Living Life Dead

Subject: Living Life Dead Mon May 16, 2011 5:14 pm

It was October in New Orleans, much colder than she had remembered: of course, most things were different than she had remembered. She stepped off the bus and looked around wearily, the air hung heavy with the stink of death, if was nothing a mortal could smell, nothing, perhaps, even the vampyres that dwelled here for centuries could smell. She could smell it though: abundant decaying flesh: dead bodies yet to be disposed of. She frowned a little as she walked down the coble stone road. There was to be a meeting today, the high council of the elder race of supernatural's were to be held beneath the stony surface of these human's dwellings, unbeknownst to many here: how naive humans were.

It was funny, really, how she mocked the majority of the earths population seeing that only a millennia and a half ago she was one of them. Yes, but...

A few young men were following her. She was a pretty little thing: the only thing anyone had ever said out of the way to her was that she was cold (in laying with a man) and her skin was an off color, the color of death, of course, graying a bit, so pale that it seemed unnatural. She knew just by their movements, the pick up of a third young man following her, that she would be mugged. It was good for her she brought her gun. She slowly slipped it out of her purse and pointed it at the three men.

"Problem Gentlemen?" Her hair was a dredgy color, murky like filthy water, a harshly tinted blonde color, long, wavy. Her eyes were also an off blue, too light for humans to comprehend safely: nearly white, pupils askew, tinted by the blue-white frost. She looked different. She looked dead. There was no doubt about it. She had to often find a location to stay in for 80 or so years, confide in a family to take care of her deities, pay her bills, do her shopping. Then she would have to fake her own death, drive off a cliff, something where her body could not be found to be opened, to be removed of her organs, to be sewn up. It was a solitary life being a zombie, being riddled by a continuous disease, to be cursed with reanimation forever. The only reprieve she'd receive is by feasting on flesh, drinking of blood, munching on brains. Yes, the age old tradition, zombies eating brains, it is true; it wasn't so much the organ itself was just something to be eaten, it revitalized their circuitry (zombie circuitry), made them look youthful again. It was apparent now to these three hoodlums that she hadn't eaten in a while. There were always stories of Vampyres rolling around New Orleans thanks to that awful Rice woman, and now... the fear in their eyes... read to her that they believed her to be an otherworlder, a half-dead when actually she was a whole dead. She smiled at the three of them.

"Which one of you is to die first?" she questioned. She was wearing a very pretty frock, fitting her slight curves. When she had died she died a young woman, barely 17, her own husband had killed her: gave her to a vampyre whom he loved very deeply, allowed that vampyre to do experiments on her... she was the product of a scientific mistake... hilarious... She glanced at the taller of the three boys, a handsome lad with long dark hair, she pointed the barrel of her gun at him.

"You... you're the leader of this group... tell your boys to run and I'll deal with you one on one."

That's when he stepped out of the shadows, from her right. He was someone whom she had seen before and she lowered her gun slowly as the three boys ran away.

"You made me lose my dinner..." she sighed, lowering her weapon even further. It would have been delicious to have their brains seasoned with a touch of gunpowder, the way things used to be seasoned... She turned to look him over.

"I suppose you're my escort?"

Subject: Re: Living Life Dead Mon May 16, 2011 6:56 pm

He wakes early, not that he really sleeps being what he is, the day of the Council meeting. He brushes out his long white blond hair as he looks into the mirror his piercing green eyes staring back at him. His mortal mothers eyes. He inherited a lot from her, from his tall stature to his beautiful features for that is what he was, beautiful, no other word could truly describe him. His flawless skin pale as porcelain without any of the hardness seen in male features. In any crowd he drew looks from both sexes and even among his fathers kind he was considered quite the prize yet even now he has not ever taken a partner truly. Oh he’s dallied with women before yet never has it truly been serious. He ties his hair at the nape of his neck with a black ribbon donning his favorite white silk shirt and black pants he steps outside his hair caught by a gust of wind. He knows with what’s coming tonight he must feed, and not just his mortal side. Of course he knows exactly where to go to sate the red thirst, in a city like New Orleans you didn’t have far to look for a vampire junkie most need little or no glamour to offer themselves to you either.

He wanders round the city reveling in the contrast between the day life and the darker night life of this city. It never ceases to amaze him how such a city can exist as though it was two worlds in the same space. The world of light seen by those who embrace the daylight hours and the world of darkness by those who live by the moon. Of course there were those, even among mortals, who straddled both worlds who got to see both faces of this city. He heads to his favorite hunting ground even in daylight hours. The backstreets behind the great market. Those alleys that riddled the city like a rats maze where any who wish not to be found can explore with ease, yes that is where he will find a way to feed himself.

The light fades a little as he heads further back blocked by tall buildings. Up ahead he hears a woman’s scream. He thinks about turning around just walking the other way. In a city like this on a day like today its probably more trouble than he wants to get himself involved with. He begins to turn when he hears the scream again. “damn it” he curses running to the source of the disturbance. His impeccable hearing leading him quickly onwards to where he knows the chaos is happening. As he rounds the last corner he curses more to himself as he gazes upon the scene in front of him.

The figure stands there face obscured by the hood of his black robe the woman tied at his feet blood stemming from two wounds on her wrists the figure raises the knife again ready to strike the final blow of the ritual. “stop right there Mage” he says “you know the treaty no sacrifices within the city limit.”

“and who are you to stop me pretty boy” asks the mage turning to face his confronter.

“my name is Alrik, son of Vandell” he says knowing that his name alone should give the mage cause to pause

“so the Damphear brat presumes to tell me the dark sorcerer Gathen what to do?” he asks

“Surrender now and be judged by the Council or resist and face my own justice, and believe me I’d prefer it if you resisted” smiles Alrik darkly, he’s never harbored much love for blood sorcerers

“so be it” says Gathen throwing a fireball at Alrik “I guess I’ll just have to destroy you first boy”

“such low level magick cannot hit me” says Alrik sidestepping it with ease before appearing behind him “so I take it this means you want to resist?”

Gathen throws a kick back spinning round in an attempt to fire off another spell, before he can even begin focusing though Alrik grabs his arms pinning them to his side with a vice like grip. “not so powerful when your restrained are you mage. Make you’re peace now though for its time you said goodbye to this world.” says Alrik lowering his head to the mages neck his fangs easily piercing Gathen’s neck. Once finished he tosses the body aside returning to the wounded girl. He sees the fear in her eyes but also he sees that she is not long for this world. He knows the best thing to do would be to end it for her quickly yet he finds his body moving of its own accord. He lowers himself to her wound taking her closer to the edge of death before tearing open his own wrist. He presses it to her throat not knowing if its even possible for one like him to do what he’s attempting to do. “if you want to live suck hard girl” he whispers wondering why he would do something so risky. Quickly he feels the sucking on his skin and he feels something else too something he cant explain. Once she’s had enough he pulls his wrist away. He hurries over to the body of Gathen and incinerates it with a small spell of his own before rushing back and gathering her up. He carries her carefully from the ally making sure to hide her wounds as best he can.

Back at his house he thanks his lucky star that no one questioned why he was carrying such a beautiful woman. He lays her down in a jet black room that he has prepared at all times incase another of his brethren needs a safe house after being caught out too close to dawn. He knows his has to wait until sundown to find out if his gamble paid off and he wonders what the ramifications of what he has done will be if it is successful. As he waits he settles down with a favorite book of his from his extensive library of books. Lost as he is in the world of the book the time seems to pass in a fraction of the time it would normally have and he is stirred from his relaxation by a rapping at the door. Rising he quickly opens it to be greeted by Alcione, messenger of the council of elders, who smiles at him. “Ah Alcione to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit this evening? Would you like to come in for a drink?” he asks politely yet not moving aside to show that while he will offer he has little interest in allowing her inside.

“I’m afraid I cant such a shame really I just came to deliver a message tonight. You are to pick up Cedany and escort her to the council meeting” says Alcione

“you want me to pick HER up again wonderful” he says rolling his eyes “never anything but trouble when she comes”

“that’s why its YOUR job to make sure she doesn’t cause any trouble” says Alcione “now I really must leave” she turns to head off again message delivered. She turns quickly “oh by the way if she hasn’t eaten its ok we have a Mutt awaiting execution that she’s welcome to.” she adds before leaving quickly. Its been cold between them for a while now though both of them have really forgotten why.

Closing the door he heads to the room where he left the girl. When he enters the room she flies at him swinging for his head “what did you do to me you bastard!” she demands

“I saved your life that’s what I did.” says Alrik calmly

“wait you’re not… what the hell happened to me?” she asks confused

“you were at deaths door and I turned you” he explains “though I didn’t really know if I could or not so it was a gamble. You see I’m a Damphear and I believe at least that you are now a vampire though… you could be something else entirely I’m not sure”

“so what does that mean for me?” she asks taking it a lot better than he thought she would

“well you cant go home and in a few days you’ll, probably, start craving blood once the last of your human blood is spent. Also I’d avoid sunlight if I were you… though you might not have to… but I wouldn’t risk it unless you had to you know?” he smiles quite goodnaturedly “what’s your name anyway?”

“my name is Katrina but everyone pretty much calls me Kat” says Katrina

“and I am Alrik” he says “now I don’t have much in the way of feminine clothes however I do have something that an old friend left here that might fit you if you will wait one moment” he rushes off to one of the other bedrooms to retrieve a beautiful jet black gown which he brings back to her. “please try this on it should fit and then we have to leave tonight is an extremely important night.”

“why?” she asks curiously

“Tonight is a meeting of the Council that governs supernatural affairs in this country and I’m expected to attend and so, in a way, are you now.” he explains stepping outside to give her room to change. She does so quickly stepping out to reveal that the dress indeed fits rather well accentuating her positive contours while negating any of her negative ones, the black of the dress complimenting her dark hair and chestnut eyes. “shall we leave then?” she asks.

“indeed we shall there is just one thing first. We need to meet Cedany and be her official escort.” he says

“what is she?” asks Kat smiling

“she’s a Zombie” he says “and before you jump to conclusions no she’s nothing like the zombies in night of the living dead or anything like that.”

“oh that’s good then” laughs Kat.

They travel quickly to around where she is. As they arrive, after taking the back alleys, they are just in time to see her confronting three youths with a gun. He tells Kat to wait there before stepping out of the shadows. She lowers her gun as she notices him emerge.

"You made me lose my dinner..." she sighed, lowering her weapon even further. It would have been delicious to have their brains seasoned with a touch of gunpowder, the way things used to be seasoned... She turned to look him over.

"I suppose you're my escort?"

“yes I am. I see you’re looking as youthful as ever. And we have something special arranged for you.” he smiles at her.

Subject: Re: Living Life Dead Mon May 16, 2011 7:47 pm

She sighed dramatically and shook her head.

"Last time you offered me something 'special'," she begins, hand quoting the "special". "I ended up with some half-dead faggot with AIDS.... just because I have an incurable disease doesn't mean you should constantly feed me them."

She glanced at the shadows where Alric's protégé stands.

"Is that your meal for the night," she nods at the girl, she has exceptional sight for someone as dead and as old as she. "She's pretty, would be a shame to waste her.... we could share her? You could drink her and I could eat her organs...."

She smiled flirtily at Alric and giggled a little. They didn't have a history per-say, there was always that unmentioned 'I think you're adorable for an [insert supernatural race here]' but for some reason they never pursued their little crushes. It probably had something to do with the hierarchy of the otherworlders... Zombies were a lot lower than Muts, which... of course to any walking vampyre or vampyre spawn meant they were perhaps lower than the amoebas that live on the bottom of the ocean floor. In fact, they were so low that they had no bloody place on the council, and that was saying something: even the muts and fae eventually got seats on the council, true, there were not many, but all the same at least they were represented. Consequently, she was there tonight to plea for the five-hundredth time if she could represent her people so that they did not have to live awful reclusive lives. It was a long shot... of course... but... she still did it year after year.

Subject: Re: Living Life Dead Mon May 16, 2011 8:23 pm

“actually” he says beckoning her forward “she’s my protégé”

“you turned someone?!?” she asks incredulously her eyes going wide

“yes I did and you might want to close your eyes a little before one falls out” he laughs “Cedany meet Kat, Kat this is Cedany the zombie”

Kat holds out her hand politely “pleasure to meet you just not to be meat for you’ she laughs clearly having a fine sense of humor

“when you ladies are ready the council awaits” he smiles “and the something special… it’s a Mutt that was sentenced to execution.”

Subject: Re: Living Life Dead Mon May 16, 2011 8:51 pm

Thinking he's being serious she blinks twice and pokes at both of her closed eyelids to ensure that her balls are in their respective sockets.

"Fuck you," she mutters at him before turning to his protégé. She giggles at her statement and shakes her head playfully. "you're almost as funny as Alric is," she grins. "well... good to know that he's managed to snag a funny new member of the group... just please don't laugh at me when I make my speech tonight." her eyes fall from the pretty ladies to his.

"Anyway... are protégés allowed at meetings? I mean I have to offer an arm and a leg to get permission in that damn thing," she mutters, glancing over the girl again. "And hang on, if you're a halfie, what does that make her? A quartery?"

Subject: Re: Living Life Dead Mon May 16, 2011 8:59 pm

“why would I laugh?” she asks honestly following Alrik

“and I have absolutely no idea if protégé’s are aloud or not but considering she’s a special case I would assume so I mean you’ve been round a while have you ever heard of one such as me being able to turn another? And to answer your question I have no idea at all what that makes her… or if she has the same weaknesses as a full blood” he says smiling a little leading the way. “so how was your year anyway?” he glances behind him when he asks.

Subject: Re: Living Life Dead Wed May 18, 2011 11:51 am

"Oh good, she hasn't been soiled by the vampyre way of thinking yet... thank my lucky star," she responded with a laugh, she glanced away as he spoke of his protégé and nodded even though she knew that neither of them could see her.

"My house caught on fire," she said, biting the conversational starter. "Twice, actually, it was horrible... my idiot humans haven't the sense to not cook on an old gas stove. I told them a multitude of times to buy a new one but..." she shook her head. "Then there was the flooding.... Kansas is not the most ideal place to hide anyway, because of the stupid tornadoes but..." she shook her head again.

"How about your year? Cooshie, cooshie I trust?" She giggled, teasing him about his exuberant amount of wealth. "What time is this god awful meeting anyway? I'm rather hungry..."

Subject: Re: Living Life Dead Wed May 18, 2011 1:04 pm

“and hopefully she’ll stay as open minded as me” he smiles softly.

“TWICE?!?!?!” exclaims Kat in surprise “once is bad enough but twice that’s so sad.”

“maybe if she’d ever take up my offer things like that wouldn’t happen” laughs Alrik glancing around. “and if we hurry we can get there before the meeting so you can eat first. Just don’t leave anything behind we do NOT need an undead lycan running around.”

Subject: Re: Living Life Dead Mon May 23, 2011 8:40 pm

She grunted a little at the reaction of the newly created dhampyre.

"Yeah... life as a zombie as a whole is sort of sad, you learn to deal," she laughed, glancing back at Alrik. "Your offer makes me uncomfortable, Alrik.... sort of my nature to be self sufficient..." she laughed and nodded, walking a bit faster, her mouth, closed, was salivating. "I cannot wait..." she said hungrily.

Subject: Re: Living Life Dead Mon May 23, 2011 8:45 pm

‘you could stay at my place too if ever you get sick of it” he says speeding up to lead the way

“theres something between the two of you isn’t there?” asks Kat smiling

“WHAT!!” he says his cheeks flushing a little “something between us?”

Subject: Re: Living Life Dead Mon May 23, 2011 9:04 pm

"I'll keep that in mind," she responds flirtily.

A brief silence falls over them as the protégé says something of their 'relationship' or lack there of.

"N... no.... NO! NO.... no..." she says, laughing, shaking her head, her cheeks grow flush. "Nothing between us, good friends, that's all...."

she bows her head and starts messing with her hands.

"Anyway.... male or female lycan?"

Subject: Re: Living Life Dead Mon May 23, 2011 9:07 pm

“I believe it’s a male as the females are the species are so rare that often even mutts are given more of a chance to redeem themselves before given such… final.. Punishment.” he says

“you DO like her don’t you.” jokes Kat “you’re both denying it wayyyyyyy too much but don’t worry my lips are sealed”

“like I mean err yeah as friends and ok she’s cute but yeah” he says trying to dodge the whole thing

Subject: Re: Living Life Dead Mon May 23, 2011 9:10 pm

"Damn, i was hoping..." she shrugged, then tensed up again.

"Erm... cute? what...? er... well... heh... thanks I mean... you're cute too... but... wait what?" she shook her head. "Never mind, nosey protégé... there's nothing between us, just very good nearly life-long friends. Honest to goodness."

Subject: Re: Living Life Dead Mon May 23, 2011 9:19 pm

“suuuuure you are but I’ll go with that for now” teases Kat ‘accidentally’ bumping into Cedany into Alrik.

“are you ok?” he asks catching her in his arms protectively before he could realize just what he was doing.

Subject: Re: Living Life Dead Mon May 23, 2011 9:29 pm

"F-Fine..." she said, looking up into his eyes, blushing quite a bit. "Anyway," she mumbles, clearing her throat, finding her footing and moving away from him "Your protégé isn't the most graceful of dhampires, y'know..."

Subject: Re: Living Life Dead Mon May 23, 2011 9:37 pm

“and I’m not at all sure that was a total accident” he says with a rather pointed glance at Kat

“what I’m innocent here it was a real accident honest” she says muttering under her breath ‘shudda kissed her on accident’