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[dream5]

There honestly wasn't that much he could do now. Now that he was off work for awhile from being a resident and getting his specialty in Emergency medicine. At least he knew it could come in handy if he should ever witness an accident and need to help someone. Personally he knew that with the hospital though, there were always blood bags, and he could always just take one if he needed to. Not tonight though. Hell no. He was hunting and on the prowl, and he was ready to feed. Usually moderately lighter eyes showed the darkness boiling beneath them, he wanted to know who he could feed off of. He'd most likely kill the estranged human, therefore he needed to pick someone the police wouldn't make a big fuss about, someone who was a nobody. Someone like him. Needless to say he wasn't completely content being along all this time, but he had become adjusted to it. After more than 500 years on this Earth, he knew what pain felt like to lose someone close, especially after Charlotte and Elizabeth, and his son, James he had with Charlotte. The male refused to let himself fall for another moral if he could avoid it. Then it got too messy and he had witnessed multiple immortal supernaturals over the years fall in love with a mortal and either find a way to die themselves with their supposed "soulmate" or find a way to turn their soulmate. He took the easy route. Try to never meet this supposed soulmate. It made everything so much easier than to have to worry about things like that. Things like that, making him worry weren't on the top of his priorities list, nor would they ever be. He hated worrying about someone else besides himself, and call that selfish, but it just made life so much easier to get through. Plus he didn't need to worry about his significant other smelling blood on him after every time he fed, unless they were like him. If he were able to find another like him, then maybe he'd consider letting himself open up. Though he highly doubted it. Love was just a flicker on his radar, it rarely showed itself.

His internal monologue was depressing to himself in a sense, and with his hands stuffed deep into the pockets on his jeans, he allowed himself to become immersed in all the scents he smelled on this boardwalk-esque place. It wasn't a bad place, especially for hunting. Even if it wasn't the best, it was still the first place he had come across and he had witnessed a few bums around here once before, if they hadn't already been picked off by another vampire. Eyes flashed though when he caught the scent of alcohol and the mixture of obviously not having bathed in awhile. Goodie, he thought to himself, he could get a bit of a buzz with the alcohol in that man's system. Though upon further inspection, the guy also had a bit of a disease thing going on. Forget that, he told himself, promptly walking away, eyes darkening to a deep black as he did so. He absolutely refused to feast off someone if they had something wrong with them. Granted vampires couldn't get anything, but he'd rather not put his taste buds through that. Then, a gleam appeared in his eyes when a girl, probably about his age - that he appeared approached him, smiling coyly and announced her name, Sheila. With an accent. He flowed with it, lying about his name, telling her it was Adam, and they spoke. Basic, failed stuff, about how she had come here to America to try out becoming an actress.

That much he could tell easily hadn't happened. That meant her family was across the ocean. Pausing, the vampire sighed, she didn't seem like she'd taste horribly. As his thoughts ran over each other, he realized just how much of a monster he was, as he always did before he went to feast off someone. He was a blood-sucker, someone who had to survive on killing other people, or finding a consort. Sheila he knew he wouldn't have her be his consort, but he did need to eat, and she had made herself available. Muttering an apology in Vietnamese, the vampire drew the dark blonde into a side alley, and started to kiss the girl who much to his surprise - responded easily. She giggled when his lips rested on her neck, her blood pounding in his ears, the smell of it was so tempting. His fangs began to elongate, making sure no one was looking, his eyes turned pitch black, before he jerked her head to the side, and sharp, lethal teeth sunk into the girl's neck. There was a bit of a yelp, nothing to raise anyone's alarm, as the blonde vampire sank to the ground with the girl in his arms, her life force fading with every gulp. The vampire had needed to eat, and once he had finished, he fell back from it, making sure to have kept his shirt clean, as well as his jacket. Blood caked his lips as he panted, rolling his head back. The rush felt absolutely amazing as it always did. He sighed heavily, before setting the girl nicely on the ground, making it appear as if she had been mugged, throwing her wallet into a nearby trashcan, he didn't worry about finger prints. He was "dead" to everyone.

Stepping away only after having cleaned himself up, the vampire's fangs vanished the moment human eyes could see him. He could feel the guilt and shame wash over him as if it were a shower he was standing it. One hand fell into his pocket as he shook his head slightly, running a hand calmly through his short blonde hair. That was so good, and he could feel the adrenaline, the rush pumping through his body now that he had fed and sated himself for the next few days. Shivering slightly, he then pressed on, hardly realizing he bumped into another girl, and refused to mutter an apology. His hard shell was returning after he ate, getting defensive if anyone should dare to approach him. He would waste his time here at least, figure out what he could do with the eternity he had stuck on this earth, feeding off others' blood only to survive.

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[helena]

Helena liked the city. Only because it took away the memories of the countryside that she had lived in one hundred and sixty years ago. Now, she could not stand anything to do with the country side, so she liked to travel as far in the city areas as she could. She moved stealthily within crowds of bodies, the pulse under everyone's necks like a calling to her. And even though Helena was a heartless killer, she needed to maintain her image, and she needed to be careful about who she killed. She didn't want to be suspected of killing 'innocent' human beings, and let's face it, if Lena chose to be careful about who she killed, who on earth would suspect her? She was very innocent looking, with soft brown hair, nice clothes and freckles on her face. She look cute, but when she turned to killing mode she became sexy and dangerous, and unless she was going to kill someone, they wouldn't suspect anything merely seconds before it happened. Helena loved having that kind of power, it made her hungry for more, and so when the dark side won the war, she knew that she would be able to do as she pleased, but for now she would just have to be patient, and she had been patient for almost one hundred and sixty years, so she could wait a short while longer.

Lena was so glad that over the years she had learned how to turn her feelings off. So now, every time she killed, she did not have to feel guilty about every drop of blood that left a humans body, and she honestly pitied the vampires that did feel guilt. there's no point in feeding if you won't enjoy it, and if you feel guilt, then you wont enjoy it. And Helena not only liked to enjoy her food, she also liked to play with it. She looked around for possible prey, strained to keep her fangs under control in a crowd. There were just so many lovely, sweet blood vessels that she could sink her teeth into, that she could taste, and feel the hot liquid running down her throat. Make the pain last for the human in the most cruel of ways, because she knew that the removal of blood from the body was painful as hell, Thierry had showed her that first hand, and in a away, she was thankful to him to have shown how satisfying other's pain was. She felt a smile grace her lips, it lit her face up, and made some of the passers by, mainly men, look at her curiously, wondering why she was so happy.

That's when she smellt it, full blown, the smell of fresh blood, leaking from a vein. She knew that smell, it was the one where another blood sucker was feeding, and that made Lena smile. She walked in the general direction, in slow steps, wanting to see who it was. She probably didn't know them, but no harm. The scent led her into an elley, and she stood there, just watching the process of the vampire taking the girl's blood out. If she was anyone else, she would have though 'poor thing' but now, she was just thinking that the guy had good taste, choosing a pretty young thing. They always tasted the sweetest. She could feel her fangs sliding out, but she kept her mouth shut, and made sure that he would not notice her. When he had finished, she rolled her eyes and set her expression into a glare because he was one of them. The ones that had 'a heart' and felt pity for their prey. How pathetic was that? She shook her head softly, and stepped out into the middle of the alley. The guy was tall, blond and had a nice body. She hadn't seen him around, or rather vice versa, seeing ash she had not been here for long, so that was no surprise.

She started walking slowly in, not quite sure of her intentions. He seemed to be distracted, and she just carried on walking in a straight line. She was itching for a fight, she didn't know why, but she knew that right now she needed something to let her strength out on, and the perfect chance came when the vampire bumped into her. He didn't say a word, just started stalking off, and with a glance she saw that he had covered the murder well. Making it look like a robbery, but her limbs and muscles were still itching, and they were quite far in the alley for no one to notice, so she sprang at him, which she was sure he wasn't expecting, and used her vampire strength to puch him to the wall. She was aware that she didn't know the strenght of the oponent, for all she knew he could be must stronger than her, but she would find a way to get out of a situation that made her seem weaker. So, as she had him pressed against the wall, she smiled threateningly, her eyes turning from bright blue to a very dark blue, her fangs glinting. 'Has your mummy not told you to be polite to ladies, and apologise if you bump into them?' Helena said ever so sarcastically, with a rush of the fight that she hoped she had caused.

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[dream5]

With the wallet taken care of, the vampire didn't have much to worry about with this. He had noticed over the course of his few years being back in the States the media would still talk about this "gruesome" murder but wouldn't give that many details about it, as the fact that someone had slaughtered another human. Well he wasn't human in a sense, so he didn't worry too much about that. The blonde glanced back towards where Sheila was. Pity rushed over him, but he knew that when the blood lust did come, that he never regretted it till only afterwards. During it, hell no. During it he would kill anything he could get his hands onto, maybe even other vampires. He knew that for a fact back in the 17th centuries or so when he had hunted down the remainder of the coven that had dared to slaughter his loved ones. His mother first, then his father a few decades later. His father had been the one to turn him, but his mother always had refused to be turned. She loved both of them so much, but in the end she had wanted to die, saying she was meant to die, she hadn't said anything about his fate, but he had already known his fate by that time. He was doomed to wander this earth as a member of the undead and to feast off the living when he needed to satisfy his thirst for their delicious, sweet blood. To humans he had heard it tasted metallic, like from the accidents he witnessed in the hospital, they hated the smell or the taste of blood, vampires - they loved it. Craved for it constantly. Unless they were like him now, where he had just eaten. He was stronger to begin with, due to his age and being a male too, but after having eaten a whole human, enhanced it more.

Not to a bloody ridiculous strength, but enough to where he knew if another vampire a little older than him brought a fight, he could hold his own or possibly win, depending on the others' experience. Another one younger, they'd be like a twig to him, depending on their age. The nice thing about being an older vampire was not having to worry about dying as easily by the hand of another vampire, due to the older a vampire got, the stronger they got. Except newborns, they were always as strong as a 500-year old vampire or something, as far as Spencer had heard. Nevertheless, his thought process was briefly changed and interrupted when the girl he bumped into, seemed to have been approaching him - almost on purpose. Either way he refused to apologize, as his pride and ego flexed themselves in his mind. The vampire suddenly grunted when he was slammed against the wall, the bricks giving way slightly to the force of his indestructible body and the other vampire - who turned out to be the girl had thrown him against it. Sighing, light blue eyes gleamed and he chuckled softly at her sarcasm, before arching an eyebrow, then throwing himself forward, pinning the brunette by his body and the wall, having turned them around so now she was at her back against the wall. Pinning her hands momentarily, the blonde vampire inhaled slowly, narrowing his eyes. She was one of him. An undead, a vampire. Couldn't be very old, as she had been easy to move.

Either way, he heard her comment, and decided to mess with it, his thick English accent he had reacquired over the years came out, "Hasn't a pretty thing like you been taught not to walk alone when there are so many things that go bump in the night?" he purred, his own fangs unsheathing themselves to match her own that had appeared. He lowered his head slightly, eyes never leaving hers, before the vampire then backed off the brunette, rolling his shoulders slightly, "You were the one who was making the straight line for me, so why should I apologize?"

[/color] Another reason he just didn't mutter a sorry and walk away, was because she had mentioned his mother. He hadn't ever been much of a momma's boy, but her death had been in his arms, brought by another vampire, like this girl. A soft snarl rippled from the vampire's throat before his fangs vanished and he huffed, before turning on his heel, continuing deeper into the alley, goading her in a sense, "If you're so adamant, then I apologize."[/color]

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[helena]

In the past, Lena had loved to just jump someone and get into fights. It made life fun for her, and it was absolutely no different now. She could feel that the guy was older than her, maybe by a few hundred years, and she knew if this turned serious she would probably have only a few advantages over him, but she wasn't scared. The bit of adrenaline that she got from fights such as these made life more fun for her, and because she was small she was faster, and could fit in through smaller gaps, so she also had a chance at winning such a fight. She felt herself grinning when he spoke to her in his very English accent. The guy seemed really ticked off, and she seemed more predatory than before, but she was sure that his conscience would get the better of him, and she knew that from experience. Most vampires that had that nagging conscience were weak, they would maybe try to fight her, but if they saw she was losing, they would back away so quickly, and feel guilty, and Helena truly found that just so pathetic.

She wasn't one bit surprised when he had shifted his weight so that she was the one that was standing with her back to the wall. He was older, therefore stronger, but also weaker. "I'm not scared of the things that go 'bump in the night' nor do I apologize, when you can do it for me." Helena said quietly and menacingly, with an arched eyebrow, and she was sure that if she wasn't a vampire it would have looked very funny, but now it was serious, and she was confident enough to pull a face like that, because she wasn't scared of this vampire. Not one bit. Sure he had changed it so that she was the one that was pushed to the wall, but that gave her no excitement, and she was beginning to wonder whether she chose the wrong person to please her sick fancies. Maybe, maybe not, but she was sure as hell make the most of this and try and get some action here.

Then all of a sudden he snarled and let her go. Just like that. He was more pathetic than she had first anticipated. She felt herself laugh shrilly, and look at him with amusement in her eyes when she laughed. "Well, that was rather pathetic. You scared you can't take me on love? I'm sure that's the most action you're gonna get with an attitude like that." Helena cooed with a smirk playing around her lips, just goading him. She remained int he position that he had left him in, looked at her nails in a bored expression. No man liked to be called weak, or made fun off, and right now she was enjoying herself. He seemed to be just too serious for his own good, and not that she cared, but she was sure some conflict would liven his life up a bit, he doesn't look like someone that would get any any time soon. That made her chuckle, and she averted her gaze sideways to look at him, and see whether he would carry on walking away or come back and take her on.

Helena liked this kind of thing. She liked walking around, causing havoc and chaos for people like him. It was more amusing than doing nothing, and he was too weak of a soul to not feel guilty for whatever he does to her, even if she is as cruel as she is. Though, of course, she can't know that for sure, and his age would show and he would kill her. What a laugh would that be. She had gotten herself in such situations, that she got herself a bit in too deep, that it took some effort to get out, but Helena was quite cunning, and situations like that didn't seem too much of a problem. She can get herself out of most situations, and this one was going to be no different.

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