Ithradine

Ember Grove - Reboot

Time: Night
Location: The Pit
Interactions with: @Pink Khione - Ava
Jams:

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Helene's muscles relaxed a bit at the smile on Ava's lips taking it as a sign that perhaps the mysterious woman was not out to get her. The naive vampire's pinkish-red eyes blinked twice at the strange compliment "Um, thank you." It was the first time anyone had referred to her as a monster, but Ava didn't seem to have any ill will attached to it which caught her off-guard. Her thoughts turned to her first night in Ember Grove with Boris. He had been a werewolf but they had managed to form a connection she'd never forget even if she never saw him again. Perhaps this person was not an adversary but a friend as well? Helene really wanted one right now.

"Oh. Well its good you stopped me when I did!" She said lightly with a small smile following Ava's laugh, but the look in her eyes suggested she was saddened by the information. It lasted only for a moment as the language of Helene's homeland came to her ears and excitement filled her instead of remorse for the dead. Her previous fears were washed away in light of this new information "Ravi de vous rencontrer, Ava! Je suis tellement content de savoir que tu parles français! She spoke a little quick but her words did not blend together like before, she was just glad. Besides a few annual events, Helene had spent most of her life in the Sinclaire's main estate and hearing her native tongue was comforting.

Unlike the forced smile earlier, Helene's smile now was full and bright forgetting her original reason for being here in favor of talking more with Ava. She titled her head to the side as Ava seemed to spaced out thinking about something, when she asked a question that caused Helene to flinch in shock wondering how she could have figured it out. After realizing she might have just given herself away, she quickly tried to think of a way to get out of the question "She is my Mo-" Her hand shot to her mouth to cover it up after nearly letting it slip. Helene coughed before continuing, letting her hand return to its position in front of her "She is my, um, my mother's close friend." Her own voice didn't sound completely sure of her own answer. Mother would be so ashamed of her right now.

Any informed vampire would be aware of the mysterious daughter of Catherine Sincalire, referred to as the Phantom Princess because very few outside of the Sinclaire knew her name let alone have ever saw her in person. A number of rumors have circulated over the decades as to her name, appearance, and personality. Every year a number of requests come in from different vampire clans across the globe asking for the Phantom Princess's hand in marriage in the vain hope one is accepted but every one is always declined. Vampires invited to the Sinclaire Estate would often report back that the voice of an angel and heavenly music resonated throughout its halls.

Time: Sunset
Location: Ember Grove University-Art Exhibit
Interactions with:@Tae - Sorrel, @Milkman - Finn
Mentions:@Helo - Elias, @masterducky - Remy, @princess - Angel
Jams: "But storms won't last, they clear the air, for something new."

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Voflango pounced on the vampire that Sorrel had tossed aside and began tearing into it like a starving dog given a scrap of meat, although this was not to satisfy his hunger. It was a sharp contrast to his charming and confident human side that could easily put on at ease, while this form did nothing but instill fear and anxiety. All the young werewolf saw was red and the only thing that was stopping him from recklessly going after the human hunters was Sorrel and the presence she exuded as an alpha along with her familiar scent. Fangs were bared as Volfango backed off from the wounded vampire who laid motionless with a contorted look of pain. Volfango turned back towards the group of human hunters, staring them down as thick muscle began to tense up. He was ready to spring into action waiting for one wrong move not caring if he could actually take them all on.

His attention diverted from the human hunters and the other werewolf as Sorrel approached him. Volfango was positioned in a way that made it seem he could lunge forward at any moment. For the first time he stood up on his legs, his form appearing even larger, as he looked into her eyes directly. He let out a single, low growl and lowered himself back onto all fours once again but this time he was no longer baring his teeth submitting himself to the control of the alpha. Volfango looked back over at the three hunters and dug his claws into floor, before turning around to face the exit.

This had been only the second time Volfango had even been in his werewolf form and felt like a trance in which he had no control. The first time was simply a blacked-out memory but he couldn't shake the feeling he had done something horrible. After tonight, there would be no more running from the reality he now faced. Any hope of living a normal life rested in learning to control his new strength and understanding the strange new world that he had been forced into.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Time: Night
Location: The Pit
Interaction: @Pink Khione - Ava
Jams:

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Helene anxiously awaited a reply from the man, unaware that her actions were not going unnoticed by someone who had already claimed the prey before her. Despite being just over a century old, this was Helene's first hunt and the effects of her hunger were enough for her to forget such basic decorum. She was nervous, frightened even, but there was also a certain degree of excitement at the thought of how she would proceed. Those thoughts would remain fantasy as a stranger came between her and her target, which she first thought of as rude since they were having a conversation. It had taken enough courage to approach the wounded man, but now she had to somehow ask the mysterious woman to leave. "E-excus-" Her quiet voice was drowned out by the music before cutting off, startled by the sudden command the lady gave to the three men with aggressive confidence.

A growing feeling of dread filled her chest as they left leaving her alone with this foreboding woman. Helene began to panic thinking this woman was out to get her. She just wanted a little bit of blood! Her mother was going to be so upset! As the woman turned to speak to her, Helene felt as she might die right there and then from the scary gaze she was giving her. "M-my deepest apologies!" She uttered out in strong french accent, clasping her hands in front of her and performing a long bow as her whole body tensed. More of her? That meant she knew that Helene was a vampire! "C-corpses?" Her voice stuttered, believing the mystery woman was going to make her a corpse right here instead but the look on her face meant she might just be spared. Despite how intensely terrifying she was, Helene closed her eyes tightly she so would be less afraid and introduced herself "MyNameIsHeleneSinclaire, MayIKnowYours?" The words were said so fast they seemed to blend into one, made worse by her accent.

Helene's body tensed waiting for a reply, unaware of the weight that her last name carried in the Vampire world. If Alexander Drake was the Night King, then Catherine would be the Night Queen. A sizable detachment of the Sinclaire Clan resided in Ember Grove, overseeing their North American operations under the leadership of Augustus Saul.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Time: Sunset
Location: Ember Grove University-Art Exhibit
Interaction:@Tae - Sorrel
Mentions:@Milkman - Finn, @princess - Angel, @FunnyGuy - Sean
Jams: "Somebody get me through this nighmare, I can't control myself."

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The faint scream Volfango had heard was the harbinger of a joyful date turned into a night of horror as people rushed to escape from inside the University. It was the first time Volfango had been exposed to such brutality and he stood frozen, Sorrel's curse going unheard as he simply looked on at the carnage. His expression was blank as he turned to look at Sorrel, who looked at him with a fierce look in her eye and revealed herself to be someone with the same affliction. For once in his life, Volfango was left speechless as she kissed him gently on the cheek and rushed off into the fray, her eyes glowing red with an intense power he could just feel. As the vampires continued to descend on the defenseless people, the scent of blood being spilled entered Volfango's nostrils. A piercing headache overtook him and he quickly gripped his head with both hands, clenching his teeth in an attempt to resist. It proved futile as he felt his skin itch and muscles ache to move before he let out a blood-curdling scream which slowly shifted into an ear-piercing, deep howl as he became the beast within.

What Sorrel perhaps did not take into consideration was that Volfango was a pup in terms of being a werewolf. Tattered black cloth hung loosely from his hips, his chest heaving up and down with every deep breath as he bared his teeth with an insidious snarl. A horrible noise pierced the air coming from the parking lot which greatly irritated his ears, further enraging the freshly transformed werewolf and pushing him towards the bloodshed. Volfango was drawn to Sorrel's familiar scent and her presence as an Alpha, though there was a number of vampires between them now as she crashed through the window of the art gallery. Sharp, powerful claws dug into the ground as he ran on all four to the first Vampire he saw and leaped on top of them. His ruthless aggression was enough to compensate for his lack of reasoning as his claws rended flesh from his target in a flurry of vicious strikes. He finished his first kill by latching his jaws around their neck and violently pulling and twisting until the head had held on by only a few strips of flesh.

Blood dripped from his jaw as he growled while sniffing to air to once again catch Sorrel's scent to confirm her position. The massive form of Volfango rushed through the entrance where everyone had been fleeing from, catching the last remaining Vampires off-guard who were more focused on Sorrel and the unknowns who surrounded her. Volfango tackled the vampire closest to him, sinking his teeth into their neck while his clash tore at their flesh from the sides. It was messy and inefficient, allowing the vampire to get a number of their own attacks in but in the end Voflango prevailed and left a motionless corpse. The hulking werewolf turned to face the rest, who were now positioned between him and the others blocking their avenues of escape. Volfango took a step forward and let loose another howl that chilled the bones and shook the chandelier above.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Time: Night
Location: Alexei's >>>> The Pit
Interaction: None
Jams: "And I'm not keeping up, the strength I need to push me..."

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Helene did her best to keep the pristine posture that had been drilled into her at a young age, but her body was shivering as she strained to keep composure amidst the hunger and anxiety. The number of stares that she was receiving did little to help, as this was her first time ever coming to This establishment. Pinkish-red eyes stared far into the distance as a horde of near-indistinguishable voices whispered in her ears while humanoid shapes haunted the corners of her vision. It reminded her of the one time she ventured into the lower catacombs of her family home, and saw a number of vampires imprisoned in cells. Her mother later explained to her that they were some of the most violent vampires to walk the Earth, without a clan and willing to kill anyone for the sheer pleasure of it. They were isolated and starved, given only enough blood to perpetually keep them in this state of delusion and fantasies. Helene had only been experience it for a little over an hour but those prisoners were there for years, unable to resist the sweet red nectar that could not satisfy them but kept them fully aware.

It took longer for Sierra to get back than Helene thought it would but when she did, the waitress took a seat across from Helene after setting the 'Bloody' Mary in front of the snow-haired vampire. Immediately the scent of blood became clear to her and her eyes widened as she looked down at the drink and up at Sierra who simply nodded and smiled. Helene's mind went blank as she took the glass in both of her hands and lifted to her lips, pouring the dark red liquid quickly into her mouth. The burning of sensation of Alcohol harshly irritated her throat but taste of blood encouraged her to finish it all in one swift motion. The slight shaking of her body ceased as did the amalgamation of voices that plagued her ears. The fog that had settled in her mind thinned out, but she could still feel its presence clouding her thoughts.

Having finished her drink, Helene's attention now turned to Sierra with a puzzled look "H-how.." She began to ask before Sierra let out a light chuckle "You seemed nervous so I thought a stiff drink would calm you down. We serve a lot of diverse guests here with different tastes, so you learn to guess what they need." She began to say and Helene thought she caught a brief glimpse of fangs poking out from her lips but it could have been just another on of her delusions. Sierra moved her chair closer in and leaned over the table a little "You seem sweet and young, so I'll recommend you head over to a place called 'The Pit'. Customers here can be a bit more than you expect. Still, I would be careful especially nowadays." It was astonishing to the naive vampire to hear Sierra's voice switch from a energetic, young voice to a more elegant, wise one. Helene was almost sure that Sierra was a vampire, but how old she was impossible to know. Then again, most vampires probably would not believe herself to be as old as she was.

Helene would have curtsied but was forced to settle on head bow since she was sitting "Okay, thank you very much!" It was such a relief to have someone help her out as she was afraid she would have to face this all by herself. Helene rose out of the chair and handed Sierra twice the money for the drink, who stood up to receive the payment "Just don't mention I referred you to another place to my boss! Good Luck!" Helene meekly extended her hand which seemed to catch Sierra off-guard a little, but she still extended her hand and the two shook before Helene headed out with a clearer mind. The iron hunger was still very much affecting her, though it was not screaming as loudly as it was. As she approached The Pit, the muffled sound of music and bright lights let her know that she was in the right place.

Though she was not seeing things as much, her mind was much more aware of the location she was at. It was difficult not to feel embarrassed even waiting to go in at the number of people present and the manner in which they were dressed. The bouncer at the front door stopped her and asked to see ID, and seemed genuinely surprised when it read she was over 21 though he couldn't see any evidence of it being fake. The inside of The Pit was far more than she ever imagined and she was overwhelmed with loud music and a number of bright, flashing lights. The sudden introduction of so much stimulus was almost too much for her, but Helene knew that if she didn't satiate her hunger now the voices and visions would only return later. Slowly she made her way down into the crowd and now she knew why Sierra suggested this to her. A majority of the people there were around their 20s and intoxicated to some degree. While the whole scene made her quite uncomfortable with the amount of physical contact, it should prove easy enough to find a willing victim.

While she said that, Helene found herself blushing as she sat at one of the tables off to the side of the main dance floor. That was when the familiar scent of blood came to her, and she searched eagerly for the source. Her predatory eyes located a man at the bar, who was bleeding lightly from his arm. It was like it was just for her. She got up from her spot and began to make her way over to him, giving herself the identity of a college medical student. She could take him to the side and pretend to fix him up. All she had to was get her lips onto his arm. "H-hi there, I couldn't help but notice..you're bleeding. If you would let me, I can clean that up." She offered with a bright smile, to which one of his male friends responded with "Man, you're getting so lucky tonight. Let me have the next one, shit." His voice was a mix of frustration and admiration for his comrade, but Helene was left a little confused.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Time: Sunset
Location: Sorrel's Apartment >>>> Ember Grove University-Art Exhibit
Interaction:@Tae - Sorrel
Jams: "All my life on my head...Feels like I'm Goin' insane..."

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Volfango had lowered his hand so that Helmar may sniff it when he came up to smell him, doing his best not to appear intimidating to the dog. The fact that he hadn't growled or barked at him meant that, for the moment, he had the mighty beast's blessing to be around his master. There was much going on inside of Volfango's mind and he was so enveloped in Sorrel's beauty that he failed to notice the split-moment in which she tensed up at his touch along with the mile-long stare. He did perceive the rosy bit of color that came to her cheeks and attributed it to his silver tongue and masterful use of words. Volfango's knowledge of the supernatural world was limited to movies, novels, and the bedtime stories that his father used to say to him when he was little. There was no way he could have predicted how close to the truth that this night would bring him.

"It pleases Volfango to hear so! Let us depart so you may continue to grace Volfango's ears with your voice!" With Sorrel's wink, he was certainly feeling more confident that tonight would be fun for the both of them. He proceeded to open her door and walk outside once more, waiting for her to lock it before escorting her to his ZR1 Black Corvette. Voflango unlocked it as he approached the passenger side and opened the door for Sorrel, offering his hand for her to press on as the seat was lower than most cars "Allow Volfango to assist." He said eagerly, waiting until she got in the corvette to close the door and get in the driver's seat on the other side. The interior of the corvette was a sleek, black leather with red accents and was kept in pristine condition. The roar of the engine cause the whole vehicle to vibrate some as Volfango turned on the ignition and the inside was casted in a soft, red glow from the front panel. A wide grin creased the Italian's lips as his foot touch the gas pedal and off they went towards the University.

It didn't take very long to reach the parking lot closest to the Art Exhibit since Volfango had taken the time to scope out his selected date sites beforehand. Once he put the corvette in park, he took the keys and quickly exited the vehicle so he could once again open Sorrel's door. Once again he offered his hand to help her out of the corvette "Volfango is looking forwa-." Before he could finish his words, a blood curdling scream filled the air that wouldn't have been heard if he didn't have his improved hearing. Color seemed to drain from his face a little as he immediately turned around, forgetting for just a moment that Sorrel might not have heard it. It was faint so perhaps he had just imagined it? "Pardon Volfango, he thought he heard something but it must have been the wind. Let us enjoy the festivies!" His voice had no hints of the real fear that briefly entered his body.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Time: Sunset
Location: The Pit
Interaction:
Jams: "Aint no mercy in this life, there's nowhere left to runaway..."

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The nice thing about illusions is that you don't even need to use real magic to perform them. The mind is not as infallible as many would like to believe and that is something that self-proclaimed magicians capitalize on. A quick word-game, a sleight of hand, and a bit of misdirection and you can have most poor fouls fumbling to remember their own birthday. It is truly frightening the kind of mental gymnastics the mind can do, and Lucius had spent his life testing how far the mind can leap before it breaks. Fire can sear flesh from the bone but it was the illusions he has perfected over centuries that can make an individual question their very reality.

Lucius leaned against the bar wearing one of his many masks, certain that his normal appearance would not gain him the results he needed from tonight. A number of rings, imbued with powerful magics, were worn on his fingers in case of an emergency given the highly dangerous nature of what he was here for. The fake ID was child's play to acquire and needed only a simple spell, perfect enough to fool the bouncer who undoubtedly was a tad buzzed himself. He turned inward to face the bartender, offering a suave smile at the female and displayed the back of his wrist "Well hello there beautiful, one razerac if you would." He stated flirtatiously, giving a small wink while he put on a perfect Yorkshire accent. His identity was that of a foreign exchange student studying at the nearby university. The bartender smiled back and nodded "I'll get right on it."

Casually he turned back around to observe the rest of the club and the dance floor in particular. A semi-famous DJ was schedule for tonight so the crowd was a bit larger than normal, which also meant that the number of sharks in the water would be greater. Lucius also caught the brief gazes of the two men who had came with him, members of his coven to help with tonight's prey. Given that they were on a tight time-frame and had a sizable quota, this would not be the only hunting grounds they visited tonight. The sizable supernatural population here certainly suited his needs, but the number of strategic players present concerned him.

His requested drink was placed on a neon-colored coaster on the bar top behind him "Cheers!" He called out to the bartender as he took the drink in his hands to take a sip. The burning sensation as it went down his throat was delightful and its taste was not half bad, though he did miss the beverages of his time in Europe. While he awaited a target to present itself, he pondered how the local art exhibition was fairing. It was tempting to make an appearance to see what Americans considered art these days but such an event was likely to draw the kind of crowd he was hoping to avoid tonight. As these and other thoughts crossed his mind, his eyes connected with a rather attractive red-headed woman who was heading his way. Hidden amidst the sultry and flirtatious looks, were the signs of the primal hunger he had been searching for. It seems that one of the sharks had taken the bait, now it was simply time to reel them in.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Time: Sunset
Location: Sorrel's Apartment
Interaction:@Tae - Sorrel

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Volfango raised his right eyebrow at the sound of a singular bark that came from inside the apartment, slightly surprised at his own ability to hear such a sound. He absolutely loved dogs as he grew up with four big ones in Italy, but he hadn't gotten one since he went to college as his lifestyle and schedule didn't really allow for one. Regardless of her furry guardian, Volfango stood upright and proud as he waited for the door to open and gaze upon his selected beauty for the night. When it did open, Volfango smiled wide at the sight of Sorrel, liking what he saw, as he handed her the fresh roses.

He let out a small laugh as he stepped inside "It is because you have captivated Volfango to do so. His voice proclaimed proudly, though as he looked around her apartment the tainted memories of his past relationship entered his mind. The feelings of that night and the following morning were still fresh in his mind, as well as the reality of his new life. Would this Sorrel call him handsome if she knew what he was now, or a monster? Volfango hoped their time together would be over before that question would be answered, unaware of the secondary agenda of his partner for the night. These ill feelings did not sit well with the energetic and positive Volfango.

Upon hearing her question, Volfango approached Sorrel and took her right hand gently in his while placing his other hand on top "Well, marvelous Volfango would like to take the sweet Sorrel to the art exhibition tonight. After that, Volfango shall treat the exquisite Sorrel to dinner." The tall, Italian man looked down into the green eyes of Sorrel bearing a great smile. "Of course, no painting will be able to compare to the living art that is yourself." The words rolled each other in smooth succession. Confident as he was in himself, there was the ever-increasing call of the beats that threatened to cut the night short.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Time: Dusk
Location: Alexei's
Interaction: None
Jams: "All our times have come, Here but now they're gone..."

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Helene wrapped her own arms around herself as she got back on the asphalt roads of Ember Grove, a nervous look in her eyes as she avoided the gaze of every person that walked past. Her movements were twitchy as though she had consumed a large dose of caffeine. Phantom voices whispered in her ear and formless shapes threatened her from the corners of her eyes while the growing hunger inside her pushed her more and more to satisfy it. Her mother had taught her to be a respectable lady in every situation but she couldn't help it as she was just so scared. Dread loomed over the inevitable decision that she would have to make. Her life or someone else's. Helene wanted it to be as painless as possible. The thought of making another suffer was almost too much.

That was why she decided to make her way into the center of town to Alexei's, where a number of back alleys and drunken patrons would give her ample options. There was no way she could be like her mother and seduce her target into a false sense of security before striking. If she tried to get to know her...victim, then she doubt she would be able to go through it. Every step she made she felt she was being watched from afar by a being with killer intent, yet she could not hear or see anything which made it all the more terrifying. After a long, grueling walk she arrived in front of Alexei's almost stumbling like she was already tipsy. "Helene...daughter of Catherine of the Sinclare Clan...you can do this." She whispered to herself for encouragement.

Helene walked through the front doors and was greeted with her first ever sight of an American dive bar. This already would have been a lot under circumstances. She gave a faint smile to the man who stood at the door and gave her the bracelet, informing her of its purpose. She nervously held her hands to her chest as she made her way to table off to the side, constantly looking over her shoulder as pictures and objects on the wall would shift and distort before snapping back to normal "Hello, welcome to Alexei's! My name is Sierra. Here's a menu as well as our special tonight! Can I get you something to drink?" The bubbly waitress said, catching Helene off-guard as she forgot for a moment where she was "Blood!" The word slipped right from her mouth, before she realized what she said and looked at the drinks menu in panic "A b-bloody mary, p-please!" Helene quickly corrected herself, though the waitress gave her an odd look "You got it, be out in a bit." Helene nodded quietly as Sierra left her table, desperately trying not to fidget in her chair as she could almost feel the blood coursing through the waitress's veins.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Time: Crepuscolo
Location: Volfango's apartment ----> Sorrel's Apartment
Interaction:@Tae - Sorrel
Jams:"Put the devil to the side, got an angel on my shoulder..."

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"You...are the most beautiful, most magnificent creature Volfango has ever laid his precious eyes upon. A body chiseled to perfection, a smile brighter than the largest star! Truly, the heavens have sent an angel to Earth." The words rolled over each other seamlessly through his accent. "Tonight...shall be a great night."

Volfango stared at the reflection of his bathroom mirror for a few seconds longer looking for any faults in his image but of course, there was none. He already slipped into one of his tailor-made, custom suits that he liked to wear for special occasions like this. There was supposedly an art exhibition at the University and he figured it would be the perfect date, though he it would be his first time at such an event in America. A little cultural indulgence followed by some fine wine and dinner then letting the night go as it pleased. Just as he was about head out of his apartment and make way for Sorrel's, he felt a sudden and quick pain through his head that caused him to fall forward and brace himself on the sink. When he looked into the mirror, his eyes had changed into a bright yellow and his canine teeth had grown in size. Volfango gritted his teeth and forced himself into a normal state, but the implications were frightening even for him. His transformation was going to happen regardless of how fiercely he resisted its call. There had to be someone else that could help him. He steadied himself and fixed the collar of his shirt, it would have to wait until tomorrow. Volfango was never someone to keep a hot date waiting. He left his apartment and went to retrieve his ZR1 Black Corvette, but not before blowing a light kiss to the receptionist on his way out. A real handsome, charming fellow he was.

The streets of Ember Grove were bustling as usual but that did not prevent him from arriving to Sorrel's apartment on time, parking just outside the front entrance. The driver side door of his corvette lifted up with a soft hiss as he stepped out, confidence in every step as he walked forward. Excitement and anticipation fueled him as he lifted his hand and knocked three times on the wooden door, the other hand holding a bouquet of red roses "The most handsome and magnificent Volfango has arrived for the beautiful and sweet Sorrel." His voice called out.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Time: Sunset
Location: Beach
Interaction: None

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Helene stood barefoot on the wet sand as the icy-cold water gently rolled over her toes while she inhaled the unmistakable smell of the sea. The sunset here was just as pretty as the first time she stepped onto this beach but it was missing something special. Her lips turned into a small frown as she thought about Boris and the promise they had made. There had been so much that had happened to her today, from getting the audition to selecting some more "appropriate" clothing. A black leather half-jacket covered her shoulders that would otherwise be exposed by the dress she wore. She loved the way it started red at the bottom and faded into a faint pink at the top, adorned with a floral pattern she found quite cute. Her hands turned into fists so tightly that they began to break her skin as a burning anger consumed her. He had promised! They may be different but it shouldn't matter! Helene fell to her knees and began to pound the sand with her iron-clenched fists "Why? Why aren't you here?!?" She cried out into the air as tears began to gently fall down her cheeks "I need you to be here..."

Her body froze as she heard another pair of footsteps just behind her. Cautiously she turned around as there he was, the only true friend she was able to make in this strange new world she found herself in "I-I wouldn't break our promise..." His said with that shy smile of his. Helene excitedly leaped to her feet and ran towards him "I knew you wou~" Just as her arms were about to wrap around him, he vanished into the air. Helene trembled as he looked down at her hands and saw nothing "No...no he was right there..." She muttered to herself. It suddenly began to feel uncomfortable in her own skin as panic began to set in as well as the hunger. The nature of herself she was so desperately trying to avoid. Boris was not going to come and it wouldn't be long before the hunger drove her mad "I...can...I can...hold on a...little longer. I..." Helene didn't want anyone to come to harm but it was the reality of her species. She was not obvious as to the consequences. It had been roughly two days since her last meal and the effects were near debilitating. The only option was to find a suitable...target...and made it quick while she still had some faculties.

Helene began to walk off the beach, retrieving her shoes that she had tossed in the sand. A growing feeling of fear took hold of her as she considered that once she begins to feed, she might not stop. All she wanted to do was sing and play her violin for people to enjoy and bring them closer together, but tonight she might end up tearing someone apart.