Post by Victoria R. Azzurro on Mar 6, 2009 14:07:24 GMT -5
Desperation only brought you so far, and Raine's patience was wearing fine quickly. Animal blood only sufficed for a limited period of time and, though she was slowly getting used to it's bland taste, she had begun to wonder more and more about the substinance she was supposed to be obtaining. Lucre had tasted it, why couldn't she?
One slight little bit wouldn't hurt. She could just let the person go back with a small wound....
Stood towards the backs of one of the greenhouses, Victoria's somewhat darkened eyes stared up at the school, silently counting the nearest breath she could hear. She'd never wanted to be like this; her throat raw from thirst as she fought the instinct to run towards the cover of the trees or jump back for a hunt. She wouldn't have gone back on her decision, but she wouldn't agree to be a killer, not now nor ever.
And now came the obstacle of retrieving everything from the dorm, without a sound, without being noticed, without....feeding.
Ah the famous Firefox University, much nicer than the dump I have to call home. Things definatly needed to change. Though the dark figure that walked across the grounds of the school. He had no intention of invading tonight, and dragging of some defenseless Human, maybe some other night when he was feeling thirsty enough.
He had just left the wood his head still aching from his encounter with the unicorn. Why did those animals have to be so difficult to catch. Anyway he wanted to finish exploring the land surrounding the Castle before dawn. and he had made his way all the way to the school grounds. Things where much easier to ensnare ifhe knew thelayof the land.
Cloaking in theshadow of his near black trvelling cloak he made his way to the glass buildings that could only be green houses when he caught a scent. A dead scent, another vampire was nearby. He rounded the corner of the last building and found her. In a raspy voice he said, "Well your up awfully early the night is almost done." Really it was still a few hours before dawn broke, but still.
Tracing the wall with her finger, she took a short skip down her own made up trail. Her thoughts went through her head as quick as her mood swings.
So, if I get lost... I find the closet hot guy or chick to rescue me from...
She stared around at the closet greenhouse where she heard voices from. Outside, inside, it didn't matter where. Only ready to go be "involved." Her white hair stood out in the darkness of her surroundings. As did her clothes, her personality. She really didn't fit in much with the night hours.
The two voices she had heard at came to view. They didn't seem like they were in her friendly mood, maybe she could fix that.
If they don't notice me in 30 seconds, I suppose it means mentail retardation...
Post by Victoria R. Azzurro on Mar 6, 2009 15:41:26 GMT -5
Dark-hazel eyes flickering in the direction of another before his approach was announced, Victoria's nose wrinkled a little at the scent. "Couldn't sleep," she smirked a little at the useless excuse, "Besides, I'll be back before the suns up...."
Who the hell was he to interrupt her planning, anyway?
A sharp scent stung with the slight breeze, bringing a gasp between her lips and causing her head to snap towards it's source. Two thoughts wavered: one, she needed that sweet scent, she longed for it. And two, there was competition for it... this freak nearby. A low hiss pushed by her gritted teeth as she stared back at the male, almost daring him to try.
He chuckled at the answer, not that it was funny it was his just his way of acknowledging her response. He too would have to be moving along soon either that or ty hiding in the dungeons of the castle till nightfall came again. Which he doubted would work.
He was about to make a witty comment bout the School and the green houses when a most heavenly scent reached his nostrils, and the most beautiful beat of the living heart reached his ears. He heard he step around the corner thats when things suddenly picked up.
With out hesitation Jack grabbed for one of his knves and spun round with the simplest of glances and in a single fluid motion he grabbed the curious child by the hem of her school robes and pulled her off the ground spun and slammed her into the enchanted glass windows of the greenhouse. And pressed broad side of his blade against her Adam's-apple.
In the attack his cowl had fallen down and now his face was revealed by the faint light of the moon and stars. It was impossible to mistake him for a human, with his his razor sharp teeth and his angled features his bald head, pointed ears, and his red cat like eyes."Well well well, look what we got here. A very unfortunate fly has flown right into my web. So how much of her to you want my dear? I have no problems sharing. And i'm not even all that hungry, but I would love to see what makes this little girl tick." He said with a vicious show of passion and blood lust.
Post by Thomas Lucre on Mar 9, 2009 12:48:11 GMT -5
"If you're not that hungry, then how about showing some restraint?"
A purring voice, laced lightly with aggravation and disgust, rang out in the crisp night air. Out from the shadows of the trees that surrounded the house, stepped forth a blonde youth. His shaggy mane fluttered a bit in the passing breeze, and the red tie from his suit blew over his shoulder. His obsidian gaze looked upon the scene. His pet, Victoria, seemed to be caught in a confrontation with a bald and horrifying creature of the night as he held a hufflepuff hostage at knifepoint.
Hrm. He reminds me of the one that hides in the Castille. This one seems a bit sick in the head, though.
Unlike the one that hid in the shadows, this one just seemed a mad dog. Devoid of class, lacking in brains, it was a wonder he hadn't been incinerated by some wizard before. If Lucre was the one that needed to assist in this cremation, then he would have to do it without restraint, with full conviction.
"Let that girl go. If she sees any of us while you're threatening her in such a manner, who do you think is gonna come visiting the Castille later? Stupid freaking creature, its like you've never been shown how to feed." he spat, directing his disgust to the assailant. He took his wand from his sleeve and pointed at the balding creature, a faint red glow collecting at the end of the wand tip. He was not playing around. If he saw anything suspicious, he would let that creature and the girl both have it with all the energy he could muster.
The suddent jolt knocked the breath out her her lungs. She shut her eyes, almost afraid to take a look at whoever is trying to beat the living shit out of her. As one eye slowly opened, she could see a few figures. One. Two. Three.
I come out here and I get attacked by some crazed murder? She choked out a few words, trying to at least. "As much as you are wanting to 'eat' me..." Gasping for another word. "I wish you would get your filthy hands off." She almost snarled at him. There was no reason to even try to escape. She would stay up against this wall until he let her go.
Post by Victoria R. Azzurro on Mar 14, 2009 14:20:03 GMT -5
Already tormented purposelessly by the sweet scent, Victoria watched in that split second it took for the strange creature to make his move. She hesitated, cut off from attack by the other's own show of predatory instincts and true by the blade he held at the girls throat. A low hiss slipped by as her lip curled back over gritted teeth, glaring at the disguising being that threatened to murder just for his own pleasure. "I'm sure not much has changed since your last experiment, why bother?" she whispered harshly, stepping up to him in one quick movement, "And I'm not your dear."
Slipping into a small crouch, she growled a little, fully prepared to spring the moment he went too far. Here, she could jump either to claim her own victim as her body willed her to carry out such a deed, whilst her mind fought against that calling, that need and took another route to protect the young girl. That direction just managed to pull her more...
Startled somewhat as Lucre's shrill tone caught her off guard, she stood besides the young mortal girl - slipping a pale finger up along the broad side of the knife from where the Nosferatu's hand grasped it, to where it pressed against her throat. Glaring as she pushed his hands a small distance away, she let her free arm form a timid barrage in-front of the student. She was avoiding looking at her sire with all costs. If he could tell how close she was to turning face and feeding herself...
She should never have left the Castille.
The girl behind her had choked her words, struggled. Not really helping the situation, but creating herself as more bait for the gruesome creature. "You are only making his game more enjoyable," she hissed to the color-head she attempted to protect, wincing a little as Lucre suggested the consequences of this night and as she failed to ignore the skipping pulse of the heart as it raced more so with the fear and anger of it's personal body.
These two where terrible at protecting mortals, especially from hi, and why should they be. she was their prey too. They shouldn't WANT to protect the mortal child. They should be begging him to spare a drop. Which he would. Grinning wickedly he twitch his hand letting the blade graze the girl's chin.
Crimson fluid oozed from the now broken skin, and the smell of her life essence was intoxicating. Even to him but to these two? Especially the one who had yet too feed.... One could only guess.
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