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Post by Sy'mara on Dec 17, 2004 23:36:31 GMT -5
[I'm so sorry the beginning is so long and i do promise that not all my post are so descriptive, but on introductions and beginnings i tend to overdue it. i didn't want to ruin any of the other wicked threads of Underworld and decided to introduce my new character in another. Only join if you read at least the jist of this post. skim it, is all i ask]
Sy'mara's bar was way down Rue de Chartres, away from the middle of the Quarter, toward Canal Street. It was only nine-thirty. No one ever came in until ten, not even on Mardi Gras nights. No one except the girl in the black silk dress, the thin little girl with the short, soft dark hair tha tfell in a curtain across her eyes. Sy'mara always wanted to rush it away from her face, to feel it trickle through her fingers like rain.
Tonight, as usual, she slipped in at nine-thirty and looked around for the friends who were never there. The wind blew the French Quarter in behind her, the night air rippling warn down Chartres Street as it slipped away toward the river ,smelling of spice and fried oysters and whikey and the dust of ancient bones stolen and violated. When the gril saw Sy'mara standing alone behind the bar, narrown, white, and immaculate with her blakc hair glittering on her shoulders, she came and hopped onto a bar stoold--she had to boost herself--and said, as she did most nights, "Can I have a screwdriver?"
"Just how old are you , love?" Sy'mara asked, as she did most nights.
"Twenty." She was lying by at least four years, but her voice was so soft that she had to listen with her whole cupped ear to hear it, and her arms on the bar were thin and downed with fine blond hairs; the big smudges of dark makeup like bruises around her eyes, the ratty bangs, and the little sandaled feet with their toenails painted orange only made her more childlike. She mixed the drink weak and put two cherries in it. She fished the cherries out with her fingers and ate them one by one sucking them like candy before she started sipping her drink.
Sy'mara knew the gril came to her bar because the drinks were cheap and she would serve them to her with now annoying questions about ID. She always turned with a start every time the street door opened, and her hand would fly to her throat.
"Who you waiting for?" Sy'mara asked her the first time she came in
"The vampires," she told her.
She was always alone, even on the last night of Mardi gras. THe black silk dress left her throat and arms bar. Before, she ahd smoked Marlboro Lights. Sy'mara told her that only virgins were known to smoke those, and she blushed and came in the nst night with a pack of Camels. She said her name was Jessy, and Sy'mara only smiled at her jok about the vampires; she didn't know how mush she knew. But she had pretty ways and a sweet shy smile, and she was a tiny brihtness in every ashen empty night.
Sy'mara certainly wasn't going to bite her.
This little girl, Jessy, was much like most of the customers that came later in the night to Sy'mara's bar. All 'searching' for the legendary vampires. Claiming their stories of being bitten and wanting to perfrom rituals to 'call forth the dead'. Most were 'gothic' teenagers, wanting to be heard, wanting to believe that something exist. Little did they know, their own bar mistress was a vampire herself.
Sy'mara only spent half her nights usually at the bar, the rest of the night she spent hunting...after a deep slumber she always longed for blood...
Only after making sure her hired bartender Twig had things under control, did the devious Sy'mara put on her heavy cloak which blended well with the shadows of the cemented streets.
It was a foggy night, her senses were alert for both lycans and victims. Her gun was strapped on securely around her waist as she stepped through the streets, all weapons and stature hidden beneath her cloak. Her choices in victims, were not keenly appetizing, the homeless, the run-aways, the innocent teenage girls, the thieves. All lined the streets, and Sy'mara could sense all their deeds, she chose very carefully, choosing only those deserving.
Whilst she walked the foggy night quickening her pace for the night was wearying her sense caught that of another which did not smell warm-blooded like a human, nor heavy like that of a lycan. Her steps stopped and she knew this...someone was behind her, all she would have to do was turn and there they would stand.
Slowly she turned on her heel and looked over her shoulder slightly seeing the silhouette of another.
[obviously this 'someone' has to be a fellow vampire]
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Post by Kait on Dec 18, 2004 8:52:36 GMT -5
((Welcome to the Haven, mellon nin. )) *Alessandra walked the dark streets alone this night, carefully watching for a victim she could lure to her... She was never one for scaring or surprising her victims... She preferred getting them to trust her, almost like a game... However, the figure that walked the street in front of her was most certainly not her prey... Surprisingly, it seemed to be one of her own kind... Curious, Alessandra followed. However, it didn't take long before she was noticed. As the figure before her stopped and glanced over at her, a slight smirk crossed her lips. It wasn't often that she had the opportunity to meet with one of her kind... Her voice was rather sly as she spoke, her eyes twinkling with amusement.* "Good evening..."
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Post by Sy'mara on Dec 18, 2004 9:43:15 GMT -5
((gracias senorita))
"Good evening..."
Sy'mara's ears caught the cunning sound immediately after they escaped the other's lips. She turned full body towards this unexpected guest, wanting to get a full view of who was speaking to her. She couldn't see much due to the glare of a lamp post above the figure and only a silhouette remained visible. Even Sy'mara's vampiric eyes could not see through that sort of glare due to her sensitivity of light.
"Good evening..." she finally said with a smirk, nodding politely. The figure did not seem menacing, but Sy'mara did not want to upset the other by being rude and demanding her questions immediately. It was not her style. Her style was to remain her charming self, and respect her race by keeping her cool.
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Post by Kait on Dec 18, 2004 9:58:15 GMT -5
*As the woman's voice reached her ears, Alessandra smiled. This should prove to be interesting...* "What brings you out on a dreary night like this one...? A good hunt perhaps...?" *Slowly, she moved away from the light, almost circling her mysterious companion as she tried to get a better look at her. However, the dark cloak mostly shrouded her from view, much to Alessandra's annoyance.*
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Post by Sy'mara on Dec 18, 2004 10:06:15 GMT -5
As the visitor moved away from the light, she immdiately melted one with the darkness and proved easier to focus on. Sy'mara kept both eyes still on her as she circled around her with unheard footsteps, that was enough to prove to Sy'mara she was indeed one of the d**ned.
"What brings you out on a dreary night like this one...? A good hunt perhaps...?"
Her voice was seductive, sending a few uneffecting chills down Sy'mara's spine...she loved it.
"As what would send any d**ned creature out on the streets after dark." she answered as her eyes looked the other up and down. Her stature was larger than that of Sy'mara's but for some reason she did not find this menacing, she found an attraction to this mistress, which any fellow vampire would see in another, knowing their appearance was unmatchable to that of any creature this godforaken planet.
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Post by Kait on Dec 18, 2004 10:21:14 GMT -5
*Alessandra's smile grew, her fangs showing slightly behind her full lips. This one was witty and obviously not shy... which meant getting to know her would be quite amusing. She slowly took a step closer to the rather alluring stranger.* "Then perhaps you could show a stranger where to find the most delicious prey...?" *Since Alessandra was fairly new to the area and tonight would, hopefully, be her first human meal since arriving, having someone who knew the streets and the people would be most useful...*
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Post by Sy'mara on Dec 18, 2004 10:37:47 GMT -5
Delicious prey... The words echoed in Sy'mara's mind with a whisper, this one was hungry. She usually would have noticed it to begin with, but now as her guard began to lower her scences caught the emptiness in the other's veins. A smirk crossed her lips, her fangs remaining hidden.
"Follow me..." she hissed from behind her hood. She would not reveal herself to this stranger yet, guard remaing still.
Without another moment she started walking, hearing the footsteps of her fellow behind her. This was indeed exhilerating, Sy'mara had hunted before with her parents, and just the experience of hunting with another of your kind was enough to make on greedy with their victims.
Sy'mara knew exactly where to go to give this vampress the best. Fear was always a nice bonus in a victim...therefore those of a church whose bonds were to that of a 'christ' were most delicious and rich in their blood and fear. Sy'mara only hunted at the church on particular evenings when the moment seemed right and presently the moment seemed ideal.
Sy'mara led her down a few alleys and away from the town, not a word was exchanged between the two. Their light steps made the walk quicker and only seem like a few moments before they arrived at a old stoned church with its steeple raising high.
Sy'mara looked over her shoulder once more to see the other eyeing the surroundings plaintavly. Sy'mara knew the other was hungry and a victim would have to be found quickly. Nodding in her future direction, leading the mistress, she walked inside to see a priest and a nun kneeling before a crucifix, murmuring and mumbling with their eyes closed. Sy'mara sneered at the sight, whatever lore their was that vampires could not enter a church was fantasy. The mortals fake religion had no effect on immortals.
Sy'mara turned and looked towards the other as a grin crossed her lips signaling for her to go first.
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Post by Kait on Dec 18, 2004 21:23:40 GMT -5
*Alessandra smirked as she stared at the two humans. This one thrives on fear, doesn't she...? Alessandra had never been one to frighten her victims, instead earning their trust with her seductive nature. Still, this would make the game much more exciting. Whispering rather playfully, she turned to her companion.* "You really know how to treat a girl don't you?" *Her pale eyes showed her amusement as she glanced back at her prey... Slowly, she walked down the aisle toward the alter, where the human pair prayed before the crucifix. While she wasn't sure she believed in any religion, churches has always made her uncomfortable. Still, her uneasiness just added to the thrill, making the game more challenging... She studied the two humans carefully, trying to choose her victim... She preferred to take them on one at a time... The priest wasn't too old... Only middle aged and with plenty of life in him to make him enjoyable...* "Forgive me, father... May we speak in private...?" *The two kneeling figures reluctantly finished their praying, the priest turning to look at her. He glanced at the nun, nodding to her, and she hurried off, her robes swishing behind her... She would be easy enough to lure back if the other vampire wanted a human all to herself.*
"What is it, my child...?"
*Alessandra nearly smirked. So solemn and proper... She could hardly keep the excitement from her voice as she spoke.* "I know the hour is late, but I have an important question to ask... and only you can answer..."
"I'm listening..."
"Do you, as a mere mortal, fear death?"
"While death is indeed an inescapable burden that all must bear, I trust that the life afterward will be worth it. So no, I do not fear it."
"Do you really love and trust your god that much...? Enough to deny most earthly pleasures...? How can you be so sure that you're not living a lie...?" *Careful not to alert him that he was in any danger, she slowly and cautiously moved closer while he was distracted by her questions. She didn't really care about the answers... It was all to let his guard down and keep him occupied while she moved in for the kill...*
"I can feel it in my soul... I will meet my Lord someday... And on that day, I shall enter paradise for all eternity..."
*With her sly and subtle movements, he seemed to hardly notice that Alessandra was close enough to feel the warmth from his mortal flesh. Her voice lower and more seductive, Alessandra moved her face a little closer to his, her pale eyes never straying from her prey. Her charms weren't enough to keep him in the dark much longer, and he seemed to grow a little uneasy now that he realized how close she was.*
"... More than anything else... Why do you ask...?"
*Alessandra moved her head to the side of his, a smirk on her lips. She could hear his heart beating rapidly in his breast and she could hardly contain her excitement. Whispering in his ear, she made her final move.* "Because... I will give you that paradise tonight..." *Then, before he could move away from her in alarm, her fangs slid deep into his flesh, draining the blood from his neck. One of Alessandra's hands immediately moved to cover his mouth, muffling any yell or cry for help. The blood pumped quickly through his veins in his fright, making Alessandra's meal even more wonderful. It wasn't long before she heard his heart stop and his struggling ceased. Placing a hand over the wound so as not to lose any of his precious blood. With her free hand, she gently brushed her fingers over her lips, wiping away some of the blood that lingered on them. She glanced over her shoulder at her companion.* "Would you like a taste...? Or would you prefer to hunt down your own prey...?" *She smirked slightly, enjoying the entire situation...*
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Post by Sy'mara on Dec 18, 2004 21:49:05 GMT -5
Sy'mara watched with a smirk as the other swayed the priest's trust and fooled him into his own death. It made the watch all the more appealing and her own thirst to thrive.
"Would you like a taste...? Or would you prefer to hunt down your own prey...?"
Sy'mara's smirk grew into a wicked grin as her tongue began to tingle with the urge to taste and share the priest's blood. Not wanting a drop to be wasted, she walked over to wear the other and the dead were and shifted the weight of the priest onto her and cocked his head, revealing her bite marks upon his neck, still dripping slightly. With a lick of her lips, her fangs fit perfectly in the holes that were provided and she drained the remaining blood left in the religious's man's veins. His blood was warm, but still when Sy'mara had finished him off, living him a dried up corpse on the floor, she remained hungry. Not even bothering too look to the other, her hunger now flaring, Sy'mara went down the hall were the nun went.
She entered the private prayer room quietly, having smelt her blood from the sancutary. When she entered, the door squeaked giving her up. The nun turned quickly around with a startled look on her face.
"Can I help you--?"
Her voice stopped as soon as Sy'mara began to walk towards her. Not a scream was heard, quick as lightening...Sy'mara grabbed the nuns face in both her hands and snapped her neck roughly to the left with a crack. When the woman's bought went limp, Sy'mara caught her neck with her fangs...
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Post by Saturn on Dec 22, 2004 0:38:54 GMT -5
Trevor had been in the area for a while now. He had the urge to seek repentance alot for some reason. Ever since that night that the strange beast bit him. He was still unsure of what it was that had attlacked him, or who it was that attacked the beast. However, that was of little consequence.
There had been maulings recently, pehaps that beast was still around. He felt as if he were responsible though. The church in the area was a haven for him, and the the priest inside had treated him as if he were his own son.
He approached the church which had become a sanctuary for him, but now something was different. He felt as if he were sick. He thought he was sensing something inside, something that made his very insides twist.
He walked inside, opening the doors slowly. Something was telling him there was danger inside, but what he had no idea. He entered the church, his footsteps echoing with each steps. He looked towards the alter after looking arond for a moment and saw the priest on the ground, unmoving. His eyes wetnwide in horror at the sight before him....
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Post by Kait on Dec 22, 2004 17:21:54 GMT -5
((Greetings from frigid NY! It's too friggin' cold!))
*Alessandra followed the woman, watching her with great interest. As she witnessed the nun's death, she couldn't help but smirk. Vicious and efficient... How wonderful... She licked her lips which still had the metallic taste of blood, watching as her companion drank her fill. However, she heard something that immediately drew her attention away from their glorious feast... footsteps. She turned her back to the other vampire, watching the door with extreme caution.* "Hurry... Someone's coming.."
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Post by Saturn on Dec 23, 2004 2:05:01 GMT -5
Trevor rushed to the side of the priest and checked to see of he was alive, but he was too late. The priest was gone. Trevor sat there holding the lifeless body of his friend, tears forming in his eyes.
Anger and sadness filling his heart. He looked upon the face of the priest and saw a look of peace.
"Old man, you always were too comfortable with the thought of your own death," he said, knowing full well he couldn't hear him.
He tried to compose himself, and then noticed his neck.
"What?" he said, turning the priest's head a little to see to puncuture wounds in the neck....
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Post by Sy'mara on Dec 26, 2004 15:23:04 GMT -5
Sy'mara heard the warning from her companion and jerked her head up listening. Footsteps came near...then stopped. Sy'mara remained still knowing whoever was about to enter woudl regret it.
"Sister Marie, are you in there, the children are all tucked in now..."
Slowly the door began to creek open.
"Sister Marie?" said a strange woman's voice. Sy'mara took the blood which was still fresh was in her and took the characteristics that came with it and were stil alive in her body and answered in the now dead nun's voice. ((something i picked up from anne rice...if you would rather it not happen this way inform me ... i'll fix ^_^))
"Very good, sister. If you could spare me one moment I'll be right with you."
Thankfully the door was never fully opened as both vampress remained still in the shadows on the walls, Sy'mara still holding the leaking vessal of blood in her arms.
"Very well..." said the other as her footsteps disappeared down the hall. Sy'mara let out a sigh of relief, looking back down at her victim, the blood was already beginning to dry and would be worth nothing. Reluctantly she laid the body and down and placed two coins upon the still open eyes of the nun.
Standing back up and looking to her companion, she noticed there was another strange sniff in the wind.
"Do you smell that?" the other asked Sy'mara. Sy'mara nodded her head shortly.
"Another mortal...male." she spoke in a rough whisper. Sy'mara was already filled and no longer had the urge to kill without necessity.
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Post by Kait on Dec 26, 2004 15:37:28 GMT -5
"Another mortal...male."
*Alessandra hesitated a moment... At first it certainly seemed mortal... but there was something odd about this one... Shaking off the thought, Alessandra looked to her companion and then the nun lying lifeless on the floor. She had wanted a taste, but another drink would have to wait. Something didn't feel right about this new presence.* "Let's get out of here while we still can... We got what we came for..." *She glanced at the door and shook her head lightly, her pale green eyes focusing on the other vampire once more.* "Is there a back exit that we can use? I feel that it would be best not to leave the way that we came..."
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Post by Sy'mara on Dec 26, 2004 15:40:25 GMT -5
Sy'mara bit her bottom lip while picturing the whole church building in her mind. Quickly she thought of a way out, but it meant going down the hall to the kitchen, there was no back entrance but there was a cellar that led outside.
"Follow me, once more?" she questioned with a risen eyebrow basically asking her whether she trust her or not.
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