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Post by Lucifer Nighthawk on Dec 2, 2008 0:40:47 GMT
Having been thinking things over in the back of his mind after siring Ville, Lucifer had been thinking maybe he was a little too mean to everyone. Ville had no reason to die just because he watched him torturing some helpless victim. Then again, on the other hand why should Lucifer be nice anyways? He was a vampire, immortal and cold as the winter nights he always enjoyed to experience.
Turning over onto his back in the forbidden forest and letting the snowflakes glaze over his cold skin, Lucifer caught a snowflake on the tip of his tongue. Swallowing the snowflake gently, It just didnt taste right to him. Nothing tasted right tohim except for the taste of warm blood trickling down his throat. Letting a soft sigh escape his lips, Lucifer gently bounced to his feet and listened carefully around the forest.
He heard Elk galloping through the forest. Ew no Lucifer hated animals. He heard a couple of werewolves fighting in the distance. No Lucifer rarely picked a fight with a werewolf. They smelled funny to him. Then he heard it. The sound of a human girl about 20 feet away from him, wandering aimlessly from the sound of the way she was walking around in a circle
Crouching low into a defensive stance, Lucifer leaped through the air gracefully and landed directly on the girl, pushing her softly to the forest floor. Sinking his fangs wordlessly into the girls flesh, He was rather glad that this girl wasnt a screamer. Half of his victims screamed in pain and that just further irritated the vampire. Once the girls blood was drained from her body and Lucifer wasnt hungry, Lucifers eyes changed back to his icy blue, from blazing red and heard a twig snap behind him. He really hoped for the persons sake it was a person he could be friends with.
(Oh and btw its Open if you got a strong stomach:P)
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Post by Citrine Bailey on Dec 2, 2008 1:07:59 GMT
(A strong stomach? What, you gonna make me puke or somethin'?) Citrine sat, ankles relaxed and bare feet dangling, ever so comfortably a few feet up on a sturdy tree branch. She wore a black dress, short at the thighs, with but an inch of sleeve on each forearm. The cold winter chill danced upon on her bare arms and legs, as she smiled and enjoyed her favorite season. Her eyes were closed, and her body relaxed, until she heard an ever so silent thud below.
Beneath her dangling feet was a familiar face: Lucifer. She knew him somehow, but couldn't remember if they'd ever had a real conversation, and yet here he was, just below, draining a student completely of blood. She wanted to get angry, for she knew that this man - the word used to carelessly - had authority in her own house, and here he was attacking a student. She wanted to be angry, but then... there were rules. And too often were the students disrespecting those rules. The Forbidden Forest, they were told, could mean their death. Here he was merely making it fact.
As he finished, she slithered down the bark of the tree, angelic, almost like water, and landed lightly on the cold, wet soil. Down here, one could better feel the snowflakes. She smiled and gracefully accepted their company. She knew he could feel her presence. One didn't have to be a vampire to know when someone's watching, especially in a dark, foreboding forest. And yet, here they were. Two vampires, both leading roles in the Slytherin house, both able to kill without a moment's regret or hesitation.
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Post by Lucifer Nighthawk on Dec 2, 2008 1:52:17 GMT
(Well I more meant the blood part and drinking blood cause not all people like blood:P)
Hearing a figure slipping down the trees pricked his ears up more curiously. Should the vampire really turn around and see the person that was trying to get his attention? Figuring he had nothing to lose, Lucifer spun around in an instant and let his eyes rest on the person in front of him. He certainly recognized her in an instant. That was the girl who criticized him on the rooftops and wasnt a fan of him picking on students from the thoughts he picked up.
"Citrine" Lucifer greeted, nodding his head somewhat, keeping his eyes on her warily. Lucifer wanted to think of himself as full and didnt want any blood on his lips currently. It was his way of convincing herself he wasnt willing to risk expulsion and beheadedment for attacking another vampire. "Blood?" Nudging the body towards Citrine gently, Maybe just maybe Lucifer had spared a bit of blood for her, if she was lucky after all
Looking over Citrine gently, Lucifer couldnt lie with himself. He had expected the lust for blood to be alot stronger than it would be, but it wasnt. Instead he felt very calm and able to have a somewhat civilized conversation, a first for Lucifer indeed. "If your aware the forest is dangerous, then what brings you out here?" Taking a seat on the topmost branch somewhat away from her, but able to look at her all the same, Lucifer let his head rest on the branch. It felt weird sometimes for Lucifer to never be able to sleep, yet feel the tiredness come on all the same
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Post by Citrine Bailey on Dec 2, 2008 2:23:40 GMT
It seemed Lucifer had a slightly better memory than she. Funny, though she was of his own kind, and completely harmless, he still seemed ready to attack. So defensive. I come in peace. Was that Star Trek? No, that was Live Long and Prosper. Ah well. She meant no harm, that was the important part.
As he greeted her, she curtsied with effortless elegance. She glanced at the body and heard him make an offering. It was rather kind.
"Oh that's very sweet of you, but no that's alright. I'm a... er... 'vegetarian.' You understand." Her head tilted up as he made his way to a branch. AH-HA. So the tables had turned. What tables? Was someone talking about chess when they came up with that phrase? She took a few steps, enjoying the cold soil between her toes, and smiled to herself.
"The forest is dangerous, yes... but would it be wrong to say I'm just as dangerous? Nowadays, I'm finding I have less and less hesitation about hurting someone. Now, I'm not going to go looking, like you do, but should someone push my buttons..." It's true. Citrine's thoughts had been taking a steady change of course lately. Her morals, her limits... they were all starting to get fuzzy. Ever since that bloody Sarah Harding... to think she had felt guilty about tearing her heart out through her chest.
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Post by Lucifer Nighthawk on Dec 2, 2008 21:22:39 GMT
"I think you look the part of dangerous, but Im not entirely sure you'd be considered dangerous. And I dont go looking for trouble. Trouble usually seems to find me nowadays and I dont particularly enjoy holding back that blood makes me happy" Lucifer probably should hold back a little bit, because maybe someone stronger than him would actually come around someday. He was pretty certain there were other vampires stronger than him and could throttle him into the next undead existance.
Thinking on stronger vampires got Lucifer thinking about morals and what was right and what was wrong. Did morals really matter to vampires? Vampires were considered immortal and had their own sets of rules in their own definition, so why should morals and the fight between good and evil matter?
A vegetarian huh? Lucifer couldnt help cracking a light grin, even though the impulse to keep his guard up was still there. "You mean you rather hunt deer and bears over humans type vegetarian?" Lucifer never did understand those kind of vampires. Lucifer had tasted it all. Mountain Lion, Bear, Deer, Elk, humans, werewolves. They all tasted the same to him and they all amounted to the same thing, just stupid creatures that got in the way of his hunt.
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Post by Citrine Bailey on Dec 3, 2008 4:16:07 GMT
Citrine was satisfied. She liked to look the part of dangerous. Though, it wasn't hard. Her hair alone was the color of blood, her eyes haunting if she looked at you long enough, her skin the color of death, her clothes always black. Then, of course, there was the pair of teeth just behind her red lips with which she could effortlessly rip out someone's throat. Yeah, she could look the part of dangerous. Plus, it was a bit suspicious that, during one of the coldest nights of the year so far, in the middle of the snow, she wore but a black summer dress... not a pair of shoes, no socks, no gloves, not even a scarf.
Looking up, Citrine felt her hair slide lower down her back. She reached up and pulled the hair tie, the red flowing to appear on the outer sides of her vision. Her red hair down, she put her arms up, and walked in a straight line, balancing effortlessly, smiling and listening to Lucifer talk, feeling his thoughts. She could hear the teasing in his voice as he spoke of her diet. It was alright, she was used to it. She was the hippie vampire, and she was proud.
"Well, I'm definitely not saying I prefer the taste. And the blood banks don't exactly hold the golden plaque for night security, but... there's just something about draining a human of blood." She did an about face and continued her straight line. "I'm so disgusted by their kind, so easily manipulated, so pathetic and dirty. Though the satisfaction of a good drink is undeniable, putting my lips to such filthy skin, using such pathetic vermin as my only way to live... it's degrading."
She flipped again and this time pirouetted in a straight line, her red hair flying out at all angles, her dress as well. "I know, though. You'd probably say if I hate them so much, why don't I find more satisfaction in killing them? Trust me, I do. There's a difference between killing to feed and killing to kill." She stopped and looked up at the man. "But I'm sure you know all about that." She winked an emerald eye up at him and averted her gaze to the moon just beyond his pale head.
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