Post by LUCE MARIA CAMPBELL on Jun 15, 2010 5:53:06 GMT
- - - - - - - - - - - TOWER OVER ME
She wasn't in a particularly pleasant mood, and this idiot wasn't making it any better. He was your typical idiot. He thought he was awesome, but it was clear, that he was far from. His dark hair was slicked back from his pale forehead, giving him unflattering lines all over his tight face. He had sunglasses perched over his angular nose, even though he was inside a dark nightclub. He was wearing jeans and a plaid shirt, another thing that did bad things for his pale skin, and his body position was awkward. He had his arm positioned 'causally' over the back of the couch, but she didn't have to be a mindreader to know what he was trying to do. She wasn't trying to play along with his fact, but she couldn't ignore how much fun she was having... toying around with him. She almost wanted to roll her eyes. Humans.
Luce had been one of them once, a long time ago. She barely even remembered her human life. The only things she remembered were her last two years, because that was the year that she had met Stephen, sadly. She could remember seeing him for the first time, how almost every girl had fallen at his feet and wanted him to be their husband. Of course, Luce hadn't stayed near him for too long, refusing to acknowledge that he even existed. But one day, when walking through town, her corset happened to be tightened too much. One thing after another, she had fainted in a corner part of town, and then woken up in a dark room. Ironic, how she had met Stephen. He had saved her life - twice.
I wonder how I can get in her pants..
Her small smile disappeared, and her brown hazel eyes turned icy. She turned her head slowly, her straight brown shifting to frame her face, as she stared at the young man. Hearing thoughts came in handy sometimes. She decided to remain quiet, only moving a small, slender hand up toward her neck. She rested it there, her hazel eyes still peering at his. A small, fake smile crossed her lips, but it was convincing enough for him. He leaned toward her, and she moved too - toward his neck. In one quick movement, her lips brushed against the thin veins that ran along his neck, and then, she bit. He almost moaned, she could feel it vibrating in his neck. She sucked, and sucked, until finally he fell limp in her arms. She brushed him off, as if he was a disgusting parasite, and moved toward the black door, wiping the back of her hand on her mouth. She slipped into the club, taking a nearby paper wipe and removing all traces of blood, and then pulling out her lipgloss. She turned to the guard waved her hand to the door, and spoke quiet enough to be heard. "Take care of it."
The pounding music and the flashing lights looked even brighter as she made her way through the sweaty mass of bodies. She ignored it all though, smiling every now and then to people nearby, and trying to ignore the little voices that spoke in her head. These were the kinds of places she wished she could go to without having to deal with the thoughts that came with it. She loved to party, but hated having to distinguish thoughts from words. She had discovered that with time, she was having an easier times telling thoughts from words, but she slipped up every so often, on accident - of course. She somehow managed to not touch a single body, her hazel eyes focused on the almost invisible door ahead. She wanted out, now.
She almost crashed toward the door, but still somehow managed to maintain her grace. She hit against the door, ignoring the curious looks that came with it, and headed head first into a heavy sheet of rain. She mumbled incoherently, her hazel eyes darkening in the late of the night, as she stood outside of the night club. She should have sensed it was raining, maybe her mind was failing her. She moved to the left, suddenly annoyed that she had walked to the club, even though she could see the mafia building a few blocks down. In a blink of an eye, she was outside of the building, opening the door and slipping into the lobby. Once inside, she rested her head against the door, sighing with anger, before turning around and heading for the elevator. She had only been in the rain for a matter of minutes, but already she was dripping. She hit the button for the elevator with a small huff, watching as it clicked into place and the doors slid open.
Why was elevator music always so corny?
She stood in the back of the elevator, leaning against the clean and dry material that was attached to it. Her hazel eyes followed the meter as it moved up toward the top two numbers. She wasn't heading back to her apartment - oh no. She was paying an old friend a visit, since she hadn't seen him in a matter of days. She wouldn't admit it to anyone, especially him, but she really did miss his company. He was like a missing part of her, but nobody really suspected what she held for him. But a brother or sister could probably guess at it.. add on a century, and you've got it. So when the elevator finally clicked, she stepped straight out into his apartment.
A quick scan through her head, and she realized that he wasn't at home. If he was, she would have heard him. She stepped toward the living room part, slipping out of her light jacket and slinging it on the floor, figuring that it wouldn't be getting anything wet there. She rang her hair out, unzipped her boots and kicked them off lazily like it was her own house - which it practically was. She moved toward the couch, jumping on it so that she was completely spread across it. She leant her head back on the soft cushion, closing her hazel eyes. She sat there for a couple of minutes, before a voice started to enter her head. Stephen. She smiled to herself, but kept her eyes shut. She heard him just outside of the door - which was when she called out. "Welcome home, Stephen."
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