Post by Elsie Horowitz on May 17, 2015 23:04:22 GMT
 Early morning. Not yet time for the joggers to be out or the dog owners. Earlier than that. The sun wasn't rising for another few solid hours. It was at this time of day Elsie walked through the park looking nervous as ever, wringing her hands and jumping at the slightest of sounds. Visually it appeared as though she were lost and horrified at this fact. Elsie whimpered softly as she tiptoed around a littered soda bottle left upon the path's ground.
She hadn't been in this city for more than two days yet and she was hungry. The first day had mostly just been for walking around to see how things had changed. And of course they had. She hadn't been in this country since the late 1860's for their bloody civil war and even then she hadn't stayed more than a three decades worth before going to the Southern Americas.
Elsie tripped over an imaginary bump in the sidewalk and stumbled forward letting out a loud "oomph". Sniffing as loudly as the acoustics of the trees would allow she'd get up and dust herself off. The nine year old, with another sniff, would bend over from the waist so as to "tie" her maryjane shoe, allowing a clear view of her bloomers underneath. Come out to plaaaay, sicko sicko sickos ....
Every city had people that they could do without. Every city had people that would benefit the world best by disappearing. It would give the little girl a warm fuzzy feeling inside to know she could be doing a greater good for others as well as herself if she gave a sincere shit. But no. Tonight was about having a meal come out to her. And of course it did. Ala carte style. Els would inwardly smile as she heard footprints approach her from behind. It really was too easy sometimes. Turning she'd give another sniffle and wipe her eyes on her frilly sleeve. |
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Post by caius howell on May 21, 2015 0:32:00 GMT
 The sun would be coming up in a few hours, but that was then, and this was now. And right now, all Cai wanted to do was find someone to snack on. Really, he wasn’t even planning on killing whatever unlucky soul ended up as his target. A few pints of blood would be enough of a small meal to tide him over for the next few days, and anyways, whoever his victim was would be getting a free high. It was a win-win situation!
… Or anyways, that was his justification for it, as he locked onto a brooding man and began the stalking process. He just needed to wait until they were on a street with little to no security cameras, and then the pureblood could strike and eat the man. Or part of him, anyways. However, his plan failed when he noticed his target was… following someone else? A little girl, by the looks of it, although Caius could sense something was off about her from where he stood.
His suspicions were confirmed by the obvious way she fell, exposing her panties for the world to see. As he saw his target approached, with a sickened grimace, the pureblood swooped in, using his speed and strength to reach the man and dig his fangs into the side of his neck, hands holding his shoulders firmly. It wouldn’t be long before the sedative qualities of his saliva came into effect, and while he dragged the blood out of the neck -- smearing it on his own face and the man’s neck via his horribly messy eating habits -- he kept his gaze locked on the girl, trying to peg down what exactly she was.
Once he had had his fill from the human, Cai continued to grip the man, who was on the verge of swaying back and forth. “So, what are you?” his question was directed at the other predator. “A vampire? Demon, maybe?”
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Post by Elsie Horowitz on May 21, 2015 2:32:44 GMT
The well crafted innocently worrisome expression froze at the sight of the unfamiliar vampire appear to take first bite of the meal she had lured out. How ... dare he. Her brows would furrow, the mask sliding from her face and metaphorically shattering upon sidewalk at her feet. The only feature that would specifically express anger at the situation would be in her eyes themselves. And that would only be noticed by one that was observant. Never breaking the stare with the man in front of her who dared suck away at her prey. The rest of her features would be apathetic. Even how she crossed her arms and shifted her weight onto one foot was in such a tone.
The man would pull away, the fruit of her labor spread about his face. She'd put up a single hand as if to signify "don't" or "hold on" before replacing it back in its crossed fashion. Unknowingly to the man in front of her that motion would be to the far off distant collection of smoke that was doing his duty. One of her personal guard. The Libitina Coven was not known for its pleasantness so it was common practice for the Coven Leader to have an escort at least within screaming distance. With her escort told to stay where he was her gaze would continue to remain unwavering.
"What am I?" The little girl would ask, clicking her tongue in annoyance. "American etiquette is incredibly lacking." Choosing to answer the question in a certain manner, she would continue in the unique European accent that she spoke in naturally, "I am a robbed person whom has been wronged. That." Elsie stated, pointing with a strict small finger. "That is mine." And would refold her arms in front of her again, an act that honestly was probably more cute than intimidating. "You owe me an apology."
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Post by caius howell on May 21, 2015 3:00:34 GMT
Caius couldn’t help but smirk a little at how the innocent facade faded. Well, there went the adorable factor, although he would still admit to finding her cute. Closer now, with a little time to take in her movements and scent, he could tell that she was a vampire, one ranking below him, but he wasn’t sure if she was an aristocrat or subordinate.
For all of the observational tools handed to him on a platter via his species, however, the pureblood failed to distinguish the meaning in the other vampire’s signal. Instead, he raised an eyebrow, sinking into a more relaxed demeanor now that he had been fed. Cai was never one to fight with other vamps, and he’d like to avoid trying to maul a little girl’s face.
He paid little mind to the offense that the girl had obviously taken to his question, finding it hard to take her seriously. He did, however, wonder where she had originated from. Her accent sounded vaguely European, but Caius would be hard-pressed to determine which country she was from. The teacher had spent his entire life in New York, after all -- there were a number of different accents he experienced daily, it wasn’t as if hearing one was unusual.
“A robbed person, huh?” His voice was tinted with a light, almost teasing tone. The pureblood held out the man to her, arms away from his body as he leaned over to peer at the human’s face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize this belonged to you. I was following him -- he didn’t seem to be too attached to you, then.” Cai’s face was completely spread into a light-hearted smile now.
“But, if he really is yours, I’m sorry. I wouldn’t want my humans getting snacked on, either.”
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Post by Elsie Horowitz on May 22, 2015 2:47:12 GMT
The child vampire would inwardly sigh as the man's tone had a joking light heartedness sewn into it. It wasn't until someone knew her position that she was ever taken seriously. But instead of getting angry at this fact, the years had taught her to accept this with poise. It was ignorance was all. He didn't know better. And she could "roll" with this.
Elsie's mouth would purse in the right corner of her lips looking at the held out human with an adorable pondering before the apology would melt it into a small smile. "Apology accepted." The little girl would take a step forward as the mask reassembled over her features, habit kicking in. "I'm new to this country and you're the first of your kind I've met so far here." The words were only semi-lies. This lad was truly the first non-Libitina vampire of American descent she had met. And honestly, that is how she translated her words in her own mind so I suppose they weren't lies at all in that respect.
The human woozy from both the sedative bite and blood loss would fall to his knees if the vampire allowed him to from his grasp. If the previously stated action would take place Elsie would blink at the movement innocently before looking back up to the vampire before her, "If I may ask? Is it common here to "snack" instead of "feed"?" The premise behind "snacking" would be to leave the human alive from the experience. She was curious as to what manner this vampire was before her. Were they similar souls? Batting her eyelashes with those big doe eyes her gaze would be one of cute curiosity. "Where I come from we don't "snack"." A single small hand of hers (again, if the previously stated action had taken place thus lowering the human to her level cuz short child xD) would move to run a single finger down the sicko's face, tracing over his bone structure from the forehead to the chin. She would wait to see what this newcomer had to say first. She was rather curious as what was common practice outside of the Libitina Coven in this United States. Perhaps future alliances would be easier than had originally been thought of if this man was of a Coven member himself.
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