NOTE: Need ONE MAIN GUY CHARACTER and he MUST BE A VAMPIRE. Thank you and that is all for now.


The all to familiar sounds of an argument floated up the stairs and into Keaira's small room. She closed her pale green eyes as she attempted to block out the screaming and crashing noises from the rooms below, knowing that in the morning the entire lower level of the house would be a disaster area. It was always like this almost every night, and she hated it so badly she wished she could just escape. What she wouldn't give to just get away from those adults that weren't even real parents, but what could she do? She was only seventeen with no money except the few bills in her wallet, no job, and no way of really getting one yet either. So striking out on her own definitely would not be to her advantage, no matter how badly she may want it.
Another loud crash broked Keaira from her train of thought, causing her to jump at the sudden sound. "There goes another plate, or a lamp, or something else breakable." She thought to herself as she sat up on her bed, brushing strands of her shoulder length red hair away from her face. With an almost wistful expression she glanced at her reflection in the mirror on her vanity table. A petite yet slender young woman with pale skin to match the color of her hair and eyes looked back at her, and the same depressed look that she knew was on her own face looked back at her from the mirror.

"You look about as bad as I feel." She told her reflection, resulting in a humorless smile before she fell back onto her bed. For what felt like hours she just stared up at the ceiling until the fighting reached a much higher level then before, and by then she had had enough. Grabbing her wallet with one hand and cellphone with another, Keaira shoved them into the pockets of her jeans before opening her window. With an ease that had come from years of practice, Keaira skillfully climbed down the large oak tree that grew right beside her house and ran towards the now empty park. It was the perfect place to go if she didn't want to be found for a while, and it was empty so no one should bother her there. It gave her a chance to be alone and wait for the storm at home to blow over before she went back, and the best part was that neither of her parents would even know or care if she were missing. That alone gave her more free reign to do as she pleased, and right then getting away from that warzone she called home was her top priority.

Hey, I'm interest in joining in.

OOC: Cool, then feel free to jump in! Oh and have fun cause that's the main reason I posted this thing to begin with. ^^

OCC: Haha! Cool. Are we going by the same rules as in the books Twilight? Like for the vampires appearances and such?

OOC: I'll leave that completely up to you, if you want to use those rules fine by me and if not that's fine to. So in other words you've got free reign as to what you want to do with the character. ^^ ((And yes I've read the Twilight series so I know what you're referring to quite well. (= ))

Cole sat on one of the swings. He sat still as he licked the thick liquid from each of his fingers and smiled. His teeth slightly peaked from beneath his upper lip though they noticeably made his lips bulge as if he had braces or just big teeth. He licked the full lips that graced his slender face. He had a strong jaw line, free of facial hair, and a crooked nose that was slightly off centered. He leaned back in the swing, grabbing the metal locks to keep himself from falling as he kept his legs bent underneath the burlap seat to keep from swinging. The moon was beautiful tonight or maybe it just seemed that way. So many stars.

He sat back up straight, watching as the many empty swings amongst him swung pathetically in the mild wind. Each swing seemed to whine in its own voice asking why they hadn’t been chosen. He then looked down at his feet which were covered in dark blue Chuck Taylor’s. There sat a crumbled sheet of wax paper with remaining residue from the bloody burger he had ordered at club that often catered to his kind. He kicked the wad with a scuffed white toe and sighed in obvious boredom.

Cole had been out since sunset, roaming the city with no particular purpose. He enjoyed the noise that came with the active night life. So many speeding cars and drunkards talking, laughing and beeping their horns. It was music to his ears.

He stood up, finding the swing set tiresome, and stretched his slender body. He was overall long, standing at 6’5. He had long, skeletal fingers and long feet. No part of Cole’s body could be considered big, he was just long and then. His skin was dull brown a few centuries back is had been a creamy brown. His hair was dark and wavy, stopping below his shoulders, heavily contrasting his bright green eyes. He reached into the pockets of his faded leather jacket, reaching from alternative sides a carton of Black & Milds and lighter. Once he fished the dark brown miniature cigar from its package and placed the mouth piece between his lips. He could feel his lips curl into another smile as he flicked on the lighter and went to work.

OOC: Haha! Okay. Wasn't sure. I think I'll just go by the books then. I think that will just make things easier. Mkay. Here's the reply:




Sean knew he shouldn't be there. He knew it was wrong. Everything he had worked for could so simply be ruined that night. All the monthes of angony would have no reason. The thirst would be for naught. Sean knew this, but Sean didn't care. Not that night.

He had hoped the fresh air would help clear his head. And it did. But only so much. The cool breeze blew against his dark, deep auburned hair that seemed to be in disray in all the exactly right places and the clouded night sky matched his thoughts. His eyes were a scorching black, burning intesnly down towards his feet. Lately, he would feel this way. His transition in diet put him in these tantrums in his mind. Causing him to debate with himself. Which to choose? What was right, or what was felt right?

He was sure to keep his distance when he was in this condition. From everyone. Especially from humans. There was where lay the true threat. He could smell them. Everywhere. As he walked down the streets, in evey store and every shop, and through the halls of the horrid school. That was where it was at it's worse. The school. They were there everywhere. Behind every wall, in the corrids, in every room, anywhere. Everywhere. But he had remained strong. He had fought the urge.

It would all just be so easy. That had to be the worst part. He could so easily quench his thirst. His thirst for their blood. It was all too simple. To coax them into a desolate area. Any of them. One of the students or faculty. They were all so unaware. It would all be so easy. Too easy.

His pale skin was easily seen through the surrounding dark that traced his every outline. He was unnaturely beautiful. Each feature on his young, gorgeous face was sharp and perfect. It took little effort to appear the way he did. He never asked for such a look. He sighed as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, his expression that was once hard and infuriated, was now sorrowful and filled with remorse. The burn in his throat seemed so unbearable. It had been weeks since he had last been hunting. Almost a year now since he had last been in search for human blood. A nasty habit that he had been given and never picked up. He didn't like his kind. They seemed so heartless, so inhumane. But that wasn't completely true. None of them had asked to be what they had become. It was no decision they had made. It was a fate that had been chosen for them.

But there were some, very few, but some who chose another path. Much like one Sean was taking now. Feasting upon animal blood in replacement to humans. It was difficult and was not near as satisfying, but had been done and was now what Sean lived by. He didn't want to be seen as a monster. He didn't ask for what he had become and was refusing to accept it.

Sean's feet came to a halt as he brought his eyes from the ground to his surrounds. He was across from the town park. He stood at the full height of 6'3, bringing one hand up out of his pockets and brushed it through his hair with his long pale fingers as he viewed the small area. So serene, dark. The park was a very empty scene to behold at this late hour. It was almost peaceful. Serene. But something was different. Someone was there. But where? He could smell them. His throat felt as if it was inflamed and his nostrils filled with the burning scent. He was at full alert now. Watching. Waiting.

The park, as Keaira expected, was mostly empty save for the usual sounds of the city she could hear in the background but she didn't pay any attention to it. The noise was distant enough that it wouldn't disturbe her, and she could easily ignore it after years of doing so whenever she escaped out here.
A light breeze blew her hair around her face as she idly sat on the swing using her foot to slowly push herself back and forth. The old rusty chains seemed to creek and whine underneath her weight and the movement of the swing, almost as if they were threatening to snap in two at any given moment. However, they held up despite the noise leaving Keaira free to worry about other things instead of the possibility of the swing breaking.

All she did really was gaze up at the sky as she let her mind wander over anything and everything. At the same time she began picking out the different patterns and constellations that she was familiar with, while recalling the many myths and stories she knew about these star pictures. She had always been fascinated by old stories and legends, especially the darker ones. They always seemed to have a pull to them that drew her in, and she could spend hours just reading stories that most considered either to dark or boring.
"Darn that reminds me I should have brought my book with me. Oh well guess I'm stuck telling stories from memory." Keaira said to herself. Back home she had a book filled with old myths and legends, and she had read it so many times that she knew most, if not all, of the stories by heart. So just to kill more time she began reciting each story to herself while picturing each scene in her mind.

Sean was crouched in a low, cautious position. His eyes grazed over the park, his throat felt as if flames inhabited it. He blinked and straightened his stance to full height in an inhumanly speed.

Ooops, he thought, slightly embaressed.

He was glad he was hidden by the night's shadow so no one would have seen such unusual behavior. Humans didn't do that. Only one of his kind would do such a thing. Such a monsterous like thing . . .

His eyes landed on a small set of swings in the center of the park. He could hear eveything. Every chirp from every insect, the bustling of small creatures in their homes, the slight whistle of the gentle wind. His ears picked up every sound. But the one that stood out the most was the creaking of chains. The rusted metal clinked and squealeing. There was nothing exceptionally particular about the noise. It was quite innocent. But it was too strong to be caused by wind. There was something creating the a sound . . .

A girl.

Sean watched her from his distance, slightly startle. It was simple enough to see through the night's dim lighting. Her red hair reached her shoulder's and the moon's cast seemed to highlight her pale skin, setting her all the more out from the dark. He found it difficult to read her face. He couldn't quite decide what emotion was there. Her pretty face didn't quite seem upset, but no smile graced her lips.

This disturbed him for some odd, unknown reason. She seemed quite distant. Almost . . . sad?

The burn in his throat that thirsted for what flowed through her veins seemed to fade into the back of his mind. He didn't seem to be thinking much anything. His thoughts were suddenly in every direction. He just watched for a moment. Such an innocent sight. It wasn't particularly unusual, but unexpected. He felt as if he had seen this girl before. Possibly many more then once. He guessed she was from his school. That seemed to be a safe bet. She appeared to be around his age of seventeen. But he couldn't be sure. Sean never was very social among the humans. He tended to feel slightly irritated with them. Not that they had ever in any way caused him grief or any reason to be so annoyed or distant, but the smell of their blood. It was unbearable. He hated it. The want to take away their lives for temporary satisfaction.

Sean took a step towards the girl, and then another which was soon followed by a third. He then found himself making his way in a very casual pace towards her. It was simple but altogether very graceful. Unnaturally, uncontrollably graceful.

He stopped before the girl and smiled, both hands relaxed in his jean pockets. A crooked smile appeared on his handsome, pale face as his eyes rested on hers. "Hey," He greeted causally, his lopsided grin now turning to be slightly amused. "Isn't it all little late? Ya' know, to be out here at such an hour?" He asked, his tone light and polite.

He wasn't quite sure what made him do it. Take such a bold move to approach her. He didn't understand how he could control the need for her blood at that moment and still be so close to her. He wasn't sure he had ever had such an easy prey before him. Ever. No one seemed to be around. It was dark. It was late. And she appeared to be genuinely alone. A hunter couldn't ask for a more convenient situation. But that wasn't what he had in mind. He didn't want to kill her. He didn't want to harm her.

It was strange and without explanation, but it seemed he just simply wanted to be around her.

Keaira heard his footsteps approaching her before he ever spoke, and her immediate reaction was to put up her guard seeing as there was no telling what kind of person was walking in her direction. At the same time she acted as if she had noticed nothing, until he stopped right in front of her.
She couldn't help but stare at him. True she recognized him from the few times she'd caught a glimpse of him at school, but even then it was hard not to stare. The way he was so unnaturally handsome but at the same time distant from everyone around him, for some reason that sparked her curiosity in many ways. However, she had never been brave enough to approach him on her own so meeting him here by seemingly pure chance had completely caught her off guard. Even so the expression on her face never changed to reflect such, the distant but faintly sad look in her eyes never leaving as she gazed up at him.


"Maybe so, but that's never stopped me before." Said Keaira in answer to his comment about how late it was. She was well aware of the time of night it currently was, and that it was strange for anyone to be out here this late. That didn't really matter to her, as this was the only place she really could go to get any kind of peace whatsoever. This was also the best time since no one came out here at night, so to her it was the perfect place to hide out for a few hours before she attempted to see how much damage had been done back home.
Still it left her wondering why he was even out here to begin with. If it was late for her then surely he had to have a good reason for being out here. For some reason she found herself unable to voice that question, almost as if she didn't really want to know the answer. For reasons she could not explain she just knew it would be better to keep that question to herself, because some things were better left unsaid for now.

"Maybe so, but that's never stopped me before." She replied simply, the look in her face was wistful. A hint of sorrow could be traced in the eyes that seemed to be fixed on his. It was strange. Ever since he could remember, he had been starred down by humans since the begining of his immortal life. It was very strange. He never could quite understand what they were gawking at. Could they see through his thin sherade? That he wasn't what he had intended them to believe he was? This, again, caused Sean to feel uneasy. He wasn't exactly sure why that was. Maybe it was because this girl didn't exactly seem like the other humans he was always surrounded by. It was like she had been through more. Seen more. Knew more.


His smile faded and he gazed back at her, cocking his head to the side, his expression puzzled and his eyes curious. "Before? You mean you always come out at this time of night?" He now starred back at her with disbelief. "Isn't that a little . . . unsafe?" He questioned, his perfect lips falling to a frown of concern. Sean was well aware that even in a town like theirs that didn't seem so bad, there were still plenty of dangerous people in the area. Those of the human variety, and those that perfered the taste of blood . . .

Now how many times had she heard that one before? She'd lost count and certainly wasn't about to try and rethink over the exact number. Keaira was all to aware of the dangers that came with walking alone in a deserted area late at night, but the more she did so the less concerned she became over said dangers.

"That's what I've been told before, but I've snuck out here enough that it doesn't bother me anymore. And yes I have come out here this late before, several times actually." She told him but any other information she didn't give. She had enough hell to deal with without having everyone in the world know about it, and just telling one person was often how that got started. As a result she kept her family troubles to herself despite how she knew people could tell something wasn't quite right with her. That she was hiding something that was affecting her even more deeply then she wanted to admit.
Still she couldn't just go blabbing her life story to some guy she had only glanced at before and just started talking to. He may be familiar in the sense that she had seen him several times before, but other then that they knew nothing about each other. That was how she wanted to keep it for now, but for some reason she couldn't say she hated the thought of spilling everything to him.

Just something about him seemed to make her want to talk, to tell everything she knew no matter how he might react. She fought that urge, however, knowing he would probably think she was insane for just unloading everything without thinking. At least that seemed like a more resonable kind of reaction and she didn't want to risk it, so she continued to keep everything hidden away where no one could get to it.

"That's what I've been told before, but I've snuck out here enough that it doesn't bother me anymore. And yes I have come out here this late before, several times actually." She replied, sounding quite sure of herself.

Sean was slightly taken back from such a response, but only nodded. To think she had no idea that he could so easily kill her right now. It was all so simple. He was thinking a thousand ways to do it in his head at that moment, just in the back of his mind. He could think many things at once and was taking advantage of it at the moment. It was another trait that went along with the curse he possessed.

Of course, he felt guilty of this. That he was still debating exactly what to do. He could keep the conversation friendly and simple. And then he could walk away. Leave the girl to live and his conscience clear. Or he could use one of the dozens of plans he had to satisfy the burn in his throat that was beginning to proclaim its hold on him once again.

He needed to distract himself from the flaming temptation. He needed to keep speaking.

"So your name. It's . . . Keaira, correct?" He asked casually, acting as if remembering her name took some thought. He already knew the girl's name, of course. His kind had a memory that never seemed to fade, and for his kind, he was very young. He could recall every face he ever knew and heard of. The girl, he recalled, indeed went to the same school he did, and although he had never conversed with her before, he did know of her, as he did many others. "I'm Sean, by the way." He added, keeping his tone as friendly as he could as he leaned against one of the poles that was constructed to hold up the swings Keaira had found seating. "Sean Adams."

"Yeah that's my name, but I'm kind of surprised you already knew who I was." Said Keaira, and she wasn't lying when she said that. How on earth he would even know her name when she had never talked to him before now was beyond her, unless someone had mentioned her to him in passing. Even then there was a slim chance he would even be able to recall the correct name, so it left her wondering just how he was able to put two and two together without even asking. Then again maybe he just had a really good memory like a few people she knew, that seemed to be the most likely explanation so she stuck with that.

"So what are you doing out here anyway, since you seem curious as to what reason I'd have for being out here."
The comment was semi-casual, but did hold just the faintest hint of curiosity behind it. True there were any multitude of reasons he would be out here this time of night, but neither was she in the mood to figure out the right one for herself. Plus she wasn't good at that anyway so what could it hurt just asking outright? He could tell as much or as little as he wanted and she'd be content with that. One thing about Keaira is that she didn't go digging deeper into something someone didn't want to talk about, and if he kept some information from her then she'd just leave it as something she didn't need to know.

"Yeah that's my name, but I'm kind of surprised you already knew who I was." Keaira stated.

A small smile appeared on his lips as he spoke. "Sure I know your name." He answered truthfully. "I guess I'm not the most social guy in this town, but I do know who's who."

"So what are you doing out here anyway, since you seem curious as to what reason I'd have for being out here."

He let out a short chortle, his unusaul laugh ringing like the sound of bells through the desolate park. "Just thought it might be nice to get some air." He answered honestly, a grin still on his abnormally fair face as he crossed his arms over his chest, relaxed "I dunno. Just to clear my head I suppose."

He really wasn't quite sure why he was out there, in the middle of the night with no place to go and no place in mind. He just felt he needed out for a bit. He needed to hunt very badly. His eyes were as black as coal and his throated continued to blaze furiously for blood. Human blood. But he still hadn't made up his mind. He didn't want to hurt Keaira. She had such a pretty face and he was begining to like her. She wasn't like the other human girls from their school. Though he wasn't exactly sure how to explain how she was. It was sort of strange. A few words exchanged and he was already growing attached. This was a very bad move for one on the hunt. It was painful to feel at all friendly towards one's prey. Very unproffesional. But though Sean knew this well, he couldn't seem to help himself. There was something about this girl that fascinated him . . .

That explanation seemed good enough for Keaira since she didn't ask more into it, even though she suspected there was more behind his reason for being out here then what he told her. Although what really had her a bit miffed was how she didn't feel as defensive around him as she did most other people. Something about him made it easy to just talk about nothing in particular, as if they had been friends for years instead of having just really met each other. Normally Keaira was on guard and rather unsocial towards most people, so what was so different now? Maybe it was the fact that he didn't try to pry into her life like most people did, or maybe there was just something that struck her as interesting about him. Either way here she was talking to someone that she probably never would have if this had been any other circumstance, and for once she didn't seem to mind the company.

"That makes sense, but I guess I'm out here just trying to avoid people that I'd rather not deal with right now." She replied, offering her own explanation for why she was out here without revealing more then she wanted to. If he asked what she meant she could always say she didn't get along very well with her family and wanted to get away from them for a while, which was true in many respects. That just left out a few details and it sounded like a good enough reason the more she repeated it in her mind.

Sean gazed at her curiously as she returned an answer to same the question she had directed at him. It felt as if she was just reading him the back cover of a book that contained a long, woeful story. One she kept to herself and hardly read aloud. But he was simply confused. Her reply seemed to create more questions then any answers.


Sean could hear every small motion in the park. He could hear the chirping of crickets every where, he could hear the distant commotion of the city near the town, the scuffling of birds adjusting themsleves in their nests, every breathe that came from the girl's lungs and every heart beat that continued steadily in the girl's chest. A rhythm he could so easily put to a stop. A disgruntling end. But he simply didn't want to. But the aching in his throat was begining to overcome his better judegement. He told himself to keep up the conversation. Forget the urge, and distract himself with the girl's company. But the steady beat was pounding and continued to bring his thrist to mind. He tried to block out the sounds that surrounded him. The thumping, at the very least.


He hesitated, not sure if he should ask. "Are you . . . Are you alright?" He finally asked quietly, not exactly sure how she would react. Would she be offeneded by the question? Would she not understand where he would get such an idea? He didn't really know what to expect. But the look in her eye. The expression on face. She seemed so guarded, like she was trying to keep something out. Away. The heavy-hearted look in her eyes never seemed to vanish and it didn't seem fair. He just wanted to help. Which was strange, since at the same time, he wanted to end her life. He was sure he would be more of use by walking away now and possibley sparring her an awful death, but he couldn't seem to tear himself away. To turn away from such a sad face.

Keaira seemed caught off guard by that question, and also mildly surprised that he would ask something like that. The question itself sounded like it came from nowhere, but maybe it was what she told him that drove him to ask that question. Now the next problem was how to answer and make it sound believeable.

"Well yes, overall I am." Keaira replied, keeping her answer short while she scrambled for some topic to change the subject of the conversation. If it could even be called a conversation but they were talking none the less, even though they were both hiding things from each other. Not that the things Keaira was hiding were much to get all worked up over, or worth mentioning in the first place. Even if her expression did give away more then she actually said, she didn't have to explain herself. He could do what he wanted with her reply, and hopefully he would leave things at that.

He felt that he had caused tension by the question and could easily sense that she was not quite prepared for being asked such a thing. He nodded. "Oh. Okay. Just asking." He answered quickly, not wanting to make anything uncomfortable. He could see now they both had their secrets and of course they both had their pasts to match. Yet neither of them were willing to bring the subject up. To give up their story . . .

Fair enough , he thought to himself.


She just made him so curious. Terribly so. But he wasn't one to press since he had no plan in giving out his history, and she was probably just as willing he was. Which was fine.


He smiled and brought his gaze away from hers and began scan the scenery of the park from where he rested his decently toned body against the metal pole. He brought one hand up and brushed his dark auburn hair out of his blackened eyes as he took in a deep breath between his parted lips. It was humorous to him. The oxygen was so unnecessary, but a habit none the less. One that helped him seem all the more human, though he was from mortal.

"It's sort of nice, isn't it?" He asked, grinning slightly, his body as still as a statue, his eyes still wandering through each detail of the darkened scene. "This time of night? Quiet. But not so much that it's uncomfortable . . . "

"But enough that it lets you think in peace." Keaira said, almost as if she were attempting to finish his statement before he said anything else. It amused her to do things like that and see how people reacted, but she didn't anticipated she would catch him off guard with that habit of hers. In fact it seemed that nothing could really catch him off guard the way it could her, and that left her even more curious about this mysteriously handsome guy standing almost right next to her.

What it was about him that intrigued her so much she could not say. It wasn't just his looks, or the way he acted as if he had things to hide but more like there was something between them that drew her closer to him then she'd felt to anyone in her life. She could already tell she was feeling a small twinge of attachement to him, but that sent up a few warnings in her mind. Getting attached to someone almost always led to being hurt, and that had happened way to many times in Keaira's own life that she didn't want a repeat. She knew she should have just ended the conversation at the first opportunity and escaped somewhere different before more questions could be asked, but she just couldn't bring herself to leave. He was the first person she had ever talked to that didn't seem to mind her secrecy, and despite her attempts to continually keep her distance she found herself welcoming such a change.

"Whoa getting in to deep here girl, way to deep." Keaira thought to herself in an attempt to get her thoughts back on track. She still wasn't sure yet whether she dared risk letting herself get attached to Sean, or better yet if she even wanted to consider him a friend yet. Maybe being friends wouldn't be that terrible, at least they seemed to have this mutual respect for each other's secrecy. Not only that but it would give her someone to talk to if she needed it, but she wasn't sure if that was enough reason to let down at least a few barriers she had placed around herself over the years.