Roleplay Unleashed discussion

((There! Better!))

Jean looked at the moon, walking along the street. She payed no attention to where she was going, just staring at the sky. People avoided her, but she was used to that.

Crowe sat in a field, eyes closed, concentrating on his surroundings.

Turning into an empty, filthy street, Jean quickly scaled the wall, ending on the roof.

Crowe got up, walking briskly down a trail.

She crouched on the edge, one foot resting on the edge of the gutter. Her dark red hair floated wildly around her head, but didn't obscure her vision too badly. Her sharp eyes scanned the streets below, looking for prey.

Jean's eyes caught on a guy standing near the base of the building.

Jean shrugged. Slowly she stood, walking over to the other edge of the building, where he could no longer see her. She slid off the building into a narrow alley, using both walls to slow her fall.

Jean lands, turns around, and freezes, staring directly at Warren.

Jean nodded. "Thanks." She said, thankful that the darkness hid her eyes.

"Jeannette." She said. "Yours?"

Jean was taken aback by the question. "Uh..." she hesitated, then said, "82 years. What about you?" She was only guessing he was a vampire.

"Wow." Jean said. "That's a long time. And I thought I was old."

Jean laughed, too. "You're welcome." She said, pretending she hadn't heard his sarcasm.

"Coming down." Jean said.

Jean raised her eyebrows. "Gotta live, don't I?" She said, grinning evilly.

"Since when? This week, yes. Today, yes. This evening, not yet." She said, her eyes gleaming.

"Jumpy?" Jean asked.

Jean shrugged.

"Around." Jean said, somewhat evasively. All of a sudden the theme song of Torchwood began playing in her head.

"Maybe so, maybe no." Jean said.

"And failing? I thought so." Jean smiled.

Jean nodded, joining his laugh. "Well I guess that's better than an utter fail."

"Sure." Jean said, smile wide, and showing the growth of two long fangs.

Jean's eyes flickered, then latched onto a couple taking a shortcut. Through a dark alley. How very, very stupid. Slowly, calmly, as though she were just walking, she followed them, turning into the dark alley. "Who's there?" She called in a soft sing-song voice. Both of them jumped, and she grabbed the female's arm, sinking her teeth into the male's neck. The girl tried to scream, but Jean had finished the male in time to cut that off with her hand. The girl fought back, well enough that Jean changed her mind. She drank most of her blood, then allowed the girl to drink a little from her wrist. She'd be good enough. Jean dropped her, rushing out of the alley, back to the street she'd entered from. Her tongue wiped across her lips, clearing it of blood.

Savannah watched quietly as Warren killed person after person, thinking that maybe she should do the same; she was rather hungry. She walked along the road silently, stopping when she saw a mere boy of 13 standing on the corner. Savannah walked up to him and knelt down.

"What's wrong?" she asked kindly.
The boy looked at her and the looked away. "Nothing."

"Really?" Savannah replied, pulling him close and brushing her lips across his neck. She slowly brought them to his lips and kissed him softly. "I can make the pain go away."
He looked at her, pain filling his brown eyes. "You can?"
"Yes," she said softly. "Hold still."

The boy did as he was told, and Savannah brought her lips to his neck once more.
"I love you," she murmured, then she sunk her fangs into his neck. His body tensed and then went slack as she drained the blood from him. When she was done she dropped him. "Sorry."
Then she walked back up the road.

Monica's eyes flashed open, and she suppressed a scream. Her breathing was fast, shallow. She looked around, sitting up with a jerk. There he was. Lying, limp and cold on the concrete. She felt her neck, and wetness met her touch, along with two, small holes. Monica's mouth opened in shock, and a ear-splitting scream left her lips.

Jean flinched, then smiled. Her child had awoken. Glancing over her shoulder, she noted that the child hadn't left the alley where she'd been reborn. Jean flipped her hood over her red hair, shoving her hands into the hoodie's pockets.

Savannah heard a small noise and she turned sharply; she realized that the child had not died like she thought he did. She sighed softly, a battle raging inside her head, and then ran back towards the boy.

"You...lied," he gasped, struggling to stay alive.
"No, no." Savannah replied. "It hurts at first."
"I'm not stupid," he said through gritted teeth. "I'm dying."

Savannah nodded, "You are," she agreed.
"Why?"
"Because I was hungry...but i can make the pain go away," she repeated.
"Liar."

"I promise," Savannah said, her eyes burning with actual pain. She pulled a knife out of her pocket and slowly cut the inside of her wrist. "Drink," she said, bringing her wrist ti the boys mouth.
The boy turned his head stubbornly. "No, I'll die."
"Please," Savannah begged.

The boy hesitantly brought his lips to Savannah's wrist. He meant to just taste a little, but once he started it seemed impossible for him to stop.

"Enough!" she shouted, pulling her wrist from the boys lips. He shuddered, and then fell to the floor. "My child," Savannah murmured, stroking the boys black hair. She kissed him softly once more. "Awake my child."

He jerked upright and looked at Savannah. "Are you my guardian angel?" he asked in awe.
"No," Savannah chuckled. "But you shall forever be with me...unless you want to leave," she added.
"Never," he whispered.
"Come," she replied, taking his hand. They walked back up the street. "What's your name?"
"Jacob."
"Lovely."

Jacob rubbed his hand across his neck absentmindedly, and felt the holes. "What the-?"
"Vapmire," Savannah whispered. "Welcome my child."
Jacob stared at Savannah once more, and then he fainted.

Standing, Monica flailed her head about, searching for the woman who'd done this. Or girl, at least. Walking out onto the street, Monica looked around. There were so many people...

Jacob awoke and found his head in Savannah's lap, her pale fingers combing through his black hair.

"You..." he accused weakly, not knowing what else to say.
"Am now your mother," Savannah said simply, smiling.

Jacob pulled away and stared at her, his brown eyes staring into her grey ones. "What if I don't want to be with you?"

"Then I will leave," she said sadly. Savannah stood and extended her arm towards Jacob. "Are you coming?"

Jacob stared at her, unsure. She shrugged and began to walk away.

"Wait!" Savannah turned back around and found Jacob running after her. Her lips curved into a smile and she opened her arms as Jacob ran into him.

"Come, my child."

Monica felt a pang in her chest. A couple walked by, and, on instinct, she followed them. After a few blocks, she dragged them both, hands over their mouths, into a less occupied space. She sunk her fangs in, draining the blood from them in less than a minute each. Finally, she straightened, licking ehr lips. She could do this. This was actually rather fun.

((Start of dangerous vamp))

((really? hadn't noticed :P ))

((:P))

Savannah walked, Jacob's hand in her own, and began searching for prey once more.

"You may not want to," she told him. "But you're going to have to hunt."

Monica exited, flipping her hair back as she walked down the now almost empty street.

Jean straightened, letting the woman's head drop to the ground with a crack.

((Which girl?))

Jean smiled, flicking her tongue around her lips. Sweet. Tangy. Metallic. In one word, delicious. Better than the crap most other's have, thanks to McDonald's and other fast food chemicals. This woman must've been organic, healthy, probably gluten-free, by the looks of it.

Monica smiled at a group of men, one of which wolf-whistled. She didn't care if they followed her, which they probably would. She even kind of wanted them to.

((yeah? lol))

"It's wrong," Jacob growled through clenched teeth.
"Hunt or die," Savannah said flatly.
"Die."
Savannah shook her head, grinning. "You're too stubborn," she muttered. "Just don't think about it."

((idk. randomly? lol for me you can just come out of no where and demand to know why the he** i changed the kid. idk for Jean/Monica))

((You can bump into one of them or something. Idk...))
((Or one of them will bump into you...))
Jean banged into somebody as she exited. "Sorry." She said absentmindedly, until she smelled his scent. Vampiric. "So you're one too." She murmured softly.

((oh!!!!! lmao. it makes sense now :P ))

((oh right...lol))

"Do what?" she asked sweetly, pretending she didn't know what he was talking about.

Monica didn't raise her eyes. She knew it was a vampire, but didn't care to know who. Instead she continued on.

Jean turned back, watching the girl as she walked away. She recognized her now. It was the girl she'd turned. Thank God she hadn't cared to look up.

"He can fall in love," Savannah murmured, stroking her fingers through his hair.
"What does it matter to you?" she demanded, eyes narrowing.

Jean strode calmly up the steep hill, then down another and pulling her keys out of her pocket. She shoved her key into the lock, twisting it gently to unlock the door. She stepped inside, shutting the door and slipping off her shoes.

"Too young for what?" Jacob asked, confused.
Savannah hushed him. "You ought not be meddling in things that don't concern you," she said flatly, staring at Warren.

"Hell?" he asked, frightened.
"Nice going," Savannah muttered to Warren. "He just means being the undead," she explained. "A vampire."
"Oh."
"He'll be fine," she told Warren, linking her fingers through Jacob's.

Savannah watched as Warren walked away, frowning slightly.
"You don't have to go," she said quietly.

Ugh. Hunger, or thirst, burned at the back of her throat. "Shall I bring someone back? Maybe two, or three?" Jean smiled. Perfect. She slid her feet back into her shoes, slamming the door and heading back out into the street.
After another half hour, she'd brought two guys back with her. "Shut your eyes." She whispered to them softly, her lips nearly touching their ears. They obeyed, as usual. Quickly she bound their hands.
"What's this about?" One asked. He didn't sound afraid, just curious. "You'll see." She replied. "Stay here." She told the reddish-brown haired one, her hand closing around the black-haired guys arm. "C'mon." Jean said. "I've got something to show you." He nodded, his eyes hungry. Jeez. Humans and their sexual wants.
She dragged him upstairs, then shoved him into the closet, none too gently. "Ow, lady. Little gentler?" Jean smiled. Of course not. There was a shelf, a roll of duct tape waiting on it. She held him in place with one hand, ripping off a piece of tape with the other.
"Hush hush, little one. Your time will come." She said softly, before pressing the piece onto his mouth. The hunger in his eyes quickly turned to fear as she let him drop to his knees. She shut the closet door, walking downstairs quickly.
"What'd you show him?" The guy asked. "Something nice." Jean said evasively. She dragged him onto the couch. "Relax." She said, bending his head toward the pillows, exposing his bare neck. A hungry hiss escaped her lips before she sank her fangs in.
He let out a startled yell, then fell quiet. But Jean didn't drain him. Just got enough blood to remove her own hunger.
She lifted, licking the wound for the last drops of blood. She twisted his face back, so his panicked, fearful eyes stared into her own.
"Now I'll show what I showed Black." She dragged him to his feet, and even while he was struggling to escape and remove his bonds, she was too strong for him.
She dumped him in a different closet, across the hall from his mate. "Sleep tight." She said, taping his mouth shut and crashing the sliding doors together.
Much better. Jean thought, heading back downstairs into her room. Now I have two snacks for whenever I need.
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Monica slipped and fell. Nobody noticed, except one guy. He offered her his hand, saying "Nasty fall there. Name's Vincent. Thomas Vincent." His voice had a heavy Australian accent. "Monica." She replied, taking his hand and surging to her feet. "Thanks." Monica moved past him. "Wait! D'you wanna, come over or something? I got a small apartment." Monica considered for a moment, then accepted. She could easily drain his blood and then live there. If it was nice enough.
In less than fifteen minutes they entered his apartment.
Small had been a huge understatement. The front room was huge, with very little windows, two couches, one velvet and one leather, a glass coffee table, a flat screen, crimson carpeting, and lamps. There were three different doorways, counting the entrance.
"Nice." Monica breathed, seating herself on the leather couch. "Want something to drink?" He asked. "Let me see your kitchen." Monica said, standing.
The kitchen was as nice as the front room. A huge, around the room counter broke in two spots, for the two doorways. Smooth granite counter tops, pale brown, wood drawers and cupboards. One rectangular window, with a curtain that covers the entire thing.
"This is just as nice. What's the rest like?"
One large bathroom, with porcelain toilet and sink, a wooden med cabinet, and large bathtub. Tiled floor and no windows.
And then a huge bedroom. The bed was at least a king size, with three different blankets, dark grey, blue-black, and red. A quarter of the surface was covered in pillows. One floor-ceiling wall-to-wall window, with curtain rack. Bookshelves, desks, plush red carpet, and a walk in closet.
"Oh.....my....god...." Monica breathed. "Yeah..." He said. "So, I'm still thirsty." She said, smiling at him. "Yeah, I'll go-" before he could finish his sentence, she pulled him closer and drank. Drained, cold, Monica let him drop to the ground. She wiped her mouth off with her hand, before bending and pulling him into his closet. There was a cabinet in there, just the right size for a 6 1/2 foot tall guy. She shoved him in, shutting the doors. This place was hers.

((Sorry that's a little long...))