Never Sleep Never Die {Open}

[lego]

Soft white toes peeked out from under the black gown, slowly carying their master further and further into the forest. Marble feet gave way to her ankles, but her legs remained concealed under the gown, hiked up into her snow hands as she moved along silently. Cold snow met her with each footfall, behind her a trail of awkward looking hearts, their imprints clear. The snow stuck to the balls of her feet, lifting up as her limbs carried her forward, dropping in splatters before the next step. The ruffles dragged behind her in grace and elegance, and clearly a creature of this she was. Their black midnight curls dragged over the frothy snow, but left no mark of its passageway unlike its bearer. She moved with a stealth about her, the moonlight glimmering so brightly from her ice skin, it was hard to look at her. The black skirt of the dress ended in an upside down V, kissing the blood red corset that engulfed her slender bodice. Black and red stripes ran up and down her rib cage, the corset pulled as tight as possible. Hourglass curves met her ribcage, protruding out slighty where the ribs would not budge anymore, slowly gazing up into her large breasts, where the corset stopped, a fair amount of clevage given off to her viewers. Delicate yet sturdy shoulders, stone like, white as the snow, almost blending in, held her frame upright, leading into slender arms, dainty little wrists that held her hands, keeping her skirt up. A slender little neck hosted her head, two little black scars from years past being the only thing to interrupt her beauty. A strong jawline, and thick blood red lips curved in a most cruel and unusual smile, yet stayed sealed, keeping the fangs she held a secret. Button nose that met her eyes, cool but shocking, a terrifying ice gaze to meet, blue hardly, but almost clear. They stared out at the world around her, heavy with black makeup around them, as such was common with mortals. Yet she was not. Although many young girls often caked their eyes in the stuff, somehow the vampiress pulled it off, making it look as though it was part of her natural beauty. Eyebrows poised in a questioning manner, she stopped, taking a look about her, glancing back over her shoulder to see if she had any followers. The green mist swirled around her, toying with the black ringlets of hair, the locks about her forehead whispering in the nights soft breeze. The black skirt dropped, cloaking the rest of her, her hands by her sides, eyes cool and calm, just waiting. Oddly enough, everything was white about her, soft flakes of snow falling around her, catching in her hair, lingering on her skirt and corset, a true sight of beauty. The corner of her mouth pulled up into a small sarcastic smile, just waiting for who would come. Who would dare? Her clan, she hoped, having not seen them in quite some time. Of course, who was here now? Such an odd time for her to pick, however she had faith. Arms outstretched about her as she waited, yawning widly, fangs flashing in the moonlight, a soft moan errupting from her vocals, her fearsome eyes closing softly two black slits seeming to snicker in the night. Her head lolled in a way most uncommon, hearing the vertebrea snap over and over again, another soft smile. Yes, hunger welled inside her, however, she felt no need to go out on a night like tonight. With the cold weather, there would be no mortals, they would all be inside with their windows and doors locked, no fun for the sneaky vampiress. The ruby lips yet again pulled up sarcastically, the lights of the moon making highlights across them. A soft sigh emerged from them, a white puff forming around her face, slowly rising, hiding her piercing eyes for a moments notice, and she bowed her head, listening quietly. The silence seemed so unending, so unnerving for anyone but her, her face a semblance of beauty and calm, listening to the woods around her. Deer leaped over logs, dancing far away from her, birds fluttered high into the midnight sky, bats screeching around the moon, a moth or two fluttering by. And then, silence. All to quickly her head snapped around, eyes piercing the blackened night, her body following her quickly, snow slipping from underneath her black skirt, flying around her with the disrupted stilled beauty of the night. Her left hand poising underneath her jaw, fingers bent with black nails, ready to strike any who dare come towards her. Her right remained by her side, yet still poised, waiting for its peace of the action that could very well begin. Her eyes narrowed into glittering slits, the ice irisis screaming into the night, daring all. Show Yourself[/i] she snarled, her voice honey sweet but ever so deadly, hidden with the scent of the poision nightshade.

Ah, Evangeline, who will dare attack thou?

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Word Count~870 Try and top it

[§ Sensation §]

Raiden was watching the leader wondering what she was doing. He watched her move and was almost in aww by it. She seemed so graceful but yet he shouldn't be looking at his leader like that. 'Show Yourself' He heard her say outload. He smiled and walked out of the trees. He looked at her and did a small head bow to her. "Hello M'lady."

[lego]

The ice eyes locked onto the target, a male of course. The gentle night breeze wafted his scent by her nostrils, and quickly her demeanor changed, straightening herself out, a soft smile tugging at the ruby lips. Hello m'lady his words spoke soft, calling her name, and a soft chuckle bubbled from her vocals. His head bowed slightly, and of course she found it odd. He was an elder, why did he bow to her? Well, she was the leader, but werent they sort of even? Ish? She shook her head of the thoughts, the smile still lingering on the rubies. A more sarcastic, foolish grin stole away her face, and she curtsied gracefully, one leg extending in front of her, snow white until the black skirt stole away at her knee. Good evening M'lord her head dipped low, and for a moment she lost herself in her past, the olden days where meeting someone required this kind of formality. Her body straightened again, and she glanced at him Funny, I didnt expect to meet you out here a soft burst of giggles broke the red rocks, fangs glimmering in the moonlight. Gently she back tracked, one foot striding in front of the other as she came closer to him, examining him at a safe distance. What would happen if his knocked up beloved knew they were out here, alone, in the woods, at night, with not a soul around? Sketchhhhyyyy her mind rang out, but she ignored it. They were nothing, would never be anything, both knew that of course. Her hand lifted gently, glinting white in the moonlight, ducking behind her as something fluttered by, allowing it to land on her forefinger. It was light, to light, and the fuzzy feet told her it was simply a moth. She brought it forward, in between them, watching it with the curious eyes of a child and hunter at the same time. It danced along her finger, tapping and testing the surface of it, the fuzzy antenas twitching back and fourth. Another soft bubble of giggles fled her vocals, watching the delicate little creature enjoy himself. It was times like these she enjoyed the most, time to take in the beauty and simplicity of everything, the life that grew that noone knew. A smile lingered on her face, eyes dancing with the little moth, pure content on her face.

[§ Sensation §]

Raiden watched the young girl as she took a short while to reply. He knew the gears in her mind were working hard thinking. He slightly smiled as the young leader spoke about how it was unexpected to find him here. He knew that was her reaction first of by the way she spoke to ask who it was. "I'm sorry M'lady. I was just walking about. If you would like to be left alone I can leave." Part of him did want to just talk to her and get to know her as a leader better. Seeing as he knows nothing about his leader. He watched as a delicate moth landed on her finger. His eyes glanced at her's and it looked like her eyes were dancing... with happiness or joy? He really couldn't tell.

[lego]

The moth fluttered away at his cool breath, puffs of smoke carresing its wings, encouraging it to fly away. A frown flooded over her face, watching it as it flew towards the moon, and then into the forest, somewhere she personally didnt care much to look for. Her attention turned back to him, remebering his words. Her brow shot up, noone had ever offered to leave her alone. The corner of her lips turned upwards again No no its fine Raiden. I just meant with your girl and all, Im sure she would like to know of this Her ice eye winked, and she danced away, her bounding steps graceful like a deer as she continued on, giggling slighty under the moonlight. She came to a stop, and then turned back around to face him, turning sharply again. One brow raised itself, wondering where the dear Diru was. Was she in the shadows? In a tree? Just waiting to ambush them. Was he on her side? A wide grin split her fair cheeks, of course not. Paranoiya, silly silly little girl. Slowly she stepped back to him, feeling the ice cold snow against her skin, flakes falling in between them as she locked with his gaze, as if she was trying to see into his soul. The long eyelashes nearly touched her eyebrows, natural of course, closing every now and then, but faithful to reopen. Tell me whats on your mind She asked innocently, hands locked behind her back, leaning in slightly, as if his eyes were rabbit holes, and she was Alice, just waiting to fall in. It peaked her curiosity, others minds, what they could think of her all the time, and him being the only one here, she of course could only ask him. Please? The stories of Elders had always facinated her, wishing she had been alive long enough to meet Alexander the Great, whom she had heard was not really that great, or Leonardo da Vinci, he had been just before her time. No, she fell into the victorian romance century, the gothic beauty era, and her style represtented it well. It had always been her favorite time, the old west hadnt held her attention very well, and neither had the times of the Salem witch trials. Of course, that had been the time she was on the run, as always. And now, this era, it disgusted her, the way the young girls were, acting so badass with heavy makeup and tight skinny jeans, often in neon colors. The boys, they had no idea how to treat a lady, would they ever? Her attention came back, finding herself staring into Raidens eyes.

[§ Sensation §]

Raiden watched as the Moth flew away. It looked so peaceful and innocent. Almost like just born children or vampires. Yet of course children are good tasting. 'No no its fine Raiden. I just meant with your girl and all, Im sure she would like to know of this.' He shrugged slightly. To him, he didn't care what she thought. this was his leader and he should be allowed to talk to her. If she doesn't think so well he will Diru will have to talk to him about that.

He watched her prance away then turn to him. He wasn't sure why she was doing that, but she looked so graceful. He wanted to smile, but kept himself from doing so. He just didn't feel like he should. 'Tell me whats on your mind.' Raiden looked at her and looked into her eyes. Nothing was really on her mind but his leader. But also in part of his mind he was thinking about his past on how he liked Isis.

He was thinking about Isis just because of the way she moved. Isis moved just as graceful as his leader. Diru wasn't as graceful as his leader or Isis but at least she was kind. Yet, he wasn't sure what the young beauty infront of him behold. He wasn't sure if she was kind like Diru or dark like Isis.

"I wasn't thinking about much. Just things that happened in my past I rather not remember." was all he said. He wasn't sure if that would be good enough or if she would like more of an answer. But really he hoped he didn't have to explain. He just didn't want to bring up Isis and and how he loved her. And just like Diru, Isis wasn't apart of the Deneb clan. But unlike Diru who didn't have a clan, Isis was apart of the Tau Ceti clan. One who he was sure many of the Deneb didn't like since of the past fights the two clans had been in.

[lego]

I wasn't thinking about much. Just things that happened in my past I rather not remember. he responded quitely. Evangelines eyes narrowed into the glittering slits again, as if she was about to rip his throat out. The simple smile returned to her ruby red lips, and her features softened, giving a slight shrug as though she didnt care. A soft 'hm' noise remained on the other side of her closed lips, yet loud enough to linger in the winter air. Her perfect posture returned, and she spun around, the skirts of the dress blowing out around her ankles, her head snapping around to meet his gaze. Instantly, she lost herself in a memory she had drown long long ago, one that hadnt hit her in ages, it hadnt haunted her dreams for quite a few years now, but her gaze turned to that of concern, biting her lip as the memory flashed before her eyes, bright as the night it had happened.

A soft giggle I love you Christan her lips moved simotaniously, against his jaw, warm breath fanning out over him. A soft smile lit his face as he in turn kissed her neck. The two black pin pricks tingled. Of course, there she was, her voice thick with the transylvanian accent, confessing her undying love for the undead man before her. Inside, she felt odd, seeing herself pressed against him, even though he had been dead for so long now. Her hands rested against his broad chest, kissing him tenderly as his arms wrapped around her lovingly. The white gown she wore swayed around her ankles, the moonlight acting as a spot light for the pair. She knew how this went, it was the same love story over and over again, imprinted in her mind as though it was a movie she had watched to many times. A terrible, terrible movie. Are you sure there is no way? Her voice whispered, and he looked deep into her eyes. Here it came, the tears, soon to be flooding down the fair cheeks. Her fair cheeks. I am sure He murmured, kissing the top of her head as she fell into him. There has to be! She sobbed, her fists clenching the button shirt he wore. His gaze moved up, and then back down to her, holding her tightly, How much would you give to stay with me? He asked, quite as if someone might hear. I would give everything. The shocking blue eyes turned up to his gaze, red rimmed, and he swallowed hard. Everything? She looked at him, nodding Everything It all happened to fast, and Evangeline cringed, feeling his fangs searing into the girls neck. She screamed, and then fell limp in his arms. He kissed her tenderly Im so sorry love. This is the only way. Of course, she was unconcious, what would she hear of his apology? Actually, she had heard it all. He lowered her to the ground, watching over her protectivly, the process had to be fast back then. It didnt take days like now, it only took a few hours, and finally she stirred to life. She tried to sit up, and he helped her, her hand holding her head, neck bleeding. Eve cringed again, flinching as his tounge slid over her skin, soaking up the rest of her humanity. A soft shudder, and her lips opened again. What happened? she asked, to dazed to realize what was going on. Soon his words spilled everything that had happened, but it was all muffled. For some reason, this part always was, and the only part she had caught was her new name, Evangeline Marie Roseline. She had loved it from the day he had given it to her, however after his death, the Roseline's were no more, and she had to shorten it for her lifes sake. In all honesty, she was the last Roseline of true blood.....

On the outside Eve remained still, posed perfectly as if a Barbie doll some girl had just dropped. Her eyes stared out past Raidens shoulder, distant and foreign, clearly lost in the memories. Her bottom lip quivered in between her fangs, still pinching the skin tightly, nothing moving about her.

I love you Evangeline He whispered, kissing her neck tenderly, a soft smile lighting her face as they layed on the dark couch together. A fire burned across the room, the only thing keeping the victorian mansion warm. Of course, it was a luxury to them, after all, what did vampires need heat for? As do I you she whispered. The moment churned Eves stomach, so gushy and lovey dovey, it was as though they lived in some fairy tale princess book. Large bangs echoed at the door, and he flung her onto the floor, hearing the angry screams of townsfolk. In the next moment, the door splintered to pieces, and he fled with her to the stair case, pushing her in front of him as she bolted up the stairs. As she reached the top floor, she could see him through the bars of wood, watching as he fought with the townsfolk, killing them as they came. To soon they commandeered him, and she screamed, watching to her horror as the sword came down on his pale neck....

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A scream errupted from her throat, it popped out of her mouth so fast she had no time to realize what was going on, who was in front of her. Her ice eyes were wide open in fear, she shot backwards, catching her balance before falling into the fluffy snow. She shook her head, waking up into the reality, her features softening, seeing Raiden across the way from her. Whoa, what, the, hell? It was all she could think, and she locked with his gaze. Great, now what would he think? His leader was insane? Crazy? Nuts? She watched him carefully, her scream still ringing in her ears. Great, wonderful. How did she play it now? We all have things we wish not to remeber[/b] she whispered, her head turning away as a tear trickled down her cheek, black with eyeliner, falling into the snow. [/size][/color]

[§ Sensation §]

Raiden watched her knowing she was thinking when no true response happened. All he was curious about was what her mind was thinking about. Maybe her past, her plans for the future, or perhaps just about things happening now. He wasn't sure but was slightly curious. He never knew what the younger vampires thought about. When they are around his age it is easier. Seeing as he can connect with them slightly better.

A scream broke his thought about the whole gap between older and younger vampires. He looked over at the young vampire standing in front of him now what seemed like shaken. Why he had no idea until she spoke. 'We all have things we wish not to remember' When she spoke this he was sure that is why she screamed.

The tears that streamed down her face was another surprise to him. He walked closer to her wanting to comfort her and help her feel better but he was afraid she wouldn't like him to. But he stepped closer to her and looked at her with a sorrowful face. "I take it your past was hard. Something hard to think about. But with time you will get past it. It may not seem like you will, but you will. Believe me... I know." And he did.

The memory he wishes to not even have was killing Isis's brother. He was still very young at the time Raiden killed him, and was still innocent. Raiden wouldn't be able to forget the young boys fear that floated in his eyes. The eyes were what made the elder feel sadness. Yet he mostly felt hate toward himself. He never could forgive himself for killing that young vampire, even if he didn't know him. Yet, over the years it has been getting easier and easier.

(OOC: hehe sorry, had to send him on a past thought too )

[lego]

As the blackened tear fell into the snow, she could hear his footsteps, growing nearer as he advanced towards her. Her head snapped back up into attention, not allowing herself to be weak like this anymore. He tried to comfort her, and she took it with a cold reguard. I take it your past was hard. Something hard to think about. But with time you will get past it. It may not seem like you will, but you will. Believe me... I know My past she murmured, the ice eyes shooting up to his gaze, My past is not hard. Nor do I dwell on it. I prefer to leave it in the past. She stated matter-of- factly, a shiver running up her spine. Wow, why had she suddenly become such a bitch? You know why The familiar voice poked at her, and indeed she knew why. A sensitive topic had been brought up, and only her fight response worked, not the flight. She had never ever run from the enemy, although he wasnt an enemy. She had told none of her past, and she certainly wasnt about to begin with him. I know rang in her head. What was this? Some sudden drop of behavior? Some, I know how you feel, sob story about to break? She scoffed at the thought, not wanting to hear his story, nor her own. Its been 206 years, I think Ive gotten over it by now She winked, drawing in the snow with her delicate foot, making a heart and then dystroying it, smiling lightly, as if nothing had happened. Her head shot up, Anyways, she paused to steal a glance at him, watching as he sunk into deeper memories. Wonderful, would this now go downhill and be depressing? She shook herself off, flipping her hair back, the soft snowflakes landing on her skin, decorating her hair. Dare I inquire what you were doing out here? she asked, fingers locking behind her back, head tilting slightly in a 'tell me please, but only if you want to' fashion.

[§ Sensation §]

Raiden watched her carefully and then listen to her speak. To him a tone of almost venom. But that is what he felt. He wanted to laugh when she said its been only 206 years and that she has gotten over it. He knew she hasn't. If she had she wouldn't have started to cry, let alone scream. It has been around 200-300 years for himself to from his most hated point. And he knows he is not over it, even though he says he is. It takes awhile to get over the little things.

After the last thing she said... well asked he only smiled. "You I have already said why I am out here. I just felt like walking around." And he did. He was out walking before he came across her out here alone. Then she asked who was there and of course it was him. Nothing major he guessed. But he never knew with women...

[lego]

Her jaw set itself when he spoke, saying he was out for a walk. What the hell? Noone came out for a walk, in the middle of the night, out in the woods, by themselves, and just happened to run into their clan leader. No, no no it just didnt happen that way. Her ice eyes hardened, turning to a very faint blue-white color, like ice after a heavy storm. She watched him carefully as a shiver ran down her spine, her shoulder blades bending backwards as they carressed it past each vertebrea. A heavy deep breath, and a sudden feeling came over her. She wanted to kill, she wanted to sink her fangs into a tender neck, and obliterate their body, tear it to pieces. Why on her peaceful night did she hunger so? Perhaps it was how bored she had grown, since the conversation wasnt picking up much. He seemed much to fasinated by her, learning everything about the young leader. Hell, she was probably the youngest of the leaders as far as this land was concerned. Of course, they could go into some deep dark conversation about their pasts, but she wasnt about to tell anyone. A dark ringlet fell in front of her face, her eyes glaring at him, although why even she wondered. Why am I such a bitch?? she questioned herself. This made no sense, now all she wanted to do was kill him, although she had no reason, and what if he killed her? Ah, fuck it, she would go out later and rip some heads off, drain their bodies and leave them in the middle of the street for all to see. I am Evangeline, Fear me Her mind hissed. Her pale hand shot up, moving the lock away from her eyes, another shiver running down her spine. Finally she understood the shivers, blood lust. Yes, lust for anything violent, blood, torture, suffering, anything illegal where she could rip some heads off, throwing them around and slam them into the pavement. Ah, you really are sick Her mind spoke in a hushed tone, petting her mentally. She purred under the sick pleasure she felt. It feels like Im the only one asking questions Her voice purred, her tounge sliding over her fangs once underneath the ruby lips, watching him with the ghostly eyes.