The door in the completely dark apartement opened, light from the outside, apparently some corridor, shooting in, becoming a ray as wide as the doorway. Two bodys, wrapped around eachother in passionet kissing, came in, a female arm reached out from the unti of the two to flick the lightswitch. Instant light, just as sudden as the light when they had flung the door wide, only, this light had a more suddle tone. The appartement was simple enough. It was clean, prooving whoever lived there - probably one of the two making out so lustfully - cared about such things.

The male who apparently was controlling all of this, pushed the woman against the door, closed now. She gasped a little at the dominant and strong act, letting him know with her slightly parted lips, breathing heavily, and her dim eyes, that she liked it. He wrapped his hand around the back of her head and moved his lips closer to hers, giving her all the signals of a kiss. But just as their lips were about to join, he moved her head to the side , exposing her neck for him. She closed her eyes and brought him closer, wanting the lips she had tasted on her sensetive skin. He granted it, he kissed her neck, tasted it. Suddently, while giving her souch plesure, his eye shot open, a androgyn silver color in his irisis, glowing like liquid metall. Though his eyes were slightly concealed behind strands of black hair, one could see that glow did not belong to the eyes of a human. He pressed his lips to her one last time, parting them and thrusting the long fangs into her flesh, a warm explosion providing his mounth with precious crimson delight.

Soon, she lay on the floor, empty, dry, used and eaten. The sculptured features of the young man smiled, a strikingly handsome smile, just as stunning as his eyes were evil. She had been easy to seduce, apparently one to fall for cliché lines and a tall, dark stranger. He could play that role well, even better when he met her because of his hunger. He closed the door, locking and turning of the lights. His face almost seemed to glow with only the source of moonlight to light it. Pale and beautiful he was, just like all vampires should be.

Her appartement would do fine untill next night, when he'd hunt anew.

Ooc: Ok, first topic by the newbie. Id wan't this one to be about vampires meeting vampires, havin conflict between them from long ago. This will, of course, let whoever joins make up stuff as they go along, for example, they could say something like: "Don't you remember me from the 1578?" and then the other will reply with an acctuall memory. It started out sensuall, and I hope to keep it that way. Violent, bloody and lustfull, just like I would imagine the life of a vampire to be like. Any questions? PM me. If not, you cant just start posting. Verse out.

OOC: Woo hoo! Look at this I've found some extra time. I've been quite busy lately but I've decided to hop in anyway. I may not have Harte remember Verse directly, but remember hearing of an outstanding rumor or rumors about him. Just kind of an indirect method...hope this doesn't bother you!

IC:

*The night had not been kind to Harte. To start, she was unable to find a suitable subject for feeding, which almost caused a terrible drop of energy. Next another group of men had challenged her, as if it were anything new. She won quite easily, but it was a draw back to her once joyous evening. And finally to boot, her blind travels settled upon a brutal murder, and she knew the person in red; so to speak. Unfortunately, that friend of hers unable to fight back because of her lack of supernatural powers, became the victim. She wasn't pleased with her adventures this night, nor was she intending to stay out in the open for any length of time. Her pace grew to a quite brisk one as she made her way towards a nearby apartment building. Once she had entered, she lowered her head and concentrated, an odd fog encircling her and transporting her to a higher floor. The door she appeared in front of was the door she decided to take. Instead of resorting to human means and picking the lock, she simply step straight through the solid wood, her spirit form allowing her to pass through unscathed. Once she entered, she noticed a man that strangely enough fit a description she had heard quite a while ago. No name matched the image in her head, but she recalled quite a few interesting points about that man; if that was truly the one she was thinking of. She bowed her head slightly in a show of respect and spoke, her voice more soft and alluring than normal ones of her kind.*

"Excuse me, Sir. I didn't know someone was already inside. I can leave for another room if you'd rather.."

ooc: no bother at all. Welcome to the game, Harte!

Ic:
He had been surprised, but not starteled, he selldom was. She was though, atleast not newborn, her knowledge about him told him that much. What had she heared? That he had been know to hunt even vampires like he did humans? It mattered not, her company was welcome wether she was awed and in respect, or intrigued. He leaned his shoulder onto a wall, the darkness still holding the room, moonlight the only source of light. His arms were crossed over his chest. Maybe she could see his smile, maybe not, the darkness was thick enough for him to be uncertain.

"What I'd rather, o fellow child of the night..." he started, voice playfull but still dark, "...is for your company."

He released his arms from being crossed on his chest, and left them steady by his sides, as he walked towards her, his silver eyes flashing in the ray of moonlight he passed on his way to her. Still a bit worked up but his newly finished hunt, he could not read her, her age and powers. She could very well be even stronger then him, yet, he decided she might as well be a playmate. He'd die if she was the stronger one, and he'd had a helluva lot of fun if she wasn't. Her still being close to the door alowed him to pin her to it, holding his hands pressed agains the door, capturing her in the space between his arms. It was quite a intimate way of holding her from running, still, he did not touch her.

"That was a neat trick you pulled, there. I take you are powerfull?"

Not once did his eyes leave hers, they were filled with that challange, urging her to make the next move.

*Harte backed up at a steady pace before stopping involuntarily by the door sooner than she had expected. She looked back briefly, then back at him staring straight into his silver eyes with her sapphire ones. She narrowed them slightly and spoke softly.*

"That I am..."

*She wasn't sure what to say, so she decided to allow it to go step by step. The last thing she needed that night was more trouble. Of course, if it led that way perhaps she would be able to fight back, but she wasn't sure. This man...she was unable to read his power as she is normally quite able to. It was odd, and she stayed still in fear something may set him off. She would have made a move long ago if she knew what she was up against. A few strands of blood red hair fell in front of her face as she lowered her head slightly, awaiting an answer that may lead somewhere...*

"oh?" he said, almost mocking her with his tone. He let bouth of his arms move closer to her, making the space she was captured in even smaller.

"How strong?" it didn't mean very much if she didn't answer, most vampires wouldn't. And if she did, she might have been modest so he would underestimate her, or she would brag, in order to scare him of.

He had commitet himself to the game with her now, he would not back of. As most of his games were, he mixed lust in this round too. With a slight movement he nuzzeled her forehead, so her hightened eyes could meet his again.

Saphire oceans they were, souch a contrast to her red hair. His silver pools flashed once, emitting with the power within him, with this he let her see a bit of the power she was about to encounter, if she choose to run. His crimsin tight shirt was still unbuttoned by the girl he had feasted on eralyer, and his legs, shrouded in black shiney leather, was prepaired to run after her, should she find a way to brake this position and come loose.

*Harte felt his power now, and it wasn't something to fool with. She snarled at him slightly, the tips of her fangs showing and a slight shine crossing her deep sapphire eyes. She decided to talk back a bit, although this would most likely get her into a worse condition. She was quite the risk taker, no doubt. And this was one of the biggest she's taken.*

"Quite strong, dear man.."

*As foolish as this was at the time, she saw no other option. She relied on magic to get her out of situations as such, never strength. And a physical escape seemed like the only means of escaping. That was by far not her strong suit. There was nothing she could do at the immediate time...*

His eyes narrowed for an instant, but direcly after, the face showed a descrete grin. She was strong, was she? How intressting. He had decided now, upon her curage and what potential he saw in her, that she would be his to enjoy, in one way or another. He brough one of his hands, the long flawless fingers gracing her cheek like they had been tender lovers, just to cup around it. His glare had now become arrogant, almost possesive. He moved his face even closer, lower now, as if he indeed intended to kiss her. She had fine lips, though, most vampires had fine fetures alltogether, enternity had it's perks, afterall. But then, me moved his face a bit to the side of hers, his own lips gracing ger ears as he whispered

"Quite strong hasn't been enough to get away from me for ages, dear. You seem to have run out of luck."

He knew the situation was tense and unsure for the bouth of them, but he would use it, for scenes like this often needed something abrubt from eighter part to split them up, suddle movements like his would often go forgiven, or atleast not acted upon. He let the head fall even a little lower, his mounth close to her neck now. His hand was still on her cheek, his body still close to hers.

Submitt, to me... his voice nolonger came from his lips, no, it was a mental whisper from mind to mind You cannot win, give yourself to me instead...

*Harte sighed softly and leaned her head back for an instant, revealing her neck to him in an almost involuntary fashion. She brought her head back up and shook it a bit, attempting to regain her composure and block out the mental message he was sending. Suddenly, her image sunk back and through the door, as she stepped slowly backwards and slipped through as she had entered. With that, she ran down the hall away from his room and threw open a door leading to stairs. She began to run down them at a brisk pace, hoping he wouldn't follow behind. But just then, her prayers were seemingly unheard. She stopped dead in her tracks as she heard footsteps behind her. Calm, slow ones, as if whomever was coming was not worried about her escape at all. She froze like a deer in headlights, listening intently to the approaching person's trail...*

OOC: I edited it if you had read the other one. I think this'll be easier to follow.

Lexa allowed the surrounding shadows to envelope her slender form. The silver moonlight illuminated her inhumanly beautiful facial features to a rather intresting advantage. The crimson tint of her eyes, the sensual form of her lips, her waist length straight back hair, usually made most men stop in their tracks, thinking she was merely an illusion passing by. Lexa sat on a stone wall outside of her apartment building, the faint breeze blowing the silk like strands of hair about her face. She ran the tip of her tongue a long a canine, feeling it lengthen slightly at the attention.

"Where are you off to in a rush, cherie?"

Lexa asked, nearly startling the Vampire that brushed past her. She caught the flaming red hair and the glint of sapphire like eyes.

OOC: Scratch that last post. Think of it being the last one I didn't notice someone had posted...

IC: *Harte stopped suddenly and looked over to the voice she heard.*

"Running...I'm running from a man who doesn't seem like he's going to leave me alone any time soon"

*She looked back and sighed*

"I think I lost him..."

He had his forehead leaned against the doorm smiling to himself at her little trick. He had expected it, seing her enter the appartement that way, but he knew no way stop her walking trough materi as she had done. He straightened himself out and closed his eyes. In an instant, his body disolved into something that looked like ashes, becoming such fine dust that it completely ixed with the dark air of the appqartement, all this in a matter of second. The bits that used to be him flew out the window and materialized again on the street below. This was his own way of moving himself. He could hear the steps, as she ran. It thrilled him that he could, in fact, strike fare inte even those of his own kind. During his trip inside her mind he had not only given her a message, he had taken some information too, infromation she had not benn carefull enough to hide.

Hearte... That's your name? he thought to himself as he started to walk in her direction, knowing very well were she was headed.

Theyt always choose the same ways of escape. Why would crowds bother him? In crowds he would simply just have to be a bit more descrete. He would let her run.

And as she ran, he did his little trick again, re apparing in the very gathering of people she had though would protect her. She wasn't safer here then any human were. He mixed with the people, not to let her see him. The hunt was one, again.

"I believe I know who you are referring to. "
Lexa stood, seemingly unfolding herself from the shadows.
"His name, is Verse. He and I were brought over by the same person, long ago."
Her aura seemed to shimmer with an almost visible shield of energy.
"But that is irrevelant."
The trace of her French accent clearly visible. Lexa brushed a few strands of dark hair from her eyes and turned, just as Verse approached.
"It has been a long time, Verse, a very long time, cherie."
She saw the shock in his expression. Many had thought her dead, burned by the sun. They were wrong. Now she faced the one man she had ever loved, however she could not tell him, a thing she longed to do.

"Oh no.."

*Harte stated simply in a longing voice as she headed off into the crowd and merged with the rhythmic sway of humans. She attempted to pass by a couple of people, but failed, unable to see let alone push past them*

"Come on dammit I haven't got the time!"

*She nearly yelled and a few people glanced back at her with a strange glare.* She glanced about her and felt that same power again. He was within the crowd. And she couldn't tell where. She paniced, and still couldn't break free from the smothering group. She looked around her desperately, attempting to find her pursuer...*

He was surprised first, yes, but found his way in the situation rather quickly. She had not changed, of course, none of them ever did, that's how they kept alive trough the ocens of time they had expeirenced. In the crowd in wich he had placed himself in, he could see her, and she was deffinetly able to see him. He sent her a thought, litteraly

Well, I though you were dead, Lexa. Well, atleast deader then you seem to be.

It was good to see her again. She was truly imortal if she had not perished, yet. They had chared so much time together, she and him, wandering the young nights together, helping eachother trough the drakness, tinted with the blood of their victims. She had always shyed away from him when he had expressed his friendly, brotherly affection, as if there was something on her mind, but troughit allhe had never managed to get it out of her, what she had been thinking of. Eighter way, nomatter how sweet it was to see her again he had a hunt to attend to.

You've always wanted to see me hunt, Lexa. Here's your chance, cherie. The one you just conversed with will be my new toy, watch me catch her.

Hearte was confused in the crowd. It was a rush to see a vampire as powerfull as her ripped up by his very precence. She was truly affraid, and he would have it no other way. And now, for the mind games. He let her ctach a glance of his face in the crowd every now and then, only letting her he ame closer, but direction and speed, he did not give away. Ah, pain, how he loved to inflict it, even more now, that he had a spectator.

*Harte pressed her eyes closed and simply leapt above the crowd with a flip, landing on the side of the road just before moving traffic. She glanced about her desperately, realizing the images she was noticing were not illusions, nor were they avoidable. He was playing with her now, and she knew that. This would normally anger her, but for some odd reason she was frightened by the whole ordeal. She looked about, her eyes suddenly locking on his full form, standing there in full view in front of her. She backed away slightly, the power again surging through her quite irreversibly.*

Why am I so scared? Why? I need to snap out of this, I have to! Otherwise I'll be that man's....very plaything...

*She rebuked herself over the fear she felt, which was out of character for her on a usual basis. Normally, it's determination and her natural wit that kick in once situations as such arise. But this...this man was far from anything she'd faced. She knew there was no way to escape now, she'd run her limit. Her mind ran blank at the sight of him, sealing her fate and any other trails of escape she may have had planned...*