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 Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 11:57 am
Rogue lifted an eyebrow at the man who had approached her.
"No, really. You don't need to buy me a drink, and yes, I'm perfectly of age."
Rogue was sitting at the bar in the restaurant and enjoying a glass of Havana Club Rum. She was complimented and insulted all in the same moment. She was really just trying to lay low for a while. So many deaths, the cops...she killed half that had seen her and the other elders kill....the other half, she had them killed...very careful as to where and when and how it was all done.
She lifted her glass and took a drink.
"Looks like you could use a drink, though."
She waved her hand to an empty chair next to her.
"Mmm, don't mind if I do." He he sized her up again. She was beautiful. Too bad he would have to kill her. This was supposedly an Elder of the New York coven, and if he killed her, he could most certainly grow in rank with the hunters.
"So your voice indicates you're not quite from around here, or you're just visiting...?" He was searching for anything.
"Actually I just moved here with some family."
She lied through her teeth, her French accent coming through every word.
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2007 4:38 pm
The man was falling for every move she was making. Her seductive behavior would make most men devout followers. She laughed with him, joked with him...played up being just a normal city gal.
She could hear his heart racing as he talked to her. He wanted her, and she knew it, and she played along for an easy meal...she was enjoying playing with her food.
He lifted his head and laughed. He wondered if she could tell how nervous he was, or if she was prying into his thoughts. If she would he was dead.
But she was gorgeous. He had never been this close and laughing and joking with a vampire before, much less an elder. He prowled the alleyways and streets looking for vampires already atop their victims. Tonight he was lucky. He had come here tonight for a few drinks, and possibly a good meal, and if luck would have it, a woman for the night. He had been here a few times before, and tonight he would hunt for vampires...it was that simple.
Even trying to look human, and even though he knew she was shielding her aura, she was noticeable. Her deep green eyes were quite captivating, and if he didn't know she was a vampire, he would most certainly be HER prey. She would kill you if she knew what you were, he thought to himself. He wondered if he could get a kiss from such a dangerous beauty as this. It would have to be now, otherwise he would be dead. She wouldn't risk killing in the public in such a place as this. He took a long look into her eyes...if she tried to bite him here, he had a knife in place to take a good stab at her chest...
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 9:51 pm
As he leaned in, she leaned slightly to the side and whispered in his ear. "You're a little eager my friend. Why...we've only just met." Her voice purred into his ear. As she pulled away she could feel her fangs wanting to elongate, and the primal instinct was arising to rip his throat out, but she pushed it back.
She needed to teach herself more control. Weakness comes without control.
His heart was racing. Mmm. She could smell his sweat...not the bad body odor, but his...scent.
Her teasing made him want her even more. More than anything he wanted to rip her clothes off and throw her on the table behind them, and do a bit of the dirty. She was good. She has to be. Think of how many she's killed....probably a countless number...and you could be one of them... He tried to talk himself out of wanting to try and get some from her.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 10:02 pm
Ceon walked into the restaurant, sporting a black tuxedo and a white rose sticking out of his coat pocket. Tonight was a semi-good night for him. He had been attacked, and was going to be punished, but he got onse step closer to fulfilling his promise to Marissah. He could smell numerous vampires sipping blood from their wine-glasses, but he didn't care, he had come for some nice food and relaxation. He sat down at a table near a couple that were fllirting with each other. He laughed to himself when he smelled a strong aura of vampire drifting around the girl. He sat back, waiting to see if she could control herself from jumping and biting him. It was then that he noticed a stake in the man's hand. Ceon leaned back, thinking to himself, "This will be a very entertainging night."
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 11:39 am
Rogue looked into his eyes for a moment. A hazel color. "So tell me something more about yourself. You know I only moved here. What are you doing in the city..."
Mmm. She was getting curious. Quick, something...anything..."I'm just moved to New York from Jersey a few months ago. I'm learning the land, trying to get a job I might enjoy. I do a lot of web design and some photography on the side..."
He lifted his glass and drained it.
"Bartender, I'll have a Corona."
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 5:41 pm
Ceon took a sip wine as he absorbed the wonderful atmosphere around him. He loved how everyone in this restaurant was happy, joyous,romantic. It reminded him of how great Marissa had made him feel. He took a bite of veal, still completely absorbed with the conversation going on next to him between the human and the vampire.
It was then that Ceon started to think, "Maybe vampires are the key to finding the the vampire. There has to be at least one vampire in New York that has the information I'm looking for. For all I know the vampire at the table across from me could know. But how to get her attention?"
Ceon took out a glass cross from under his shirt, which was bound around his neck on a small rope of white wolf hairs. The cross was hollow and filled with fresh, crimson blood that gave the cross a reddish glow to it. Ceon unscrewed the top of the cross off and moved it around his nose, letting the pungent aroma of blood surround him. If this didn't attract the atention of the vampire girl, then Ceon didn't know what would.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 6:59 am
*Elle walks inside the restaurant and looks around, watching as humans interact with each other. The waiter shows her way to a table for two and pulls her chair for her to sit down. As she sits down the waiter places the menu on her table and leaves. Elle picks up only the wine insert and reads it. She looks up and notices a vampire she recognized among others in the coven. The waiter returns and she asks for a cabbernet sauvignon. As the waiter leaves, Elle opens her purse and leaves it slight open. The waiter returns and places the glass of wine on her table and leaves. Elle looks around for no one to see and dumps the wine inside the flower vase that is centered on her table. Looks inside her purse and takes out the small flask filled with blood and pours it in her glass, placing it back on her table and throwing inside her purse the small flask. Elle looks around and smiles at a young gentleman that was smiling at her from another table and takes a sip of blood from her glass.*
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 9:48 am
Rogue wondered how good of an artist he was if he was truly what he claimed to be. "Photography and web design. Both creative mediums...and are you any good, sir?" She smiled a coy smile, and took another drink from the glass. Rogue then noticed the slight scent of fresh blood. There should only be fresh blood at the back, and this did not smell like the blood served here.
She made no quick movements but glanced around, and caught the eye of a man eating veal who was apparently watching her. Her eyes flashed bright green for a moment as if on fire, then returned to the deep emerald as she returned her eyes to the man having a drink with her. Her eyes said something to this onlooker, almost urging the question of, 'What do you want with me?'
"I would hope so." He smiled at her, then looked at his glass. These things were lies and he knew it, but maybe only partially so. When he was in high school and early college he had studied both of these things, only to drop out later. "I always love good art...take the art in here for example...these paintings are full of a great deal of skill. I would say a great deal of people might come here to sit and look at them. They are massive, and full of life, detailed, yet the details are not a distraction. The owner must be proud to have paintings such as these." In these words, he was completely honest, for the paintings were strong with life, and filled with powerful compositions, yet they had heart and invoked something within the viewer. He had been here before...and he could not stop looking while he drank or ate.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 10:05 am
Nebiros, the shadow, the fallen; drifted through the ceiling of the establishment on his way to other things. He couldn't be seen, he had no desire to be seen. It was vexing. High society didn't hold the same temptations as the younger ones. They would fall in a different way inevitably, but not by him.
The humans were an ignorant lot. None here could even feel him. Their own souls were so numb that his aura washed over them with no effect. The former demon knew he was trying to remain low profile and yet to be ignored as such completely was simply insulting. Perhaps he would have to send Amanda to purge these dull eyed cattle of their contentment.
She had been doing well. It was a pride of his that she had fallen so quickly. And yet it only meant more time to play. None had come looking for her yet.
The shadowy entity that was Nebiros reached out. See if there were those that might fall, bring them down from the inside. He could feel wants and desires, none that were worth bargaining over. The souls were weak. Strange though...
He felt several more immortals within the room. This wasn't so uncommon in the city as he had originally thought. Nevertheless one of them was particularly strong. Curiousity might be the end of him and that was something the demon Nebiros wished for silently as he drifted through tables and chairs to reach the strong one. He wanted a closer read.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 10:21 am
*Elle was calmly drinking blood from a wine glass, pretending it was red wine. The people around her didn't suspect of her. Elle reached for her purse and took out a small notebook and a flask of red ink and an antique blade pen. She started writting in it as she ocasionally drank from her glass. The young man kept smiling at her from a table from afar. Elle gazed ocasionally as well, as if flirting with him, covering half her face with her notebook while looking at him.*
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 10:36 am
*Aparently the young man couldn't resist sitting and staring from afar, so he decided to stand up and walk towards the table were Elle was sitting. Elle placed the notebook down on the table and closed it.*
Pardon me, madam. I just couldn't wait for another perfect moment to come and meet such a beautiful lady.
*The young man smiled and Elle smiled slightly, not to show off her fangs. "hmm I seemed to have lured in, accidentaly, another mortal" Elle thought. Elle turned her head slightly and began to speak in a soft french accent*
Bonne Nuit.Enchantée. What's your name, garçon?
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 10:54 am
*The young man, gave a cocky smile and chuckled*
My name is Jaime Lebron, I'm an Executive Assistant for a well known company down in Florida. We're here for a business meeting. That's my boss on the table I was sitting, with the CEO of a company here in New York. And what's your name, "mademoiselle"?
*Said Jaime mockingly as he stared back with a smile planted on his face. Elle looked down dissapointed at the fact that the mortals that she attracted were wealthy a** bins that she always ends up getting rid off for the sake of other women and humanity*
My name is Elle Devoun, a not very well known person. There's not much to say about me. I came here two years ago from Lille,France, in search for someone that I lost and I'm certain that he's still alive. I'm interested in human anatomy as well as languages, meaning that I learn languages to comunicate with others and lure them in. *As Elle finished this sentence, she laughed and the man laughed with her, not understanding what she really meant.*
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 11:18 am
*Elle finished drinking her blood from the glass wine and licked softly her lips. The man smiled slightly and sat back on the chair, still staring at her. Elle stood up and the man followed her with his eyes, studying her soft porcelain skin, going down from her neck to the black laced-up corset she was wearing all the way down her long black satin skirt to the stilletto highheels. Elle smiled and turned around walking towards the bathrooms. The man followed her as if he was caught on a spell thrown at him by her. Elle turned her head and looked back and with her eye caught the man's sight following her. When she reached for the bathroom door, the man grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him and kissed her. Elle pulled back slowly and pushed the man inside the men's bathroom, Elle following behind. Elle kissed him again and pushed him inside one the stalls and closed it. They started kissing again until Elle got the chance to kiss his neck. The pulse in his veins drove her crazy and without thought she sank her fangs in his neck braking the flesh with two puncturing wounds. Elle drank from him, feeling the beating of his heart make a beautiful drum sound in her ears, every time, beating slower and slower. Until it stopped. Elle stood up straight and kissed his cheek. She turned around and without no one noticing she left the men's bathroom. She walked and passed her table leaving a 50 dollar bill on top of it and walked all the way to the front door. She stood outside the restaurant and took out a cigarette from her purse, lights it and takes a long drag on it, as she sees Jaime's boss getting anxious for his long absence.*
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 11:37 am
" Now what do we have here? A bloodsucker.. Just ate huh? I can tell by the smell all the way from over here!" Pummel walked over to Elle. She was dressed in a black leather jacket and shinning blue pants, a German dog stood beside her, it growled at Elle and looked at her with pure hatred in its eyes
" Down Chess be nice" Pummel commanded and the dog sat down and was silent. The red haired werewolf looked at Elle again "So who was the unlucky winner this evening?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 11:46 am
You need to go to a dog trainer as well Pummel, to train obedience on your a**.
*Elle gave Pummel and her dog a nasty look as well. Elle fixed her corset and cleaned her skirt from a dog's hair that was blown from the wind and landed on her skirt. Elle looked back at Pummel*
I will not talk about my dinner with you, thank you very much. So what brings you here little red doggy?
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