Vampire RP anyone?

Philip LaChance stood gazing over the cityscape through the large glass windows of his penthouse apartment his hands clasped behind his back. A voice sounded out behind him “Mr. LaChance?” the voice said almost a whisper “Yes, please continue” the dry deep voice of LaChance issued forth without the man himself turning.

The voice continued “Sir, several of our mortal staff have been killed” LaChance shifted slightly and responded questioning the man and turning his head “By whom?” the mans voice continued, noticeable worried “We don’t know, all the signs point to…well other Vampires”
LaChance walked over to his desk and sat down sighing “It is as I feared” he said sadly “the old ways die, the young in their rebel youth high on power kill without reason, they see the mortal man as mere cattle” he shook his head “I lose out from their lack of foresight, the mortals who work for my organisation sign a bond to me and the they stay safe…that was my promise, it once was that my name was enough to uphold that word” he waved his hand “I need mortals, I cannot run a business purely with kindred as employees we could never function, we need to maintain a ‘day face’” he nodded to the now rather scared young man standing before him “Alright Mr. Longtree, you can go, thank you for the report oh and James…” this was most odd LaChance had quite a specific way about him, very rarely did he call his Aide by their Christian name “You’re a mortal man, you need to be careful my name cannot protect you now, not like it once would” the man nodded managing a small smile before replying “Yes sir, I do try. Thank you” James Longtree left disappearing into the darkness of the apartment and leaving through one of the side doors.

LaChance sat at his desk muttering to himself, suddenly he stood up and stormed out grabbing his coat on the way, reaching his car he climbed in and sped off into the night pulling up outside one of his clubs popular with both mortals and vampires he entered knowing this would be a long night. It was time to see the problem first hand, time to meet the rebel youth.

Originally posted by AOR
Leinhart's voice pierced through the vegetation of the thick forest. "Not even a minute in this forest and you've already broken the second rule." There was a rustle amongst the trees and then silence once more. "How hungry you are will determine what your body sees, and what your pray will notice. Vampires can walk amongst animals that they hunt. The others, seeing them, will run in fear. It is how we maintain the balance." Once again there was movement up in the trees and then silence. It was though he was hopping from limb to limb. "Ask yourself, what are you hungry for?"

A part of her mind convcieved relentless ideas of what she would consume, but still kept reminder that the other, stronger vampire was lurking near by. Now...what to eat.

"You best hurry," came Leinhart's voice out of nowhere. "The animals can't resist before they feel your prescence, and then they will run." This time a tree fell beside her, almost crushing her in it's fall, "and it's only a matter of time before I get bored..."

She growled as the dear she had been stalki gran off. The tree swished her hair into her face with a sudden blow, and she shook it out gently.
Bored? Ha. Try me.
She decided that a large doe was the way go, and lept upward, cathing a branch, and perching herself on it. One thing she had become quite skilled at. As soon as it crossed under she lept down, her body over taking it. Oddly enough, however, some instinct overthrew her and her wings enveloped it as she devoured a limb.
She hadn't realized she was so hungry.

Originally posted by DragonWoman
Misaki; ever the friend of shadows walked the streets of the town as she usually did after dusk. Catching the scent of the mortals that inhabited the town made her feel truly lively, but behind the steely facade of her vampiric features she truly longed for both death and life as she'd once known it.
Following the path of another randomised target, Misaki's movements became fluid and faster than the usual human eye could catch.
The hunt was on.

Don continued to walk, unawares of anything. For some odd reason, his hand continually brushed against the grip of his concealed weapon. He felt safe; safer than he should've, he knew. He slowed his pace, then eased off to a right and into an alley, feeling the need to relieve himself. He went behind two garbage cans.

Originally posted by Wild-Cherry
She growled as the dear she had been stalki gran off. The tree swished her hair into her face with a sudden blow, and she shook it out gently.
Bored? Ha. Try me.
She decided that a large doe was the way go, and lept upward, cathing a branch, and perching herself on it. One thing she had become quite skilled at. As soon as it crossed under she lept down, her body over taking it. Oddly enough, however, some instinct overthrew her and her wings enveloped it as she devoured a limb.
She hadn't realized she was so hungry.

The was a gust and the silence; dead silence. It was so calm that the rabbit that leaped out infront froze when it touched the ground. The voice that emerged from the trees came in all directions, and was not that of Lienhart, "How did you do that?"

Shona looked up, growling slightly. Blood trickled down her chin, and she wiped it silently. Without answering she stood, her eyes narrowed. Who was this? What did he want with her? A sudden pang caught in her thraot....waht was this emotion? She felt defensive, scared. But not fo rherself.
Leinhart?
If you lay a hand on him....
Somehow, afte rhis harsh words and threatning gestures she feared his life being risked.

Originally posted by Wild-Cherry
Shona looked up, growling slightly. Blood trickled down her chin, and she wiped it silently. Without answering she stood, her eyes narrowed. Who was this? What did he want with her? A sudden pang caught in her thraot....waht was this emotion? She felt defensive, scared. But not fo rherself.
Leinhart?
If you lay a hand on him....
Somehow, afte rhis harsh words and threatning gestures she feared his life being risked.

"Are you threatening me?" the voice inquired with a sudden gust that pinned Shona against a large oak tree. The being descended from the sky after snapping the surrounding trees with ease. He gently touched the ground and motioned his hand bringing Shona within arms reach. Although she was free from the tree, she was immobile and had no control. "I don't believe you know who I am. I am Count Dracula!" The ending was overly emphazised with norwegic accent. "Please tell me you know who I am." He sighed letting her fall to the ground from his grip.

For a moment her mind abandoned her. As she was forced against the tree she felt the slight essensce of her sister. That was much like how her sister's enrgy felt...amplified now, but so similar. She fought the urge to become wrapped up in it. She shook her jet black hair out of her blank eyes and nodded.

" Of course i know of you... but..."

Her voice trailed off. How could she know it was him if she had never seen or felt his energy before?

(alright all, new character!)

Name- Paton Turner
Age- 19
Race- Vampire
Appearance- Icy blue eyes, wavy bleach blonde hair past her shoulders which makes it hard for others to believe she is infact a vampire, about 5'7'', thin build, lanky
Personality- quiet most of the time, but once you get her going she's sarcastic and easy-going most of the time.
Bio- Abandoned by her parents when she was about 13 years old, Paton was taken in by a local orphanage. She was treated horrible there, like a runt, and was rarely ever spoken to, and if someone was speaking to her it was only to insult her or to pick on her. Her hair and eyes were normally the subject to make fun of, Paton was always an easy target. For five years, this was her home, she figured it couldnt be that bad if they fed her and gave her a warm bed. And finally, on her 18th birthday, Paton was forced out since the orphange no longer had to be responsible for her. She then lived on the streets, getting food and money when she could, stealing if she had too. Paton became a regular at a club, which happened to be the place where she was later 'changed'. Eventually getting a job as a bartender at the club, Paton spends most of her time there or roaming the streets, feeding whenever and wherever she can.

Paton stood behind the bar in the raunchy club, doing what she always did, serving the people opposite of her. She watched as the crowd moved to the pumping beat of the music. Knowing or atleast being acquainted with most of the people and regulars in the club, an occasional new costomer caught her eye. She always had enjoyed people watching, and this was the perfect place to do so. This time a man, a few years older than her obviosuly, who looked almost out of place in a club such as this one.

Her cold eyes followed him from the moment he walked in the front door. It seemed as if he was looking for something, but whatever it was, Paton was sure he wouldnt find it here. Unless of course, it was a brawl or a fight, those seemed to happen more frequently than they did when she first started to work here. Paton soon figured it was the growing number of vampires in this part of town that was causing the uproar, either that or more vampires were lurking beyond the shadows. Paton herself had learned the hard way that nowhere is safe, particularly at night when the vampires roam around, feeding off of unsuspecting victims such as herself.

Her attention was averted from the man as a few familiar people sat down at the bar and called her name. She smiled at them, did one last glance towards the front door, and became preoccupied with her friends.

Originally posted by Wild-Cherry
For a moment her mind abandoned her. As she was forced against the tree she felt the slight essensce of her sister. That was much like how her sister's enrgy felt...amplified now, but so similar. She fought the urge to become wrapped up in it. She shook her jet black hair out of her blank eyes and nodded.

" Of course i know of you... but..."

Her voice trailed off. How could she know it was him if she had never seen or felt his energy before?

His eyes trailed from Shona and met the gaze of Leinhart. Without having to turn around, an aurora of hostility could be felt emitting from Leinhart. As Leinhart walked behind Shona, a dark smoke began circling around Shona like it had a mind of it's own. This clearly was a primitive sign of ownership, and Count Dracula withheld his ground. "To what do we owe the displeasure, Count?"

Count Dracula cleared his throat before continuing, "There is a disturbance in the order." He returned his vision back to the enveloped girl who was still sitting at the feet of Leinhart, "So you have chosen her." He seemed to move his tongue in disgust, "And to think you could have had..."

"Enough!", interrupted Leinhart, the smoking becoming a dark red color, "We can discuss this in private." He looked down from his hood and stared at the confused Shona, "she doesn't need to know this." His voice felt remorseful and filled with compassion, however he did not waver from his stance. Count Dracula nodded and bowed to allow Leinhart to pass in front of him. Leinhart passed Shona as though he were ghost, his body materializing as he walked in front of Shona. From the rear angle, she could see that the smoking tentacles had in fact come from Leinhart which gave him almost a wing like appearance. "Shona, stay here," he ordered without turning around, "there is a small fawn behind the tree. I'll return soon enough."

Heart jumped to a bilding she loved being a hafe vampier she walked she walked on thouw the bilding top.The cool night air hit her tan skin and her hair was back her body swinged softly side to side with every step.She walked to the top front of the block bilding and looked down the lights of the city glowed down blow she watched humons walk by she smiled her small fangs shown she walked on to the middle of the bilding.She had control of eating humon food or humons mostly humon food no one thout she was a hafe vampier realy because her small fangs.Her blue eyes looked around for any one.

Originally posted by AOR
His eyes trailed from Shona and met the gaze of Leinhart. Without having to turn around, an aurora of hostility could be felt emitting from Leinhart. As Leinhart walked behind Shona, a dark smoke began circling around Shona like it had a mind of it's own. This clearly was a primitive sign of ownership, and Count Dracula withheld his ground. "To what do we owe the displeasure, Count?"

Count Dracula cleared his throat before continuing, "There is a disturbance in the order." He returned his vision back to the enveloped girl who was still sitting at the feet of Leinhart, "So you have chosen her." He seemed to move his tongue in disgust, "And to think you could have had..."

"Enough!", interrupted Leinhart, the smoking becoming a dark red color, "We can discuss this in private." He looked down from his hood and stared at the confused Shona, "she doesn't need to know this." His voice felt remorseful and filled with compassion, however he did not waver from his stance. Count Dracula nodded and bowed to allow Leinhart to pass in front of him. Leinhart passed Shona as though he were ghost, his body materializing as he walked in front of Shona. From the rear angle, she could see that the smoking tentacles had in fact come from Leinhart which gave him almost a wing like appearance. "Shona, stay here," he ordered without turning around, "there is a small fawn behind the tree. I'll return soon enough."

Slowly she made her way around the tree, picking up the fawn and lifting it to her lips. A revolting sensation circulated in her stomach. She lifted her eyes. She couldn't eat. She stood, and quietly moved to a large tree behind where Leinhart and the Count stood. Tension rose around them. She placed her fingers on the rough bark, tilting her head to see what was going on. Her blonde hair fell softly in her eyes as she stood ready to defend Leinhart if she must, despite the fact that his strength was far greater then her own.

Originally posted by Wild-Cherry
Shona sat quietly on her knees, her hand resting in fists to either side of them. The smoke which seethed it's way around her clouded her vision. Behind her Leinhart's prescense left a safe signiture in her mind. She was glad he was not injured. She listened closely o the powerful vampire's voice. It sent her nerves spirling into a dizzy sense of confusion.
Chosen?
She lingered on his last words for a moment and stood suddenly as Leinhart turned to walk off. She opened her mouth, reaching out one pale hand, but soon closed it. His aura was frighteningly aggrivated, but he managed to keep himself calm. She closed her eyes and sighed, then looking away. It was in her best interest that she listened to him.

Slowly she made her way around the tree, picking up the fawn and lifting it to her lips. A revolting sensation circulated in her stomach. She lifted her eyes. She couldn't eat. She stood, and quietly moved to a large tree behind where Leinhart and the Count stood. Tension rose around them. She placed her fingers on the rough bark, tilting her head to see what was going on. Her blonde hair fell softly in her eyes as she stood ready to defend Leinhart if she must, despite the fact that his strength was far greater then her own.

It was hours before Leinhart returned, and he seemed annoyed beyond belief. However this was only revealed when he gritted his death and punched a tree in shattering it into countless splinters. He wouldn't turn to meet Shona's gaze, guilt and shame surrounded him. "Shona, has it occured to you what I did to you in the water when I brought you here?"

Originally posted by AOR
It was hours before Leinhart returned, and he seemed annoyed beyond belief. However this was only revealed when he gritted his death and punched a tree in shattering it into countless splinters. He wouldn't turn to meet Shona's gaze, guilt and shame surrounded him. "Shona, has it occured to you what I did to you in the water when I brought you here?"

" I...." She paused. " I've been wondering about that myself. So i guess, no. What happened to me?"

Her eyes fell to the floor uncomfortably.

Originally posted by Wild-Cherry
Shona had fallen into a light sleep on the ground, awoken by the thundering sound of the tree spliting. She shot up, her eyes widened with a nervous anticipation of what was to come. She cocked her head unconciously and brushed her hair back after rubbing the sleepiness out of her now calmed eyes. She was almost afraid to answer, like when they had first met. He questioned her about things she had no idea of, triggering an embarrasment to answer. Now she had no idea...and it greatly concerned her.

" I...." She paused. " I've been wondering about that myself. So i guess, no. What happened to me?"

Her eyes fell to the floor uncomfortably.

He sighed, and it was as if the earth heaved it's chest to let out a mighty sigh, for just in that moment a gust of wind blew bending the tall grass that bordered the lake. There was a still pause that made it almost unbearable to Leinhart himself. Then he spoke with remorse carrying every word, "I used to be engaged. She was the most beautiful vampiress I ever did lay eyes on. She had snow white hair, and grayish blue eyes. And the sweetest voice that could lull even the werewolves to sleep." He stopped chuckling away the tears, "but then came the hunters. We would have run, but she chose to stay. 'Together,' she said, 'we can rid our people of these monsters once and for all. For our children, and our children's children.'" Here he knelt and pulled back the cloak, and a tatoo of two binding rings were intricatly drawn on his hand.

With that same hand he took Shona's arm and reversed it, and revealed a similar drawing, "she died that night. She wasn't a vampire ready for war. She didn't even see the betrayl comming." He let his head fall, and two water droplets fell to the ground landing before Shona. "That night, I knew I had failed everyone. Even my most beloved. That night I brought you here, I made you more than pure. I made you my equal. Not insomuch my abilities alone, but my life aswell. We are two souls intertwined. What ever pain you feel, I feel. Whatever joy I have, you share. My peace is yours, and your chaos is mine. For that night something occured that I had not thought possible, but..." he stopped out of fear that he was imposing his too much on her. He rose quickly and turned but cocked his head to the side and merely whispered in the wind, "...I fell in love."

Shona listened closely to his every word, even though she may not have wanted to hear it. She would listen, for him. She kept her eyes glued to her feet, suddenly feeling weak. She only raised them to glance at the tatoo marked onto his hand. She dared not blink, in fear that all of the emotions weighing her down would flood forth. She felt her teeth inadvertently slid onto her bottom lip, but another method to hold down the lump delaying her breaths slightly. Doubt clouded her mind.
How could you think...? What makes you think you were good enough? You can't raise a damn finger to that. Maybe Drayselle could have, but not you. You'll never change.
A sudden pang slashed trhough her like a dull knife. Now, more then ever she wanted her sister back. She would've known how to comfort her. But what had become of her? Was she even alive? It wasn't as if she had even seen her scince she was younger.

She still hadn't looked up when Leinhart began to speak once more. She drew her eyes up to her own arm, nervously scanning over the mark, unwilling to look the vampire before her in the eye. The rest of his words caused her to draw in a confused gasp. Why would he do that to himself? She had nothing to offer....Her emotions..his? She had barely caught the words after his final pause.
In.....love?

Shona, now lost in her own hidden insecurity was unable to constrict her tears from flowing freely down her face. The sob she had been confiding released itself in one short breath as she fell to her kness, twisted with an odd sense of every emotion she had ever felt crammed into one moment. Still she shaded her eyes. She didn't want him to see her like this, but she couldn't stop. What he described..his pain made it even worse. Silent traces if past memories, failures, and now this dripped vengefully down her cheeks. The last words her sister had ever said to her flashed through her mind in a blissfully real memory.
" Wait for them.. the one who will reach out to your weakness, and won't let go. Hold on."

Could this be what she was talking about? Only then did she notice night had fallen. The moon reflected on the fresh streaks still making their way down her face, when, finally, she let her eyes meet Leinharts. She couldn't speak.

I can't stand seeing you hurt. I need to be with you. I won't let you go....unless... unless you are through with me.

Originally posted by Wild-Cherry
Shona listened closely to his every word, even though she may not have wanted to hear it. She would listen, for him. She kept her eyes glued to her feet, suddenly feeling weak. She only raised them to glance at the tatoo marked onto his hand. She dared not blink, in fear that all of the emotions weighing her down would flood forth. She felt her teeth inadvertently slid onto her bottom lip, but another method to hold down the lump delaying her breaths slightly. Doubt clouded her mind.
How could you think...? What makes you think you were good enough? You can't raise a damn finger to that. Maybe Drayselle could have, but not you. You'll never change.
A sudden pang slashed trhough her like a dull knife. Now, more then ever she wanted her sister back. She would've known how to comfort her. But what had become of her? Was she even alive? It wasn't as if she had even seen her scince she was younger.

She still hadn't looked up when Leinhart began to speak once more. She drew her eyes up to her own arm, nervously scanning over the mark, unwilling to look the vampire before her in the eye. The rest of his words caused her to draw in a confused gasp. Why would he do that to himself? She had nothing to offer....Her emotions..his? She had barely caught the words after his final pause.
In.....love?

Shona, now lost in her own hidden insecurity was unable to constrict her tears from flowing freely down her face. The sob she had been confiding released itself in one short breath as she fell to her kness, twisted with an odd sense of every emotion she had ever felt crammed into one moment. Still she shaded her eyes. She didn't want him to see her like this, but she couldn't stop. What he described..his pain made it even worse. Silent traces if past memories, failures, and now this dripped vengefully down her cheeks. The last words her sister had ever said to her flashed through her mind in a blissfully real memory.
" Wait for them.. the one who will reach out to your weakness, and won't let go. Hold on."

Could this be what she was talking about? Only then did she notice night had fallen. The moon reflected on the fresh streaks still making their way down her face, when, finally, she let her eyes meet Leinharts. She couldn't speak.

I can't stand seeing you hurt. I need to be with you. I won't let you go....unless... unless you are through with me.

Leinhart did not turn, he understood the confusion that must have flooded her mind. He had nothing else to say, "I'm....i'm sorry." His cloak became once more his pair of bat wings. And with a final swoop, he bounded from the ground and took flight into the starry night sky.

She stood, still unable to speak. The tears had finally ceased. She reached out for him.
" Please don't leave. Please."
She whispered. The tears flooded her eyes again as she waited for the night to simply envelope her. She spread, reluctantly, the wings he had given her. Her heart had been ripped apart, then slowly peiced into a pile which was now blowing away in the cool niight wind. She looked at her wrist, the mark on it only destroyed her a little more. Attempting to comfort herself she thought over and over about how this was not the first time, but it only worsened the pain.
Give it up Shona.
Her whole body heaved with a sigh. Two wings covered her body as it trembled wiht soft sobs. She had not cried in so long that now it wouldnt stop. It was truley a pathetic sight to behold. She felt as if she were a flower trying to blom in snow. It was worthless trying to force through the cold ice that enveloped her body which heald onto itself by a mere thread, the tiny bit of sun that still showed through. Now it was night, a cold winter night.
Even if it is not returned...I love you.
Finally she stood, walking away, unwilling to try her wings, a constant reminder of the one she had appearantly lost. Her feet felt like lead, falling and rising with the chain shanks of her brutal emotions when finally a mountain range came into iew. It was cold...winter was closing in quickly.