The Association of Vampires IC

[AthenaSyphier]

Indeed the sun was rising on their walk home, and neither of them spoke a word as the stroll tolled on. Her arm was hooked into his, and even though he was younger then her, he acted with all the chivalry in the world. He opened doors for her, always walked into the building before her, made certain lights where on, and the doors and windows bared at night. He would some times make her dinner or breakfast (depending on when they got home), and would always fall asleep after her. It seemed almost ironic to her that this boy show up the same day her father passed. Which was still unknown reasons.

The warmth of the sun brushed her cheeks, and she pulled the small veil over her eyes. With a softly yawn, then a sigh to follow, they made it to the town house before she could even ask him how his day went. Like always, he walked up the stairs before her, unlocked the door, held it open for her, and locked it behind her. She stood in the foyer and smiled as he took her coat from her shoulders and hung it on the rack for her, and let her commence with her undressing as he walked around the house to make certain they were the only ones there.

Her black gloves off, she laid them next to the the veiled hat. She looked up from the table and into the mirror, and groaned when she noticed the dark circles under her eyes. Shaking her head she walked away from the foyer and into the sitting room, where she could see Charlie in the kitchen making tea. A smile on her face, she sat down, peeled her heels off, and pulled her feet up on the couch. Her leaned back, closed her eyes and smiled softly.

"Wake me in 4 hours Charlie, no more, no less." Her voice trailed off as she hit the wall off sleep almost instantly.

Her mind took her where ever it wished for her to go, and it seemed this time, her mind took her back to the lab. She was sitting in the same chair she just left out of, looking to the monitor with Mr. Griffen plastered all over it. She could see herself smile at his picture, and the thought disturbed her. Her eyes still watched the monitor, while she heard her lab door click close, and the pad lock sliding into place. The grin on her face widen, for only one person would shut and look the door (with the knowledge that her door is always open). Tomas.

She felt his hand on her shoulders, rubbing and squeezing them gently, before thrusting the wheeled chair she was in around to face him. Like always, there was something about him that looked different in her dreams, but she could never pin point what it was.

"I was wondering if you were coming today. I figured you had better things to do with your brethren, then be bothered by me." Her Russian accent was heavy and slick with desire. Her eyes never leaving his, her body finally standing to press closely to his.

"Of course. They could never take this special time with you. Every day, and every night." His words were more like liquid silk, burning desire that flowed over her body, making her waist act out uncontrollably. Her laughter was sweet.

"Why must we keep this a secret? Why can't they know? Obviously, you and I are with our rights, are we not?" She tilted her head to look him in the eyes, wondering how long they would have to play this silly game.

"We are, however, the time is not right." He pressed a kiss softly to her lips, making her fall into his arms as her knees gave out on her. With ease as if she weighted nothing more then a feather, he lifted her and carried her over to one of the tables and laid her upon it. A gasps struck out of her lips, her smile the more wilder. He leaned over her, his body tightly to hers, their lips dancing together, his hand-

With a gasp she jerked up out of the couch, staring at her toes that curled under the blanket Charlie must have draped over her. She looked at the time, and couldn't help but chuckle. 'Four hours, no more, no less.' Her own words repeated into her mind. Shaking her head, she stood and walked over to the table in the foyer to collect her things before she headed back to the lab. And of course, Charlie left her a note, stated that he went for a walk in the park, and that he would return to the lab when he was finished. The boy was indeed something special. Which is why she kept him close.

Pinning her hat to her hair, her gloves around her fingers, she grabbed her ring of keys, and headed back to the lab.

The walk there was quickened, for her mind continued to replay the dream over and over. She normally had dreams of Mr. Griffen, but they never ended that...way. And her father always told her 'Dearest, never fear from your dreams. They will either tell you what is to come, or what your heart desires most.' She wasn't sure which part scared her the most.

She entered the building, going straight for the telephone. She picked it up, dialed the only number she new by heart and waited and hoped, and prayed that Mr. Griffen would pick up that drastic phone. She sat in her chair, her fingers tapping on the wooden top, her foot bouncing. It seemed like forever, before some picked up.

"Mr. Griffen, please!" Her voice was more demanding then she would have hoped.

[DizzyIsabella]

"And I was never worried about you betraying me." She listened to what Thomas had to say, and replied with a slightly stern voice. "Good! I should hope not, I'm the least likely around here to betray you, it's our food you have to worry about betraying us" Despite the stern voice, after her sentence had finished, her lips would curl into a warm smile, something that often broke down the harshly cold contours of her face.

At his offer of feeding together, she'd think a little, thinking back to the last time she'd fed. It had been three days previous, and her stomach bubbled at the thought of it again. She had become better at stifling the cravings, often distracting herself with a book, or busying herself with some kind of other affairs, but it was important to feed regularly, or her heightened senses and abilities would lack.

"I'd love to join you to feed. And you're right, we barely get to spend any time together lately. It's been a few days since I last drank. Although, hopefully we'll find something a little more tasty than a drunkard, all the alcohol in their system gives me a terrible headache."

Her nose would wrinkle at the bridge in an almost disgusted fashion. She smiled lightly at the mention of his dealings with the humans. The hand that was still resting on his arm would squeeze it affectionatly. "You're right, and you work much to hard. This generation is troublesome, give them half a century, they'll have died out, maybe the next generation will be better. We have forever to find a generation that we like"

She let out a light chuckle, mingled with another warm smile. "Let me find myself a coat, afterall, it's COLD out there" Her lips curled into a lopsided smirk. They both knew full well that they could venture round in whatever weather and not feel the effects, but they had to keep up the appearance of feeling it. Moving herself away from him, she'd step over to a small cloakroom that was off the main foyer, taking down a knee length, tan trench-like coat, pulling it onto her shoulders, she'd fasten the large, mahogany wooden buttons, before tying the belt around her waist, the strap of material pulling the fabric in at the waste, letting the material of the coat mold against the contours of her hips.

Wrapping a plain, black, thick knit scarf loosely around her neck, she'd step back out of the room, closing the door lightly behind her. Her heels would clip against the floor of the foyer, echoing around them. She'd smile lightly at one of the other vampires who nodded to her as they left the conference room. Moving back over to Thomas, she'd hook her arm around his, before her other joined it, holding her arms around his, leaning into it lightly. They'd be going out into the streets, and it was only natural for a girl, as young as Lilly appeared, to be protected and chaperoned, after all, she was vulnerable.

She smiled to herself at the thought, even rolling her eyes a little. She was more than capable of protecting herself, and even of hunting by herself. But she was a good actress, and tried to keep up appearances of being human.

"Shall we go then? Do you have anywhere in mind? There are easy targets down by the docks, but if you want something less alcoholic and more female than old man. We'd probably better look elsewhere."

Of course, they could get whoever they wanted. They had charm, and beauty, and they could get the attention of a human quicker than a heartbeat. But they had to be careful, bodies were found, and trouble could be caused if they were found out.

[Adjectives]

"I'd love to join you to feed. And you're right, we barely get to spend any time together lately. It's been a few days since I last drank. Although, hopefully we'll find something a little more tasty than a drunkard, all the alcohol in their system gives me a terrible headache." She said, her sweet tone lined with disgust. When you drank someone's blood, you could taste them. The sugary blood of the innocent child, the fatty blood of the homeless cretin. It was difficult to find humans who could manage a balanced, healthy diet who also slept on street corners and wouldn't be missed if they suddenly disappeared one night.

He watched as Lilly vanished to get her coat. Once she was out of sight, a young woman with black hair tied up into a ponytail jogged into the room. "Sir, there's someone on the phone." She said, looking expectantly at him. "Tell them I'm sleeping and to phone tomorrow." Thomas replied, waving the woman away. Then Lilly returned and hooked her arm around his.
"Shall we go then? Do you have anywhere in mind? There are easy targets down by the docks, but if you want something less alcoholic and more female than old man. We'd probably better look elsewhere."

Thomas turned and walked out of the building, looking around the well-lit street. He preferred gas lights; electricity made the entire city seem like it was in a permanent state of illumination. At least he could tell if there was anybody around.
"We'll take a walk around the city and see. Come on, jump." Thomas grinned, sliding his arm from Lilly's and grabbing her hand tightly. He bent his legs slightly, only to bound up into the air once she had jumped. They hurtled upwards as if they had been catapulted, their bodies rising up above the seventy five foot tall building before slowing and dropping down onto the roof top.

Thomas let go of Lilly's hand as he laughed. "I'm sorry, I've been dying to do that again." He smiled, looking over the edge of the building down to the street. "But it is fun, you have to admit. Almost like flying." Thomas said, turning and walking towards the other side of the roof top. He judged the number of buildings in front of them and their distances.

"If you can jump from here to the third roof top ahead, about 170 metres, I'll graciously give you the first human we come across." Thomas said, standing on the ledge of the building and smiling. He wasn't very concerned about her wellbeing; she couldn't die, and she was very capable of making the jump anyway. But he found it amusing how some of the Vampires were so unused to their new abilities they would be afraid to make the jump.

[DizzyIsabella]

"Can we never just WALK, Thomas?" Lilly rolled her eyes playfully, with a light chuckle, before she heard his command to jump, and gripped at her hand.

She let out a playful sigh, before pushing up from her heels, the muscles in her calves and thighs rippling as they jumped and threw themselves up onto the roof of the building in front of them. She'd land lightly on her feet, the slight clip of her heels on the roof tiles the only sounds she made, not even her breathing changed.

She looked over at him and shook her head lightly, smiling softly. "Do you remember when I was still convinced I was scared of heights, just after I had the serum? You dragged me up somewhere similar to this, to convince me I wasn't. I nearly clawed your eyeballs out. But you were right, as usual, I wasn't scared anymore."

She thought to herself lightly, her other foot placing itself down, bringing her hand up to push a pinned curl back into place. "If you can make it four. You can have one wish, if I can grant it"

She grinned across the rooftops at him, her eyes watching him from her position, arms folding across her chest lightly.
As if to back up her statement, Lilly would step up to the very edge of the building, the toes of her heels dangling over the edge. She had perfect balance, so she had no fears of losing it and falling.

"If you can jump from here to the third roof top ahead, about 170 metres, I'll graciously give you the first human we come across."

The challenge brought another chuckle from her lips. "In this dress, Thomas, really? I don't know if I can manage it. And anyway, you're a gentlemen, you'd let a lady have the first bite anyway" She grinned playfully, leaning over to brush another kiss over his cheek, before her legs would push herself again.

Lilly's body would be used to the weightless sensation of flying, and as she was in the air, it was almost peaceful. She wasn't afraid of throwing herself around, she'd had longer than most of the other vampires to test and perfect her skills. She'd land lightly on her feet again, this time on one foot, just to show off a little.

She'd swoop her torso and bend her leg lightly, leaning over into a playful bow, then a curtsy, still balancing on the very edge of the building with one foot. She grinned playfully at him, an excitable glint in her eyes, one who may have known her previous to the transition might describe it as a hint of the old Lilly.

"And anyway, Thomas. We can share whomever we come accross. I'm only greedy in other aspects" She called it lightly accross the building rooftops, another playful smirk on her face.

[Feelove]

"Dr Ballard?" A soft voice called out softly.

Tana poked her head into the laboratory, seemingly in awe of the vast variety of equipment that were stored within the white-washed walls. She recognized several of the graphs and posters that served as aesthetics: a periodic table, several quantum equations and some pictures of distinctive scientists. Turning her head to the side she caught sight of the man she had been looking for.

She was somewhat surprised, but years of solid training made sure that her expression remained neutral. The doctor was far younger than she had expected; good-looking too, underneath the eye bags and messy hair.

She attempted to enter the laboratory quietly, but failed as her high heels clicked gently on the tiled floors. She was dressed quite simply: a tight long sleeved black top that were tucked into a pair of straight-cut beige high waisted slacks and held together by a simple brown skinny belt that accentuated her slim waist and curvaceous figure. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and she had a pair of alluring black glasses that did little to hide her large, expressive brown eyes rimmed slightly with dark eyeliner and mascara. She walked forward timidly, as though uncomfortable for interrupting the scientist's busy work.

"My name is Michelle, Michelle Tan. I was told to come speak to you." She hesitated before handing him the slim green packet she held in her hands. Inside them were her credentials. "It's my first day on the job and Dr Rosenthal told me that I will be serving as your assistant for a few days, just to get a feel for working in this place." She wasn't sure how accurate the rumors were, but apparently Rosenthal didn't like how Ballard pushed himself to no end and thought that he would do well with an extra hand. Looking at the ragged, half-dead doctor, she couldn't help but agree. Tana cleared her throat, "I assure you that I will work extremely, extremely hard and will be of great help, if you would just give me a chance."

Without a doubt, Morgan Ballard would be looking through her papers, taking note that she was a fresh Chemical Engineering graduate from Cambridge at 25 years old, although that was certainly far from the truth. But her 'identity' was nothing but means to an end. She was a little old to have just received her Masters, but she was a woman. He probably wouldn't question that since there were countless of reasons why she didn't pursue her education at a younger age. She was confident that there were no loopholes, after all... She was the best of the best at what she did.

Leaning slightly on her left leg, the dark-haired girl crossed her arms, emphasizing her ample bossom. She wasn't sure what sort of man Ballard was, and what kind of resistance he had to women, but a man was still a man. Tana knew of the power that her exotic features held; but she never flaunted it, never took excessive pride in it... It was just the way it was, and it certainly had helped her along her line of work.

But all the same, Tana kept her eyes to the floor, as though nervous to hear the verdict.

[Adjectives]

Thomas watched as Lilly flew over the buildings, landing clearly if not showing off a little.
"And anyway, Thomas. We can share whomever we come accross. I'm only greedy in other aspects"

Thomas tensed at that, especially since she had called it from several rooftops away. He leaned over the edge of the roof top to check for humans before bounding across to Lilly, too frustrated to enjoy the weightlessness. He landed in a walk beside Lilly. "You need to work on keeping incognito, Lilly." Thomas sighed, moving to the edge of the rooftop. He spotted someone lying in the shadows, wrapped up in an old green piece of cloth that barely passed as a blanket. Once he checked there was nobody nearby, he signalled to Lilly and dropped from the rooftop into the alleyway.

As he landed he noticed that there was a puddle, and his landing alerted the woman with a splashing sound. She roused from her sleep, blinking up a Thomas. "Hello." Thomas smiled, moving towards the woman but kneeling down on the ground before getting too close. He didn't say anything for a while, but just stared deep into the woman's eyes, and she stared back at him whilst any fear drained away into a blank expression.

Thomas moved towards the woman, sweeping her hair to one side and biting into her neck. Once he bit his way into the carotid artery, he enjoyed the fresh warm blood. He took a moment to pull loose, gesturing to Lilly to feed. "Once we're done we can leave her in the abandoned sewers. Finding a place to leave all these bodies is becoming quite an issue already." Thomas said with a sigh, moving to the end of the alleyway to check for humans.

[Rainmaker]

Resisting the temptation to chuckle, given the serious atmosphere, Claudia slowly rose from her chair. The meeting had been fleeting, and as afterthought she wondered if she shouldn’t have said something about controlling the vampires – perhaps it would have lessened Thomas’ temper. Familiar with the strict, rigorous order of militia, even as a nurse, she thought even now the super-soldier breed was handled almost lackadaisically. There was a reason for minor forms of brainwashing in the more demanding areas of the military, or so her father had mentioned in passing. Training people to become killers, usually experts in various fields, was a dangerous thing. He had, against what his supervisors would have approved, informed his daughter of the various shields in place to keep such trained individuals from linking into something cohesive and beyond the control of the government. It didn’t always work, but it prevented large insubordinations.

So it was that Claudia presented the same mindset in terms of the vampires – powerful, advanced, they were a considerably unwieldy risk. The first few conferences had kept her painfully aware of such a large mass of level players, but some intense time spent watching them had nixed a few from her primary concerns. Tipping her form backwards, the woman felt her spine shift and crackle as expected. As small points of pressure were released, she spread and curled long fingers in another attempt to stretch and release stress. Her hands, though appearing elegant in the sheer length of palm and digit, were lightly coated in calluses from various duties. Which the mere thought of caused something of a temper, if only because she was stagnating. A faint frown drew together two dark slashes, knitting her brow. Though she still visiting Cochran and took part in some piloting, both recreational and maintaining training, there was too much free time.

Waiting until she was one of the last in the room, Claudia slipped out a secondary exit. With the onslaught of night came a burst of restless energy, inciting her long legs into a loping stride. The energy repelled restrictions, her skin crawling with the need to be freed of binding cloth. Tugging loose the rubber band and slipping out of her jacket, she struck off for her quarters. Surprisingly dense curls, freed of their brutal binding, sprang loose round her face and danced rather jauntily with each step taken. Her bedroom was a modest affair, Spartan in furnishings and devoid of mess. Tugging out a bathing suit that had never actually been used on its own, Claudia fished around for a pair of shorts and a faded tee-shirt. The ensemble was altogether homely, but met its purpose and suited a more reserved personality.

The pool she visited was, when open to the public, something of a society-funded learning center. At the end of each week it went through a vigorous cleaning, after which she would partake in a leisurely soak. Being amongst the sensational due to the serum and having her own war career, Claudia had no problem securing the after-hours jaunt on a mostly legal basis. She’d even signed a waiver assuring her connection that, should she drown, there wouldn’t be any form of a lawsuit from family members. A low chuckle sounded at that thought, bared feet testing the water’s temperature. Given her body’s newfound durability to varying environments, the gesture was hardly necessary. She followed the movement, using the shallow steps to wade into the pool. Ripples spread outward from her form, widening as they went. Amused, she trailed fingertips along the surface to cause further movement.

Submerged nearly to the hips, Claudia took a shallow dive, twisting easily underneath the surface as she made her way towards the deeper end. She took her time, relaxing and enjoying the silence beyond the quiet splashes. The moonlight that streamed in through a few windows gilded her in silver, topping the miniature waves she created with sudden movements. Contemplating the things she might do didn’t take long, given the newfound limitations made by the serum. Thinking to clear her mind through a work-out, she made her way towards one end of the pool and began an indefinite amount of laps.

[AthenaSyphier]

Pure anger gripped through her body, as she slammed the phone back down on the receiver, a loud ringing sound echoed in the lab. Unkind words busted forth in her native tongue, making Charlie stop in the doorway to look at her, a paper bag in his arms. Her anger melted slowly as she looked to his puzzled expression. She tried her best to smile to him, but it seemed that the anger was still slightly present. She watched him walk to one of the empty tables, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I...I'm sorry, I d-d-didn't wake you. Y-y-you needed s-s-sleep." He placed the
bag down on one of the tables as he looked to her apologetically.

She held up her hand to silence him. "I am not upset with you, dear. I am upset that Mr. Griffen has denied me a phone conversation. Telling one of his hands that he is sleeping. Which I know, for a fact, he is not." She let out a frustrated growl, her fingers sweeping thru your curly locks before closing her eyes and taking in a slow breath. "I know not what he is doing this night, but I promise you it is not sleeping." With a curt nod of her head she walked to the door.

"W-w-where are you heading?" His voice was almost a whisper as he pulled out some of the items from the bag. Most of which where lab equipment, liquids, test tubes, and other instruments.

She stopped with her hand on the door, and turned to look at him with the sweetest smile she could muster. "I think I will make this call a personal affair. I intend to find Mr. Griffen and speak to him personally." The smile was still plastered onto her face as she turned around, her coat flung over her shoulders as she quietly shut the door behind her and left the lab.

It did not take her long to reach the building the SuperSoldiers shared. A beautiful estate with 4 floors of bed rooms, and a single floor for the kitchen, dinning, and library. And out of those three she could very well tell you which room did not get any attention.

She lifted the knocker and gave three loud thuds, before placing her hands back into her black furred muff, and waiting. It did not take long for a slender black haired woman to answer the door. She smiled politely, almost knowing this was the woman she spoke to on the phone.

"I see Mr. Griffen is getting you to answer the door at such an awful time?" Vera tilted her head to the woman, and watched her sweet face become stark. "Now, now child, I know he is not sleeping. Why else would you be here, answering his door? Now, will you be as so kind as to point me to where he is." Her eyes never left the girl's face, and she had to keep herself from chuckling as she watched with girl struggle for words. At last, the girl raised her arm and pointed out past Vera's shoulders, onto the street.

"Excuse me, girl?!" Her voice filled with anger, she slapped the woman's hand down. "I am not in any mood to play this silly game with you! Now, where is Mr. Griffen? So help me, I will search this building from attic to basement until I find him!" Her eyes burned as she watched the lips of the girl tremble.

"Dr. Burdenko, I meant no disrespect. He is not home. He went out for a walk with Ms. Edwards. They left roughly an hour ago. He did not mention to me where he went, I merely saw they both walk out together." She bowed her head, and didn't rise.

Vera let out a breath. "Forgive me, child. I have not slept good lately. Thank you for the information. If I fail to find him, will you tell him to come straight to my office. Drop every plan he has, if that must take place. Thank you, and good night."

With one last curt nod, she turned around, both hands warmly back into the muff, Vera descended the stairs, that led back out to the streets where she pulled the hood up over her head and began walking. She was not sure where it was she was going, she just knew sleeping was not an option, and neither was going back to the lab.

[Clibanarius]

"My name is Michelle, Michelle Tan. I was told to come speak to you." She hesitated before handing him the slim green packet she held in her hands. Inside them were her credentials. "It's my first day on the job and Dr Rosenthal told me that I will be serving as your assistant for a few days, just to get a feel for working in this place."

Ballard and bit back a sigh, it wasn't this girl's fault that Rosenthal had sent her her and he knew the man was trying to look out for his people, but. . . but he should grateful that Rosenthal had taken the time to send him some - much needed - help, he grudgingly admitted to himself.

. . . Just not right now, he had the feeling he was about the find some answers and the last thing he needed was the challenge of concealing what he was truly looking for from an assistant. And he knew from his days as a young research assistant how much of an unintentional pain they could be, curious, always underfoot while trying to help, always hanging around and trying to learn something. Which was fine with Ballard, but not now.

What to do? What to do? He thought, I certainly never saw this particular monkey wrench coming.

Tana cleared her throat, "I assure you that I will work extremely, extremely hard and will be of great help, if you would just give me a chance."

Morgan flipped through her credentials, even though he knew that anyone Rosenthal sent would be the right person for the job as he continued he raised an eyebrow, impressed in spite of himself and that clinched it: he couldn't just send her off on some pointless bullshit task, he remembered how much he hated it when people did that to him and everyone knew that Morgan liked to help new people on their way. . .

He kept his expression neutral as he handed her credentials back. ". . . Alright, understand something, you can call me by my first name because I certainly will. I don't give a damn if you're male, female or neuter. I'll treat you with respect, but I expect you to do the same to me and conduct yourself in a professional manner. . . Oh, and I'll drive you pretty hard."

And with that, Ballard left his lab for the freezer, the best way to find whatever he was looking for was just to keep on acting like everything was normal and hide what he was really doing in plain sight, like he'd been doing for the last few months.

"Sorry if I'm not particularly welcomin this morning.' He said over his shoulder as the reached the freezer door. "If I haven't had enough sleep in a while I tend to focus on the more important things and let the social niceties go for awhile, nothing personal you understand."

He unlocked the door and felt a little bit refreshed as a blast of refrigerated air rolled over them, he gestured inside and tried to smile. "After you."

[DizzyIsabella]

"Oh hush. Loosen up and stop being so grumpy, Love." Lilly chuckled softly, before grabbing his arm, pulling him over before he could jump away again, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Even though she had complained about his complaint, she did speak, and chuckle, quieter than she had previously. She'd let him go again, and glance where he beckoned, looking over the edge of the building, she'd spot him jumping down, but wouldn't follow him. It was better for him to deal with their prey first, than startle it with two of them appearing.

Once she spotted him biting down into the woman's neck, she'd jump down from the building, landing silently beside him. She'd feel a foolish pang of jealousy as he sank his teeth into the human female. She didn't really know why, it was more of a protective, possessive feeling of jealousy. Once he'd finished, and beckoned her to feed. She'd hesitate for a second, before she'd crouch down, easily balancing on her heels.

She'd seal her mouth over the bite mark that Thomas had made, she'd taste at first, what she assumed was Thomas' saliva, before blood started to flood into her mouth as she sucked to start it. Her teeth would sink down after a few seconds though. Easily draining the rest of the life out of the girl. She pulled her mouth away, and swiped a finger under her full lower lip to make sure that none had escaped.

"It makes me so sad to see young girls on the street. Their father's should have looked after them properly" Lilly extended a hand to the girl's forehead, brushing a little hair off of it, tucking it behind the girl's ear, tilting her head lightly as she watched herself do it. She shook her head lightly, standing up from the floor, and brushing her hands over her knees.

Lilly tucked a curl behind her ear, her tongue brushing over her lower lip to ensure that there were no specks of blood. The blood always re-generated them, they were stronger, more energetic, and twice as beautiful. Lilly's eyes were brightened, sparkling healthily, her hair looked shinier, and her skin had an almost pale pink blush to it, if it was possible with her pale complexion. The slight dark bags that had been there before, were gone, and her lips were slightly more pink. The blood was almost healing to them.

Picking the girl up, asif she was a feather, Lilly would hold her lightly. She was alot more respectful of the dead than some of the younger vampires. "Give me a few seconds, I'll be back soon." The blood would give her more strength, and speed. And she would be true to her word. Within twenty or so seconds, Lilly had bounded up another building, made her way to the sewers, placed the body respectfully in the long forgotten waters, and fled back to Thomas.

She'd jump down from the building, after making sure no one could see her, landing directly in-front of him, they were more towards the end of the alleyway now, Thomas still searching around. Lilly landed at the entrance of the alley way, taking the couple of steps in to reach him. She could feel the goodness of the blood coursing freshly through her veins, it made her bolder, and more confident. Sometimes too bold. A half pout, half smirk, would plump playfully at her lips. Her hands would slide up the lapels of Thomas' coat, her thumbs stroking lightly over the material. She didn't really mind that they could be seen, if anyone came accross them, they'd probably assume they were just a young couple spending a few moments together in the night. "You never got your wish, from the dare Thomas." She'd let herself step forward until she was chest-to-chest infront of him. She doubted if she'd have tried to push him back, he'd have moved, so she settled herself comfortably. "Why do you deny me so lately? You never used to." Her lips pouted just a little more, hovering mere centimeters away from his, her breath washing over them, leaving herself in that position for a few seconds.

Her concentration would be broken though, her head darting to the side where she caught the sight, and scent of a human. The woman was walking straight towards them, and judging by her expression, knew exactly who they were, and had seen them. And the human was familiar. The playful gaze she had been given Thomas, would drop into a neutral stare, her cold exterior, which she used for the lab workers, would return. She recognized the woman as one of the scientists, Vera, she recalled her name as. She tried not to get involved with the serum workers as much as Thomas did, Lilly was mainly in-charge of the public appearances and newspaper writings about the rest of the soldiers.

Then, suddenly realizing how they must look, Lilly would practically peel herself away from Thomas, taking a half step back, her arm hooking into his again in a more casual manner. She cursed the woman, firstly for ruining an intimate moment she was trying to persue, and also for stealing Thomas' attention.