Vampires Strike Back

At feeling the grip around her wrists become not tight, Crayola’s erratic heartbeat relaxed…barely. She still had to contend with his steel blue eyes, staring at her so deeply she could barely catch her breath, her voice only able to come out a whisper with a weak smile. “This is coming from the one who follows me home, breaks through the sunroof, and pins me up against the closest object. Who’s interested in whom?”

Finally no longer able to bare it, she lowered her head, her glasses slipping from her face and onto the floor as she did thus. Ignoring it, Crayola forced her hazel gaze back upwards, figuring she should be watchful before considering her course of action…

"I dont know why I followed" he said, and when she looked back, something overcame him and he let go his grip and stepped back. Not letting his guard down. "I saw you, looking at the girl I killed. I assumed.." he shook his head, letting his pale blonde hair fall in his face. He quickly looked back at her, taking a step forward. "Youre not going to try any tricks are you?" he asked, clenching his fists.

Crayola, surprised at the sudden release, massaged her tender wrists, not daring to avert her eyes from the stranger. And also…she didn’t need for it to seem as if she were up to something. Tilting her head, she thought for a minute. “Well, considering you happened to pin me by the fridge, utensils are a little too far out of reach…and you let go of me, so I’m not going to rebound off the fridge and jump on you as I originally intended…”

Sighing, she wiggled her gloved fingers, thinking on his earlier words. In a way, she was interested, in wonder as to who drank from the woman then tossed her away like some sort of left over, leaving her to rot. The woman’s death didn’t completely bother her, people died all the time. It was the fact that the murderer was in her home and her fear was slowly starting to become replaced by intrigue.

Focusing back on the blonde haired vampire before her, Crayola arched an eyebrow, hands down to her sides. “So…what, do you always talk to your victims or do you have something else in store?”

He laughed and brushed his hair back. "No if I want to kill them i do, I dont just start a conversation." he told her. "So I guess youre one of the few I dont kill. I'm not as vicious as I seem." he told her.
"Now you want to tell me why you were snooping around my dead victim?" he asked taking off his trench, revealing a black t-shirt and placed his jacket on the counter, with his gloves.

]][[ooc: is anyone else going to rp. ALl I know that is happening is that my character Dean followed Crayola, and now they are talking. Thats it, but seriosuly ... it shouldnt just be us two.][

Scratch looked aorund as he left the house. Then, looking behind him at the other vampires, he bolted down the street.

((Now, if they're still playing, they'll follow... If not, they won't - also it'll meet Scratch with you two!))

(OOC: So then its just the three of us then...hopefullys not)

Crayola, slightly more comfortable, leaned back against the fridge, folding her arms across her white t-shirt. Having cut off the midriff, she lowered her silver bracelet covered arms over her bellybutton, not yet bothering to pick up her glasses. “How about you tell me why you’re getting comfortable, what with your jacket on the table and all?” she countered with a perky smile, holding an innocent tone.

She had no intentions of revealing her motivations or why she was even in town…not yet anyways. It was her fault though, she should have been more careful with the body. ‘Didn’t even follow the same pattern but I had to check anyways…’

((OOC😮k well i am dropping out of this rpg.... i might come back i dunno but for now i am out.))

(OOC: Aww, you're out? Hmm... 😬 )

(( yep i am out))

((Alright then man see ya))

Westlie was sat on the bench for a while, keeping a close eye on everyone and everything.

Originally posted by midnite127
(OOC: So then its just the three of us then...hopefullys not)

Crayola, slightly more comfortable, leaned back against the fridge, folding her arms across her white t-shirt. Having cut off the midriff, she lowered her silver bracelet covered arms over her bellybutton, not yet bothering to pick up her glasses. “How about you tell me why you’re getting comfortable, what with your jacket on the table and all?” she countered with a perky smile, holding an innocent tone.

She had no intentions of revealing her motivations or why she was even in town…not yet anyways. It was her fault though, she should have been more careful with the body. ‘Didn’t even follow the same pattern but I had to check anyways…’

Dean looked at her, and gave her a smirk, then quickly dashed over in a blink of an eye and grabbed her neck smashing her into the fridge.
"I dont much like your attitude miss." he growled, and squeezed hard, lifting her up so she was on her toes. Then he quickly released her, letting her fall to the floor.
"I dont much like sarcasm.. that is unless I'm the one using it." he stated.

((im sorry but im not going to be on enough(School ahhh) to RP anymore so please go ahead and play without me bye))

(OOC: Alright thens, by Darkshadows, see ya rounds Shadow King)

Falling to her knees, Crayola massaged her neck, smiling bitterly. “You little son of a…ooh!” She mumbled the rest frustrated, nodding her head. Her demeanor growing mature, she pulled a curl back, propping herself up against the fridge, unable to contain herself. “Funny, I didn’t think you would have the eloquence to use sarcasm nonetheless the wit to know what it meant…’

Holding both hands out, shaking them hurriedly, Crayola smiled, regaining her innocent nature. “Okay, joking, joking!” She laughed to herself quickly. “Sorry, just thought I’d get that last bit out, I’ll try and tone it down a bit, kay?”

Bring her knees up, Crayola rested her elbows on each, looking up to him with a casual smile. “Okay stranger...if you’re not going to kill me, whatever are you going to do? Take up residence in my home…of course me having no say in the matter, what with the possibility of you getting all killer mode on me…” She laughed to herself lightly, fiddling around with a bracelet, an amethyst stone embedded in the center. “But seriously, what now?”

((Midnight its was about 10:00am ish lol. yeh see you on here and things.))

Westlie stood and walked down the street and looked in the door, he could see the a girl on the floor and a man standing next to her.

Heading down an alley, Scratch found himself on a road, a balcony overhanging the sidewalk. Knowing the other vamps would be following him, he lept upward, grabbing the bottom of the balcony, slowly, painstakingly, pulling his arms up the railings, each new handhold making a slight metallic sound.

"Is everything ok in here" Westlie said into the building at the people standing in the doorway.

((Is no-one gunna come back to this story lol))

I'm a vampire hunter

name:Vathu
Race:vampire(what you think a human would be named vathu????)
gender:male
age:18
appearance:Black hair,Red Eyes(when mad when not blackish),black hooded robe,when my robe is off i am black and red straps covering my body and white rags wrapped around my arms with black rags around my neck hiding my mouth and teeth when I'm not feeding,and a black cape with blood on it.
Weapons of choice(2):myself or my assortment of blades hanging from my straps.note:they don't jingle around.
personality:quiet,keeps to himself,Athletic,very maneuverable,quick and agile.