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The Town of Craine is a part of 
Blood Rites: Awakening.
7 Places in The Town of Craine:
8 Characters Here
Cantus Caedis [24] "Yes, I have a tumblr. No.. I don't obsess over it. Yes I use it every day... Like i said, I still do stuff, you wouldn't understand."
Seph Ganien Dikou [21] "The moon is so beautiful. Don't you feel the ecstasy under its presence?
Soul [21] Just about the strangest person you ever had the oppertunity to meet.
Syra Adrovere [16]
Erin Saito [14] This feeling of dread...I've never felt it before, but I can't seem to shake it.
Ello [11] You all disgust me.
Jaxson Crue [4] As a Mortray and a gentleman, it is a matter of principle to rid the world of Creaous.
Auberon Urso [3] "My bear is not on a leash, be aware"
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“Yuna, where’s my breakfast I told you to get. My. breakfast.”
“It’s right here Ello, I’ve got it.” The brunette girl called, exasperated. She was so tired from cleaning the cottage all night. Her yellow green eyes had become dull where they’d once been bright, her posture broken when it had once been strong. Yuna lightly jogged to the counter where her…boss…. sat. The woman she owed her soul to, Ello.
Her beauty was strange, unnatural; you could tell she was an Akina immediately. The way her sharp face didn’t fit the petite body she held, the sweet and kind looking pink hair. It was obvious that her old body had been plumper, but now it was thin, almost sickly. Her green-silver eyes glided across the counter to Yuna like a cat, a smug cat, watching her prey squirm. Her hands bandaged in black cloth lay on the table looking so dainty… but Yuna wondered how deadly they really could be.
“Thank you dear, you’re a good girl, you really are. The cottage looks fabulous,” Ello smirked at the schoolgirl, who then left to get her coffee. “I’m sure you won’t go running around after school like I warned you against anymore. Dangerous stuff.” Ello laughed to herself, just under her breath, but Yuna heard every word from across the kitchen. She shivered, afraid, but she tried to calm herself. Then Ello sounded irritated, “Where’s Ami?”
Ami and Yuna were still allowed to go to high school, but only if they came back to the cottage, Ello’s cottage, just outside town. No one knew Ello was out there, and if anyone did they’d probably try to come out and kill her. The Akina had cast an easy but confusing path winding spell that only her cursed ones, Ami and Yuna, could see through to return to the cottage after school. If they tried to leave town at night or they stayed out too late with their friends, Ello always knew, and she always came looking for them, ready to punish them with chores and hard labor.
Yuna had heard about Ello from the kids whispering around her high school. That high school was six towns over from the one they lived in now. Ello was once a piece of fascinating local folklore to Yuna, a magical woman who could grant any wish. But there were the bad rumors, too, like the tales of Ello killing her cursed ones once she began to love them. Yuna didn’t believe those stories, how could you kill someone once you loved them? But, nonetheless, when Yuna had gone out hunting for Ello to have her wish granted, she had not expected to become the witch’s slave girl.
“Don’t listen to her.” Ami had come up behind Yuna and put a hand on her shoulder, her short brown hair bouncing about like usual,” She’s just bluffing.” And then Ami took the coffee from Yuna and brought it over to Ello, setting it down, and then beginning to cut up the Akina’s food.
Ami was from Yuna’s town, too. They hadn’t been friends, but they both had one thing in common back then: a wish they’d give anything for. For Ami, it was her sick mother. The doctors had no idea what was wrong with her, so Ami sold her soul to save her life. Yuna’s wish was a bit more selfish. She’d always thought herself ugly, so she wanted to be the most beautiful girl in her school. Yuna wasn’t a bad soul, just naïve. But both were naïve enough to Ello’s true intensions, though, and now they couldn’t escape her. No matter where they hid or where they ran, Ello always found them.
It wasn’t like the cottage was a horrid place to live. Ello even let them see their families every few weeks, having both committed themselves to Ello just a year ago. But they were forced to help the crippled Akina here in this town because she could barely use her hands. Her magic, though, made up for her disability in full. Ami began to feed the pieces of egg into Ello’s mouth.
“You girls are off to school this morning?” The woman paused to chew. “Don’t forget to water the flowers on your way out.” Ello said in a long drawl, very comfortable in her stool as she was fed and Yuna brushed her hair.
As they finally got to walk out the door, they gave a sour look to each other, but tried hard to keep it from the terrifying Akina. Ello saw it, of course, but smiled, liking the emotional distance they kept from her. The woman in the stool stood, around 5’ 10’’ in a tattered but still lovely black dress, and approached the mirror.
“Mirina… these girls are too afraid to bother me too much. And look how they take care of us, they do make-up so well.” And Ello flattered herself in the mirror. Of course the Akina knew that the human who used to possess her body was long gone in an eternal sleep, deep inside her subconscious, but the face they once shared was the only one Ello ever felt like talking to.
It was because she hated everyone. Anyone she ever met, besides herself. She wanted all of those emotional ones to die, especially the human ones… but until she had the power to do so, she would sit tight with her cursed ones in her nice cottage by the river. Alone, content and pretty.
“It’s right here Ello, I’ve got it.” The brunette girl called, exasperated. She was so tired from cleaning the cottage all night. Her yellow green eyes had become dull where they’d once been bright, her posture broken when it had once been strong. Yuna lightly jogged to the counter where her…boss…. sat. The woman she owed her soul to, Ello.
Her beauty was strange, unnatural; you could tell she was an Akina immediately. The way her sharp face didn’t fit the petite body she held, the sweet and kind looking pink hair. It was obvious that her old body had been plumper, but now it was thin, almost sickly. Her green-silver eyes glided across the counter to Yuna like a cat, a smug cat, watching her prey squirm. Her hands bandaged in black cloth lay on the table looking so dainty… but Yuna wondered how deadly they really could be.
“Thank you dear, you’re a good girl, you really are. The cottage looks fabulous,” Ello smirked at the schoolgirl, who then left to get her coffee. “I’m sure you won’t go running around after school like I warned you against anymore. Dangerous stuff.” Ello laughed to herself, just under her breath, but Yuna heard every word from across the kitchen. She shivered, afraid, but she tried to calm herself. Then Ello sounded irritated, “Where’s Ami?”
Ami and Yuna were still allowed to go to high school, but only if they came back to the cottage, Ello’s cottage, just outside town. No one knew Ello was out there, and if anyone did they’d probably try to come out and kill her. The Akina had cast an easy but confusing path winding spell that only her cursed ones, Ami and Yuna, could see through to return to the cottage after school. If they tried to leave town at night or they stayed out too late with their friends, Ello always knew, and she always came looking for them, ready to punish them with chores and hard labor.
Yuna had heard about Ello from the kids whispering around her high school. That high school was six towns over from the one they lived in now. Ello was once a piece of fascinating local folklore to Yuna, a magical woman who could grant any wish. But there were the bad rumors, too, like the tales of Ello killing her cursed ones once she began to love them. Yuna didn’t believe those stories, how could you kill someone once you loved them? But, nonetheless, when Yuna had gone out hunting for Ello to have her wish granted, she had not expected to become the witch’s slave girl.
“Don’t listen to her.” Ami had come up behind Yuna and put a hand on her shoulder, her short brown hair bouncing about like usual,” She’s just bluffing.” And then Ami took the coffee from Yuna and brought it over to Ello, setting it down, and then beginning to cut up the Akina’s food.
Ami was from Yuna’s town, too. They hadn’t been friends, but they both had one thing in common back then: a wish they’d give anything for. For Ami, it was her sick mother. The doctors had no idea what was wrong with her, so Ami sold her soul to save her life. Yuna’s wish was a bit more selfish. She’d always thought herself ugly, so she wanted to be the most beautiful girl in her school. Yuna wasn’t a bad soul, just naïve. But both were naïve enough to Ello’s true intensions, though, and now they couldn’t escape her. No matter where they hid or where they ran, Ello always found them.
It wasn’t like the cottage was a horrid place to live. Ello even let them see their families every few weeks, having both committed themselves to Ello just a year ago. But they were forced to help the crippled Akina here in this town because she could barely use her hands. Her magic, though, made up for her disability in full. Ami began to feed the pieces of egg into Ello’s mouth.
“You girls are off to school this morning?” The woman paused to chew. “Don’t forget to water the flowers on your way out.” Ello said in a long drawl, very comfortable in her stool as she was fed and Yuna brushed her hair.
As they finally got to walk out the door, they gave a sour look to each other, but tried hard to keep it from the terrifying Akina. Ello saw it, of course, but smiled, liking the emotional distance they kept from her. The woman in the stool stood, around 5’ 10’’ in a tattered but still lovely black dress, and approached the mirror.
“Mirina… these girls are too afraid to bother me too much. And look how they take care of us, they do make-up so well.” And Ello flattered herself in the mirror. Of course the Akina knew that the human who used to possess her body was long gone in an eternal sleep, deep inside her subconscious, but the face they once shared was the only one Ello ever felt like talking to.
It was because she hated everyone. Anyone she ever met, besides herself. She wanted all of those emotional ones to die, especially the human ones… but until she had the power to do so, she would sit tight with her cursed ones in her nice cottage by the river. Alone, content and pretty.
"I'm back, mom! I brought you a mocha if you want it, decaf, non-fat, no whip!" Erin closed the front door by nudging it with her foot. Had her mom even gotten out of her room today? Lately it seemed as though her mother were mourning or something, but that obviously wasn't the case. She didn't even have any friends to be sad for if they did die.
"Mama, come on out," Erin had crossed the small kitchen that was connected to the small living room and stopped in front of her mother's bedroom door. Inside, she could hear muttering. The nearly-eighteen year old hesitated, her hand lingering just above the doorknob before gripping it. A charm on the doorknob jingled softly as Erin turned the knob slowly. She didn't want to admit to herself that she was scared by her mother's behavior. Last week, she'd been telling stories of monsters that the form of an angel and could not be killed by plagues. It seemed as though she were slowly going insane, her mother was, and for whatever reason Erin's birthday seemed to be a taboo topic.
"Mom this is a mess!" Erin said upon entering her mother's room, which really ought to be called a lair due to its uncleanliness. And there was her mother, with her hands in her hair sitting in a fetal position on her bed. She'd drawn runes, banishing circles, protecting circles, all over her room, and even on the ceiling. Was that... crying, that she heard?
"M...mother..." What was there to say? The woman on the bed before Erin was hardly a mother, and seemed more to be a broken woman pleading to go to an asylum.
"...Come here, Tib," the daughter diverted her attention to a crow that had taken to pecking at a picture whose frame was cracked. It looked as though it must have been thrown against something, and with curiosity Erin gingerly picked up the photograph, frame and all, minding the shards that fell off and landed on the desk with the sound of bells. "Is this dad, Tib?" Erin asked the bird, knowing that her mother wasn't usually coherent in this state. The bird bobbed up and down, almost like a nod.
"TIB!" the panicking woman leaped up from her bed and ripped the framed picture from Erin's hands, screaming at the bird in a shrill voice that almost sounded like Tib's own caws. "SHE CAN'T KNOW!" she shrieked. Had her hair always been so dark brown? It had never seemed so close to black. And her fingers, the way they grasped at the object in her hands, it made her fingertips almost seem like talons. Erin's mind seemed to be playing tricks on her.
"Mom, stop! Stop! You're scaring me, stop!!" The daughter backed out of the disastrously shambled room, holding her ears to drown out the sound of the crow and her mother, whose cries could almost be described exactly as caws now.
Erin let the door slam behind her, and she stumbled onto the floor, hands still over her ears and some tears beginning to form in her eyes. Something was wrong, something was definitely wrong. With a shaky finger, Erin slowly drew a summoning circle in the carpet. "Please let her be better...Please give her peace...give her peace."
The day after tomorrow, Erin would be considered a legal adult. She doubted that she could leave her mother.
"Mama, come on out," Erin had crossed the small kitchen that was connected to the small living room and stopped in front of her mother's bedroom door. Inside, she could hear muttering. The nearly-eighteen year old hesitated, her hand lingering just above the doorknob before gripping it. A charm on the doorknob jingled softly as Erin turned the knob slowly. She didn't want to admit to herself that she was scared by her mother's behavior. Last week, she'd been telling stories of monsters that the form of an angel and could not be killed by plagues. It seemed as though she were slowly going insane, her mother was, and for whatever reason Erin's birthday seemed to be a taboo topic.
"Mom this is a mess!" Erin said upon entering her mother's room, which really ought to be called a lair due to its uncleanliness. And there was her mother, with her hands in her hair sitting in a fetal position on her bed. She'd drawn runes, banishing circles, protecting circles, all over her room, and even on the ceiling. Was that... crying, that she heard?
"M...mother..." What was there to say? The woman on the bed before Erin was hardly a mother, and seemed more to be a broken woman pleading to go to an asylum.
"...Come here, Tib," the daughter diverted her attention to a crow that had taken to pecking at a picture whose frame was cracked. It looked as though it must have been thrown against something, and with curiosity Erin gingerly picked up the photograph, frame and all, minding the shards that fell off and landed on the desk with the sound of bells. "Is this dad, Tib?" Erin asked the bird, knowing that her mother wasn't usually coherent in this state. The bird bobbed up and down, almost like a nod.
"TIB!" the panicking woman leaped up from her bed and ripped the framed picture from Erin's hands, screaming at the bird in a shrill voice that almost sounded like Tib's own caws. "SHE CAN'T KNOW!" she shrieked. Had her hair always been so dark brown? It had never seemed so close to black. And her fingers, the way they grasped at the object in her hands, it made her fingertips almost seem like talons. Erin's mind seemed to be playing tricks on her.
"Mom, stop! Stop! You're scaring me, stop!!" The daughter backed out of the disastrously shambled room, holding her ears to drown out the sound of the crow and her mother, whose cries could almost be described exactly as caws now.
Erin let the door slam behind her, and she stumbled onto the floor, hands still over her ears and some tears beginning to form in her eyes. Something was wrong, something was definitely wrong. With a shaky finger, Erin slowly drew a summoning circle in the carpet. "Please let her be better...Please give her peace...give her peace."
The day after tomorrow, Erin would be considered a legal adult. She doubted that she could leave her mother.
Seph was somewhat happy. It seemed he coulf finally have a nice bed to sleep in tonight. Where was the nearest inn anyway? It didn't really matter. He'd been traveling for about 4 months just to get to this place. An hour or two more wouldn't make much difference.
He continued on the path that he was on being able to now see the entrance into town. Something was off however. A familiar smell kicked on his nose. 'More of them huh?' He thought to himself when he suddenly seen a guy with white hair waving him down. He walked towards his direction and looked at him, noticing that he wasn't from his old clan.
"Hello!" The wolf in front of him said. Sure he was in his human form but Seph could tell. "Hey." He said back. "Is there something you want with me?" His voice was calm but his mind was prepared for anything. The guy seemed friendly but then again when your hole clan turns on you, you can't really trust a person that 'seems' friendly.
He continued on the path that he was on being able to now see the entrance into town. Something was off however. A familiar smell kicked on his nose. 'More of them huh?' He thought to himself when he suddenly seen a guy with white hair waving him down. He walked towards his direction and looked at him, noticing that he wasn't from his old clan.
"Hello!" The wolf in front of him said. Sure he was in his human form but Seph could tell. "Hey." He said back. "Is there something you want with me?" His voice was calm but his mind was prepared for anything. The guy seemed friendly but then again when your hole clan turns on you, you can't really trust a person that 'seems' friendly.
It wasn't quite cold...cool, maybe? Well, not quite. A comforting breeze, a gentle warm one, played with the young woman's brown hair. The town's nightlife was in full swing with college students and lovers laughing as they walked down the streets, shady figures making their way down the avenues, the occasional couple who seemed to be partaking in rather illegal transactions, and then normal-looking citizens who seemed to be just walking to try to ease their minds, just as Erin was. What time was it, after all? Looking above, the moon seemed to be almost dead center in the sky, a beautiful full moon that shed enough light that the streetlights were almost useless.
At the same time, it made the dark shadows seem even darker in the alleyways. Erin, who usually wasn't bothered by strangers in the least and could even be described as dangerously naive, drew her cardigan more tightly around her, hunching her shoulders forward. Her eyes looking with lack of interest at her feet which were concealed by old combat boots that, now that she thought about it, could really use to have some repairs done. They made sturdy sounds as she walked, if that could be a word used for a sound, and made her think of a man walking. A woman's walk, usually, was lighter and had a clacking sound from high heels. Her own gait was made with no consideration for grace or delicacy, and relied solely on getting from point A to point B.
...Where was she going, anyway? She frowned to herself, biting on her lower lip from force of habit. "Excuse me?" she called out, a hand outstretched with her palm facing the stranger who was hunched over, back against a wall and just barely within an alley. "Do you have the time? And I think I forgot to look at the street signs. I really must've gotten lost, and in my own town. Talk about thoughtless, right?" she began a friendly conversation with whomever it was she was speaking to.
"Fucking idiot," a raw voice slurred at her, "You wanna get mugged out here? Go back that way." It sounded like a woman, but her voice was rather deep. Had she been a smoker? Now that Erin really gave her a once-over, it didn't appear that this woman was likely to have a home. "You deaf?" the woman heaved herself off the wall, and from her left hand a glass bottle dropped. The noise caused Erin to jump in surprise and she decided it was probably a good idea to listen to the woman and turn back.
At the same time, it made the dark shadows seem even darker in the alleyways. Erin, who usually wasn't bothered by strangers in the least and could even be described as dangerously naive, drew her cardigan more tightly around her, hunching her shoulders forward. Her eyes looking with lack of interest at her feet which were concealed by old combat boots that, now that she thought about it, could really use to have some repairs done. They made sturdy sounds as she walked, if that could be a word used for a sound, and made her think of a man walking. A woman's walk, usually, was lighter and had a clacking sound from high heels. Her own gait was made with no consideration for grace or delicacy, and relied solely on getting from point A to point B.
...Where was she going, anyway? She frowned to herself, biting on her lower lip from force of habit. "Excuse me?" she called out, a hand outstretched with her palm facing the stranger who was hunched over, back against a wall and just barely within an alley. "Do you have the time? And I think I forgot to look at the street signs. I really must've gotten lost, and in my own town. Talk about thoughtless, right?" she began a friendly conversation with whomever it was she was speaking to.
"Fucking idiot," a raw voice slurred at her, "You wanna get mugged out here? Go back that way." It sounded like a woman, but her voice was rather deep. Had she been a smoker? Now that Erin really gave her a once-over, it didn't appear that this woman was likely to have a home. "You deaf?" the woman heaved herself off the wall, and from her left hand a glass bottle dropped. The noise caused Erin to jump in surprise and she decided it was probably a good idea to listen to the woman and turn back.
First body
Cantus, the vampire, wanted to go outside in daytime, but alas, he couldn't for too long or risk dying. He hated that fact, it made him weak, vulnerable for most of the day, but he couldn't change that. And he still was immortal in age, so he had quite a bit of time to explore the world , or what he hadn't already through his 800 years of life. He laughed a bit, noting that he was much older than those humans who were considered "elders" and he would just keep getting older, unless of course, someone managed to kill him. But who would want to that? He hadn't killed anyone, at least not today. He stood up from his bed, not having been asleep.
He quickly dressed, having his supernatural speed as an advantage. He didn't actually need to do anything with this body, seeing as he was in a house. He went onto his laptop, looking for any strange news. This body was the one he used for studying or researching, not that he had a tutor anymore. He spent his first hundred years learning a lot of things, so he had the rest of his immortal life to look forward too.
He went onto his tumblr, after all, he wasn't going to ignore technology. It gave him an advantage over old fashioned "monsters". He scanned through his dashboard He found that some strange winged boy was seen earlier, and he almost passed it, dismissing it as a crazy human. That is, until he remembered the Mortray. He began looking more into the post, but found himself at a dead end. If it was a mortray, then the author of the post was either dead or didn't see enough to give out a full explanation. "Just my luck," He sighed and continued looking through his dashboard.
Second Body
He had by now learned to use his bodies simultaneously, sure it was hard at first, but you got used to it. He was outside with this body, although he couldn't exactly tell the temperature. Vampires didn't really need to worry about anything other than what time it was. He wished he would get older, and build a stronger resistance to sunlight, but he decided that his current resistance would be fine for now.
He kept on walking and turned into an alleyway, noting that someone was following him. He waited until he was far into the alley, then turned around with a smile. "Behind you, idiot." He smiled, showing his fangs to the mugger who quickly tried running away.
Third Body
Cantus was following his other body from the rooftops, making sure to spot any muggers. He smiled when he saw a conspicuous person following his second body. He climbed down the walls quickly and silently, not wanting to alert the mugger.
He walked up to the mugger, pulled out a dagger different from the one his other body held, and hit the mugger on the temple with the hilt of his dagger. The mugger only managed to turn around before being knocked out. "God, I love doing that." He picked up the mugger and bit into the mugger's neck. The mugger was a female. He sucked up quite a bit of blood, but there was still much left over.
Second Body
No communication was needed between the two bodies, he did only have one mind after all. Cantus bit into the female's neck, feeling energy go into every one of his bodies. He licked his lips, and grabbed the female from his other body's hand, then dropped the female onto the ground. He'd let the police worry about the mugger, wasn't his problem anymore.
He walked out of the alley and back into the street as if nothing had happened, pulling up his hood simultaneously.
Third Body
His third body pulled up the hood he was wearing, and climbed back up to the rooftops.
Cantus, the vampire, wanted to go outside in daytime, but alas, he couldn't for too long or risk dying. He hated that fact, it made him weak, vulnerable for most of the day, but he couldn't change that. And he still was immortal in age, so he had quite a bit of time to explore the world , or what he hadn't already through his 800 years of life. He laughed a bit, noting that he was much older than those humans who were considered "elders" and he would just keep getting older, unless of course, someone managed to kill him. But who would want to that? He hadn't killed anyone, at least not today. He stood up from his bed, not having been asleep.
He quickly dressed, having his supernatural speed as an advantage. He didn't actually need to do anything with this body, seeing as he was in a house. He went onto his laptop, looking for any strange news. This body was the one he used for studying or researching, not that he had a tutor anymore. He spent his first hundred years learning a lot of things, so he had the rest of his immortal life to look forward too.
He went onto his tumblr, after all, he wasn't going to ignore technology. It gave him an advantage over old fashioned "monsters". He scanned through his dashboard He found that some strange winged boy was seen earlier, and he almost passed it, dismissing it as a crazy human. That is, until he remembered the Mortray. He began looking more into the post, but found himself at a dead end. If it was a mortray, then the author of the post was either dead or didn't see enough to give out a full explanation. "Just my luck," He sighed and continued looking through his dashboard.
Second Body
He had by now learned to use his bodies simultaneously, sure it was hard at first, but you got used to it. He was outside with this body, although he couldn't exactly tell the temperature. Vampires didn't really need to worry about anything other than what time it was. He wished he would get older, and build a stronger resistance to sunlight, but he decided that his current resistance would be fine for now.
He kept on walking and turned into an alleyway, noting that someone was following him. He waited until he was far into the alley, then turned around with a smile. "Behind you, idiot." He smiled, showing his fangs to the mugger who quickly tried running away.
Third Body
Cantus was following his other body from the rooftops, making sure to spot any muggers. He smiled when he saw a conspicuous person following his second body. He climbed down the walls quickly and silently, not wanting to alert the mugger.
He walked up to the mugger, pulled out a dagger different from the one his other body held, and hit the mugger on the temple with the hilt of his dagger. The mugger only managed to turn around before being knocked out. "God, I love doing that." He picked up the mugger and bit into the mugger's neck. The mugger was a female. He sucked up quite a bit of blood, but there was still much left over.
Second Body
No communication was needed between the two bodies, he did only have one mind after all. Cantus bit into the female's neck, feeling energy go into every one of his bodies. He licked his lips, and grabbed the female from his other body's hand, then dropped the female onto the ground. He'd let the police worry about the mugger, wasn't his problem anymore.
He walked out of the alley and back into the street as if nothing had happened, pulling up his hood simultaneously.
Third Body
His third body pulled up the hood he was wearing, and climbed back up to the rooftops.
"I still have to figure out where to go," Erin frowned, disappointed that after talking to the rather disagreeable lady in the alley, she still was lost. She snapped her fingers, a nervous habit, her copper rings clicking each other every so often. They were gifts from her mother and father, and her mom made her wear them at all times. There were several random objects that her mother instructed her to wear, and Erin had grown up not bothering to question it.
I should've taken my cell phone with me but it was dead. The girl thought frowning. That way, she'd be able to tell the time. She was hesitant to ask solitary others after what happened, and those walking with someone else or in groups seemed too busy to talk to. There has to be someone to ask...I really wish I could find a street sign! I know where to get home from the central plaza, but I can't tell how far away that is or what direction... She really just wanted to go home and check up on her mother. Sure, she'd left to clear her head from the anxiety her mother caused but now she was starting to get anxiety from being away from her!
Erin frowned and stopped walking to place her hands on her hips. There had to be someone to ask. She thought that she saw an intersection back where she'd come from, so she turned around yet again. She saw a figure up ahead and jogged over to them, waving with a warm smile. In her head, she silently prayed for the stranger to be friendly.
"H-hi! My name is Erin, I think that I'm lost. Um, could you point me in the direction of central plaza?" she asked, putting her hands into the pockets of her cargo pants and tilting her head slightly. The man had black hair and the moonlight made his eyes look almost pitch black. In the sunlight, Erin imagined, they must be a nice, dark brown. He looked about her age, so maybe it wouldn't be as difficult for her to get along with him as with others. She hoped she wasn't bothering him, but she really needed to get home. The night wasn't comfortable, since she'd already talked to two strangers.
I should've taken my cell phone with me but it was dead. The girl thought frowning. That way, she'd be able to tell the time. She was hesitant to ask solitary others after what happened, and those walking with someone else or in groups seemed too busy to talk to. There has to be someone to ask...I really wish I could find a street sign! I know where to get home from the central plaza, but I can't tell how far away that is or what direction... She really just wanted to go home and check up on her mother. Sure, she'd left to clear her head from the anxiety her mother caused but now she was starting to get anxiety from being away from her!
Erin frowned and stopped walking to place her hands on her hips. There had to be someone to ask. She thought that she saw an intersection back where she'd come from, so she turned around yet again. She saw a figure up ahead and jogged over to them, waving with a warm smile. In her head, she silently prayed for the stranger to be friendly.
"H-hi! My name is Erin, I think that I'm lost. Um, could you point me in the direction of central plaza?" she asked, putting her hands into the pockets of her cargo pants and tilting her head slightly. The man had black hair and the moonlight made his eyes look almost pitch black. In the sunlight, Erin imagined, they must be a nice, dark brown. He looked about her age, so maybe it wouldn't be as difficult for her to get along with him as with others. She hoped she wasn't bothering him, but she really needed to get home. The night wasn't comfortable, since she'd already talked to two strangers.
Third Body He ran towards his first body, hoping to not meet any people that happened to be looking at the rooftops. He was skilled at running over rooftops, another skill he honed over the years. He wished he could turn into a bat and fly like in the human mythology, but sadly, he didn't have that ability, and he was sure that almost no vampires did either.
He continued running on the rooftops, still nervous that someone or something would catch him. He couldn't risk getting put in the papers.
Second Body
His ears perked up when he heard a noise, expecting the friends of the mugger to approach him. "Just my luck," He enjoyed reusing this term, seeing as he needed a catchphrase. Most people he heard of on the internet did.
He saw the girl from his peripheral vision and was confused for a second, until he noticed that he wasn't going to get to live out his fantasies of being a badass and beating up muggers.
He stared in awe at her for a few awkward seconds, then returned to his composed self. "Sorry madam, I just wasn't expecting someone so friendly." He finished his apology and began to answer her question, "And I'm sorry, but I'm not exactly familiar this area." He didn't particularly like acting formal, but it was drilled into his head. He also enjoyed the fact that he didn't have to hide his eye color in the night, but he would wear contact lenses in the daytime.
"Oh god, I can't keep talking like this." He mumbled this to himself. "Anyways, I'm Cantus," He paused for a second, "what's your name?" He really hoped she wouldn't force him to be polite.
He continued running on the rooftops, still nervous that someone or something would catch him. He couldn't risk getting put in the papers.
Second Body
His ears perked up when he heard a noise, expecting the friends of the mugger to approach him. "Just my luck," He enjoyed reusing this term, seeing as he needed a catchphrase. Most people he heard of on the internet did.
He saw the girl from his peripheral vision and was confused for a second, until he noticed that he wasn't going to get to live out his fantasies of being a badass and beating up muggers.
He stared in awe at her for a few awkward seconds, then returned to his composed self. "Sorry madam, I just wasn't expecting someone so friendly." He finished his apology and began to answer her question, "And I'm sorry, but I'm not exactly familiar this area." He didn't particularly like acting formal, but it was drilled into his head. He also enjoyed the fact that he didn't have to hide his eye color in the night, but he would wear contact lenses in the daytime.
"Oh god, I can't keep talking like this." He mumbled this to himself. "Anyways, I'm Cantus," He paused for a second, "what's your name?" He really hoped she wouldn't force him to be polite.
With the girls all tucked into bed, Ello finally decided to crawl around in the night air in town. Once it hit around midnight she walked out the door, barefoot, her black dress making her look a bit more pale than she actually was. The body she held, Mirina, had actually retained quite a complexion. Ello had stayed fairly peach after the takeover; some would even say she was tan in a certain light. But Ello’s sharp cheek bones protruded oddly from Mirina’s old face and it made her look sick, like she should be ghostly pale, and parts of her face and body didn’t go with each other.
Ello grasped tightly onto a pocket watch tucked inside the right pocket on her dress and she briskly approached the streets. If Yuna or Ami so much as got out of bed the watch would vibrate gently enough to warn her, but not enough to seem strange to anyone she spoke to. Of course, cell phones and computers with tractors were very practical nowadays, but did they look as fashionable or adorable as her pocket watch? Absolutely not.
She glided down the alley ways, not looking at many people but not hiding herself from anyone. Some looked on at her with awe and kept out of her way, some just shot her a glace and turned down their gaze. They knew what she was, an Akina looking for souls who wanted their wishes granted, but they knew the rumors going around about her slave girls too. The night time regulars knew her face well, as well as her dangers. No, none of them would do. She was looking for a new, fresh face.
”Oh that girl looks so lovely…” Ello thought to herself as she approached a couple speaking in a dark alley way. The boy was a vampire, to Akina’s distaste, and Ello immediately wanted the girl for herself. She didn’t want him to have her. As she heard the ‘what’s your name’ line, the Akina almost slithered up behind Cantus and touched his shoulder with a hand, rearing her head around his arm impishly.
“Hey there guys, anyone have a lighter handy? Not to bother either of you.” She let her old host, Mirina, show her personality a little for conversation. That child-like, innocent, but upbeat attitude always let the new comers of the town feel super comfy in a dark alley way. They both seemed just a tad younger than she appeared: a tall 19. But the way her old eyes mix-matched with her body and hair made her seem ageless and hard to pin point on the maturity scale. She let her silver-green eyes, the eyes of a predator, soften almost completely as she gazed over at Erin.
Ello grasped tightly onto a pocket watch tucked inside the right pocket on her dress and she briskly approached the streets. If Yuna or Ami so much as got out of bed the watch would vibrate gently enough to warn her, but not enough to seem strange to anyone she spoke to. Of course, cell phones and computers with tractors were very practical nowadays, but did they look as fashionable or adorable as her pocket watch? Absolutely not.
She glided down the alley ways, not looking at many people but not hiding herself from anyone. Some looked on at her with awe and kept out of her way, some just shot her a glace and turned down their gaze. They knew what she was, an Akina looking for souls who wanted their wishes granted, but they knew the rumors going around about her slave girls too. The night time regulars knew her face well, as well as her dangers. No, none of them would do. She was looking for a new, fresh face.
”Oh that girl looks so lovely…” Ello thought to herself as she approached a couple speaking in a dark alley way. The boy was a vampire, to Akina’s distaste, and Ello immediately wanted the girl for herself. She didn’t want him to have her. As she heard the ‘what’s your name’ line, the Akina almost slithered up behind Cantus and touched his shoulder with a hand, rearing her head around his arm impishly.
“Hey there guys, anyone have a lighter handy? Not to bother either of you.” She let her old host, Mirina, show her personality a little for conversation. That child-like, innocent, but upbeat attitude always let the new comers of the town feel super comfy in a dark alley way. They both seemed just a tad younger than she appeared: a tall 19. But the way her old eyes mix-matched with her body and hair made her seem ageless and hard to pin point on the maturity scale. She let her silver-green eyes, the eyes of a predator, soften almost completely as she gazed over at Erin.
There was a different air about him than other people. He seemed so...formal, to say the least. It was hard to suppress a smile. When the man, no, gentleman seemed more appropriate. Gentleman, then, when the gentleman introduced himself, Erin couldn't help giggling slightly. What an interesting name he had. She couldn't help wondering what ethnicity or country that name was from. It sounded interesting, at any rate, and she didn't particularly dislike it. So she cleared her throat slightly before speaking. "My name's Erin. Cantus?" she hoped she'd pronounced it correctly, she seemed to have bad luck on that subject, "That's an interesting name. It's too bad you're not from around here, really. Are you staying with family here?" The man seemed so polite, so it was weird speaking with him since she spoke so informally by nature.
Erin rocked back and forth in her combat boots comfortably, deciding that she liked this stranger. He seemed really nice so far, so she decided that if she ever saw him again then she'd show him around the town, and not get lost that time. She felt short while standing near him, but she was already short for her age and she'd gotten used to it. In fact, his whole being made her feel somehow smaller.
There was another person behind Cantus, she noted. She looked so beautiful, Erin thought. A lighter, she was asking for a lighter. "No, I'm sorry," Erin said in return. The girl, whose age Erin couldn't seem to pinpoint, had the most peculiar shade of blue eyes that somehow matched- or did it?- shockingly soft pink hair. Erin wasn't sure whether or not to be afraid of her or to go for a walk with her and get coffee like old friends.
Walking with a cane caused him to receive more strange looks than he would expect. Hadn't they seen a cane before? It suddenly became even clearer the social status gap between Jax and the, as he called them, commoners. How dreary. Mr. Crue, I would advise you rest. You're useless when you're tired. There was the annoyingly wise voice in Jaxson's mind.
"Of course, Gideon, it is in our best interest," the gentleman muttered with an edge of annoyance. It seemed that only around his weapon did Jaxson have troubles controlling his temper. He couldn't decide if Gideon were to be described as a doting father or a ruthless drill sergeant. Of all attitudes a weapon could have, Jax was stuck with that of Gideon. Admittedly, the cane was rather useful in battle.
Placing the owed money onto the table, Jaxson rose from his seat and walked to the elevator of the hotel. He had requested, as it was always, a master room on the top floor. He was easily satisfied with the best of things, and found that money helped smooth most anything over.
Inside his room, there was a map that he had taped with care to a wall. On it, detailed marks were made plotting the movement of something, or rather someone. He was tracking down a Creaous, as always, though he seemed to be having difficulty with this particular prey.
Erin rocked back and forth in her combat boots comfortably, deciding that she liked this stranger. He seemed really nice so far, so she decided that if she ever saw him again then she'd show him around the town, and not get lost that time. She felt short while standing near him, but she was already short for her age and she'd gotten used to it. In fact, his whole being made her feel somehow smaller.
There was another person behind Cantus, she noted. She looked so beautiful, Erin thought. A lighter, she was asking for a lighter. "No, I'm sorry," Erin said in return. The girl, whose age Erin couldn't seem to pinpoint, had the most peculiar shade of blue eyes that somehow matched- or did it?- shockingly soft pink hair. Erin wasn't sure whether or not to be afraid of her or to go for a walk with her and get coffee like old friends.
Jaxson Crue
Walking with a cane caused him to receive more strange looks than he would expect. Hadn't they seen a cane before? It suddenly became even clearer the social status gap between Jax and the, as he called them, commoners. How dreary. Mr. Crue, I would advise you rest. You're useless when you're tired. There was the annoyingly wise voice in Jaxson's mind.
"Of course, Gideon, it is in our best interest," the gentleman muttered with an edge of annoyance. It seemed that only around his weapon did Jaxson have troubles controlling his temper. He couldn't decide if Gideon were to be described as a doting father or a ruthless drill sergeant. Of all attitudes a weapon could have, Jax was stuck with that of Gideon. Admittedly, the cane was rather useful in battle.
Placing the owed money onto the table, Jaxson rose from his seat and walked to the elevator of the hotel. He had requested, as it was always, a master room on the top floor. He was easily satisfied with the best of things, and found that money helped smooth most anything over.
Inside his room, there was a map that he had taped with care to a wall. On it, detailed marks were made plotting the movement of something, or rather someone. He was tracking down a Creaous, as always, though he seemed to be having difficulty with this particular prey.
Second Body
He had heard quite a bit of skepticism about his name, but he quickly blew that skepticism away with a simple 'my parents love latin'. Those words usually worked on most, but skilled monsters were able to see past his guise.
He would have blushed when she giggled, but he had learned to control himself at a young age. "My name is Latin, my parents were interested in their culture. It means Music" He didn't mention that they'd been around when the language was first being created. He nodded calmly when she pronounced his name, hoping to show that she was saying it correctly. "Yes, I am staying here, for quite while, but not with family." He winced when he said that, remembering his father. He was about to say something, but he heard Erin talk to someone behind him.
He almost turned around and attempted to kill the Akina, but he restrained himself. He felt stupid for not noticing her presence. He looked at the 'girl's head and smiled, but his eyes showed his true age for a second. He meant it as a warning, one that would have worked on most monsters. If she wasn't an Akina, she would mistake it as a trick of the light. Either way, it was better to be safe than sorry. "I'm sorry, but I don't have a lighter." His voice showed no malice, but he was simply hiding it.
"I wonder how it would be like to be immortal, then again, wishing for something like that seems foolish without preparation." He appeared to be saying this to himself silently, but he was intending for the girl to hear it. He was trying to implant the idea of thinking about making wishes before making them. Sure, he would probably be hated by the Akina, but he was of the Royal Vampire Family. "Oh, I apologize, I appear to have been distracted for a second," And he began speaking politely again, he frowned internally. "We should probably go into a shop and continue this conversation there, if I may be so bold." He directed this at both of the young ladies, not that he believed the Akina was young. Nonetheless, surely the Akina wouldn't dare make her move in a shop. And if she wasn't an Akina, he could probably get a nice meal, or a slave. Either was fine.
He had heard quite a bit of skepticism about his name, but he quickly blew that skepticism away with a simple 'my parents love latin'. Those words usually worked on most, but skilled monsters were able to see past his guise.
He would have blushed when she giggled, but he had learned to control himself at a young age. "My name is Latin, my parents were interested in their culture. It means Music" He didn't mention that they'd been around when the language was first being created. He nodded calmly when she pronounced his name, hoping to show that she was saying it correctly. "Yes, I am staying here, for quite while, but not with family." He winced when he said that, remembering his father. He was about to say something, but he heard Erin talk to someone behind him.
He almost turned around and attempted to kill the Akina, but he restrained himself. He felt stupid for not noticing her presence. He looked at the 'girl's head and smiled, but his eyes showed his true age for a second. He meant it as a warning, one that would have worked on most monsters. If she wasn't an Akina, she would mistake it as a trick of the light. Either way, it was better to be safe than sorry. "I'm sorry, but I don't have a lighter." His voice showed no malice, but he was simply hiding it.
"I wonder how it would be like to be immortal, then again, wishing for something like that seems foolish without preparation." He appeared to be saying this to himself silently, but he was intending for the girl to hear it. He was trying to implant the idea of thinking about making wishes before making them. Sure, he would probably be hated by the Akina, but he was of the Royal Vampire Family. "Oh, I apologize, I appear to have been distracted for a second," And he began speaking politely again, he frowned internally. "We should probably go into a shop and continue this conversation there, if I may be so bold." He directed this at both of the young ladies, not that he believed the Akina was young. Nonetheless, surely the Akina wouldn't dare make her move in a shop. And if she wasn't an Akina, he could probably get a nice meal, or a slave. Either was fine.
Jaxson Crue
I advise going to the address left of your ring finger. Honestly, I don't have eyes, and yet I can see what location we have to go to next better than you, insolent boy. Gideon's voice was sour, as it often was, while it instructed the Mortray. The young gentleman Jaxson glared at the cane as a response. He gripped the cane in his hand and slid the cover off of its true weapon form, a sword. Yes, there was a sword hidden within the cane. Gideon had always taken pride in his helpfulness during battle, and his form certainly did not disappoint.
Looking at the reflection of his face in the blade, Jaxson spoke. "You really do prove most useful, Gideon. What a distasteful attitude you have, old friend!" The man laughed at the sword he held. Setting the weapon back to its cane appearance, Jaxson removed the map with care from the wall. Rolling it so that it might fit inside his coat, he placed it inside a hidden pocket before exiting the room.
After checking out of the hotel entirely, Jaxson drew his cane up onto his arm and held his head high as he exited the building. He rather enjoyed walking, though not as much as flying, and began his way to the apartment building that Gideon had directed him to. This town, which he knew by the name of Craine, seemed a rather pleasant place to live, if you didn't mind people of class lower than Mr. Crue's. Jaxson walked in a straight line down the sidewalk with long strides and not a single care as to who may have to move out of his way.
There were some rather strange characters at the time of night, he and Gideon both noted. They further thought upon this as they passed a trio consisting of a tall female with pink hair who he deemed to be an Akina due to her eye color, a man with black hair who he recognized to be the prince of vampires (Jaxson kept tabs on major figures of the supernatural sort) and a mundane girl who seemed to be on the short side.
Erin Saito
Her newfound companion addressed the other young woman with just as much courtesy and politeness as he had used with Erin. She leaned forward slightly, feeling even shorter than usual, and regarding the words with curiosity. Cantus proceeded to suggest the trio move their conversation to a shop. Erin's face lit up with excitement, having forgotten almost entirely about returning home and being lost. The two people before her had a strange enticement about them.
"Can we go to a coffee shop?" Erin quickly piped in. Both her and her mother had an infatuation with coffee, though Erin preferred plain black coffee. "Maybe someone there will have a lighter!" She smiled up at the girl who had joined her and Cantus. He really was so polite, it reminded her of a refined Englishman from movies or a prince, someone like that with high class.
"Oh, I forgot to ask! Can I have your name, miss?" Erin laughed slightly at her own thoughtlessness. How could she forget to introduce herself? "My name's Erin," she held out her hand, copper rings glistening slightly in the moonlight. A leather bracelet with a small amethyst stone dangling from it swung slightly at the movement.
Jaxson Crue
Gideon had stopped Jaxson when they reached a door with the number '102' on it in the apartment building. He rolled back his shoulders before knocking on the door with his cane, which objected rather strongly to the action. He could hear what sounded like a raven or something inside.
As Ello looked into Cantus's eyes she noticed the power in them, and then she realized he was showing that power off in her direction: a warning. She just kept her sweet smile up... that is until he started dropping life-long advice to the girl in front of him. Now, Ello understood his game. He'd be working against her. She would have abandoned her prey right there and left to find another without a vampire's company, but Erin then asked her name, truly polite, and Ello thought she was almost irresistible. A girl with those sorts of kind-hearted manners had to be dealing with hardships at home, which made her a wonderful, adorable target. But then Erin held out her hand.
The amethyst hit her first, and she struggled against the urge to back up. Ello eyed the copper rings and thought them to be extremely ironic. Vampire and Akina guards, it was like someone had given her a heads up before either of them had even shown up. She didn't miss more than a beat, though, to respond.
"Mirina, my name is Mirina." She grinned at Erin again as she started towards the coffee shop, leading the group. "I'm sorry, I would shake your hand, but I had an accident a few years ago..." Ello sighed, showing off her black bandaged hands. They seemed normal enough, but in a couple places seemed too thin, presumably from surgery. "I can use them for small tasks, but shaking hands? Not so much. It's very nice to meet you though."
Ello always tried to keep the conversation light hearted and polite as she explained her disability. She loved it, honestly. Who in their right mind would be scared of a girl with disfigured hands. "And you're name is Cantus, right? Latin. You'd have to have an old soul with a name like that." She smiled. Ello said it like an off-hand comment. Not too flirty, but conversational, letting the vampire know she would not be backing down so quickly.
The amethyst hit her first, and she struggled against the urge to back up. Ello eyed the copper rings and thought them to be extremely ironic. Vampire and Akina guards, it was like someone had given her a heads up before either of them had even shown up. She didn't miss more than a beat, though, to respond.
"Mirina, my name is Mirina." She grinned at Erin again as she started towards the coffee shop, leading the group. "I'm sorry, I would shake your hand, but I had an accident a few years ago..." Ello sighed, showing off her black bandaged hands. They seemed normal enough, but in a couple places seemed too thin, presumably from surgery. "I can use them for small tasks, but shaking hands? Not so much. It's very nice to meet you though."
Ello always tried to keep the conversation light hearted and polite as she explained her disability. She loved it, honestly. Who in their right mind would be scared of a girl with disfigured hands. "And you're name is Cantus, right? Latin. You'd have to have an old soul with a name like that." She smiled. Ello said it like an off-hand comment. Not too flirty, but conversational, letting the vampire know she would not be backing down so quickly.
Second Body
Cantus smiled when he saw Erin's face light up, but he didn't know why. Perhaps he had some human emotion in him? It wasn't very likely. After all, he had killed quite a bit of people. And to be honest, he enjoyed most of those murders. It felt good to let out his primal instincts, to let his body take control.
"A coffee shop will suffice," He said this in response to Erin's suggestion. He felt a bit weak, but he guessed that it was simply fatigue from one of his bodies. He then noticed the copper rings and had a bit of fear inside of him. Did she know about the creatures of the night? Surely she didn't, but the girl had both copper rings and Amethyst.
He smirked at the 'accident', knowing that the Akina was very likely not halted by those disfigured hands. She probably had Cursed Ones as her servants. Cantus returned his thoughts to the situation at hand. "Yes, my name is Cantus." He would have winced at the 'old soul' part, but he was better than that. "Not much older than you," He said this with a calm voice, but it would be obvious to monsters that he was mocking her.
He decided to follow the Akina towards the coffee shop, careful to not let his gaze falter. He couldn't afford to let his guard down, especially now that he knew Erin had copper.
He continued following the Akina, but he let himself fall close to Erin without causing any suspicion. "Would you mind showing me around this city? I've never actually explored it." He asked this with a soothing voice that only a vampire could have.
Cantus smiled when he saw Erin's face light up, but he didn't know why. Perhaps he had some human emotion in him? It wasn't very likely. After all, he had killed quite a bit of people. And to be honest, he enjoyed most of those murders. It felt good to let out his primal instincts, to let his body take control.
"A coffee shop will suffice," He said this in response to Erin's suggestion. He felt a bit weak, but he guessed that it was simply fatigue from one of his bodies. He then noticed the copper rings and had a bit of fear inside of him. Did she know about the creatures of the night? Surely she didn't, but the girl had both copper rings and Amethyst.
He smirked at the 'accident', knowing that the Akina was very likely not halted by those disfigured hands. She probably had Cursed Ones as her servants. Cantus returned his thoughts to the situation at hand. "Yes, my name is Cantus." He would have winced at the 'old soul' part, but he was better than that. "Not much older than you," He said this with a calm voice, but it would be obvious to monsters that he was mocking her.
He decided to follow the Akina towards the coffee shop, careful to not let his gaze falter. He couldn't afford to let his guard down, especially now that he knew Erin had copper.
He continued following the Akina, but he let himself fall close to Erin without causing any suspicion. "Would you mind showing me around this city? I've never actually explored it." He asked this with a soothing voice that only a vampire could have.
Mirina seemed to know what direction the coffee shop was in. Erin's luck must have come back to her, which was something she was pretty grateful for. Humming a quiet tune to herself, she held her hands behind her back and took in the sights of the night town. She didn't often take walks this late, so Erin took the opportunity to look around her. The familiar streets, that she somehow managed to get lost in, looked different during the night. That was probably her excuse for losing her way. Cantus fell into step with her and she smiled up at him.
That would be fun, she had decided, showing Cantus around Craine. Erin nodded her head, "That sounds fun," she said to him, "When d'you want your tour, Mr. Cantus?" He had such a lovely voice, and Erin probably wouldn't have been able to deny Cantus this small request even if she wanted to. What a nice man he was. She thought that even her mother might like him, and she disliked most everyone.
Out of curiosity, Erin decided to inquire about Cantus' temporary residence. "Are you staying at a hotel, then?" There was a nice one not too far from the plaza that Erin had always thought of as nice. Perhaps her companion was staying there.
The same welcoming wind danced gently through the streets, making Erin look up at some leaves that had gotten caught in it. The moon wasn't letting many stars shine, she noted. Drawing her attention back to walking ahead, she recognized that they were nearing the plaza, where a nice little cafe was. They'd get their coffee from there, then. The great, welcoming fountain's water sparkled with the lights that were aimed perfectly at the display. She'd always liked that fountain, and imagined that her mom would like it too if she ever ventured outside.
The bird had gotten louder, and inside he was fairly certain that he could make out a woman muttering to what seemed to be herself. Get inside already, boy! Gideon barked the order at the swordmaster.
Gideon, friend, I am, and you know me, to be a gentleman. Now, what sort of gentleman would barge into a lady's home? Answer me that, cane. Jaxson tapped his finger on the handle of his cane with annoyance. What sort of commoner doesn't answer her own door when someone knocks? It was to be expected of a creaous, he presumed. Mortrays, however, were a far more civil breed with such importance that they even resembled God's army.
Despite his description of his race, Jaxson was in actuality not religious. It was a sin to be impatient, anyway, wasn't it?
No, no he must be patient. A gentleman is always patient, and Jax Crue is a model gentleman. All that he had to do was to exterminate the vile creature muttering inside the apartment.
That would be fun, she had decided, showing Cantus around Craine. Erin nodded her head, "That sounds fun," she said to him, "When d'you want your tour, Mr. Cantus?" He had such a lovely voice, and Erin probably wouldn't have been able to deny Cantus this small request even if she wanted to. What a nice man he was. She thought that even her mother might like him, and she disliked most everyone.
Out of curiosity, Erin decided to inquire about Cantus' temporary residence. "Are you staying at a hotel, then?" There was a nice one not too far from the plaza that Erin had always thought of as nice. Perhaps her companion was staying there.
The same welcoming wind danced gently through the streets, making Erin look up at some leaves that had gotten caught in it. The moon wasn't letting many stars shine, she noted. Drawing her attention back to walking ahead, she recognized that they were nearing the plaza, where a nice little cafe was. They'd get their coffee from there, then. The great, welcoming fountain's water sparkled with the lights that were aimed perfectly at the display. She'd always liked that fountain, and imagined that her mom would like it too if she ever ventured outside.
Jaxson Crue
The bird had gotten louder, and inside he was fairly certain that he could make out a woman muttering to what seemed to be herself. Get inside already, boy! Gideon barked the order at the swordmaster.
Gideon, friend, I am, and you know me, to be a gentleman. Now, what sort of gentleman would barge into a lady's home? Answer me that, cane. Jaxson tapped his finger on the handle of his cane with annoyance. What sort of commoner doesn't answer her own door when someone knocks? It was to be expected of a creaous, he presumed. Mortrays, however, were a far more civil breed with such importance that they even resembled God's army.
Despite his description of his race, Jaxson was in actuality not religious. It was a sin to be impatient, anyway, wasn't it?
No, no he must be patient. A gentleman is always patient, and Jax Crue is a model gentleman. All that he had to do was to exterminate the vile creature muttering inside the apartment.
Ba dum, ba dum, ba dum. Went the beat of the man's heart who the blond-haired female held against her. She stood behind one of the shops, luckily for her, no one was around as her teeth sank into his fragile flesh. The man gasped, his muscles tightening, but her telekinesis was restraining any other movement. Her eyes glowed a faint red as she drank the man's life away, her pale hands gripping his shirt tightly. After a few minutes, she dropped him, his life remaining intact. "Thank you," she whispered in his ear as he lay unconscious on the ground.
She'd drank just enough to sustain her until her next dosage of gold, but for now she needed something to get the burned flesh taste out of her mouth. With that thought in mind, the girl rounded the corner and slipped through the door of the closest shop she could find, happily discovering that it was a coffee house. Without any hesitation, she sauntered up to the counter to order. The teenage male who was working the cash register gave her a flirtatious smile as he asked for her order. "I'd like a chocolate chip frappuccino, if you please." Her voice was sweet as sugar, and she watched as the boy before her gulped as if he'd never seen a woman before. When he rang up her total she handed him the cash and he gave her a number, telling her to wait at one of the tables so she would be more comfortable.
She nodded her thanks, walking to one of the booths in the corner. She sat down on the end of the seat crossing one leg over the other, closing her eyes for a few minutes.
She'd drank just enough to sustain her until her next dosage of gold, but for now she needed something to get the burned flesh taste out of her mouth. With that thought in mind, the girl rounded the corner and slipped through the door of the closest shop she could find, happily discovering that it was a coffee house. Without any hesitation, she sauntered up to the counter to order. The teenage male who was working the cash register gave her a flirtatious smile as he asked for her order. "I'd like a chocolate chip frappuccino, if you please." Her voice was sweet as sugar, and she watched as the boy before her gulped as if he'd never seen a woman before. When he rang up her total she handed him the cash and he gave her a number, telling her to wait at one of the tables so she would be more comfortable.
She nodded her thanks, walking to one of the booths in the corner. She sat down on the end of the seat crossing one leg over the other, closing her eyes for a few minutes.
It really wasn't all that difficult to see that he was a wolf. He had ears on top of his head after all, and they twitched erratically when the wind blew, drawing a bit to much attention. But easy as it was to tell he was a wolf, he smelled.. odd. But he was an odd person, so that was perfectly normal. His own nose was equally sensitive, and he determined this man in black to also be a wolf.
"Um, yes... Do you happen to know the way back into town? Soul seems to have gotten lost..." His voice trailed off, not wanting to say "again". He also seemed to have referred to himself in the third person, like a child might. Well, he did look a little young, but not that young, maybe 16.
"Oh, Soul's name is Soul. Nice to meet you mister!" He extended hand, still grinning like a fool.
"Um, yes... Do you happen to know the way back into town? Soul seems to have gotten lost..." His voice trailed off, not wanting to say "again". He also seemed to have referred to himself in the third person, like a child might. Well, he did look a little young, but not that young, maybe 16.
"Oh, Soul's name is Soul. Nice to meet you mister!" He extended hand, still grinning like a fool.
'Oh great. A cub. Just my luck.' Seph thought to himself as he scratched his head. "Listen kid, don't you have a pack or something. Also, your a wolf you should use your nose, not your eyes, to find where you need to go. Geez." Seph wasn't the type to hang around kids, but he didn't feel like leaving the cub alone either. It may have been something in the air, but it would definitely be dangerous. The moon was shining in the sky however, so the wolves should have been at their peak, but something was off. 'Was this kid stuck mid transformation or something?'
Shaking the thought from his mind, he sighed and stuck his hands in his pockets, continuing his walk towards town. "I'm not from here but, if you want to, you can tag along with me." It maybe it was the fact that he was a nice guy or the fact that wolves don't like to be alone, but whatever it was, he was okay with the one called Soul traveling with him. "My name is Seph by the way." He said as he kept walking.
Shaking the thought from his mind, he sighed and stuck his hands in his pockets, continuing his walk towards town. "I'm not from here but, if you want to, you can tag along with me." It maybe it was the fact that he was a nice guy or the fact that wolves don't like to be alone, but whatever it was, he was okay with the one called Soul traveling with him. "My name is Seph by the way." He said as he kept walking.
His ears perked up and he grinned wider somehow. If he kept it up his head would split in half. "Seph. It's nice to meet yo-" He frowned as he started walking, but shrugged and walked a step to his left, matching his pace. "Soul doesn't have a pack. At least, he doesn't remember having one." He frowned again looking up at the sky and scratching his chin with his index claw."If Soul did, they must not be very nice, since they haven't tried to find Soul. Maybe they gave up?" He tilted his head. He didn't really seem to be addressing Seph directly, just voicing his thoughts aloud. It helped him think if he talked about it. "It's been seven years, so Soul doubts he'd find them now, if they ever exsisted." He looked down at his feet, missing a step at his next thought, which was also voiced. "If I exsisted." He shook his head and kept walking. Of course he exsisted, what kind of nonsense was he thinking? Still, the thought troubled him.
"How far is it to town do you think?" He was addressing Seph now that his train of thought had passed. He took a whiff of the air. "It smells close, but the wind is blowing this way, so it's tough to judge how far without knowing the wind speed." Not a cub, it seemed. He was smart enough when his brain let him be. His mind was rude like that.
"How far is it to town do you think?" He was addressing Seph now that his train of thought had passed. He took a whiff of the air. "It smells close, but the wind is blowing this way, so it's tough to judge how far without knowing the wind speed." Not a cub, it seemed. He was smart enough when his brain let him be. His mind was rude like that.
"Of course you exist. Idiot." Seph said smacking his hand on top of Soul's head and petting him a little. He reminded him a little of his brother. "Use your ears if your nose is being blocked. You should hear it." By it, Seph was talking about the small drum beats coming from afar. The closer they were the louder the beat became. "You hear that thumping? It's a heart. Allot of hearts to be precise." Apparently people were night owls in the town they were coming upon. He stared off into the distance as he could see a couple of buildings and an alley way. "Well see. It wasn't that much of a walk from where we were at. The smells you were smelling were probably coming from the other side of town." Seph figured. This part of town was pretty dead but, being closer to the town made it easier to confirm the smell he picked up earlier. He let out a light growl in his throat.
By the time they arrived in town, he smelled it as well. His ears lay back and his hackles rose, eyes narrowing. He didn't know what it was, but he didn't like it. Not one bit. He refrained from growling and put a hand on Seph's arm, signaling him to do the same. Growling would just alert them, and that would give them the advantage. "Act natural. I trust you won't do anything stupid, will you?" He whispered. He maintained his pace, ears rotating, trying to locate the source. Now that he could smell it, he could hear it. His brain was co-operating, and he made a quick calculation, allowing for the wind. "West by North-west, about half a mile. Don't know what it is though."
Blood. Vampire. Coffee? Those were the main smells Seph was focusing on. He wasn't trying to focus on the coffee, but it just came with the other two scents. As the wolf put his hands on on Seph's shoulder he turned around in a glare. "Blood plus vampire equals stupid. It's the full moon so we should be alright. I don't plan on trying to kill the thing anyway. Just run it out of town." He said as he followed his nose harder. He kept going until he approached a building. 'Who drinks coffee this late he thought.' As he went towards the door to open it, he turned back to Soul and said, "If things get dangerous, transform." With that he went inside.
The place was sure lively for the night. There were all sorts of different smells. He had to come to a realization. In this town, people and the supernatural, as some call it, lived hand in hand. Whether they were on good terms or not still remained to be seen. He spotted her. He could smell the blood coming from her like it was the stench of rotting flesh in the air. Not only that, he could smell what she was. A vampire. He had a run in with one or two in his past. Good fighters they were. Fast, strong and smart. He never managed to kill one though. Then again, he wasn't the type to try to kill someone he had a problem with. He walked up to her gazing at her face. Like all vampires she had a sense of death to her being. It was almost like looking at a beautiful corpse. If she wasn't breathing it would have seemed like she was dead with her eyes shut the way they were. 'Honestly, who closes their eyes in a public place. Is she sleeping?' "Hey you." He said, "What are you doing in this town and why do you smell the way you do?" He said taking a seat and leaning in close to her not to draw attention. "I'm just a little curious is all." He said. His voice and facial expression hiding the fact that he actually was curious. What was with this strange place that he had seemed to travel too? Why did his nose guide him here?
The place was sure lively for the night. There were all sorts of different smells. He had to come to a realization. In this town, people and the supernatural, as some call it, lived hand in hand. Whether they were on good terms or not still remained to be seen. He spotted her. He could smell the blood coming from her like it was the stench of rotting flesh in the air. Not only that, he could smell what she was. A vampire. He had a run in with one or two in his past. Good fighters they were. Fast, strong and smart. He never managed to kill one though. Then again, he wasn't the type to try to kill someone he had a problem with. He walked up to her gazing at her face. Like all vampires she had a sense of death to her being. It was almost like looking at a beautiful corpse. If she wasn't breathing it would have seemed like she was dead with her eyes shut the way they were. 'Honestly, who closes their eyes in a public place. Is she sleeping?' "Hey you." He said, "What are you doing in this town and why do you smell the way you do?" He said taking a seat and leaning in close to her not to draw attention. "I'm just a little curious is all." He said. His voice and facial expression hiding the fact that he actually was curious. What was with this strange place that he had seemed to travel too? Why did his nose guide him here?
He did his best to remain calm. He'd never met a vampire before, but the smell made his blood boil. This strangely beautiful half dead thing mixed his emotions like a bad cocktail. He sat down next to Seph at the table, ears laid flat against his head. He could kill this thing if he had too, but that would be messy, and he'd likely be killed in the process. At best, Seph could get away and every human in the room would be dead or worse. There was nothing for it though. If they didn't deal with this problem now, it would only come back to bite them. Well, he was stuck with Seph's decision, though he was pretty sure talking so brazenly to a vampire qualified as stupid.
"That's a bit rude. At least introduce yourself." He ordered them coffee, a scone for himself. He had quite a sweet tooth, and he hadn't eaten in the past eight hours. "I'm Soul." He managed a smile despite the circumstances. "Pleasure to meet you, I hope."
"That's a bit rude. At least introduce yourself." He ordered them coffee, a scone for himself. He had quite a sweet tooth, and he hadn't eaten in the past eight hours. "I'm Soul." He managed a smile despite the circumstances. "Pleasure to meet you, I hope."
Third Body
Cantus stopped running across the rooftops towards the vampire mansion, the one his first body was in, and decided to investigate the cafe he would soon be going to in his other body. He ran with a slight tiredness, but his body wasn't actually affected. It was just his mind.
He felt lucky that he multiple bodies to use on different tasks.
He continued running, eventually ending up behind the cafe and at the back entrance. It took him approximately three minutes to arrive, not having left very far. He couldn't risk there being multiple monsters. He grabbed a contact lenses and put them on his eyes, turning them a brown color. He turned his jacket inside out, changing the color and design by quite a bit. He had prepared for situations like this quite a bit, seeing as it was inevitable that he would be faced with this sort of thing.
He slacked his normal posture and began looking more casual in his third body, not wanting people to recognize him. If he could make it out in time to not be seen, then that was perfect. Now that he thought about it, he didn't know if this was the same one his other body was going to. He sighed and decided to go in anyways, not like it could hurt him, too badly.
He picked the door's lock and walked in calmly, not arousing any suspicion. Power still rolled off of him, but he couldn't exactly control that. He scanned the area, not noticing anything particular except for a.... wolf-eared human? He facepalmed, a thing he had learned about from the internet. He could feel the presence of the monsters as soon as he walked in, which made the wolf-ears more obvious to him.
He went to get a coffee, not that he needed to. He ordered it and was told to sit down somewhere. This angered him, but he decided to bear through it. He paid in a hundred dollar bill, forgetting that most humans didn't have the amount of money he did. He noticed his mistake too late, and cursed at himself internally.
He thought about what he was doing. He was a vampire, and drinking this would be of no harm or use to him, other than possibly burning his mouth. And then he thought about what he was really doing. Was he really risking his secrecy for another vampire? He shook his head and smiled. Yes, he was risking one of his bodies and secrecy for another vampire. He wouldn't let a vampire die under his watch. He was prince of the night, a thing that humans feared in their nightmares. He knew that his presence was obvious, after all, the prince of Vampires couldn't go unnoticed. He smirked, wondering what the werewolves and the female vampire would do. He had no qualms with killing the humans in the coffee shop if needed, or two werewolves who couldn't respect their boundaries.
He sat down in a different booth than the other vampire, but he was still close enough for his presence to be obvious. He waited for something interesting to happen, hopefully something not violent. He didn't want to risk figuring out what happened when one of his bodies died. He pulled out his phone and ended up texting his first body back and forth. It was almost as entertaining as playing chess with himself. He was still however, paying attention to the other three "monsters".
Cantus stopped running across the rooftops towards the vampire mansion, the one his first body was in, and decided to investigate the cafe he would soon be going to in his other body. He ran with a slight tiredness, but his body wasn't actually affected. It was just his mind.
He felt lucky that he multiple bodies to use on different tasks.
He continued running, eventually ending up behind the cafe and at the back entrance. It took him approximately three minutes to arrive, not having left very far. He couldn't risk there being multiple monsters. He grabbed a contact lenses and put them on his eyes, turning them a brown color. He turned his jacket inside out, changing the color and design by quite a bit. He had prepared for situations like this quite a bit, seeing as it was inevitable that he would be faced with this sort of thing.
He slacked his normal posture and began looking more casual in his third body, not wanting people to recognize him. If he could make it out in time to not be seen, then that was perfect. Now that he thought about it, he didn't know if this was the same one his other body was going to. He sighed and decided to go in anyways, not like it could hurt him, too badly.
He picked the door's lock and walked in calmly, not arousing any suspicion. Power still rolled off of him, but he couldn't exactly control that. He scanned the area, not noticing anything particular except for a.... wolf-eared human? He facepalmed, a thing he had learned about from the internet. He could feel the presence of the monsters as soon as he walked in, which made the wolf-ears more obvious to him.
He went to get a coffee, not that he needed to. He ordered it and was told to sit down somewhere. This angered him, but he decided to bear through it. He paid in a hundred dollar bill, forgetting that most humans didn't have the amount of money he did. He noticed his mistake too late, and cursed at himself internally.
He thought about what he was doing. He was a vampire, and drinking this would be of no harm or use to him, other than possibly burning his mouth. And then he thought about what he was really doing. Was he really risking his secrecy for another vampire? He shook his head and smiled. Yes, he was risking one of his bodies and secrecy for another vampire. He wouldn't let a vampire die under his watch. He was prince of the night, a thing that humans feared in their nightmares. He knew that his presence was obvious, after all, the prince of Vampires couldn't go unnoticed. He smirked, wondering what the werewolves and the female vampire would do. He had no qualms with killing the humans in the coffee shop if needed, or two werewolves who couldn't respect their boundaries.
He sat down in a different booth than the other vampire, but he was still close enough for his presence to be obvious. He waited for something interesting to happen, hopefully something not violent. He didn't want to risk figuring out what happened when one of his bodies died. He pulled out his phone and ended up texting his first body back and forth. It was almost as entertaining as playing chess with himself. He was still however, paying attention to the other three "monsters".
The scent of coffee drowned out anything else the girl could smell, but she didn't mind. With her eyes closed, her ears attuned to the sounds of everything inside the cafe. Her drink sure was taking a long time, but her mind quickly wandered away from that when the door opened and a strange scent overtook the coffee in the air. Dogs. More specifically Werewolves. She fought the urge to wrinkle her nose as she heard footsteps closing in on her booth. When she heard one of them speak, she opened one of her eyes. Oh, great, there were two. Her crimson eye flicked between the two, falling on the one with the strange ears poking out from his skull. What was wrong with him? Why did he think it was okay to go out in public like that? When the one directly in front of her began to speak, her gaze returned to him and she opened both of her eyes. Slowly, a smile graced her lips, and she leaned forward resting her elbows on the table and then her chin on folded hands. "I'm sorry, but my name is Syra and I'd prefer you address me by it," Her voice was calm, holding nothing but the sweetness of being polite.
"As for why I'm here," she paused, tossing her head a little to get some stray strands of hair from her face. "I live here."
Absently hearing her number, the Vampire rose from the table walking over to the counter. She quickly grabbed the drink, flashing the cashier a warm smile before returning to the table where the beasts still sat. After taking a small sip from the frappucino, a delighted smile came to her lips. She loved chocolate. For a few seconds she was absorbed in the drink, but then looked up at the strangely-eared wolf. She smiled graciously for his manners, but accidentally flashed her fangs in the process. Not realizing what had happened, she continued on as per her usual behavior, her crimson eyes falling back on the first wolf.
"If I may, what brings you to my town of all places? It's pretty small, not that great of a hunting place, not to mention is pretty much oozing hunters." Her voice was soft, the grin on her face more of a warning about the threat of hunters to someone as young as the man in front of her. That was when she sensed it. The immense power that seemed to suffocate everything else in the room. Her eyes widened and flickered around the room carefully until they found the source. A man who had just entered the coffee shop.
She could tell from where she was that he was indeed one of her own kind, a powerful one at that. It couldn't be... There was no way. He couldn't possibly be here... No. It wasn't possible. She watched the man as he sat in a booth not too close, but not too far from where she was. Shaking her head, she looked back at the wolves in front of her, there was no way that was one of the princes of the Vampire Royal Family. Not in this little pinprick on the map. Not in Craine.
"As for why I'm here," she paused, tossing her head a little to get some stray strands of hair from her face. "I live here."
Absently hearing her number, the Vampire rose from the table walking over to the counter. She quickly grabbed the drink, flashing the cashier a warm smile before returning to the table where the beasts still sat. After taking a small sip from the frappucino, a delighted smile came to her lips. She loved chocolate. For a few seconds she was absorbed in the drink, but then looked up at the strangely-eared wolf. She smiled graciously for his manners, but accidentally flashed her fangs in the process. Not realizing what had happened, she continued on as per her usual behavior, her crimson eyes falling back on the first wolf.
"If I may, what brings you to my town of all places? It's pretty small, not that great of a hunting place, not to mention is pretty much oozing hunters." Her voice was soft, the grin on her face more of a warning about the threat of hunters to someone as young as the man in front of her. That was when she sensed it. The immense power that seemed to suffocate everything else in the room. Her eyes widened and flickered around the room carefully until they found the source. A man who had just entered the coffee shop.
She could tell from where she was that he was indeed one of her own kind, a powerful one at that. It couldn't be... There was no way. He couldn't possibly be here... No. It wasn't possible. She watched the man as he sat in a booth not too close, but not too far from where she was. Shaking her head, she looked back at the wolves in front of her, there was no way that was one of the princes of the Vampire Royal Family. Not in this little pinprick on the map. Not in Craine.
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