First Hunt [closed to others/PG-13]

[Aries]

ooc| Open to intermediate RPers as I do not want to have had waisted my time on this post to only get a two paragraph reply. Also, rated as PG-13 due to drug use mentioned in this post.

I had recently bought a large estate for my family and I on the outskirts of the city. It took me just a couple of days to find the right house for us. I tried to keep calm, I tried to keep patient through the whole ordeal. But trying to immitate your own idenity as if you only have one human-like lifespan, to not bring up the many other houses I have owned on the investigations and signing of the sold papers... I paid in cash. All two million thirty six thousand and thirty two hundred dollars of it. Cash. You should have seen the ex-owners eyes widen up in suprise, then suspicion, then reconition, and in the end, resignation. They took the case of money (very cliche) not bothering to ask the many questions burning on their lips... and you should of heared their pulses race! Their heartbeats at the sight of all that money I had brought with me to the signing. They were apprihensive as it was. A tall, good-looking, albino guy (hard to come by) with piercing black eyes and purple shadows below them showing up out of nowhere with a suitcase of which its contents held millions. They were eager to take the cash. They really wanted more for the place. I bargained. The meeting was short though, I made it so. The burning agonizing thirst made me impatient to leave. Get away from the humans that did not deserve a death from my lips. Nomatter how shallow the old married couple was, their hearts were still good. And as my thrist blazed inside me. I signed the papers faster... too eager to get away.

The event with the Cullen family that we came across in Forks, causing me to draw upon a strength that I have not drawn upon in a few years, causing that strength to sap away at my resolve. Unearthing the bloodlust that no matter the age of the vampire, a feeling that one can never, ever, get used to. Like the fires of hell.

Still, I waited until we were all settled in. We travel lightly. So I spent the last few days buying furniture. Couches, tables, chairs, entertainment systems, lamps, appliances, etc. And on special request from the girls, about three hundred multi-sized moroccan-style pillows. Ranging in four feet square to one foot square, to fill one entire room with them. I was sure everybody I left at home was busy redecorating the place. Emily was probably busy hanging large tapastries and making window treatments of sorts with long flowing jewel-toned fabrics. Evelyn was probably in her room or out shopping. I gave her about five thousand dollars to spend on herself. She was dying for a new wardrobe. Leo was probably painting his room... or hanging up whatever posters of models and cars he liked. Aislinn was probably decorating by moving around the furniture to posistions she liked... Lyra was probably painting walls... or knocking them down...

Leo tried asking me for a car of his own before I left to hunt today. Now, I wanted to buy them all new cars. And though Leo was probably the most fond of cars out of them all. I still have not forgiven him for taking out my Aston Martin and, predenting it were a skateboard of sorts, had taken in a cement canal and tried to "catch air" with it. Yes, I was going to get him a new car. But he should know better than to ask me when I was furociously hungry. I snapped at him. And he nearly took a swing at me with his newly re-attatched arm... He tried to tell me he felt like something bad was going to happen... But I ignored him on my way out, too irritated about the memory of my totaled car...

As I walked down the streets of a rainy Seattle, I thought about the length of time I could go without another meal. I had great control. Regardless of what war raged inside of me. Two weeks was a nice period between feedings with well seasoned vampires. My family went along the two-week plan. And I assumed that our new aquaintences, the Cullens, allowed themselves a simular time period. When we lived away from the cities. I would allow myself six weeks between hunts. My family hated it. It usually cased me to sulk away in my room or when I did interact, be very grouchy, or even, not say much or interact with much at all.

I figured here I will not allow myself that sort of self-torture. It was a new place to all of us. Not just some farming community on the West coast of Ireland. I would not cause my family and myself that sort of stress in this new situation. I would follow the two-week plan, however I feel about it, for the good of everyone around me.

Now. My family, they are the sort that feed on animals. Their eyes are golden... I only feed on animals when absolutly neccasary. I will not chose a different path other than the one I was brought up on in the way of sustinance. When Emily decided she was not hunting animals anymore. And Aislinn and Vivian followed suit, they were quite irritated that I did not share the same fondness of the idea. But I enforced it, nevertheless. The members of our family that appeared after the decision were to hunt only animals. Regardless of what I was hunting. It greatly irritates Leo. The one who has the most trouble abstaining from human blood. But, I think, since they do not have the paculiar insight that I do. That this was a great descision for them.

As it were, here in the streets of Seattle, I am hunting. As I thought about my family, buying houses, and hunting situations, I was balancing precariously on the edge of the blackness of which I could fall into or out of. But still, seeing the multi-hued souls of every being around me. The deeds, the actions, the intents... I was just looking for particular colors today. The dark colors, deep blues, greens, and purples. I never saw black on any other soul except myself in so very long, I stopped expecting it.

Children- the human teeagers and young adults that stood loitering on the sidewalks infront of coffee shops and on curbs stared at me oddly as I walked by. I understood. My snow-white skin and hair really was an unusual sight. Many of these kids pretended to be vampires... I saw one trying to readjust their stick-on fangs. I shook my head. But still, regardless of the underage smoking, or taking a hit of a spliff or joint when no one was looking... was not enough to condemn them. They were just children.

I must of not been paying close enough attention. I must have been too distracted by the pulses around me. The warm flesh.... hiding the hot sweet blood undernieth surrounding me... the children...

I had not noticed... There was a target nearby. And however grotesque and dirty this target was. He will be the target of my hunt. He had just made a deal two blocks away. I could see the soul as it moved forward, toward me, the dark green soul that twisted wildly in anticiapation. I guessed he was looking for some privacy. And knowing the minds of the sick-willed, I had guessed that the first opportunity would be his choice. So I slipped pass the kids. One asked me if I could spare some change but I ignored it. Too intent o0n my prey's future location. My ambush spot.

I heared the kid mutter "yuppie" thinking I could not hear him. As if I had human ears... I guess I did look the part, I wore my pressed black slacks, my pressed long sleve black button-up cotton shirt, a flat black leather belt with a shiny silver buckle, and... black combat boots. So I was mostly the part.

I turned the corner and I was soon out of the teen's sight. I was out of everybody's sight. And it was daylight. My hunts did not have a particular time of day or night. As long as I can get my target alone, and not have a scream, then no one will notice the event.

I walked down the dead-end allyway. There was a dumped couch, a matress, a couple of large cardboard boxes, a fire escape that hung just out of reach for a full-grown man, and a half-full Dumpster. It looked as if someone was living here. And it smelled horrible. It smelled of urine and decaying lancets. I hoped I would not have to wait long...

I did not get to finish the thought as my quary rounded the corner and into the allyway where I silently hid out of his sight. He was mumbling incoherently to himself. His hair was shaggy and matted, facial hair mimicing it. His flanel shirt was oversized, missing buttons and full of rips and tears. It hung open where the two buttons could not hold it closed. His kahki corduroy pants were also full of holes. Other's were patched up with mult-patterned fabic, all sporting the same hue of dirt. The cuffs of his pants were badly frayed, strings fell everywhere and the ends of his pants extended pased his holey-sneakerd-feet.

The whole being smelled of urine.

Still mumbling to himself he rolled up the left sleeve and tied a rubberband around his upper arm, forming a tourniquet. He then prepared his drug.

I patiently waited, venom welling up in my mouth in anticipation.

He leaned over to inject the newly aquired heroine into his arm then threw the used needle at the wall, dully. I could smell his blood changing, accomidating some foriegn substance. He could feel the effects, it was instant. He moaned and slid sideways on the dirty old dark green couch he was sitting on, his arms up in the air half-way in an odd position. Fingers slighly curled in one hand, the other limp.

I was not going to attack him head on... So I walked out casually from wear I crouched hidden. His subdued pulse told me he wasn't going to run...

"Curious," I said. I noted that I would have an Irish-like accent to this man. "I never understood why people did that." I mused... unbuttoning the cuffs and rolling up my sleeves as I spoke. Revealing the white skin of a ghost.

He stared at me for a moment. Obviously wondering if he were having some type of hellucination. I think he sided with that theory when he started shaking his head slowly with his eyes closed, muttering "No, no, no..." in a whiney, pleading fashion.

"I guess you're not going to elaborate." I said with mock dissapointment. He looked at me again, his eyes a little distant. At the time I was standing nearly twenty feet away from him. There was no witnesses watching. So the next instant I was bent close to his face, just a foot away. This human was repulsive, but an easy opportunity I would not pass up.

His eye's widend with a slight horror at my speed. He tried to rise from the couch. "No, no," I cooed, placing my cold stone hand on his shoulder. "You stay right there." That did it. I saw his chest expand taking in air for a shreik, I heared the air fill his lungs and his heart tried to accelerate, trying to force adrenaline through his body.

So I silenced him quickly. His body, featherweight in my hands, was thrusted up against the very back right corner of the alley. Behind the dumpster, out of the sight of passersby. My lips did not have time to savor the moment of brushing his neck, as my teeth were already there, piercing the dirty flesh of the right side of his neck. My left hand held him off his feet, under his chin, crushing his volcal chords and his windpipe. The gasping sounds he was making for a breath were too faint for overcome the traffic buzzing oustide the alleyway.

His blood oh sweet gods his blood was sure satisfying. I guess it would compare to an orange. I had to try to eat one once, trying to fool a human off my trail. The outside is bitter and discusting but the inside tangy and sweet... a good trade-off. I felt the hot liquid rush down my throat. My sucking and his pulse working together. I tasted the heroine in his blood. It gave it an odd, bitter undertone. I would not recommend it, but it was so easily overlooked, so easily ignored by the sweet fullfilling satisfaction of getting what my body most desired... My stomach was full and the man was dead in my arms.

And I was no longer thirsty. The burning ache in my throught was gone. There was no more pain.

Destroy the evidence. A distant rule that must be followed resurfaced as I gained myself back. This one was going to be easy. I tossed the lifeless corpse into the Dumpster. The previous trash muffled the sound of the body thudding to a stop inside. I picked up some paper that floated around the asphalt and set it on fire with a shiney silver Zippo lighter I pulled from my pocket. I tossed it into the garbage and repeated this process until the Dumpster was ablaze. The flesh would burn, the bones with probably remain depending on how hot that fire gets. That was enough for me.

I turned to the fire escape on the opposite wall of the Dumpster, I ran up the wall slightly to catch the ladder then climed. I travled over rooftops until I saw an unpoplated stretch of sidewalk to jump back down. Then I returned to the scene of the crime, unrolling and rebuttoning my sleeves as I did so.

The teens were there, as well as many other bystanders, gawking at the flaming Dumspter, standing in a semi-circle around the mouth of the alleyway. I joined them, happily. A mask of mock concern fit my features niceley. I slipped on a pare of sunglasses, to hide my now-crimson irises.



ooc| Yeah, I rushed it at the end... I got distracted by something else.

[Kaleigh]

OOC: Wow, nice and long. It shall be an interesting reply. (If you don' t mind me replying) yay me... sorry about any bad spelling, this spell check only catches so many you know.. haha ;D


HE led me out of the club, I stumbled a little, the human kept me upright; he had probably done this before. He thought he was a pro, he wouldn't be for long. I choose the clubs and the bar's for my hunting grounds - it was so easy to play drunk. This one was twisted though. it wasn't even four yet and already he was working. He had offered to buy me a few drinks, not knowing they only made me more attuned to what was going on. He'd slipped something into the second one, it had made the drink taste odd. Not that a human would notice, especially a drunk human. But I had noticed it easily. This one deserved to die.

We walked down the street. Well he walked, I staggered. My left arm was slung around his neck, my right hand was holding his right hand to my hip, a good way to keep yourself up; though also a good way to make sure he couldn't get away when the time came. We walked maybe three blocks when we came to a park. How I loved parks, especially when they had ponds or small lakes in them. I managed a very good doped up mumble. He understood it well enough that my place was through the park - why he wanted to take me home was beyond me. But he managed to get me across the street and into the park without all that many people looking at us. As soon as we were inside the gate I saw why he had wanted to get to the park - he had a car here. Dark windows and everything. It was parked in the far corner of the parking lot of the park, close to the small forest that almost every park has. This was his hunting ground to.

He was pretty practiced as he unlocked and opened the passengers door and slid my 'almost unconscious' body into the passengers seat, an he moved pretty quickly around the drivers side. He got in and locked the doors. His mistake. He didn't waste any time as he moved over to me. My dark eyes suddenly became alert, to his surprise - my throat was burning with a need for blood and I felt a ball of rage in the pit of my stomach - he did this to innocent women. Sure I was about to kill him but I needed him to live, he did this for pleasure. Disgusting. I'd be doing the world a favor by killing this bastard!

I let him grab my wrists in his one hand, he began to undo the corset styled tube top I was wearing. I leaned forward and rested my head on his shoulder, he didn't mind it. I moved my head closer to his neck, I could feel his pulse beginning to quicken as he fumbled with the lace. I gently breathe down his neck and his heart almost skipped a beat, damn he was excited! Okay, I thought, thats enough. I'm hungry and your a sexual predator. In a split second I had both of his hands crushed by the grip of my right hand, my left arm was wrapped maybe half way around him, my hard grasp caught him by surprise. I felt him inhale but I sunk my fangs into the flesh of his neck before he managed to do anything more; he struggled for a brief moment. I was annoyed with him so I crushed his wrists with my right hand, he seemed to pass out with the he pain. Good.

The blood tasted like honey going down. quenching the thirst that had been dragging at my for the past week or so. I hadn't managed to catch any men that night at 1117 when I had met another vampire so I had gone hungry for another week. That just made this feast all the better. All in all it only lasted about five minutes - I'm pretty fast at what i do. Three hundred or so years of practice does that to you.

It wasn't much trouble getting rid of the evidence. All I had to do was find the lighter on the guy (I could smell that he smoked the moment he came up to me) and then took out the map from his glove compartment. I really didn't need the map, I could have just as easily set the seat on fire, but it's just so much easier getting paper to light. And in another five minutes there was a car fire in the park. I was gone by the time it really got going, and I was long gone when the fire reached the gas tank. No way there'd be any evidence that I'd been there.

The only little problem with he whole plan was the alcohol I'd ingested. But that wasn't a major problem, it's like oil and water. The alcohol congregates on top of the blood, so I don't loose to much of my feast. But the pill he'd put in the drink made it more difficult. Damn him to hell, I lost some of what I'd worked for. And it bringing it back up. God I hate date-rape pills. They just make things more complicated. But there was one less predator the human females had to worry about.

I was walking back to my condo, my hair fixed so I didn't look like I'd just come from a forest and my dark clothing straightened so I looked respectable, mind you not many people actually respect people who dress Gothic. But thats alright. I was walking by a coffee shop when i smelt smoke. It took a moment before I caught the scent of burning flesh on the wind as well. I continued to stroll forward, I really didn't bother to hide my eyes, most would consider them colored contacts, that would be typical, considering the way I was dressed people would assume I was pretending to be a vampire, not that I actually was one. I rounded a corned into an alley way, there was a dumpster on fire, I could smell the acrid scent of burning flesh. It didn't disgust me as it did others, but most humans don't smell that to often.

I surveyed the group of bystanders - maybe whoever it was was staying around to admire their handy work. My ivory complexion glowed a little in the firelight, but not in an unnatural way. I stood pretty far back from the inferno. Looking over the crowd. There was a group of teens standing over there, nothing interesting. The sound of sirens grew a little louder. There was an old couple watching, probably wondering what happened. And there was a whole whack of pre-teens standing around, provably wondering who did it, and wanting to congratulate them. There was also an albino man wearing sunglasses. Why=y was he wearing sunglasses? The glare of the fire maybe. But why was he here?Emma couldn't guess, and.. Wait. Pale complexion, angelic features and sunglasses. There was the possibility he was a vampire, slim as it was there was the possibility. Emma tried to gather more information covertly, but she couldn't get much from the distance she was at, she didn't want to move any closer either. But she did, a few steps, now she was about seven feet from him. Humans smelled of sweat, specially when they were standing this close to a fire, but she didn't get that from him. And there was no heart beat either. HE HAD to be a vampire, that or a walking corpse, and there was no such thing as Zombies. At least not that Emma knew of.

Emma Kendall

[Aries]

I sighed as I heared the sirens of the fire engines and police cars grow closer. I was lazy at disposing this body, but who would miss this guy? Heh, there was probably somebody out there that would, amazingly enough. I was glad I had chosen not to dig deep into the lives of my victims. I did not want to think about who would actually worry when this man did not show up to the methodone clinic, or the mission to receive a warm bed to sleep in on the really cold nights. Oh, here I go, I am dwelling again.... I sighed. He probably had a friend at the shelter that looked forward to seeing him. That friend was probably helping him to understand life's mysteries, maybe reading him the bible perhaps. I shook my head minutely. I need to watch where my imagination leads. It was a good thing that I swore to myself to never steal another soul. Though, this promise probably meant something else to others as it did to me.

Either way, I was still hovering around euphoric with the temporary absence of thirst. And I would leave so the kids who might have seen me round the corner just fifteen minutes before the Dumpster blazed in fire do not tip me off to the cops. I smiled.

I pivoted gracefully to remove myself from the rubber-necking crowd, and nearly barked a laugh when I saw two burgandy eyes staring right back at me. I looked toward the sky thoughtfully, my thumbs resting causually in my pockets. Then started walking forward, looking at the ground and shaking my head playfully at it. As it had done something wrong and quietly snickered. I passed the curious immortal. I was curious, too. So as I distanced myself about four feet away I turned back to look at her slightly and smiled.

"Fancy a walk?" I asked. Merriment in my voice. I wanted to ask questions. Questions about the city, questions about the inhabitants. Maybe she had some answers.



ooc| Yeah. Snack-sized compared to the freakish thing I had written privously.

[Kaleigh]

He seemed to be thinking, reliving his hunt prehaps? Maybe. Then his head shook slightly, I noted it. Then he smiled, it was small, but I'm good at noticing small things.

Without warning he turned, he didn't even stop as he moved around me. He distanced himself a little bit, my bright eyes following him the whole time. My eyes must have been wide from the look of amusement I gathered from his face, though I couldn't see his eyes I would bet my immortal soul they were the same bright color from his very recent hunt, and also that eh was in a good moon. Most of us were after we had a feed.

His voice was quite jolly as he asked if I would join him. I decided I may as well. Maybe I could gain a companion after all. I was getting rather lonely after all. With just Apollo for company there are only so many ways to entertain myself. Especially when I didn't want to kill the cat. So I nodded and followed him. He was definitely in a good mood. I was to I guess, but I do enjoy not being noticed, as my talent of transparency implied, so I was trying to melt into he background, which except for the fact that I was with some happy sounding albino guy was with me I was doing quite well.

As we began to move away, as were many of the others because the smoke was getting worse, I studied him covertly. He was an ancient being, easily older then Emma herself, who as only three hundred and twenty one - twenty two in three months, actually. And his over all physique suggested he had been very active in his human years, though he probably didn't remember them. I myself was finding it more and more difficult to remember things, my parents names and faces and such. He was easily six foot, probably around six three or so. And he was lean looking, though he was broad shouldered. He had been strong as a human. And he was strong now, despite his age. He was over all pretty attractive.

"So, what brings you to my little corner of paradise." I asked automatically, as though I did it often. My tone was cheery enough, though not even close to the true sounding merriment that he used. Sure I was in a good mood, but that was almost forced upon a vampire after a feed - probably a built in safe-device so we only took what we needed and no more, if we weren't happy after we fed we'd probably feed again and again. Because for me at least there was no real meaning to the word full.

Absently my hands moved to my long, rather curly strawberry blond hair, they untied the hair band I'd worn and quickly redid the messy style that I liked and was acceptable at this point in time. I never even noticed I was doing it until I was half way through the exercises, strange what ten years of doing this every two hours or so could do to you. I didn't even know I was doing it, a habit that probably wouldn't leave me until it absolutely had to. Ah well, a quirk of immortality I suppose. But I didn't let my little discovery show on my pale, angelic looking face, I simply continued my almost covert observations of him with my peripheral vision.

Emma Kendall

OOC; I'm pretty happy with my posty length..

[Aries]

ooc| Using my broken laptop... words seem to not flow a easily on this stupid piece of junk.


I was not going to wait for an answer. Whether she followed me or not it was of no bother to me. But before I could start to turn back to the direction of my car, her wide eyes caught too much of my attention, so I waited. My body still haf-turned toward the direction I wanted to go. She seemed to make up her mind quickly enough, and her very slim frame followed her decision. She still stared at me a bit. I did not mind, I was used to that sort of thing.

I was going to be curtious. I was not going to dive into her... her soul shimmered a bit though. It hovered on the edge of a green pastel and a darker shade... She massacred her entire human village? Stop that, I just told myself I would not. Ah, but curiousity killed the cat. And it was long since I stopped wishing for death to come for me.

It was maybe a block of walking before she was the one to break the silence. I guessed she was doing some observations of her own. "So, what brings you to my little corner of paradise?" Her tone seemed cheery. But I sensed a slight hint of darkness. I did not miss the "my" part of her paradise. She started messing with her untidy hair, acting as if she did even notice the action. I understood the side effect of an immortal's habit.

"Your paradise?" I asked, my tone sounding like I could break into a whistle at any time. I was genuinely curious, though. I wondered what kind of world my family and I would encounter here in this new area. We have already met the Cullens in a town called Forks. I was thoughtful of who (or what) else we might here.

[Kaleigh]

I didn't realize how far we had walked. We were about halfway to where the fire I had started was. Only two blocks? Well that would keep the fire department busy. I could already smell the gasoline fire mingled with the dumpster fire smell, there was a noticeable difference. I could also see the column of smoke rising from the park. And I wanted to smile to myself but I didn't, I don't think I did anyways.

I finally managed to drag my eyes from absorbing his features and concentrated on the sidewalk. The gray cement wasn't particularly interesting, in fact it was quite gross with all the old gum stuck to it.

He sounded surprised by my statement. But weather he was surprised at the fact I had said it was my paradise or if it was the fact that I considered the poorer side of town a paradise I wasn't sure. But the poorer sides were the easier sides, and there were a few vampires around here already and the easier it was to hunt the more paradise-like it was for us.
I pondered my response for a few moments, it wasn't more then five seconds before I replied though.

"Well, not mine in particular; there are others of us around here after all. But my paradise in the respect that this is where I do most of my hunting. It's quite amazing how tolerant he police are when it's only the bums who go missing." I was rambling. I realized and stopped, but I think I'd already given him a little more information. There were others, and the police weren't so lenient around here. And I knew why as well. There had always been a vampire in Seattle, ever sense it was considered a city.

"Are you planning to stay long?" I asked. It was a casual question, though as soon as I said it I thought it was to obvious a question. But then i was a female and the questions were almost always to obvious where I was concerned, weather I was asking or being asked. I stopped at the edge of the sidewalk, we were at the end of the block, thee was no one coming and my halting was only for a moment so I quickly caught up with him, whoever he was. I just realized that I hadn't actually heard his name yet.

"Who are you exactly, anyways?" I sounded quite Naive, but for the most part I played the average teenager, I suppose I looked closer to twenty or so, though I wasn't, I was allowed to be a little stupid int he eyes of humans, but not in vampire society, especially considering I was over three hundred years old. But hey, i was boss around this particular stretch of Seattle, I had aright to know any other vampire who decided to hunt here were. Didn't I?



Emma Kendall

OOC; And I just haev alot of muse after who knows how long i have to spend locked up at school.. haha

[Aries]

As we continued to walk, a lovely pace it seemed, I began to lose myself in the silence once more. But I did not go where I had forbidden myself. I was simply lost in the world of my own thoughts. I bagan to smell a different fire. Different because what fueled it smelled differently, though I still tasted the flesh on the wind. I quickly glanced at my company again, trying to grasp the color of her eyes once more though my memory already painted a vivid picture. Her eyes were a brilliant crimson, as I remembered. My glance did not yield me the results I wanted. I then knew, that she was also out feeding. I wonder who else was going to die today in the city, a death caused by a thirsty vampire.

I listened as she spoke. "Well, not mine in particular; there are others of us around here after all. But my paradise in the respect that this is where I do most of my hunting. It's quite amazing how tolerant he police are when it's only the bums who go missing." She started to ramble. Hmm... so the authorities tended to turn a blind eye toward the crimes? And there were others. Others that I would spend time later exploring when I am at home, by myself, able to just simply meditate on the fact... But then she continued.

"Are you planning to stay long?" She asked me. The question was casual and to me, it meant no harm. But just as I was opening my mouth to speak again. She amended her previous inquirie. "Who are you exactly, anyways?"

I chuckled slowly. It was quiet, but cheerful and with a smile.

"I am Aries Andaire." I answered her last question first, it helped me to try to arrange my thoughts in better order. "And I am not entirely sure how long we plan on staying." I noticed after I had said it that I had said we. But it was of no bother to myself, but I brought the conversation over onto her, nonetheless.

"And you are Emma Kendall, I presume." I told her, rather than asking her.

ooc| You're not out of school yet?

[Kaleigh]

I caught the glance he cast my way, he'd smelled the other fire and was probably trying to catch the color of my eyes. I pretended not to notice, focusing instead on the red firetruck that sped by, heading toward the dumpster fire. That one was probably more dangerous, considering was in an alley where there were more things that could catch fire easily. Compared to the park where everything was green, and because the car was surrounded by parking lot.

He answered my questions easily enough. He had been about to reply when I managed to shove another inquiry into he mix. Smart move dope. I scolded myself mildly. My fingers laced together behind my back, the different bangles I was wearing making some clinking noises as I moved my arms to allow my fingers the pleasure of the movement.

I noted immediately that he said we instead of I. Joy, there were others. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing though - the more the merrier. And the more complicated. I let the words settle, again letting the silence drag a little, though to me, a little was maybe three seconds. A vampire mind was pretty quick, to us mere milliseconds were enough to make a pause to long and awkward - at least they did for me.
He switched the subject back to me. He knew my name already. I would have glanced at him for longer then I did, I couldn't have turned my head for more then three seconds before I turned again and began to observe my surroundings with minimal concentration. It was probably one of his talents. - mind searching or some such thing. I would much rather play the slightly flattered, to be completely honest.

"Oh, I see my reputation proceeds me." I said, my voice was rather high and girlish, obviously an act at flattery, I batted my eyelashes as I looked over at him. Typical girly-girl fashion - act totally flattered whenever any stranger knows your name, and don't give a crap where they got it from.

"Aries." I said as I let it settle into my memory.
"Interesting name. I suppose it would be rather stupid to say that name is quite old." I murmured, a little distracted as I returned to the 'we' part of the sentence, dissecting it carefully.

"And we is?" I asked, well it probably sounded more like a demand then a question - but I would like to know if there was a coven around these parts. I didn't particularly enjoy covens. That Cullen group was a large enough gathering of them for my taste. And hopefully this wouldn't turn out like it had in Mexico and South America. No it wouldn't, those Cullen's didn't give much of a thought to the outside world, as far as I knew. I snapped back, and realized we had walked another hundred yards or so. And I had no idea if he had said anything, but usually I was attentive enough to know if my 'companion' has spoken.
"I'm sorry if the question is to personal, seeing as we aren't formally acquainted." I muttered quietly, slipping a little into the etiquette that had been pounded into my head so long ago.

Emma Kendall

OOC; Nope. I'm Canadien, eh, we don't get out until the end of june *Sigh* Well okay the middle of june.. poo..

[Aries]

We continued to walk down the street, and I was growing bored by the fact, but still would not do anything to change it. I paid no attention to the noisy fire trucks that raced down the street...

She spoke again, mentioning her reputation though I honestly never heard of her before in my long existance. I wondered about her strange reaction. It was an odd one. One that I would expect from a concided human being. I wondered if she was acting or was really that way. But then she mentioned my name, supposing stupidity for stateing facts of age. Well, my thoughts were beginning to jumble it seemed. My head hurt. Small talk... just continue to placate with small talk.

"And we is?" she asked, again before I could answer the first statement. "I'm sorry if the question is to personal, seeing as we aren't formally acquainted."

I chuckled again. "Well, Aries is adopted. My original name was simply Andaire. After a while, people started gaining clan names... last names..." Now I started to ramble. I smiled. And I suppose I wouldn't ignore her real question. "And yes, I did say we. Aislinn, Emily, Vivian, Lyra, Evelyn, and Leo..." I happily named them off. "All in order appearance, of course." My tone made it sound as if this information was obvious. "Now I have some questions." My voice wanted to grasp at seriousness. But I disallowed it, keeping my tone light and free. "Since there are obviously others here in Seattle, does anyone own Seattle?" I wanted to. I was going to. I just needed to know who to take down if there was anyone at all. My coven of seven was amazingly large... it was doubtful that besides the Cullens we would run into any other grouping quite as numorous. Aside from varying skill, against all else, we had numbers on our side.


ooc| Eh... it'l do. As for school, when I lived in Southern California schools got out mid/late-June. Here in Oregon I learn that they get out in late May/early June... so I can understand your pain.

[Kaleigh]

It seemed that he was impatient, not that I cared much. I was fast loosing interest in these questions, especially considering we were going the wrong way from my home, and how I wanted to go back, with or without Aries, at the moment preferably without. Sure he was nice company, but as he named the members of his coven, of which five out of seven were female, I doubted there would be much of a point in expressing my interest in him. Not that i was really, it was simply that I c raved the company of others, other vampires that is. And I would rather have not joined the Cullen coven, I hated 'vegetarian' vampires and of the Volturi, their group was to large for my liking.

He was organized. I noted, mentioned the order in which they were made. I found it of little importance, but that was me - I didn't particularly care for his family already. He reversed the discussion - now I was answering. I didn't particularly enjoy the question he asked. There was no one who owned Seattle. So this very well could become an ownership issue. I thought as my mind also formed an answer.

No no one owned Seattle - but I didn't want to say that. Then he and his coven would swoop in and force the nomadic vampires - who had lurked here in relative peace with each other - and force us to either submit or leave, I would probably choose to submit, after all, this was my home - I knew all the places where the easy feeding was done. But at the same time, if I lied he would know and then I would have a little problem when eh went looking for whoever it was that i said owned Seattle. Lets see. there were no covens around here, except the Cullen's. Another car drove by, the horn honked and I had no idea why, it passed quickly, I didn't look up from where my eyes skimmed over the rather grimy pavement. The largest group of vampires in the Seattle area were the Cullen's, the largest group in Seattle would be Makario an his brother. I liked Makario - to a point. But he disinterested me a little, he was to loyal to his brother, not that that wasn't amiable, it just wasn't useful.

"Well the Cullen coven use the whole Olympic peninsula as their territory. But the largest and I suppose you could call it owning coven around here would be Makario and Si-" Then I paused and thought about it. How many vampires were in my home building? There were: Makario, Sirius, Karma. Via and myself. That was five. Damn, not enough to take them. But the Cullen's would help, wouldn't they? No, they were wimps, they would keep their noses out of it to keep the Volturi from trying to take away their precious Bella. I think I could pull it off. Saying that the other four vampires that were in my building and I were a coven. And that we rules Seattle. And even if we didn't I figured we would come together and pose as a coven, just so we could keep the - what was it Andaire - coven from forcing us to leave or submit - they would probably choose for us to leave. Damn it, what was Makario's last name? Lewis. That was it.
"Pardon me, the Lewis coven." I corrected myself. My tone was rather humble, as if I was a little embarrassed for naming some of said 'coven's members. Sure the Cullen's used the full Olympic peninsula and more to hunt, but they didn't take humans. So I guess that meant that there was no owning coven around here. Except for the one I just made up.

I was tempted to re-do my hair band again, but I restrained myself - I looked up and looked at the street sign. I didn't know who was leading this little stroll, or where it was headed but I was preoccupied with pulling off this little hoax to care much. Supposing he believed me, my lie was a little weak, but I guess I may have managed to salvage it, with seeming a little shamed of using first names instead of coven names.


Emma Kendall

OOC; Can we go alogn with the little 'undernote' that Aries and his coven WOULD want Emma and the rest of the vampires in Seattle to leave or submit or w/e? Just to make it a little mroe forced or soemthing and a little harder to solve? (You know this could turn into a simply lovley plot!) haha

[Aries]

We silently walked, and I started to grow bored. My eyes wandered around me. Looking at the faces of buildings and of cars. A car passed by, honking. It annoyed me just a little but I paid it no more attention. I was more curious about what my walking companion might be mulling around in her head.

I paused at a traffic light and pressed the crosswalk button. I quietly waited for the light to change... When she answered my question. Her words came out seemingly naturally I suppose. But she stopped herself, seemed to think for the quickest of split seconds, the corrected her mistake? I acknowledged as if I did not notice anything anyway. The crosswalk sign lit up and I began walking again, intent of doubling back on the opposite of the busy street.

I scowled slightly. "Hmm. Thats disheartening..." I guess that was the right word for my dissapointment in finding that Seattle did have its own governing coven already. I guess it might as well. It was nicely adaptable. "May I ask... who makes up the Lewis coven? And where might they reside? I would like to have a chat with them." I used the word "chat" on purpose, to keep the appearance of my mood light. If she would give me the information I asked for, I will bring Aislinn with me to meet them. Her talent was most useful in times like this.

ooc| Sure. Sounds like fun. Sorry it is a little short though...

[Kaleigh]

If my heart still beat it would have been racing. He had known my name - didn't that mean he could maybe somehow tell that I was lying? I hopped not. We stopped at a light and he pressed the button. He sounded pretty disappointed at my answer to his question. It didn't seem he'd seen through my ruse, may as well see it through.

His next questions made me a little more nervous - but I kept my expression calm, as if it were a perfectly natural question. When he used the word chat i assumed there was some hidden meaning. There always was when humans used that word. At least there were in all the movies I'd seen, and in all the little conversations I'd eavesdropped on in allies - chats were often followed by violence - if there was a chat at all.
I brought my hands in front of me now and looked down at them, as if I were pondering something, I scratched idly at the dark polish on one of my fingers. Just for a distraction while I built up the courage to reply. It took me no more then a second of pondering, which I suppose could have been called hesitation by someone else to answer.

"The Lewis coven consists of -" I looked away from the poster I had been pretending to study and I glanced at him, my bright crimson eyes may have looked intimidating so someone else, even if they didn't know I was a Vampire but compared to this man, even though he was wearing sunglasses I felt rather small.
" Sirius and Makario, Olivia and Karma and myself. In order of appearance in joining the coven, if not in order of age." I said. I was hopeful he'd believe me. I was distracted by the fact that he wanted to actually meat the coven I'd just invented and by the fact that we all resided in different places - for the most part. Sure we had the same building, that meant little to me though.

Crap, I'd have to follow through on my little lie, hopefully they'd all agree to this, the chance was slim that they all would. But maybe the possibility of being beaten off their hunting grounds would be enough to let us come together, at least for a few weeks and 'drive off' the Andaire coven.

"Cascade Condominiums is where we are staying at the moment." I said in the best casual yet matter-of-fact way I could manage, I thought it was pretty convincing, considering I was a pretty good liar, you had to be a good liar when you were a vampire, it's how you stayed alive, and kept the Volturi away.

OOC; sure,sure. So long as I get 'who knows how long it'll take' in order to get all of the charaters listed to come to one place and such.. And no worries about the shortness, I have that problem too...

[Aries]

ooc| Short.

I listened in dissapointment. "Expect a visit, then." My voice now sounded a little distant. "I would like to discuss the future of things. I will not be alone." I stopped walking. I was at my car. I pulled my keys from pocket. "Cascade Condominiums." That was said more to myself.

Something went all wrong with her though. Her soul quivered slightly, more than what was her norm. The tone changed slightly, to a darker shade. If I had not had many many long years reading this sort of thing I would have not noticed the shade change it was so slight. And the feel of slight worry touched me, extending from her. I picked up on the lie, this I could feel now. I smirked. Aislinn might have fun with this. I will see how this vampire deals with the grave she was digging herself.

"Expect us within a few days." I told her, walking to the drivers side of the Lotus Elise.

[Kaleigh]

We were going the wrong way from my home, headed toward another park that I liked to use, as it happened my own car, a more inconspicuous burgundy colored Dodge Avenger was parked in a parking lot no more then fifty yards north of here, where his car, a very noticeable type of car - I have no idea what it was, but I must admit it looked like it was a blast to drive. I didn't reply to his words.
His words ate at my confidence as I walked down the sidewalk, I didn't glance over my shoulder as I heard the engine rev, and I didn't glance over my shoulder as I rounded the corner and fished the small set of keys from my jeans pocket.
I was in my car, the dark tainted windows up, the doors locked - why they were I'm not sure - I could have easily killed any attacker. The car on with a cheery song playing before I let my confidence crumble.
He knew it was a lie! He knew it was a lie! How could I have been so dense? So thick headed, so narcissistic? Getting the other in my complex - whom I barley knew in such deep trouble? Idiot. Idiot. IDIOT!
The car was still running when my quick thoughts began to change for the better - I guess.
Maybe I could pull this off. Maybe I could get them to at least pretend to be a coven. But he had known my name, he had probably knows I was lying. Would he no if we were lying, that we weren't a coven? But we could be one, if a new one. I pretty roughly pulled the parked car into drive. A new song came on, S.O.S by Abba. I chuckled to myself as I turned it up and pulled onto the street, almost hyper-aware of my surroundings; I wondered if he was still there in his own car, watching me. I pushed the thought away as I began to speed through the sluggish traffic. As I got farther away I began to worry about this. But I was being stubborn.
They better all agree, oh gods they better all agree.

OOC; And so it begins... Dum-Dum-Dummmm
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