Post #2423095 in The Love that once was and still is, a roleplay on RPG

The sun was high in the sky, beating harshly down on Adrian as he leaned against the wall of a dingy motel on the outskirts of Philadelphia, his arms folded firmly over his chest. Idly, he twisted his ring around his finger, careful not to remove it so that he didn't burn in the sunlight. Irritation oozed from him for the unavoidable delay he had been forced to suffer, and his gaze was dark beneath his shades. His hues, normally an unnaturally dark shade of blue, were actually black, ringed with red, which was why he had to wear the shades. He needed blood, badly, and the hunger in him made his normally dark mood, even more harsh. But Adrian had a plan, an agenda, and there were things he needed to do first.

Pushing away from the wall, Adrian ran a hand through his hair and paced up the stairs that led up to the second floor. He checked the slip of paper he had in his hand: 'Lewis Haversham. Room 33'. Adrian slipped the paper back into the pocket of his leather jacket, where it joined the keys to his motorcycle and his wallet. It had been a long journey to get here, and had taken a lot of time and effort, but he would do it all over again if he had to. The trail had started back in New York, where he had searched the library for references to vampires. The various news stories had amused him endlessly, but he had been purposeful in his task. It had been 1856, and there was little to be special about this one particular story, except for the place. Adrian had recognized it immediately.

Since then, Adrian had followed Katherine's trail with a single minded determination that would have killed him had he been human. But he wasn't. Of course, he acted a lot more human than he used to. After the attack, Adrian had tried to track down Katherine, but his own vampiric immaturity had made the hunt difficult. He had searched aimlessly for a year before the bloodlust and the lack of progress sent him into almost a century of untamed chaos, of which he had only recently recovered. He remembered those events with a certain degree of shame. He had partied his existence away, and fooled around with countless women before he lost control and drank their blood.

But then he had encountered an old friend, and memories rushed back. It was 1954 when Adrian truly began his search for Katherine. He knew that he still loved her, and with little to do with his existence, Adrian knew that he had to find her. He was a darker person than he had been, and he had seen and done things that he wasn't proud of, and he knew very well that she might turn him away, but he knew that he had to try one more time.

Outside room 33, Adrian paused for a single moment before entering. The door swung open easily, and the room inside was dark. Adrian rolled his eyes. This 'Lewis' character was his last stop. He had done everything he needed to do, and all he needed from this man, this human, was an address,

The small room was cheap and dirty. There was a filthy and stained bed in one corner, a table with a lamp in the other, and a wardrobe that smelt of mothballs and moldy wood. There was a single window, but the occupant of the room had drawn the curtain across. Adrian rolled his eyes. Why was it the humans he dealt with always felt that they had to hide the sun from him? He had his ring. He would deal. The scent of the dirty man was heavy and thick on the air, mixed with the scent of stale beer and sweat. It was disgusting. He knew that the man was trying to hide, but he also knew that he had hidden himself in the wardrobe.

Disdainfully, Adrian crossed the small room and opened the curtains. Light flooded the room, sharply exposing the full extent of the vile, dank motel room. With a sudden turn, Adrian flung the doors of the wardrobe open, grabbed the tiny, greasy man from inside, and threw him effortlessly across the room.

He laughed softly as he struck the ground with a low thud. His voice was low and almost animalistic as he snarled his warning to the human. "Damn you, Lewis...You've been holding out on me..." Adrian hissed softly as he went to the man's side. He crouched there, looking down on the pitiful mortal. He rolled his eyes at the man who quivered in front of him, and dared to put himself between him and Katherine. Adrian's hand shot out to grip Lewis' chin. "Talk to me, old man. Because there are hundreds of things I could show you that are worse than death"

After that, he gave his information up without a fight. It took two further minutes for Adrian to get the information he needed, and then he was gone. Like a shadow, he slipped from the darkness of the shoddy motel room into the broad midday sunlight. In his pocket, he fingered a new slip of paper. The quality was poor, but the information was golden. This is it, he told himself, We're there. I've done it. He couldn't help but grin to himself, and it was his old, carefree smile. It was the same smile that he had had when he was with Katherine. Katherine. It wouldn't be long now. And then he could hold her in his arms again.

He mounted his motorcycle, and set off down the highway without a second thought as to the speed limit. It wouldn't take long. Maybe an hour, and then he'd be there. The wind stroked through his hair as he broke the speed limit, reminding him of how it felt when she had touched his hair. Adrian's memories of her were strong, like nothing else. And they were strong enough to temporarily make his blood hunger seem tiny. It wouldn't be long, and it wasn't far.

OOC: I'm so sorry it took so long to get a post up >.< I hope you're still interested in doing this, because I'm really looking forward to getting it started :)

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