((right before you decide if you want to join me in this rp - sorry for the title, couldn't think of a better one and just to let you know - i can't rp more than once a day - sorry - will try to post more if you ask me - rule: no killing my character - it's really annoying - this is completely open to anyone and everyone, even if you don't join in right now and do later, i have no issues with that what so ever - but please, give me a chance to reply...thanks))

Jenny squinted her eyes shut as another cars full beams blinded her sensitive eyes. She glared at the driver through a haze of purple and green spots, popping like the flash of a camera. The modern city was murder on her. Vampire eyes where meant for pitch black, not neon light.

Jenny could still remember a time when travellers would ride into town as the night drew closer in, and the slowest, the last to be trying to reach the villages limits rarely made it at all. And even then it was all blamed on bandits! Back when it was easy to snatch a drunken person from the street. Superstation was riper back then, but vampires were rarely blamed.

Gone were the days of candle light and dark, creepy nights, when you needed sharp eyes to catch your prey. The 24/7 illumination of cities confused her senses into thinking she was walking in daylight and gave her a constant stream of headaches. And sneaking up unnoticed on humans? Forget it!

These days the average human carried with them a large number of cumbersome objects, such as a phone with which they could summon help, and didn’t dare venture into areas of natural darkness. They ran like reverse cockroaches from one pool of streetlight to the next.


Of course they were more inclined to follow a perfect stranger back to his or home, or even to invite them round the back of an alley, but being the last person seen with them caused difficulties when the bodies were found. Hunting was a constantly changing game with each advance in technology.

Jenny had tried a brief stint of using the internet to track down prey, but had given up because computers, like lights, gave her a headache…ok so she was kicked out for throwing the damn machine across the room, shattering the ancient monitor, not that it was worth much to begin with!

In a room full of business men and bored teenagers, she had been forced to pay £200 for a machine that should have died out with the dinosaurs! She would have claimed it back later, but thought it would seem suspicious that the owner died shortly after a freaky woman with super human strength paid him for a damaged computer.

At the end of the day, what she needed most out of life was animosity. The ability to blend in with a crowd, now that the shadows were being so depleted. Unfortunately being unusually pale made her stand out a little, but it was nothing that a little foundation and fake tan couldn’t sort out.

Again the days when it was fashionable to be pale skinned had gone. In the old days that was all it sometimes took to get a person to follow you blithely into an alley. That and a few promises that were never actually fulfilled, well something didn’t change, those promises were still the easiest way to lure people.

The wonders of modern cosmetics that could take a vampire paler than a ghost and make her look only slightly anaemic. Tonight she was sporting a slightly orange glow, like a traffic light, on freshly made-up skin, just off to the side of a street lamp, so close to a corner she’d already had two cars slow down to see if she wanted ‘a lift.’

Jenny glanced at her watch, how much longer? Then she saw it. Her prey. Not her, not him, just it, that’s all they ever were to her. She felt a tremble of trepidation, excitement and fear rolled around in her stomach. She pushed off from the wall, dodging traffic easily as she skipped across the tarmac road.

It was alone, not far ahead of her. She trailed it for a while, watching, waiting until the street was deserted accept for the two of them. It slowed its pace, kept looking over its shoulder at her, she pretended not to notice, pretended to be concentrating intently on her music.

Her concentration was on its heartbeat, clear over the music. She brushed past, acting more nervous and in a hurry. Body language suggesting she was the one that had something to really fear.

She waited for it to approach her, ready to grab it at the last moment, but she’d miss judged the distance. It turned down another street and threw a front door before she could catch up. She watched as a living room light was turned on. It was too risky to attack someone in there home.

Jenny cursed, she’d been stalking and planning for a week only to let her prey slip threw her fingers! She kicked a street light angrily, only slightly denting the metal. She fumed for a while longer, then gave up fuming and decided her only other choice was to break into a blood bank.

Blood bank, wonderful inventions of the human race, preserving blood for emergencies; well to Jenny there was no bigger emergency than her own hunger. The blood never tasted quite right, kind of stale by comparison to fresh blood, but it had got her out of a few tight situations in the past.

Jenny circled the building, looking for her best point of entry. A window to the back of the building, she decided, was her best option for not getting caught. She scaled the wall easily, and with a light tap of her fist, smashed the glass on the window.

With sirens blaring in her ears, Jenny grabbed the first pack she could find. Who the hell knew that blood banks had alarm systems?! She slipped out the broken window as security guards broke in threw the front.

She cursed her terrible luck. Surely there was no need to guard blood of all things, so tightly! But then she probably wasn’t the only one to have been using blood banks to get a quick meal. Maybe there was more vampire activity in the area than she anticipated.

Jenny couldn’t give a stuff if there were twenty vampires in a five mile radius of her, as long she never had to meet any of them. There were enough humans in the city to sustain a number of vampires, but that didn’t mean she socialised well with others. She’d been a loner in life, and was a loner now.

Even Jenny’s own master had had more sense than to stick around. Sure he popped round to see her from time to time, but that was only out of some sense of misguided obligation. She’d have been just as happy if he’d never bothered her again.

Jenny’s ears were still ringing when she reached the graveyard. She was panting, out of breath from a long run on fuel supplies of minus zero. She easily climbed the wrought iron gate, paint flaking off on her hands, revealing rust beneath, and landed smoothly on the other side.

There was no sign of a grounds keeper; the graffiti and beer cans suggested that if there was one, they didn’t care much, but she should have known that already. This graveyard was so incredibly old it had long ago fallen into neglect. Ignored for one of the more modern cemeteries.

A cemeteries level of care was subject only to the likelihood and number of mourners that visited it. A graveyard over 200 years old was unlikely to receive much attention, other than as a historic land mark, and as there were older cemeteries with more famous people buried in them this one had largely been ignored.

Jenny picked her way threw weeds and tufts of grass growing on the path. Her heels crunched over the gravel, but everything else was silent. She knelt by one grave, brushing moss off with her finger nails, pulling back nettles that did little to sting her hands.

“No flowers tonight I’m afraid,” she muttered to the monument. Not that she’d ever brought flowers since the day she died. Her mother and fathers tombstone was cracked, the lettering obliterated by years of weathering, slowly wearing it smooth. They died in a fire; she’d been staying with an aunt.

She didn’t dwell on the more depressing memories too much; she tired to think of the good times before and after, skipping that middle part like a bad dream.

Jenny had moved around a lot her extended lift time, but she always came back here. Back to her parents. Even if she rarely visited their graves any more. She brushed the moss from her fake tanned fingers. She hated fake tan; it stained everything, but was a necessity to fit in.

She moved on, past decapitated kneeling stone angels, wonky crosses, cracked tomb stones and a mausoleum that’s roof had caved in and was covered in ivy. She had to wonder what happened when a family died out. Who attended the funeral? Surely a few people had friends, but what about those that didn’t?

She knew for a fact that her village had turned out for her funeral, but that was because they were a small village and it was expected of them. Every death that happened, everyone was there to mourn (or gloat). These days even the close relatives of the deceased rarely attended.

Jenny stopped by a stone angel; its bent head still attached to its body, but covered in grime and swear words.
The chiselled name and dates had long since faded from the front, Jenny was glad of that, because the girl that had died there had faded too.


“What little respect the dead receive these days,” she muttered as she sat down beneath the angel’s stone gaze. She barely even remembered her real name; it was so long ago it seemed useless to even think about it.

She peered up at the angel looming over her. Those peaceful blind eyes stared back at her. She’d replaced the grave marker a few years ago, a bit of vanity she supposed, but she’d also replaced her parents monuments too, that was more of an apology for leaving.

She’d had her old name and date lightly chiselled into the stone, enough so she knew it was there, but not enough to stop the weather from beating it down. She was much happier with her name erased.

Jenny pressed her head back against the cold stone of the angles base. The night was inky and thick above her. The noise and light of the street had faded to nothing in the back of her mind. She ripped the top off her blood pack with her teeth and drank.

It tasted fowl, but she drained it anyway, tossing the empty packet with the rest of the rubbish littering the so called ‘sacred ground.’ She tried not to think about anything, but with nothing to distract her, her mind turned to her existence.

She supposed she should find it lonely, to be on her own every night, maybe she was just weird, enjoying her own company more than that of others. There was hours until dawn threatened her, and she just couldn’t be bothered to start picking out another victim.

She kicked the gravel of the path with her heel, digging a small grove into the tiny loose stones. The angel was hard against her back, hardly the kind of feel you’d expect from an angel. She settled back as comfortably as she could, closed her eyes and tried to enjoy her solitude while it lasted.

OOC: just post when you can alright

Jenny jumped at the sudden sound of a voice, she thought she was alone, she stood up, bumping her head on the angel and cursing loudly. She ducked out from under the kneeling figure, rubbing her sore head. Hitting her head on the angle had not been something she had considered when she had picked it out for herself.

“Who on earth are you? And why are you here?” she asked indignantly, scrunching her face up in pain.

"Name's Caliban, and I'm here because the world hates me and nothing better." he said, looking at the other with somewhat dead expression on his face. Not really know why he came here in first place, he wondered what her story was. But being the one ask, he kept his curiosity to himself. Blocking out the past and just looking forward, Caliban had did much of what he wanted to. But the one thing he wants, he can't get.

Eisen had been traveling for some time, and the area he found himself in was a truly bustling metropolis. It was incredibly bright, but he'd grown used to suddenly changing how his eyestook in light. Truly, this area would be a challenge. Humans scurrying about, shapeshifters running around, vampires stalking the night. This place had everything, and the amount of knowledge to be gained was massive. He remembered what it was like to be mortal, to worry of death, to seek love, to believe a higher power could be of help. He used to believe it too, before his cursed gift of "Eternal Life" showed itself. After a few centuries of searching, he'd yet to find a definitive answer. He was immortal, yet not a vampire. He could control his inner energies, yet was no psionic. He wasn't sure of his exact nature, but the need of knowledge was always in his thought process. His current clothers, a pair of black loose cargo pants and a black hooded trench coat with a sleeveless black shirt made him appear like some delinquent, the hood causing only the forefront of his silvered hair to be visible. The ribbon he used to tie his hair was inside his pocket, and it would be simple to retrieve it if needed. Manuevering through the streets, it wasn't long before he found himself at his destination.

The ancient graveyard was silent as himself, and it was perfect. No sound, only the moonlight and some spare lamps to contend with. He enjoyed it already. His swift steps made such little sound, he could be mistaken for wind. The yelling farther into the graveyard however, couldn't be. FOllowing the path of light before him, he knew his destination was where the conversation was taking place. Whatever was happening, he needed to document it. Following the path, he stopped short by about fifty yards. Two people, a boy and a girl, a vampire and a human, were talking. He could hear them well enough, and He figured the vampire girl would have noticed him by now, but he remained motionless, as much a statue as the angel which had brought those two together. His dead gaze fixed on them, his breathing nearly non-existent. He waited.

Leila looked around confused at where she was "oh dear. . .Seems im lost. . ." She walks around the graveyard and spots the vampire she caught at the library that one night and snuck up behind him "Um sir Whacha doin? " she giggled and followed where his eyes were gazing "ohh spying! Thats so sneaky" She giggled "Its not so nice D:" She looked back at them being able to hear what there saying "Oh my D: especially what there talking about~ Poor Mr.Caliban ^^~ Maybe I should give him a marshmellow? O.O what do u think Mister Vampire? "

Eisei wasn't surprised by the girl. She seemed to ever be present, and he'd stopped wondering what she was. He'd find out eventually, no matter how long it would take. Time was the one thing he had plenty of. He nodded at the girl and the boy who were talking, "She is a vampire, certainly. The boy is of no concern....." He was speaking to himself, like he'd constantly do. He watched them carefully still, even as he spoke to the girl, "You still believe me a Vampire?" He wasn't sure, but he thought she may have been joking. Oh well. It was kinda funny, either way.

"Yes im joking mr.Eisei" she giggled thinking he fell for her joke. "But why are you watching them Mr.Eisei?" she looked up at him cutely wiht a curious fce she just had this thing stuck in ehr head, to always want to know more then what was known or shown. Her real first Papa always told her ot never judge a book by a cover and that ment people too. SO she stared at Mr,Eisei dyeing to touch his forehead and know more baout his past, she could wiht just a touch thanks to her powers her first Papa had given her but she did not dare for her First Papa taught her also that even if you have the things to do something does not always mean you should. SHe sighed getting herself a few feet awya from teh man as to not be tempted of touching his forehead.

Eisei was quiet a long time, contemplating is answer. Why was he he watching them? He sighed slowly, eyes still on them, "Something in me is yelling, screaming at me to collect information. Whatever is going to happen between these two is important, and It wants me to document it......" He wasn't sure if he even understood what he hadjust said, bt thtwas the bst way he could explain it. His power, whatever it truly was, seemed dependent on knowledge. The more he gained, the greater his own power appeared to grow by comparison. Whatever could be learned, he could master and know. Given time, of course.

He could see her move out of the corner of his eye, and could sense the agitation through her aura. Something about her hand, that was all he could figure out. Whatever was bothering her, he'd figure it out and help her eventually. All he seemed good for was helping others. Until the day he ceased to exist, gathering information and helping girls was all he planned to do. He wasn't sure just how to go about one of those all te time, but things just seemedt alays wrk out for the best when he was involved.

"Information. . ." she lookded odnw at her feet "you know what you dont know wont hurt you, some say the less htey know the more courage htey wield" she smiles "If so that means your courage is dropping" she looked over at the two "Im just saying thats on that kind of persons point of view" then she glanced back at Eisei "I like ot know too but sometimes its just being nosy and priying into others lifes. I get scolded for it to tell you the turth" she giggled at the htought, God lecturing her on knowing and her brothers and sisters all doggie piling on top of her ot teach her a lesson.

Eisei shrugged, "What need have I for courage? Its merely an emotion....." Eisei turned towards her, "Its an intrigueing concept though. I've never really tried to avoid the urges, of wanting to know...." He started walking off, back down the path, "Maybe I'll give it a try right now......." As he walked away, he felt a tug, a pull on his very soul. I didn't want him to leave. It wanted him to stay. Why? Whatever the reason, should he try to find out? No, he was trying to forget right? Trying to forget..........yeah. Maybe forgetting would help? Maybe not learning anything would make for a healthy change?

Leila smiles happily thinking she finally helped out the man and got up taking his hand and his history flashed before her and she let go fast putting her hands behind her back "Im proud of you ^^~" she giggled nervously as she walked ahead of him "So where will you go next Mr.Eisei?" She made her foot kick a pebble as it flittered away towards Eiseis feet and hse kept her eyes on that pebble, not removing her glance.

Eisei stopped to look at her, stunned recognition on his face, "That power seems to work on anything, then....." He moved swiftly, continuing down the path at a normal pace, "I'll go wherever my feet take me......" He had felt a sudden twinge in his head, when she touchedhim. He'd seen every moment, every memory he had, as it flowed out and into her. SHe'd seen everything, in just seconds. All his travels, all his loves. All the people, all the nations. All the monarchs, all the Kings, the queens, the presidents and dictators.

All the death. All the good he'd done, and all thebad.

He'd done alt in his life, very little of which he was proud of. He'd killed, he'd manipulated, he'd even abducted, all for the sake of knowledge. With all those memories being known, he felt like a part of himself was gone, like it had changed him somehow. He was worried, that was the word for it. What would this girl think of him now, nw that she knew everything? For the first time in a long time, he was worried what another being would think of him. The last time he'd felt this way was with Nodoka, when she'd given him his current name.......

He shook his head, getting the thought of her out his head. It wouldn't do to think of such a depressing memory at the moment. It did make him think though. The way this girl acted, it reminded him of her so much. Was that why he trusted her? Was that why he let her follow him? He guessed so, but what troubled him more was the thought that she saw what happened to Nodoka. How he couldn't save her, how she died trying to change him.......

“Sereptia, there is something I have been meaning to speak to you about,” an older woman, who looked like she was in her early 40’s said softly.

Her eyes were a sharp brown, the color of milk chocolate with a ripe yellow woven in. It gave her an eerie glow; it lit her face like the sun was perpetually shining on her. Her body, although aged, had become a fine wine. Her red hair had never lost its shine nor had her full red lip lost their color or pout. In many ways she was still the beauty I remembered as a young child; the woman who had helped me learn of how to seduce men.

She lifted herself from the lounge chair she had been sitting in, and swept her arm across in a subtle gesture that beseeched me to replace where she had sat.

Obediently, I stood up from bow I had been in, and sat in the chair. My stomach churned in anxiety; I couldn’t rightly guess what my Madam wished of me. I was one of her prime courtesans of her notorious Theris House; she normally had different men of high prestige that she wished for me to entertain for an evening. I, her secret spy, who would procure her heart’s desire with sweet churn of my honey voice to an ever-so-willing man or woman. I am the best, and age will never bitter my wine.

“It’s about your parents, mon chere.” She spoke quickly, beginning to pace the room.
My heart fluttered to my throat and beat there errantly, begging of her to finally speak of the one topic I longed to hear. My parents were the people who abandoned me at a young age and left me destitute in a prospective courtesan’s hands. Had it not been for her natural ‘talent’, I would have died as a young babe.
Saved by an entertainer.

“Your parents weren’t fairy tales, my dear. They were devilish beings with no self control, and a hunger for death that cannot be matched save by the night crawlers that wander the streets in the older parts of the city. You, my darling girl, are lucky to never have known them as I had. Your mother was no courtesan; she didn’t know the arts of love and arts as we do. She was a common street whore who allowed any monster to be her personal lover.” Montgney shook her head, glaring at the window outside. Her eyes were wroth with cascading emotions, all of which I couldn’t exactly pick out.

“Sereptia, your father was worse. I have come of the knowledge that he was a rapist and murderer; in his hay day he had killed over 27 men and women, and easily escaped the authorities. I have heard rumor your mother abandoned you because he had grown an interest in causing the death of babes as well.” She stuttered in disgust.

“One night when your father came home to his lover, if you could call them lovers, they fell asleep in each other’s arms after a night’s escapades. In the middle of the night she grasped the hilt of his blade and thrust it into your father’s body, and soon turned the blade on herself. The authorities were finally called in, after the stench of their decaying flesh had all but consumed their area of the city.” She bent her head to her hands, almost as if she was upset with herself. Like she never wished to speak of it to me, and yet….

Here we are.

“I’m sorry, daughter. I never wished to speak of this to you.” She mumbled, opening her arms as if in expectation of a hug.
“Yes, such a tragedy…” I replied calmly, rising slowly out of the lounge chair. I felt empty: completely devoid of any feeling or emotion. I was truly a monster, as all my rivals said.

I am a monster.
“Excuse me,” I replied quickly, the air leaving my lungs. I lunged for the door, and ran, willing my feet to take me anywhere-but remain here.

"Wherever your feet take you?" she giggled "Your so amusing Mr.Eisei! You know," she leaned in clsoer ot him poiting her index fingerin the no no no sign as in he did something bad "My feet would be in alot of pain if i were you. shame on you" she giggled and backed awya again running ahead of him "Why dont. . ." she thought to herself "We, EXPLORE THE GRAVEYARD! THat'll be so exciting" she jumped up and down wanting him to agree so bad.

It wasn't long before my feet carried me to a busy portion of road, and I stood still in the middle of the street, my chest heaving from excitement and exercise. I wiped the bead of sweat from my forehead, and relaxed my shoulders before moving closer to a man and woman talking.

Thats when my head began to buzz, first a painful aching noise, which than grew soft and dull. After the flash of pain, I could hear those around me, all their thoughts, and all their wishes. In fact, the two people right next to me seemed to be on a mission to find a secret from another person (of which I couldn't see).

I couldn't control the power...it more or less just started controlling me. It would make this odd buzzing sensation and than allow me to read minds, until, it mysteriously dissipated.
I couldn't help and stare at the couple next to me: their minds were open platters that fed my curiosity of this new magic: the new feeling of power.

Ironic how the magic didn't work for Madam Montgney....but that could be fixed easily once I harnessed the power.

Leila noticed the person towards her as she closed off her mind to be read and turned her head glaring then noticed he was being overtaken. She walked ot him slowly, her high heels clicking loudly, and only so loud it could blow your eardrums off if your brain was buzzing or you were feeling a strange sensation. She made it to the person and touched the perons head lightly as she broke the power overpowering the person and making it be covered up for now, not coming out for a while. ". . ." she turned her body to Eisei "Um, I think I know what we can do" she smiled sweetly "Let help this perosn first then go explore alright? Mr.Eisei?"

Leila noticed the person towards her as she closed off her mind to be read and turned her head glaring then noticed he was being overtaken. She walked ot him slowly, her high heels clicking loudly, and only so loud it could blow your eardrums off if your brain was buzzing or you were feeling a strange sensation. She made it to the person and touched the perons head lightly as she broke the power overpowering the person and making it be covered up for now, not coming out for a while. ". . ." she turned her body to Eisei "Um, I think I know what we can do" she smiled sweetly "Let help this perosn first then go explore alright? Mr.Eisei?"

Eisei had been caught by surprise, and he now watched the girl intently. He was quiet in his contemplation. WHoever she was, she couldn't control this power of hers, that was for sure. He'd been able to see it, like a web spreading out rapidly, settling on people and leaking their thoughts. Surface thoughts only, it appeared to him, but it was only a powerful burst, not ong enough or focused enough to probe the right areas. With the right control though......

Eisei knelt and picked the girl up without so much as a grunt. The passing people stared for maybe a second, out of curiosity more than anything, and were on their way quickly. No initiative to stop and see if the girl would be safe. Eisei hated this city already. With a light turn, Eisei walked down the stret toward a neon sign that read Hotel, turning once to speak with Leila, "She's lucky you're cute, or I would have said no."

Leila blushes slightly and then smild sweetly giggling and walked over towards Eisei heading into the hotel room with him and placed the girl in Eiseis arms on the bed coveirng her up and putting a wet rag on her forehead. Leila walked over to the food pantry and got out some food making a little something, a few sandwiches and set them on a small table. She walked to the bed and sat down on the side of the bed as he moved her hand swiftly to the girls forehead "Poor thing. . ."
Leila wondered if, the thing god was tlaking baout, about certain powers being given to people and not by him was happening before her eyes. She touched the girls forehead once again getitng into her mind and seeing everything.