SAME OLD SONG. wren!

[helena]

St. Amanda's hall. What a stupid name. No one is a saint, no one is perfect in that aspect of existence, not even God himself. And so, because of this lie, this imperfection, Lena found herself once again in this theater, watching a play that she's seen a hundred times. But yet, Helena kept coming back. Maybe it was one of her weaknesses, a beautiful performance. She knew that she could become an actress if she wanted to. She should be in the movies, she knew she was pretty enough, and hell she was even talented enough. If she wanted it really badly, she could force someone to give her a part bu threatening. But she wanted to keep this part of her life clean, she wanted the fiction to become reality. She was cruel, sure, unfeeling, sure, had a heart of ice, of course, but one thing that Helena could appreciate was beauty of acting. However, when she thought about it, people act everyday anyway. So does she. She acts human when she needs to, but if they won the war she wouldn't have to. Oh, what a relief would that be?

So, she had placed here self at the back of the theater, watching the actors performances. Somehow, she wished she was there, with them. However, she did not forget that showing emotion would make her weak, and she had no emotions anyway, just the appreciation of a well acted play. She never for one second forgot who she was, or what she was rather. She could smell the blood from as far away as the stage, however she could also sense some people from the Real World enjoying the play also. Probably people that are with the saviors, people who just do this kind of thing for relaxing, blending in, just because it wasn't evil. Helena did both, the killing and the enjoying, but as she was sitting there, she was sure that no one would guess that she was on the dark side. No one ever did suspect it, she was too innocent looking, much to her advantage.

When she was still human, Lena remembered always liking to put on performances for her dear mother. Her dresses had been movement constricting, but she had enjoyed every second of it. These kinds of thought always brought back the memories of her parents, of how she had to leave them, and then again she would close off from the world and just stare blankly, taking in every detail of her surroundings, making sure not to feel. Because at moments like these, Lena really was quite vulnerable, when she was killing or torturing, however, she forgot about the side that appreciated beauty, the side with the memories. That had helped her survive for all of these years, and what will help her survive in the future years. Not letting herself become vulnerable. Or weak.

She felt herself smirk at the thought of the people that embraced these feelings. Love and caring. She knew how that worked out. Badly. So, if they wanted the pain, she would give them the pain. Obviously, in a different kind of way, but pain none the less, or even death. Yes, she would do death. Helena got excited just thinking about it, the thought of blood, and the first kill that she's gonna have when she got out of here. That made her want to leave already, but she knew she would stay to finish the play. She would probably take on of these people, let them enjoy their last minutes. No one would stop her, no one would suspect her. And that made her happy, so she sat there, carrying watching the performance, with a smirk on her face and that glint in her eyes that said she was gonna kill, and sh'e have fun choosing who.

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[wren]

As the summer fades away, laugh at my reflection.

Of all the places to go on a freaking Friday.

Alright, so she won some shit competition (she had already forgotten what the competition was and she was now actually regretting joining in the first place because dammit the reward was crap) and the first prize was that she got free VIP passes to some random, popular show that some people would kill to actually watch. The tickets were pretty expensive and she got them free. Was she grateful? Of course not.

Wren was perched at the front row, directly facing the stage and looking completely bored. She restlessly shifted in her seat and her blue eyes flickered around the theater. She had seen countless of plays in this lifetime, and as usual, failed to grasp the meaning and beauty of it and would often end up leaving or falling asleep in her seat. When she was dragged along to watch plays by her siblings centuries ago, she would be unable to fall asleep because of their constant annoying poking. She would be nagged to watch people bouncing up and down the stage, repeating and acting out their roles like parrots. Parrots with obviously nothing else better to do, who were probably forced to repeat their words like broken records multiple times until they were perfect. Wren pitied them in a way, but if this was what they wanted to do then who was she to stop them?

The brunette let out a loud snort and got up, ignoring the stares and glares that she quickly received. Everyone in the theater were morons all of a sudden for coming here. Why was she here spending here day when she could be out doing something even better? She wasn't about to blow the day away by squatting in a theater and watching some stupid play that she already knew by heart. Oh, why did she even enter that stupid competition in the first place? The answer was pretty simple: she had been bored with nothing else to do. The solution, in her opinion, was a dumb one and seriously, had she actually really come up with it? How moronic.

With another loud snort and this time with an added grumble, Wren stomped away from her seat and towards the exit, with obviously the intention of wanting to leave the room. The immortal was tired of the shit portrayed in front of her, and all she wanted to do right now was go home, snuggle her cat, and sleep, maybe do a little homework too since her assignments had a bad habit of accumulating in time. It wasn't her fault (or so she claims); there was just too much work to do and too little time. The brunette stalked towards the exit, banging on the floors to create as much noise as possible and hopefully disrupt the play in the process. It was clear to see that she was in a bad mood, but her mood had been nothing but stormy all this while and to those who knew Wren Lasseur well, it really was no surprise at all. In fact, most people had already judged that she was nothing but a bad-tempered, bitter bitch who hates life to the max but underneath all that exterior, she did have a heart, but the last thing that she wanted to do was expose it.

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[helena]

As Helena's eyes were fixed onto the stage, little details of the theater did not escape her. All the little movements, sighs, laughs and conversations were as loud in her ears as were the actors upon the stage. This gave her a chance to hear what sorry lives people were leading, and so determine who would be her best prey for the evening. Someone who will not be missed. One of the quiet ones that did not come in with anyone, or the ones having arguments. It was fun when people have arguments and wish that the other were dead, then Helena would feed on them and their wish would come true, and they would blame themselves for the rest of their lives. That thought always brought a smile on Lena's face, the paint hat they would go through after that, blaming themselves for all their lives. That always made Helena's life that bit more fun.

That was when she heard it. The huff, the stomp the grumble and she didn't even need to look to know who it was. Helena had no idea what the girl was doing there. This was such a - un Wren place that Helena was genuinely shocked. But it amused her, the way that she did not appreciate the play at all. That was one difference between the two, Wren just could not be bothered with things like that, while Helena could say she had a heart of ice, on these kinds of things of simplicity, Wren was very inconsiderate. Not that she could blame her, and she wasn't about to go shouting her mouth off, because she didn't care if she liked it or not. Her eyes left the play, and she finally faced the way that the immortal was heading. Helena thought it was quite helpful that she was sitting right at the end of the rows. It also amused her that the people were giving Wren glares, which they would probably regret later if Helena had her way. Just an excuse to be what she was. She took not of some faces before turning back to the approaching immortal.

"Wren dear, do you really want to get into trouble with these lovely people enjoying the play? Tut tut, where are your manners?" Helena said, quietly, but loudly enough for the girl to hear. She knew that Wren would not ignore her. She also knew that Wren was almost as cold hearted as Helena and would gladly help her pick the perfect dinner for herself. "Aren't you enjoying the play?" Helena asked slowly, not that she actually cared, but it was fun to tease anyway. Also as slowly, she turned her head back towards the play, where the actors were finishing off a scene just to get ready for the next one. She knew how long the night would be for them. But she only gave that half a moments thought, before listening to the closing lines, with a small smirk on her face. She didn't care that Wren saw that she was there, she was sure that the girl was just used to her peculiar ways and ideas.

But, theater had been part of her human life. Acting and pretending, had always been there, that's why she was so reluctant to let go of it now It was her only weakness, well the only one that Helena could think of, but she can hide the fact well, like all other facts about herself. However, right now the moment of watching the play and enjoying it was discarded, but she still didn't pay attention whether the other girl had stopped or not. Whether she had listened or not, because she didn't care. She could go if she wanted, it was not like they were friends in the slightest, she was merely another one of Lena's pawns that would come in useful later on.

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[wren]

As the summer fades away, laugh at my reflection.

What the hell.

The voice of honey that greeted her the moment she was about to step out of the room made her stop and frown over her shoulder. She would recognize that fake, faux voice anywhere she went. Underneath that voice was a malicious exterior, one Wren chose not to trigger off not out of fear, but really she couldn't be bothered dealing with the mess that would happen next with Helena. The vampire was probably the few that was unfazed by her temper, but Wren did not give Helena her respect, merely treated the female with indifference. Helena had a heart of ice extremely similar to hers, but while Wren's was filled with apathy, Helena's was completely malicious. The brunette stared at Helena up and down with narrowed lapis lazuli eyes before she finally decided to speak.

"The day when I show fucking manners is the day when someone kills me."

[/color] she snapped back, crossing her arms across her chest. "And no, I'm not enjoying the damn play, thank you for asking."[/color] the girl added sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. It was Wren's current nature to be a bitch to everyone, most did mind actually, but Lena never seemed to care whether she seemed bad-tempered all the time. It was as though Wren was just there, just another random person to speak to from time to time. They weren't friends, which she was glad for and she didn't think that they would be pursuing a friendship anytime soon. Both of them had other things better to do than to be friends, let alone pretend to be. In fact, the last thing the brunette wanted was to actually have friends. Friends were a bother, something that came and went along with life. In fact, the friends that she actually managed to make were either dead or wanted nothing to do with her. Wren was perfectly fine with that, the more solitary she was, the better.

"What the hell are you doing here, Lena?"[/color] Wren frowned, leaning against the closed doorway. Now that she was here, she might as well find out what the girl was up to. "Don't tell me that you are just enjoying the play."[/color] The girl was sure that Lena was planning something; it seemed impossible for the vampire would just stick around here and enjoy something as trivial as a play. Lena wasn't the kind of person to sit still and enjoy life; the girl had more things to do than that. Helena was also known for killing heartlessly, Wren was pretty used to that already and she wasn't surprised if the vampire suddenly wanted to take a munch on everybody around here. She knew about the bloodlust of vampires and if Helena decided to start attacking everybody, well, she didn't want to walk out of here splattered.

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[helena]

The Vampire could sense the shock radiating from the Immortal as she stopped where she was when she heard Lena speak. Helena was good at sensing emotions, seeing as she fed on the fear of the mortals from the moment she got her teeth out. Helena was still very much paying attention to the play she had seen a hundred times and more, yet she always liked watching life take place in from of her eyes that was no real, yet it was not just imagination either as she was sure similar situations happened to humans or even supernaturals anyway. Helena did not turn to look at the brunette, merely sat calmly under her scrutinizing gaze, wondering what good will it do to look at her. She could bet that Wren wondered what Lena was doing there, after all, there were so many better things to do in life than waste three hours watching something performed by humans no less, and enjoying it.

Helena felt a smirk play around her lips at the other girls' outburst. That was just so typically Wren Lasseur. Angry, manner-less and heartless. She had thought that it was that what had drew her to the girl in the first place, her fiery temper and her heartless tactics, Helena believed that when she needed a use for the girl, in the war or whatever, she would be able to use the anger to her advantage. She would not like to be friends with the girl, far from it, yet she felt obliged to at least tolerate her because she might be of use. That is the reason why Helena tolerated anyone really, because one time or another, she would need these people in the struggle for power. Of course, Helena was not naive enough to think that they will follow her just like that, she needed to show authority mixed with kindness and promises of what they'll get in return. But that time has not come yet, so Helena had the time to waste by watching a play. A play that she actually appreciated.

"Would it hurt just to show a little kindness once in a while, anger will get you no where." Helena finally looked at the girl, and sent her a smile that was far from warm and friendly, but as Wren could probably guess, for show to match her words. Of course she did not mean them, but she liked to tease a little. It was dark in the theater, but Lena's vampire eyes saw the surroundings like it was daylight. Wren looked the same as always, and Helena found the girl kind of pretty actually, if her eyes were anything to go by. See, Lena could appreciate beauty, but she would die before she said any of these things to anyone. About the play, about all the things that she had thought beautiful as a human, which she sometimes still appreciates now.

Helena held the urge to roll her eyes. She could practically hear the frown in the girls voice, and the wheels in her head spinning. In people's minds, she would not be seen dead in a place like this, yet she was still here, admiring the play. "I'm enjoying a little entertainment before dinner. I'm planning of making an evening out of another day. You can join me if you like, I'll even let you order." Helena grinned, a malicious grin that didn't give away whys he really was there, but the blood lust as her fangs were showing a little. Helena was not one of those vampires to leave a mess or give herself away. She had an image to uphold, so if any policeman came knocking her way she could pretend to be the scared innocent little girl that she really was not, because this Vampire's appearances were more than deceiving. She looked like a girl that could do no harm, she was young and beautiful, and her face did not look evil. She wore modest clothing, and feigned innocence in everything from drugs to sex when she chose to hang out with humans before killing them. Boys were the tastiest, because they were suckers for innocent flesh, and so was she.

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