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 Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 9:25 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, enraged. After all the work she'd put in to make the scene look innocent, the fool had tossed the bodies into a dumpster and set them on fire, a feat that the woman she'd designed to be her scape goat could not have achieved alone. The girl was furious by his carelessness. By the foolishness of everyone of them.
She was pleased she'd hunted well that night, because she wouldn't be able to for weeks. And probably not in Syracuse either. Emilia considered how long it would take her to run to New York City, and hissed again in frustration. It would have to be Rochester, which was much too close for her to be comfortable. The little apartment she shared with the other girls was in a building no one looked at in a part of town no one went to. She'd never met the landlord and she sent a check to what she could only assume was a slum lord every month. Opening the account had been a tremendous pain that involved manipulating occult driven college students and forging documentation. They'd been delicious, but had been around much too long. She had no idea how temptation didn't drive those who chose to abstain absolutely crazy.
Emilia threw herself over rooftops to get to the apartment easily and silently. She was furious. She took a pair of light pair of jeans, a navy blue sweater, and an army green jacket. She pulled on a pair of navy blue wellies, and slipped a pair of tiny slip on shoes in her back pack.
She took $500 and tossed it into her Hello Kitty wallet. She pulled a little silver oval locket around her neck and tied it's little pink ribbon in a tight little knot. Emilia swiftly wrote a note, "Don't forget to mail the rent check, Love, Emi". She neatly placed the check on the front table, slung the childish pink back pack over her shoulder, and rolled her eyes.
She slammed the door behind her, hearing the automatic lock click behind her. Let them take care of themselves for a while, Emilia was tired of cleaning up other people's messes.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 8:39 am
ღ мιςнεℓℓε cℓαяιššε ғισςнι °°° her lips on his speak better than all her stumbling words: she feels lonely.  When Shelli realized she could no longer feel the sidewalk under her, everything returned in a blur. But at least it returned. A sofa and it smelled like humans a little too strongly for her comfort. She realized blood was flowing into her mouth and she was gulping it thirstily. But I’m not thirsty. Why am I drinking, I just hunted this morning.
Because, that tiny superior voice in Shelli gloated, you fainted. You saw the fire and you fainted, exactly like vampires aren’t supposed to. Shelli’s eyes snapped open and she pushed away the little human girls body from Aldi. He was covered in blood and his eyes were bathed in concern for her. Shelli threw herself at him and murmured "I’m so sorry. It was… I saw… the fire… there’s one outside. I couldn’t… think. I’m sorry for being such a pain." She pulled away from him, both ashamed and still woozy. She glanced around now. Hadn’t there been another voice? A small girl? Blinking fast, Shelli suddenly realized she couldn’t feel her blue contacts anymore. Damn. She had kept her eyes closed for so long that they had disintegrated in her venom. "Aldi? I came to look for you. I… think I heard someone else too. I can’t be sure since that was about when I fell, but I think I heard a girls voice?" She turned her statement into a question as she turned to look up at him.
Feeling completely conscious but to be sure, Shelli slowly got to her feet. No, nothing threatened to fall. Well, at least she didn’t. Her surroundings were dingy, they were obviously still in that area. Shelli found the human body again, the little girl who was quietly gushing her silky warm blood on the carpet. Putting her lips to the girls jugular, Shelli swallowed her blood further until the girl was dry and nothing more could be gotten from her. Letting the girl slump, Shelli rose quietly, noting her scarf was ruined, her shirt smeared with blood, and her purse was no doubt still lying somewhere outside where she had fallen. She’d have to get that later. But for now, Shelli turned back to Aldi. She already loved him much beyond thinking, but he had saved her a million times over now. There was that one time, so long ago when the fire had nearly consumed her, then he had turned her into a creature of the night, and now he helped her regain conscious. "Thank You, Aldi. I love you." She whispered softly, knowing he would hear her nevertheless.
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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