Don't Trust Me (Leon)

[camille]

Camille stared at the town house, leaning against the white picket fence as she raised an eyebrow, laughing at the legends she had heard about this place. People were ridiculous when it came to this stuff, especially humans, but since she was a supernatural creature she could understand how it was really “haunted” because she haunted this kind of place. Her long black hair flowed behind her as she silently made her way up the steps towards the town house. She was wearing a leather jacket, a white tank top, dark jeans, and long black boots that softly tapped against the stone steps. Her long, thin fingers wrapped around the handle pushing the door open, it creaking from use and age.

She made her way through the dark house, moonlight casting in from every window, a staircase broadening out to the right. The foyer was a large room, a massive chandelier dangling from the ceiling, black marble tile making her footsteps slightly louder. This reminded her of some of the mansions she saw in Japan, but obviously differently designed due to the type of culture. Still, she always saw herself living in a place like this. She made her way to the right up the stairs, not bothering to find light in the building, her eyes automatically adjusting to the dark room.

This opened up to almost a hallway, a large window perched at the end, but before that, it opened up as well to a semi-large seating area. There was a small fireplace which was perched next to a window, the moonlight scattering through the worn red curtains. A grand piano sat in the middle of the room as a smile broadened on her lips. She nearly skipped over to the piano, sitting down on the middle of the bench that sat behind it, pressing her fingers to a few keys.

A horrid, but inexplicably beautiful sound flowed from the piano as she hummed. This was the type of music that could be seen in any horror movie right before something bad happened. Right now, she wanted to be the villain as always, but the chances of someone walking into the situation she was in now was rather slim, but who knows maybe she would get her wishes. She heard the creaking of a door, then and all she heard was the thud of a heart beat.

Her lips curled up in pleasure that her plan had gone towards her in favor. She continued playing the piano, continuously listening to the movements and rhythm of the creature’s heart that wandered so perfectly into her plan, just like a butterfly flew into the web of a spider.

Tag: Leon!
Words: 447!
Notes: creeeeepppy music!
Song: Don’t Trust Me – 3OH!3

[leon]

The night air was chilly but he didn’t care he was happy just wondering around. The sun had only just gone down and he was still sober, that was strange of him. He was usually hitting the bars by know, slamming back a few shots and picking up a woman to have sex with in the alley way or in the disabled toilets. He was classy wasn’t he? Instead of his usual business he was walking down the quite road with his hands buried into his pockets. As he was walking a flash of florescent lights caught his eye. It was a liquor shop; he stopped out the front and pulled out his wallet out. He had his fake ID. He walked into the shop and picked up a bottle of vodka and asked for a packet of cigarettes. The guy behind the counter looked at him strangely but then took his money without even asking to see his ID. He liked the power he had over some people. He took his items and left the store and opened his smokes and popped on into his mouth and lit it. He continued walking down the sidewalk. The supposed Haunted House was down here, the perfect place to drink himself stupid. At the thought he practically started skipping towards his new destination.

Reaching the said above destination he stopped out the front and looked up at the old creep house. A smirk dashed across his face as he made a mental note for the future, bring a girl here freaked out girls always end up being awesome in bed. After that thought he jumped over the white picket fence and walked up towards the front door. Not wanting to disturb the awesome looking spider webs he pushed the door open and climbed through, he closed the window behind him the sound of old metal grinding on more old metal sounded throughout the house, too bad if it was haunted he would have alerted all the ghosts of his presence. He looked around the dark room before him and smiled he didn’t even care to stop and have a good look, as he was bounding up the stairs. On the next level he saw a piano, a window and a fire place, not interested in any of them he scanned around for a door. The closest one was his destination; there was one to his left. He opened the door to find it was once a bedroom, a large bed stood in the centre of the room and there was a big fire place and some old dusty furniture. There was also another door to the right, a bathroom maybe.

He tossed the bottle on the bed and walked over to the door and opened it, he peeked his head in saw that he was right it was a bathroom, lucky cause he would need to pee later, probably more than once. He went back into the room and jumped onto the bed a cloud of dust rising up around him. He then sat down and cracked open the bottle of vodka and lit another cigarette. A couple of hours later he was laying on the dusty bed passed out the empty bottle of vodka on the floor. His cigarette packet still had a couple left and was sitting on the nightstand next to the bed. This was a normal situation for him, except the only difference was that he was still fully clothed and there was no drunken girl lying next to him. He was going to be pissed off when he wakes up. It wasn’t long till the sound of music entered his ears and his eyes flicked open. He sat up and his head spun a little bit, was he hearing things or was there someone playing that old piano out on the landing. He waited for his head to stop spinning, after a few moments he got to his feet and walked over to the door and placed his ear against the dusty wood. There was defiantly someone out there playing.

He placed his hand on the door handle and turned it ever so slowly and quietly, that was the easy part it was opening the door without it creaking was the hard part. He pulled the door towards him slowly but it only got a short way before it let out a low creaking sound this making his head pound against his rib cage. Who in their right mind would be in this house this late at night? The person out there was definitely not human which scared him a little bit, yes he could turn into a dog but that didn’t mean squat say up against a vampire or something of the like. He would have to either transform, get the hell out of there if this person wanted to harm him, he was just too intoxicated to fight and he never really was much of a fighter, his small build was to blame for that. He slowly stuck his head out of the open door and looked down towards the piano at the end of the hall and saw in the darkness that it was a woman; long dark hair flowed down her back. His libido wanted to step out and charm this woman but his head was saying there was something strange about this woman and he stepped out into the hall with caution. “Hello” was all he was able to think of to say.

What's on your mind, boy? sorry hope its alright
Who is this baby for? Camille
What's the word on the street? 921

[camille]

Camille continued to hum as she felt the presence come closer, her eyes closing for a moment as she allowed him to move closer. The keys became deeper as he moved towards her before she swiftly ended in an elegant trio of notes. Her pale fingers gently rested on the keys as she allowed the silence to set in between them. The smell of alcohol flooded the air along with the smell of the being, his heart steady and strong as she just closed her eyes, listening to the melody that sung all the way down to her dark soul. There was always some story to tell by each of her prey’s hearts, as if their beat was able to speak of who they were. Then, he spoke with a small hello, and all she could do was smile as she stared at the moonlight that cast down on her appearance, lighting her face, illuminating her cheekbones as she slowly turned to gaze at him. Every man and woman that she had held some sort of relationship with had told her she had some sort of heavenly beauty, and for them, it became a blessing and a curse. This would be the last thing they saw, that they could touch, or even feel.

“Hello,” her voice held amusement, but was a bit sweet as she just stared at him, her eyes raking up and down him. “What’s a beautiful thing like you staying in a place like this, this late at night?” She asked him, raising an eyebrow and just staying in her spot. Humans always had a way of walking into trouble at the wrong time, but she figured she would rather end their fear and their suffering that they now faced. She studied his expression, attempting to decipher the mixed emotions. He seemed slightly on edge by a sort of tenseness he had in his posture, but there was calmness to how he presented himself. Most people were fools, but some of them had courage to face something frightening. Camille was indeed a frightening creature, one of beauty, but one that costs so many people their lives and their blood. He was beautiful in a dark sort of way and she wondered if maybe he was slightly of her own nature. He had the most beautiful skin, something she wanted to touch and she would touch if she so pleased.

She stood up and in a flash was standing behind him and leaned in and whispered, “You never know what is lurking about at this time of night.” She almost brushed her lips against his ear, her fangs prominent as she slipped in front of him, allowing him to take some time to gaze at her, but just enough time. She disappeared once more to him before balancing herself on the railing of the stair case. “Come with me,” she beckoned him forward as she sat down on the railing. Some people knew right away to start running and those were fun, but some of them came so easily into the hands of death and danger, that she became sick by the willingness.

tag: Leon!
Words: 525!
Notes: hope mine is alright
song: Don't Trust Me

[leon]

Leon stood there after he spoke not know what the hell was going on. The air in the hallway was clouded with dust and it made him feel like he couldn’t breathe, of course it was all just in his head. His eyes were trained on the girl sitting at the piano. Time seemed to stand still, his eyes scanned over her, he tapped into his wolf vision, it’s really the only good thing about his ability, he could see in the dark and he could see a mouse scurrying across a field in a snow storm. Finally she moved turning around on the little seat, the moon light danced across her face she was rather pretty. There was something about her that made his heart pound against his ribcage. He felt like he was going to pass out. He needed to calm himself down, how much of an idiot would he look if he was to pass out. He wouldn’t tell anyone it was because of her, his excuse would be he had way too much alcohol for all those that knew him would believe him as it was a usual weekend thing for him.

She then said hello and her voice was like a small breath of wind, she was a very strange character indeed, she was defiantly not human, but what she was he just hadn’t quite figured it out yet. Leon wasn’t much of a fighter, he really never got into many situations where he had to fight expect for when he had a massive dude after him cause he had just slept with his girlfriend. He had become a pro at getting his clothes on quick smart and swan diving straight out the window and down the street before the dopey lug has even made it out the front door. He was just too small to get into fights. Thankfully for his unique bone structure he wasn’t as fragile as he looked but still he didn’t like getting messed up in a fight. Leon watched the strange woman in front of him, he was relaxed now his animalistic senses taking over for a moment. There was no immediate threat right now, she was messing with him. Which he didn’t have a problem with he loved it when girls messed around.

A small smirk raced across his lips at her next question. She obviously didn’t realise that he was different, being a shifter it was harder for other super naturals to pick up on his uniqueness, he hadn’t changed in a few days so the scent of dog was probably long gone, and besides he wasn’t sure what this girl was, perhaps she didn’t have a great sense of smell. “Maybe I should be asking you the same question” he said a small smirk still in his lips. She then was up and behind him in a flash whispering something in his ear, he wasn’t even listening he was too intrigued by her, he really only knew of one creature that could move with such speed and elegance, a vampire. She then slipped in front of him her fangs just visible under her lip. He was right she was a vampire, he wanted to chuckle so bad as he knew she was going to try and lure him, so she could feed off him, but he couldn’t be taken that easily his animalistic nature was to thank for that, it keep him safe mostly.

His gaze followed her to the hand rail that lined the staircase an amused smirk on his face, he liked watching her float around the room like she could fly, and it was something he had always wanted to do but was never graceful enough to pull it off. Then she spoke and again he was right she was trying to lure him to his death, typical vampires always having to kill someone. They can’t just have a normal conversation with someone without it ending in blood shed. It was why he didn’t mingle with many vampires; all you wanted to do was have a good time and enjoy yourself but no they have to put a downer on the night and kill someone or do something sinister. He stepped away from her and lent against the dusty wall and followed his arms around over his chest. “Nah, I’m good where I am” he said smirking. He shouldn’t toy with vampires but they shouldn’t just assume everyone was human.

What's on your mind, boy? sorry it took me forever
Who is this baby for? Camille
What's the word on the street? 747

[camille]

Camille raised an eyebrow, taken aback by his sudden challenge. Most people did not mirror her questions at her, and after a moment, her lips quivered up into a smirk as she gazed upon him. There was something different that she was beginning to notice about him, her arms crossing over her chest. She studied him, wondering what was going on behind the scenes. People were so mysterious in their own ways, and there was a way that he chilled her to the bone. “Hmm, intriguing,” she merely stood there her grin widening as she just shook her head. “You’re different, aren’t you?” She meant it as a hypothetical question, something she knew she must dig for as she knew him, if she continued to know him and by this first meeting, she might. If people interested her, they became a sort of obsession, not in a creepy way, okay, maybe slightly creepy, but she let them go eventually. She was not going to allow this boy to be any different.

She gasped, not too surprised that she was shot down again, her long, thin fingers tapping melodically against her arm as she stood up straight. Not too many people denied her but obviously he saw into her schemes. Part of her told her that he might find a way to slip away unlike anyone else, and she felt like she might allow him to. She honestly was a bit stuck on what to do, knowing she knew he had to be supernatural of some sort because he knew, or he had the sight. “Well, since you know what I am, I guess I understand that you will not give into me, but what are you?” She asked him, staying propped up against the railing, her arms dropping to her side, playing with a few strands of hair. Camille never slowed with things like this and she was unsure because rarely was she put on the spot like this.

Camille studied him now, her eyes narrowing, admiring his appearance. There was something people had to realize about Camille, that she was strongly promiscuous and she was bold. Maybe it was a cursed combination because you could make or break a relationship that way. She was used to taking her chances though and maybe he would be interested in the same thing. “Hmm, well, since you seem to know me so well, this might not surprise you,” she said, stalking over to him, standing in front him, her strides very graceful. She always seemed to prop herself up like she was powerful.

She admired his beautiful face, a small, adorable smile on her lips. She leaned in and kissed him, her hands coming to rest on his cheeks as she deepened the kiss, tasting his lips. She knew she was taking a long shot with this, but when you lived forever, you could move on easily and there were plenty of fish in the sea as they said. Her fingers gently moved down, resting on his chest, his skin gentle and soft beneath her fingers. She was gentle with human-like creatures and she was pretty sure he was not a human, but maybe he would surprise her.

Tag: leon
Words: 536
Notes: interesting, eh?
Song: don’t trust me

[leon]

Leon knew that not all vampires where the same there were a few out there that didn’t kill when they feed and they didn’t think about seducing an innocent and bleeding them dry. But clearly this vampire in front of him wasn’t one of those vampires that did things differently. She had only been in his presence for a short while and already she had tried to get him to give in to her. No thanks, he wasn’t getting bitten and feed off tonight and he was defiantly not going to be left for dead. Leon enjoyed life sure and he enjoyed the simple pleasures that came with it, like sleeping with a random girl and drinking himself stupid and smoking a whole packet of smokes and even finding somewhere that sold the perfect burger. He didn’t fancy having sex with vampires because they just want to bite your neck apart. He smirked a little bit as she said that he was different. Clearly he wasn’t normal otherwise he would have given into her instantly and would probably be laying in a ditch somewhere fighting for his life. He wasn’t stupid, he wanted to believe that this vampire wasn’t just one that enjoyed feeding and killing and that was it. He wanted to believe that she was capable of loving.

After all she was really hot and he didn’t want anything more then to see her naked but if the price was his blood or worse his life then it defiantly wasn’t worth it. No way. He watched her as she leant against the rail. Ha, cleaver girl she realised that she wasn’t going to get him to do what she wanted him to do just why playing some mind trick, she would have to make him do it by force, he really hoped that she didn’t as he was really hung over and just wanted to sleep it off. But he was right to think before that she couldn’t actually tell what he was as she asked him what he was. He cleared his throat it was only fair that she knew what he was as he already knew what she was, she had made it pretty obvious with the whole moving fast and showing her fangs briefly and trying to get him to succumb to her. “What a cleaver vampire you are, you are right I won’t give into you, even though I am a mere shifter I still have some self-control and dignity. I don’t have much but there is enough” she said never looking away from her. He needed to watch her every more just in case she decided to attack him. After all vampires did have very small attention spans and got bored easily.

He watched her with great interest, even though she was a vampire he didn’t want to judge her so quickly, she might be a big softy underneath all this blood lust, but he doubted it. But like his mother used to say don’t judge a book by its cover, you got read a little deeper to know who a person is really. His eyes narrowed at her words, she was completely wrong he knew nothing about her only that she probably wanted his blood and use him for sex. He couldn’t talk because he did that to woman all the time the only difference was he didn’t drink there blood and leave them to die. He watched her as she stalked over to him, he knew what she was going to do, because she was a vampire and nine times out of ten vampires where all the same. She then reached up and kissed him, he didn’t kiss her back even though it took his will power not to kiss her. But he didn’t want to give into just in case she did make a meal out of him. He stepped away from her, her touch only a memory on his skin. “You vampires are all the same” he said looking up to her, “Seduce, feed, kill am I ]close?” he said folding his arms over his chest, he either really needed a smoke or he had to shift.

What's on your mind, boy? Gah he is just so difficult
Who is this baby for? Camille
What's the word on the street? 698

[camille]

Camille listened to her words, calling her clever, she had merely ignored them. Now, after he was telling she was the same, it seemed like some sort of joke gone sour in her mouth. A flash of pain crossed her face as she was stereotyped to the same group, probably rightly so, but she was not trying to kiss him for his blood. She just turned away from him, not saying a word which was unlike her. There was no way to deny what was the truth in most cases because she had a slight feeling that he would just laugh at her. There were battles she picked that she knew she would easily win and then there were battles she knew were complete failures if pursued. A seriousness overtook her expression as she just silently walked over to the window that overlooked the view of the park, her side resting against one of the edges of the window. She did have an ego and it stung to be denied, but it stung more when you knew what you were and that being a blood harvesting monster is all you would ever be.

She remembered a time that William, her past and first lover had told her that she would hunt the same way, that it would be her nature. That was all she ever learned, like a brainwashed Nazi. It was like right to her and there was no more left or wrong. She still loved William, even to the point that she adored him, but now that she wandered away from him into the real society, she only came more into contact with it, but it built or broke down what morals you had left. William also was very manipulative and saying that she had to accept this or he would deny her and he would let her alone to find out for herself. Tears stung in her eyes, forming a small droplet which she never usually had. She was always very quiet about things that pained her and she hoped that whoever this was was not watching. A sick taste rested in her mouth, the foul taste of iron that rested in the blood. Her fingers slipped along the edge of the mantel, just wandering as she tried to think about how to word this.

”You’re right,” She said, her voice not confident, but cold and broken. “Although, most of us don’t have a choice, it’s this or death. I grew up only knowing what you stereotyped us as right there. That is what my mentor taught me. He’s all I knew when I first woke up, all I ever could trust. It hurts to think you’ve damaged so many people’s lives, yet it’s like an addiction that you can’t ever rid of because it will kill you. I’m not saying it makes it right, it’s the reason some of us do what we do,” she said, her heart aching as she turned, looking at him, holding back the tears that made her eyes look glossy. She just walked back softly to the piano, once again playing the deep tune as she just watched her fingers move swiftly from key to key. Most people assumed vampires didn’t feel, that they were completely cold, but right now, Camille couldn’t do anything but feel.

Camille needed to leave, tears rolled down her cheeks in a scarlet color as she jumped swiftly from the banister and fled from that mansion, her body feeling more empty than ever.

tag: leon
words: 555
notes: different side of camille for you..
song: don't trust me