In Darkness and Light

((Never done this before. Forgive me if the beginning is shaky.))

The night air was crisp and nipped at any exposed flesh until it was raw; the moon shone brightly and without mercy, slicing through the shadows and illuminating the darkness where it could. Unfortunately for the citizens of a nearby town, it couldn't reveal everything the night could hide.

Black eyes peered around in the darkness of the woods, carefully watching the mute town, peeled for even the slightest movement on the stark-still streets. It wasn't too late, he would have guessed aroud nine o'clock or so, so it was immenent that an oblivious citizen would walk blindly down the dark streets, mind set on reaching home to their family, kissing their wives and bunking up for the rest of the night.

It was such a shame they would never make it home.

Larce dropped the cold, lifeless corpse to the ground with a sickening thud. The woman's eyes gazed sightlessly up at him, a look of horror forever frozen on her pale face. He laughed, a maniacal sound, and bared his fangs which gleamed in the moonlight and wiped his face with a bloody hand. She had been delicious, her blood the perfect shade of crimson and perfectly thin. She must have had a condition which required blood-thinners, because it hardly coagulated in his throat at all.

The townsfolk would not be happy with him. They had already banished him from the town when the bodies of seven dead strippers were found, bound, gagged and bloodless in his basement. No one wanted to live next door to a vampire, did they? The town only agreed to let him live on one condition; he would not kill humans. So much for that deal, he shrugged. His black hair fell into his eyes and he eyed a house dangling on the edge of the town, closest to where he stood. A light was on and he could see a figure moving back and forth in the window.

Maybe he would dine again tonight.

Amber was on the phone, arguring with someone. "Austin, no! You can't do this again, you promised!" Amber exclamied. She was pacing back and fro in front of her window, clearly angry. "Amber, calm down, it was unexpected, just a couple of months, this is a once in a lifetime offer." Austin, Amber's boyfriend, said over the phone. He worked at a mjor company, so he traveled a lot. Amber sighed. "Forget, Austin. It's clear you're more devoted to your job than me." Amber said, and before Austin could say anything, she had hung up.

Amber sighed, trying to control her breathing. "Stupid fool." She mumbled, talking about Austin. She walked to the bathroom and stripped out of her uniform, she was a waitress at a diner, it was just part-time, though, until she could fine something better. Amber already had a warm bath waiting for her, so she sank in and closed her eyes, letting it soothe and relax her. This was what she exactly needed, a warm, comforting bath, washing away her worries about everything.

Austin and her fought oftenly, sometimes she wondered why she even agreed to stay with him. Yeah, he was handsome and romantic, but he spent more time at work and with work, than he did with her. Amber just couldn't take it anymore. She wanted...she wanted someone more devoted to her, than his job.

((Would it be alright if I were to join?))

In the biting cold, the human vagrant was lucky to be clothed so thickly. The long,dark, trenchcoat-like duster he wore, sweeping along the ground he walked on; hiding the warm black snow pants and solid leather boots that clicked softly on the cement with every step.
This town he'd sought was rumored to have hosted a maniac vampire who'd been merely cast out after a massacre; that's what he'd heard on his way to this place anyway. Most towns outside this one had called the vampire tale no more than that. A tale.
Set's eyes were fixated by now on a young lady; dead. Stiff not from rigimortis, rather the cold. Piercing, light brown eyes, nearly golden in hue, somehow shone clearly past the mask of shade that was kept by the dark military style cap covering his head; and they shone with anxiety... Not the sort fueled by loss or anger, rather, ambition finding its epitome. Were the duster not to have a large turtleneck that concealed everything from his shoulders to just below his eyes; a sad smile would have been seen on thin lips.while he was only human, tracking a vampire wasn't exactly an easy chore. But this, was the evidence he needed.

((imma join k? ^^ pardon my bad spelling =3))

Yatami walked through the allyways that the dark frisk night owned. All around her... Death. Yatami's foot steps quickened. She was so cold. Her head was full of thoughs her eyes color changing rapidly, feelings racing through her. Yatami was now running through the allyways and not looking both ways when crossing the street. Yatami stopped dead in the middle of a allyway for no good reason, mabye she was to cold, mabey her poor human mind couldnt bare her intense past... She flopped on the cold ground and looked up at the cold stary sky. She was breathing heavly.

Yatami grabbed her arm as she felt a sudden stinging pain... Thats why she stopped running she was losing blood way to fast she had scrapped her arm on a sharp medal bar. the cut was deep... Yatami cryed out in agony. Her body couldnt take the emotional, or physical pain. She was so cold only wearing a short sleeve and a frilly mini skirt... Hers eyes still rapidly chaning color...

Erm... this was a private roleplay, so you're going to have to get the approval of Twilight. It's her idea.

oh... ok