Morbid Bliss (open)

[Mya Conrale]

Crisp cold air flew through the tunnels, extending its deadly tentacles out to anyone wondering around under the city. The darkness welcomed its children with a soft kiss of eeriness. The lights flicked with webs of protection covering the bulbs. The rats skidded though the tunnels as they tried to find their next meals. The tunnels were just a mystery themselves. Some were lift up, others were darkness almost like a battle of good and evil.

Mya took a deep breath then exhaled. This was almost like a morbid home to her. So many memories of wondering around dark alleyways, searching for her next meal. So blissful it was to be surrounded by darkness as darkness itself accepted her child. Such the sweet smell of blood flowed through the air. Though it wasn't human, at least the rats found their food.

Brown eyes wondered down one of the deserted tunnels. Her eyes adjusted to blackness as she got out of the light. Rust surrounded her as the smell of sweet blood increased. A smirk appeared on her face as she strolled along.

"The kiss of death, the kiss of darkness. The love of mystery, the love of cold," the vampiress whispered as memories flooded her mind. So nice... then she heard a sound. Who would be down here at this time?

[Cadence]

Cadence sat on a bench and waited for the train, or tram, or whatever you wanted to call it. The point was that it was the fastest way to get back to her apartment. She’d never seen New York’s subway system but she imagined that this must be something like that. The tunnels were lit and the walls were painted a bright white, probably to make people forget that they were underground in a creepy, old tunnel.

Everyone used the underground for transportation, or most everyone, so the tunnels were almost never empty. You could count on running into at least one other person at the main stations. You could always tell the folks who hadn’t been down here before, they looked around like they expected something to jump out of the shadows at them. In the two years she’d been in London, Cadence had begun to find the cold air and the whooshing of the trains comforting.

She laid her head back against the wall behind her and closed her eyes. There was no chance of her missing her train, she’d hear it coming down the tunnels when it got closer. Sounds echoed really well down here. It was late. Wasn’t there some warning against riding the subway after dark? Oh well, she was a werewolf right? It wasn’t like she had much to worry about from human attackers.

“The kiss of death, the kiss of darkness. The love of mystery, the love of cold" The voice was female and almost painfully melodic. The whisper echoed off the concrete tunnel walls. A human probably wouldn’t have been able to hear it. Cadence wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or not that she had.

But still, it was a strange thing for anyone to say deep inside an underground tunnel. The curiosity was just too much. Cadence stood up, stretching the cramps out of her arms and legs from sitting for so long in one position, and started off in the direction she’d thought the voice had come from.

It led her back into a tunnel that looked old and that clearly wasn’t in use anymore. Still, she kept her ears open for any sound that would mean a train was coming her way, it would be just her luck to get flattened because she’d thought the tunnel was abandoned. Cadence went around a curve in the tunnel to find the silhouette of a woman who seemed very at home down here in the dank, dark and cold. Cadence could see in the dark, but this woman seemed to belong to it.

“Hello? Are you lost?” She called, starting to think that this might have been a very bad idea. It stank down here. Rat droppings, rust and…blood.

[Mya Conrale]

The scent of a strange being filled her nose as she breathe in deeply. It didn't smell like human, far from the sweet nectar. This one smelt more of animal, but with a distince human essence about it. All the evidence came together as she heard a female voice.

Mya narrowed her eyes as she placed one hand in her pocket. She could feel the movement of the female, mainly her heartbeat. It was too fast to be human, but supernatural fit. Who else could be paying down here a visit?

"Lost? Are you lost?," she echoed back. The vampiress started to walk slowly towards the voice. She wasn't in a hurry and was sure that the female wasn't either, especially if she was waiting for transportation. Mya could tell that the being knew nothing about it.

It was obvious that the vampiress' voice had gotten her attention. With that in mind, Mya smirk and crept forward.

[Cadence]

That almost painfully beautiful voice spoke again. She’d never met a demon before, but she was sure that this was what one would sound like. It was a voice that could talk someone into stepping away from the edge of a building, or talk them into jumping off. Cadence didn’t know if demons were real, but if werewolves were then anything was possible, right?

“No, no, I’m not lost.” She said when the woman echoed her question back at her, forcing a smile on her face. There was something different about the way this woman moved. Slowly, almost rippling, it was a predator’s walk like someone had taken a savannah cat and stuffed it into a human body. Cadence wondered briefly if that was what she looked like. She could run down a car and even pick it up, did she look like she could? She’d never thought about it before. The smile turned a little embarrassed as she continued to speak. “Truth be told, I heard you whis-talking and I, well, came to see who would be wandering around the tunnels by themselves.”

There was something about this woman that made her more than a little uncomfortable. Her flight or fight instincts were in full swing and it seemed like a very good time to be heading back down the tunnel the way she’d come. This woman didn’t walk, she crept. It was something straight out of the dozens of horror movies she’d watched. That’s when the scent hit her, carried by the cool, damp air. This woman smelled like death, blood and stale earth, that scent that only came from crypts or mausoleums. One word shot through her mind, vampire. She’d seen the underworld movies, did the rivalry between vampires and werewolves really exist? That was ridiculous, wasn’t it? Maybe her mother was right and her love of horror movies really was causing her to be paranoid. But still, that smirk..and they were in a secluded tunnel…

Cadence watched the woman, no the vampire, get closer and she could feel her smile falter a little. She shook herself and swallowed the fear, telling herself that it was completely irrational and that if werewolves were people then there was no chance that vampires were actually like the movies portrayed them either. “And now I can see that you probably wanted to be alone..?”

[Mya Conrale]

As Mya moved closer, a more primal scent hit her nose. The essence of canine filled the entrance of the tunnel like strong perfume. Werewolf.. The vampiress knew that there would be at least a few in London. Throughout her lifetime she had only encountered one and he was a dangerous fellow. The tormented soul fed on humans until he was killed. By what, she didn’t know. Now she has stumbled upon another who seemed to be alone. Where were her pack mates? Was she a rogue?..

The vampiress found it unusual that a lone werewolf would be down here at this time. That indicated to her that she wasn’t a native of here for transportation didn’t run at this time. Then again, the female was also a creature of the night, more so creature of the wild.
“Why are you down here by yourself? I wouldn’t say I am alone. Rats and insects surround me. Would you call that alone?,” she asked in a stern, yet poetic voice. Her words echoed out smoothly, like Death whispering a lullaby.

“There is always time for company. Time is all I have,” Mya whispered. Softly, the vampires hummed her sweet melody as she flowed closer to the stranger. Lights flickered as she stepped out of the tunnel. A dull shadow casted on her slender body as she stood silently, staring at the female. A smile curled upon her lips as the werewolf’s blue eyes read fear. Though the strangers’ face was calm, she couldn’t hide her emotion. Mya smelt fear lurking in the back of her mind.

“Afraid?,” the vampires giggled in a low tone. Within a blink of an eye, she appeared next to the female. “Doesn’t it feel lovely down here?.”

[Cadence]

Cadence watched the vampire stalked ever closer. If she got to much closer then the woman would be standing right in front of her. Cadence still wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not, actually as each second ticked by, it seemed like an increasingly bad thing. She hoped she wasn't about to become dinner, wasn't that what was supposed to happen when you ran into a vampire in the middle of the night? This woman certainly wasn't doing anything to dissuade that image.

"I was waiting for the train, but it doesn't look like it's running this late." Ok, this woman was seriously beginning to creep her out. It was like she was talking to herself one minute and Cadence the next. It wasn't that it was strange, Cadence was used to strange by now. It was just something that a horror movie villain would do. "I suppose that's not really alone, though I'm not sure what kind of company rats and bugs are..." She trailed off, trying to keep up the conversation despite the fact that the vampire's voice was like a whisper from the grave.

"If you're sure." She said when the woman said she had time for company. She wouldn't lie, she'd been hoping the vampire would tell her to leave. The melody raised goosebumps on her skin. Cadence watched the lights play across the woman's slender form.

She heard the vampire ask if she was afraid, actually she more giggled it, and then the woman was standing right next to her. She fought not to jump and thought she succeeded, but her heart sped up. "A little." She wouldn't lie, somehow she didn't think the vampire would buy it if she had tried.

"It's a little cold for my tastes." She said, not knowing how else to reply to the question of if she found the tunnel lovely. Creepy tunnels weren't exactly in her comfort level.

[Mya Conrale]

The closer Mya walked to the female, the more the uncomfortable she became. The blanket of uneasiness wrapped around the werewolves body as if to cloak her from darkness. That thought slightly made the vampiress smile as fear was written all over the stranger. "Trains never run this late dear," she whispered into her ear."Even things that are dead still are company," she mocked then slowly started to walk around her.

"Why are you afraid?," Mya wanted to hear the werewolf's reasons, even though she knew them already. Though there was nothing like hearing it from the sources' mouth." To dark down here? The bugs are bothering you? hun," Mya hissed.

The vampiress went back to humming as she placed her hand on the female's shoulder and moved her face closer to her neck. She could feel, smell, her heartbeat racing in her chest. The hot fluid pumped through her veins. Mya left out a soft purr as she closed her eyes and took in a bit of her essence. "Can't handle being around a child of darkness, like yourself?."

Mya moved her head away from the female's neck and looked her in the face. The vampiress smirked then giggled as her face remained calm as ever.

[Cadence]

The vampire was right beside her, whispering in her ear. Cadence had goose bumps running up and down her arms, a shiver ran up her spine at the breath against her skin. She stood very still, figuring that if she ran for it then it would only make the situation worse. This was what she got for investigating a creepy voice in an abandoned tunnel! How many times had she yelled at the tv screen when a movie character walked towards the monster? Now she had done exactly what had seemed so obviously stupid in the movies, not that she was saying Mya was a monster, the woman was just creepy.

She forced herself to nod when the vampire said that trains didn't run this late. "I'll keep that in mind for the future." Was the woman referring to herself when she said that even dead things were company? But then even vampires weren't truly dead, were they? They still walked and talked, just because they weren't technically alive didn't mean they were dead, right? She didn't know, it was a question for another time.

"I don't mind the dark and I like bugs." Cadence replied simply. She could see perfectly well in the dark, so that didn't bother her and she'd caught bugs for pets as a child. The vampire's voice changed from the whisper of the grave to the hiss of a snake. Hopefully the snake wasn't about to strike.

Cadence felt the hand on her shoulder and instinctively tried to shrug it off. The woman's grip was like iron. Her heart thudded in her chest like a drum, she could hear it in her ears, as the vampire drew close to her neck, humming that eerie tune all the while. "I'm afraid of you." She managed to whisper. Her voice grew stronger when the woman pulled her face away from her neck. "Not because you're a vampire, not exactly, although that's part of it since I've never come face to face with a vampire before. It's the way you act, talk, move. You're like a starving lioness stuffed in a human body and I'm not to interested in becoming dinner."

She let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Even the woman's giggle was creepy, or maybe it was the fact that her face was absent of any trace of amusement while she did it.

[Mya Conrale]

Clear as day, the vampiress could see tiny bumps surface on the females skin. It scattered across her flesh like millions of sore spreaded by an unknown disease. Her brown eyes scanned over the werewolf, as she froze like an insect trapped. Trapped, that is what the stranger most have been thinking right now. No where to run, plenty of places to hide, but Mya would find her. Trapped, frozen in time, as line spins on. Oh, yes, she was trapped alright, by her own fear.

She watched the fearful werewolf nod her head, when the vampires mentioned trains. There weren’t any noise of humans waiting impatiently and kids crying. No sighs of the train being late. No shuffling feet of passengers unloading the trains. All there was, was silence and nothing else. The female knew trains weren’t running, but curiosity must have gotten the best of her or she would have left long ago.

“If you didn’t mind the dark, when why are you still in the light?,” the vampires slightly tilted her head as a piece of hair fell from her face. “There is nothing to fear in the darkness, but fear itself.” If anything darkness was their friend, not enemy. She let that thought linger as she smiled widened. The women’s heartbeat was strong now, thumping in her chest. The vampires could hear it loud and clear. Her voice was shaky as she spoke. Mya knew she was afraid of her, but wanted her to speak those words she has heard so many times.

“You think I am starving by my actions? Everyone seems to want some kind of contact, mine just might be a bit to close for your comfort zone. Maybe this werewolf needs to stop watching horror movies. Does me being close to your neck scare you? Does it make you shiver with fright that is is only me down here?,” she whispered.

The vampiress shock her head and licked across her pearly white, long fangs. “I don’t want you as dinner. Not my type, not the blood I want. Can’t I just be friendly?,” Mya asked as she placed her hands in her pockets.

All of the females’ years of being brainwashed by television. Always thinking that all vampires want are blood. This female should realize that she is also a creature of beauty and why can’t there simply be talk without a vampire trying to kill. So sad, so sad.

[Cadence]

Cadence looked around when the vampire asked why she was still in the light if she wasn't afraid of the dark, almost like she was checking if she really was still in the light. She stepped around the vampire and into the darkness of the tunnel, turning around the face the woman again. "I'm not." She managed a small smile here. The woman was becoming less creepy as the seconds ticked by, or maybe she was just getting used to the vampire's odd way of doing things...maybe.

She shook her head. "No, I only meant that starving animals are more feral, a contented lioness is probably more likely to leave you alone. The way you move, it's feral, predatory, not really threatening...but intimidating." She nodded. "Definitely intimidating, though you're probably right about the horror movie part." Truth be told, she wasn't exactly comfortable with the vampire by her neck but she wasn't about to say that out loud.

Cadence had to admit that hearing the vampire say that she wasn't thinking about having a werewolf dinner did make her feel a bit more at ease. Though she didn't think it was completely her fault that she'd been worried with the way the vampire acted. "Yes, you could just be friendly, or at least you could start." She replied simply with a shrug. "But like I said, I've never met a vampire before, maybe sniffing someone's neck is considered friendly." She'd been scared, it wasn't a feeling enjoyed so she was lashing out at the closest person. She wasn't proud of that habit but she couldn't seem to stop herself.