The girl who put Leonardo Da Vinci to shame! (Any)

[Anonymous]

Bella Debouchi was sitting under a large willow tree, near a crystal blue lagoon. She had been sitting there for about two hours, trying to draw the lagoon. Oh, but there were so many details! She had to draw the wild flowers that grew near the water's edge. The water, how it rippiled and streamed away into a small river. The rocks, and the slightly small waterfall, gushing down in a steady rhythim. She was a very good drawer, and a wonderful writer, and she hoped that someday she could fulfil her dream of becoming a professional and work for someone. At this thought she could only scoff. No one would want her to work for them if they really knew what she was. She tilted her head to the side, trying to make out a detail of a rather large flower. After she was finished drawing it she would probably shade it in with various colours of her choosing.

She closed her eyes for a moment and laid her head back against the damp willow. She could feel the soft much earth beneath her. Hopefully it wouldn't ruing her floral dress. Her dress was a simple white that had a floral design upon it. There was a large purple flower, a large pink flower, and a large green flower. It was simple but yet it made her frail figure look positivly pleasant. She breathed in and out, feeling the warmth of the sun, cascading through the leaves, prickle her skin. Begin an adaptaded vampire had it's advantages. Like for instance, SUN! She smiled, her rose petal red lips curving into a slight arch.

Suddenly a slight wind blew and it knocked of her matching sun hat. Her emerald eyes sprung open as she quickly stood up, trying to catch the hat as it drifted lazily upon each wind currents. Her blond hair blew in front of her as she quickly chased after it. The hat landed upon the top of the crystal blue water. She frowned as she quickly pulled it out, before it got lost in the current. This thing seemed to always cause her trouble. She padded her way back towards the willow tree and slumped underneath it. Her hand hurt from drawing and writing all day and she was slightly tiered from being up at 5 each morning. She sighed and clsoed her eyes again, basking the warm sun and listining to the soft ripple of the laggon water. The birds chirping over head...the-

She was soon fast asleep.


OOC: Okay, I think it was slightly crappy but give me a break its my first one. Any one would be greatly appreciated. LOL

[Anonymous]

((It's a fine post! Don't doubt yourself!))

His sneer was only faint as he kept his balance on the thin branch of the tree. He had been tracking this one bird for about four days now. Why? No reason at all. He just wanted to follow the bird, see where it would take him. He had grown bored of the little creature, and now was intent on trying to catch it. Charcoal eyes with pulsing red veins sat in contempt, surrounded by the black cloth of his face mask. The long scarf was tied up around his head, hiding himself from the world, and the sun.

Though it couldn't really hurt him, he hated having it on his body. It just made him feel odd. His body suit was silk mostly, meant for maximum manueveribility. Overtop of that was a simple chest plating of armour, thin scale mail to allow him to move but be protected from attacks. The same type of design was laden over his slender legs and arms. Each piece was held in place by a belt of leather, or a tight clip of some sort. Around his waist was a normal belt which carried his weapon sheathes, the two skinny daggers sharp as ever nestled in their confines.

Soft padded shoes inched their way along the branch, as he approached the small bird. Quick as could be his silken wrapped hands latched around the bird, which began to cry out out. Underneath the scarf wrap he was smiling as he held onto the bird which was sure of its demise. However it never came as he simply let it go, which it took flight very quickly. Now the best question was...where was he? He had come to this strange realm not long ago, and found himself bored. The only entertainment was stalking the local mortals. Moving down from branch to branch he landed on the ground with little noise to him. He was a quiet person, and he liked it that way. Less people would see him that way.

There was something though, an offending smell that entered his nostrils. Pulling down his mask just a little bit so his cute almost button like nose could escape, he took a deep whiff of the air. Something...someone...was about. He was sure of it. The smell was familiar almost...it was...he coudln't quite tell. Pulling the mask up over his nose he began to run, to find the smell. He found the offending presence, as he hid behind a tree near a rather nice looking lagoon. It was a person! How interesting! She was asleep too, which seemed like a bad idea around these parts. That was okay by him, some blood would be appreciated. He began to get closer, moving to another tree...then to another...There was something odd about this one though...he couldn't put his finger on it, and so caution would have to be taken. He began to watch, crouched low, his eyes unblinking. Somethign was very off.

[Anonymous]

With her accute hearing and sense of smell she could sence something or someone was around. She had heard the bird cry out and then after a few moments there was all but silence. The sound had awakened her and her emerald eyes flickered open to look around. She could smell something different about this place, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. Something about it was different, oh yes no doubt about it, but it was also vagualy familiar also. She shrugged her shoulders. No matter, if it was someone pesky she could just bite them to death. It wouldn't take long. She was getting hungry anyway. She streched and yawned, then resumed her slumped position in which she had fallen asleep. She closed her eyes and breathed in and out, smelling the precesence getting closer and closer, and then.... it stopped. It had stopped moving and she could only smile. Whatever it was she knew that it was probably intimidated and taking caution.

That was her mistake, for after that she let her gaurd down.

She lost track of the precense and started to listen to the sounds of the lagoon once more. Feeling the soft wind ruffle her blonde hair and caress her frail figure. She breathed in deeply, smelling the strong perfumes of the wildflowers and the musty smell the lagoon gave off. She leaned back a little further, becoming incerasingly relaxed. She let the rays of the sun soak into her pale skin, making her feel warm and sleepy. The lust for blood slowly ebbed away as she once again became increasingly relaxed and almost dozed off. She awoke the first time. *I can't fall asleep, there's something out there...* However at this thought she couldn't help but feel the darkness slowly invade her, number her sole and pierce her mind, making it incabable of thinking.

For a second she was somewhat worried thinking that this was the time that vampires became into a dead sleep. She tried to stay awake, shake herself in order to do so but her mind and body, and even soul, simply gave way to the darkness and soon she was fast asleep. The only thing that could probably wake her would be her self defense and survival modes.

[Anonymous]

Why was the smell so familiar? He didn't know this woman, but she had this air about her that just screamed of familiarity. What was it? What could it even be? There was something...it was in the back of his mind almost, yelling at him, but he couldn't hear it. He decided not to care for the time being, to just...continue on with his plan. Though he wasn't eagerly wanting to kill this woman, blood would be needed.

A quick burst of energy sent him speeding to the tree she was laying under. Sinewy legs bent for a moment and pushed him upwards to the trunk of the tree. When he landed, his hands gripped onto thick bark, while his feet planted firmly against them. It was a very noisy procedure that had shook the tree, but he was going to take a different approach to this.

"Greetings." It was the only thing he said, his voice was a harsh whisper almost, deep but obviously of a foreign nature. His black eyes stared at her as he firmly pushed himself off from the tree trunk to land in front of her. One hand went down, placing on the spherical hilt of one of the thin razor daggers. He didn't draw the weapon, but it was for caution. Before he killed her, or tried, he would have to know what she was. He just...he had to...it was starting to irk him.

"Fine day isn't it?" It was a soft question, his voice becoming less of a harsh whisper, just to a soft and calm voice. He couldn't let his emotions get the better of him and control him. Ask first, kill later, not murder and desecrate, then think about answers later. The smell about her, it was maddening to not know it. He wondered idly if she had expected such strange behavoir to happen, of course, he was used to people calling him...odd...eccentric...crazy...whatever synonyms they could think of for 'Insane.'

[Anonymous]

She awoke with a start, once again, as the tree was being shaking. She heard a frim harsh whisper pierce the silence she had been enjoying so much. A rather tall man appeared in front of her. He placed his hand on the hilt of a dsagger that was hiddin on his hip. At first she felt a little panicked for she had accidentaly left her dagger at home, but then as the man spoke she could only smile and remember that she had been in certain situations like these before. No biggie.

Again a mistake, she let her gaurd down.

She listened to him speak, and at first she thought she could hear a quick qauver in his voice, but when she thought about it she couldn't be sure. "Yes, a very fine day it is..." Her voice was smooth and clear. It sounded like crystal bells ringing. A smooth and soft voice. It was the best voice to lead someone to their demise. That lead them into a false sence of security. She sighed and closed her eyes, still soaking in the sun in which she hadn't gotten lately, for it had been raining for a couple of days.

She sighed and stood up, feeling her floral dress ruffel underneath her. She streched and yawned, brushed off the dirt that had colected on the snow white fabric, and then sighed again. The man obviously wanted something from her, but what possibly could it be? She stared at his featurs, taking in his posture, and every little detail about him that she could store into her brain. She crossed her arms, making her look somewhat childish, and asked with a cute pout, "Is there something you want?"

[Anonymous]

"Careful how you pose such a question. There's no teling what my intentions are." He replied evenly. Cat and mouse...or was it cat and cat? Slowly he pulled down the part of the scarf over his mouth, letting his pale lips, somewhat tanned skin, and those elongated canines of his be exposed the air.

"I promise that it will hurt, but since I'm so nice  I'll even give you a chance to run." He said with an impish smirk, the lengethed canines poked well out from under his top lip to move over his bottom lip. He had noted though that she really didn't seem all that worried, and she was studying him...as if sizing him up. Maybe he was a little out of his league? Maybe...or maybe...it was something else. That didn't matter all that much though, he was going to enjoy the hunt for this one. Perhaps she woudl even scream as he slowly sunk a dagger into that elegant flesh of hers.

"Now, I would start running if I were you." He told her calmly, slowly he brought the dagger from the sheathe. The wicked hiss of metal on metal filled the air as he held the dagger like an expert. The thin black blade seemed to absorb the light that hit it, no gleam on its dulled finish. The blade was rather long, the flat of it was curved sligtly, a cruel design. All these theatrics though, something told him that this was probably going to be a little bit of a let down for him. It was that same thing about her that gave it away, that something was different about this woman. Something that he should have known, but failed to realize.

[Anonymous]

She watched him with her green emerald eyes. She listened to him and for once she somewhat became slightly fearful. But only for a moment, a moment and nothing less. IN the blink of an eye her features changed. Very dramatically at that. Her blonde hair had turned to long midnight black while her eyes changed from the dark emerald green to a firey red. Her fangs pointed out from her upper red rose lip. Her voice, usually clear as bells, was somewhat darker, more demonic like. She was a beauty with bloodlust. There was no doubt about it. "Why would I want to run?" she asked her voie sounding much darker than before. Her red eyes flickered for a moment and then fluttered open. She stared at the dagger, unfearful if it might press against her flesh.

The only way for an adaptaded vampire to die was basically the same for a usual vampie. Something in the heart, a bullet through the head. Everything else bacially healed quickly and she would only feel a small ounce of pain, if there be any pain at all.

No longer afraid she walked up to him, straight up and grabbed the dagger, feeling it pierce the flesh of her hand as she began to bleed. She smiled as warm crimson blood trickled down her pale arm, catching in the snow white fabric of her floral dress. Now she knew what she was senceing before. That familar precence that she couldn't put her finger on. He was also a vampire. She should've guessed! But I guess she was to sleepy to realize.

She gripped the dagger even tighter, feeling slight pain tingel her arm. The smell of blood lingered in the air, and even if her own, she became hungry. Truth be told, no matter how much of a concealed vampire she was, she sometimes couldn't control her bloodlust, and it sometimes got the best of her... and others. She siled, showing him her pearly white teeth, her pointed fangs. It made her look even more beautiful, for truth be told she was a beauty when in both human and vampire state. The only thing odd was her voice, which sounded complete opposite of each other. "I'm not going to run..." She smiled again, making her look somewhat physcotic. For a moment she felt invinciable. Would this man step up to the plate? Her plate?

OOC: This is getting good.. LOL.. don't hurt her yet because somebody else is going to jump in and act like her saving hero. LOL.. You should try to stab her in the heart or something.. that would be so dramaie!!

[Anonymous]

((Heh, no killing here! What a twist!))

That was it, that was the familiar smell. Another vampire. His features changed to one of disappointment. Feeding off another vampire, it would be like drinking from an old corpse. It was a disgusting habit and it did nothing for the vampire. He was surprised when she had gripped the dagger, and his own eyes hardened as he smelled the blood in the air. Disgusting smell, one that he didn't like all that much. There wa s quick movement, and suddenly the dagger was sliding back into its sheathe.

"Dammed...bloodsuckers." Technically he wasn't far off from behind a vampire. Vampire was such a broad term. Now, he wasn't territorial by nature, not a bit, this wasn't his area, for all he knew this was hers, but he was vexed by the outcome. Another vampire! What were the odds that this would happen? Astronomical no doubt, and inconcievable. His disappointed expression stayed as he took a step back from her, and his face promptly contorted into a slight sneer.

"No point on trying to kill one who is already dead, or to feed on someone such as yourself." He concluded verbally, his eyes staying level with hers. He was memorizing the scent though, his nostrils flaring as he made sure he would know the next vampire he came in contact iwth. He couldn't have something like this happening after all.

"One question, you got a name?" He asked bluntly, his arms crossing over his chest. The smell of her blood was invading his senses, but he pushed it away, reminding himself that she would offer no sustenance or revilizing power. No, he'd have to find a mortal for that, something with a heart beat to pump blood. Even a deer would do at some point in time.

"Or would it be customary to tell you my name first...If it is, then you may call me Zek." His voice was low and soft, his senses working overtime. He studied her, memorized the scent of a vampire, watched how she had moved, and listened carefully to her. She was a bold one, an admirable quote, but had he been in a sour mood, he might just have stabbed her.

[Anonymous]

She smiled as she watched the dissapointment fluttered onto his features, etched in the lines of his face. She knew that drinking from anoter vampire was a gorey(sp?) experience and most vampires did not do so, it was only if it were a matter of life, and bloodlust. Blood lust is a very horrible thing in which a vampire doesn't know the events going on around them. They would become vrazy for blood and might drain from even their loved ones. She had experienced once. After that moment she vowed never to loose control again. In the blink of an eye her features changed back into that of a human. Her blonde hair reappeard, as gold like and shiny as ever, and her red eyes turned back to their original pure emerald. Her voice was as smooth as glass and it rung out like gentle bells. "I can see you're dissapointed...but it is your own fault for not sniffing me out sooner!" Her voice was not at a high pitched yelling but rather a stern pitch, as if one might tell a child to be quite. " It seems it is not customary to do anything around these parts, don't you think?" she asked smiling, her rose petal red lips curving into a slight arch. She yawned once more and then smoothed out all the wrinkles and creases on her floral white dress."My name is Bella Debouchi, famouse writer and drawer extrodinare!" Her voice was over dramatic and she had to admit that it would probably put even the sternest people smiling. She knew she was cute, funny, and sweet, and  yet bold, harsh, and if felt like, icy.

She moved closer to him, somewhat circling him as if a shark might circle it's prey. She eyed him down beedly, taking in every feature, every scent, every detail she could possibly register in her mind, and store it. She had to admit.. this man was preety handsome. Then again what vampire isn't? After she was done circling him she went in front of him again, maybe a little to close for comfort.

She put her pale hands on her hips and stared at him with mock curosity. "What did you think I would do?" she questioned. She put her hand on her forhead and somewhat bent a little forward, almost in a crouching state. She looked up towards the sky. "Oh please, no, no, don't hurt me, please don't hurt me, I'll be good, I promise!" her voice was of mock baby tone and she couldn't help but laugh quitely and slighty at how funny the situation would have been if that was how she reacted. She looked back at him and then did it once more. " No, no please, please don't, that would hurt!" She knew she was probably making him angry, but hey, who cared, it was true that this was her territory and he couldn't possibly bite her. She really had nothing to fear.

Except maybe thoese daggers.


OOC: Okay, we can't post until Small Wonder does, because she's going to have another vampire come in!  :o

[Rhindeer]

[Hope this makes sense! I'm sick and blah. XDD]

"Aw, you guys are so cute together...!"

Standing off to the side in between two trees and leaning with his shoulder against the trunk of one of them, Jares watched the two other blood-suckers with his own elongated fangs bared in a grin. Yep. Another vampire. Guess this was a hot spot for them or something though Jares hadn't really seen any others. Not that he'd been looking. This was simply a favorite hang out spot for him as it had lots of pretty trees, plenty of nice little ponds with cute fishies and turtles in it, and, of course, a lot of nice smelling berry bushes and even a few fruit trees. He liked those a lot for his own reasons. Oh, sure, he was also a city boy who loved hanging out in Ketra, but during the rare time when he just wanted a quiet moment, this was where he came to stretch out on the grass and cloud watch through the trees.

Yes, cloud watch. He wasn't effected by the sun and his skin was rather dark from it (then again, he had always been dark-skinned to begin with, which was good--he felt he would have looked terrible with that pasty pale skin), but...it seemed like these two weren't, either. That was interesting! And for the longest time he'd just thought that was a weird fluke of his, just like most everything else about him! Er...well...maybe he hadn't thought that for a long time. Actually, he'd thought that for a grand total of three days after he'd been turned, which was when he met the next day walking vampire. And how long ago that was, he had no idea; he'd lost track of time after the first few centuries, but even before being turned he'd always been pretty forgetful.

He preferred absent-minded. Made him sound all eccentric and stuff.

And that, perhaps, suit him. He was dressed in fairly bright colors in a short-sleeved red, lace-up shirt and a pair of baggy black breeches with colorful patches sewn along the knees and down the pant legs here and there. Whether those were there for decoration or whether they were actually needed for mending was anyone's guess. The pants almost covered the slightly heeled black boots he wore completely, and his bare, toned arms were practically covered up his forearms with an assortment of carved, wooden bracelets, all painted different colors. He really liked his colors. Black was such a boring color on its own. He was already dead, so what need had he for dressing like he was going to his own funeral all the time?

Smiling and tossing his black bangs out of his bright orange eyes--the rest of his waist-length hair was a sort of auburn color--he tilted his head to the side a little and gave a happy sigh, pressing one hand to his heart. "Vampires in love...aw...it's sure not something you see everyday! I'm sorry if I've intruded; I'll let you two get back to your elusive little mating ritual."

Of course he was kidding, but he found the whole thing pretty amusing. A cute little girly vampire trying to intimidate a big male. Or...visa versa. That's what was really going on, he knew. But still, the way they were sizing each other up, the way the girl had been circling him...c'mon, it brought to mind the odd mating situals of different birds and...like...cats or something. Aw, hell, he didn't know, he was no bird or cat watcher. He was just pulling stuff out of his ass.

"So keep it up. Don't mind me. I'm just an observer." He made a little shooing motion with his hands. "I'm just curious to see how this works." Then he grinned.

Yay! Two new vampire buddies to play with!

If he didn't piss them both off and end up getting drawn and quartered or something. Not that he was worried.

[Anonymous]

She smiled as she heard another voice speak up from to the side of her. She had senced his precence long before he had even announced himself and she couldn't help but smile even wider as he spoke aloud. She turned, placing her pale hands upon her hips once more to stare with curosity. That was always the problem with her. She had always had to much curosity for her own liken and sometimes it got her into some serious trouble. "Mating ritual?" she asked sarcastically, smiling and crossing her arms over her small chest. "Whatever gave you that idea?" She un-crossed her arms and heaved a sigh. She hadn't realized that her own front yard would be a faveriot hand out for vampires. Turth was her house was just up the hill to the left, a grand house at that.

She smiled again, staring at the both of them, liking what she saw. "You know, you two are exactly what I would love to draw, or maybe add in my on coming story. You two would be perfect characters or portraits. So how about it? Why don't you come to my house just up to hill , have some tea and a bite to eat, and we can discuss.....some things.." Her voice sounded decieving but her thoughts were as clear as glass. She had no real intention of tricking them unless they themselves wanted to trick her. It wasn't like she could drink from them.. no no.. that would be nasty.. vampires only did that in the heat of the moment. "If you want to come you should foolow...." her voice fluttered off into thoughts as she began walking back over to her willow tree in which she had left her things.

She had a black bag with a white symbol upon it. It held her books and her drawings, her sketch pad and papers. Anything possible that she could fit into that bag would go. She packed up her finished drawing of the lagoon, putting it into her black sketch book. She put the sketch book into the bag and then finally picked up the pencil and put it in. She stood up, and just as she turned around, an arrow came flying out of no where, landing deep within her shoulder and pinning her up against the tree. For a moment all her mind could do was completly stop in shock.

There were shouts up ahead as more arrows came flying by, landing on the ground. She reached up with her free hand and tried to pull the arrow out, but it was deep within the tree. It didn't hurt at all, oh no, it was just a slight tingel, but god damn! She didn't want to be pinned to the tree! There were more shouts up ahead as some men came into view. Their clothes seemed old and patchy, and even had some holes in it. Many were wearing straw hats and overalls. And many had handmade cross bows. *What in the world?* she had to ask herself. After all the years of living here she had never had a problem with the locals.

One of the men saw her reaching to pull out the arrow and quickly shot another into her other shoulder at close range, making her arm go totally limp. At this she somewhat hissed, that one somewhat hurt. She changed into her vampiric form, feeling her hair grow longer as it became midnight black. Her eyes turning from emerald green to firey red. "What the hell do you thik you doing?" she screamed in a loud shrill voice. She looked over towards Zek and the new vampire. A man from the group came forward, brandishin his bow near her heart as he began to spoke. "We know you're the culprit for the town murders!" (Is there even a town around here? I"m not sure, probably not and if not I will edit it! LOL) "What are you talking about!" she screamed again. She struggeled with all her might to get unpinned from the tree with no avail. Stupid locals, always had to mess a good gathering. Hmmph, if they  weren't the ones with the cross bows she would be feeding by now."We let you live here for a good couple of years, but now it's gotta stop! WE keep finding people dead with two marks in their neck!!" he shouted, his voice rising slightly. If she could she would cross her arms at this point. She had vowed never to give into bloodlust again after what had happened, and now they were accusing her! "I didn't do it!"

"Yeah, well even if you didn't we've got orders to get rid of ya'". He pointed the crossbow against her chest. God! Stupid mortals, everything would just go fine and dandy until they showed up. Now everything was choase! Now she had to think of something, and quick! The man straightened his grip and-................She pushed out and kicked him as hard as she could.

Whoops! Bad idea.

With that the other men reacted and started shooting with no valid direction, almost like a chicken with it's head cut off. A couple landed in her sides and legs as she tried desperatly to push off this god damn willow. She haden't drank all day and she was loosing some vital blood. GOD !#$!#$, MOTHER !%#$%#%! Why did everything have to go wrong in her life.


OOC: *smacks head* god, I can't seem to help but make over dramatic posts, I'm going to have to learn to stop that! Lol.. I love being over dramatic. If this totaly doesn't fit with Draconi Forest then I can totally change it. I'm not even sure if there are houses here!!

[Anonymous]

If one bothered to look at Zek, the red veins of his eyes were starting to pulsate, to glow slightly as he looked over at the offending voice. Another vampire? Now that was curious. His left eye was twitching as his hands stayed on the pommels of his weapons, then he slowly drew them from their sheathes. Zek had decided that these two were tiring, and he didn't much feel like dealing with them. He was going to kill him. Plain and simple. It would be an easy task, they didn't look much, and besides, he was a seasoned fighter. Ever so little his foot moved until he was in his fighting stance.

Thens something happened. The first vampire...Bella wasn't it? Said something...about wanting to draw them, or perhaps write them into a story? Zek had a feelings things were goign to go awry with this, but just nodded once. Keep your mouth shut, don't let them suspect a thing. His mind began to wander to things of death and destruction, and to the gory violence he could incur upon them. This worked out a little better, she was inviting them to a private place. Not a smart move overall, but it was a movei none the less. He followed after her, keeping a good distance between them. Zek knew he could always fill the distance later on, surprise attack with a dagger in the back.

That was of course, when someone had beat him to the attack. His eyes simply followed where she had gone to, an arrow, or what was noted to be a cross bow bolt maybe, had pinned her up against a tree. How unfortunate...The smirk under his scarf was invisible as he just looked back to the people who were yelling and shooting bolts at them. They didn't seem interested in himself, or the other vampire that had suddenly appeared. Nothing wrong with that of course.

so, she had been accused of killing locals and draining their blood? Well, he hadn't fed recently, and had just arrived in this area not long ago, it couldn't have been him. It might have been that other suspicous vampire, or indeed just Bella. Zek kept his hands firm on the hilts of the daggers now, his eyes watching each of the locals.That's when he mentioned orders to kill her. How tragic, sent to die by the orders of another. Zek had a few choices to make. He could help Bella, he could simply cut and run, or he could betray the vampires and help kill them before dashing off into the shadows.

So many choices which to make? He finally decided that helping Bella would work over all, because killing these fools would mean there was free blood.

"Tick tock, tick tock. Each second marks your death." Zek said finally, the two weapons were removed from their sheathes, and that was that. The question was, which spell should he use against them first? He hated having to make a choice, more so at a time like this.

"Darkness comes for us all one day!" With that being said, he raised one hand, the dagger clenched firmly in his grip. Thick black fog began to spew from his hand, travelling down the sides of his arms, passed his torso and legs, and then onto the ground. The inky darkness began to rise, began to engulf the area as best it could. To most, it would seem like night had fallen, and someone had blotted out the moon. Then it was Zek's time to shine. FIrst thing he did was allow his vision to switch. His pupils grew, and magic began to pool in them. Perfect. Feet shuffled on the ground as he spun back to find that other vampire, this fog wouldn't last all that long. He skidded to a stop in front of the vampire.

"Two choices. Help me kill, or free Bella, what say you, and say quickly, this fog isn't going to last forever." Zek hissed to the vampire. Zek could see perfectly, whether this other vampire could or not was a different story. He didn't even know if this vampire was a very good fighter for that matter.

[Rhindeer]

Jares' grin only broadened. "Yeah, it's just you two reminded me of a pair of rutting deer. Oh...wait...it's only the guys that rut with deer, ain't it? Er...well, ya get the picture. I think it's adorable!" He shifted his shoulder slowly along the bark of the tree, scratching it like that because he was too lazy to reach up and do it himself. Then he blinked at the rest of what the girl said. Oh? Portraits and stories! How nice!

Pushing off from the tree and standing up straight, he clapped his hands and grinned. "Oh, sounds like fun! Count me in!" And with that, he trailed on after her, nodding once to the other vampire and winking at him as well. Nah, Jares wasn't stupid. He knew this could end very, very badly given he was basically agreeing to go to some strange vampire's house with another strange male vampire (who seemed kind of cranky), but he didn't care! He'd lived a long time, but he never got sick of taking risks. Besides, wasn't like he was without his share of tricks. You didn't get to be over four-hundred years old without learning something, and people had tried to kill him before! It was great fun, actually...

But maybe that was just him.

That was when everything suddenly went crazy. Arrows flew, voices shouted, and Bella got pinned to a tree by an arrow. Ouch. Jares only blinked and looked over at her as she was confronted, and as she denied attacking villagers, and then his orange eyes rolled over to consider the other male. Well, Jares certainly wasn't responsible! He hadn't fed off of any villagers. He sighed and yawned a little, watching Bella kick at the mortals and...get stuck by more bolts as a result. Leave it to humans to spoil all the fun. He wanted to get his portrait done, damnit!

He was on the verge of going on over to help her when darkness suddenly covered everything, and for a moment his vision went dark until his eyes quickly adjusted. Then the other vampire was speaking to him, and he glanced back at him briefly.

Hmmm, the choices! Kill or help, kill or help. Such a hard decision. Not.

Jares only gave an overly dramatic sigh and rolled his eyes skyward. "Killing is such a messy business..." he murmured with a shake of his head before trotting off to find Bella. He didn't know her name, but given she was the only girl among them, that had to be Bella! Unless the other fellow had cruel parents. That would suck for him.

Vision perfectly adapted to the darkness, he soon found the girl pinned to that one big tree, and in a flash he was before her and flashing a charming grin her way. "My my, you sure are popular, little Bella," he said as he reached out for the arrow lodged in her shoulder and gripped the shaft firmly. Without preamble, he yanked it out of both the bark it was lodged in and her flesh before discarding it to the ground, ignoring the the scent and sight of blood that would make most vampires go mad. Then he went for the others that were sticking her like a porcupine's quills, ripping those out as well. He wasn't exactly being careful, either, but he knew she'd live. If they could go in without her making a fuss, they could come out just as easily, after all! Kind of weird if you asked him; he would have been making more of a scene, but then again, old as he was, he still had the capacity to feel pain just as vividly as when he was mortal.

He kind of got screwed there.

Pulling the last one free of her leg, he suddenly simply bent and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her bridal style. "So, where's this lovely abode of yours, again?" he asked conversationally as he took off through the pitch black fog, moving with an unnatural speed. The humans likely couldn't see him, but he could see just fine, and he was heading up the hill Bella had pointed to.

Poor humans...he felt kind of sorry for them. But, hey, he also had to look out for number one...and two and three in this case, and he wasn't really too crazy about getting stuck by arrows. Kind of hurt and all. So, he'd just let the other blood-sucker have his fun.

[Anonymous]

She was getting lightheaded when suddenly the vampire from before had suddenly appeared in front of her, her eyes making him out perfectly in the dark fog. "Popular my ass, now get me off of this thing!" She knew she should have been nicer but right now she was feeling slight pain and irritation from all the chaos that had broken loose. Very harshely he ripped out the arrows and with each one she let out a yelp of pain. God, even if she was going to live from them it still hurt and he could have been a little more gentle. Once the last arrow was out she somewhat slumped down the tree, feeling very lightheaded now. She should have drank before she left, now look what was happening, she was having to rely on someone else! She never liked to do that. The vampire scooped her up bridal style and at his question she could only help but smile as she closed her eyes. "Mmmm....it's right up that hill, the big yellow one, you can't miss it..." She was becoming sleepy but she would not dare let herself sleep! Not in god's name when she was around strangers and people who had tried to kill her.

She could actually feel her wounds start to heal. The skin starting to close up around the holes. She knew that she would always have the scars but at least she would still be alive. Most people wouldn't be able to live after all thoses arrows. She yawned, feeling darkness cloud her vision. Or was that just the fog that the other vampire had created? She spoke, her voice more like a meek whisper than it's usual boatsful and bold self. "I don't know how much longer I can stay awake....I didn't eat anything before I left.. just, please, get us to the house... and I'll draw you you're portrait....". Wow that was a first! She had actually said please to someone. She must have been delusional!

Or was it just a kind hand for a kind hand?

She closed her eyes again, hearing with her accute hearing most of the men screaming down the hill. She could smell the blood. The smell made her want to stay awake but even if her mind wished it her body betrayed it, as it always did. Even if she was a vampire, and healed quickly her body now ached and she tired and very hungry. From loosing to much blood she soon passed out.


OOC: Sorry, I have a tremendous headach and I can't concentrate on what I write. And I keep writing dramaticy stuff even though I don't mean too.. It just flows right into my fingers and out onto the key board... I should leanr how to stop... Really sorry about that... :oops:

[Anonymous]

((No worries, everyone has a head ache or is sick or has their wisdom teeth coming in and is chewing on their cheeks. Ahem.))

Zek was graceful, elegant, powerful, almost like a dancer. He was moving through their ranks, his daggers were no longer things that were clenched in his hands, but had become an extension of his own body. Each knick or slice brought forth his medium from them, blood, in which he proceeded to paint the landscape with. Screams echoed around him, arrows whizzed about him, some even managing to stick into his side, or into an arm. There wasn't much pain, his eyes glowed intense red, the black disappearing from the deep sockets. Then...laughter. His laughter. Haunting, insane, far from subtle.

"Dance! Dance with me to your deaths!" He could hear his voice bellow as he plunged a dagger promptly into the eye socket of a farmer. The only man who was untouched so far was their leader. He would be last. The daggers moved with grace, almost beautiful to watch, for those who could at least. His vision had changed once more, he could see the heat signatures, and loved it. Every slice he made, every gush of blood registered, not only with his eyes, but with his other senses. He could hear men gasp as their lives were stolen from them, the rushing of blood and the cries of confusion.

Zek shuddered in excitement, one hand moved to pull the scarf from his mouth. An unway farmer, reloading his crossbow never saw Zek coming. Large fangs sank into the man's neck, piercing the juggular. Blood bubbled to the surface, and the man was unable to breathe, mostly because Zek had put a dagger through his throat. The dying gasp of the man was music as he let the man slide from the dagger and die.

He turned his focus to the last farmer, who was in the laboured process of trying to escape. Zek of course was faster and strong. Legs bent for only a moment as he pushed himself forward into the farmer. Zek decided that the person who should get the honour of the kill would be Bella, it was only fair. Zek's daggers moved quickly, slashing the man's hamstrings. A very audible scream was something that was issued from his lips. Reversing his grip he drove the pommel of the dagger into the man's back. There was a loud crack, and he fell forward. His eyes were open, looking about, his face had a permenant expression of fear. The fog was gone, disappated into nothing, and Zek's eyes had returned to normal. His daggers were sheathed, and he turned to begin his new business.

First thing to do was to remove the crossbow bolts from his body. After that had been accomplished, he grabbed the paralyzed man by the scruff of the neck and pulled him along with him, heading for the hill.

"Your death will be magnificent." Zek said simply as he started up the hill, after the two other vampires. His wounds had already begun mending, and his strength had returned from his feeding off one of the farmers. Still, his senses were driving crazy, and he noted that his clothes had recieved alot of excess splatter, which only make him smirk. His free hand travelled up and pulled his scarf about his mouth once more, completing the mask to hide everything but his eyes.

Perfect.

[Rhindeer]

"Big yellow one! Got it!" Jares said with a nod and a grin, picking up the pace. Hm...was it really a good idea to go into a closed environment, though? The humans might follow them and try busting the door down or something, and then the poor girl's house would be absolutely devastated! That would suck! And then they'd all have to help clean up...man oh man.

Yet something told him that those humans would not be following them.

...Like the screams and yells that were carrying through the space, some of them cut off abruptly or turning into wet-sounding gurgles. Pleasant, that. Jares twitched a little, but didn't look back; he stuck to his course, dashing up the hill, and nearly jerked in surprise when the dark fog ended and there was nothing but clear forest around him. And...heh, lookit that. A big yellow house right in front of his nose. Obviously, he'd just reached the edge of that other vampire's spell, and to confirm that, Jares finally looked back over his shoulder. The black fog was still there, spread out ominously through the forest, hiding the blood and corpses that were no doubt lurking beneath it. He could still hear the screams, though they were fewer, now.

Ick...he wasn't all too sure he liked that other vampire too much...

In any case, it seemed he reached the big yellow house just in time, because that was when Bella murmured something about not drinking and being unable to stay awake. And about drawing a portrait.

Wow...who thought about drawing portraits in the midst of disaster...?

Erk, wait, he'd kind of thought the same thing, actually. Oops. Well, that didn't count!

"No worries, dear, we're already here!" he announced as he carried her up the pathway and to the front door, though by that time she was already a dead weight in his arms, passed out. Tsk. That wasn't too good. Oh well, no matter, she was still alive and...that other guy seemed to be having a ball taking care of the humans and succeeding, because the yells were practically non-existent at that point. All was well again! He guessed. Though if the villagers had ever had any doubts at all that she'd been responsible for the deaths of their kin, well...chances were, all that was wrecked now.

Especially with three vampires now lingering in the same area. Much less the same house.

Oh well!

Shiftng her around in his arms, he checked the door, clicked his tongue softly when he found it unlocked--tsk, leaving it wide open for thieves!--and nudged the door open with his hip before carrying her inside and heading over to the nearest sofa he saw. There, he deposited her easily before going back and shutting the door, though he kept it unlocked. After all, it wasn't his house and she'd invited the other guy, so he had no right to lock it! That would just be rude. Heading back over to the sofa, he plopped down beside her, crossed one leg over the other, and stared consideringly at the veins of his left wrist. To feed her, or not to feed her...

Then again, truth be told, he wasn't quite sure how she'd react to his blood. He wasn't exactly an orthodox vampire, and he couldn't say he'd ever fed another his blood. He didn't exactly hang out around many blood-suckers.

But...his blood was still red and metallicky to him! He guessed that counted for something! Still, he didn't know...it might be too sweet, have too much sugar in it.

Finally, he just shook his head and sat back, then randomly poked the girl in the cheek a few times with a finger in an effort to get her to come back to the conscious world. Nah, he'd just wait. It would hurt to bite himself, anyway, and he didn't really know what he was doing. Besides, it wasn't like she'd die or anything. She was technically already dead...

Besides, poking her was kind of fun. In a weird sort of amusing way that was probably only funny to him.

He was easily entertained, to say the least.

[Anonymous]

She slowly awakened as she felt soneone touching her cheek. No, not touching...poking! With super fast reflexes she grabbed the pokers hand and pushed him away. She sat up and saw that it was the other vampire. What had happened? Had she fallen asleep? She must have because she was in her own elegant home. They were in her living room... a grand place with a marble hearth, chestnut wood floors, crimson painted walls, and white pannaling. She had left some candels lit, so the room was tinted with a sweet tardiness of vanillia cinnamon. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. She looked over at the other vampire. She put her arm on her sore shoulder and said "Well....um.. thanks... thanks for getting me here.. um.. where's the other guy?" She stood up and streched, feeling achy from the arrows all over. "I should get a quick bite to eat before I attack somebody... you know, those villagers have a lot of nerve accusing me of something I didn't do! " She crossed her arms and pouted. She would never give into blood lust, not after what had happened.


Her and her lifemate were sitting by this exact same fire, drinking some wine and cuddiling up with each other. She kept telling him that he should leave soon, that she had things to do and that she would be  here all day tomorrow. He laughed and kissed her, telling her that he never wanted to leave her side. The hunger for the crimson liquid immersed and after that she couldn't remember what happened. When she woke up she saw her lifemate lying on the floor. Blue and very, very pale. She would never let that happen again. Never. Nor would she drink a human to it's death unless she was really hungry, which almost never happened because she always kept a steady flow of her victims. What would happen now?

Coming out of her revear she suddenly stared up at the vampire. "Oh, right your portrait and something to eat...... OLLETE!" No sooner had she called out an somewhat middle aged woman in a maids workshift outfit came from a door that was not seen. " Yes Ms. Debouchi?" she questioned, smoothing down the plain, light blue skirt down. " I would like three glasses of blood and a penicl, and four canvases, right away!" "Yes Ms. Debouchi, right away!" The maid quickly hurried off.

She turned back to the vampire who was still sitting on her midnight black couch. " May I aquire your name?" she asked crossing her arms in a playful way. She would like to name the drawing after. "I've got a glass for each of us, Zek also, and I want four portarts for I will double each of yours so I can keep them." she explained as the maid came back in with a handful of the items. Bella quickly took them off her hands and gave to woman some money. "Take the day off, but becareful, the locals are, in my opionin, going crazy!" The maid laughed and gladly bowed as she accepted her sum of money. She left the room leaving Bella and the vampire. Bella set the cavasases on the floor and handed one of the fine crystal glasses to the vampire.

"Now, where is Zek, I simply most draw him too!"

[Anonymous]

Zek had decided to take his time going up the hill, dragging the man across any bumpy terrain, through any bush that look liked it might hurt, anything to increase his pain. Of course, the man would eventually die from the deep cuts on the back of his legs where his hamstrings had been evicerated. He finally spotted the house that Bella mentioned and smirked. Getting to the door he pushed it open, noting that it was unlocked. They must have expected him then, that was kind of them. Striding in side with the man in tow, his eyes wandered and he took a deep whiff of the air. They were this way. Following the smell he dragged the paralysed farmer with him into the living room they were occupying, blood dripped from Zek, well, a lot of it did. It was drying up where it could not drip from, as it had soaked some of his clothes.

"I brought a friend." Zek said as he pulled the man up so Bella could see his face. He was locked with eternal fear still, his eyes darting from one corner to the other,  hoping that something might save him.

"I apologize for your floor." Zek noted as he let the man fall to the ground with a thump, his neck twisting as he looked at the trail of blood and dirt the duo had made. His attention returned to Bella, his face somber as he shrugged. He didn't think it would be a good idea to sit down anyways, he was pretty messy as is.

"Anyways...This is their leader, I thought to be fair if you had a go at him. After all, he attacked you several times and brought an angry mob with him. It's only fair that you would be the one to deal with him." Zek said as he nudged the man with his foot.

"He can't move, a shame, you could hunt him like the animal he is. Well, no matter now though." Zek says as his arms cross and he looked to each ot them.

"It's funny...what the odds of a vampire that can day walk...One in ten thousand? What are the odds that three of them converge in the same place?" Zek didn't even want to think about those numbers. They were a little too...high no doubt.

[Rhindeer]

Jares actually jumped when she suddenly snapped back to life and pushed his hand away, not really expecting her to come to so soon after passing out cold, vampire or not! Hey, she'd lost a lot of blood, after all. Even if it wasn't technically her blood, but the blood of whoever she'd drank from last. She sat up, and he watched her curiously, one eyebrow arching; she didn't even seem all out of it anymore. But, then again, they weren't the same type of vampire, either--that much Jares was positive of. So, things probably worked differently with the usual blood-suckers...

"Not a problem, Bella. Um, the other guy...?" He lifted his shoulders in a brief shrug. "Probably still killing people outside." He gave a sage nod and stretched his arms over his head before flopping back against the couch and getting comfortable. As for the rest of what she said, he could only smile wryly. Poor girl. If she thought she was in trouble now, he could only imagine what was going to happen when the rest of the village learned of the recent slaughter. Of course, he kept that little thought to himself and simply relaxed back against the couch, making himself at home. Ooo, it was so nice and squishy.

"Nice pad ya got here, by the way. You rich or something?" he asked absently, running a hand up and down the arm of the sofa. He would not mind living large like this a bit.

That was when Bella called for a maid. And Jares gave a little involuntary jerk.

...Three glasses of blood? Uh oh...something told him that maid wouldn't be having a drink with them, which meant, yep, he was being offered some blood. Jares chewed on the inside of his cheek and glanced over at Bella briefly. Oh man...how to explain this one? Well...he'd just say he wasn't thirsty! It wouldn't be a lie since he'd fed only an hour or so ago. Hopefully she wouldn't think him rude...

Jares was so busy thinking about how to explain himself that he hardly caught what Bella said next. "Hmm? Oh, I'm Jares! And you're Bella, right? Such a cute name. That must make the other guy must be Zek, I'm guessing?" That was when the maid returned with the canvases and glasses. Crap. And Bella handed him one of the glasses as soon as she'd excused the maid. Jares took it slowly, glancing down at the red liquid that filled it, and swished the blood around in the glass a little, trying not to wrinkle his nose like he wanted to as the coppery scent filled his nostrils. "Oh, thanks..."

Luckily he was saved when that other vampire, Zek, arrived, opening the door and...dragging a half-dead human in with him, blood smearing across the polished floor. Jares set the glass down on the table across from him and turned, blinking and watching interestedly with his arm propped on the arm of the couch, and he suddenly felt kind of sorry for the maid. Poor thing. She'd have one hell of a mess to come back to when she returned...

Oh, right, wait, maybe he should feel kind of sorry for that dying dude, too.

Except, he'd be dead and wouldn't have a huge ass mess to worry about cleaning!

Jares shrugged and sat up. "Should I get a towel? Your dripping all over," Jares said calmly with a small smile. "And blood's such a pain to get out of wood..." He tsked again but didn't make any move to find a towel, partly because he didn't know where any were and partly because he was comfortable and, hey, it wasn't his place. Instead, he just looked at Bella curiously, waiting to see if she was going to finish the guy off, then turned back to Zek when he brought up the whole day-walking thing.

Jares only chuckled and shook his head. "Like I said...this place must be like a vampire's mating grounds or something..." Hey, that explained it in his head!

[Anonymous]

No sooner had she said that Zek had turned up in the doorway, soaked in blood and dragging a paralyzed man behind him. She smiled with glee as Zek spoke aloud, telling her that she should be the one to kill off the man for what he and his little freinds had done to her. Her red rose petal lips curved into an arch again as he apologized for the blood soaked floor. "Oh it's no problem, my house keeper will take care of it!" she exclaimed handing him the gllas filled with crimson red blood. She took her glass and set it down on a oak side table, it clinging with a soft thud. With incredible strength she pulled the paralyzed man up above her, lifting him up so she could see him right in the eye. His brownish-gold eyes were stone cold with fear, it shined perfectly in the gold tints. "I have to say... you put me through hell.. I did not kill those towns people..." as she spoke this she couldn't help but glance at the other two vampires. Had they done it? Had they murdered and drained all the towns people? She shook her head.. It wasn't possible. She stared back at the man, her features begining to change. Her long golden blonde hair was suddenly turning to midnight black making her pale skin look even more white, while her pure emerald eyes changed into a fierey red. Pearly white fangs spurted from her red rose petal upper lip. Her fingernails now grew, not grewsome like, but longer, and she could feel them peirce the man's chest.

"I will enjoy this, you have only brought this onto yourself..." she somewhat screamed in his face, even though it was only barely a whisper on the wind. She pulled him in closer and bit deep within his neck, feeling the warm irony liquid seep onto her tongue. Slowly, but hungerily, since she hadn't had anything to eat, she drank every last drop, until the man was stone cold. She opened her eyes. She hadn't realized that she had closed them while she was feeding. I guess it was just a natural habbit. She sighed as she heaved the man up upon her shoulder. "That wasn't as enjoyable as I thougt it would be..." he said as she began taking the man down the ornate hallways and then, reaching to her kitchen and reaching a grand oak door she opened it and placed the man outside on the wooden back porch. She would deal with him later once her guests were gone.

Now, time for some drawing!

She opened the door and came back in, closing it softly behind her. She traveled back thorugh the ahllways until she came back into the living room, the two men still standing there. Had they been talking about her? Oh well, she didn't care. "You know, what you did, I'm very greatful, but I have to admit Zek, I'm a little nervous now, soon the whole town will end up on my front door step!" she sternly told him, making er way over to her black baby grand piano. Her living from was filled with many furnishings. A Black leather couch, and love seat, a gold grandfather clock that chimed at every hour. A couple of candles that tinted the room with a sweet tardiness of sweet vanilla and tangy cinnamon. There was a couple of rugs that were an odd color of white. Bad color for a rug, especially when you were a blood sucking vampire. Could get stained very easily.

She sat down on the stool of the baby grand piano and began to play a very morbid song, once that she herself had created. She was a very artsy person and it shone whenever she did something creative. "Sorry, but I want to make sure I'm in the creative mood.." She continued to play, her music becoming more morbid and depressing. "So...she started to speak as she began to play, what position would you want to be in for your portraits, or would you rather be in my story? And do you want to be nude or clothed?" she asked with seriousness written all over her face.

Little did the two vampires know was that, other than her, the piano would make them sleepy.