Cobain rolled her light blue hues and shook her head. "Oh your one of those." she huffed, taking a drag of her cigarette. "Youre no fun." she said. She looked back at him, and smiled baring her fangs. She turned around and started walking down the street, towards Jamaka. "Well, I perfer blood straight from the human neck." she shouted back to him, tossing her cigarette in a puddle. "You can come watch." she said turning back and smiling.
Originally posted by She Seduced
][just in a city killing people and stuf. i have to go to a birthday party. bbl stratigo ][
*Night stood there, on the corner of a town she had never journeyed in, but was about to find out what it was like. Walking down the dark sidewalk her long black trench coat billowed behind her. New people, new blood, new faces, she thought. Walking a bit farther she stopped and rested, putting her weight onto a dim, flickering light pole.*
(( okay i guess ill start , if im not aloud to be human than , ill be bitten okay ))
Name : Amaya
age: 14
race : human
Gender : female
LOOKS : black hair , green eyes , wears black baggy pants , spiked choker and bracelet , tight black shirt thats says " kill all imortal to this world " black finger nails , boots with chians on them , baggy pants have 8 chains to , some weaponds are noticable outhers arnt
Amaya put on a coat that covered her clothing up and pulled over her hood ,she looked like an inisent mortal that lost her way home . Amaya walked donw the park road , the icey cold wind blew across her face , she shivered a bit
Christian walked between old crumbling brick buildings, one of the many slums in the city. He passed an old woman, drawing with nothing on the wall and hissing to herself. A few young men could be seen in the dim moonlight in the alley to his right, probably a drug deal or something of the like.
Of course, Christian wasn't completely biased. He knew that the slums were the choice habitat of the insane and addicted, but he also knew that there were some that had no choice in the matter. It was these humans he spared. He knew what it was to be a captive of your own life. Besides, nobody would miss the insane, the drug dealers, a few hookers here and there.
He walked for a long while, not really searching for prey, not really looking for anything to do. Out of the mingled noises of sirens and music in the distance, he picked up the sound of voices somewhere up ahead. A step to the side and he melted into the shadows, continuing his long walk. As he approached the man and woman, he grinned. He knew what they were, and that they could probably sense him as well. He leaned against a cold building, and simply watched.
*Night stood there for a bit more. There was silence throughout the streets except the occasional russel of the trees and a few whispers of people who were most likely blocks away from her, but she still heard. Standing upright once more she walked on ahead, one free hand swaying at her side, her other inside her trench coat pocket fiddling with a lighter top that she flipped up and down over and over as she walked. She examined every person she passed by, which were very few; Were there any of her kind in these parts? Would she find them?, she thought about those things to herself.
She would continue along the sidewalk, whereever it would carry her, until she could find someone to relate with.*
Christian soon grew tired of watching the pair, as there seemed to be no bloodshed as of yet. It was their fight to have, anyway, if it were going to happen. He slipped silently past, using the shadows as cover. He knew it was more than likely useless, as he had no doubt they knew of his presence, but he didn't feel like getting involved with either of them at the moment. The less they saw of him, the better. Putting his hands in his pockets, he continued walking, always taking in his surroundings, always aware.
Soon he was out of the city, and in the surrounding suburbs. The city noises drifted off into the sky somewhere behind him, muted by the distance and the trees that he know walked under.
Christian stopped for a moment, and listened to the sounds of the night. Crickets chirping, trees rustling in the breeze. And soon the residential area was left behind, and all that lay ahead were a few closed down stores, a car repair place, and a bar. He sat down on a bench next to a street lamp, and watched the drunks spilling out of the door to the bar. He thought about catching one of them alone, but decided it was too much of a bother. Besides, he had already fed tonight, even if it was a terrible meal.
jamaka herd a sreem she quickly rann
jamaka😖un no!!!!!!!!!!!
she ran to him pushing him of the girl
jamaka: if you want to live run as far as you can till morning!!!
jamaka😖un stop control your self!!!!
sreems eckod thouw out the emty land sun lost controled of him self jamaka was thoun of by his moveing she standed up he smelt like beer
jamaka:come on you cant do this to me sun!!!!!!
*A slight puff of air came from Night's mouth as she blew the smoke out of her mouth from a cigarette she was smoking. She finished the last sip of her beer and through the glass bottle down, making a loud sound as it hit the concrete. She crossed the street and as she slowly walked the silence in the air was filled with a quiet, long grumble from her stomach. It was a sign of hunger, hunger for blood.*