Plot:

Imagine vampires are real. Imagine that all your nightmares have come true. Imagine snow white blood.
Vampires have no need for oxygen. Red blood cells carry oxygen, but when your body doesn't need them then, well, your body gets rid of them. Once all the red blood cells have left your body you are left with only white blood cells. Snow, white, blood cells. This is vampire blood. Humans are very different. They have colour in their cheeks and lips, they have red blood to keep them breathing. If they didn't they would look like a vampire. A pure white body. Ghost like in colour, human in shape. Vampires crave oxygen. Though they lack the necessary body to carry it, they want it like no tomorrow. Their teeth, elongated and sharp as a bat's hearing, will pierce a human's skin to get to the precious blood. Becasue they can't support the blood they are endlessly on the search for it. Vampires will resist up to a point. But, by the point they can't resist, they are usually so oxygen deprived that they will go on a feeding frenzy.
Can they make it through the human realm? Who will they come up against in their search for others just like them? When will their thirst for blood begin, and when will it end?

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Layla's shining lips caught the many lights in the Ibza, the club she was currently in, her face shone with sparkles that she had adorned her high cheek bones with. She splits a small smile at the man who was talking to her and flirting greatly. "And so then I said, If you can't counter the argument, leave the meeting," the man, named Samuel, said. Layla forced a laugh and touched his arm playfully. "Okay, okay I've got another one," He exclaims. Layla lights her face up in excitement but she was really groaning on the inside. "Do you know what Clinton wants to change the National Anthem to?" Layla bites her lips seductively and shakes her and he responds, "Yank My Doodle, It's Dandy."

Layla giggles, "Oh, Sam you're so funny." She brings her lips to his ear and kisses behind, "And I'm sure it is Dandy." Sam responds with a shock look and his pupils dilate. Layla laughs and then turns, "You coming?" She asks him with a wank and then she saunters away. She smirks as his footsteps sound behind her, and follow her all the way to the back alley. She turns and smiles at him, "Just a short cut to my house." She walks further into the darkness and he follows quickly behind. His heart was racing and the whole time she was smirking. Then they reached the end of the alley way and Layla stops, Sam runs up to her.

"What are we doing here? It's a dead end," he says, his voice high with fear. She looks up and him and pushes him against the wall. She kisses him and responds all to willingly. She trails kissing down his neck and he smirks. "Frisky," he mumbles. Layla laughs and pulls away to look him. The alley way grew dark, in her mind Layla thought, What will become of this man? She smirks again and he smiles back like a goofball. All to easy, she thinks to herself.

It was the ninth hole and time had flown past ten o'clock at night. Kristy lined up the shot and swung. Phut! Hole in one.
"Right, so that's eight plus one. Nine," she said, a smug smile on her glowing face. Nine holes in one shot each, this had been her best game in years. "So. Who wants to play the back nine, or are you all too tired to let me beat you?" now she was confident she started spinning her silver golf club in a baton-twirler manner. The rest of the opposition grumbled and paid their dues. Five bucks from one, ten from another, fifty from a millionaire by the looks of his attire and a twenty from a middle class snob. Kristy turned away, saluting as she turned and walked away, counting the money. "See ya'll round!" she shouted.

As she walked down the deserted high road she glanced every which way before recounting her money. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, eighty-five smackaroons was all hers. What am I going to do with it? Kristy thought, Maybe treat myself for dinner? she pictured the kind of dinners she could have, fumbling for the silver necklace she always wore. An eight pointed star. Something that could dig into a vampire's flesh and leave an obvious scar, something that would burn, scratch and, if positioned correctly, maybe even kill a vampire in one touch.

Alicia was walking down the streets in a very good mood; she had just left one of her usual parties. She smirked, as she thought back on it. It had been a great deal of fun to watch how all the human men were trying to impress her. One of them even went as far as to dance on a table. He had been slightly drunk.
But of course she didn't care for him. She didn't care for any of them. They were just humans and really weak compared to her. She could kill them before they'd even blinked, if she wanted to. But they were lucky; she wasn't that hungry that night.

She turned down the corner near the club Ibza and a thick and familiar smell of cigarette-smoke combined with a great mix of alcohols reached her. She hadn't smoked or drinked in more than 100 years. Along with many other things. But it was a little prize to pay for eternal life and youth. Not to meantion incredible strength.

She turned the corner again, and was now walking down a dark valley, which looked like, it belonged to the club. She could suddenly hear someone laughing and noticed two shadows about twenty steps ahead.

Kristy had been walking for half an hour, trying to think up what she could spend her money on. Glancing up she spotted a bar, an in that bar was a poker table. My, my. This MUST be my lucky day. she thought, remembering the poker championships she won last year. Sauntering over to the table, ordering a beer before being refused because she appeared underage and didn't have her ID, she sat down next to an ancient man. Immediately she took in the others appearances before taking in the person across from her. Pale white skin, obvious use of lipstick and rouge to give them the human look, slight indent on the lips where they had fed, by her judgement, a few hours before this. Well, Kristy thought, This is going to be [b]very interesting.[/i]

"Oh Jeremy! Where is your sense of adventure, my dear?" Demelza gave a high-pitched giggle as she twirled and skipped down the crumbling sidewalk infested with weeds and drunks. They were, as usual, in the 'bad' part of town. Being vampires though it didn't make any difference. Around them floated the smell of disease, decay and despair. A delicious combination to either of them as they tended to feed on those that many vampires would never consider touching, their blood so contaminated by drink and drug.

"Must we really, Mamon?" Jeremy sighed defeatedly as he pushed his dark sunglasses up onto the bridge of his nose, completely hiding his foggy eyes. Jeremy didn't really want to be out and about tonight, even if it was their first time in this city, well, his first time. Demelza had probably been here before. She'd been every where at some point.

"Ooh! This looks like fun!" She squealed and grabbed her sullen son by the wrist as she dragged him up the sidewalk. Jeremy could smell alcohol and tobacco as well as hear the muffled voices and cards shuffling. She was taking them into a bar. Demelza sauntered inside as though she was the belle of the ball. Shying away was never one of her weak points. "Hello Dahlins!" She called out in a syrupy accent. Her hips swaying, jewelry jangling and bangling and skirts swishing she made her way up to the bar and took her spot next the only other vampire in there. Jeremy stood closely behind her, if he was human his face would have been scarlet. He hated being the center of attention and he was pretty sure all stares were on them.

Sam's heart race increased ten fold and she took in a deep shaky breath. Sam laughs softly in Layla's ear and Layla again rings her mouth to his. Yet, this time she bite down and Sam smirks. Draining him quickly she became oblivious to other things around that was until....Layla hears the footsteps of another and hiss escapes her mouth. She hadn't even finished her meal, she was half down. She stepped back from his form, that slumped to the floor, and scowled at the person who just entered the alleyway. She placed a hand on her and her hand moved to wipe around her lips, which weren't even stained from years of practice. "Can I help you?" She says with a hiss.

She wasn't in the mood for petty humans or competition if that what this was. No came down this alley way anyway. What could anyone, anyone smart that is, want in this part of town. Layla smells the air smelling the distant scents of the Ibza and the trail she had come from earlier. Yet, this scent was unfamiliar to her and she didn't like unfamiliar things. She scowls, though it had only been seconds Layla grew impatient.

OOC---Oh dear let me correct some things in that post. "Brings* her mouth to his neck*." Also, "....and a hiss*," and "..., she was half done*" Oh and another, "She placed a hand on her hip* and her other* hand moved....." Another is, "....if that's* what this was. No one* came down...." I'm so very sorry that I had to make an OOC statement and that I made so many mistakes. I'll be more careful next time! Like I said super sorry, my bad, don't be mad....or be mad but don't grade me as a terrible RPer... I am, however, a terrible tpyer/ speller lol. Yeah, okay. Sorry again!

(lol. Don't worry)

Alicia slowed down hear pace, as she heard something, which sounded like a hiss of some sort. She could see, that the shadows had moved and was certain, that whoever it were, she had interrupted them. Not that she cared; she could walk, where she wanted to.

A voice suddenly broke the silence, asking her, if she - 'cause it was definitely a woman's voice - could help her. She lifted an eyebrow.
"Help me? No. Not really. I'm just getting some fresh air. Not that I need it of course."
She smirked a bit, when she spoke the last sentence. She didn't really care, if other people found out, that she was a vampire.

She stepped a little closer, so she was sure, that the other woman could see her more clearly and smiled pleasantly, so she wouldn't seem intimidating.
"You, however, seem to have found a lot more interesting way to spend your night? Or were you just at the wrong place at the wrong time?"

((ooc: It's ok, everyone makes little mistakes. Including computers which seem to miss letters that I hit making me edit posts))

"Raise,"
"Pass,"
"Fold," Noises surrounded Kristy from every angle. Those on her table were clearly bluffing for she could spot the slightest change in tension in their muscles. The vampire across from her had a throbbing temple, it may not have been obvious to others but the vampires cards were reflected in her eyes. Kristy strained a little in order to make out the cards, NO! A FULL HOUSE! she thought, just as the vampire smiled, put down her cards and repeated the thought.
"Full house," the table oohed and aahed, but Kristy remained sullen. I will not be beaten at the bluffing game, Kristy gave a little nod, showing that she acknowledged this but,
"Four aces," and the rest of those at her table checked their cards while the dealer checked his deck and Kristy just dragged the in the money.
"I'm eating well tonight," she murmered to herself as she passed Jeremy and Demelza, "Oops, sorry boy. Didn't mean to bump ya," Kristy said cheerily to him, waving her golf stick over her back and into its bag.

Jeremy stumbled back a little, tripping over his clunky black boots but caught himself in time. Quickly he pushed his sunglasses back up to cover his eyes, hoping no one noticed.

"It's fine." He murmered softly. There was no way he was going to cause a scene, especially while Demelza was busy chatting up someof the more successful poker players, while she wasn't most people's taste she could certaintly entrance a man into her liking. He could hear her talking all smooth and sweet, inflating and fixings the men's wounded egos after their defeat. "No problem."

"Oh how quickly you assume that I need to aswell," she says referring to this woman's earlier comment. Although she usually keeps what she was a secret, this person was also one of her own. "And no it's not intriguing it's needed." She says rolling her eyes and stepping forward. She rethinks, "Then again I suppose it is somewhat interesting." She smirks in a playfully. Scanning her eyes around the alleyway she sees that it's empty aside from this women and herself. "How rude of me, I'm Layla. And yourself?" She says trying to polite as she was always taught. She smiles in a friendly way, but she was still on guard and cautious.

"Thanks," Kristy flashed him a smile before patting his back, "Nice meeting you!" she called, already half way out of the door. One of the doors swung shut behind her while the other flew back and forth manically. Kristy hummed to herself out of tune-and pitch- as she reached for her golf club. Spotting an empty tin can she lined up the shot, whistled once, twice, three times and went Phut! as she hit it into an alleyway. She heard voices but didn't follow them. She just stood there, trying to figure out what they were saying, whilst remaining at a safe distance. Feeling the bite marks on her wrists that scarred her for life, she remembered what happened that fateful night.
It was 2001. She had just come from golfing club, her mother had plans and her father was at a meeting. The prime target for a vampire attack, she was walking alone down a deserted highway. Nobody knew about vampires then. Now, only those who had been bitten or seen a victim be attacked knew that vampires actually existed. As she took a tentative step to cross the road, it had lunged out at her. Finding the vein in the wrist almost immediately the vampire had gone into a feeding frenzy. Luckily, because she had just come from golf club, she had managed to stop him or her from attacking her neck by waving her club, but she had lost at least a pint before whacking the vampire over the head and running as fast as she could.

(I'm SO sorry for not posting for so long and letting you all wait! My computer go infected with virus last week, so I couldn't go online.)

Alicia could sense, that the other vampire, who had introduced herself as Layla, seemed to be on her marks, so she tried to give her the warmest smile she could mangage, as she replied.
"My name is Alicia Crow. Nice to meet you."
She streched her hand out to greet Layla, but stopped halfway, when an empty tin can suddenly came flying into the alley.
"What the...? Where did that come from?"
She turned around and looked in the direction, the can apparently came from.

((It's ok ))

Oh no! They saw it! Run! Kristy ran as fast as she could in the opposite direction, flip-flops slapping the pavement and echoing off of the surrounding buildings. She rounded a corner and came face to face with a tall wooden wall.
Here goes nothing, and with that thought Kristy reached up and grabbed the top of the obstruction, dropping her flip-flops as she scrambled up and getting splinters as she hoisted herself over the top. Landing with a thud she sprinted away into the night, hoping that the others hadn't followed her.

Layla jumped as the can flew towards her and Alicia. "Oh good God," she mumbled. She heard someone's feet pounding against the pavement. "What did we do?" She asked with a quirked brow. She stepped in the direction of the sounds, and smirked. "Care to follow, Alicia?" She asked with bright look in her eyes and a bright smile on her face.

Her longing for something interesting could be satisfied with this one night. One time, one action, just one thing. She itched with excitement. Her hand twitched with excitement and her smile widen. It was bright, happy, and excited. She was thriving for this excitement. She took a step towards the noise but turned to see if Alicia was coming also.

Kristy stopped running as she dared to look back. Nothing, phew! she thought, leaning against a tree and taking in her surroundings. She had come to a park. Not just any park, the one at the edge of town, where only hoodlums and scoundrels had hung out since the fire of '69. Buggeration, she silently tip-toed over to the old, abandoned swing set and sat down. Taking a careful swing she started to kick her legs out and she swung high into the air.
"Damn! I dropped it," she cursed aloud, looking at her golf club she had dropped as she'd reached almost swinging over the bar. The twist she'd taken to look at the fallen possession caused the chains to interlock wildly, clinking together in a rhythm she dared not forget. Clinking and clanking the chains twiddled round each other, suffocating Kristy before letting her go, not giving the poor girl enough time to get free. The swing's broad iron frame buckled under the pressure and collapsed in. Kirsty sprained her ankle as she fell but she got up anyways, hoping that no one had seen that it was her who had broken the swing.
Ok, no one else here...Wait one darn cotton-picking minute! No one cares about this place anyways!. Kirsty heard a rustle in the bushes next to her, and she took one tentative limp-step towards it.
"He-hello?" she called, hoping it wasn't a vampire, finding the indents on her wrist she called out again, "HE-HELLO?"


((If it isn't a vampire I can make it an animal and she can return to the city ))

Alicia smiled back, when Layla invited her to come along on the "hunt". One really borring night had suddenly turned out to be quite exiting.
"Of course. I'm not gonna let you have all the fun."
She calmly walked over to Layla, untill she stood right next to her. Then, after sending her a teasing look, inviting Layla to race with her, she started to run as fast as she could. In no time she was out of the alley and running down the streets.

Layla laughs at Alicia comments, but Alicia ran quickly away. She left only wind to blow Layla's hair. She smirked and ran after Alicia with silent footsteps. Quickly, she caught up with and smiled. "Come now Alicia can you not go any faster?" She smirked again at her new found friend. She curved sharply following the trail the human left. Her feet move lightly against the hard gravel, and she's almost invisible in the empty street. Soon she becomes bored with Alicia's pace and runs a few strides ahead. She then slows as she sees a wall in the distance. She stops at the wall and hears Alicia close behind.

Then Layla grows quickly impatient. She jumps over the wall with simple ease and then lands in the bushes with making them rustle. Then the girl speaks up, "He-hello?" Layla smirked triumphantly and turns to see if Alicia has come along also. "HE-HELLO," the girl repeated louder. Layla decides Alicia will join quickly and so she steps out of from behind the bushes.

She saunters towards the girl with a smirk. Her eyes were bright and mysterious. "Hello," Layla whispers in the sweetest yet natural voice she could manage. The girl reeked of bars and sweat. She wrinkled her nose slightly, but she kept a smile on her face. Then she waited patiently for both Alicia and the other girl to respond.

(OOC- Sorry for the preemptive moves)

Alicia got a shock, as Layla passed her quicker, than she had expected. She speeded up a bit, and was soon very close to Layla again. A few yards ahead she could see that Layla jumped over the huge wall seperating the park from the streets. She put all her energi into her legs and jumped as high as she could and landed gracefully on the top of it. She looked down, and saw, that Layla had already revealed herself for a young girl, who looked terribly scared, and a smirk spread acroos her face.
She jumped down from the high wall and joined her new friend.
"Looks like you've found the source of the can throwing? And what a sweet girl she is."
She leaned a bit forward to examine the girl's face; It was all sweaty and she looked like she was about to faint.
"Hi there. Layla didn't scare you, did she?"