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"I'm sorry...I Just love that song and you have a lovely voice. I didnt mean to intured...I just had to sing along." Neftali said. "Don't let me stop you....you should keep going" She said kindly
Love sat there and started to play a different song.
(( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYyTzFGyp... ))
"Wow" Neftali thought to herself..."I can play tye piano too but not that good." Neftali then sang along with her.
"The paino and my singing is all I have left of my family." Love was over the death of her family but it still hurt on the inside.
"I know how you feel...same thing happened to me...i lost my sister...i miss her dearly too...i dont know what happened to her" Neftali said depressed
Espy strode through the park and glanced at Mike, narrowing her eyes. She didn't trust vampires out of her family, and watched him suspiciously. She was hungry for blood, so she moved on, looking for hot mortal blood.
Espy dismissed Mike as a fledgling. She touched the minds of mortals around her, looking for an evil-doer. If the fledgling gave her any trouble...she'd take care of it.
I scanned the minds of those I passed by almost without thought, it came automatic to me. I heard murmurs of their thoughts, talking to themselves, thinking of things they have to do, or mulling sometimes agonizing about stuff in the past. It almost always felt like I was raping their minds, looking into their private thoughts, wishes and desires. But I have a morbid curiosity, like any typical human. Like when they see a horrible accident, they're disgusted yet they want to see everything. I was tempted a few times to do a real study on the human psychology, having the inside scoop on people's real thoughts, the ones they don't tell anyone. The real people behind the masks they make of themselves, it's mostly dark and disturbing. They have thoughts they don't even admit to themselves to having, constantly denying having them...to conform to what 'society' thought was appropriate. But what does 'society' know? The expectations are almost always too impossibly high. I jog myself out of my thoughts to focus on the task at hand...hunting for my livelihood, as a vampire. 40 years ago I would have thought the consumption of human blood was appalling, disgusting and just...wrong. I thought of it as cannibalism. It didn't take long to get over it, I wasn't human anymore I told myself then...and still do. I'm a predator, with humans as prey, just an animal who needs to eat. Almost no different than eating steak or pork, any meats. Except it's more exciting to hunt my food, than to just buy it at a store and cook it. It's like being a real predator, hunting to survive, like the days of old for men. Now they just breed the lazy fat animals. There's no challenge in killing them, just horde them into a slaughter house and slaughter them with no effort, all done by machines. How boring. I love being a vampire, couldn't ask for anything better.
I turned and stepped into the alley next to a whore house in the Red District. I concealed myself in the shadows as I watched the girls at work down the street, showing their sometimes unsightly 'wares' shamelessly. Not all of them were shameless, some were very ashamed of what they were, they thought they had no other choice, needing to support their children somehow. I could think of a hundred things they could do instead, even if it was doing dishes, filing, stuff like that, instead of debasing themselves like this. But it wasn't my life, I can't help them all. I watched the shameless ones, the crack addicts, who had bruises all over their legs and arms from countless needles. Bruises from being rough housed by their clientele. They had empty looks in their eyes and faces, no desire for life, no goals, only to get the next 'fix'. These the world could be without. They believed in nothing, not even in themselves. I looked into the mind of 'Becca, a particularly notorious crack user. Her mind was focused solely on getting her next fix, while her beady lil eyes, pupils dilated into big black saucers, whites almost all red, were flickering about for her next client desperately...looking like a paranoid weasel. Her long red mangy hair looked like she had been in a tornado, her breasts were nothing to write home about, and equally non existent waist to hip ratio, she was about 5'7" tall. I couldn't tell what color her eyes were, they could have been a dull gray. Who could possibly think she was attractive, let alone pay for her services? Shudders slightly. She straightened up and thrust out her barely-there breasts, and what could be her hips, as a potential client slowed his car to a stop in front of her. She walked over and bent over as he rolled down his window, he realized then just how ugly she was, and almost recoiled...but he was also desperate. She uttered her prices for what services, trying to sound seductive but failing miserably. He grunted and told her to get in. Looks like I'll have two meals tonight, smirks and oozes into the backseat of the car.
'Becca fidgeted in her seat up front, with her stick arms crossed over her chest, not offering so much as petting his thigh until she saw the greens. I gathered from Mr Desperate that he was taking her back to his apartment. He kept leering at her thighs, what there is to look at, she ignored them. I took a closer look in his mind, his name was Bill, an accountant for a mediocre company, not liked by his co-workers, no friends to speak of, gawky looking....perfect match for 'Becca if I do say so myself. Ah here's an interesting little tidbit, he liked to get kinky....his idea of kinky was tying a girl up and pressing a big handgun at the girl's temple, while impaling her from behind, wanting to hear them scream his name and tell him he's the best fuck, that he's Da Man. I almost laughed out loud in the back seat, I bit my tongue and kept quiet in the shadows. Sick lil fuck aren't you lil man? But that's not the best part, half way through fucking her, he blows her brains out, literally and keeps fucking her dead corpse until he shoots his load. Now that's sick buddy. You won't have the pleasure of killing this girl you have up front, nosiree, I'm gonna kill her, and you too. The pleasure will be all mine. Oh yes.
He stopped in front of a dingy looking building that looked like it would crumble to the ground if you so much as breathed on it. Smirks, I'll huff and I'll puff and blow your house down. He opened his door, and didn't even look back, not to mention even open her door. She huffed, got out and followed him, with me unknowingly close behind. She followed him downstairs to the basement, that's when she started to get the heebie jeebies, it was so dark down here. But she went anyway, needing the money.
((I love to write))'Becca called out shakily "I ain't doin' a damn thing until I see the money, turn on the lights or somethin'."
I could see Bill smirking in the dark, with rope in his hands, he could see almost as well as I could in the dark, I'll give him that. He grabbed 'Becca's wrists and yanked them behind her, she yelped "Hey! what the hell? show me the money first asshole!"
He tied her hands behind her back with uncanny dexterity and quickness, and slobbered all over her neck before whispering in her ear "I'll give you the money bitch, open wide"I saw 'Becca blink in the darkness, "If you're gonna put your prick in my mouth before I see the greens, I swear I'll bite it clean off" she sounded earnest in that for the most part.
There was a whack as he cracked the side of her head with his fist, which was enough to daze her and get the message across. he hissed "Customer is always right bitch, now do as I tell you, open wide"
She moaned with some pain, but opened her mouth. She almost gagged when he thrust his already raging hardon into her mouth, and there was a lot there to swallow, not bad. He only thrust it in once then pulled it out, in case she did plan on biting him. Then he stuffed her mouth with paper....no it was money. He did pay her after all. There was a loud screech as he pulled on the duct tape, tore a piece off and covered her stuffed mouth with it. I could hear her muffled sobbing. When I heard the click of a gun getting cocked, that's when I decided to step in.She whimpered as she felt the cold metal against her temple, closing her eyes tight, then it was suddenly gone, he yelped in surprise and anger. I had pulled him off her, simultaneously taking the gun from him and held him in a head lock. I whispered into his ear just as he tried to struggle. "Nah-uh lil Billy boy, you're not going to get your jollies tonight....I am."
He was furious now "How the hell do you know my name? Who the fuck are you? This is none of your damn business, fuck off!"I laughed holding tightly, the gun fell to the floor across the room. "I know alot of things about you Billy boy...I'm the Library Police that you so feared when you were 5 in Des Moines. Yes, that's right, I'm finally going to kill you boy. You're going to pay for the book you never returned." This muzzled his trap for a moment, I could smell the beginnings of his fear sweating out his pores.
He uttered with not so much conviction, "You're lying, it didn't have a woman's voice."I laughed deeply and whispered low in his ear, in a deep monstrous voice, inhuman "I can use any voice I please Billy boy, you know that. It's time to take your medicine now, take it like a man. You haven't paid your fine yet." I kneed the back of his knees, making him crumble to the concrete floor, his knees making a loud crack noise. He cried out in pain, 'Becca screamed, albeit muffled. They were both scared out of their wits.
I took both of his wrists, pulled them behind his back, and tied them up just like he did with 'Becca. I tk'd over his gun again, I pulled him up by the wrists until his bare ass was sticking up. I sat on his calves, and held his bound wrists with one hand, and his gun in the other. He squeaked "What are you doing? let me go, let me go...I paid my fine!"I laughed as he started sobbing shamelessly, and it turned into a shriek as he felt unforgiving cold metal press against his ass, and I drove the thick barrel in deeper. I twisted it around until the handle was pointing upwards, he screamed again with sobs. I yanked on his wrists until he was kneeling straight up, while I tilted the gun at a 45 degree angle, so it pointed at his stomach from within. He groaned painfully and whimpered as I came close to his ear and whispered hoarsely in my inhuman voice, the voice of his policeman, "Ready to pay your fine Billy boy?"
He uttered something unintelligible as if his throat was locked up. I just smirked and squeezed the trigger slowly while my fangs sank savagely into his throat. There was a puddle of warm liquid forming around his knees, his bladder had let go....that was not all he let go, his guts shot out his stomach as I made a new asshole for him. His screamed was swallowed as his eyes rolled up into his head and fainted. I pulled the gun out of his ass and threw the dirty thing away while I slowly drew in his blood, taking as long as I could. Relishing every piece of memory, I willed him to wake up, commanding it in his mind. His eyes flew open and he groaned wetly, his stomach on fire with pain, the veins in his neck felt like cold ice was being poured into them, his fear permeated the air and I purred. I fed on his fear, his frantic thoughts, his past, his library policeman. I could almost smell the sickly sweet scent of red licorice, I made it possible so that he would smell it. He gagged and sobbed pitifully. I took draught after draught slowly, while 'Becca was shivering with fear, wondering if she was going to be next, to get killed by some monster.
Billy boy's blood was pouring out of him from three places, his ass, his second asshole in his stomach, and his neck. I got most of it, faster than it was coming out the two other holes...until they actually stopped flowing from there. I stopped before I could get the last deadly drop. He slumped dead, my blue/gray ethereal tendril wrapped around his soul that tried to escape, it almost caressed sensuously around it. I purred deeply as his soul began to dissolve, I fed on that too. I dropped him and got up licking my bloody lips. I looked to 'Becca who was shivering and crying on the floor, bound by her wrists and gagged with money that was now green mulch, and duct tape. A slow sinister grin appeared on my lips once more as I approached her.
Til and Morgan were right, I enjoy playing with my food, very much. I should have had Fear Factor, it would have suited me well. I look forward to my hunts every night. Trying different torturing methods. Using personal demons were my favorite, becoming what they feared most. Sometimes just being a vampire would scare them enough. I wanted this to have the full effect, not seeing your monster is sometimes bad enough, but I want her to see me. So I flicked on one light with tk, it wasn't very bright, the bulb was covered with grime, giving the room a gloomy eerie look. Most of all it made me look all that more scarier.
'Becca's personal monster was the clown from 'It', ever since she saw the Stephen King movie she was terrified of clowns. And so when I turned her over on her back with my foot, what she saw was not me, but the clown from "It". I had the striped clown suit, the white painted face with a big red grinning mouth, and the black lines painted down my red eyes...and can't forget the razor sharp teeth, like a shark's...all of them sharp. Two of them were real of course, my fangs, the rest were illusion. But did she know that? Like hell she did. A scream started way down inside her, but didn't quite get out, paralyzed with pure terror all she could muster was a garbled squeak. It took less time for her to piss herself than Billy boy. I just grinned wider, showing more rows of razor sharp pointy teeth. The musty acidic scent of her urine invaded my senses and I shook my head slowly at her. My bright red wig hair looked like horns, two big tufts sticking out.
"Tsk tsk tsk, pisssing yourssself wasss not a good ider. You ssstank bad before, but now it'sss even worssse. I eat lil kiddiesss that pisss themssselvesss. C'mere lil bad kiddie, it'sss way passst my dinnertime"She shook her head frantically and groaned behind the gag, and actually gagging. She was shivering harder than before, big wet tears sliding down her cheeks, streaking her godawful mascara. She had too much of it anyway. She wasn't only shaking with fear, but withdrawal, she wanted crack more than ever to forget all this. She tried to tell herself that she was hallucinating, induced from needing her fix...well I'll give her that, she WAS hallucinating the clown, but not me. I'm still going to eat her all up.
I went down on all fours and started to crawl towards her, still giving her my toothy grin, her legs were wide open. I clicked my teeth together a few times, my long forked tongue snaked out and flickered over my teeth. She couldn't move, she wouldn't move, didn't have the presence of mind to even kick me or something, I just kept on getting closer. Her heart jumped right into her throat, gagging on the mushy money in her mouth, she even swallowed the whole damn thing, nearly choking herself. I could practically taste her terror, I was loving every minute of it. I bet Tony would run screaming in the other direction if he ever saw this side of me. Wouldn't blame him.
With inhuman speed I bit a big chunk out of 'Becca's left thigh, just above the knee, she screamed behind the duct tape that still held true. Her thigh looked like a shark bit into it, almost cartoony, with the detail of the teeth on them. She started gushing blood from the wound as I swallowed that chunk and licked my ruby red painted lips with my long forked tongue. She looked at me with big saucer eyes, I just peered right back with my beady shiny lil red eyes and smirked. Then I lunged again, biting a big piece out of her right side, hearing her muffled scream once more. That's when she blacked out from shock and pain, overloaded circuits wooooo!
I crawled up her body and dug my chops into her throat, tearing it apart with serrated teeth, drinking all that I could, my makeup smearing on her, white and red with a splash of blood. I drank greedily, taking in her fear and memories. Slowly I returned to my normal body, the illusion fading just before I finished drinking my dinner. I snatched her soul with my tendril, but instead of consuming it, I opened a Hell Fissure nearby and threw her soul into the screaming pit of inferno. Gotta do my Reaver work too yanno. Every other soul I take is for Hell, the rest is to feed me. Might as well dispose of the bodies in there too, tk's Billy boy and 'Becca's body into the fissure just before it closes. There was a flare of flames then it closed.
I dusted my hands "My work here is done""Good work Espy" Said the Library Policeman.
"Nice job Essspy" Said the evil clown.
I smirked and nodded to my right then my left, though I didn't see them, I pretended "Why thank you boys."
I opened a rift of my own, stepped in with a flourish and the rift closed with a clap of thunder. My sinister laughter was cut off too when then rift closed, but it continued on the other side of the rift for a few moments.
((ok I'm kinda really bad at vampire rps (actually this is my first one) so like yea can u guys help me out if I stuff something up? thanks))
Indra was wandering around the alleys looking for her pery, her posture straight, tasting the air. her hair as dark as a ravens wing rippled down to her shoulders like a waterfall. She was wearing a simple sleeveless red dress, which emphasized how white-ghostly pale she was. Her eyes full of courage and strength hid behind the dark pool of her her creepy, bright crimson eyes. Indra sniffed the air and caught the sent of a human lurcking somewhere between the alleys. A grin fell on her face and within a seconed she was now facing the human, dang she was fast! Indra was now inching forward, little by little to the human that was cowering in the corner. The huamn was a teenage girl, about 14 or 15 years old. She was paralyzed by her own fear, as still as a staue- besides that fact that she was shaking in fear. She was staring at Indra with terror, her orb-like eyes huge but disbelieving. Her mouth was slightly open with shock, open in a silent scream.
Indra's red eyes were blazing. Her mouth was opened wide, two sharp fangs slowly grew out from both sides. Her hands were curved into pale claws, and she was hunching her shoulders, ready to pounce. Indra leaped at the girl. There was a flash of white- Indra's fangs- a scream- and then blood. The girls body crumpled to the ground. She was dead. Pools of her blood spilled out from the wound in her neck, staining the asphalt around her. Indra bent down to the girl and lowered her mouth to the wound all you could her now were sucking noises coming from Indra. The sucking noises subsided after a few minutes. Indra straightening up, a satisfied smile on her mouth, a few droplets of blood lingering on her lips. Indra looked at the body one more time then carelessly stepped over it and left.
