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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Oct 16, 2008 22:55:47 GMT -1
Esme hadn't been free in so long, she'd always had homework, a test to study for or a new mentor to search for. But this particular day Esme decided to just take time to think about all that she had done so far. Having talked to that strange man at the park and met Vlad she felt that the world was slightly out to get her. It rubbed into her face that there was so much about the supernatural world that she had to learn still and then shoved in her face a ton of religion that she had decided to forget. It was like the universe was attempting to tell her 'Hey Emmy, I know you want to be a really good witch and all, but remember Jesus Loves You!!!'.
It had been so long since she had spent Mummy and Daddy's money with no regards whatsoever and they were beginning to think she was sick, so she decided that was how she'd spend the afternoon. She had arrived in the market in the Square Mile right after lunch and burnt about two hours walking the streets looking at the shops and deciding what she wanted. But she had never gotten enough strength to pull out the credit card and begin purchasing things.
Perhaps it was that she was too lazy to actually carry anything home, or perhaps it was that she knew that fate just had to throw someone else new into her life. But either way, she hadn't bought anything. She bought an ice cream cone, being that it was so hot outside that particular day, and began a hopeless attempt to find a place to rest.
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Post by soren on Oct 17, 2008 1:10:28 GMT -1
``Soren Michele Svendsen
[/size][/b] «« Heaven ablaze in our eyes
We're standing still in time
The blood on our hands is the wine
We offer as sacrifice…
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When you are eternally damned for all… eternity; one usually finds himself looking at the world in a whole new perspective. He no longer sees it as another day to get by. It's usually a blur, something that just happens. And if there is any excitement then he might as well make it last seeing as the chance might not come around for another century or so. Even if it means creating his own little distractions then he would do it only because to put it simply; there's nothing else to do.
The vampire sighed. Shifting around in his pockets he began to wonder why he kept a wallet in the first place. He always ended up losing it or having it stolen. And humanly possessions didn't fascinated him as they once did. The only passion the blond had was photography, but even that was big money in the world of today. It was one thing when he had a job, but another to not being able to work at a place for too long. The work process was a long difficult one. Employment wasn't what it use to be that's for sure. But the vampire knew no matter what went down if he wanted knew equipment he would need a job.
Soren, finally finding his wallet decided that he would find himself a job. It had been awhile since he had one so it wouldn't be so hard. He was thinking about running his own little photography business. He knew he could make quite a sum with it. He licked his lips slightly, tasting the faint copper like satisfaction that always brought him joy. Blood blood gallons of the stuff… The blonde hadn't practiced with his camera in a long time. Today was dedicated mostly to doing just that. Taking photos. Soren looked around for human objects. They were the best kind to take. His hands graciously touched the camera and took it from around his neck. When he saw his target he pointed to her. It was a beauty with a lovely shade of brown. "Don't move a muscle" He said almost in a trance with the camera and the beauty standing in front of it.
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Oct 17, 2008 1:24:28 GMT -1
Esme's hair began to stand on end, someone was watching her, the question was... where? She stopped walking and turned to her left to look, and then to her right. And right when she turned she saw a man with a camera staring right at her. He was fairly cute and looked young as well, but there was something slightly off about him.
She felt a vibe seeping from his skin like she had when she was with Vlad only a few nights before, a feel of a different world and of a different time. She wasn't quite sure if the only ones in this world who were from a different time were vampires, but there was yet another thing seeping from this man that was alot like Vlad. He let go this feeling of a need for a life, a life force that would guide him and keep him going; in other words, a lust for blood.
Esme's heart jumped to her throat, slightly out of fear because, after talking with Vlad, she had come to learn that not many people of the same group in the world of the supernatural share the same ideas. There's a chance that he was here trying to find his next meal, or the next human to tell about the world of the supernatural, and he hadn't sensed what his prey was. Esme had no idea what she was to do when she was cornered thusly.
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Post by ~Xandrael~ on Oct 17, 2008 1:57:17 GMT -1
Xandrael had returned to the Market, feeling an affinity to the place. A resonance. Perhaps this Market had always existed in some form or another throughout history, and it was this sense of timelessness that attracted the angel. The music compact disc it had purchased in its last visit had proven to be a wonderful choice. And to think it had been discarded in a bargain pile, devalued and depreciated. Perhaps there was another music disc waiting to be rediscovered, waiting for the angel to find it.
It stood taller than most of the other humans in the market crowd, its long grey woolen coat and dark pants adding to the illusion of such length. This did something in the way of assisting it navigate through the human bodies, as did the strange aura it could no help but project. Xandrael was not quite an expert yet at passing for human in mannerism and behavior. Physically, it was not a problem, as the body that contained the angelic entity was very much similar to that of a man.
The wind swept through the market, gentle as it passed. The long tendrils of Xandrael's hair rippled with movement, a few strands falling across its amethyst eyes. It allowed its gaze to float over the crowd, lightly observing. A sudden movement in the corner of its eye caused it to turn to the right, as a youthful young human began to click pictures with its camera.
The angel's head ticked to the side, as it observed the event. The object of the young man's focus seemed to be a young woman, but that was not what focused Xandrael's attention. It was the pallor of the man's skin, and the waves that emanated from its aura. Seeking out further with its mind, it found that this man was more than he seemed. A creature of the night, so to speak. Its eyes flashed as the distance between itself and the two began to close, gradually yet with deliberate speed.
It would not wish to startle the young one, either of them, but most importantly the young drinker. Its movements slowed and it stood but four feet away from his right shoulder, hands deep in the coat pockets.
"Excuse me?"
The voice that reached their ears would sound lilting, and impossibly silver.
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Post by soren on Oct 17, 2008 2:21:36 GMT -1
``Soren Michele Svendsen
[/size][/b] «« This endless mercy mile
We're crawling side by side
With hell freezing over in our eyes
Gods kneel before our crime…
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Soren was excited when she didn't run off. He loved taking pictures of people. Especially pretty people girls. He gave her a slight thumbs up. "You don't have to worry about me stalking you or anything. This is just practice shots." He took a few photos without another warning and stared at the screen. The future was so amazing. Back in the 1800's and early 1900's they didn't have "digital" cameras. The vampire admired his skill. He then remembered the girl and rushed over to show her.
"Not bad for a beginner huh?" He asked, trying to keep that human sense. He knew if he didn't act human enough people would start to suspect him. Soren really didn't have any intentions but to take photos. Everything else was pushed to the back of his mind for later rummaging. He prepared to take another photo, but was briefly interrupted by the coming of another's footsteps. More models! He thought to himself excitedly as he took a picture of the tall male. It was one thing to have one person to shoot but two? Wow this day was just getting better and better.
The vampire licked his lips again, noticing they were getting a bit dry. Or maybe that was the human intuition he never let go. Did vampire really get dry lips? He didn't know to many vampires to ask. He didn't know any vampires for that matter. Soren began to look through his album he had taken earlier. "Soren's my name thanks for the pictures!" He said not looking up to either one of them. Photos had been his life and after life it became a passion. And obsessive passion but a passion none the less.
After taking a quick moment to breathe, Soren developed a certain urge to make up for his lack of manners. He looked up to both of them and smiled, Having the man next to him made him feel a bit short but that was ok. "I'll be more than happy to give you your pictures! Sorry if I came on a little strong there…" he muttered, smile fading and head slowly looking down.
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Oct 17, 2008 2:35:29 GMT -1
Esme was still slightly frightened of the man, but he was very excitable. He ran up toward her and began taking photos with enthusiasm, it was kind of cute. He seemed to be a puppy dog, so excitable. Perhaps it was because of his enthusiasm that she didn't run away from him, that she wasn't frightened of him.
But then another person walked up to them, someone extremely tall, a man perhaps? Or perhaps it was a woman... Esme couldn't quite tell. And again, there was that strange vibe coming from this one as well. Why is it that fate had decided this particular afternoon to throw two of them into her life? Why today? Why now?
The tall one whispered something, but the puppy-like one didn't acknowledge his existence, other than to take more pictures. Esme giggled slightly to herself, she enjoyed watching this, but she knew that she couldn't live in this false bliss for long.
Once the puppy-like man stopped taking pictures, and babbling she quietly posed her question. She looked at both, the determined look of a lawyer plastered on her face. "What are you? Both of you?"
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Post by ~Xandrael~ on Oct 17, 2008 3:01:34 GMT -1
Caught off guard, Xandrael blinked. Then it frowned. The clicking of the camera continued, as the young man enthusiastically captured the angel's visage on film (so to speak).
Casting a glance from the corner of its eye, it saw that the young woman was allright. Strangely enough, this photograph-taking excuse was not an excuse at all, but an honest and sincere interest. Slightly taken aback, Xandrael quickly recovered, its natural curiosity shining and eager to find out more about this lad.
He spoke so quickly, the angel did not know what statement to address first. Frowning a bit, it spoke, its voice a bit louder this time, yet never venturing from normal speaking volume. "Why do you want a photograph of myself, or even this young woman? We are strangers..." Clearly, Xandrael did not understand the concept of the candid photo or photography as an artistic medium.
Yet, no sooner had it spoken when the young woman had set forth an inquisition of her own. It blinked, turning its violet gaze upon her, then glancing toward the young drinker. It was a silent invitation for him to answer the maiden first.
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Post by soren on Oct 17, 2008 4:44:19 GMT -1
``Soren Michele Svendsen
[/size][/b] «« And now that I'm right
now that I'm clean
now that I surrender
it seems that all I want's to be back where I started from
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Disappointed by the man's seemingly harsh words, Soren just eyed him. He saw nothing wrong with taking photos of complete strangers. It's what made the whole photo taking experience all worth wile! He pouted a bit, feeling slightly rude. He didn't ask them if it was ok to take their picture. So yeah bash him if you must. But he was only a child at Christmas time. There was nothing better then that. But he looked back up to the tall man with a bit more confidence. "Because sir I like taking pictures. Is it a crime?". If the man wanted to take pictures he'd be damned if someone tired to stop him…saying that he wasn't already damned.
The Vampire fiddled with his camera, blue eyes not looking at the beauty that stand next to him. What was that suppose to mean? Clearly he was a male. Or did se mean the whole vampire thing? To tell the truth, Soren didn't feel all to good about telling people he was a vampire. He would prefer to keep it a secret. "Well… I guess I can no longer keep it a secret huh?. He looked down at his purple vans. 21st century styles amazing him. "I'm actually a Danish secret agent sent by my country to take pictures of true american civilization."
He nodded slowly, his lie was a small one but a small one at the least. "Ok Ok you got me I'm a vampire." He finally said, guilt clutching to deep into his non existent heart. He looked up slightly to the tall man to observe him some more. Wow. He was a beauty too! What a lucky day to score such snappage. Snappage. It wasn't 21st century lingo but it was a word the blonde had came up with. His head tilted a bit; lost in awe of the man's features. Who knew humans like that existed. Then he remembered the lady's question. What if he wasn't human? He could after all be a vampire or even something else from the supernatural realm.
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Oct 17, 2008 15:02:03 GMT -1
Esme was shocked by the young vampire's reply, did he say his name was Soren? Not once had Vlad let it show that he were a vampire, never once had he said it out loud in a crowded street. And it was most obvious that neither he nor the tall he-she knew what Esme was, so it was not the best idea for him to say it like that in case she were a normal human.
"Don't say out loud here, you idiot!" Esme barked.
She grabbed both the tall one and the vampire by the crook of their arms and attempted to drag them both away from the crowd. She had spied a spot directly across from where they were standing, hidden by a tree. No one seemed to be walking in that direction because there was nothing on that side of the road. She felt that once she got over there she could find out about both of them without normal human beings hearing their conversation.
"Now explain, both of you," Esme stated, staring down the tall she-male at this point. There had to be an explanation to why this one didn't talk, what it was and there had to be an explanation why this vampire didn't know much but could still walk in daylight and not need to suck blood. He was obviously older, even Vlad didn't walk in sunlight without his top hat and sunglasses, but still young enough to not know what to say and what not to say in the company of humans. Was it even possible that a vampire could be old enough and yet still too young?
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Post by ~Xandrael~ on Oct 17, 2008 23:45:06 GMT -1
For the first time in a very...very long time, Xandrael was completely taken off guard, swept up into a situation that seconds ago had not even existed.
The strange daylight drinker had at first tried to embellish its true nature, only to cast it off for the truth a mere moment later. The angel's eyes had locked onto him, head turning quickly, as the seven-letter word slipped from the young man's lips.
His eyes met the angel's, and Xandrael did not blink. It merely frowned a bit, perhaps disapproving of the drinker's way of handling things. It was hard to be sure.
In turn, the young maiden's reaction was certainly more vehement, and certainly -not- what the angel had expected it to be. Her words said so much more than their literal and primary significance. She was -aware-. Informed. Seeing with eyes unclouded. She had not been surprised at the revelation that the young photographer was a vampire. On the contrary, she had accepted that so quickly as to immediately chastise him for blowing his cover.
How in the world did it have the luck to meet two such interesting beings at once?
Suddenly, it was being...dragged? It was the only word for it, as the maiden took it and the vampire by the arm, forcibly removing them from the crowd of humans. Fascinated, Xandrael watched as she fearlessly turned her back to the vampire, and even to itself, a stranger, a strange being.
Once behind the tree, the somewhat bewildered angel slid its hands down the front of its coat. It blinked and furrowed its brow slightly. Even if she did know of vampires, Xandrael wasn't about to endanger her with knowledge of its existence. With steady voice and an implied tone of concern, it replied, "...I am afraid you might have the wrong idea...I merely wished to make certain that this young man was not bothering you..." And indeed, it had been doing that all along. Glancing at the vampire, it eyed him meaningfully, silently insinuating that he tread carefully. How odd, an angel worried about a vampire?
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