Description

"Here's the world with you in it. Here's the world without you in it. How much I care about you does not change in either one."
(Song to be found.)

General information
Nickname: To Be Decided

Age: Appearance: mid 20's Actual Age: 350, give or take some.

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Vampire/Human type: Homo Vampyrus Perturbato

Appearance

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 165 lb

Eye colour: Solid black/red (depending)
Hair colour: Dark black

General Description: Enoch's presence isn't very comforting to most. While not extremely tall, he can best be described as long. His reach, his gaze, his stature. He seems close and far. Except when he's snapping necks. Then he can't be far enough.

Mentality

Personality: As a Perturbato, Enoch developed a cold, uncaring identity to all but a select few. When in this state, he cares for little but hunting and food. Quick to anger, he would often go into a rage and kill indiscriminately.
When around the people that he actually likes, he is warm and caring, almost human. Though still quick to anger when they are in danger, he is marginally less violent and does not explicitly try to kill. It still happens, though.
His violent tendencies and cruel nature have often led to him being attacked by Hunters. As hunter have grown more technologically advanced, he has grown less likely to rampage.

Likes:
[list=][*] Extremely dark or unsweetened chocolate. He is unable to convince anyone that unsweetened chocolate is good.
Licorice. He is unable to convince most that this is good.
Hunting. Usually ends in someone's death.
Reading. Because there's nothing quite like reading things. Except for movies, but those hurt his eyes.
Neptune Amaterasu. Because there's literally nothing quite like Neptune.
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Dislikes:
[list=][*] Anything spicy. It hurts. It just hurts.
Inactivity. The cause of more than a few of killing sprees.
Most all living things. Besides Neptune.
Bad literature. The cause of just a few killing sprees.
Anything that hurts Neptune. Seriously. It will probably die. Or be destroyed.
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History
(Will be finished once fully decided.)
After many years of solitude, death, and blood, Enoch began to be ruthlessly pursued by a pair of hunters. A husband and wife. However they made one fatal error; they had a child.
The child was was easy enough to capture. After that, he merely had to turn her into a ghoul, showed her off to her vengeful mother and father, then kill all three of them.
He completed this flawlessly except for the last step. Surrounded as she was by the corpses of her dead mother and father, the girl cried. It was ironic, really. For a creature made of his own blood to exhibit such human emotions. It was almost funny. Enoch was intrigued, and took the girl as his own. Her humanity did not wane. In fact, it seemed to awaken a part of him. Whether he like this or not, he kept her as his own. His queen of the small, bloody patch of earth he would call his home every night. His Neptune.

Family/Associates: Neptune Amaterasu (Ghoul)

Favorite Blood Type: AB, but only by slightly more than O.

So begins...

Enoch Hendriks's Story

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#2014-11-13 14:13:47, as written by Dante Angelico

The music was loud, the rythmic beat felt as if it was pounding inside his skull but the man sat at the bar didn't mind this one bit, it just added to the atmosphere in the room creating a thick and primordial, animalistic charge that hung in the air as the customers either raved to the beat or sated their varying thirsts. Smiling to himself as he saw the revellers having a good time whilst the staff tried their best please them, the figure sat at the bar picked up his drink and downed it's content; feeling satisfied at the burning sensation of the whiskey and a coppery taste of something that wouldn't be found in a lot of people's cocktail. After ordering another drink the man lit up a cigarette, taking a long drag on it before letting out an equally long exhalation the individual scanned his environment; as he looked past the usual customers and the "entertainers" he noticed the owner of the nightclub was no where to be seen but his favourite pet, one which was rumoured to be the owners right hand man despite only being a worker, was working the floor as he usually did, the man he was looking for on the other hand was as absent as the owner.

Hmm, Petrov mentioned the parte codardo di merda would be paranoid but this is ridiculous, the man scolded in his head picking up his fresh drink and once again downing the contents, his one good eye fixed on the entrance. After some time had passed, his mark finally showed up and headed towards the watching man, his head was down and the man looked like he would run as soon as the watcher made any movement as he shuffled towards the bar. "H-hey there Carth what's with the sudden meeting, ey?" The newcomer asked, squirming as he made himself on one of the stools next to the more imposing man. "Well Jacob it's the usual stuff, one of us has been running amuck amongst the donatore dii sangue and Petrov's found out," Carth mentioned light heartedly a casual grin on his face as if he was filling in an old friend on the latest gossip, noticing a slight tremble in the smaller mans lower lip, "And he's asked us to get rid them." At this last sentence Jacob seemed to visually relax, causing the grin on the other man's lips to retract I to a smirk.

With a nod of his head he signalled the bartender who had been waiting on them to serve them two drinks, Carth's usual: a whiskey cocktail containing sugar syrup, single malt whiskey and his most favourite liquid, A- blood. For the man who was no longer squirming on his seat, a screw driver was poured but with something else added to it as well, a little something extra Carth had tipped the barkeep to add once the mark had shown up. Picking up his own drink, Carth saluted both the man behind the bar and the man sat next to him and drank his beloved liquor in one gulp and waited for the other man to follow suit, to which he did as on que. With the smirk still on Carth's face he asked for his tab and payed it, grabbing Jacob under the armpit and half dragged him out the back exit, the drug that was added to the drink was now taking hold of the man as he made no attempt to resist the only thing he could do was whimper. When they where safely out of everyone's sight in a back alley that stunk of urine, Carth threw the man into the closest pile of refuge, his whimpers growing in intensity. "P-please don't do this, we're buddies right? You wouldn't kill a buddy over a mistake right?" Jacob begged on his knees, tears in his eyes a glimmer of hope in those brown doe like eyes that maybe he could squirm his way out of his inevitable demise. "I don't make the rules." Carth said flatly, as he pulled out a colt .1911 from a hidden holster attached close to his left shoulder and attached a silencer that he produced from his pocket.

"It's nothing personal." And with that said, he placed the tip of the silenced gun to the begging mans forehead and pulled the trigger, shielding his face from the splash back as Jacobs vitae as the man's body slumped backwards, bending it's back in an unnatural way. His job still not finished the armed man placed a carefully aimed round into the body's heart and that was it, job over although conscious wise it wouldn't be over for another week but still he was done and that was all that mattered. He detached the silencer and placed everything back were it had previously been, he even went has far as picking up the spent cartridge and dropped it, nonchalant into the closest trash bin. He needn't worry about the body being discovered, it would be nothing but dust in half an hour or so, with that on his mind he pulled out his mobile phone and called his employer. When the call was accepted he stated, "It's done Petrov, the 'miscreant' has been dealt with. If you need anything else I'm just a call away." He let out a loud sigh as he hung up, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, hopefully that's it for the day but... The night is still young.

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#2014-11-13 18:57:57, as written by Royalburden

William's deep pink eyes narrowed as he peered over the shoulder of his guard. "Who is that?" He demanded thrusting a narrow pale finger at the screen, the blurry image of a man flickered at the bar. The guard blinked and leaned in squinting at the screen.

"I dunno." He muttered. William smacked him in the back of the head with his cane.

"Don't give me I dunno. Give me names. Watch him, and figure out who that other man is." He snapped. He knew from experience that these things didn't simply go away. He needed to take action before the shit storm blew in his direction and ruined the crops he'd worked so hard to sow. He turned away, leaning on the silver handle of his cane and pulled out a cell phone. It was an old flip model colored purple and green as most of his things where, the image of a white rabbit printed on the front. He pressed a few of the buttons and typed in a message before flipping it closed then left the security room, leaving the guard chatting on the coms.

William walked down the narrow halls that lined the upper floors of his club, he could feel the vibrations of the electronic noise coming from the dance hall of the night club but the sound itself was muffled thanks to the money he'd spent in noise cancellation insulation, it still made he head ache, which was why his own living quarters where several stories up still. These floors belonged to the staff and for the few who could manage to afford a private evening with one or two of his ghouls the price was higher than admittance to the club AND the Feeding floors combined so the rooms on that level where never filled completely. William took to the stairs and carefully worked his way up them, hoping that his Little Cat got his message.

Robb, meanwhile had been on the stage. Treating the guests to suggestive glances and winks as he shook his arse on stage. He'd started off in little more than a fluorescent green suit coat and pants and a loosely done purple tie, his pale shapely torso visible to all as he danced to those who enjoyed that sort of thing, tossing his tie and coat into the audience until all he wore was the pants low and revealing on his waist, an equally fluorescent pink G-string just visible. Robb had felt his waist vibrate as William paged him and he finished up his act, bowing low and giving the women at the front a wink of his blind eye, and a grin. Robb had a body nicely suited for his job, thin, his stomach flat but not emaciated, muscles just rippling beneath his skin. For an 87 year old he had a body to die for. He left the stage and pulled on a dark purple dress shirt over his bare torso inquiring on the nearest guards what had happened.

"Some suspicious guy spotted at the bar. Spotted him going off with another guy might've been drugged. He wants us to bring the guy up to him for payment." The guard said. All the guards where dressed in all black with the logo of the club stitched on their breasts and a purple and pink tie. They all wore earpieces and radios and they all carried both tasers and guns. Every single one of the guards where big burly men with at least basic training in the art of subduing a rowdy party-goer. Half where also trained in killing vampires.

"Why does he want me out there?" Robb asked, exasperated. The guard merely shrugged. Robb sighed. "Two of you come with me, let's go offer this man a rare visit with the White Rabbit."

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#2014-11-25 17:04:01, as written by Cheshire_Girl

The sky was a rainbow of hues, pinks tickling the clouds and orange sneezes blasted around the yellow frame, rolling slowly towards the sun. The mottled mosaic began to dip towards purple and eventually navy overtook the scenery, dotted with white flecks of stars and a bright white moon. Neptune stood on the balcony of the home she occupied with her Master, watching as the last dregs of sunlight were drowned by darkness. "The more of me the less you see." She whispered and turned to go inside, wondering what plans Enoch had for tonight. Neptune closed the door softly behind her and began to change into her outfit for the evening; a typical lolita style skirt with a ruffled white shirt. There was a black vest that went with it, but Neptune would only put that on if they were going out.

The Ghoul padded softly across the carpeted hallway on stockinged feet towards Enoch's door, wondering if he was awake yet. Neptune knocked twice before entering only to discover her Master was still in bed, his snores echoing against the walls. "Master," Neptune pouted and walked over to the bed, jumping onto the edge and bouncing over to his side. She shook his shoulder once, twice, before sighing and deciding that he was hopeless. Quickly she crawled off of the frame and went towards the closet in order to lay out Enoch's clothes. Neptune tried to think back to last night and believed they had a conversation about a meeting or something at the bar with the scary vampire named Alan. Perhaps that was tomorrow? Neptune paused to contemplate, then shook her head, blonde locks flying into her face and pulled out a pair of freshly pressed trousers and a red button down with a silver tie.

"Master you're going to be late if you don't get up," Neptune sang and placed the clothes on the edge of the bed. She left the room then to prepare something to eat, knowing he would be hungry when he finally did rise.

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#2014-12-01 17:17:27, as written by Kuroe

Eyes. Blind, staring. Jaw. Slack. Skin. Pale, still warm. Blood. Slick, all over the ground. Coming out of the throat. Throat? Skin, large portion of the esophagus and muscles ripped out. Dead. Blood loss? No other external injuries. Safe to assume.

"Enoch," it said.

Jaw. Usable, moving? Dead? Still dead. Cannot talk. Must be imagination.

"Master."

No. Not dead. Can't be dead. Talking. Throat ripped out? Can't. Talking. Why? Master. Master? No. How? Not dead. Can't be dead. Talking. Not dead. Can't be dead. Won't be dead. Never. No.

Enoch's eyes opened, staring at the ceiling as he heard the click of shoes on wood floor. Sitting up, he noticed the clothes on the end of the bed and smiled. He stood, sighing as he pulled on the clothes that were, in his opinion, far too constricting. He deftly tied the tie around his neck as though it were a bow and glanced in the mirror. There was something off. The figure that started back at him had no shoes, coal black eyes, a collar that was put up about his neck and a tie that looked as though it had been tied by a monkey in its spare time.

He walked out of the room into the little apartment. He'd gotten it from another vampire who rented out apartments around the city specifically to vampires. Well, "renting" was a bad word for it. The apartment had been more of a gift. A gift that came with a certain message that went something along the lines of "you'll pay me back sometime."

In any case, a favor was worth it. He knew that much as he looked at the girl making food in the kitchen. His smile broadened, feeling slightly unnatural on his face. But he couldn't help it here.

"Neptune?" he asked. "I can't tell what's wrong with these clothes. But they don't look like how the people on the street look."

He knew that, if he thought about it, he could remember what they looked like, and would probably be able to fix it himself. But he didn't want to think about it. Not in the slightest. Not when he had better things to think about.

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#2014-12-01 18:22:55, as written by Cheshire_Girl

Neptune looked up when she heard him approaching, her ears sharp after years of having to be able to hear the whispered whims of her master. "Well for starters your pants are on backwards," she giggled in response and set the bowl she had been stirring down. Neptune walked over and rebuttoned Enoch's shirt, taking off his tie as well and redoing it in a manner that wasn't too tight for she knew he didn't like the restricting manner of clothing. "I think you're old enough to do your pants on your own." She said after fixing the neck tie and picking up where she had left off. "I'm making pancakes," Neptune stated as she placed the batter in the skillet, the mixture sizzling in the pan. The smell of buttermilk filled the air, tainting the oxygen with it's sweet aroma.

"You might want to find a matching pair of shoes as well," Neptune suggested as she went through the drawers, searching for a spatula. "Unless of course you're attempting to start a trend among vampires." Her tone was playful, her smile teasing. Neptune only ever talked like this to Enoch when they were alone. In front of others she was the silent respectful Ghoul any Master could hope for.

She placed the ready pancakes on a plate and continued to make a few more. What Enoch didn't eat Neptune made up for, she had to eat a lot in order to fight the anemia that came after every feeding. At first it had been quite painful, but now Neptune was used to the feeling and would rather Enoch drink from her then slaughter innocent humans.

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#2014-12-04 22:21:43, as written by xfaithyx123

''Dreaming in white, splatter in red, blue faced terror I bid you goodnight.''
Valkyrie II: Lucuna || Varien

Since the early evening where everyone in his and Alan's home at the top of 'The Ivory Tower' Hotel and Casino and woken up and left him. More so for Alan and Anais to bond and wind down. He had been managing the Casino's incomes, customers in the high class suites, Getting bookings for birthdays, weddings and so on and finally guard detail, though admittedly Alan had always been better with the men and women. He seemed to be able to get on with all Vampiric races where himself had trouble often finding himself wanting to rip a few throats out. But once this was done he sighed in relief as he went back into the private elevator back up to his home.

After using a keycard only himself, Anais and Alan had to get into their home and he reached the top, the door opening and he stepped into his living room. He sighed, smiling and showing all of his sharp teeth and he threw his briefcase and wallet onto the couch. ''Finally! Away from work~! Time to get to the real work~ Fun fun fun...'' He rubbed his hands together as he walked to the open kitchen and he opened a cupboard and started to make himself a caramel latte. Humming as he waited for the water to boil. When it was done he poured his drink into a tall latte glass and put whipped cream, caramel sauce and chocolate powder over it and finally put it on a saucer with some chocolate. He would not lie. He loved such detailed and sweet things.

With that done he kicked his shoes off and loosed his tail and went to his office and opened a book with room designs, music choices, menus and entertainment ideas. ''Alright. This should get everyone into the casino for the Annual Charity Ball.'' He sat back in his leather computer chair, eating a bit of white chocolate as he spoke aloud to himself. ''Everyone loves Masquerade balls. Means you can be mean without getting told off.'' He chuckled before sitting up straight and picking up the office phone. ''Hello. Alesso Von Burgentine here. Oh great, perfect. So it will be ready for tomorrow night as planned? Oh great. Did the drapes and crystals go up alright then? Oh thank god. I would of been so upset if they didn't go up. I will get to sending out the invitations then. Okay? Okay.. bye, bye.'' He hung up and picked up the phone to see if food was getting ready then got invitations sent out to all the vampiric people of high class and middle class for the night to go on. And of course, ghouls were welcome too. No need to eat the servers and chefs now is there?

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#2014-12-05 17:55:36, as written by Kuroe

The pants switched and the shoes matching, just as Neptune had said, Enoch looked in the mirror. He hated mirrors. These days, it always seemed like something else was looking back at him. Someone else. There was a dark-eyed, melancholy looking creature that seemed to stand there, waiting for him so that it could pretend to be the same as him.

But it wasn't the same as him. He was better than the fangs, than the hungry eyes. Than the gluttonous darkness that he felt inside of him, tugging at his mind every day.

Eyes. Blind, staring. Jaw. Slack. Skin. Pale, still warm. Blood. Slick, all over the ground. Coming out of the throat. Throat? Skin, large portion of the esophagus and muscles ripped out. Dead.

Enoch held his head and sat back heavily on the bed.

"No. Not dead. Can't be dead." He mumbled to himself, staring at the floor, seeing only the mangled thing that had come out of his sleeping mind.

There was a prick on his lip and his head suddenly snapped up. He had bitten his lip. The wound had already started to heal slightly before the blood trickled out. He laughed out loud, forgetting about the episode almost immediately.

"Neptune," he called, walking out of the room. "I don't know if I've told you before, but there's apparently going to be a... Masquerade ball tomorrow. Alan and Alesso are hosting them. I thought it would be wise to go, seeing as how Alan's helped us out before."

He tried to avoid implying that she had to go as well. Knowing her, if he seemed to want her to go, she'd not question it. For his own sake, he wanted her to, but they'd had... issues with large groups of vampires in the past.

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#2014-12-05 19:20:38, as written by Cheshire_Girl

Neptune was setting the table when Enoch returned with the news of a masquerade party. Her eyes lit up, they hadn't been to an event like that in quite sometime. "Yes, it would be quite rude to refuse an invitation after he has shown us such kindness." She said and poured Enoch a cup of coffee before sitting down at the small table and serving herself some pancakes. Naturally Neptune assumed she would accompany him as her Master seemed to have a bit of trouble in large social settings. Not that she would tell him that, it was quite a rude thing to say to the man that owned you.

"You're going to need a new suit," Neptune noted as she swallowed a bite of syrupy deliciousness. "No, you'll need a tuxedo. It's a masquerade ball, so we'll need masks as well." She was thinking aloud now, mentally browsing the clothing they had. Neptune had nothing fancy enough for a ball, all of her clothes were mostly uniforms and a few casual dresses she had sewn herself. Would other Ghouls be dressing up? Or would they simply wear black and white and hide in the background?

"Alright, after I clean up breakfast we'll go shopping!" Neptune finished quickly and wiped her mouth, she began to clear the table and wash dishes, getting ready to leave. At this hour the only shops that would be open were the ones downtown, which wasn't a far walk from their flat. It wouldn't crowded either since most people did not go to buy a tuxedo at six ocklock at night.

Dress shopping would be hard, Neptune wasn't sure what type of attire would be appropriate for a Ghoul at a vampire party. She didn't want anything flashy anyways, but nice enough to blend in.

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#2015-01-09 08:15:22, as written by xfaithyx123

''It is in us all to be living for something if not, then why exist? So long as you have a purpose you are fine, it doesn't matter if it changes, it just means you are growing.''
Boundless || Aero Chord

Alan frowned at William's words but waited for him to seize his words before he slowly stood up to his full height then sighs long and hard, closing his eyes as he did so to release some of his pent up anger that nipped at him ever so irritably. Once he stopped and opened his eyes, harshness normally present had resided as he put one of his clawed hands onto one of his surprisingly curvy hips and he tilted his head and spoke softly. ''You certainly know where to take a jab to make it sting longer. Don't you William? Hm.'' He cleared his throat, looking to the side and for a brief moment his lip quivered before he looked back and his hard face returned. ''Embarrassment was not my intention to make you feel I would strive to do to you. None the less, I am very sorry.''

His eyes for a moment softened then he looked away and hardened again as he looked at William again. ''If they are not dogs to you, I would like it that you do not call them that.. That is all. And your readiness to sever hands from arms was especially strong today... I simply wanted to end the transaction without bloodshed. It is as simple as that William.'' He then looked to Anais for her to get up, ready to leave then and there but his emotions got the better of him and he looked at William, his voice a bit broken, frowning like he were angry but his voice sounded more hurt. ''And to say I function on money alone is very insulting, considering I came here with none, as you know.'' He then growled. ''You infuriate me.'' He then continued. ''Of course I trust you, I was not doubting you, I just wanted no bloodshed!''

He gritted his teeth, his eyes a bit more watery. ''You infuriate me.'' He looked at Anais and in his emotion driven moment he went to her and though it looked rough, he simply took her hand and pulled her up to her feet quickly and started to pull her with him. ''Good evening!'' He screamed back to William and stormed out of the club while pulling Anais with him and once they were outside he took his phone out to get a car. Fifteen minutes later once it arrived he waited for Anais to get in before he did and they began to drive home. He looked out of the car window and wiped a tear away while clearing his throat to cover it up in some way, perhaps to cover the small sob.

''Come to drink,
Come to bet,
Come to help,
Come and have a good time.''
Alan F White & Alesso Von Burgentine.

With a new day that came with his alarms going off in his room which he barely heard from.. Alan's room again... He and the man were up drinking and he had to walk the man to the bathroom then his bed, he was practically disabled at the legs when he was drunk, noodles for legs. He took advantage, like he often would and he stayed in the man's bed with him again and used him as a teddy bear which was rather odd considering Alan was the living giant. He lifted his head from Alan's chest with a small high pitched groan and yawn that showed the rows of shark like teeth and he smacked his lips tiredly before looking at Alan and then to his finger and he licked it then popped it into Alan's ear and shouted. ''Wet willy!'' Before Alan sat up screaming then looked at Alesso with the biggest death glare while Alesso laughed his ass off. Then Alan scrambled after him bare arsed as he giggled around the room, jumping over the bed and tackling Alesso and biting his shoulder which made Alesso groan and tug on his white locks and casually spoke to the man.

''You should get in the shower, you smell like alcohol.'' He grinned before Alan released his four toothed bite from the man's shoulder, leaving the print on him and quickly got into the bathroom. Alesso sniggered before rolling onto his feet and running a hand through his red hair then rubbed his shoulder and went to his bedroom and put his alarms off then danced on the spot. ''Time for some fun~'' He then danced into his on-suite bathroom of his and while Alan was out and getting ready for the annual event in about an hour getting his coffee and toast ready and sitting in the living room with a newspaper and the news on on the TV. Alesso took longer, taking two and a half hours in the bathroom showering then drying his hair and putting some light make up on like foundation, mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow in the colour theme of the ball room being pink, blue, purple and teal with silver. His attire was also like so while Alan wore a white suit with a purple, teal and silver tie, he was a simple man. While Alesso has his waist coat lace patterned with silver, purple and blue tones, his tie being teal, trousers black along with his shoes.

When he came out he got his coffee from Alan as he made it just in time as well as his porridge which was sweet like he loved it and he shovelled it down before washing all the dishes up with Alan and he looked at him. ''I am sure William will be over it. Just apologize and I am sure he will be sweet again.'' He dried his hands as Alan did, smiling to him before taking his clip board and pen. ''Time to get the catering sorted for 7:40pm tonight.'' He looked at his silver watch. ''Which is in two hours, perfect timing. I am so excited. Futuristic theme~ With neon lighting and greatly dressed cloth dancers, think fifth element with that white suit? Just in silver. Because silver is shiny and I looove shiny~'' He giggled which made Alan smile in amusement before he spoke. ''Yes, I can picture it. I love the glass tables and betting tables. The neon lit up dancefloor is going to look so perfect with the large crystal glowing tree and chandelier light too. As for William.. Yes, I hope so. I will get Anais up and ready then come and help you Alesso.'' He smiled before blinking as the man hugged him, he patted his back before watching he dance to the elevator and get to work. That was when Alan walked to Anais' door and knocked on it before speaking. ''Anais? Are you up? We have two hours to get you ready for tonight's charity ball.''

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#2015-01-14 10:45:10, as written by xfaithyx123

Alan backed away from the door in surprise and a perhaps fright with the sudden loud and harsh unladylike words from Anais from the other side of the white painted oak bedroom door. He cleared his throat and got closer to it again, speaking up while his sensitive pointed ears twitched to the sound of Anais running around to get ready. ''You.. don't need to rush too much Anais.'' He then smiled to himself before walking into the living room and turning on the TV to a music station and he sat down, leg crossed over another and he moved his foot to the tune and lipping the words without actually singing. He was in the privacy of his home and he was much more able to be more himself but at times one would find him tense even in his own home. It was these rare moments that he looked actually human rather than some stone cold diplomat. But even they were human... Behind his status, fame and coin he was rather reclusive and prone to the spurts of anxiety and night terrors. There seemed to always be a sadness around him, even as he enjoyed the small number on the TV.

He certainly was not the oldest vampire but he seemed to deem sacrifice as a personal and needy friend. Much he had lost and given up to fit into the world of materialistic wonders and in some retrospects he was losing the willpower to continue in it but everyone had bad days. Unfortunately for him, it was today, of all days.. So impractical. At that moment he sighed to himself, turning the TV off just as Anais came out from her room, rather frazzled for a moment before settling and wondering what to do with... Alan at that moment as she sat down in the living room looked at his watch. An hour until the doors were opening and people would already be queuing outside.

He pulled his sleeve back down then slowly looked at the young lady. He looked at the ball dress and smiled at it, especially with the silver patterns, Alesso would most likely be staring at it for long moments throughout the night... He always was mesmerized by shiny things and was quite the kleptomaniac around them also. Luckily stealing from your own ball was not illegal, just strange to witness but guesses were, Alan would be watching the man lest he escape the ball with his pockets full of ball lovers' jewels. He certainly still couldn't forget their first ball, staring between Alesso and his new jewels spread along one of the tables and actually having to fight the man to give them back. One of his scars on his back were from that night, such joy. He chuckled to himself before looking to Anais' eyes, noting the delicate and lovely eye make up before speaking, his relaxed appearance seeming to tighten and be ripped away, replaced with the familiar sense of locked out emotional connection apart from the occasional appearance of twitches from his nervousness in his clawed fingers that most didn't notice unless they really looked behind his handsome face and giant like height that intimidated most people. ''You look lovely, Anais. Not that I expected anything less of you.''

He sat up straight then as he continued. ''We have an hour, we could go and help Alesso with any remaining work. But we don't have to.. well, you don't.'' He smiled for a moment before getting up and looking down on Anais which normal considering his unbelieveable height. ''But I must, after all, I am also a host to this annual event.'' He then looked to the elevator, clearing his throat for a moment to try and banish some fear from his tense form before he walked to it and called it. ''Come or don't. Either way, I want you to enjoy yourself, Anais. You deserve it.'' He then got into the elevator as the doors opened and pressed the button to go down.

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#2015-01-15 18:20:59, as written by Cheshire_Girl

Enoch had not returned to their flat in days. He had gone out to take care of some business two nights before the ball and with each passing day Neptune grew more and more worried. At first she had planned to wait in the apartment like he had instructed, Enoch had promised he would be back but now Neptune was beginning to doubt. Panic flooded her mind and she wondered if he was abandoning her, just like every other good person that had ever come into her life. Had she done something wrong? Was she not a good ghoul? Neptune had done everything Enoch had ever asked of her. Except two days ago when he had picked out two different shoes.... She had refused to go get the matching one because she was manning the stove to make pancakes.

But he wouldn't have left over something as silly as that... Would he?

Neptune suddenly decided that she had waited long enough, she slammed her tea cup down on the table and went up to her bedroom to change into something more suitable for traveling. She was just taking her dress off when the window exploded and glass shattered across the room; scratching her body with tiny cuts. The ghoul looked around for something to defend herself with when she remembered the silver knife under her pillow and ran for it just as someone burst in through the broken window. She pulled the knife out and held it in front of her, legs shaking as he smirked and drew a gun from his waist holster.

"You think that little knife will hurt me?" He taunted, waving around his gun and turning the safety off. "Yes." Neptune replied simply, glad that she sounded a lot more confident then she felt. Another came in through the window and whacked his partner across the back of the head. "Our orders aren't to kill it, we need the kid alive so her master will come for her."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Neptune spat, "I live alone." The two looked at her, clearly confused. They glanced back and forth between each other and the girl standing in her underwear, brandishing a knife; then burst out laughing. "I nearly fell for that," the older of the two said and stepped forward, "now come quietly and you won't get hurt." Neptune gripped the knife harder and lunged, dodging his first bullet. She plunged the knife into the first gun wielder's arm, making him drop his weapon. He screamed, cursing her out and wrestling her to the floor. She stabbed him again in the leg this time and he grappled the knife from her grip, holding it up against Neptune's throat. She kicked him between the legs, causing him to fall to the side. He moved the knife from her neck and sliced her cheek as he rolled off of her. Neptune kicked him the rest of the way off and ran for the door, his partner leveling his gun and shooting her in the leg causing Neptune to fall and a scream to erupt from her lungs.

The one Neptune had kicked in the groin stood and motioned for his partner. Neptune attempted to army crawl towards the stairs but pain shot through her body whenever she moved. They grabbed the girl and dragged her back into the room, slamming the door shut and gagging her before exiting the apartment through their preferred method; the window. Once on the ground level they tied up Neptune's arms, not bothering with her legs since they figured the bullet wound would prevent her from going anywhere.

They stuffed Neptune into the trunk of an awaiting silver car and began to drive. Neptune struggled and let out a muffled scream, sliding around as the car drove. Minutes passed, then hours in maddening silence; the only noise was that of the road under her. Finally the car stopped and her captors popped the trunk open. They were at a gas station on a back road. Neptune knew this rest stop, they weren't far from one of Enoch's vampire friends. The one Neptune had stabbed in the hand undid the gag from her mouth and offered her a bottle of water; she chugged it thirstily, not caring about the liquid that spilled onto her body. "I have to pee," Neptune said when she finished and he looked at his partner nervously. The man simply nodded his head and he pulled Neptune out of the trunk, holding her arm tightly and leading her to the bathroom inside.

No one blinked an eye at the nearly naked girl being dragged to the restroom, in fact they acted as though this were a daily occurrence. "Go quickly," he said and undid the ropes on her hands, standing by the bathroom door to ensure she couldn't get away. Neptune went inside and to her delight there was a window. She limped to the far end of the restroom and shimmied the old screen up; wondering if she would fit. She had gotten about halfway through, but the window was small and Neptune scrapped and scratched herself as she clawed her way out and fell on her butt on the other side of the gas station. She broke into a run in the direction of the vampire Alan White's house, knowing there was a ball tonight and that he would not be pleased if she showed up in her sorry condition without her master, but Enoch had told Neptune that if anything ever happened to him to go to Alan right away.

Night had fallen by the time she reached White's property, her body sore and her bullet wound throbbing. It was dangerous showing up to a party full of vampires with open wounds, but at this point it was a risk Neptune was willing to take. She knocked on the door, crossing her arms self consciously as a butler opened it and looked the girl up and down. "I think you have the wrong address," he said distastefully and began to close it, but Neptune stuck her foot out to prevent him from doing so. "I have to speak to Alan White, it's about my master. He's gone missing."

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#2015-01-30 17:46:40, as written by AppleSauce

Milky Chance - Stolen Dance

Iven was up and ready, rather excited for a change for work tonight. The ball was something he hadn't ever gotten the chance to attend growing up, he was either too lower class or poor, perhaps he didn't look very neat and tidy in the past but now that he was a well paid, professional, wanted bartender, life was easy and fun. Sure he enjoyed his main job of hunting on the side but it got a bit boring some times, the same old oh please don't kill me! and I swear I won't do it again! crap did get tiring; when would they learn that Hunters show no mercy? It was pretty amusing to give them hope sometimes before finally ending them, at least they died with a such a helpless expression.

Anyway, aside all that, he was dressed in his usual work clothing, he didn't have anything fancy picked out for the ball unfortunately, just the usual black bartender attire. He was told he would be given a specific waistcoat to wear but he hadn't received it yet, perhaps he would get it when he got there? Unsure, he kept the current waistcoat on and would simply replace it if he was given one. Iven smelled lightly of cinnamon and vanilla from the body wash he had used in the shower, aftershave, and mocha scented deodorant, he rather smelled like some sort of milkshake or something really. It was a nice change from the sweaty, wet clothed, dirt smell he seemed to carry after hunting. His hair had been combed because well, it is fairly long, and put back into a ponytail. He was so very tempted to actually wear his Hunter mask to the Masquerade ball, just waltz in like 'hey Vampires! Wazaaap! I'm going to kill every single one of you some day.' And then die a stylish death. As funny as it seemed in his head, he decided to stick with the plain, silver mask that most of the other staff would have.
Standing in front of the body length mirror, he turned and shifted himself, looking at himself from every angle before adjusting his vest with a grin. "I look hot." Iven started laughing at how he just sounded before sniffing himself and nodding "I know for certain I smell great though." Yep, he was ready. "Oh! Almost forgot!" Before he was about to leave, he placed his infamous, small knives in his pockets and strapped a much more lethal and larger one to his torso under his shirt, fixed himself up again then left the building. He had a bit of an obsession with his knives.

Once Iven arrived, showing ID and what not, proving he was staff, he entered the most breath taking building and walked towards the other staff were with a friendly smile and a short wave. Shortly after a female came rushing towards them with what seemed to be their waistcoats before running off again. "Whoa okay then." Iven said surprised as he took his piece of clothing "holy crap she's fast." He changed quickly into the waistcoat before finally starting to help prepare for the guests and put a lot of work into making sure the bar where drinks would be served looked its best, his place of expertise. "I already know this is going to be an amazing night."

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#2015-03-13 04:51:59, as written by Cheshire_Girl

Anyone still alive?

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#2015-03-13 12:38:14, as written by xfaithyx123

[Yes, Sana will be posting soon.]

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Enoch Hendriks

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a character in “Blood and Chocolate: Nightfall”, as played by Kuroe

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