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Post by Vlad on Oct 19, 2008 20:43:17 GMT -1
Night pressed against his skin. Not the dank nor was it the dark but that unshakable feeling that around each corner disaster waited. That the darkness itself had eyes and was watching each step forward and every breath you took. It was a feeling he knew far more about than most. The night did have eyes and tragedies simply waiting for a victim. He did not fear the dark or those things that lurked in them, but he often worried for those friends he'd made who were less hardy than he.
He'd taken to wandering the streets at night or frequenting clubs in the hopes of an encounter with Lucifer or the angel Gabriel. These wanderings had served him well in the past, introducing him to both Ms. Taylor and his dear swan, Esme M. Lolland.
The tails of his jacket whipped with the wind and the long, soft curls of his hair followed suit. He wondered over how the Fifth were faring, Morgan had proposed a stronger alliance but thus far nothing had been done since that first visit. That would need to change soon if trust was to be gained.
Light footfalls and the rhythmic thudding of the heart reached his ear, He turned down into an alley between two well kept, brick buildings, following the sound.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Oct 19, 2008 21:03:18 GMT -1
Autumn was on patrol. One of the lesser enjoyable parts of her work with The Fifth, but never-the less a vital one. Each Fifth operative had nights of patrol work. They would go out to known active hot spots for supernatural activity and make sure nothing was out of the so called norm, and that everything was kept hidden and no humans were in danger. Basically in involved Autumn walking through the streets in the freezing weather bored out of her brain. Her shields were down, allowing her to since her surroundings with her clairvoyance, to pick up on visions of things occurring then and there. So far, nothing was coming to her, no crimes, no supernatural crimes at least. It took allot of power to push away the visions of human against human crime, a task that once caused her many a sleepless night. Now, she had more control and the visions did not haunt her so. As she continued to walk, her black kitten heels echoing down the streets she caught site of a few spirits, mere echoes in time, several fallen angels passing as human and an Angel in the sky. Nothing out of the ordinary for her. She pulled her leather jacket tighter around her and zipped it up, pulling up the collar and pushing her hands into her pockets. Across her shoulder was her small satchel which held anything she may need if things got out of hand, runes, holy water, magical texts and beneath her leather jacket was her shoulder holster holding her glock loaded with silver bullets.
She walked down an alley and paused, gathering her bearings again and bringing her watch under the street light and checking the time. It was then she caught it, the sense of power, undead power that trickled through her mind’s eye and sent her body into a protective stance. Someone was coming, she could not see not hear footsteps, but someone was approaching.
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Post by Vlad on Oct 19, 2008 21:42:28 GMT -1
The footfalls ceased and the thudding lost it's rhythm, the closer to the sound he was, the quicker and less even it became. Fear and yet not fear, alert perhaps was a better description. Yes, whoever was within the alley was alert. It was then that the trickling sense of another awareness brushed over him, soft and light as a silk curtain brushing along his skin. The person in the alley knew he was coming. Whether that was good or bad would be seen in a few moments time.
His enhanced vision spotted the figure long before she would be able to see him. Slightly crouched and well balanced, ready to fight even after sensing him, brave. He kept his footsteps silent as he approached, deriving a sick pleasure at the challenge of sneaking up on someone who had already sensed him.
He walked silent as the grave closer and closer to her back. When he was close enough without her noticing him to satisfy his sense of playful pride he began to walk more heavily, letting his footsteps be loud enough for her human hearing to detect. He stopped a few feet behind her, not to far and probably a bit close for a normal conversation.
"It is dangerous for a young woman to be out at night alone, you know."
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Oct 20, 2008 13:00:19 GMT -1
The footsteps were behind her, but she had sensed him before that, she turned sharp on her heels and met the vampire dead on.
"It's rude to approach a woman so abruptly," Autumn said, relaxing her stance ever so slightly, rising up to stand up tall. Not that she was tall compared to the vampire before her. She could make out hsi features from the orange glow of the above street light and nibbled down upon her lower lip as she pondered why he looked so familiar.
"Do i know you?"
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Post by Vlad on Oct 22, 2008 2:53:44 GMT -1
A soft chuckle, warm and like the caress of silk cloth along bare skin. Strange to be caught by such a youthful human in a lapse of manner. “Quite right, my dear, quite right. I do hope that you find it in yourself to forgive, or at the very least forget, my rudeness.”
He watched her stance relax and with the assumption that any chance for danger from the woman had passed, let his eyes truly study her for the first time. Long hair fell in waves like to those of the most graceful of rivers. Eyes the color of a clouded sky and a pale complexion that spoke of a northern heritage. A beauty, and a unique one given that she should be wandering alone instead of in a lover’s warm embrace.
He turned his head to one side at her question. “I don’t believe so my dear, for surely I would remember knowing such a strange beauty. But, let me correct that wrong, I am Vlad.” He took her hand in his and brought the back of her hand to his lips, a chaste touch of skin. “And you are?”
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Oct 23, 2008 7:28:58 GMT -1
Autumn swallowed hard when he mentioned his name. That was why he looked so familiar. She had seen countless paintings, read countless descriptions, even seen him in the distance, but she had never met the vampire before her. His reputation proceeded himself.
"Well met Vlad," Autumn said with a quirky smile, "Glad to meet you at last, I'm Autumn Walker."
Autumn hoped her name carried some credibility and he at least recognized it. The last thing she wanted to be doing was turning to Dracula and asking why he didn't know who she was.
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Post by Vlad on Oct 27, 2008 21:16:53 GMT -1
Loud was the sound of her swallowing in the still of the night, almost as if the icy hand of fear gripped her tight. Why should the mention of his name bring such a reaction from her?
A soft chuckle with a warm smile. So this was the Autumn Walker of whom Morgan had spoken so highly of? It explained the girl's reaction to his name. Fate it seemed, smiled on him tonight. He'd held hopes of meeting this particular member of the fifth since his talk with Morgan upon her coming home. It would take time to make their faces and reputations more common things among their human counterparts. With all that threatened to break loose in London, now was a good time to begin.
"This meeting is far past due, Ms. Autumn Walker." A slight bow of the head here, an acknowledgment that he recognized who she was and what she stood for. Dark curls tumbled forward to conceal the pale features of the face for a moment before returning to their proper place as he righted his head once more. "Morgan has spoken nothing of praise in regards to you since last the two of you met. I must say, what I hear is impressive.To many fear what they think they know, jump at our shadows cast by the Vatican's light, it is good to know that not all are rendered useless by it."
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Oct 28, 2008 9:31:22 GMT -1
Autumn kept her eyes on Vlad, it was not that she did not trust him, well actually...that was exactly it. Yes, he was a member of the council, but Autumn's trust had to be gained. Too often those that were supposed to be on her side went and disappointed her.
She nodded her head and smiled politely as he bowed, "Morgan is a very wise woman, my meetings with her have been nothing but well met and polite, she is a rarity, powerful and sweet all at once."
Morgan Le Fey was Autumn's favorite with in the council, she was the more human of them all, and the one Autumn had the most dealings with.
"Fear is often justified Vlad, though some take it to the extreme..." Autumn softly smiled as she peeked through her dark lashes at the vampire, "I must say Vlad, your name proceeds you..."
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Post by Vlad on Oct 29, 2008 1:54:27 GMT -1
Her eyes watched him, not as the predator watches it's prey, but as the rabbit watches warily the light streaming through his hole waiting to see if the fox will break through. Distrust, it seemed followed him in the gazes of all his recent acquaintances. Perhaps this was the price that fate demanded of him for his less than noble past.
"Powerful, indisputably. And wise beyond compare." He chuckled and a rueful grin dominated his features. It wouldn't do for Autumn to think he spoke this next in seriousness. They were trying to prove themselves to be less frightening, not more so. "Though I've gotten on her nerves far to many a time to agree whole heatedly with sweet. I will admit to being the exception rather than the rule, two beings cannot live together for centuries without discovering that which annoys the other."
The grin faded and a bitter scoff sounded as the rich laugh faded. "Justified? And who is it that decides when fear is justified, Ms. Autumn Walker? And when is it simply a....misunderstanding? Where are we to draw these lines? And for that matter, if they must be drawn, then who do we appoint to draw them?"
The smile returned to his face when she mentioned his name proceeding him but it didn't quite reach his eyes, which still held the heat from his bitterness only a moment before. "Surely some of what you hear is good. A few valuable shreds might also be true."
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Oct 29, 2008 21:13:34 GMT -1
Autumn pushed her fingers up through the dark curls of her hair, moving the annoying stray strand from her eyes as she listened to Vlad. She moved slightly, resting against the wall, taking the toe of her right boot and pushing the gravel of the street around. Autumn wondered if it was a habit that came with living for eternity that made so many supernatural beings talk, and talk and try to invoke a meaningful, deep conversation from just about any one. Truth be told, Autumn was not one to try and set the worlds to rights. She kept her own thoughts to herself, or at least she tried to, and she often expected others to do the same.
“Hmmm..” Autumn sighed softly, “I believe actions speak louder than words, and when it comes to fear, sometimes, it brings you strength if you hold onto it..there is such a thing as rational fear after all...” Autumn shrugged and sucked on her bottom lip, peeping once again through her lashes to Vlad. It was bloody Dracula! She would be lying if she was not impressed.
“I have heard good, and of course bad Vlad, the Vatican....have a strong view with regard to you, but I am not one to make harsh opinions of someone without knowing them....”
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