Cobain stood ontop of a yellow house, with a white picket fence and a dog barking in the backyard. Her dark brunette tressels blowing in the wind, as her green gem hues focused on the family across the street. She wore leather boots that stopped before her knee, and had silver thin heels. She stood at 5'9, and wore a leather v-neck and tight jeans, a trench coat making waves in the cool breeze.
A cigarette dangled from her ruby red lips, the smoke drifting over her head. She watched the couple across the street, walking around in their underwear in the kitchen. The woman looked the most tasty, her skin was so smooth and clean Cobain could taste the flesh from where she stood.
Her boyfriend looked strong, he was making coffee, flexing his muscles as he poured the black sludge into his white coffee mug. Cobain shook her head, as she flicked her cigarette and gray smoke poured from her nostrils. She walked alittle down the roof, and crouched down the light of the moon skimming her back. She was almost invisble from the naked eye.
She watched as the two kissed gently, and she almost felt bad for them. Almost. She stood up straight, the street light glimmering down onto her. She tossed her cigarette aside, and charged toward the house. Her body smashed through the bay window, and she tumbled to her feet as she landed. The two looked surprised, and almost concerned. That look was ripped from their facs, as Cobain ripped the heel of her boot through the mans knee making him unable to attack.
Cobain quickly grabbed the little blonde and smashed her into the wall, the wall crumbling around her. She smiled as she heard the girls boyfriend crying and screaming. Cobain's fist went through the kitchen cabinet, and as she jerked outwards the cabinet released from the wall and flew into the mans chest.
Cobain held onto the girls neck tight and lifted her off the floor. She smiled and then dug her fangs hard into the womans cheek, Cobains other hand holding the womans jaw closed so she couldnt scream. She could feel the girls legs shaking as she was dying. Cobain quickly dropped her, and wipped her face.
The man was slowly coming to, his eyes focusing on his girls face, her blue eyes drained and gray and a large hole on the side of her face. He wanted to scream but Cobain already had him by his adams apple. She was sitting on his broken ribs on the kithen floor, her heels stabbing through his wrist.
"Hmm you look crucified." she smiled and before a tear emerged from his eye, her fangs where deep into his throat.
Cobain had cleaned off her bloody face, and walked out the front door of the house. From the broken bay window it was clear to see a very messy kitchen and two lovers ontop of each other on the island counter. She lit another cigarette, and let out a small moan as she took a drag.
Cobain smiled and walked down the stairs, her heels clicking and echoing as she walked down the street.
(Sounds fine, i'll get a picture posted too.)
Belmont was tired, that would be quite the understatement. Black hair basically plastered along his forehead he remained seated on the ratty bed, in the crappy apartment he had chosen. Jade optics quietly fumbling along the room heavy breathing filtered from his body. In his hand was a custom style Ingram along with a new weapon that James had modeled for him. It mainly resembled that of a desert eagle but didn't have the exact swing back. The ammo was of special construction as well, so that could be a little surprise he supposed. Laying a few feet away where what most likely was three dead humans. At closer look one would see three carefully aimed steel steaks in each of their chests. Canine protrusions along their lips gave them away to be vampires. "Bloodsuckers..rats...waste of a non existing life." He was framed quietly along the wall leaning. Reaching into his pocket he would find his pack of cigarettes opening them. Gun still in his hand made it awkward enough for him to get the cigarette out let alone light in. Tossing the pack aside he would quietly take a drag from it while examining the three dead vampires. "When did your kind get balls of steel? Usually I have to track you down." No answer came due to the fact each was undoubtly dead or better yet immobile. "Maybe my luck's just improving. You guys aren't getting nervous are you?" Eyes moving quietly to half lid he would be quiet now.
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Cobain walked slowly through the park, placed in the center of this forsaken city. The place reeked of whiskey and BO. She hated the stench of rotting humans, and there seemed to be plenty in the park just rotting away. She had her cigarette placed between her two fingers, the embers barely holding on.
She ran her fingers into her coffee brown strands, and took a hard drag of her cigarette so it would stay lit. Her heels clicked, echoing off the tree's and the homeless people making homes under benches and in trashcans. She hated this city, but she had returned to escape the police.
She had gotten sloppy a few thousand miles away from here.
She some how forgot to destroy a woman in her massacre. That woman would escape and some how get the police to believe her. Strange. Anywhere else, that girl wouldve been thrown into the nut house.
Cobain decided to return, to this hell hole till it all died down. She was safe here, even though she could still smell Belmont in the air.
She smiled, taking another drag of her cigarette. "Belmont." she whispered, as gray smoke swirled off her tounge. She snickered and pulled up her hair, into a sloppy bun, a tattoo of a melting skull was place on the center of her neck. She rolled her tounge across her lips and smiled, scanning the strip for a feast.
Rashede go to a home he see kids play that r werewolf he in go to see a man name max so rashede can no why he in a vampire and werewolf he go to ask a kid Rashede:hi can i see max kid: yes he is in the big red door RAshede: hi max
it was a man get in aet by max max get up max: so you r rashede Rashede:yes im m but a assaassin kill max Rashede: o #@%#$
it was a vampire rashede get out a bat in hit the asssassin in the eye rashede try to interrogation the assasin Rashede: how r you assassin:you so rashede kill the assassin
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Cobain clearly could smell the presence of another vampire. She knew who it was, this scent had been in the distance for a while now. She continued walking across the street, into the mass crowd of humans. Her eyes scanning around her, she had spotted Sabrina crouched down in the shadows.
"Jackass." she whispered. Then with a simple bend and push from the knees, she jumped high above the crowd and landed in a crouch position on a billboard.
She watched Sabrina, knowing full well that Sabrina could see her where she stood. The thing she couldnt understand, is why she was constantly looking for her. Cobain smiled and waved at her, then as she leaped down she grabbed the ledge of a spot light and swung under the billboard and off into the residental area, dissapearing.