Eternal Shadows

[Emily]

Vampire joint story ;D

Please join, your charrie can be Mortal, Vampire, Demon, Creature, 'thing', Or lampost.

Well perhaps not lampost, but yeah. You get the picture

Post your characters, and who and what they are. It has no plot so far, but it's kind of a touch and go, compromising thing!

Name: Raven

Gender: Female

Specie: Vampire

Age: Unknown, but takes the form of a young teenage girl, possibly around the age of 17

Visual Description: Has longish black hair, with soft aqua blue eyes. She is very beautiful, but there is some sort of 'air' around her which one would describe as eerie. She had the eyes of someone who had seen many terrible things, but at such a young age, how was this possible? She is quite tall also, and dresses as mortals do, trying to fit in, as standing out always causes suspiscion.

Emotional decription: Quiet and shy, she tends to mingle only with fellow vampires and demons, but often has weak spots for mortals, even though in practise, they should be ignored. Has been known to form relationships with mortals, but it has always ended badly, in the sense that someone always ended up lifeless.


-x-




The rain poured down from the sky in a continuous sheet of icy water, drenching anyone who dared step out into it for a couple of brief seconds.
Raven ran her slender fingers through her jet black, silky hair, and tossed her hair from behind her shoulders.
She watched the rain splatter onto the misty windowpane, and the surge of people, walking as quickly as they could, to escape the downpour.

[Brokenhearts]

I'LL JOIN!!!!!! i luff these ones!!!!! am a lil sore and tired atm, bt i promise i shall join!!!

[Denithar]

Name: Adeiz
Gender: Male
Specie: Mortal
Age: 18
Visual Description: Short slicked back hair, brown eyes. Soldiers build, with the upright rigid movements. Medium height.
Emotional description: amiable, soft feminine like voice. Went to Iran in the war but was soon sent back on honorable discharge. The captain said he unnerved the men and he wanted nothing to do with him. But he had nothing to complain of in particular. But if Adeiz got in the mood he could frighten his fellows so badly that they would remember him the rest of their lives.
Present condition: going to college with his Army tuition.

-x-

Adeiz liked nights like these. Blackness and then with a bang there would be light. The water seeped through his clothes, till there was not a dry spot. Walking down the sidewalk, the cars would occasionally splash more water onto his now fully soaked left side. Ducking as a truck roared past, he noticed a figure following him. Whoever it was was wearing a trench coat with a hood covering most of the face. Seeing that he had noticed, the figure hurried to catch up. Adeiz reached out and lifted the hood. The face was definitely girl, with an elfin touch. She looked shyly down at the ground. "I'm sorry sir. I was afraid in the storm. Can I walk with you?"
Adeiz wanted fall into the beautiful voice. Recovering his breath he replied, "I would love it."
Coming closer to his apartment, Adeiz began to wonder what exactly to do with this girl. Whatever she wants to do.
Suddenly the creature walking beside him stopped. She shivered visibly. "It's no use. Get away. You don't want to be with a girl like me."
Adeiz anxiously looked around. Something wasn't quite right. He turned back to the girl. "It's okay, I can help."
"No, go! Get away!"
Helplessly, Adeiz stared at her. Just as she lounged for him he realized and pulled out his blade. As her teeth cut into his neck, his blade cut into her heart.
Their eyes were inches from each other. They both spoke at the same time. "Forgive me." Then they fell apart onto the slick walkway.

[Brokenhearts]

Name: Farishda (but tends to gt ppl to call her Pixie)
Gender: female
Specie: Demon
Age: about 2050 yr old. but she hasn't aged at all (because of what type of demon she is) as so looks possible about 17 or 18
Visual Description: her hair is dark aubern red, the sort of red that almost verges on brown. it's usually down to about her hips, coming down in layers, so she has quite a long fringe, and layers that frame her heart shaped face. her eyes are pitch black and her irises are red, though those can be changed when she goes to earth. other dimensions, it's a little harder. her lips are inevitably blood red. she got an angles sort of face, but slightly rounded at her chin and nose. she's not tall, but she's not short either, at about 5 ft 6. she very very slim, with long slim legs, and graceful arm and body. she could easily be a model. and her skin is incredibly pale. on her upper arm is a tatoo left over from hell, it's in an ancient language, Babalonian (i think it's called that) that language that every single human being once talked. she's also added to it, but depicting fire beneath it, and added some stars and flowers around the words. she can't take the origional tatoo off- and she has no idea what it means.
Emotional decription: as she is a runaway demon from hell, she simply did not like her position down there, she feels incredibly free to be able to roam on earth and other dimensions, as not many other demons can do that. and most of the other demons who can- wouldn't dare go after her. she's a complete flirt, with no sense of restraint any where. but that's just her fun, and she has learnt how to control herself. she's not particularly friendly to begin with, but she does enjoy having creatures, shall we say, around her, it jst takes time for her to open up as it were. she is also a terrible romantic, even if she flirts with anything, and terribly compassionate. part of th reason why hell wasn't sad to see the back of her- her enormous heart that went out to everyone. though she did tend to cover that up too- or attempted to. at the same time, there is this emence aura of mystery about her, that she has not created. seeing as she has never been told if she was a born demon or a made one.

-x-

Farishda's heels clicked on the pave ment as she walked. she was dressed in a tight black tee shirt and tight black jeans. the only reason she could be see was because of her pale pale skin shining from the lamppost over head. her face was slip with the enormous grin on her face. she absolutely soaked through, and her hair was sticking to her face and clothes, her clothes were becoming steadily more and more clingy. she still loved the feeling of rain on her skin. even after living on earth for 1965 years. she still loved the feeling of the rain.
a head of her she saw a boy and a girl, walking together. her grin lessened. rather, softened then lessened. that too she loved about earth. her assuption was that it was two lovers ahead of her.
that was until the girl lunaged at him, and Farishda caught the flash of a blade from the boy's hand. a gasp came from her throat, as she just held back from running to help them and she what had happened.
when they colapsed to the ground- she almost litterally flew to them to see what was wrong. she cared for all mortals… they had given her this home.

[Emily]

The expression on Raven's face was far from distinguishable. She couldn't think straight, but she knew for sure that she had to get the hell out of here.
She felt no pain, although her blood was seeping through her thick coat.
She looked at the mortal lying on the floor in shock, and obvious pain. She simply brushed her fingers across his neck and ran, swiftly and silently, away into the night.

After 5 minutes of solid running, the girl took a sharp turn into an alleyway and halted, clasping her hand to her chest.

The touch of her fingers sealed up the wound instantly, and the blood stopped flowing, although her coat was soaked in the crimson liquid.


Why did I attack him?
Why? The voice echoed inside her head. You were betraying your clan, your group. You were getting emotionally attatched to the mortal, yet you'd been with him for 3 minutes. You needed to attack to prove me wrong.

"Shut up!" She spat out, bitterly, not caring if anyone could hear her. "Just leave me alone!"

[Brokenhearts]

As the girl stood up, Farishda stopped dead. there was blood staining the girl's front, yet she seemed to feel no pain. no nothing. as the girl bent over the boy, bushing her fingers across the wound on his neck- realisation swept through her. that girl was no mortal- she was a vampire. a reject from hell. like herself.
and yet she supressed a hiss. there was something almost… almost not right about her. something different.
as the girl ran off into the night, Farishda walked tentively over to the boy. he couldn't have been more than eighteen. his soft maybe even feminine features made him seem almost unreal. there was more beauty in the face than masculine handsomeness. he made her uneasy, as the girl had. but she had to help him- he was a mortal.
she laid a hand on his heart, and felt it beating strongly beneath her fingers. his breathing was regular. and the colour in his face was normal, if a little pale from the cold.
his eyes suddenly flashed open, and he grabbed her wrist where she touched him, the seemed to try some sort of judo move. but Farishda kept her ground, laughing. with an almost mother touch, she soothed down his wet black hair away from his face, and cupped his chin to look into her eyes.
his breathing quickened in fear, as she felt her eyes turn from brown with black irises to black with red.
"who are you?" he hissed breathlessly.
she chuckled. "A fallen," she replied, "now sleep." she passed a slim hand over his face, and he relaxed, and slept. frowning, she put a travelling power on him, and sent him to her house, till she figured what to do with him. she couldn't have left him out there- he would have died. at the same time, she couldn't keep him cooped up. she could sense the restlessnes about him.
over riding her curiosity about the boy, she followed the direction of the girl, trying to feel for her vampire aura. she found it- very quickly, she seemed to be very different than any other vampire Farishda had encountered.
she caught up with the girl very quickly. hearing the words, "just leave me alone!"
"Who are you talking to, Vampire," Farishda said calmly, catching up with the girl, looking at her complacently.

[Emily]

Raven looked up, her stunning blue eyes locking onto the demon's firey red ones.
"Can't a young girl talk to herself occasionally?" She asked innocently, but there was an edge to her voice.
She stood up, from her previous crouched position and strode towards the demon, her pearly white fangs appearing.
"You stay away hell-child." She hissed, every word dipped with venom. "You have no business with me."

[Denithar]

Do I know this place? No, I don't. So why am I opening this door? Struggling with himself, Adeiz stumbled over the frame of the door and crashed to the floor. With the pain came remembrance.

Aqua blue eyes, softly and longly looking at him, and a kiss filled with pain. Adeiz sat up and felt his neck. It was soaked, but it was water not blood. I should have listened to the priests' warnings about beautiful things.

But there were another pair of eyes. They had a dark core, but brilliant irises. Should I be afraid of them too?

Adeiz looked through the door into the stormy night. "I want to go home." And he wept, as behind him his figure disappeared from the windowpane.

[Brokenhearts]

"No business?" mocked Farishda, smiling almost genuniely, "dear child, you attacked a mortal-" her smile was quickly replaced with a frown of distain and anger, "we have alot of business to attend to."
"You? a demon? caring for the welfare of mortals?!" laughed the vampire, "what is beyond imagination- what are you really? You look like a demon, you have the aura of one… and yet you are on earth. fighting for mortals."
"My past has nothing to do with you- what i want to know what what you were up to, blood drinker. the boy is alive, with a simple scratch on his neck- nothing more. why didn't you drink from him? why didn't you take him?" all the while, farishda wandered what was happening at her house- how the poor mortal boy was taking being some where else entirely… she was worried.

[Emily]

"Perhaps I didn't want to take him," She hissed. "Afterall, I healed him."
"I try my hardest to fit in with life here on earth," She continued, speaking with disgust, "And my body, my blood craves for human's blood. It's an instinct. I cannot help what I am, and neither can a creature such as yourself from hell.
"Let's live our own lives in as much peace as we possibly can. I only meet with demons who I please, and who mix with my clan."
The demon looked unimpressed, but remained silent.
"And if you'll excuse me," Raven said coldy, "I have to be leaving, my very own crime scene, before I am slain by some godforsaken creature such as yourself."

She spun around on her heals, and ran towards the brick wall that lay ahead. She jumped and passed straight through it, leaving no trail apart from the miniscule puddle of blood, diluted by the continuous shower of raindrops.

[Denithar]

Jerking himself out of the weakness, Adeiz angrily swiped at the tears. He hadn't cried since seeing that children's hospital destroyed from the air. Standing up, he surveyed the room. It had many oddly shaped objects scattered about. Over in the corner was a picture with a bunch of very queer looking folk frowning at the camera. Adeiz shook his head, and stepped toward the doorway. The door slammed shut. Adeiz tried to turn the handle. It wouldn't budge. He whispered a prayer and turned to face the now dark room, keeping his back to the door.

[Brokenhearts]

"I wouldn't want to kill you, vampire," called out, Farishda, dryly, "there are too few of us left to do that." the vampire paused for a moment. "if you want to find you- you can. and i'll find you. i can tell we'lll be seeing more of each other. for now i must make sure the mortal isn't doing something stupid." without waitd for a response, she transported herself to inside her house to look for the human.

[Emily]

The vampire crashed onto the bed and wept, sofly and quietly, the tears soaking through into her bed covers.
She held a pale hand to her eyes, and brushed away the tears, silently scolding herself for being so emotional.
Emotions are for humans. The voice in her head echoed. You are weak if you show any emotions apart from anger and vengeance, spite and malice. You show love and kindness to your own kin.
She shook her head violently to shake the voice away from her.
She needed to clear her head, and so for the second fateful time that night, she put on a heavy coat and walked out into the pouring storm.

[Brokenhearts]

The door was being stubborn again, and refusing to open.
"I really need to get someone to look at that," she muttered to herself, hoping the mortal wasn't too scared or doing something too stupid. which was what they tended to do when put in a new situation. no matter how much she cared for the form of life- she had to admit they were not all that bright.
she flashed herself into the room where she had transported the human, and looked around. nothing appeared to be out of place. the rediculous picture was untouched, her trickets from of the mellenia had not been touched. so where was the human boy?
she heard a gasp from behind her, and she turned around. the boy was dryer, his brown eyes filled with fear, and his face streacked with tear stains. his face was full of expression, and the expression it showed was terror. Farishda was glad for the darkness, as she turned eye eyes to hazel with black irises. she did not wish to scare him any more than she had to.
"how you feeling?" she asked, walked towards him, casually.

[Denithar]

Adeiz gulped. She brought me here to finish me off!
"Please, I didn't want to hurt that girl. I'll stay out of your business, really!"
He knew he could never beat one of these creatures. Dropping to his knees he gazed up at the mysterious girl.
The girl did not leap on him, or magic him. At least not that he could tell. Forgetting his fear for a second, he realized that this one was not a Vampire.
"What are you going to do with me?"