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Post by Vanity Blake, on Jan 19, 2007 23:38:10 GMT -5
 xx  YOUR SUBTLETIES, THEY STRANGLE ME. I CAN'T EXPLAIN MYSELF AT ALL. AND ALL THE WANTS AND ALL THE NEEDS, ALL I DON'T WANT TO NEED AT ALL,
A well dressed female pulled open the door to a small pub, stepping inside. She was exhausted..again. Shocker there. There were dark bruises under her eyelids and her crystal tinted optics looked about ready to fall shut, they were so heavy with sleep. The young female was clad in a simple pair of destroyed, medium wash blue jeans, a Hollister Co. hoodie, and a pair of black Hype heels. They clacked quietly against the wooden floor as she made her way over to the bar. She flashed the relatively attractive bartender and toothy grin before hoisting herself up onto the stool. For her young age, she looked much older, at least twenty-one. She could use that to her advantage often, and she liked that. "I'll have a Guinness," she said in a voice dripping in a soft, soothing sound. The bartender merely smirked at her and returned with her beer a minute later.
She took a swig and looked around the small pub, gaze flickering quickly from one object to another, the television sitting against the wall, a small dance floor that was empty and dark, a few tables, and the bar, obviously.
She crossed her ankles over each other and rested them on the bottom rest of the bar stool before sighing and taking another swig of her drink. She doubted if any cops bothered coming out here anyways. It was dark, a little eerie, and it was storming out tonight. The perfect night to get a drink, alone. The word sounded foreign, bouncing around in her head. She thought it over and sighed, thin finger tracing the rim of the beer glass. When she thought about it, she realized that she had never been alone much before until moving here, to Forks. Here, she didn't know too many people. Back in Isliton, she couldn't have had more friends that she was always hanging out with. "Alone," She whispered. The word sounded foreign even slipping off of her tongue and she took another drink of the beer. |
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Post by Jasper Hale on Jan 19, 2007 23:57:49 GMT -5
Oh the pains of being thirsty. Parched throat, dry mouth, unable to speak clearly- no, not that kind of thirsty, hungry thirsty, thirsty for the blood of a human. He needed something, and quickly, the animal blood that he had been living off of for so long was no longer enough, he needed the real thing. He refused to breathe as he walked, forcing himself to put the smells of human blood out of reach, no one would notice while he was in motion. The male stepped through the doors to a pub, dozens of innocent humans around the room, all so unaware of the danger that they were suddenly in, any one of them could be next. Stop it, don't do this! He thought to himself, trying to convince himself that this was the wrong thing and all of Carlisle and Esme's work to keep their secret hidden could be dashed, all because of him. So why the hell was he walking into a place littered with the weak mortals? Because he was thirsty, and his thirst would be quenched.
He would be breaking the rules, he would put himself and his family in danger, but he wouldn't return to the Cullen household, at least not in a way that authorities could track him. So what if they did, he's just have to deal with them too, more for him. The male examined the room, trying to pick out his quarry, trying to divide each of the human's scent into different categories, trying to locate the most pungent- the most satisfying. He spotted a girl sitting alone, for the most part, at the bar. Jasper would start with her and if she was a waste, he would move on, simply picking out the loners until he was no longer in this frenzy. The male began walking towards her, sliding into the bar stool next to her, refusing to breath while he got a hold on his senses; when he felt he had them under control, he let out a breath and looked to her, his voice perfect and smooth like his siblings', the voice of a vampire. "Hey, the name's Jasper." He said with a bright smile, his white teeth sparkling, introducing himself but not extending a hand. He wouldn't touch her, not indoors at least, not in public, he would wait until he got her outside, then all would fall into place. |
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Post by Vanity Blake, on Jan 20, 2007 0:35:25 GMT -5
xx YOUR SUBTLETIES, THEY STRANGLE ME. I CAN'T EXPLAIN MYSELF AT ALL. AND ALL THE WANTS AND ALL THE NEEDS, ALL I DON'T WANT TO NEED AT ALL,
The thin femme smiled warmly at the beyond attractive male that sat next to her. "Hey, I'm Vanity." she said, glancing down quickly at his hand and then back up. His breathtaking facial features made her catch her breath and then she let it out. Odd, it certaintly was. She smiled briefly at him, revealing a part of her pearly white dentals before she snapped them together, turning back to the drink in front of her. There was something off about him. Maybe it was his unusually gorgeous features. It was just completely inhuman, but that drew her towards him.
"So, Jasper, what brings you here?" She asked him, face leaning in slightly towards his, her eyelashes batting flirtaciously. Stupid, stupid girl. She didn't know better. She thought that there was no harm in flirting, but in this town, she couldn't have been more wrong. She didn't know of the extreme dangers lurking in every shadow, every crevice that was looked over. She was in danger all the time, and she had no idea. Now that, what she was doing to Jasper, it was just dumb. She had no idea that at any minute, she could by lying dead alone with the other twenty or so people in the pub. She could be the idiot victim out of them, and she didn't know any better.
She pulled her face away and a smile tugged at the edges of her labrums. She smirked and continued running her finger along the rim of the beer glass before she lifted it and took another drink, the bitter taste cooling her insides, like home. She turned towards Jasper again and smirked, crystal eyes glaring into his dark, nearly black and peculiar eyes. They were almost a complete onyx, and it made her think twice about flirting with him again. Something was wrong, and she wanted to find out what. She was curious, so sue her...well, considering who she was dealing with now, she probably wouldn't be alive to see daylight if she kept the same attitude she was having now. She could be dead before sunrise, and that would be very unfortunate. |
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Post by Jasper Hale on Jan 20, 2007 23:04:00 GMT -5
A nod was the only reply he gave to her words, he wasn’t going to say ‘Nice to meet you Vanity.’ That was just a silly thing that a mortal would say, stupid humans. His thoughts trailed to her name, Vanity, it suited her well, or in Jasper’s opinion it did. ”Got thirsty.” He said, smirking at the little joke he was enjoying. He wasn’t lying, it was the utter truth, Jasper was thirsty, just not in the sense that she would think of. As she leaned towards him, the male closed his eyes and stopped breathing, his fists clenched at his side, why did there have to be other people in here? Sure, he would be able to get rid of them all without a problem, but what he was worried about was the screams, the screams all of the other mortals would let out when they saw the blonde’s body fall to the floor, eyes wide with shock. A smirk crossed his features at the thought and when his orbs opened once more, they were darker than when they closed. This human was such a stupid one, probably one of the stupidest he had met, didn’t she wonder about his eyes? His appearance? He was half-pleased that she wasn’t so close to him now, she had gone back to her drink. If Vanity had been where she was when his eyes closed, she would probably be dead now, lucky move on her part. His thoughts began to wander, trying to think of ways to get her outside, into some alley perhaps, away from the streets, to a place where no one would hear her scream. ”And you? Why are you here?” He asked, it might have come off a little rude sounding, but he didn’t bother to apologize or take back what he said, he needed time to think and he just wanted to keep her talking until he figured a way to get her outside. Or, maybe he was just feeling lazy today, maybe he shouldn’t even bother going outside. Maybe he should set off the fire alarm and get everyone out of there and then get it done amongst the chaos. Yes, he liked that idea, he would get what he wanted and no body would know what had happened until it was too late. By that time, he’d be long gone.
But how would he set off the fire alarm? If there was a latch he could pull that would work, but he hadn’t seen one when he entered and he didn’t see one when he looked around. So he needed to start a little fire, or start some smoke at least. But then again, he didn’t have a source either. Maybe it was hopeless; he’d just have to end up going outside anyways. Why did it have to be so complicated? Why couldn’t the others just accept the death of the stranger, why couldn’t they just take it as a part of life? A growl was emitted from his throat as his annoyance built up into anger but it quickly faded, he couldn’t be scaring off his prey now could he? Jasper was getting ready to ask her if she wanted to join him outside but he quickly stopped himself, if she denied, it would all be ruined, there would be no way to get her outside without creating a scene of some sort. He would give it ten minutes and if they got no where, he's set off the alarm and it would all be over with just like that. |
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