Dacian
Vampire (A)
Creature of the Night
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Post by Dacian on Dec 15, 2009 0:40:53 GMT 1
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/Tigeress/Random/postscripts/daci.png][bg=000000][atrb=style,background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding: 220px 65px 65px 65px;]The night was wearing on. The sky was nowhere near to lightening, but it was the very early hours of the morning, and nobody but the creepers were out and about. Dacian was one such creeper, and after leaving his vigil of the Hog’s Head for the night, he was characteristically hungry.
Sniffing around the streets revealed a distinct lack of food, and the only heartbeats he could find were tucked up safely in their beds, protected by their thresholds. Huffing, the vampire was patrolling the far end of the main street when a movement caught his eye. A flash of red and a shadow darker than the rest. As if pulled by a magnet, he went after the movement, his feet as quiet as possible on the cobbles.
He caught the heartbeat as he approached, and he frowned. It was strange. Slow, as if asleep. A sleep walker? He turned a corner and caught a full view of the person. A well dressed for the weather sleepwalker? Dacian was not bothered by the cold, and he wore only his dark slacks and black dress shirt, sleeves rolled up past the elbow.
He lifted a hand to run though his hair, stone-cold fingers just as chilly as his scalp. How bizarre. She moved quickly for a sleepwalker, and things were not adding up. He took a sniff of the frigid air, and his frown deepened. Either she had been spending far too much time with a vampire (a victim? – it might explain her slow heartbeat if she was recently drained) or there was something more about this girl than he had originally thought.
She had certainly caught his attention, and he followed her at a distance. He wanted to get closer. If she got inside and across a threshold before he could catch up, the unanswered questions would be bugging him all day. The woman/girl (age still undetermined from the rear views he was getting – nice rear though) wore something black, and that flash of red was a scarf wrapped tightly about her neck. Her legs were pale, her flowing skirt showing a generous amount of calf, her coat only covering her clothes to mid thigh. She must be cold. And those heels – it was a wonder he hadn’t broken her ankle on these cobbles.
Dacian found himself drawn closer, her scent a strange beacon. That vampire on her was not one he recognised, but it mixed oddly with her human base scent, as if the two were related. She had recently visited an undead sister, perhaps? Whatever the reason for it, it was not an unpleasant mix, and he took a deeper breath to catch more of it.
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Dec 15, 2009 10:32:06 GMT 1
Licking her lips, Sephora dropped what was left of her dinner, letting the body of a man slump behind the dumpster. He would wake up sometime in the morning, with no idea of how he’d gotten there. It was her first proper meal she’d had in days and boy was she glad to have it. The lack of blood in her diet, even for a few days, made her irritable (well, more than usual) and ravenous. Her temper was paper thin, and the overall effect was unpleasant and incredibly distracting.
Stepping out onto the deserted streets of Hogsmeade, she had a quick raincheck - making sure she hadn’t been overly messy. Satisfied that any blood stains had been removed or avoided, she started heading back to the Three Broomsticks and her room, heels making clacking noises on the pavement. She didn’t hurry - there was nothing really to do. Such was the curse of someone who pretty much operated on a nocturnal schedule. Walking out her in the cold night air was probably going to be the most exciting thing she did until work the following evening. How sad was it that the thing she was most looking forward to in her life was her job at a strip club? Very sad.
She considered heading over to the Hog for some more of her favourite wine - something she’d probably been drinking too much of lately. Being idle was not good for her health. But at this hour of the morning they were most certainly shut. Where was the fun in that? She figured she could pop over to London on the Floo network, but she didn’t like using it that much. A town like this needed more entertainment.
An owl hooted somewhere overhead, and she turned her head to glance behind her. The street was empty, and silence along with a thin cloak of fog surrounded her. Was it just her or had something moved? Figuring that she was just being paranoid, she turned back the way she had come and started walking again... a little faster this time.
She refused to look back at all for a time - she hated that she was scared enough to fear being followed. But that was the exact feeling she was receiving right now - like there were eyes staring into her back. Maybe she needed to see someone - she was becoming more and more paranoid by the day. But what was she going to be able to tell anyone? ‘There are vampires coming after me because I’m a half vampire’ sounded just a little crazy. Then again, lately she’d been paranoid for good reason.
Sephora spun around - had hand reaching inside her coat pocket for her crucifix. A dark shadow was standing further back down the street, and her stomach gave a lurch of fear. She told herself to calm down - if it was a human she could handle them. Her main fear was that her stalker was a vampire.
“What do you want?” she demanded, maintain her distance. She didn’t want to get any closer to it, whatever it was. When someone was following you at this time of night down a deserted street they obviously didn’t mean you well.
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Dacian
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Creature of the Night
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Post by Dacian on Dec 15, 2009 21:43:39 GMT 1
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/Tigeress/Random/postscripts/daci.png][bg=000000][atrb=style,background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding: 220px 65px 65px 65px;]Dacian admitted a little surprise when she suddenly turned and looked directly at him. Her reflexes were impeccable. He should have learned from experience that not running away when women spotted him first was the first mistake, usually leading to a lot of pain. Typically, Dacian made no such attempt to flee, and instead drew up straight and had a good stare.
She was well proportioned, from what he could tell under such heavy clothing. If her calves were anything to go by, she would be quite lean under those layers. Her face should have been another cause for concern, but naturally it just intrigued the vampire. He had never seen a human quite that flawless. The only women he’d seen with such perfect features were far from human. If it weren’t for the heartbeat, he’d think she was a vampire.
He couldn’t help running his tongue across his fangs, she was looking more appealing by the minute. What did he want? He cracked a slow smile – fangs hidden by his lower lip. It was fairly obvious what he wanted.
He could see her rummaging for something in her coat. A wand? Pepper spray? Neither would do much more than irritate him unless she knew the right spells. A crucifix would be another matter, but he very much doubted she had something so archaic in that jacket.
The predatory gleam in his eyes probably haven given away his intentions, he tried to play dumb. Surprisingly, and to the shame of the human race, it sometimes worked. “Want? Honey, the dark is getting to you. What are you doing out alone so late?” He held up his hands, palms out. Unless she had supernatural vision as well as preternatural beauty, she wouldn’t be able to see the silvery scars littering his arms, and the tail end of a dark burn peeking around his forearm. Lucky she was just human, right?
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
Posts: 145
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Dec 16, 2009 8:06:53 GMT 1
Her stalker jumped - seemingly surprised that he’d been spotted. Well, maybe she wouldn’t have been able to make him out as clearly as she could were she human, but she still would have seen him. Her fingers closed around the cool metal crucifix, and the familiar unpleasant feeling similar to that of a small electric shock entered her fingertips.
At this stage, Sephora was still unsure of what she was dealing with. She didn’t like the way he was looking at her - the idea that he may have just been coincidentally walking behind her fading rapidly to be replaced with the certainty that she was being followed. Maybe she should listen to her instincts more often. She tried to scent him - to work out who and what he was, but he was too far away and the air was too still.
“I like the dark,” replied Sephora curtly, standing up a little straighter. The guy was creepy, and she was beginning to think he had less than pure intentions. “And I could ask you the same question.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly as he held out his palms, which she managed to pick out were covered in very nasty looking scars. And they didn’t look normal either. They were strange - unnatural. She shuddered to think of what sort of spell or weapon might have caused them - along with the beginnings of an ugly burn scar. What sort of a person put themselves in situations that allowed them to acquire such injuries? She shuddered, whether it was fear for what sort of person the mysterious man was or the fact that he’d survived them she was unsure. She wanted to get out of here.
“Who are you?” she demanded, considering the merits of legging it up the street, or even to the nearest doorway. Surely some wizarding family would be more than happy to offer shelter to a distraught girl who was being pursued by a dangerous stranger? Provided he was human she should have been able to outrun him easily. Only she couldn’t be sure - he could be yet another vampire out late looking for a meal just has she had been doing. If Dom was anything to judge by, her half-and-half system provided good camouflage as a human until another vampire got too close.
The problem was - if she wanted to be sure about what he was, she was going to need to get closer. Something she intended to avoid at all costs. For the moment, standing her ground seemed the best option. She just needed to keep her cool - there was no reason for her to get hurt. She was far more prepared than she had been with Dom - she had her crucifix and she had Silas if this guy did in fact turn out to be a vampire. She was so not going to become vampire fodder.
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Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Dec 17, 2009 14:51:25 GMT 1
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/Tigeress/Random/postscripts/daci.png][bg=000000][atrb=style,background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding: 220px 65px 65px 65px;]She was highly suspicious – naturally – but he didn’t appreciate the extra challenge that posed. He wanted to find out more about her, and distrustful women were unlikely to share helpful information. Huffing, Dacian began to drift closer, strafing so as not to approach her directly. “I like the dark too.” He replied, following the line of her gaze to his arms. The nearest streetlamp was a fair distance away, her eyesight couldn’t be that good. He dropped them to his sides, hands held in loose fists.
“My name is Dacian.” He supplied his name without thought, which was perhaps something he should learn to stop doing. The vampire’s staring was getting a little more intense, as there was something about her that just niggled at the back of his mind. Either he was just that hungry, or his instincts were picking up on something that he just couldn’t place. Definitely not a werewolf, definitely not a vampire. But not quite human?
Nah, he was just imagining things, he needed a good meal, and this girl was it. His staring continued, and he stepped forward, though it was more of a stalk than a walk. His eyes were focussing on her neck, and he was shedding creepy vibes by the bucket load. He was judging the distance, calculating how far she was, and how best to capture her. The prey usually wasn’t looking at him when he slipped into hunter mode, but he made no attempt to seem genial now.
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Dec 24, 2009 4:33:00 GMT 1
Sephora became even more twitchy as the man began to move closer – she wasn’t hungry and therefore had no use for his interest. His dark words only served to agitate her further, and the option of running was becoming more appealing by the second.
She jerked slightly at his name. Something about it was incredibly familiar. Like she knew him, but didn’t. Perhaps she had heard it somewhere. There was this niggling feeling in the back of her mind telling her that she needed to remember who he was, but that last crucial bit of information was missing for the moment.
She thoroughly disliked the way he was looking at her – and goose bumps rose along her arms, having nothing to do with the cold weather. It was creepy, and regardless of the fact she would likely be the victor if it came to a race or a tussle, Sephora found herself intimidated and mildly freaked out. She wanted the safety of her room, right now.
“Stay back,” she warned as Dacian took a step towards her, although it was far more predatory and malicious than a casual stride. She recognized it as similar to her own hunting pace, and the hairs rose on the back of her neck. Tempted to try and scare him off by baring her teeth, she thought better of it. If he wanted a piece of her he deserved whatever was coming to him.
His eyes were calculating, and as a hunter herself she could tell he was sizing her up. This had gone way beyond her comfort zone, and she was going to return the control to her side of the playing field. With one last parting glance at the overly creepy Dacian, she darted off down the street in the opposite direction at a flat sprint, closing her hand more tightly around her crucifix should things take a turn for the worst.
She wasn’t sure, but she personally thought she was quick for a half vampire. Not that she’d had anyone to compare herself to, but she’d always been fast, even as a small child. Although, whether that was early signs of vampirism remained to be seen. Her heels only hindered her slightly – sure they shortened her stride, but since everyone ran on the balls of their feet it was unlikely to change the outcome of a race between her and her stalker.
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Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Dec 24, 2009 7:55:38 GMT 1
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/Tigeress/Random/postscripts/daci.png][bg=000000][atrb=style,background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding: 220px 65px 65px 65px;]‘Stay back’, she warned, and Dacian smirked. Throwing words at him was about as ineffectual as throwing feathers. She took off running, and though it was expected, it was no less inconvenient. With a sigh, he ran after the little witch.
He was not on top form, but damn, she was fast! She rivalled some top athletes, and in heels too! There was that niggling feeling that all was not right with this girl, and Dacian put all his energy into racing past her. He should be able to catch her easily, but with the combination of her speed and his unusual lack of it, it took more effort than it should to overtake.
She was certainly no witch, she’d given no inkling of magic, save for the insane speed she was capable of. A werewolf might show some athletic ability, but she did not smell like werewolf. What other creature had supernatural speed? He was coming up blank. He really needed to do more reading rather than getting into trouble.
He slid a little on the cobbles as he came to a dead stop in front of her, fanged smile triumphant. The vampire was ready to grab in case she tried to dodge, and all his attention was her neck, not her hands; a stupid and potentially lethal mistake. Whatever this girl was, a taste would solve the mystery.
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Dec 24, 2009 8:35:00 GMT 1
Still running full pelt down the street, Sephora tasted victory. There was the slightest sound of pursuit, but it was so faint that it must be miles back. The first inkling that she received about her perception being wrong was the when a light breeze past her and then the form of her stalked materializing right there in front of her. No human could have kept up with her at the speed she was going, even in heels. Which left only one conclusion. Fuck.
Skidding to a sudden halt that brought her directly in front of him, Sephora grabbed out her crucifix lightning fast, since she’d already been holding it. Terrified and scared, she realized now – much too late – where she’d heard about Dacian before. Silas had asked whether she was in cahoots with him the day after they’d met. His tone of voice had led her to believe at the time he was not fond of Dacian to say the least. And any enemy of Silas, who was her boss and she trusted him at least, was no friend of hers. Not to mention the fact that he was a vampire.
He was sizing her up once more, bloodlust that she could now recognize written all over his features. If that was what she looked like before she snacked on people she suddenly felt sorry for them. She slashed at his face with the crucifix, thinking that next time she would definitely have to organize a cruci-stake. Already she was beginning to see her mistake in not carrying one, and she would have to rectify the problem if she actually survived this.
The metal crucifix glinted slightly in the low light before connecting with his lower jaw. The blow had some force behind it, but Sephora knew that the real punch would come from the crucifix’s holy value.
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Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Dec 26, 2009 10:40:05 GMT 1
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/Tigeress/Random/postscripts/daci.png][bg=000000][atrb=style,background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding: 220px 65px 65px 65px;]And that’s when Dacian learnt for the millionth time never to trust pretty brunettes. He was lunging for her throat when he caught her palm heading for him out of the corner of his eyes. A slap would have been ineffectual, but the sight of what she held in that dainty palm was not. He barely had time to register what was about to happen when the crucifix hit his jaw.
He released her and fell sideways instantly, screaming throatily. The smell of burnt flesh was instant, as was the pain that threatened to consume his entire face. His jaw was seething in burning agony, and his old wounds suddenly flared to life. The burn on his arm was the worst of it, his back and shoulder stung with the old memory of that pain, and even the ache in his neck became unbearable.
She could have staked him in that moment when he was completely blinded by the pain, but he fought through it, opened his eyes to glare. It was an agonising moment before he could force him limbs to work, and her dragged himself to hands and knees. His jaw was on fire, but he could thank the higher powers that it was not the worst holy injury he’d sustained in 600 years.
He managed to stagger to his feet, but despite the hunger now clawing at his stomach, he could not get any closer to the girl who’d just done him this grievous harm. The crucifix was hanging unobtrusively around her neck, to his eyes, glowing with a righteous fury that a creature like him should dare to get close to something so holy. Dacian lifted his upper lip, growing under his breath. What he wouldn’t give for a bite of that girl right now.
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Sephora Forrest
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Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Dec 31, 2009 15:30:16 GMT 1
She was held fast by the much older and stronger male vampire, but his grip loosened immediately when her (now trusty) crucifix contacted with his cheek. His screams of pain were like music to her ears - well not really, they were quite unpleasant, but the point still stood - and a victorious if still slightly scared smile crossed her face. She’d been confronted by a full vampire, an older one too by the looks of it, and she was still standing!
The pungent odour of burning, crisping flesh made her crinkle her nose in disgust. Peering down at him with a now defiant expression, she raised an eyebrow in amusement - the shape of her lucky charm was seared into his angry, red and enflamed flesh. Shame Jesus didn’t more defined muscles here - it would have made for some pretty funny looks that was for sure.
Any sympathy she might have felt for smashing him in the face and burning half his jaw off was easily brushed away however when he raised his head to glare angrily at her. If looks could kill… Still, she returned his gaze coolly. She did not feel sorry for anyone who tried to eat her. Or kill her. Or eat and kill her. Or for creepy old men either.
He dragged himself slowly to his feet, agony clearly written all over his features. Her heart jolted a little when he looked at her ravenously, and she brandished her cross a little more vigorously, warning him back.
“Come any closer and you’ll get the same treatment,” she threatened, her confidence diminishing by the second. All the same, she figured she was more than a match for any vampire now. Not only did she at least half their strength, but she could also hold the weapons that would burn their very skin. Not that it was without discomfort, but it was quite obviously nothing compared to what it could be.
She took a nervous half step back, and was tempted to bare her own fangs at him, perhaps to try and fool him that she was simply a full vampire who’d had a recent meal. But she knew that would never work, for she smelt far too much like a human for that plan to have any effect.
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