A vampires touch

For a brief moment, it dawned on Tabris: how would Selene react if he told her he lived in the sewers?

The stench wasn't that bad once you've lived there for a little while, but newcomers down there often had a hard time adjusting.

Tabris wondered what kind of life selene had lived. She seemed more tolerant than most vampires tabris had known. He wondered how she came to be that way, why she was so placid (besides the fact that she also killed people and drained them of their blood), and why she was being so nice to Tabris.

 

Name :Rose
Age :16
Sex :female
Abilities :calling apon the darkness,wealding a blade of darkness,and contorling fire
Powes :fire,darkness,..and more darkess
Sire :alitcard
Purpose in being a vampire-to fine the one i lost

 

Selene guessed that Tabris lived somewhere pretty unpleasant. There was a lingering smell around him that reminded her of the sewers. She felt sorry for him. Selene lived in luxury compared to him. He seemed so alone, just like her. She wondered why he seemed so gentle compared to the other gangrel. Was he going to attack her later?

She wondered why he stayed with her, though he was a pleasant companion. Selene wanted so much for a friend again in this cold world. The gaiety no longer existed, and she had no one to laugh with. Selene wondered why she had agreed to condemn herself to an endless lonely existence.

 

Tabris looked up and noticed that the entrance to the park was right in front of them. IT was a green haven compared to the smoggy, crowded city around them.

Tabris smiled. "Looks like we're here. Are you ready?"

 

The blood that Rose smelled took a toll on her..she couldn't help herself for more blood.a grin took it's place on her face as she got closer to her pray.She found herself infront of a bured down house.She look egrily at the house and began to slash her way into the house to get her victum.The blood that was already on her face flew all over her green dress.Her hands became black from the ashes of the house.

 

Selene grinned at Tabris. "Lead the way my friend. This is your game. You play well. Some toys are just fragile and not well made, that's all."

 

Shrieker followed the young woman through many tunnels, always keeping back far enough that he did not think she could hear. Finally, she came upon a door in the side of the tunnel and went in. Shrieker thought that this room was probably her "home." He walked through the door to find the woman crying her eyes out.

Out of the "kindness" of his "heart" he asked her "Are you alright?" Forgetting for a moment that this woman would probably have killed him without blinking.

She looked up, and it was obvious that she could tell, he was a vampire. He may have been clean but his clothes still had enough holes to make him looked about like a homeless person, and with the tears in her eyes, she could probably not see the fact that he cast no reflection in the water outside the door.

Ooc: Sorry for not posting for a while I thought the RP had ended for a while, and then when I found out it was still going, I kept delaying my post. I'll do an extra-long one sometime to make up for it.

 

Tabris nodded his thanks, and then lifted his nose up and sniffed the air.

From the smell, there weren't as many people in the park tonight as usual. The ones that were were all couples. and they were all really young, and probably delicate. However, there was one particularly strong scent. It seemed to be coming towards them.

"From the look of it, there's one strong person in this park, and they seem to be coming our way. Shall we meet him?"

 

"That sounds like a wonderful idea. I do so love meeting new people." Selene laughed, and realised that this was the most fun she'd had for a long time. Tabris understood the rules of the game with an instinctual casualness. She was impressed. For all she knew he could have been turned by LeStat himself.

 

Tabris walked toward the scent. It was getting closer, and it was getting closer fast. It was about then that tabris realized that he didn't feel guilty about killing people. He had to admit, it felt good not havin a concience. After all, he was doing what was necessary to survive.

And he had selene to thank for it. If it weren't for this night out with her, tabris would probably still be in his sewer, hiding from the world and all it's pain.

"It's getting closer."

 

"Then let's play. You should get out more, you seem a little shy if you don't mind me saying. Been on you own long?"

Selene prepared for the excitement of the hunt. Tabris seemed to understand what happened during the game, and seemed to be enjoying himself. She noticed he avoided talking about his home. Was he ashamed of where he lived? She had always lived in houses, though the one she was in now was nowhere near as grand as the previous ones. Without the coven she had lost interest in fine things and concentrated solely on survival. Now she wasn't hunting alone, and she was remembering the good old days.

 

Tabris shrugged. "I've been on my own for about about three years. I haven't had much time to actually get out and enjoy myself during that time. I haven't been able to do much else but feed and sleep.

Plus, i've always been shy."

 

"I have also been on my own for some time. You have no need to be shy around me, I mean you no harm. It is good to have pleasant company. I enjoy being in the presence of others. I live now on my own in a rambling old house. Once it rang with laughter."

Selene wondered if Tabris despised his existence as much as she despised her own. She had sought the ultimate pleasure and found the ultimate despair, but she was too much of a coward to stop it.

 

Once it rang with laughter...

The worlds almost immediately brought back memories of the sewers where the gangrel had made their home. Selene had mentioned Lestat before. Tabris wondered why he wasn't still around...

"What happened to them?"

Tabris couldn't help thinking of the saint. And that night...

 

"The weak humans became outraged at us. They hunted us in mobs. The coven was scattered and many were destroyed. I have no idea what happened to LeStat. I tried to find him, but had no luck. I would imagine they caught him. I hid and waited, as instructed. When I re-emerged they had all gone. I was the only one left.....even Leon had disappeared. Poor sweet Leon. I am now a lone figure, a mere shadow of the past."

Selene could see from his eyes that Tabris had been through something similar.

"What really happened to the gangrel?"

 

"Same basic idea. Except that it was one person. One insanely powerful hunter who tracked us to our lair and killed us all. I was lucky enough to be out at the time, but when i came back a barely escaped with my life. The one who sired me didn't escape with hers. ANd since then, i've spent three years running away and hiding from vampire hunters who want a crack at the last of the gangrel."

 

"Perhaps it is time for us both to move on. I need to come to terms with the loss of the coven, and you need to move on from the gangrel. The mortal hunters will die and you will fade to a story. I have had a few names in my time, and I am still an unknown shadow. maybe it is time for me to move, and you also. You live in the sewers, don't you? It's not safe there any more. The gangrel lived in the sewers and you will always be hunted there."

 

Tabris hadn't realy thought about life outside of the sewers before this point.

"I suppose you're right. But where are we supposed to go? Where could we possibly go where we wouldn't be under suspicion?

 

"Well, it's time I moved on to a new home, and you're welcome to join me. I'm tired of my present house. You will have a new home and the hunters will probably assume you have been destroyed."

 

"I'm not sure that's necissarily true..."

Tabris turned with a jerk. He had completely forgotten about the hunt and the strong scent in the park. And the source of the scent had found it's way to him and Selene, in the form of a man who must have been eight feet tall.

The man was dressed like he was part of a motorcycle gang, with a leather jacket and a helmet and dirty denim jeans. He was holding a bottle of holy water, so tabris could easily tell that he was one of those poor souls who thought they were vampire hunters. It took far more than "blessed" water to down a vampire.

Tabris just looked at selene and smiled. "At least he's built better than the other one."