To a vampire, life is a dull thing. If you find something that interests you, it either ends up wearing away or dying.
It's a punishment of sorts, to not have happiness.
Of course, there is content.
Content when something goes right, or after you've fed.
From the mind of Phelex, this is what he saw. Crooked lives, a dying world. Nothing but darkness.
Time moves quickly, my friend. Salvation is right around the corner.
From the depths of a dark alley, two voices could be distinguished.
The sound of a silky voice, the other, terror.
"Come now, don't be afraid.. This will only hurt a bit." The voice taunted, cutting off a shriek that had erupted. Soon the smell of blood filled the air, and the thump of a body fell to the ground. Phelex emerged, his placid skin slowly gaining color as he moved away from the kill, starting his night.
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Powers [Dont give some huge 'I can do this, and it's unescable' thing. Be original]:
Talent: Has a beautiful voice, uses to her advantage.
Bio: She's been all over, doing gigs here and there.
Lysette noticed the man lean against the wall a few feet from her. She smiled politely back as he smiled at her. She glanced back up to the sky, and then smelt him light up a cigarette. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes, and then turned to face him. "Vous étiez juste à l'intérieur du club, non?" She said, wondering if maybe she could get his opinion out of him. "I ask only to get an opinion. If you were inside the club a little while ago, what did you think of my singing. Be cruelly honest if you must." She said. She figured she might as well find out what the people inside the club thought. Maybe she sang with the wrong tone of french. Maybe it wasn't the type of music the club normally heard. She tucked some of her hair behind her ear. "I just want to get a feel of what people normally like to hear in the club." Lysette looked into his eyes, as well as she could from this position.
I watched her leave, sad almost until I realized that I wanted to follow her. I stood up, buttoning the button on my dark jacket before walking out of the bar, already having forgotten about the delicious redhead I had devoured.
I stepped out into the cool night, the slow breeze lifting the tails of my jacket, and ruffle my hair almost in a lovers embrace. She was to his left as he stood directly in front of the door. God, she was beautiful. I could smell her now, and it took almost all my self control to not jump her. I hadn't decided yet whether I should kill her or not. But the urge was there. I moved past her a few feet, smiling in greeting as I leaned against the wall as well.
I sat there for a second, looking up at the sky before reaching into my pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and putting one to my mouth, lighting it with a match and inhaling. I sat there next to her, smoking and smelling her. She made me nervous, somehow. Strange, how a human can make a vampire nervous. This was a first, and I certainly liked it.
She stepped off the stage and the man told her that she had the job. Every night unless told otherwise, open to close. She nodded, and brushed her hair out of her eyes. "Merci monsieur." She said, then when they'd finished talking and he'd dismissed her for the night saying she started tomorrow, she headed for the door. A bit of fresh air was in order after a heart pounding song like that. She smiled and said thank you to everyone who told her that she had a nice voice, and then breezed out the door. She leaned against the wall, and sighed in relief. "Merci Dieu." She muttered, looking up at the stars. Lysette looked around the area. The streets seemed less busy now, perhaps because it was late at night. She looked at the silver necklace she had one, and clutched the pendant, wishing that her mother could see her now. She hoped that somehow, she'd made her proud.
-It's fine. Mine's short as well, but I'm just glad you posted. :) -
I was just about to get up, when I heard something. Something that I hadn't heard in a long, long while.
Not just any singing, but they type of melody that would stop anyone in their tracks. Suddenly, my mind flashed back a few hundred years, and I couldn't help but smile. It warmed my slowly cooling heart. I sat back down, watching the girl on stage with renowned interest. She was pretty. A simple kind of pretty, yet she caught your eye easily. It took me by surprise, actually. She looked so much like..
I realized then that the song was over, and she was stepping off the stage. I watched her intently, marking her movements. She was clearly human, yet she held a superior beauty. Could I..?
Hmm.. I sat back, rubbing my chin in contemplation. I'd follow the girl. Find out her routine, maybe even her name.
Finally, something to alleviate my boredom.
Sorry it's so short, I'm in a bit of a bad mood.
After watching her coin sink to the bottom of the fountain, Lysette started heading to the club once again. She started humming a soft tune while she walked down the busy street. As her humming got faster, so did her feet, carrying her through the crowd, weaving her way around people as if she was dancing. Her eyes glanced around the city, looking for the bright lights that would indicate the club. The poster had said to follow the sound of the music, and look for the bright lights stating the name.
After a few blocks, she found the club. She stopped infront of it, looking up. It sure seemed brilliant. She fixed her hair quickly, then stepped into the club, the wind from the door rustling her hair and letting her vanilla smell breeze around her. She smiled, and headed towards the bar. She spotted the bartender, and leaned on the counter. "Bonsoir..." she started out, and then rushed on, "Are the auditions for dancers still going on?" She asked, in french of course. The bartender waved over a tall gentleman, and let him continue. To Lysette's dismay, the man told her that the dancer positions were closed, but when he say her face fall, he told her that they were looking for singers. Her face perked up. "Je peut chanter!" She exclaimed, and the gentleman's face crinkled into a smile. He nodded towards the stage, where the band was playing. "Montrez-moi ce que vous avez ensuite." he said, and Lysette smiled, then calmly walked to the stage with him. He gave her a helping hand onto the stage, and then explained to the band what was going on. They started to play, and Lysette took center stage.
With her heart beating fast and nervously, she started out singing softly, her voice carrying out throughout the club. As the song went on, her confidence built, and her body started to move with the music as she sang. She felt like a star, and sang her heart out. When the song finished, she looked towards the man, and when he nodded with a smile, she beamed. Hopefully, she'd have a new job now. She looked around the club as some people applauded. Maybe this would be her calling. A singer. Who would've known?
In the life of a vampire, life is easy. It's terribly boring, but it's easy. You say a couple of smooth words, give a little smirk, and you have everything. Maybe it's just a vampire's ingrained skill, or maybe it's something we acquire over the years, but we do it. We use our charm to get what we want. And on the off chance we don't, most of us take it anyways.
Every vampire has a set of personal rules. The natural 'Don't be known', of course. But there's other personal preferances. Quirks that come with every personality. Always keep your hair combed, always dress your best. Never spill blood when you feed. We're immaculate creatures. Clean, proper, punctual. It comes with years of practice.
So why was I sitting in this little club, watching the humans with an almost bored expression? Boredom, I guess. I mean, the sun had set; not that I slept that day anyways. I rarely do anymore. I've taken to wandering the streets at night, just watching. Watching how humans interact. How the talk, touch, laugh, cry. I walk, and observe, trying to remember what it's like to be human. It was a long time ago, too long. The memories have escaped me. Perhaps that's what is spurring this recent depression. Could I possible miss being human? Who knew.
What I knew, was there was a pretty redhead making her way to me, a venturous look on her face.
"Bonjour, monsieur," She said, sitting at my table. It caught me slightly off guard. I mean, I'm sitting back in a dark corner, would you approach a man sitting isolated in a dark corner?
"Bonjour madamoiselle," I returned, bowing my head respectfully. I could smell her scent, and man was it intoxicating. I hadn't fed in a couple of days, so I definately had to watch myself here.
"Might I buy you a drink?" She asked in her native tongue, her fingers moving slowly across my cold hand.
"No, but thank you my dear," I said, finding it harder and harder to restrain myself. And to my excitement(and slight dismay) she moved closer to me. Letting all inhibitions go, I ran a finger slowly down her cheek, her eyes meeting mine. After a second or so, her eyes grew glassy, her body starting to go limp.
Leaning in, I sunk my fangs deep into her shoulder, lettingher delicious lifeblood rush into my mouth. It was sweet, with a bitter undertone. It gave a euphoric rush as my veins came to life with her blood, warming my skin and giving me slight color. Once I was finished with her, I layed her down on one of the couches like she was a passed out drunk, returning nonchalantly to my table as boredom set in once again.
The sun had set over the city of Limoges, and darkness owned the streets. The bustling city now was a bit less busy as people went to their homes, turning in for the night. Of course, there was always the night life, the people who thrived to party at night, sleep all day. Lysette was both a night owl, and an early bird. She was awake most of the day, and night. Now though, she was on the prowl for a job. She'd been out of work for a while now, having kept moving from city to city. Everyone always told her to keep moving to the next town, she'd find work there. So far, twelve cities, and no such luck.
However, earlier this day she'd found an advertisement for dancers at a club. Lysette was a natural dancer, with the body to go with it. She had just the right curves, the right hair, face. Her hair was long, flowing, and fell over her shoulders, while her eyes were bright blue, and seemed to go right though people into their souls. She'd always been able to catch the eyes of men. They all seemed drawn to her. Tonight, she hoped would be no different. The manager of the club had offered her an audition, and she wanted so badly to prove her worth. She finished getting dressed, and then grabbed her shoes, slipping them on as well. Taking one last look into the mirror, she smiled, and then headed out the door of her appartment.
Lysette walked down the streets, heading towards the club. She felt the cool night's breeze go through her hair, and could smell the scent of her vanilla shampoo radiate around her as she walked. She started humming softly to herself, not wanting to disturb the other people, few as there were, around her. She naturally had a good voice, having sung in plenty of choirs when she was young. She saw the flashing lights of the club in the distance, and took a deep breath. City air filled her lungs as she gazed ahead, dancing around the people as she continued on her walk. She passed a few alleys, not daring to go down them, for who knew what was lurking in the shadows at night. She hummed a bit louder as she waited on the street corner for the light to change, allowing her to cross. The trickle of the fountain could be heard as she crossed the street, passing it on her way. She paused, looking at the water spurt and fall to the pool of water around a beautiful statue of a woman. She took a small coin from a pocket in her dress, and kissed it, tossing it into the fountain. Je souhaite bénéficier de ce travail, s'il vous plaît. Je suis désespérée. She said silently in her mind, her eyes opening after she heard the splash of her coin into the water. She looked up to the sky, and sighed. The night was only just beginning.
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