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 Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 11:04 pm
 【 k r i s s a b e l l e ❀ m e a t t e 】    October brought many things. Windy days, occasional sun appearance, but most of all, more delicious food in the city. And they're not really food in supermarkets. They're found walking the streets of Syracuse, New York. And even though the sun was blazing above, "six year old" Krissabelle Meatte still wandered the streets. Dressed in a long pair of dark jeans, a red turtle neck, a red and pink striped fedora, and a pair of mini aviators (the ones for toddlers), the little girl walked around the streets of Syracuse as cars passed her by. Every honk made her wince. She really hated the sound of New York during the day. But that didn't mean that the night time was any better. Letting out a soft sigh, Krissabelle wrapped her arms tighter around her Victorian porcelain doll and continued on through the streets with her head down and away from the sun. With the cover up clothes, the girl also wore white gloves to cover her hands. Why the cover up during a bright and sunny day as today? Easy question to answer. She didn't want people to know who she was, who she really was. What is she really? She's one of the damned.
The wind blew Krissabelle's soft golden brown like waves in the sea from behind her with every step she took. Passersby watched her for a brief second, amazed at her beauty as well her choice in clothing. Many were dressed lightly to let in the soft breeze. Krissabelle could care less about what she felt. All she cared about was not letting any part of her skin reveal itself to the sun unless she wanted to. At the moment, her throat burned irritably from the scent of so many delicious humans that walked by. They were all minding their own business, only to turn to look at her as she passed. It was fun being the center of attention. Even when it was only for a short moment. But at this moment, she wanted she didn't want the attention. She wanted blood, food, satisfaction through the trickle of copper-tasting blood running down her throat.
Lucky for Krissabelle, she always got what she wanted. Sure, she could have chosen any of the people passing her by. But she was always so picky, even when she was human. She just had to find the kind of blood she liked. Just as she thought about her pick of victims, there was a scream from somewhere in the distance. It must have been at least ten miles away. With a smirk, Krissabelle turned into a shaded alley and as soon as she was out of sight of humans, she bolted in the speed of light towards the scream. Where there's a scream, there's the blood she craved. Turns out the alley she had entered was where the scream came from. A sadistic smile appeared on her lips as she watched a male of about twenty gang up on a poor innocent girl. Another one of those. she thought with a shrug as she drew closer. It was time with work her magic. With one blink, Krissabelle turned her sadistic look into one of complete fear. She stared "frighteningly" at the female backing away as best as she could while shaking vigorously in fear and the male with a grin saying he was ready to do whatever he wanted with the girl. It's a shame I'm saving a life just to get what I want. Ah well. After wiping the smirk off her face yet again, Krissabelle let out a whimper loud enough for the two of them to hear.
"What the hell?" said the male. Krissabelle almost blew her cover. His voice was just how she loved them. Full of sin. As the male turned to see where the noise had come from, his eyes widened to see Krissabelle. Again, she fought the urge to break her cover. He had the look of sin in his eyes as well. But he was strikingly attractive. For a human. "Hey kid, get lost!" he called out, taking a step towards her. She took a step back then looked at the frightened woman. Mother plan? Hm. Yes. Wait, no. Whatever. After one last whimper, Krissabelle took another step back and then turned to look at the female. But she wasn't returning the look. With a secretive shrug, Krissabelle looked back at the male who was advancing towards her some more. She tightened her grip on her doll, to give it some theatrical affect. With an unneeded deep breath, again for theatrical affect, Krissabelle let out a loud enough scream that was believable. "HELP!" she cried out. The male looked frightened and ran over towards her as fast as he could. She ran away at a believable child pace. In seconds the male had taken her into his strong arms and covered her mouth. He whispered something about keeping her mouth shut or he would kill her. This made her laugh on the inside. Humans could be so gullible.
After struggling with human strength, Krissabelle had shook her head enough so that her fedora and her aviators fell onto the floor with a soft thud. She was close to a spot that sun was hitting. So as she turned to look at her victim, her pupils crimson as the blood she was going to drink, the male had pulled away and stepped away in fright. "What the ******** are you, you freak?" he cried out, fear in his eyes now. Krissabelle giggled like a child, the one advancing now. "You really have no use of knowing what I am," she said in such a mature voice for a "six year old." This voice frightened the male even more. Just the way she liked them, scared. She then took off her turtleneck, revealing a red v-neck shirt. As the male human stepped away from the sunlight, Krissabelle stepped into it. The area was filled with a rainbow glint. All thanks to her skin. The male looked more frightened. "Oh you bad boys really get to me. You taste, oh so delicious." She hissed once for a brief second and pounced. He tried to run, but she was on him in a second. Before he could let out a scream, Krissabelle's venomous sank into his soft skin. A taste of ecstasy trickled down her throat, causing her to feel light-headed for a moment. The male was silent the whole time. As to not get caught as always, Krissabelle drank her victim dry. But every drop was worth it. Seconds passed, and finally the male was dead. He was pale in the skin, his eyes still open with fright. Krissabelle stared down at the corpse, licking her lips even though she left no trace of blood. She was a clean eater. Looking at the bite mark on the the neck, Krissabelle picked the body up by the hair and licked the bite mark, using her venom to close it up. There was a scar, but it wouldn't be of any use to someone that would do an autopsy on the body. Satisfied, Krissabelle let out an unneeded breath and then dumped the body into a nearby dumpster.
She then put on her turtleneck, her fedora, and then her aviators. She checked her gloves for any sign of blood, none. Once she picked up her porcelain doll from the ground, Krissabelle casually walked back into the street. The sidewalk was more crowded, and many more eyes stared at her. But she could care less. She had her feed, and it wouldn't be till night time when she and the other girls went out to hunt that she would be needing satisfying again. Night time is my favorite time. A smirk on her face, Krissabelle turned into a familiar street and continued on her way. She was mindless of what she was doing at the moment, just because she had all the time in the world. I wonder what the other girls are doing? ll ooc:: This was suppose to be shorter, but the feeding part just came out more than I wanted it to. I got too into it. This is my first true vampire character here in the guild. LOL. ll[╔============================╗
The age of i n n o c e n c e is long gone
Leaving behind a poor soul
To wander the terrible world
Alone, lost, w i t h o u t comfort.
Will no one help this child?
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 6:24 pm
ღ мιςнεℓℓε cℓαяιššε ғισςнι °°° her lips on his speak better than all her stumbling words: she feels eager.  Shelli was absolutely positive that if her blue contacts weren’t in place, her eyes would be a bright, intense crimson color. She was honestly satisfied. She had dined lavishly on two humans: a feisty teenager, and a hobo who was high off drugs. Speaking honestly, the second one had nearly ruined her whole mood. He hadn’t tasted nearly as good as humans were supposed to. Not enough oomph in his tainted blood. It was actually rather quite disgusting. Walking along the street, her white shirt hugging her body closely, Shelli resembled a model on the runway. Her hair was collected in a single ponytail, not a hair looking out of place. If anyone had looked closely, they would have noticed how perfect her balance was on her long stilettos, how she kept close to the shadows. How she didn’t seem even slightly chilly at the n** in the air. Confident that she wouldn’t step anywhere near the sun and increasing her pace, Shelli paused only to admire a car in the streets.
She anticipated seeing Aldi- if he was even at home. He didn’t get out in the sunlight much; it was one of those things he hated, though Shelli understood exactly why. Anyway, this constituted as an emergency: she was parched bone dry. Turning off on an abandoned road, Shelli relaxed her guard slightly. She stopped breathing. Their house wasn’t too far now from where she was. Certain of her hearing, as anyone would be if they were inhuman, Shelli pulled the scarf around her neck nearer to secure it. Clutching the Louis Vuitton purse closely, Shelli took off running deeper into the forest toward the house that nobody could find- unless they were looking for it. The forest raced past her in break-neck speed. Shelli sensed everything, below and above her. The forest was active today; the weather bringing out even the smallest of creatures. Being careful not to strain the shoes, Shelli leaped quickly over hurdles that bought her closer to the house. Once she reached there, she slowed down her pace to human. Sometimes, she found it excruciating to walk this slowly, but this time she wanted to appreciate the bloom of the season. Her skin sparkled brightly in response to the sun above her. The sharp smell of honeysuckle tingled Shelli’s nose as she opened the door.
Inside, she opened the purse and pulled out the case for her contacts. Shelli swiftly replaced her contacts and blinked away the film they left behind with her venom. Although it was often annoying to have them obscure her vision, Shelli was slightly obsessed with the beautiful, calm, azure color. Her own eyes had been odd: one brown, the other blue. Of course turning into what she was now, the only color they were was an invariable shade of maroon. But Shelli continued to miss the way they had been. She could never copy it, but she did her best to return them to what they used to be. Shelli loosened the scarf from her body and replaced the contact case in her purse. She left them both by the door. "Aldi?" Shelli slowly called his nickname she had granted him, drawing out every syllable in the word. She moved inside, every sense attuned to where he would be.We are such stuffAs dreams are made on; and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep.
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Supernatural Soul Natasha
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 6:59 pm
Alder Redway The Lover Lost  Feeling [calm] is a new one. The room was a dark maroon and all the curtains were drawn. The stereo in the corner of the room had his favorite song playing over it very loudly. The smell of dust and mold filled the air making the house feel like a home. Though even in his short human life Alder never spent quite so much time in any sort of “home”, but being that this was a prime hunting ground, having a place to stay out of the sun was quite nice. The music filled Alder’s body as he slowly spun and danced around the room. There was never any furniture in his room, he thought that acting like a human was a insult to what they truly were. He slowed his movement and glanced at the clock If only there were fewer hours in the day. Hunting sounds rather pleasant now. he thought to himself. It had been close to a week since last he fed and his eyes were very nearly black.
As the song ended he could hear the sound of someone approaching. He quickly dashed to the front windows only to see his love sparkling in the sun. No matter how long he had been with her or how many times he would lay his eyes on her, she was always more beautiful than his mind thought possible. He went back to his study and waited for her to come into the house. She entered and uttered the pet name she had for him. Alder raced to her taking her in his arms and kissed her jaw line. ”Was the hunt what you were craving my love?” Alder released his grip on her and just took her hand. The feeling of her skin would make the worlds finest silks feel like sand paper. He gently led her back to his study and pressed play on the stereo ”May I have this dance?” He stepped back and bowed.“There is no hunting like the hunting of man,
and those who have hunted men long enough and liked it,
never care for anything else thereafter.”
Bach - Suite for Cello Solo No.1 G major
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 9:31 pm
emilia ... hamilton
There's something in the way they move to show
They too, know what I know
They too hunger for the beast below
 When 11:30 struck was Emilia's favorite time of day. She wasn't like Krissabelle, who willingly stepped through the Volturi's laws to hunt in daylight. It was careless and impractical. It drew attention. It was childish, and melodramatic. Krissabelle liked to fool herself into a sense of self-righteousness, preying on predators.
Emilia was more realistic. There was no right or wrong for her. Only practical and satisfying. Perhaps it was passive-aggressive, but she found that the most satisfying scenarios were feeding on people who already thought of themselves as victims.
The tiny brunette wore a khaki pleated skirt, a long-sleeved navy polo shirt, and a pair of white knee socks. Her tiny feet were strapped into Velcro maryjanes. She looked like a lost first grader, generally a very effective strategy for her.
As she walked slowly across the sprawling campus, she paused at the side of a large, loud brick building, listening carefully. Her ears perked up as she heard the sobs and pleading half-whispers into a cell phone. She loved it when they were crying. Emilia inhaled deeply, preparing herself to savor her prey's call....
...and then, instinctively, her back arched and she let out an almost undetectable hiss. Emilia hated sharing.
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Supernatural Soul Natasha
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 1:24 pm
ღ мιςнεℓℓε cℓαяιššε ғισςнι °°° her lips on his speak better than all her stumbling words: she feels pleased. She sighed lightly when she heard Alder’s footsteps. He was in the house, and it satisfied her immensely. His touch was like a branding iron; fiery hot. His lips seemed to leave scars on her neck and jaw. Shelli leaned into his shoulder, pressing against him and smelling his sweet scent. It made her feel light and heady. It wasn’t fair how Alder was such a drug to her. She glanced up at his eyes, noting how dark a hue they were, almost matching the dark maroon walls of their room. He would have to hunt soon. 'I should have held on just a little longer and we could have hunted together.' Shelli thought reproachfully. But she could still accompany him at night, no doubt when he would prefer to hunt. "Yes. I did have a good time hunting, but I should have waited for you. Its just, I felt so incredibly thirsty. I didn’t even think of the sunlight, though it’s all the same to us." She sighed again as Alder let her go, except for her hand.
Shelli blindly followed him to his vacant looking room. The sun outside was shielded from dark heavy curtains. She couldn’t help but smile as she noticed this; neither of them had a particular liking for the sun and Shelli usually took steps to rid herself of its annoying glare. She was appreciative of the cool surroundings now. It always relaxed her to know when they were in here, it was just him and she. That was all necessary. Their passion provided plenty of background to keep them both busy. Besides, furniture would only get in their way. Despite having her own room with a closet stuffed with clothing and a rack of scarves and caps, she preferred to spend as much time in Alder’s peaceful sanctuary. The music was beautiful as it drifted from his stereo when Alder asked her for a dance. There was another thing: they both had a dislike for the crap people listened nowadays. "You can have this dance, you can have the next dance, you can have all the dances that follow forever." Shelli giggled lightly as she told him, fitting herself perfectly with his body. They had been together so long that it seemed now they had contorted physically to shape each other. Her hand went to his shoulder and she intertwined their hands together, swaying to the beat.
Leaning her cheek against Alder’s shoulder, Shelli let her eyes close. She hummed very lightly under her breath to the music. It was bliss; she could spend hours and weeks with him in this exact position. Impulsively, she tipped her head upward and met his lips in a deep, slow kiss. She paused her dancing to put all her concentration on his taste. Her hands locked behind his neck and pulled him closer downward to her. Sometimes, it was such a nuisance being shorter than him. "Aldi? Will you go hunting tonight?" She asked suddenly, looking up into his dusky eyes. One of Shelli’s hands lightly traced the shadows below his gorgeous eyes. Her eyes flicked to the curtains, where already she could tell that they had spent so long together, the sun was beginning to go down. "Where will you go tonight?" She added softly, not wanting to speak too loudly and ruin the mellow atmosphere.
We are such stuffAs dreams are made on; and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep.
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 12:41 am
Alder Redway The Lover Lost Feeling [contented] is a new one. Time meant little to Alder, especially when he had Michelle in his arms. They danced through the rest of the day and into the night. Alder’s throat was on fire when they had finished their dance. "Aldi? Will you go hunting tonight?" she said touching the obvious dark rings under his eyes. "Where will you go tonight?" she said very softly. Alder held her close to his body and whispered into her ear ”I will be hunting tonight and it will be outside the campus. There is a couple I have been tracking for quite some time now and I believe they will be quite delicious.” He smiled as he thought of their scent and kisses her neck where he had bitten her. ”But don’t fret my love, I won’t be hunting long.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could hear the slight hum of the humans bodies he had been tracking. He opened he eyes again and looked into her bright red ones ”They are very close, I shouldn’t be gone longer than three or four hours.” With that he pressed his lips to hers and then was out of the house.
The run to the school was not a long one. He made a quick stop to remove his shirt to avoid it becoming blood stained. He quickly caught up with the wandering couple. He stood poised ready to pounce from the top of a nearby building as they turned down an alley as a shortcut back to the campus. He saw his opportunity and seized it, firing down from the building. In less then a second he had both of his hands wrapped around their throats. A smile spread across his lips as he took a few deep breaths. The girl took a breath readying a scream but Alder was quick to cut it off by slightly squeezing her throat. The man struggled futilely against Alders iron grip. Alders lips pealed back exposing his perfect, white teeth when he heard the approach of someone. He knew they weren’t human because each step was much too soft and there was no accompanying heartbeat. Alder quickly bit into the mans neck and took mouthfuls of the warm liquid he had been craving.“There is no hunting like the hunting of man,
and those who have hunted men long enough and liked it,
never care for anything else thereafter.”
Beethoven – Moonlight Sonata
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 12:12 pm
  Delilah Fultz sighed as she swung back and forth on the swing in the park. All the humans had already left. The children she had been playing with earlier had gone a couple hours ago, so she was alone. She sighs. If she had been like the other human children she had played with, maybe she would feel the cold. Liley, though, wasn't a normal child. She was a vampire child. Not really even a child. She was over 100 years old. Out of all the places she could go, though, she decided to stay in New York. It was filled with people to prey on, and none of them ever recognized her. Probably because she fed on most of the humans she talked to.
Liley stood up from her spot on the swing, walking out onto the sidewalk surrounding the park. She looked around, the lights showing her the way. She spotted a few humans outside of clubs, but she ignored them. Her throat was burning, but she hated the ones that had previously been drinking. They tasted wrong. She usually liked to prey on those who tried to fight back. It turned eating into a kind of game for her.
Delilah noticed a young female, probably around 21 years old, walking down the street to a bar. She smiled. This one hadn't been drinking yet, and was still young. This should be fun, she thinks, and puts a scared and confused expression on. She runs to her prey. She grabs her hand and tugs on it, causing the girl to jump and look down. Of course, once she see's Liley's appearance of a young girl, she looks sympathetically towards her. "Help me Miss! Please! My mommy, I can't find my Mommy," she exclaims theatrically. The girl smiled down at her. "Come on, then. Let's go find your Mom," she says, and Delilah nods.
"Last time I saw her, she went down this way," Delilah says, and drags the girl towards an alley. She looks around to see if anyone notices anything strange, and pulls her into the alley. "What the hell? Why are we in here? It's a dead end," the girl says. Delilah smiles, and knocks her down on the floor, causing the girl to gasp. She giggles. "I'm sorry I lied, but I'm a growing girl. I need my nutrition," she says, and kneels, covering the girl's mouth. The girl's eyes widen, and she starts wiggling, trying to escape Delilah's grasp. It was useless, though. She was so much stronger than the girl. Delilah leans down and presses her lips to her prey's throat.
"I'm sorry we had to meet this way," Liley whispers, and bites the girl's neck. The girl started thrashing back and forth, but after a few moments, she goes limp. Once Delilah has drunk the girl empty, she pulls back, using the corpse's sleeve as a napkin. Out of her fanny pack, Delilah pulls a small hand mirror, examining to make sure all the blood is gone. Of course, it is. She was a clean eater. She easily picks up the corpse and places it farther back in the alley, so it wouldn't be discovered as easily. Before she leaves, she bends down and goes through her kill's purse. She searches until she finds what she's looking for. Delilah pulls out her wallet, and takes the driver's license out of the wallet. She puts everything else in the wallet back in place. Delilah sticks the driver's license into her fanny pack. Taking the driver's license made it harder for the police to identify the body, and Delilah also kept it for her own purposes. She had a collection of licenses in her fanny pack. They were like her trophies, to show who she had and who she hadn't killed.
Delilah sighs, and walks out of the alley. Nobody had seemed to notice anything strange. She continued walking down the street until she saw someone she recognized. She smiled as she saw Emilia preparing to hunt. Delilah decided to tease her friend. "Emilia," she calls, though the human she was tracking didn't seem to notice. Delilah walks over to Emilia, smirking. "Oh, I'm sorry, were you hunting?" she asks innocently. She giggles, and waves her hand, gesturing towards the brunette that Emilia had been concentrating on so much.
"Sorry to interrupt. Go on ahead, I've already ate," Liley says, allowing Emilia to go ahead and feed on her own. She watches the girl in interest, wondering why she was crying into her cellphone. Oh well, probably boy trouble or something stupid like that.
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 2:05 pm
emilia ... hamilton
There's something in the way they move to show
They too, know what I know
They too hunger for the beast below
Emilia hissed again, softly. This time at Delilah, who'd just left a mess in the alley. She glared at her, angry, and without saying a word she walked away in a hurry. Emilia stomped down the street that was beginning to teem with it's typical nightlife. She ignored the look from the woman who'd been weeping into the phone who'd just been beckoned over. She took a deep breath, turned around again, and with a quick, living glare at Liley, she lightly said, "Daddy's going to be angry with us for leaving! Daddy!?" Emilia smirked almost undetectably.
"Are you girls lost?" the weeping woman had composed herself and was now looking at us, full of concern. Pathetic. Emilia's eyes were smoldering black, matching the fiery thirst that was consuming her.
Emilia cocked her head to the side curiously as she looked at the woman. "My sister dropped her snack and now our daddy is way over there. He's going to be so angry!"
Her internal laughter was erupting. This woman was a victim. She was tragic, writhe with turmoil stemming from the abuse she allowed herself to take from a man who cared about nothing beyond convenience. Ladies ought never consider themselves a thing of convenience.
The little girl held her hand out to the woman, who hesitantly took it. Her spine straightened in anxious shock feeling the chill of Emilia's tiny hand in her own. Silently they walked together, shrouded by the crowd of people on the strip. Emilia could smell the fresh blood spilling all over the next alleyway, completely ravenous. It was unfortunate that every vampire in the state of New York seemed to be hungry Right Now and hunting in the same tiny neighborhood. It was unseemly. Amateurish.
"Why were you crying?" she asked the woman as the approached the sloppy choking noises that would have been undetectable to the human, but were taunting Emilia.
The woman looked taken aback. "You'll understand when you grow up."
Emilia cocked her little head again. This was exactly what she'd hoped for. Condescension from the weak. It fueled her next move."Okay." She responded simply, and a smiled lit up her face.
The tiny girl led the woman into the alley where a man's body lay still, drained, and silent. A huge male vampire stood pinning a writhing woman to a brick wall by the throat, and she could hear the woman gasp out loud. She began to shake uncontrollably, gagging and struggling as Emilia's grip on her hand tightened like an inescapable vice.
Emilia's laughter sounded like little bells.
"Daddy! I was sure you were going to be angry, but it looks like you stopped to get your snack too!
She looked at the woman again and said, "Now don't you feel silly for crying over something as silly as a boy?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 11:07 am
{We need male lost souls, I'm getting very bored without any stare }
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 7:44 pm
【 k r i s s a b e l l e ❀ m e a t t e 】 Night time was always Krissabelle's favorite time of the day. But tonight, she wasn't really in the mood to go hunting. She had had her fill of blood and she didn't want any more for the day. There was always something about hunting during the day that brought her into a sea of ecstasy. Now if only she was given this pleasure when she was a little older in appearance. The little vampire sighed once, rolling onto her stomach on her wide queen sized bed. Her favorite porcelain doll was draped comfortably in her arms as she watched with disinterest the continuous moving pictures in the television screen, which was also muted because the sounds of the people and things in the screen were such an annoyance to her. Plus her hearing made it all the more annoying to listen to such a loud television. "I wonder what the other girls are doing at this moment?" she spoke to herself as she sat up and went over to the window. The streets below her window were filled with people and cars, passing by without the slightest thought that at any moment their lives could end at that very moment. That's if Krissabelle and her "sisters" were around.
Of course she knew that other vampires were around this city. But it's not like she could give a care about it. All she cared about was herself and herself only. And maybe she cared about the other girls she lived with, but not as much as she really wanted. A bit of frost was seen on the window at the first signs of winter. She had to admit that winter was one of her favorite holidays. For one thing she didn't have to worry about the sun as much during this season. So this made her happy and free to wear less turtle necks and more regular clothing while looking normal. Another sigh later, Krissabelle got up off her bed and walked over to the full length closet hanging on her closet door. She looked at herself. Over a century of having to look at such an innocent face. It was starting to punch a hole into her still heart. How she wished she was an adult. At least then she would know if she had turned out as beautiful as her late mother. Her curly blonde hair waved down like silk across her shoulders. Krissabelle believed herself beautiful, but not as beautiful as the adult vampires. Krissabelle considered herself...innocent and cute. However, she wished she had a more harder look to her face. At least then she could attract the kind of food she loved.
If only I had been turned when I was at least eighteen. Then I would have been able to hunt more successfully. Although, I'm doing just fine now. Ah well. After running a hand through her long blonde hair once over, Krissabelle opened the double doors of her closet and searched the numerous colors for something to wear outside that would make it look like she was lost but also very cold. Even though she wasn't hungry, she might as well hunt to pass some time. Or, if all else fails, she could just watch as Emilia and Delilah hunt for their share of a meal. They never really like to go outside, unlike her. Once dressed in a cute and "warm" pink, hand-made sweater and a pair of faded jeans, Krissabelle turned off the light to her room and headed out. Once at the front door, she slipped on a pair of Ugg boots and then walked out into the blistering cold. Well, to her it wasn't blistering at all. But she still acted like she was cold. Taking a turn into a dark alley, Krissabelle hummed to herself a famliar tune that she could not quite remember where it had originated.
However, her humming ceased at the familiar scents of her "sisters." There was also the smell of blood, and there was the sound of beating hearts. Emilia and Delilah was near by, and they were going hunting. Then there was another, more mature, scent. Another vampire was around. Curious to the bone, Krissabelle ran at full speed to the location where her fellow vampires were. When finally at her destination, the vampire found a frightened woman with continuous tears in her eyes. She felt a pang of pity for the woman, only to find that it was gone soon afterwards. After a short deep breath, Krissabelle walked over to stand between her companions and smiled sadistically. "Oh, the poor thing. She looks like she is about to faint, or break down. Either way, she's still pitiful." Her gaze then went to the man that Emilia was looking at. Krissabelle felt some static waves in the air that made her think that there was something more about this male vampire, that had to do with Emilia. The girl had to have put this man into her little plan to get her food. "Why, Emilia. Looks like daddy has had his snack already. You should really do the same before you have a temper tantrum." Krissabelle let out a sinister giggle, her crimson eyes right at the female victim.
The woman was about to scream, but Krissabelle silenced the woman. Pouncing onto the woman's back, Krissabelle brought her tiny child hand over the woman's mouth. She made a soft shushing sound in the woman's ear. There was no more screams. "Please help us, ma'am. My dear sister is hungry and is in need of food. I'm sure you will do just fine for her," she whispered into her ear and then let go. As she jumped back onto the ground, Krissabelle straightened out her clothing and then walked back towards Emilia. "Do you really find such pleasure in torturing your friends?" she asked rhetorically, bringing her gaze back to the scared human. ll ooc:: Sorry this is horribly rushed and horribly short. >.< ll[╔============================╗
The age of i n n o c e n c e is long gone
Leaving behind a poor soul
To wander the terrible world
Alone, lost, w i t h o u t comfort.
Will no one help this child?
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 8:59 pm
Alder Redway The Lover Lost Feeling [annoyed] is a new one. Alder drained every drop of blood from the bulky human male and tossed him to the side. He turned his attention to the women who had tears streaking her face and was flailing trying to escape his inescapable grip. He was by no means a “neat” eater. The entirety of his chest and stomach was covered in blood as he smiled at the panicky girl. Just as he was about to enjoy desert he herd a panicked heartbeat and a very slight voice. He turned to see a very “young” vampire and a woman with a look of sheer horror on her face. Alder let out a low growl as he scowled at the small vampire. He pulled the girl off the wall and sank his razor sharp teeth into her neck. She was much sweeter then the male but not as good as she smelt. As the girls convulsions slowed Alder broke her neck and dropped her body to the ground.
He was full and decided he was done with her. He took a cautious step toward to very small vampire. ”You know that playing with your food is considered rude in most cultures.” Alder waited for the little one to speak or feed, because as much as the human wanted to run she was going to die tonight one way or another.“There is no hunting like the hunting of man,
and those who have hunted men long enough and liked it,
never care for anything else thereafter.”
The Black Ghosts – Full Moon
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 11:23 pm
emilia ... hamilton
There's something in the way they move to show
They too, know what I know
They too hunger for the beast below
Emilia smiled sweetly at the big male. She giggled at his blood-soaked form. Something about him made her cheerful. She lifted the broken hand of the sobbing, terrified woman and sunk it into the arteries at her wrist. It took no more than a few minutes to feed to her fill.
"Well, I guess I've finally found the benefit of being six years old for the rest of my life. I'll always be too little to know better!"
Emilia glared at the mess around her. There were bodies everywhere, it was a disaster.
"Careless. Just absolutely careless," she muttered as she began to cover the area. She grabbed the woman's cell phone and sent a text message to the most recently called telephone number. They looked so much like you and your wife. What have I done?
The scene was forged. The woman who'd been hysterical on the phone had "stabbed" the large vampire's victims to death, and then killed herself. At least... that's what the headline would read.
Meanwhile, Liley could cover her own tracks. "You probably ought to get that body into the woods somewhere, Delilah. The Volturi don't care for it when we become noticeable."
The meal had not been as satisfying as she'd hoped. It was highly irritating to have to spend so much time cleaning up after others while she was trying to follow her instincts to satisfaction. At least she wasn't thirsty for the moment. At least the searing burn had quelled for the time being.
She turned her attention to the large male again.
"Well, daddy dearest, it's been a pleasure using you to terrify my unsuspecting prey."
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Supernatural Soul Natasha
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 2:36 pm
ღ мιςнεℓℓε cℓαяιššε ғισςнι °°° her lips on his speak better than all her stumbling words: she feels lonely. Shelli was used to spending time alone, but she couldn’t help but feel a longing for Aldi all the same. He was hunting alone, and they had both taken little time outs regularly. It was just one of those things they understood naturally about each other. As she logged on to her computer, its sound was the only one heard in the entire house. Shelli found it convenient to go on the internet and use it for those little things. Getting a new set of contacts ordered to her post box was usually one. It was odd ordering so many contacts at a pharmacy or eye doctor. They always gave her a look that said something was wrong, and that made her more angry than anything else. Criticism. You and your opinion can go screw itself.
But now she was honestly bored. Shelli settled on the floor with the laptop in her hands. She was careful no t to be too tough with the thing. Technology broke so easy, and it was horribly annoying to go get a fresh one. Rather like food: only the warmest blood was satisfying. A new horror movie was coming out. Those were entertaining: always worth a few laughs at the least. Maybe she’d convince Aldi to go see it with her. Aldi… Shelli rose from her stance, calmly putting the laptop back. She had a sudden want to go see her lover. Maybe even draw him into a theater today. If he agreed. After all, he had said he would go alone.
Her contacts, the scarf and purse, everything was still crumpled on the floor where she’d first dropped it. She fixed new, unmarked blue contacts into her eyes, blinking as the set. Pulling the door open silently, Shelli emerged from the house wanting Aldi even more now. She took off, barely leaving behind a breeze as the forest rushed past. She tried to catch his scent, but he always so damn careful about everything. Still, it lingered here and there as she found herself in the city. Suddenly, she caught the odor of freshly spilt blood mingled strongly with lots of vampires. Instinctively, Shelli felt her eyes shifting as she yearned for the taste of blood, despite the fact that she’d just fed that morning. Shїt. Nothing was more annoying than typical bloodlust. Shelli made her way to the alleys, almost there now. I can almost hear voices. So intent on the smell and sounds that she almost missed the fire.
It was a late-night restaurant, across the street. An open Chinese food place that had an open fire where the chef was flipping food in a wok. Instantly Shelli’s eyes snapped to the fire, and a shudder that started deep inside her chattered through her teeth. The flames danced up, licking the edges of the metal utensils hungrily. The chef was casually laughing and being incredibly careless. The fire reflected off her blue contacts, shining and twinkling. In Shelli’s eyes, it was a disaster waiting to happen. Like one so long ago that had nearly taken her life before she was fearless of such things. Her eyes closed, and Shelli could feel herself shaking slightly at the sight. The Thomas Wylde scarf fell to the sidewalk. Her intelligent brain demanded her to take charge, straighten your bent knees. She couldn’t let herself get lost now by some primitive feeling. Not when she was so close to him… "Aldi." It was the single last word she could manage to get out of her mouth before she lost conscious.
We are such stuffAs dreams are made on; and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 5:39 pm
Delilah giggled at Emilia. Her "sister" was so neat all of the time. Delilah shrugs.
"Fine, fine. I'll take care of it, Emilia. You're so worried, as always," she says, sighing. Delilah takes a last look at the scene around her, waving, then walks out of the alley. She strolls down the sidewalk, not even glancing at the other civilians giving her strange looks. Delilah understood. 'What in the world is a little girl doing out alone at this time of night?. She could almost exactly guess what they were thinking. Delilah continued walking down the road, when she spotted something unusual. Near a late-night outside Chinese restaurant laid a woman that looked in her early twenties. She was beautiful, and Delilah recognized the scent. The scent was familiar, the woman was a vampire.
Delilah changed course towards the unconscious woman. It wasn't that she particularly cared about the woman, but rather that if someone spotted her and actually tried to get help for her, the medical workers would be alerted if they couldn't get a blood sample, and they couldn't hear her heart beating. Delilah reached the female vampire, slowly crouching down beside of her. She lifted the woman's shoulders, raising her up so she was sitting up, but leaning on Delilah. Delilah shook her shoulders, trying to get some response out of her. Vampires' senses were so much stronger than human's so Delilah guessed that she would awaken sooner as well.
"Hey, you. Wake up. You'll cause somebody to get suspicious of us," Delilah whispers. Even though it was whispering, Delilah knew that the vampire woman she was trying to awake would hear clearly. She had forgotten about the body for now. Even though Emilia would be upset with her for getting sidetracked - Delilah tended to do that a lot- Delilah knew that her sister would understand that this was more important. It would be clear into the morning before anybody noticed that Delilah's prey was missing, anyway.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 4:42 pm
Alder Redway The Lover Lost Feeling [worried] is a new one. Alder wasn’t the least bit amused with the vampire child in front of him. He tried to wiped some of the blood from his mouth but only succeeded in streaking it across his face. He walked up to the small child but kept his body tense incase she had a trick up her sleeve. ”Listen, child, next time you decide you want a sick thrill try hanging your food off a building. Don’t use me as a torture technique. He spoke very calmly but there was a warning behind it. He took few quick paces towards he finished meal and tossed them into a dumpster. He pulled a small vile of oil from his pocket and put a few drops into the dumpster as well. With the toss of a lit match the dark ally was filled with a bright orange flame as the bodies burned.
Alder nodded to the small child as he was about to leave when he herd an all to familiar voice. His eyes darted to its source and connected with his loved. The very instant he saw her she crumpled to the ground. In his panic Alder shot from the ally and picked up his love. There was another small vampire girl standing over her but he all but ignored her. He turned to see an open flame in a nearby restaurant and knew what had happened. His eyes quickly darted around the building closest to him and found one with only one heartbeat residing in it. He shot the small girl a quick glare and in one bound was hanging on the window sill of the apartment. He quickly broke the window and entered the ratty apartment. He set Michelle on a couch and quickly retrieved the human in the other room. The slight girl tried to scream but Alder just hit her in the throat so she couldn’t. Panic shot through him as the seconds ticked by and his love was still unconscious. He moved the human over his love and bit right through her neck. He hung her over Michelle and used his hand to funnel the blood into her mouth. He waited for the makeshift IV to work.“There is no hunting like the hunting of man,
and those who have hunted men long enough and liked it,
never care for anything else thereafter.”
Yiruma – A River Flows in You
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