Ok, there are going to be 3 different RP charcters for 3 different RP's here. I wrote them all today.
Ok, the first one is about a demon lord that has a son that he wants to get married, so he throws him a ball. The lord's wife was murdered, and the son keeps his feelings inside. Letters were sent out to towns people to attend the ball. I am one of the invitees. There are other characters in the RP too but none of them have an important role yet. The lord is Saravis, the son is Darckis, and there is a little boy that is named Marcus that lives in the castle with them.(Wow they all rhyme...lol) So here is my character ....intro.
Name: Cerdiwan Xavier
Age: 2086
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 130
Race: Fallen Angel
Appearance: Cerdiwan My wings are black though.
Weapons/Magic: Cerdiwan doesn't really believe in carrying a weapon around on a day to day basis. She uses a small dagger and a bow to hunt for food and that is about it. She can cast a few small spells but nothing too extravagant. She knows how to heal people and can see into the minds of others. She has the ability to see the future, past, and present of the people that surround her but nothing of her own life.
Personality: She is quiet and reserved. She never speaks unless spoken to and keeps to herself. Her life choices have made her quite vulnerable to be hurt excruciatingly by small trivial things in life. She looks at everything with an open mind and knows that some choices are made because they have to be. She tends to understand the point of views from everyone and weights the pros and cons of every situation.
Bio: Cerdiwan used to be the one of the greatest angels of heaven. The healer assigned by God to take on the tasks that he couldn't. She was to right the wrongs done to the innocent and never ask questions. One of the people that she healed, Gabriel Knight, stole her heart and forever made her forsaken. She loved this mortal, this human, and made the choice to forever exist in the human realm unforgiven by her creator. After being damned by God her once beautiful white wings were stained black as a symbol of her betrayal. She was then cast out of heaven and left to live her life in the mortal realm, and then Gabriel became extremely ill. All of Cerdiwan's efforts to heal him were in vain. Everything that she did had no effect and he passed a few days after growing ill. From that day on she has lived off the land that her and Gabriel had received from his deceased father. She fended for herself never venturing into the town for anything.
In Character (aka the story)
Age: 2086
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 130
Race: Fallen Angel
Appearance: Cerdiwan My wings are black though.
Weapons/Magic: Cerdiwan doesn't really believe in carrying a weapon around on a day to day basis. She uses a small dagger and a bow to hunt for food and that is about it. She can cast a few small spells but nothing too extravagant. She knows how to heal people and can see into the minds of others. She has the ability to see the future, past, and present of the people that surround her but nothing of her own life.
Personality: She is quiet and reserved. She never speaks unless spoken to and keeps to herself. Her life choices have made her quite vulnerable to be hurt excruciatingly by small trivial things in life. She looks at everything with an open mind and knows that some choices are made because they have to be. She tends to understand the point of views from everyone and weights the pros and cons of every situation.
Bio: Cerdiwan used to be the one of the greatest angels of heaven. The healer assigned by God to take on the tasks that he couldn't. She was to right the wrongs done to the innocent and never ask questions. One of the people that she healed, Gabriel Knight, stole her heart and forever made her forsaken. She loved this mortal, this human, and made the choice to forever exist in the human realm unforgiven by her creator. After being damned by God her once beautiful white wings were stained black as a symbol of her betrayal. She was then cast out of heaven and left to live her life in the mortal realm, and then Gabriel became extremely ill. All of Cerdiwan's efforts to heal him were in vain. Everything that she did had no effect and he passed a few days after growing ill. From that day on she has lived off the land that her and Gabriel had received from his deceased father. She fended for herself never venturing into the town for anything.
In Character (aka the story)
It was an extremely cold night, the wind was howling outside and the fire refused to stay lit. The darkness seemed to make the cold more frigid with every second that passed. Gabriel was in the other room, sleeping. He hadn't slept much since he had become ill so Cerdiwan was relieved that he had fallen into a silent slumber. She sat silently listening to the wind scream within her ears, the screams seemed more real than they had ever been. Then she realized that the screams weren't just that of the banshee's of the wind, they were her beloved's.
Cerdiwan jumped from the chair she had settled in and ran to Gabriel's side. "Gabriel, what's wrong? My love, why are you screaming as though death is staring you in the face?" She looked down to see his face, his beautiful face. His once piercing crimson eyes, and sharp masculine features were surrounded by matted sweat drenched raven hair. His face was twisted in pain and fear, and he clutched his chest in agony. Blood started to seep from the edge of his soft mouth, and tears streamed down her face. She could hear the last thuds of his heart beat like drums of surrender within her mind. Gabriel passed into the darkness, and his soul drifted from his now lifeless body. Cerdiwan screamed to the heavens,"WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS TO ME? IS IT A CRIME FOR SOMEONE TO FALL IN LOVE? IS IT A CRIME TO BE HAPPY WHEN YOU ARE FOREVER SURROUNDED BY THE PAIN OF OTHERS?"
Cerdiwan awoke from her dream, gasping for breath that had been stolen by her ever repetitive nightmares. After taking a moment to gather herself and her thoughts she moved to place her feet upon the cold hardwood floor of her lonely bedroom. She hated being alone in her room because the thoughts of all the times spent with Gabriel taunted her every memory.
Cerdiwan decided to get out of bed and start the day. The day was sure to be long and lonesome as was usual. As she reached the kitchen to get something to sooth her tense nerves she heard a small, soft knock upon her door. "Who could that be? No one has ever come to visit me, not even when Gabriel was alive did we ever have visitors." As she made her way to the door she grabbed her white silk robe and tied it around her half naked body. The knock then came again slightly louder this time, and she said just loud enough to be heard, "I'm coming."
As she slowly opened the door a small boy stood before her. He was holding a letter in his left hand and a small lavender flower in the other. "Excuse me miss, are you Cerdiwan Xavier?" He said softly to her. Cerdiwan looked down at a small boy smiling up at her. She grinned back, glad to see a friendly face for once. "Yes, I am actually. What do you need sweetie?"
He lifted the letter and flower up to her with a hopeful look upon his face. Cerdiwan reached out and took them both, her fingers slightly brushing his she looked into his past.
Marcus had been running around the castle trying to find everyone that he could to show off his new ring he had won, in his fight, against prince Darckis. As he was making his rounds he came across a small letter on the ground. On the front of the letter was a name written in golden ink followed by an address. He had figured that the letter must have been one of the invitations for the ball so he decided to deliver it himself.
"Thank you, sweetie, but what is this for?" She looked caringly down upon the small boy, with happiness glinting in her eyes. She then lifted the flower to her nose and let the aroma flow throughout her entire body. Lavender was her favorite of all flowers, and had many medicinal uses. Cerdiwan opened the letter with care making sure not to tear the information that was contained within. Marcus stared up at her, intrigued to find out exactly what the letter said. Cerdiwan then read the words to him,
"'Attention,
This letter that you are reading is an invitation to a party that is only being held one time…and one time only. My son has reached the time in his life when he needs to choose a woman to be his bride, and in doing so will take over my kingdom. I'm sending this letter out to anyone and everyone, but more importantly to the families who have young women in their household who would like to take my son's hand in marriage. But I shall warn you now…just because you show up, do not expect to win his hand. He will choose who he weds. But none the less I welcome everyone who answers this message and arrives at my doorstep in two nights.
Lord Saravis Magnus'"
She looked down at the satisfied boy but in her heart she knew that she could not attend. "I can't go sweetie, I have too much I have to do here. Thank you for bring me the letter. Would you like a sweet in return, I have a chunky bar in the kitchen?" She grinned down at him but the look upon his face was sadness. "No thank you ma'am. Excuse me though, but a beautiful lady like you should be at the ball. You could fall in love with the prince. He would love to see you there."
Tears began to weld in her eyes as thoughts of her love crept back into her mind. "If it will make you happy I will go. Now run along and get ready yourself. I want to see you in a handsome suit. Save a dance for me, ok?" At this Marcus ran back to the castle to ready himself in his most handsome of suits.
Cerdiwan headed to her sewing room and worked all day on her dress for the ball. A simple white dress would work for her, nothing too over done. She was only going to make that cute little messenger boy happy. The dress was long and white and a train trailed on the floor. There was lace on the sleeves and bust, and small white beads accented the trim. She decided that at the ball she would allow everyone to see her wings just to add effect, but her eyes would be covered by a small mask.
After working all day on the dress Cerdiwan pulled the dress on and put her hair up in a simple messy bun. She headed out the door and walked to the ball. She arrived after everyone else and snuck in the back. As she stood there in the doorway she whispered softly to herself, "I will dance with Marcus, eat some food, and leave."
Cerdiwan jumped from the chair she had settled in and ran to Gabriel's side. "Gabriel, what's wrong? My love, why are you screaming as though death is staring you in the face?" She looked down to see his face, his beautiful face. His once piercing crimson eyes, and sharp masculine features were surrounded by matted sweat drenched raven hair. His face was twisted in pain and fear, and he clutched his chest in agony. Blood started to seep from the edge of his soft mouth, and tears streamed down her face. She could hear the last thuds of his heart beat like drums of surrender within her mind. Gabriel passed into the darkness, and his soul drifted from his now lifeless body. Cerdiwan screamed to the heavens,"WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS TO ME? IS IT A CRIME FOR SOMEONE TO FALL IN LOVE? IS IT A CRIME TO BE HAPPY WHEN YOU ARE FOREVER SURROUNDED BY THE PAIN OF OTHERS?"
Cerdiwan awoke from her dream, gasping for breath that had been stolen by her ever repetitive nightmares. After taking a moment to gather herself and her thoughts she moved to place her feet upon the cold hardwood floor of her lonely bedroom. She hated being alone in her room because the thoughts of all the times spent with Gabriel taunted her every memory.
Cerdiwan decided to get out of bed and start the day. The day was sure to be long and lonesome as was usual. As she reached the kitchen to get something to sooth her tense nerves she heard a small, soft knock upon her door. "Who could that be? No one has ever come to visit me, not even when Gabriel was alive did we ever have visitors." As she made her way to the door she grabbed her white silk robe and tied it around her half naked body. The knock then came again slightly louder this time, and she said just loud enough to be heard, "I'm coming."
As she slowly opened the door a small boy stood before her. He was holding a letter in his left hand and a small lavender flower in the other. "Excuse me miss, are you Cerdiwan Xavier?" He said softly to her. Cerdiwan looked down at a small boy smiling up at her. She grinned back, glad to see a friendly face for once. "Yes, I am actually. What do you need sweetie?"
He lifted the letter and flower up to her with a hopeful look upon his face. Cerdiwan reached out and took them both, her fingers slightly brushing his she looked into his past.
Marcus had been running around the castle trying to find everyone that he could to show off his new ring he had won, in his fight, against prince Darckis. As he was making his rounds he came across a small letter on the ground. On the front of the letter was a name written in golden ink followed by an address. He had figured that the letter must have been one of the invitations for the ball so he decided to deliver it himself.
"Thank you, sweetie, but what is this for?" She looked caringly down upon the small boy, with happiness glinting in her eyes. She then lifted the flower to her nose and let the aroma flow throughout her entire body. Lavender was her favorite of all flowers, and had many medicinal uses. Cerdiwan opened the letter with care making sure not to tear the information that was contained within. Marcus stared up at her, intrigued to find out exactly what the letter said. Cerdiwan then read the words to him,
"'Attention,
This letter that you are reading is an invitation to a party that is only being held one time…and one time only. My son has reached the time in his life when he needs to choose a woman to be his bride, and in doing so will take over my kingdom. I'm sending this letter out to anyone and everyone, but more importantly to the families who have young women in their household who would like to take my son's hand in marriage. But I shall warn you now…just because you show up, do not expect to win his hand. He will choose who he weds. But none the less I welcome everyone who answers this message and arrives at my doorstep in two nights.
Lord Saravis Magnus'"
She looked down at the satisfied boy but in her heart she knew that she could not attend. "I can't go sweetie, I have too much I have to do here. Thank you for bring me the letter. Would you like a sweet in return, I have a chunky bar in the kitchen?" She grinned down at him but the look upon his face was sadness. "No thank you ma'am. Excuse me though, but a beautiful lady like you should be at the ball. You could fall in love with the prince. He would love to see you there."
Tears began to weld in her eyes as thoughts of her love crept back into her mind. "If it will make you happy I will go. Now run along and get ready yourself. I want to see you in a handsome suit. Save a dance for me, ok?" At this Marcus ran back to the castle to ready himself in his most handsome of suits.
Cerdiwan headed to her sewing room and worked all day on her dress for the ball. A simple white dress would work for her, nothing too over done. She was only going to make that cute little messenger boy happy. The dress was long and white and a train trailed on the floor. There was lace on the sleeves and bust, and small white beads accented the trim. She decided that at the ball she would allow everyone to see her wings just to add effect, but her eyes would be covered by a small mask.
After working all day on the dress Cerdiwan pulled the dress on and put her hair up in a simple messy bun. She headed out the door and walked to the ball. She arrived after everyone else and snuck in the back. As she stood there in the doorway she whispered softly to herself, "I will dance with Marcus, eat some food, and leave."
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Ok, so this thread is about assassin clans that are based on the seasons. They all assassinate "bad" people and work together. Sometimes the clans have to kill people of other clans that are "bad". The winter clan is cold and stern, the summer clan is fiery and sarcastic, the fall clan is laid back and non chalant, and the spring clan is hyper and fun loving. I am a spy from the spring clan.
Name: Rowena
Age:26
Gender: Female
Appearance:Rowena The only difference is that her hair is black.
Personality: Cheerful and fun loving but deadly. She can steal anyone's heart with just a flutter of her eyes. On the outside Rowena seems innocent but she a deadly flower.
Alignment:Spring
Rank:Spy
Weapon of Choice: Rowena carries a small dagger, that is well polished, strapped to her thigh. It's concealed and easy to reach. She also wears a bracelet of pins,and she knows every puncture point on the human body. She can paralyze a man in one second, or she could kill him in the same amount of time.
Bio: Rowena lived with her parents until she was 18. After graduating from high school she went away to college to study art. She loved the beauty of colors on canvas, and the way that paint felt on her skin. During her first year she returned home for the holidays to spend a nice, quiet, month with her family. They had planned for everyone to come up this year to see what work she had been doing. When she pulled up to her home the front door was open and things were scattered throughout the house. In a panic she rushed up stairs only to behold that her parents both lay slaughtered in their bed. Bent on revenge and protecting all innocents she tracked down the spring clan and joined them. No questions were asked. She passed every test they threw at her, and excelled quickly to where she is today.
In Character
Age:26
Gender: Female
Appearance:Rowena The only difference is that her hair is black.
Personality: Cheerful and fun loving but deadly. She can steal anyone's heart with just a flutter of her eyes. On the outside Rowena seems innocent but she a deadly flower.
Alignment:Spring
Rank:Spy
Weapon of Choice: Rowena carries a small dagger, that is well polished, strapped to her thigh. It's concealed and easy to reach. She also wears a bracelet of pins,and she knows every puncture point on the human body. She can paralyze a man in one second, or she could kill him in the same amount of time.
Bio: Rowena lived with her parents until she was 18. After graduating from high school she went away to college to study art. She loved the beauty of colors on canvas, and the way that paint felt on her skin. During her first year she returned home for the holidays to spend a nice, quiet, month with her family. They had planned for everyone to come up this year to see what work she had been doing. When she pulled up to her home the front door was open and things were scattered throughout the house. In a panic she rushed up stairs only to behold that her parents both lay slaughtered in their bed. Bent on revenge and protecting all innocents she tracked down the spring clan and joined them. No questions were asked. She passed every test they threw at her, and excelled quickly to where she is today.
In Character
"Roses are red......violets are blue....." Rowena whispered the words softly in her victims ear. She was smiling now, she always seemed to smile when she had caught her prey. She was like a cat with a mouse, pleased when she finally got what she was longing for. She grinned and said in a high pitched voice, "I think you know something." As she said this she looked down at his limp body and thought, Funny thing how guys always seem to.....hit the floor, when they are around me. His body had been paralyzed from the neck down by one of her precious pins. "And you better tell me the truth."
Rowena slowly lifted the edge of her skirt and pulled the dagger from it's hilt. She placed it to his throat urging him to talk. "Come on sunshine, don't you want to play, or do you want me to make you into a puzzle that no one can solve?"
The man looked her in eyes, when they had met at the club that night there was nothing strange about her. She was another cute little girl in slinky outfit dancing on the dance floor. They had danced to a few songs, drank a few drinks, and then headed on their way out to go someplace else. She had said that she would give him the time of his life if he followed her.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He whimpered. Rowena could smell the urine on him, he had soiled himself right there. This man was a baby, a whimp if she ever saw one. She would get her information, and rid the world of his pathetic existance. He wasn't just a coward but a pervert too. All night he had been staring at her chest, and when they had gotten their drinks he had spiked hers with, god only knows what.
"Too bad. You're master is really going to miss you. Should I send him your right ear or your left......" At this she pointed the blade of her knife downward and let it slide up his left leg until it hit against his groin. She laughed slightly, "That is if you have any at all."
"Ok......I'll talk. He said that he wanted to get some girl so her could use her against someone. It was some sort of ransom."
"A ransom for what?" Rowena tapped the blade of the knife against his leg, just as a slight reminded.
"A ransom to hold against a member of the winter clan, he believes that they will come running to him and then he will catch them too. He says that there is some......unfinished business. That's all I know I swear."
"Well......thank you." Rowena removed the pin from the back of his neck. "You're information will be very.......helpful. You're free to go then I suppose." She stood and placed the pin back on her bracelet. The man stood to his feet, and slowly started to walk away. The moment he turned his back to run, she jabbed the dagger deep into his back puncturing his lung. Blood ran down her blade and soon covered his clothes. She pulled her blade from his slowly dying body. "You got my knife dirty. Shame on you. Oh yeah, and being free......well.....I lied." She wiped her dagger on the tail of his shirt and skipped away leaving his now lifeless corpse there to rot.
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Lastly, this thread is about a girl that becomes the love interest of a mysterious male vampyre. I play the male vampyre. Woot.
Name: Lazarus
Age:2086
Race:Vampyre
Role:Mysterious Vampyre
Appearance:Lazarus
Personality:Quiet and reserved. Has an uncontrollable urge to be around things that are beautiful. When he has feeling about something he acts upon them and will not take no for an answer. He respects women and their beauty.
Bio: Lazarus was born in Russia thousands of years ago. When he was 16 he was taken under the wing of a scholar that went by the name of, Dr. Stefane Spinelli. The doctor taught him how to read and write and supplied him with the most beautiful of victorian clothing. He was set in life, getting ready for work and supporting his family.
One evening whilst sitting alone in his home after a long day of studying he heard a knock upon his front door. There was a beautiful woman standing in the doorway. She looked to be about 18 and had piercing green eyes and Raven black hair. She held out her hand and offered him a single black rose and asked if he would like to buy it for someone he loved. He told her that he had not yet found a love and said he would buy the rose for his mother. Lazarus handed her the coins in exchange for the rose. When grabbing it a thorn cut into his finger. A small drop of blood started to drip from his fingertip. The lady offered to bandage it for him and he willing allowed her to. As the time passed they talked for a while and soon he learned of her secret. The young woman was a vampyre and turned him, into the like, to be her lover for all eternity.
Years passed and Lazarus because accustumed to the life a vampyre. He had told his family he had left for the Americas in search of a well paying job and he would return with his earnings. Soon the woman, Akira, became twisted and demented going on feeding frenzies and Lazarus had to put his one vampyric companion to rest once and for all.
IC: Lazarus had been lost in slumber dreaming of his now deceased family, thinking of the years they must have waited for him to return. He hadn't fed in days and was now growing hungry for blood. He needed energy, but had now become weiry of feeding. Many nights he wandered the streets of the city looking for something that would be different, but all her ever found were the homeless. The blood of the homeless fed him and kept him energized but not for long and the stench always stuck to him for days.
This evening his mind was else where thinking of memories long stored away. His mother and her beauty, his father and his courage, and Akira and her passion. He longed to see something that resemble one of the three but he never did. The people of the city were always careful not to walk the sidewalks at night, and never alone if they did.
Lazarus made his way down the alley next to where he had slept that day. There was an old man standing next to a flaming trashcan attempting to get warm from the fire. He strolled towards him with hunger flashing in his eyes.
"Hello," he called to the man. He wanted to seem friendly and not have to deal with as much of a fight on this night. Fights usually stirred something in him that made the kill even more pleasureable but tonight he was not in the mood.
The old man looked up from his flames and stared into Lazarus' eyes. "Yes, what do you need boy?"The old man replied with hesitation. Lazarus strolled closer to the man and placed his hand upon his shoulder. He pulled him to the side of the alley and was about to feed upon him when he could hear footsteps echoing off the walls. He could smell the sweet perfume of a woman, and the smell washed over him. He released the old man, and stood there engulfed in her beautiful smell. He hadn't been around a woman since Akira had died and the scent was alluring.
She then spoke in sweet yet terror filled voice, "Hey, is there someone there?"
The man that Lazarus was about to feed on ran away down the alley towards the woman. Lazarus could now see the faint figure of her within the shadows. The man stopped directly in front of her before they collided, and again she spoke. "Shit..!! You scared the hell out of me." The old man just stood there, paralyzed from fear, "Hey, old man, what's your problem?" she said and reached for his arm.
As if awoken from a nightmare the old man screamed to the woman,"R-rrr-rrrr-RUUUUNNNNNNN!!!!" and then he ran out of sight. The woman then turned to run out of he alley, and Lazarus was not ready to lose that aroma, that beauty again, so he moved quickly and stood before her. He stared gloomily down at her, blue eyes caught in a haze. The woman looked up at him and said, "Who are you?", but all he could do in return was keep his gaze upon her."Ple-a-se," she uttered but all did was move closer.
Finally Lazarus began to speak to her, the only words that he could muster, "I can hear your heart beating." There was no reply to this so he tried again, "I can hear your heart beating, are you afraid of me?"
At this she replied in a faint whisper, "Should I be?" All Lazarus could do was laugh, the fact of the matter was that she should be scared. "If your gonna kill me do it now and get it over with." Again all he could do was laugh, and then an urge over came him and he laid his lips upon hers. They stood there kissing, and she wasn't fighting, and rain began to pour down upon them hard. A car drove past a moment later, and then he ran. He left that woman standing alone in the rain, and in the dark. Lazarus headed out and began to search again for something to energize him, but all he could think about was that woman.
Age:2086
Race:Vampyre
Role:Mysterious Vampyre
Appearance:Lazarus
Personality:Quiet and reserved. Has an uncontrollable urge to be around things that are beautiful. When he has feeling about something he acts upon them and will not take no for an answer. He respects women and their beauty.
Bio: Lazarus was born in Russia thousands of years ago. When he was 16 he was taken under the wing of a scholar that went by the name of, Dr. Stefane Spinelli. The doctor taught him how to read and write and supplied him with the most beautiful of victorian clothing. He was set in life, getting ready for work and supporting his family.
One evening whilst sitting alone in his home after a long day of studying he heard a knock upon his front door. There was a beautiful woman standing in the doorway. She looked to be about 18 and had piercing green eyes and Raven black hair. She held out her hand and offered him a single black rose and asked if he would like to buy it for someone he loved. He told her that he had not yet found a love and said he would buy the rose for his mother. Lazarus handed her the coins in exchange for the rose. When grabbing it a thorn cut into his finger. A small drop of blood started to drip from his fingertip. The lady offered to bandage it for him and he willing allowed her to. As the time passed they talked for a while and soon he learned of her secret. The young woman was a vampyre and turned him, into the like, to be her lover for all eternity.
Years passed and Lazarus because accustumed to the life a vampyre. He had told his family he had left for the Americas in search of a well paying job and he would return with his earnings. Soon the woman, Akira, became twisted and demented going on feeding frenzies and Lazarus had to put his one vampyric companion to rest once and for all.
IC: Lazarus had been lost in slumber dreaming of his now deceased family, thinking of the years they must have waited for him to return. He hadn't fed in days and was now growing hungry for blood. He needed energy, but had now become weiry of feeding. Many nights he wandered the streets of the city looking for something that would be different, but all her ever found were the homeless. The blood of the homeless fed him and kept him energized but not for long and the stench always stuck to him for days.
This evening his mind was else where thinking of memories long stored away. His mother and her beauty, his father and his courage, and Akira and her passion. He longed to see something that resemble one of the three but he never did. The people of the city were always careful not to walk the sidewalks at night, and never alone if they did.
Lazarus made his way down the alley next to where he had slept that day. There was an old man standing next to a flaming trashcan attempting to get warm from the fire. He strolled towards him with hunger flashing in his eyes.
"Hello," he called to the man. He wanted to seem friendly and not have to deal with as much of a fight on this night. Fights usually stirred something in him that made the kill even more pleasureable but tonight he was not in the mood.
The old man looked up from his flames and stared into Lazarus' eyes. "Yes, what do you need boy?"The old man replied with hesitation. Lazarus strolled closer to the man and placed his hand upon his shoulder. He pulled him to the side of the alley and was about to feed upon him when he could hear footsteps echoing off the walls. He could smell the sweet perfume of a woman, and the smell washed over him. He released the old man, and stood there engulfed in her beautiful smell. He hadn't been around a woman since Akira had died and the scent was alluring.
She then spoke in sweet yet terror filled voice, "Hey, is there someone there?"
The man that Lazarus was about to feed on ran away down the alley towards the woman. Lazarus could now see the faint figure of her within the shadows. The man stopped directly in front of her before they collided, and again she spoke. "Shit..!! You scared the hell out of me." The old man just stood there, paralyzed from fear, "Hey, old man, what's your problem?" she said and reached for his arm.
As if awoken from a nightmare the old man screamed to the woman,"R-rrr-rrrr-RUUUUNNNNNNN!!!!" and then he ran out of sight. The woman then turned to run out of he alley, and Lazarus was not ready to lose that aroma, that beauty again, so he moved quickly and stood before her. He stared gloomily down at her, blue eyes caught in a haze. The woman looked up at him and said, "Who are you?", but all he could do in return was keep his gaze upon her."Ple-a-se," she uttered but all did was move closer.
Finally Lazarus began to speak to her, the only words that he could muster, "I can hear your heart beating." There was no reply to this so he tried again, "I can hear your heart beating, are you afraid of me?"
At this she replied in a faint whisper, "Should I be?" All Lazarus could do was laugh, the fact of the matter was that she should be scared. "If your gonna kill me do it now and get it over with." Again all he could do was laugh, and then an urge over came him and he laid his lips upon hers. They stood there kissing, and she wasn't fighting, and rain began to pour down upon them hard. A car drove past a moment later, and then he ran. He left that woman standing alone in the rain, and in the dark. Lazarus headed out and began to search again for something to energize him, but all he could think about was that woman.
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