Tonight I'm Lovin' You (Izzy)

[camille]

Camille pushed through the crowd, shoulders bumping with thousands of others as music pounded against the confines of the building. Her hair was curled up into tight spirals and pinned to one side, dark make up shadowing her eyes. Her dark red lips were parted slightly as she took in the salty smell of sweat encasing her, countless hearts beating quickly in unison, and the sweet aroma of blood. The corners of her lips curved up into a feral grin, her fangs poking out slightly. She straightened her tight red dress that hugged her curves down to mid thigh. She approached the middle of the club, a bar in the center of the room; the repetitive tapping of her black high heals following her.

She gently leaned against the counter, her nails racking against it as she waited, a few strands of black hair falling over her shoulders. “A coat hanger please,” She said as her brown eyes rested on the bartender who was as well a vampire, one who she had become familiar with over the years. He brought her back her drink as she downed the shot easily, a bit thirsty for something else, not having had her meal for a while. She closed her eyes for a moment, listening around the room at the constant voices, the beating of each heart. She rose to her feet and slipped through the crowd swiftly, her footsteps going completely silent as she became a mere blur.

She stood in front of a human, someone who looked lost, but almost enchanted by the picture that lay before him between the beautiful creatures and the hypnotizing music. She approached him, confidence in every stride as she whispered, “Come with me.” Her voice was soft, a purr in her tone as she turned on her heals, her finger tips slipping through his, pulling him through the crowd. She began dancing with him as she gazed at him, the human grinning, thinking he has won a prize for the night. For a few minutes they danced, her back to his front, as she felt his warm lips come down as they tickled her soft skin.

She grinned, her hand coming to rest on his neck, her fingernail pressing into his pulse point feeling the flow of blood push through his veins. She pulled his neck down, turning her head towards him before her fangs played against his skin. Her fangs pierced his skin, blood trickling onto her lips and down her throat as she heard the man gasp, her lips curling up into a smirk against his skin as she covered his mouth, luring him into a corner where they could be more alone. “No need to scream, lovely.” She felt him struggle, but his attempts were worthless. She continued to feed on him before someone rested a strong hand on her shoulder, but it was too late, the human slumping to the floor as she let him go, turning on her heals.

Tag: One of Izzy's Characters
Words: 499
Notes: Sorry if it's not that good, I'm not the best at starting threads.
Song: Tonight I'm Lovin' You - Enrique Iglesias.

[dream2]

To be honest he told himself as he parked his car in front of the club, he wasn't entirely sure why he had come. He'd been invited by another teacher from the school for someone's birthday, another teacher of course. He was just glad the student they taught were all under 21, therefore reassuring him he wouldn't need to be seen with a bunch of hammered faculty members for the weekend by a student. Blue-green eyes darkened slightly as he then locked his car, and headed inside, nodding to the bouncer as he slid past. It paid to never change in age sometimes, once the bouncer or someone recognized you. "Bonjour."

[/color] he greeted the bouncer in his native tongue, slipping into the bar. At least they shouldn't be here too long, for he knew for a fact one of them was a light-weight, which meant that within about thirty minutes, two would be gone. Wonderful, the immortal thought calmly to himself. Adjusting the black shirt he was wearing, he then ran a hand patiently through his hair. He had told Ellie this morning, letting her know that he was going to be busy tonight with some others from the school for a party and such, so he figured she was probably doing homework at his place, after all - he'd given her a key. He only found it all right, after all they'd been together for - a year coming the end of summerish. Grinning boyishly at this thought, he'd need to think of something wonderful for the woman. Yes, he'd definitely think of something, or perhaps give her two options, either way he'd be sure to think of something. As he then relaxed with a few of the other teachers, all of which happened to be older than him, the young male paused, spotting a familiar aura. It couldn't be. A knowing smile fell on his lips.

Nodding to the bartender, he placed down a 100-dollar bill, "Here, cover mine and their's till this runs out."[/color] the girl shrugged behind the counter, going with it as the Immortal clapped the birthday celebrator on the shoulder, "Happy birthday again, man."[/color]

The guy, already on his third drink by the time he'd arrived, the Immortal shook his head slightly, "Take a cab home, yes?"[/color] Bill, a co-worker and a fellow teacher grinned stupidly and nodded, then slurred, "Coooursssse, Chrissy." Then he chuckled, thinking that had to be the funniest thing in the world. Grimacing slightly, he shook his head, forcing a humorless smile onto his face, "Have a good one, next round or two on me."[/color] he nodded gently, before turning around, eyes narrowing as he searched for that aura, and those thoughts he recognized immediately. The Immortal strode towards the now pair, and grimaced. Ah, feeding time. Wonderful. And in public, even better. Blinking in mild surprise, he then walked up to the familiar brunette, and clapped a hand on her shoulder. He didn't worry about her biting him, after all he got hit by a bullet and it didn't really hurt him, and he figured his blood couldn't taste all that good to a vampire anyway. Course he had also never bothered to ask. Noticing the human slumping already, Christian sighed softly, before looking down to the male who happened to have been this vampire's victim. "Hello, Camille."[/color] he greeted her, the name sending a pang down his spine.

It was very close to the name of his first lover and wife, Camila back in the B.C. times, though Camille certainly didn't look like her except for the dark hair, and that she was a vampire - Camila hadn't been. His jaw tightened slightly before he then frowned as he noticed someone glancing their way, he mused, "Too much to drink."[/color] the guy shrugged and continued on his way, and Christian gave her a light look, "Haven't I told you before not to do that in public?"[/color] he flashed a teasing smile, before offering a hand to help her into a straighter posture from where she'd been slightly crouched on the floor. "It's good to see you again, Camille."[/color] The Immortal and Camilla had been....together for awhile back when she had been about 100 years old or so. Tilting his head slightly, Christian then glanced back to the club, before looking back to Camila, even if this was a hot spot for supernaturals, that still meant there were humans here - like this sorry guy. The immortal, probably the oldest being here shifted lightly before offering to the woman, "Perhaps I can interest you in a drink? I'll buy."[/color]



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INSPIRATION! The Killers
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LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers
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[camille]

Camille jumped as she saw Christian, for a second feeling like her heart got zapped to life, "Hello." She smiled wide, her fangs poking out before she looked at the man who was gazing at them, a feral grin on her lips as she waved at him. She raised an eyebrow, "Hmm I do recall, but you know me that I don't listen very well. Besides, they don't remember much, especially with alcohol in their system. Besides, you, mister, need to have some fun," she poked at his chest, smiling as he helped her up onto her feet. "Thank you, dear," she said, pushing her hair back. Camille knew so many of the people that were ancient around here like herself, but she guess that Christian was of a much older sort. He had never quite mentioned his age, but she could guess that it was much older than herself. She knew it had to be something to cringe at after a while, but for her she stopped counting on it so much. Age that is, such a curse for humans and vampires as well when you could do nothing but watch the years constantly fly by.

"I'd love to, thank you," She responded as she gazed up at him for a mere moment. She linked her arm through his and led them both forward in a sense, but she was always like this. "How have things been, dear? I haven't seen you in ages it seems like," She asked him, gazing up at him slightly worried that maybe she had missed quite a bit. She did have old friends, it was just hard when you knew you were going to live forever, and sometimes you moved on from those you are so close with. Hence it is a continuous part of life. Christian was special though, probably became her closest and first real friend when she arrived from Japan. Camille had changed since she had first met him that long ago. She was shy, closed off, and cold, but after a while, she found her hesitation towards opening up to be rather boring and useless in every way. She felt like she had lived in a shell at first.

For this reason, he was like her older brother. He constantly seemed to watch over her when she did something like feed in public, but he did not get upset when she disobeyed anyways and was stubborn. Part of her knew he was slightly protective, but she was usually able to take care of herself. He was also an immortal which meant he could technically hear all of her babbling thoughts right now. Part of her was always slightly skeptical of someone digging through her thoughts, but she also knew that it was in a sense positive because it was a blunt way to get a point across. As they approached the bar, she found two empty stools, gesturing to the one next to her.

[dream2]

The Immortal gave the vampire a strained look. "Yes, but I was a cop, the supernatural cops get to make up some fun stories to cover up what happens when they get reported."

[/color] he gave her a teasing smile, looking down to the man slumped on the ground. Reading through his thoughts quietly, Christian was satisfied. Didn't look like the guy was going to remember much, right now he seemed to be having a little dream-type thing going on, including rabbits. How the hell that happened he wasn't entirely sure, nor was he going to worry about it. Upon the vampire poking him in the chest, Christian clutched that spot as if she had jabbed him and it hurt, "Ow, that hurt Camille."[/color] he chuckled softly, and nodded, acknowledging her thanks she gave him when he held up her politely with a quiet hand. Light eyes scanned over the scenery as he then heard her agree to the drink. Wonderful. Their arms linked naturally, and the Immortal walked with her, falling silent for a moment when she inquired about how he had been, having not seen each other for ages. "Wonderful, as I'd prefer to have a drink with you than...the original people I came here to see."[/color] he cringed slightly, knowing she'd probably catch his eye movement towards the two lightweights and a few others. Christian shook his head slightly in dismay, before he shrugged at her inquiry. "Pretty good, summer's started so I'm technically unemployed till early September."[/color]

Eyes lightened somewhat, Camille felt like a sister, despite her being a vampire and over 1,000 years younger than him, but to them, that was...nothing. More like just 10 years. Nevertheless, Christian enjoyed her company, she felt like a little sister, like his original younger sister back in Rome. "I've...met someone."[/color] he flashed an eager grin, silently showing how joyous he was, "Her name's Ellie...about to actually go on a trip to Italy."[/color] Christian's smile faded slightly. Though he adored Ellie, she was also human. That meant she was so easily hurt, not only emotionally, but physically as well. Christian knew things would work out - they had to. Tilting his head towards Camille, he questioned, firing it right back at her, "What about you? Been traveling at all?"[/color] Running a hand through his hair, Christian ordered a En Las Ronchas, before letting Camille decided as he questioned, "Well, ages to humans, that is, I suppose what you mean?"[/color] The Immortal grinned deviously, as he glanced around, picking out the humans from the crowd based on their thoughts and their auras. They were easier, their auras always looked a little different based off supernaturals'.

Hearing her thoughts, Christian grinned, "Which means that I'd like to meet your boyfriend."[/color] he chuckled in response to her thinking about him like an older brother. Of course he'd assume the role, he loved Camille like the little sister he had lost. Keeping an eye on her, helping her with her thirst and giving her a reason to keep on going. Shifting in his seat at the bar next to her, Christian then frowned slightly, before he nodded to the bartender as the man brought them their drinks, before heading off to attend to other customers at the bar. Holding up his drink for cheers, the Immortal spoke, "To life, and living the hell out of it."[/color] Christian smiled slightly, as he let her make her own little part, before they clinked and he took a light drink. Keeping a curious eye on Camille, he mused, "How long have you been in this city?"[/color]


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INSPIRATION! The Killers
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LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers
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[camille]

"Well, vampires have to eat, but I bet you liked some of those stories. Did you tell them some cat bit them or something?" She teased at him a bit and remembered him telling her he had been a cop which reminded her that he probably had been absolutely brilliant at it, especially with those powers of his. In a way, she was envious of him and how much more he could do which he could probably easily see, but that came with being evil and having a lust for any power she could get her hands on. She laughed with how he reacted to her poke and just smirked up at him, shaking her head, "Mmm, well maybe I should bite you next time." She laughed coldly as she looked up at him, wondering how his blood tasted. She had never tried the blood of an immortal because either it would be completely heavenly or bitter because of the lack of their souls. Many immortals that she knew were cold hearted, much like vampires, but most vampires did not get a choice to condemn themselves.

She gazed at where he was staying and raised an eyebrow, "Well, dear, what would you do without me?" She asked, laughing softly as she leaned her head against his shoulder for a moment, missing this in a sense. "Oh la la, and yet you don't seemed so thrilled. Darling, what's wrong?" Her eyebrows furrowed, surprising herself by the amount of caring she felt towards him. She wondered if she was truly evil from the inside out or if she was going soft, but she knew that she wanted to be herself and to be free and if this is how she felt like she was supposed to react, she would. "Oh, I haven't really, but I found a mansion I live in. After you return from your trip, you ought to come visit every once in a while. It's not too far from here," She said thinking about where she now lived with a smile, finally finding a decent place that she might even call home in the time to come.

She gasped at Christian, "Excuse me! Who said I had a boyfriend? I'm very picky darling. Don't you remember?" She teased him and laughed a bit, holding up her drink and toasting as well, "To friendship, in finding the ones that will FOREVER be by your side," she laughed, emphasizing forever in a cruel type of joke. "I honestly don't remember. It's been a while now. I don't keep count anymore, it just makes me feel old," she said, wincing as she took a small sip of her drink.

tag: christian c:
words: enough
notes: none
song: tonight i'm lovin' you

[dream2]

Christian gave Camille a humorless look, "Ha, ha."

[/color] he wrinkled his nose and shrugged, "Most of the time they sustained other small injuries, so sometimes we went with an actual snake, needless, anything."[/color] blue eyes gave her a light look, "Though I do suppose it could be worse, your fangs could be bigger and therefore make it all the harder. Though being as small as they are, we can't just say, it was a pair of nails or something."[/color] Christian shrugged, he didn't care anymore. That life was behind him. He had "died" as that cop and then upon moving here decided to get back to his roots of being a teacher. Camila had sort of been one, more or less teaching the people in the cities some Latin along with their Spanish to help them get by with the Roman Empire they lived in. Christian by that time had fortunately known Latin and Italian, which could fortunately be compared to the popularity of English today. If one didn't know English, you had better learn it fast. Camille's words interrupted his internal musings and then commented on her biting him next time. Raising an eyebrow towards the dark-haired vampire, Christian mused, "Have you ever bitten an Immortal?"[/color] he chuckled lightly, "I'm not entirely sure if you'd like how I taste, dear Camille, as I don't think, being around for as long as I have, that my blood could be the best."[/color] Well, it could be, he was still alive after all. Unless blood was like wine, the older it got, the better it tasted. He certainly hoped not, though he knew vampire fangs could pierce his skin, he knew things like a knife couldn't, probably because the knife wasn't supernatural, and didn't have the strength a vampire's teeth had.

The Immortal then scowled as she asked about his relationship, not sounding too thrilled. Remaining silent, he wasn't sure to go on about Ellie. About the whole mortality and immortality problem they had. Wrinkling his nose slightly, Christian nudged Camille with his shoulder, "She's human."[/color] he stated simply, his tone saying it all. Those two words explaining it all. Ellie was human, through and through, but she was also his soul-mate. Fate certainly had a sick sense of humor, bringing people together only to rip them apart eventually. something Christian wasn't willing to do. Narrowing his eyes slightly, Christian looked to Camille for a moment, "We're...looking into options."[/color] he smirked lightly, though remained silent, telling her silently he wasn't going to tell her all of what they were thinking. He had a few ideas up his sleeve about it, as he didn't want Ellie to forfeit her life, her mortality for him, he went with the second option. Check with Antonia, see what she could do to help them, as when he last spoke with her through Skype (along with Maria there in the background), the witch had been experimenting with turning an immortal, or anyone immortal to mortal, stripping them of their power. How-ever it would work, he was willing to try, and he planned to let Ellie know about it when they got to Rome, Italy. Suddenly hearing Camille's invite about coming and seeing her, Christian chuckled and nodded, "I'd love to as long as you'll have me."[/color] he grinned.

"I'd say I have like a...big house, but I also have a stable. So if you ever would like to go riding, I have some horses."[/color] Christian offered. Ellie had already gone riding with him before, so he'd just make sure to let Ellie know that he would be hanging out with an old friend, someone like a sister. Though he wasn't too worried about her worrying, besides she was there a lot, at his place, something he rather enjoyed - a lot. Laughing as Camille mentioned being picky, the Immortal shrugged, "Just checking."[/color] Nodding with her little cheer thing, she was always interesting. Curious. Christian eyed her curiously as she spoke about her age and such, and then being here. Rolling his eyes about her comment on her age, he wagged his finger, sipping his drink, "Ah, you're not that old, Camille. Trust me."[/color] Course he knew her age was around 500, but he knew he had never told her his actual age. It was something he only revealed to a few people, mainly because he knew he was one of the first Immortals of the world, having been here for so long. One of the originals, he knew. He was just fortunate he had never had any children who became immortals, though he had only had...two throughout his life. Either way, Christian looked to Camille, "Then what do you do here?"[/color]


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STATUS! complete
TAGS! camille <3
NOTES! <3
INSPIRATION! The Killers
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LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers
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[camille]

Camille smirked slightly as he gave a few examples of what stories he had told, “Perhaps, but there are always excuses for everything.” She thought about that, knowing not much was impossible in this world that everyone was so simple, especially humans. Mostly the supernatural caught them by surprise and dragged them into situations that brought them to their deaths. Then, he obviously did read her thoughts and she just growled, giving him a deathly glare. “Get out of my head Elias! Or I might find out very quickly.” She scoffed at him, completely serious now. Even though he had the power, now she changed her mind that she felt like it was a major violation. Although if she had the power, she might as well be doing the exact same thing which in fact made her a hypocrite, but everyone was a hypocrite now weren’t they? “And you never know, sometimes vampires who are far older have a great taste, almost like excellently aged wine.” She said in a poetic voice as though she was dreaming in a sense. She loved wine, just the look of it, the smell of the alcohol, and the elegance made her smile. “It would be an interesting theory though. We can find out if you would like?” She raised the question with a completely serious expression before she grinned like an idiot and laughed, wondering if she would ever have to and hoping she would not have to do that because she knew he would offer it up to her. She held back a sigh, looking away from him, wishing sometimes she did not have people she cared for and knew people who were far more independent and wicked than she was that would deny any closer relationship.

Camille listened to him, knowing what those two words meant. She imagined he was completely attached to this woman and this made her mentally cringe just wondering how that had to be like. She just remembered when she left William how much it hurt her to leave and how the faint deep emptiness still reminded her every so often. “I’m going to play the devil’s advocate and ask you if this is best for her and if she wants this?” She wanted to bring this up because she cared for him, that if this didn’t work out on his lover’s end of things, that he would fully understand he has to let her go, despite how much it hurts him. “Because if she gives herself away to you, but then changes her mind. You have an eternity of pain dear. If she truly wants this, then it’s worth this. I know you won’t leave her side. I can see this already,” She smiled, wondering if she could appreciate true kindness like she did now. Maybe she was growing soft like she had moments ago. “I think I’m going soft, ugh,” she said, disgusted partially by it, it leaving a sickly feeling in her stomach. Then her expression brightened at his comment and then her eyebrows furrowed, “Are you planning something that would make me despise you forever?” She challenged him with a deep expression, crossing her arms over her chest playfully.

“Ohhh, that would be wonderful. I’d definitely join you for that,” She smiled as she just laughed at his comment about her not being that old. “I’m old for old darling. But you must be ancient, although you still do look stunning,” she said, having to admit his decent looks despite the fact that he was like a brother to her. His next question made her think about what she has truly made of her existence. “Oh dear, I’ve just been hunting quite often. Trying to find my place as usual. Attending parties. Experiencing many relationships, if you want to call them that,” She knew Christian had to know that she was a bit flighty when it came to relationships because they were maybe a few weeks of one person and just sleeping together, some were just one night. It probably sounded bad to most people, but once you were 500 years old, your morals changed and even diminished from time to time. She stopped caring about other people’s opinions about her a long time ago.

tag: christian
words: enough
notes: none
song: tonight I'm lovin' you

[dream2]

Christian could see her point. Everything did have a reason, and there could (most likely) always be an explanation for everything. Well, except possibly the supernaturals. Shrugging, he gave her a slight nod to show that he agreed. It made sense, so he couldn't do anything to refute it. Sipping on the drink, Christian straightened his torso before then hearing her yelp and demand for him to get out of her head. Laughing lightly, Christian held up both his hands for a moment, "I had to address it, Camille. It's so much work to turn it off....or dull your and everyone's thoughts."

[/color] Though most of the time if he just focused on the conversation at hand, that was usually the best. Then the voices, desires and secrets all just became...background noise. Fortunately Immortals - over time developed speed, stamina and agility only achievable by being on this earth for as long as some of them have - him included. Keeping a keen eye on the vampire next to him, he tensed slightly upon her mentioning older vampires liking the old blood - like wine, and then her commenting on them testing it. Hell no. Shooting her a light look, only a half-attempt really, Christian spoke, "Please...no."[/color] he commented gruffly, "I could only imagine it would taste horrible or taste just...wonderful. I prefer horrible though, make sure that I won't need to worry about it."[/color] he chuckled slightly following her own laugh, eyes noticing the people he'd originally come with starting to gather their things. Light-weights, they were probably going to head to a strip club or something. So not his scene. Even if he didn't need to really worry about seeing anyone there, it would be his own conscience that told him no.

Sifting through his little batch of emotions, Christian heard Camille start to play the "devil's advocate" - he hated it when she did that. She played it quite well too - probably didn't hurt with her own experience he figured as well. Looking away from her for a moment, facing towards the back of the bar, correctly in his stool there, Christian scowled slightly, and spoke, his voice loud enough so only Camille could hear, "We've talked about forever, but I think our definitions can be a little different. To me it's either a mortal life with her, or eternity on the earth with her. I don't care either way. We...thought about...so to speak, not being together, didn't really work out."[/color] he gave her an impish grin, "Didn't last that long, needless to say, it's weird not to be around her."[/color] Christian shrugged, nudging Camille, "Right now I'm fine, I got my little sister here."[/color] he teased. Chuckling as she spoke about going soft, he wrinkled his nose and shrugged, "I think it would depend on your definition of soft."[/color] Christian didn't mind her alliance, she hadn't done anything to him or anyone that he knew personally, and therefore they remained friends. Even though he was Neutral, their alliance and morals probably were much more different than most other friends - supernaturals thought, fortunately his species seemed to be able to get alone with everyone. Vampires had their werewolves. "Oh, now why would I do something intentionally - to make you hate me?"[/color] he grinned deviously, before quickly wiping it off his face.

"Good, I can let you know when I plan to take them out again, I've been training one of the newer ones I have for endurance riding, she used to be a good show horse, so I'm going to see how she'll do. I have a few you could pick from, but I get the new horse."[/color] he spoke, even if the horse couldn't hurt Camille - most likely - he wasn't taking the chance either way of her getting bucked off the new one, and he'd much rather hit a tree or the ground than Camille - even if it wouldn't hurt either one of them, he'd prefer it be him than her. Just because. Though as she mentioned her age then him being "ancient," Christian wagged a finger at the young - in his eyes - vampire, "Hey, the only thing ancient are the ruins I grew up around."[/color] Christian's eyes darkened slightly, preferring not to think of his childhood, as it just harbored the memories that people now-a-days, ones like Ellie could only imagine. The pain and suffering of disease, the glory of the republic, wars, romance, betrayal, excitement, everything he'd grown up - all the myths circled around the beginning of the supernaturals with Rome and Greece. "Here's a tip, my native tongue is Latin."[/color] he hinted, then added about her with her social life, "As for your social life, I'm vividly aware of it, I'm just checking to make sure no one's giving you much of a problem."[/color] He fell silent though as she mentioned multiple relationships. The Immortal quieted then, thinking it over. Camille had the better luck out of the two of them. Why? Vampires didn't need to worry about losing their emotions.

Christian and other Immortals did. If they didn't experience all the ones they wanted weekly, then they could lose them. Become....just a person walking around without a care in the world, no love, no hate no...nothing. He hated that thought. He hated the thought of not feeling the passion and love he felt for Ellie, the passion for helping others, the desire to be able to try and keep defusing the war as best as he could. Caring for friends, caring for those who have become like family through the years, such as Antonia (though she was literally family, his grand-daughter), and Camille, though Camille was immortal, so that made it a little easier. Glancing back, he noticed the guy she had bitten earlier stirring, coming to eventually. Keeping his back straight, Christian looked to Camille quietly, "Just keep an eye out for yourself. Give me a holler if anyone's being obnoxious."[/color]


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STATUS! complete
TAGS! camille <3
NOTES! <3
INSPIRATION! The Killers
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LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers
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[camille]

Camille hit his arm once more, growling playfully, “Excuses, excuses, Christian.” She mocked him and laughed as she shook her head playfully. Maybe it was merely impossible to shut out all of their thoughts, everyone’s in the room. It must drive him mad sometimes, but he never seemed in pain from what she remembered. Hearing people’s thoughts could evenly be a blessing and a curse. There were some thoughts that hurt yourself, but then again, you could hear every bit of truth in them. His words made her smirk a bit as she gazed at him, “Well, dear, let us hope it would never come to that and even if it did, I would be careful with you. Probably the only person I would be gentle with.” Her eyes rested on him completely serious, as she hoped that it would never come to this. She knew herself and if it came down to it, she might force it upon him. It was in her evil nature to just attack anyone with blood. She looked away from him, knowing he probably would hear her thoughts of this as well. “I’m probably not the best person to be a friend of, much less considered a sibling. I’m not…caring usually when it comes to needing blood. I’d like to say that I can promise I won’t ever attack you if it came down to it, but I can’t,” she said, her voice harsh and to the point. Blood was like an addiction that if you let go of, it would kill you and she knew that if she did not feed regularly she would lose control of herself. She just stared at her drink, her lips forming a flat and tight line as she ran her fingers through her hair slowly.

When they moved onto his relationship, it took her mind off of her own problems as she just listened intently to his words. “Alright, as long as you both talked about it, even if your definitions aren’t the same,” she said looking at him, speaking merely from experience even though she never truly loved any human because she knew the risks. “And oh I don’t know, you tell me?” She challenged him with a mischievous smirk at his comment about him making her hate her. Her hands moved against the glass softly as she just took another drink, feeling the warmth of the liquid slide down her throat. She wondered how being tipsy felt, but she could imagine by watching humans who had taken more than they could handle. She studied Christian now, wondering if she could ever hate him, but I think it was possible to hate anyone, no matter how much you loved them to begin with. There were always exceptions though which made her kind of sick to think about it because they did not apply to the majority of the situations. Abuse, rape, betrayal, break ups, lies, etc. They were all reasons people hated other people, but she never felt hate for anyone, not in the true sense of the word.

“Alright, thank you. Sounds great!” She said as she smiled softly. She laughed at his reaction to her calling him ancient. “Fair enough,” she took another drink from her glass. “Yes, aren’t you just special? And a bit of nerd.” She teased him with a smirk at the fact he knew Latin at his main language. Although, she knew how it was to have a completely different native language, hers was Japanese and she had not run into many people in this city who spoke it. It was quite sad really, but Latin has not been spoken for ages. “And alright, well thank you for keeping an eye on me,” she said as she smiled again. Then he said something else, her eyes then glancing towards the awakening man who she had bitten. A shriek resounded through the bar as her hand made the glass shatter from suddenly squeezing it hard. Blood rolled over her hand, but the cuts quickly healed as she sighed out, “We better go.” She knew if the guy had remembered something about his bite that he probably just discovered, she might be a clear suspect soon enough. She hid her hand and looked around, everyone glancing over at the man, the music still going in the background.

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