Glass Hearted RP (BeauteousDeathX FallenReaper)

The rain drilled down from the heavens, poured over everything without prejudiced or care. Roofs sounded with the beat of each drop, it was tiny steps from the sky. The world was darkened by night fall as a lone figure walked shamelessly into the storm. Clouds covered a moon that would have been bright and full, the building close and towered above. The man below has a stride of both confidence and death with his black coat flapping behind him. Each slap of a foot on the cobble stone path, the hands pushed deeply in his pocket, and even the popped up collar made him seem dark. There was nothing he couldn’t see or hear, the senses tuned for a sole purpose that centuries didn’t need to evolve higher. The man was in the prime of his young life, at least to the ignorant he was. Truthfully he was something more, something that would tear the world in half then bleed it dry many times over. He was Abel Garth, a vampire and predator.

Abel didn’t have to look to know his surroundings, the streets were mostly water ways for boat traffic that left his quarry with little place to go. The air was wet, moist filled every inch of his nostrils even as it dripped from his roman nose. He was a perfect specimen of the Roman heritage, barely spoiled by his Russian and Scottish blood in appearance. Those were clearer in his accent and drinking habits, especially when he was human. Now his drinking was namely larger amounts of the red liquid like a Scottish downed a keg of beer effortlessly. Returning his attention to his always empty craving, Abel moved his pace faster as his unprotected head took the water’s unforgiving rush to earth. The slight jingling came from his keys that dangled from his belt, jeans turned dark in the weather.

The vampire thanked his lucky stars that he didn’t wear leather pants because the stretch and pull combined with the much later shrinking would have even the most powerful of his race walking funny. To clear the eyes, Abel pushed his once slicked back light brown hair into place again. Piercing sea blue eyes reached into the dark for someone or anyone. He raced past building after building before he twisted his path into an alley at the last moment. The roofs close together collected rain causing it to cascade like miniature waterfalls into the street. It was difficult to keep his pace at average human and became more than embarrassing to Abel. This was not how he liked to hunt even though he struggled to push the thoughts of racing along rooftops at blinding speeds from the mind. Without a second to restrain himself, the man let out an animal like howl to drive even the heavens away.

Dana had the hood of her green windbreaker, up over her head, ducked downa little further in a futile attempt of keeping the water out of her face. She wore dark blue jeans that clung to her slender hips, a pair of white sneaker, or at least they used to be white, that sloshed with water with each step she took. Under her windbreaker was a thick brown sweater, the only real thing that was keeping her semi warm. Oh why did she decided that walking home from class was such a good thing, especially at nigt? She berated herself as she continued to plod along the watered down streets.

A gust of wind blew her hood from her head to reveal dark coppery curls that were plastered to her head, quickly she pulled the hood back over, shivering at the cold that emanated mostly from her poor soaked feet. Yep. You're an idiot, Dana, great job. You decide to WALK home from the university, in the dark, in pouring rain, she shook her head at herself again. She was in her first year of the university, just graduated from High School, and she wanted to actually experience life. For too long her parent made her do things there way. Never able to go out with her friends, never staying out late, shoot. She'd never even been allowed to date. She supposed that was the whole reason to why she decided to walk home instead of taking the bus like she should have. But why take a bus when its just a thirty minute walk from the university to her small, sparse apartment?

Dana sighed as she grabbed her sides in an attempt to keep her own body heat inside her windbreaker and sweater. Her legs and feet were soaked through, so she'd have to wait until she got home. With that in mind, she decided to try to take a shortcut. Ah, there it was, the alleyway that she'd been told of that would cut her walk in half if she took it. She turned and started walking down inside it, but just a few steps inside the alley she stopped in her tracks and tried to peer up through the edge of her hood, she'd heard a howl, what did it come from? It didn't sound like a dog, or even a cat, and where did it come from?

The rush of it all, the just pain in the ass of it made Abel act instead of think. An unbroken truth that his kind had strong emotions of either violent or lustful they were unable to be denied. The curse of his idiotic loss of control now had dire affects, especially since a form of prey made it known. Abel was born to kill, nature’s way of declining the human population so fat and lazy with its overly easy culture. Years of luxury brought only weak prey yet most of his cries drove brave man back to their houses. Daring not to lose this chance, he allowed his body to bump against the close wall. Abel knew no matter the choice in the end he would devour her life away. It was always his nature that won, the lions never laid with the lambs so neither would he.

The rain made his back slicker, beneath his coat his bare chest displayed. There was no shirt because what was the point when his body temperature was degrees lower than any warm blooded animal? Once he hit the ground, a strangled sob passed by his lips. To the world, the man looked like a broken wreck of a man lost to the unkind hand of fate. The charade was harder to keep up as his pride swelled against it. Damn it, he silent cursed himself even as another faked moan was tried and judging by the sculpture of her body covered by the windbreaker and other layers. It was easy to see her, a pretty little thing dressed to push out the cold weather while he embraced it. It looked about two to three layers, his sharp eyes drawn to the throat veins that pumped with life.

That burning hunger returned, gutted him in the belly threatened to claw its way out. Abel shifted, unfortunately his balanced messed up by the never ending water pooling under him. Yes he was a prefect hunter purely towards the humans, not when up against Mother Nature herself. In the surprise slickness of his seat Abel slipped sideways drenching himself heavily. Truly it was a funny sight to see.

Now a cold dripping vampire, Abel just wished the girl to move on. The hunger played second to his damaged smugness while the vampire propped himself up on one arm. Legs stretched out blocked the small path a farther proof of his lack of thought and quickly he pulled them back.

“Move on,” his accent was Russian, thick with masculine and authority,” Leave me to my loneness.”

He planned for her to walk away and his hunger would finally be fed, a foolish lamb in the lion’s jaws. Abel held his expression like a man who was miserable. His face held a single scar, the thick healed over wound of an old war was visible but the woman cared to see his chest than greater injuries could possibly be noted. A high metabolism made his body fit and healthy, another tool for luring in his prey. It’s unlikely a woman would like a mate with over weight problems or illness; in the animal world those genes were seen as unfit to bear decent offspring. Humans were animals and the only difference was that they believed themselves the top of the food chain. Thought made Abel grin on the outside. Luckily his fangs only extended during certain conditions leaving his teeth average.

Once Dana saw the man start coming in her direction, she froze. She wasn't sure what direction she should go, or if she should even run at all. She just stared at him, not really able to make details out. Just his height, and his clothing. He seemed as though he was in good shape, but then he slipped and fell, just as she was about to hyperventilate from fear and uncertainty, but when he feel she ended up being able to move again. Only... she didn't move on, and away, as he had asked, though she did pause for half a heartbeat to continue rushing over to him, once she was close enough, she knelt down, foolishly close, "Are you alright, sir?" she said in her soprano pitched voice, her tone, as is her expression is full of concern.

She was afraid to touch him, she didn't wish to scare him, he was certainly dressed as a homeless man, and when she saw the scars, she figured him some kind of war veteran who now apparently had a hard time holding a job down, possibly because of PTSDS. Seeing the look of misery upon his face, more compassion and empathy showed upon her face. She'd been accused of wearing her heart on her sleeve. It made her an open book for all to read at their perusal, she just hoped no one would ever take advantage of it, as well as her kindness.

“Are you alright?” she asked him again, a small hand lightly touched his shoulder, but because she truly was unsure of how he would react to another's touch, she quickly pulled her hand back. Emerald green eyes peered at him through under her hood, an escaped dark copper curl trailed limply down the front of her blazer.

Once Dana saw the man start coming in her direction, she froze. She wasn't sure what direction she should go, or if she should even run at all. She just stared at him, not really able to make details out. Just his height, and his clothing. He seemed as though he was in good shape, but then he slipped and fell, just as she was about to hyperventilate from fear and uncertainty, but when he feel she ended up being able to move again. Only... she didn't move on, and away, as he had asked, though she did pause for half a heartbeat to continue rushing over to him, once she was close enough, she knelt down, foolishly close, "Are you alright, sir?" she said in her soprano pitched voice, her tone, as is her expression is full of concern.

She was afraid to touch him, she didn't wish to scare him, he was certainly dressed as a homeless man, and when she saw the scars, she figured him some kind of war veteran who now apparently had a hard time holding a job down, possibly because of PTSDS. Seeing the look of misery upon his face, more compassion and empathy showed upon her face. She'd been accused of wearing her heart on her sleeve. It made her an open book for all to read at their perusal, she just hoped no one would ever take advantage of it, as well as her kindness.

“Are you alright?” she asked him again, a small hand lightly touched his shoulder, but because she truly was unsure of how he would react to another's touch, she quickly pulled her hand back. Emerald green eyes peered at him through under her hood, an escaped dark copper curl trailed limply down the front of her blazer.

Abel’s conflicting yet still eyes of a predator turned to her. This little lamb was playing a most interesting game; usually they ran away from him once he spoke. Unlike some, his voice wasn’t like honey but rougher than cold Russian winters with little gentleness to it. The touched almost made him jump, almost even after many years warm gestures like this caught him unaware. The yearning begged and demanded her blood yet the man was not one to let his thirst rule him. There was a difference between abandoning its needs and controlling it, Abel chose to indulge it bit by bit many times a day. It reminded him of how some people ate many small meals a day to lose weight. The only difficulty he had was when it flared up in excitement, its attempt to rule him in draining it all from his victim, a task he sometimes did when pickings were slim like recently. This was a time he fought it back.

“My girlfriend dumped me and took everything legalized by Venice law just after I got back from serving in the military. Before that, my army comrade was blown up in front of me and I ended up looking like this. My dear, I think the question should be more along the lines of: Why are you out here?” yeah Abel knew his story was thick but it was a lie meant for one of two reactions: sympathy or pure fear.

Telling the world he was a vampire often led to appalling results and though he was twice the strength of one man, a group was problematic. Rain seemed to pour its wrath heavier, little wonder after his false story. On the corners of his brain, he knew nature grew tired of dragging out his duty. Then again it was known that women knew her as the biggest bitch of them all for details Abel willingly remained a stranger to. With graceful movements, a panther on his quarry’s trail, the man stood upright. The faded blue was soaked dark from his seat as the water that had collected followed the slopped path into the nearest waterway. Years of this and Venice was now slowly sinking? The idea amused him as much as this scene: a young innocent girl finds a stranger in a lonely corner of the world. It was rather sad and produced by every movie about romance he had ever seen in one form or another. Still to him this proved to be fun that he could easily execute when the boredom set in.

“Well, I better find a place to stay. The weather continues like this and my death will come knocking soon enough.” despite the joke, his voice was rather velvet like in its speech.

“My girlfriend dumped me and took everything legalized by Venice law just after I got back from serving in the military. Before that, my army comrade was blown up in front of me and I ended up looking like this. My dear, I think the question should be more along the lines of: Why are you out here?” yeah Abel knew his story was thick but it was a lie meant for one of two reactions: sympathy or pure fear.

At his words, emerald eyes widened into discs, but not with fear. No, it was with compassion. "That's just terrible," she replied gently, as she continued to look at him, and stood up when he had. She shivered in the cold and the rain as it just poured down on and around them, she wrapped her arms around her slender waist, another futile attempt at keeping her body heat inside her clothing. She bit her bottom lip lightly as she looked around.

Hearing him about needing to find a place to stay she looked back at him, "Did you need help with that?" she asked him, "My place isn't too far from here, we can go there for now, and find you a hotel room or something?" she continued on in her soft voice, she knew it was probably not a very good idea in inviting a strange man to her home, but he needed to get out of this weather before he became horribly ill.

With that in her mind, and her questions asked, she just stands there, looking unsure, but also looking as though she were more than willing to help him if it were in her power to do so.

(sorry, couldn't find all the words for what I was wanting in that post.)

Abel chuckled, his eyes flashed darkly for a second. This little lamb was almost too easy to slaughter; thankfully the young one couldn’t read his mind. The thoughts and violence of what he could do would give her nightmares for years. Being an elderly vampire had its perks as well as down falls, experience was one of them. He bowed politely, a pose often seem in the fourteen hundreds and earlier. Respect for his next meal and a small treat for the lady or so he hoped. Then Abel held out his arm ready to whisk her to her apartment curiosity about the life he was about to take. The aroma from her flesh was intoxicating that he pulled away his coat, placed about her shoulders before she could protest.

“I was born in Russia so the winters are nothing compared to this.” His sweet words were meant to soothe, a skill he tried to perfect,” I doubt any hotel would let me, she cleaned out even our bank account before she closed it.”
The rain slowed but never stopped, urged the wayward travels to move on. Abel waited with all the patience in the world as his own scent blocked her own. This tactic didn’t kill the hunger, simply dampened it. A heavy animal like smell of male, it was designed to be attractive for most female. The vampire hoped it would work for her as well. She looked quite beautiful for human. To him it was like finding a cast away gem, a hobbit of his was finding girls who displayed nature’s glorious design. The copper curls seemed to cast her face with strength and dignity, playfulness still there. A feeling drew him back, the hunger whined once more for food. Abel had sunk his mind too deep in to her fleshy surface, his thoughts wandered dangerously.

“What is your name by the way, I believe I may have missed. If it not too
much to ask, any information about yourself?” he hoped to confuse his physical obsession with a more mental approach. When or if she took his arm, they would off and no matter the pace he was determined to keep up. It would be easy for a vampire anyways.

(It’s okay, I understand. I am trying to keep from controlling and he described Dana as he sees her.)

(No problem. I wasn't viewing that as controlling at all to be honest ^_^)

She was about to protest to him giving her his coat, but once he explained she simply nodded and stuck her arms through and gripped the lapels closed, though she was curious as to why it didn't seem to have the residual heat from his body still clinging to it. When he bowed to her, she raised an eyebrow and gave him an awkward curtsy, it seemed to be the thing to do. "Well, perhaps I could give you enough money for a room," she said softly, "I'll make you something to eat when we get inside, I.. I don't have any clothes that will fit you, and if you are abhorrent to the idea of a light green bathrobe," she started to suggest then looked at him and shook her head, "I don't think my bathrobe would cover you at all, I have plenty of blankets that you can wrap yourself in," she gave him a small smile and nodded, considering that matter settled, "I've a radiator inside that we can put your coat and uhm... pants," she blushed furiously at the idea of having a man in her home, and without pants nonetheless, she shook herself a little to get the thought out of her head, "Once your clothes are dried, and we find a decent hotel room at a decent rate, you can head out to your room," she added. She started noticing an attractive scent that seemed to soothe her all of a sudden, with a slight start she realized it was coming from his jacket.

Seeing his proffered arm, she hesitantly and shyly placed her hand at the crook of his elbow. With her free hand she tucked the dark coppery curl back under her hood and behind her ear then pointed down the alleyway, "We can cut through here and turn left, I'll just be a block away from the end of the alley," she said softly, then looked at him with her emerald eyes that were filled with nothing but compassion, innocence, and a fairly healthy dose of hesitancy on what she was offering to this man.

"My name is, Dana Killen. Not much to tell about myself," she answered him in a shrug as they started walking in the direction she pointed, her hand still on his arm, her short stature could allow her to take only short strides, but they were quick and she was fairly impressed that he matched her pace. She'd thought he was a bit too weak to keep up with her, "What is your name?" she asked him in return.

Her gentle ideas of kindness made him grin a bit over all this trouble, it went from a hotel room to a meal even sheets. Abel couldn’t help thinking about how terribly kinky that sounded and it was clear by her blush that her mind went to the road gutters too. It was an awe sound, the stumbles in her voice made it less boring for him. Often ladies faked their worth, played a classy dollar against the worthless penny they really were. For some reason this girl didn’t. Once the arm was though, off they went fitted each other perfectly. The droplets formed on his shaven chest before gravity ripped them downwards into wavering paths along the well formed muscles. The timid look drove him closer, the thought of killing her on the back of his list to do for now.

“I am Abel Garth, currently having the pleasure of a lovely young lady’s company. With all that radiance you must have a man at home or courting you,” Abel spoke, knew from her previous concern about having nothing for him to wear made it clear otherwise.

His older style of speech clashed a bit with the more modern way of language. This bothered him less and less seeing the females swooned with the style. Still he would drag this out as much as he could, her blushing bubbled a strange word of cute to his fore mind. Abel almost made a blank look when it made a re-cross over its plainness. Cute? It also brought a wonder about how in hell did he even know that word in the first place. Over many years he never once had considered it even a compliment to …to anyone. Strange that this word would come very well for her, his thoughts reminded light hearted for not.

The need never quit, it was just ignored with a better focus. Food couldn’t be consumed; it would just sit there for a few seconds till it came up again. Often people mistake a vampire who made this blunder for a bulimic human, too late to flee when their wrong is discovered. Nature ensured rules and like any other living thing those rules were meant to be followed. Liquids had slightly less harsh effects but couldn’t be digested completely; the garlic and silver only did the same damage as humans; holy water was nothing more than a wet slap in the face; and there were reflections made by all vampires at least. Spirits were another matter completely with their own set rules. Dana’s own rhythm of grace, a usual clumsy gait to others made his slow heart beat faster.

The idea of what laid beneath her clothes flashed before his eyes caused him to slightly swallow, disturbed he himself thought of it. A farther concern was that his body acted naturally to his emotions and made him curse silently. It had been a few centuries since he last lay with a woman: a female vampire with the passion and untamed spirit of the mustangs that trampled the wilderness once. Abel slightly relaxed, the desire of a male was all it was and simply put: he desired a woman’s touch.

Dana would be perfect for tonight’s play and a meal, how cute. Still it was a grand feeling to know she was completely ignorant of his intentions but then again the monster himself wasn’t set on anything. His pleasures and enjoyment came first, that was the only reason for his existence anymore because without it: life was pointless to live only for the next kill. It may have been Mother Nature’s intentions to live like that but it wasn’t his. It explained Abel Garth’s way of life as well as his feeding habits.