Post by Jamie on Jul 29, 2005 17:08:33 GMT -5
// Looking for a Mortal boy for my Rayne to play with, Literacy and Advancedness is wanted please <3 //
"When will you learn sweetheart, that nothing is what it seems?"
"Leave me alone"
"Oh sugar don't be like that!"
"I said leave me alone!"
"Leave me alone"
"Oh sugar don't be like that!"
"I said leave me alone!"
The rain that seemed to pelt the floor hard, creating a mist of steam along the cobbled pathways. Rain washed dirt along the pavements, the wind causing tree's to bend in the direction of the gusts.
The figure running through the rain, water lapping at his feet, the rain drenching his clothes, his body seemed so elegant in the middle of such a violent storm.
The young male stopped, moving into the doorway of an abandoned shop, arms hugging his thin figure, rubbing his arms, trying to make the prickling of his skin go down.
The figure running through the rain, water lapping at his feet, the rain drenching his clothes, his body seemed so elegant in the middle of such a violent storm.
The young male stopped, moving into the doorway of an abandoned shop, arms hugging his thin figure, rubbing his arms, trying to make the prickling of his skin go down.
"Ill find you, you can't run from me as easy as that"
He lent back, slowly letting his body slide down the chipped door. His head was lent back, chocolate brown curls falling into vibrant green eyes, dotted with pale blue blotchs.
His skin was clamy and sticky, running a hand across his forhead to collect the beads of sweat that formed on his brow, mingling with the rain that he got caught in. His mouth slightly ajar, tongue running over the front of his teeth, meeting fangs protruding from his gums, coated with the taste of metallic copper.
He needed to move, his thin body racked with the cold from the rain as he shifted suddenly, disappearing back into the black shadows, stalking along the rode, dodging puddles as he slipped into a rather quiet looking Coffee Shop, sliding into a booth as he huddle up next to the heater, dragging the sodden fur coat from his tired limbs and folding it neatly beside him.
Yet another fancy gift from the only person who cared enough for him, yet Rayne didn't return the favour, not anymore, he was sick of killing for someone incapable of doing it for themselves.
The thin crimson shirt he wore was plastered to his body, becoming more of a second skin then anything, his fingers plucked at the expensive looking garment, before they found the vile round his neck, fingers tracing the guilded treasure carefully before cloassing a fist around the ornate and yanking hard, feeling the chain snap against his skin before tossing it onto the ground, letting it roll away from him.
His black dress pants stuck to his legs in awkward places, and his boots were letting water in due to the tares down the sides, but he didn't mind, he could live for now.
He became twitchy, reaching for the salt container from the side and pouring a mountain upon the table, fingers swirling in the grains to make patterns, of hearts, and stars, and circles. Before he was approached by a blonde waitress cheweing gum, something he found irritating.
He orders a simple black coffee, and as he watched her disappear he blew the salt off the table, hugging himself again.
It had never been like this before, back when the whisper of vampires would have made him laugh and giggle, but in the light of day, the truth was dawning upon him with every drop of crimson that passed his lips, and he found he was soon addicted to the taste.
He'd been a very beautiful, outgoing male. With vibrant green eyes, and healthy brown hair. With a knack for art, and painting, he'd sit for hours stroking brushes over the canvas, creating something new, and making people beautiful.
With his thin rosen lips, and his high cheekbones, with a proud nose, and at 21 he was doomed to be that age forever in his looks.
His beauty would now be held forever as a punishment.
He was hungry, the taste of bile in the back of his throat only alerted him that he needed food, or something more.
His eyes glazed around, casting attention of each individual before shaking his head, casting beads of water in all directions, before sinking his head into his arms and closing his eyes.
His skin was clamy and sticky, running a hand across his forhead to collect the beads of sweat that formed on his brow, mingling with the rain that he got caught in. His mouth slightly ajar, tongue running over the front of his teeth, meeting fangs protruding from his gums, coated with the taste of metallic copper.
He needed to move, his thin body racked with the cold from the rain as he shifted suddenly, disappearing back into the black shadows, stalking along the rode, dodging puddles as he slipped into a rather quiet looking Coffee Shop, sliding into a booth as he huddle up next to the heater, dragging the sodden fur coat from his tired limbs and folding it neatly beside him.
Yet another fancy gift from the only person who cared enough for him, yet Rayne didn't return the favour, not anymore, he was sick of killing for someone incapable of doing it for themselves.
The thin crimson shirt he wore was plastered to his body, becoming more of a second skin then anything, his fingers plucked at the expensive looking garment, before they found the vile round his neck, fingers tracing the guilded treasure carefully before cloassing a fist around the ornate and yanking hard, feeling the chain snap against his skin before tossing it onto the ground, letting it roll away from him.
His black dress pants stuck to his legs in awkward places, and his boots were letting water in due to the tares down the sides, but he didn't mind, he could live for now.
He became twitchy, reaching for the salt container from the side and pouring a mountain upon the table, fingers swirling in the grains to make patterns, of hearts, and stars, and circles. Before he was approached by a blonde waitress cheweing gum, something he found irritating.
He orders a simple black coffee, and as he watched her disappear he blew the salt off the table, hugging himself again.
It had never been like this before, back when the whisper of vampires would have made him laugh and giggle, but in the light of day, the truth was dawning upon him with every drop of crimson that passed his lips, and he found he was soon addicted to the taste.
He'd been a very beautiful, outgoing male. With vibrant green eyes, and healthy brown hair. With a knack for art, and painting, he'd sit for hours stroking brushes over the canvas, creating something new, and making people beautiful.
With his thin rosen lips, and his high cheekbones, with a proud nose, and at 21 he was doomed to be that age forever in his looks.
His beauty would now be held forever as a punishment.
He was hungry, the taste of bile in the back of his throat only alerted him that he needed food, or something more.
His eyes glazed around, casting attention of each individual before shaking his head, casting beads of water in all directions, before sinking his head into his arms and closing his eyes.