IdyllicDreamer
Dragon's Dream
Run run run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me I'm a vampire.
It all starts somewhere.
It all starts somewhere.
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Dragon's Dream
Dominic 'Dash' Viano
Honestly, once you hit a certain point in immortality there were few things that gave you as much pleasure as they might have in the beginning. Where once everything had been so new, so fresh, to the eyes of a fledgling... now it tended to get droll. A cynical view to be sure, but at some point living began to drain on the mind. You could only have so many hobbies in life before you started to question why you even wanted another.
There had been a time in his life where he played by the rules, his mortal phase. Following the societal rules and flow, drifting in the day to day as one of a flock. Boring. It had all changed when he had been turned, when he discovered just how much of the world could easily be brought to its knees by his hands. Though, his abilities to do such in the beginning were questionable. A true rebel coming out at that time, pushing and clawing at what had once seemed like second nature. Then he was wild, savage. Stupid.
Once the thrill of doing whatever he wanted had begun to settle into normalcy he had adapted once again, he began to settle back into society. A new role to play, a game to be made of it all. A gentleman, never one of the sheep but instead a wolf stalking among them. Toying with ideals, dreams, thoughts, of those around them. Taking his own pleasure from his games, and leaving ruin to individuals in his wake. That too had been fun for a time.
The longest amount of his time had been shifting between positions, role, places in 'life' to find a certain rhythm with everything. Once he had even gone back to school, that one didn't take for long though. Teenagers were just too easy. Flocking like puppies around a bone, the lack of a challenge or real hunt bored him. The college crowd was a mixed bag, with some off spreading their wings still so fresh to the world. Sitting back with some of their 'herbs' had been an interesting time, though.
He had a new flavor now, one that came about when he caught sight of hunters again. Some of them could be a concern but, after all his time, he knew most of them. Had seen them grow in a manner of speaking, watching them clunky settle through the earliest phases before developing their own style. He liked it when they had a style, that meant he could learn it, manipulate it to make challenging him absolutely infuriating. So much hate with them, a blind thing. Their anger fueled his amusement.
This situation was hardly any different with the newest one out to seek him, tonight he had even left her a present! He was far too generous at times, but it came with the job. A pretty thing he had found stumbling out of a bar, her had left her out in a typical patrol route with a couple bites on one side of her neck. With a post card taped from one side of her breasts to the other, the picture similar to that of a nearby church with a simple 'Wish you were here!'... And a bloody kiss as the signature on the back.
That church was exactly where he happened to be at the moment. Laying back in the pews, someone really needed to put cushions on these things.
Brenna Willow
There were certain Do's and Do not's that came with being a member of her family. One of the major Do Not's had a lot to do with going out at night alone, to certain parts of the city especially. Watching the moon settle itself right along the crest of the treeline as the night finally started to spread, the changing pigments of the sky as one time changed to another, it was a guilty pleasure of hers. A dangerous one, her family warned her. With her powers newly budding, her skill far from honed, she was never suppose to leave alone at this time. Yet there she was, hours from home were she to walk, laying in the middle of a college sports field. Not her college, of course. She wasn't in one.
Normally no one might have noticed a lone girl laying in the field, on a purple blanket coated in gilded stars with an assortment of oddities in a bag around her. Yet, she had one thing that would make her stick out far too much. A flashlight, a high beam flash light in fact that she had angled up at the sky, a strange thing that created its own spot in the sky. Tracing the focal point of the ray against various constellations up there, spelling them out to herself as she did so. An easy moment of tranquility that did not come often for those who roughly knew what went bump in the night.
A faint rumbling, jingle, from her back would disturb her moment of peace. Twisting grey eyes in the direction of the mixture of fabric and leather that held her belongings the creature would finally sit up. Light aimed at nothing in particular as she would rummage through it for a moment to find her device. Someone noticed she was gone, well then... Fingers hovered over the keys to confirm that yes, she was safe, and yes, she had a few charms hanging from her bag still. A wind of another kind blowing by, unfelt to many, something was afoot.
Anyone else in her family would have prepared something, readied themselves against... whatever existed too close. Instead she dropped her phone back into her bag to retrieve a notebook, and a feather with the innards and front of a pen stuffed in it. The feather in terrible shape, sad feather. Scribbling something in her book, as one does.
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Seraphina knelt before the body of the young woman, staring at the picture taped to her breasts, her sharp eyes searching for any clues or evidence that might be missed by the human police. Truthfully, she was lucky she got here first-- humans weren't equipped to deal with vampires, hence why the hunters had resurfaced. They'd always been there, hiding their identities much like the vampires did.
Not that hunters were out in the open now, either. They couldn't afford to be. To the rest of the world, they were human. Which, technically, they were. They trained hard to be able to defeat vampires, but they were just as human as the next person. Their senses were enhanced, but not because of anything supernatural, simply because they were trained from a young age to see things others didn't, hear things others didn't, etc.
Reaching for the paper with a gloved hand, Sera carefully took it off the young girls shirt. Turning it over, she felt her blood run cold as she recognized the signature. She'd been chasing this vampire for a few weeks now, and he'd slipped out of her grasp everytime. She thought she recognized the church in the picture; a quick google search confirmed her theory.
Pushing herself to her feet, she sent out a silent prayer for the dead woman before turning and heading for the nearby church. Sera wore all black to blend in with the night, except for her cloak, which was blood red in color. Lifting the hood to cover her red hair, she reached behind her to grab an arrow from her quiver, carrying her crossbow in the other hand.
Reaching the church, she paused outside of it, knowing she shouldn't be going in alone. She should call one of her brothers. But this vampire had made himself known to Sera personally, and the redhead couldn't let him live another night or kill another innocent person. Scowling, she pushed open the main doors, setting her arrow and holding her crossbow in front of her as she crept inside.
The door shut behind her, louder than she'd thought it would, announcing her presence. Cursing to herself, she immediately took cover behind the wall, waiting a few heartbeats before poking her head back out. Making her way down the hall once she cleared it for herself, she stopped at the end of it, noticing the room full of pews before her.
It screamed trap.
"Might as well show yourself, vampire." Sera spoke, her voice low yet steady. "It's over."
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Not that hunters were out in the open now, either. They couldn't afford to be. To the rest of the world, they were human. Which, technically, they were. They trained hard to be able to defeat vampires, but they were just as human as the next person. Their senses were enhanced, but not because of anything supernatural, simply because they were trained from a young age to see things others didn't, hear things others didn't, etc.
Reaching for the paper with a gloved hand, Sera carefully took it off the young girls shirt. Turning it over, she felt her blood run cold as she recognized the signature. She'd been chasing this vampire for a few weeks now, and he'd slipped out of her grasp everytime. She thought she recognized the church in the picture; a quick google search confirmed her theory.
Pushing herself to her feet, she sent out a silent prayer for the dead woman before turning and heading for the nearby church. Sera wore all black to blend in with the night, except for her cloak, which was blood red in color. Lifting the hood to cover her red hair, she reached behind her to grab an arrow from her quiver, carrying her crossbow in the other hand.
Reaching the church, she paused outside of it, knowing she shouldn't be going in alone. She should call one of her brothers. But this vampire had made himself known to Sera personally, and the redhead couldn't let him live another night or kill another innocent person. Scowling, she pushed open the main doors, setting her arrow and holding her crossbow in front of her as she crept inside.
The door shut behind her, louder than she'd thought it would, announcing her presence. Cursing to herself, she immediately took cover behind the wall, waiting a few heartbeats before poking her head back out. Making her way down the hall once she cleared it for herself, she stopped at the end of it, noticing the room full of pews before her.
It screamed trap.
"Might as well show yourself, vampire." Sera spoke, her voice low yet steady. "It's over."
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Cade could feel his body going slightly numb from being in one position for so long. He'd been crouched in this tree for over an hour, watching the little witchling across the way, laying in the center of the football field. At first, he'd been simply curious, wondering why she sat out there alone. Then he'd been intrigued, figuring she had to have some sort of shield up.
He couldn't see one, but then again, he wasn't a witch. So he'd paused in his hunt for the night, deciding to watch her instead. But since he could feel his body protesting the same position, he knew it was time to move. Silent as a ghost, he dropped his feet off the branch he'd been sitting on, then dropped off of it completely to land on the soft ground below.
Shoving his hands into the pockets of his dark washed jeans, he approached her from behind, pausing at the bleachers when he saw her reach for something in her bag. Prepared to run-- or fight-- he relaxed when he saw her pull out a cell phone. Then she dropped it right back into the bag, and started to... draw? Write? He wasn't sure, but whatever it was, she wasn't paying him any mind.
Wiping the smirk off his face, he ambled slowly in her direction, stopping when he stood a few yards away from her. "A young woman should be careful out here at night." He told her slowly, tilting his head to the side, ignoring the few hairs that fell into his face. "What are you doing out here?"
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He couldn't see one, but then again, he wasn't a witch. So he'd paused in his hunt for the night, deciding to watch her instead. But since he could feel his body protesting the same position, he knew it was time to move. Silent as a ghost, he dropped his feet off the branch he'd been sitting on, then dropped off of it completely to land on the soft ground below.
Shoving his hands into the pockets of his dark washed jeans, he approached her from behind, pausing at the bleachers when he saw her reach for something in her bag. Prepared to run-- or fight-- he relaxed when he saw her pull out a cell phone. Then she dropped it right back into the bag, and started to... draw? Write? He wasn't sure, but whatever it was, she wasn't paying him any mind.
Wiping the smirk off his face, he ambled slowly in her direction, stopping when he stood a few yards away from her. "A young woman should be careful out here at night." He told her slowly, tilting his head to the side, ignoring the few hairs that fell into his face. "What are you doing out here?"
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Dragon's Dream
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Dominic would have heard that entry with or without the sounds of the door foiling her plans, a little quirk of his lips hinting at obvious amusement. The scent of life that started mingling in the air, the steady beat of a nearby heart, the place was otherwise deserted. She stood out like a beacon, at least for him who had spent so many years of practice with his own nature. Those tricky things that made the vampires such a threat, senses, physical capabilities. It would have been a waste to simply rely on natural prowess, he needed to hone it.
When she finally stepped out, what gaining her courage, determining how dangerous this was? As if, had he really wanted to kill her it would have been done by now, the arrogant portion of his mind would suggest. The confidence in her voice almost caused a little snort, her words too. Yet he maintained his hiding place, well... That was till her last part, It's over.
"Does this mean you're breaking up with me?" It would be at that with one smooth motion, after she finished speaking, that he would sit up and droop his arms over the back of the pew, chin resting on the back of it. Looking rather relaxed there, a lopsided grin on his face, yet he was ready to move the second she tried to fire that crossbow.
"Frankly, Love, I'm not sure my poor unbeating heart could take that. Have mercy on this poor soul~" Dominic's voice rang with a note of playfulness, an obvious confidence that took centuries to perfect. The voice of a predator toying with his prey, it would be hard to tell where he may have hailed from, as all hints of an accent were gone from his voice. A speech adopted to blend in with the local culture as best as possible, an every changing fluid creature.
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The customized quill-pen would still on the page when his voice rang out, tipping her head back slightly to look at the male-creature who decided to try sneaking up on her. The winds whisper? No, perhaps not, something else she was sure. Re-centering her gravity she would lean forward once more, scribbling something new down for a beat or two before she would finally speak up, though she didn't stop whatever it was she was doing in her leather bound book.
"So should a young man when he's trying to be sneaky, coming up on a young woman from behind. Quietly, in the dark." She counted, though nothing to her tone actually hinted that she thought anything of it. For the way her words came out she could have simply been speaking about the weather, not the potential danger he might have been. Suddenly stopping once more at a thought so she could look at him again, a more studious glance rather than a cursory one. Oh, he wasn't that bad looking actually.
"It's not so bad at night, I like coming out here to sit under the stars. Listen to the wind, make new constellations, it's a lot easier to think here when it's empty." Not to mention that since she didn't really go here coming during the daytime might have been a bit of a problem, someone was eventually bound to notice, questions, more things than she cared to deal with really. Typical humans simply didn't understand, she needed more a-typical ones like herself.
"What are you doing out here?" Not a hint of suspicion from her relaxed tone, sounding far more comfortable than one should have been with a perfect stranger in the dead of night, secluded from anyone else.
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Dominic would have heard that entry with or without the sounds of the door foiling her plans, a little quirk of his lips hinting at obvious amusement. The scent of life that started mingling in the air, the steady beat of a nearby heart, the place was otherwise deserted. She stood out like a beacon, at least for him who had spent so many years of practice with his own nature. Those tricky things that made the vampires such a threat, senses, physical capabilities. It would have been a waste to simply rely on natural prowess, he needed to hone it.
When she finally stepped out, what gaining her courage, determining how dangerous this was? As if, had he really wanted to kill her it would have been done by now, the arrogant portion of his mind would suggest. The confidence in her voice almost caused a little snort, her words too. Yet he maintained his hiding place, well... That was till her last part, It's over.
"Does this mean you're breaking up with me?" It would be at that with one smooth motion, after she finished speaking, that he would sit up and droop his arms over the back of the pew, chin resting on the back of it. Looking rather relaxed there, a lopsided grin on his face, yet he was ready to move the second she tried to fire that crossbow.
"Frankly, Love, I'm not sure my poor unbeating heart could take that. Have mercy on this poor soul~" Dominic's voice rang with a note of playfulness, an obvious confidence that took centuries to perfect. The voice of a predator toying with his prey, it would be hard to tell where he may have hailed from, as all hints of an accent were gone from his voice. A speech adopted to blend in with the local culture as best as possible, an every changing fluid creature.
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The customized quill-pen would still on the page when his voice rang out, tipping her head back slightly to look at the male-creature who decided to try sneaking up on her. The winds whisper? No, perhaps not, something else she was sure. Re-centering her gravity she would lean forward once more, scribbling something new down for a beat or two before she would finally speak up, though she didn't stop whatever it was she was doing in her leather bound book.
"So should a young man when he's trying to be sneaky, coming up on a young woman from behind. Quietly, in the dark." She counted, though nothing to her tone actually hinted that she thought anything of it. For the way her words came out she could have simply been speaking about the weather, not the potential danger he might have been. Suddenly stopping once more at a thought so she could look at him again, a more studious glance rather than a cursory one. Oh, he wasn't that bad looking actually.
"It's not so bad at night, I like coming out here to sit under the stars. Listen to the wind, make new constellations, it's a lot easier to think here when it's empty." Not to mention that since she didn't really go here coming during the daytime might have been a bit of a problem, someone was eventually bound to notice, questions, more things than she cared to deal with really. Typical humans simply didn't understand, she needed more a-typical ones like herself.
"What are you doing out here?" Not a hint of suspicion from her relaxed tone, sounding far more comfortable than one should have been with a perfect stranger in the dead of night, secluded from anyone else.
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❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
Sera couldn't tell where his voice was coming from, but she did know he was somewhere in this room. Although she was human, her senses were toned and trained from a young age, and she could hear and see better than most humans. It was a gift from the gods, she assumed, to give the hunters some type of chance against the vampires.
Fixing the room with a flat expression at his comment, obviously unamused, she stood stock still until she saw him pop up from one of the back pews. Within seconds, she had her crossbow trained on him, the arrow cocked back and ready to fly. She didn't release it yet, however, deciding instead to keep it trained on him. "You're not funny."
Letting the arrow fly, she aimed for his arm, the arrow leaving a little scrape in its wake. It wasn't a kill shot, obviously, but a shot to let him know who he was messing with. "You don't even have a heart, vampire." Taking a few steps into the aisle, she lifted her head so that she could see him above her crossbow. "You need to come with me."
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Fixing the room with a flat expression at his comment, obviously unamused, she stood stock still until she saw him pop up from one of the back pews. Within seconds, she had her crossbow trained on him, the arrow cocked back and ready to fly. She didn't release it yet, however, deciding instead to keep it trained on him. "You're not funny."
Letting the arrow fly, she aimed for his arm, the arrow leaving a little scrape in its wake. It wasn't a kill shot, obviously, but a shot to let him know who he was messing with. "You don't even have a heart, vampire." Taking a few steps into the aisle, she lifted her head so that she could see him above her crossbow. "You need to come with me."
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Cade stopped a few yards from her still, regarding her back carefully. She gave pause when she heard his voice, but then leaned forward and scribbled some more before even acknowledging him. He quirked a brow in her direction, a little amused by the girl sitting on the blanket not far from him.
"It's not my fault I'm quiet." He shrugged, moving around the blanket to face her, looking down at her smooth, pretty features. Her tone told him that she didn't think she was in danger at all; there was a nativity to it that he thoroughly enjoyed. Resisting the urge to grin, he shrugged again, casting a glance skyward as she mentioned the stars. "They are pretty." He commented offhandedly, before fixing his gaze on her once more.
"I'm out for a midnight snack." He did grin now, taking the chance to plop on the blanket beside her, careful not to plop onto anything. Sprawling out, he laid back, staring up at the sky again. "Can you name them?" He asked, without looking at her. "The constellations, I mean."
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"It's not my fault I'm quiet." He shrugged, moving around the blanket to face her, looking down at her smooth, pretty features. Her tone told him that she didn't think she was in danger at all; there was a nativity to it that he thoroughly enjoyed. Resisting the urge to grin, he shrugged again, casting a glance skyward as she mentioned the stars. "They are pretty." He commented offhandedly, before fixing his gaze on her once more.
"I'm out for a midnight snack." He did grin now, taking the chance to plop on the blanket beside her, careful not to plop onto anything. Sprawling out, he laid back, staring up at the sky again. "Can you name them?" He asked, without looking at her. "The constellations, I mean."
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A little teasing grin would be what met her as she noticed him, the expression probably far too lax for what she wanted out of this situation. A proper hunt, to take down the monster that he was suppose to be. That would never be what he gave though, moving just a bit as the bolt fired, into another one of the pews then. Sitting on the back of it, one leg crossing comically over the other, one of his hands sitting over where a heart would be, the vampires expression one of mock offense.
"I find that offensive, I do have a heart~ It just... doesn't do anything." Dominic spoke, dropping the expression for a simple tilt of his head instead. Arms crossing over his chest now, with one eyebrow arched curiously. As if he were actually contemplating, for a moment, if he should go with her or not. It might have been interesting to see whatever... something was, but then again it could have just been to a place with more hunters. Confident as he was didn't mean he was completely stupid.
"Depends, are their chains, and whips~? I might consider it if I can use them on you. I promise to be gentle." Briefly, he wondered if any of them remembered him, the other hunters he had played with before. If they had written about him anywhere, how he was. Flirting around the battle field was too fun, even with some of the guy hunters. The ones more fresh behind the ears, the looks of horror he received at times...
"And please, Vampire is too formal, call me Dash~" He didn't know what she was talking about, he was riot.
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There would be a bit more scribbling, some details here and there intermixed with a swirling pattern, before she would close the book to tuck it back away in her bag. An odd thing, a couple of blinks sent his way over the snack... He was on the wrong part of campus for that, maybe a machine somewhere but... The little witch just shrugged it off instead, seemingly uncaring that he had decided to sit with her. Hey, the blanket was big enough, and it wasn't as though she went over here to completely avoid people. Just to avoid the ones that wouldn't be any fun.
"To name something is to have its power, do you want its mortal name, or true name? Though for anyone who knows the stars both are common." Something that would have sounded almost crazy to most people, Brenna simply said it without batting an eye. As if she either knew he was unusual, or have no actual sense of secrecy when dealing with someone who was not. Flashlight once more aimed towards the sky, before she went ahead and traced out The Swan first of all. Just faintly around the set of stars, as if she were instead trying to show the outline of the bird itself. Not that anything would happen without using any actual magic.
"This one is The Swan, Cygnus. It's also sometimes the Northern Cross, and way too easy." One of the bigger ones, more recognizable. Moving then to hold the flashlight out for him, looking almost... excited for a moment?
"See if you can point one out, and I'll name it!" This was fun to her, of all things.
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[div class=PostieBoxL][div class=PostieBallL][div class=PostieAvieL][/div][/div][div class=PostieNameL]Dominic 'Dash' Viano[/div][div class=Credit]Created by IdyllicDreamer[/div]
A little teasing grin would be what met her as she noticed him, the expression probably far too lax for what she wanted out of this situation. A proper hunt, to take down the monster that he was suppose to be. That would never be what he gave though, moving just a bit as the bolt fired, into another one of the pews then. Sitting on the back of it, one leg crossing comically over the other, one of his hands sitting over where a heart would be, the vampires expression one of mock offense.
"I find that offensive, I do have a heart~ It just... doesn't do anything." Dominic spoke, dropping the expression for a simple tilt of his head instead. Arms crossing over his chest now, with one eyebrow arched curiously. As if he were actually contemplating, for a moment, if he should go with her or not. It might have been interesting to see whatever... something was, but then again it could have just been to a place with more hunters. Confident as he was didn't mean he was completely stupid.
"Depends, are their chains, and whips~? I might consider it if I can use them on you. I promise to be gentle." Briefly, he wondered if any of them remembered him, the other hunters he had played with before. If they had written about him anywhere, how he was. Flirting around the battle field was too fun, even with some of the guy hunters. The ones more fresh behind the ears, the looks of horror he received at times...
"And please, Vampire is too formal, call me Dash~" He didn't know what she was talking about, he was riot.
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[div class=PostieBox][div class=PostieBall][div class=PostieAvie][/div][/div][div class=PostieName]Brenna Willow[/div][div class=Credit]Created by IdyllicDreamer[/div]
There would be a bit more scribbling, some details here and there intermixed with a swirling pattern, before she would close the book to tuck it back away in her bag. An odd thing, a couple of blinks sent his way over the snack... He was on the wrong part of campus for that, maybe a machine somewhere but... The little witch just shrugged it off instead, seemingly uncaring that he had decided to sit with her. Hey, the blanket was big enough, and it wasn't as though she went over here to completely avoid people. Just to avoid the ones that wouldn't be any fun.
"To name something is to have its power, do you want its mortal name, or true name? Though for anyone who knows the stars both are common." Something that would have sounded almost crazy to most people, Brenna simply said it without batting an eye. As if she either knew he was unusual, or have no actual sense of secrecy when dealing with someone who was not. Flashlight once more aimed towards the sky, before she went ahead and traced out The Swan first of all. Just faintly around the set of stars, as if she were instead trying to show the outline of the bird itself. Not that anything would happen without using any actual magic.
"This one is The Swan, Cygnus. It's also sometimes the Northern Cross, and way too easy." One of the bigger ones, more recognizable. Moving then to hold the flashlight out for him, looking almost... excited for a moment?
"See if you can point one out, and I'll name it!" This was fun to her, of all things.
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