, one injured and one still ready to kill him and that last vampire's attack had not been kind to him, Victor was not pleased with the current standings.
Despite what he was certain was a broken rib, he laughed as the injured vampire charged him, claws leading. The man paused for only a moment, but that was all he needed, the sword slipped beneath the vampire's ribcage and out his back. Victor roared with such a force that made even the uninjured vampire shake with fear as he ran, holding the impaled man on his blade as he ran him straight into the wall, and ripping his blade free with one hand and put a silver bullet into the crippled vampire's head, then taking aim at the final one, still frozen in shock.
Victor's expression was stone-faced, he stared into the red eyes of the man standing before him. His eyes narrowed furiously.
"Who told you that I was here?"
"Glory to De L'Cor!" the vampire called out as he was shaken from his stupor and began to charge him.
The last bullet within the chamber of his pistol went through the skull of the undead assailant, sending his form into nothing but ash that dropped to the floor and swept away.
Victor sighed deeply and ripped a length of cloth from his cloak and wrapped it around his torso, bandaging the wound and stopping the bleeding.
With pain aching in both his heart, mind and body, he reloaded his pistol and began heading out of the alcove, thinking of only one name as he exited in his crimson garments:
"Namine..."