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Post by Indie Hayes on May 18, 2009 20:20:18 GMT -5
A sudden loud clatter- more specifically a succession of thud after thud after thud- shattered the peaceful atmosphere that the bookstore had going for it. Even though the ruckus had occurred somewhere at the other end of the Barnes & Noble, it still caused more than one person who didn’t even know what caused the noise to look up from their book, flinch, or jump in their seat. Or some weird combination of the three.
Among the people who jumped in their seat and looked up from their books to try and see what the hell had happened was Indie. The same Indie who now found herself very peeved as she craned her neck and tried to see over the tops of the bookshelves from her position curled up like a cat in one of the black leather chairs. She mentally cursed her height deficiency, and then cursed the shelves for being so high. With a huff, the little vampire settled grumpily back down into the chair and attempted to once again get her mind lost in a world made of paper and printed words.
But by now a jumble of other distractions tugged at her senses. Cinnamon and coffee scents stirred the air not entirely unpleasantly thanks to the café tucked into the corner. It would have been pleasant, but being a vampire anything that should have smelled appealing no longer did. Murmured conversations rang loud and clear in her ears, but the words were lost in translation until they just fogged together in a buzz of noise. Heat pulsed off of any human who happened to chance too close to her in time with their hammering little hearts; it was easy enough to imagine the blood slipping idly through the veins just below the soft flesh.
A sigh passed her lips, and the vampire closed the book with a soft but definite fwump! When she started imagining blood, it was time to put down the book called Suck it Up. Especially when said book was about vampires.
Her throat felt tight, constricted. For that matter, so did the muscles in her shoulders and jaw. It was enough to make Indie perform the unnecessary action of blinking, a confused look seamlessly taking over the passive blankness. “Wait, why am I thirsty?” she wondered, swallowing down the venom that had pooled onto her tongue. “I hunted yesterday.” [/i] It took a few minutes- the equivalent to an eternity when converted into vampire time- for the little vampire to uncoil her muscles, to forcibly make herself relax. From there it took another five minutes to coax herself into breathing again, for somewhere without her noticing she’d stopped. The scent of vampire was rank in her nostrils. “Oh God, they’re invading.”[/i] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Posting with- Alice/open Listening to- “¿Viva La Gloria? (Little Girl)” Green Day Word Count- 458 Notes- The shortness is slowly killing me from the inside. I hope you don’t mind.[/blockquote] |
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Post by Lilium Beatus on May 20, 2009 22:22:52 GMT -5
-What was Lilium doing out of the forest anyway? To say the truth, Lilly had no Idea her self. She guessed the need for some sort of entertainment was getting to strong for her to ignore. Even though Zee was mentally urging her to feed again and again when ever she was around humans, she was able to silence her second half. She had just fed the night before, on an animal as a matter of fact. Lilly was able to drain a whole Buck with out Zee escaping, and she was quite proud of that.
Zee however was of course not. I don't see why you choose to be so incompetent. Zee spoke inside her head. It's not like any one would notice if you picked a small one off....A homeless man perhaps? Zee spoke again with a chuckle. Lilly was some what happy she was the only one who could hear Zee. But the sane part of her was a bit disturbed. Today had been an odd day for Lilly. This was one of the rare times she stumbled into town, and out of forks for that matter.
She hated going to town most of the time. This was mostly because of the stairs she got, not only from her pale skin and eyes, but from her age. She hated it even more when people asked questions.
"Cherry ripe....cherry rip-" -Lilium stopped mid sentence as she heard the thud. Currently, she was seated in an overstuffed red armchair, that sat near the cafe. And in the slight light, her hair looked more like ink against her pale skin. She was dressed in a knee length black dress with a square cut coller, and a medium sized white bow on the left corner of the coller. Along with that she wore a pair of white stockings and her favorite pair of Mary-Jane shoes. She looked more like an over sized porcelain doll to tell the truth. Her burgundy eyes moved out of the Stephen king novel she was reading. She looked around. She was about to shrugged it off when it hit her. The scent of another vampire filled her nostrils.
She knew of other vampires in the area, but she never really had the chance to talk to them. In fact the last interaction with another vampire, that wasn't hostile, happened almost 30 years ago, when a member of one of her old covens decided to pay her a visit. She sat there for awhile, pondering wether or not to investigate, and with a sigh she stood up. She put on her best secretive face and headed towards a chair, closer to were the sound came from.
It was then that she noticed Indie. She said nothing but began reading her novel again, she wouldn't look at her again but she'd keep a mental eye on her, still not sure wether to approach or not. A twelve year old ,reading Stephen king, no that wasn't odd at all. -
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Post by Indie Hayes on Jun 8, 2009 11:47:08 GMT -5
“And they’re… little?” [/i] It became obvious who the other vampire was when the little girl- who looked to be eleven-ish, if Indie was being honest- sat down in a chair not all that far away from where the vampire had situated herself. Had anyone decided to pay attention to the expression on Indie’s face as they walked by, they would have either stopped and asked if she was okay or kept going while laughing their heads off. The confusion that had absorbed her features just looked out of place: her eyebrows had knitted together, her lips had pulled down at the corners to form a frown, a little wrinkle had appeared on the bridge of her nose, and her golden eyes contained a half lost, half “What-the-hell-is-going-on?” look. The feeling of questions whirling through her mind at a rapid-fire pace was just as foreign as the feeling of her features twisting into utter puzzlement. Foreign, frankly, was unwelcomed. Discretely, she glanced out of the corner of her eye to make sure that Ashton Kutcher- or the vampire equivalent of him- wasn’t hiding anywhere. It totally felt like she was being Punk’d. Many questions flew through her mind, each tugging at her mind for an answer but none of them finding anything useful in the little stack of knowledge that she knew about vampires. One in particular kept nagging at her mind, slowly gnawing at all other thoughts until it was the only one left: Wasn’t it impossible to change a child into a vampire? Apparently not, as the proof sat just a few yards away from her with a Stephen King novel in hand. Vampires just must not have bothered to let themselves get distracted while eating children, since this was the first vampire under the age of sixteen that Indie had become aware of. She just found it… unusual, for lack of a better word. Over the years, she’d met her fair share of vampires, but it had never occurred to her as weird that the covens or whatever they were called never consisted of a vampire who hadn’t hit puberty before being changed. The sudden sight of a vampire who hadn’t hit puberty before being changed was certainly weirder than it should have been. Maybe it was because said vampire looked like the work of a doll maker going through a Tim Burton phase? Or because she reminded Indie of a movie advertisement she’d seen somewhere, where the little girl was trying to kill her adopted parent’s actual children so she could replace them? Either way, a chill had slowly been clawing its way down her spine; she shivered unnecessarily. Politeness escaped her mind’s grasp at the moment, and all the words that she wanted to say died in her throat. Thankfully she hadn’t attempted to actually form the words; it would have made her look like a fish gasping for air. Instead, she contented herself with picking up a random book from the stack on the table before her, flipping open to the first page, and attempting to drown herself in ideas printed in ink rather than ones that swam freely through her mind. To put it bluntly, that attempt was failing epicly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Posting with- Lilium Listening to- The glory that is my iTunes account on shuffle Word Count- 536 Notes- Sorry it took so long! I just had no muse for this.[/blockquote] |
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