Post by `Cynthia Gage on Dec 6, 2008 23:18:11 GMT -5
Cynthia found herself at Barry's pub, famous for it's low-lifes and general scum of L.A. This was a spot that Cynthia liked to feed most; not a lot of other vampires knew about it, and the people she killed here were usually people that didn't wind up on the front page of the newspaper, if in the papers at all for being missing. The people who drank here did not mean much to the world, which was wonderful for Cynthia. It meant hassle-free dinners. Their losses were her gain.
She entered the pub dressed scantily, her mouth watering just as much as the horny men who eyed her when she stepped into the door. The bartender knew who she was; every now and then, she would leave with one lucky guy. He always resented the guys for getting to leave with her, for getting a chance, while he had to work. Perhaps he was luckier than he thought.
Cynthia sat down at the bar and after a few minutes, had picked her mark. She was chatting him up for a good few minutes, flirting with him, and had even gotten far enough to ask him if he'd like to go to a place that was a little more private, when she heard her name being called from behind. She cringed. There weren't many people who knew her name and lived to call her by it...
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Post by Ares Lusitani on Dec 7, 2008 22:30:08 GMT -5
[im not really sure if i can post here, so if i cant just say the word.]
Ares moved silently down the street. Her mind had been buzzing for nearly an hour, and not from any alcoholic beverages. The man she was tailing was roughly three inches shorter than her, and had more than once glanced back at where she was in the shadows - but he didn't think there was anything to worry about. It was clear in his swagger, and his overall confidence. He was certain that he would go home satiated tonight. Ares couldn't keep the cruel smile off her face. The confidence he wore like a coat only increased her excitement - tonight, after nearly two months, she would kill. Her fingers clenched and unclenched as she anticipated the fear blossoming in his eyes and the half-muttered scream. A shiver went down the vampire's back. She had to pause as she felt her fangs extend and venom pool in her mouth.
The man moved to the side of the sidewalk and pushed into a what looked, smelled, and sounded like a lowly bar. Ares paused outside the door, lip curling. She could always just wait outside. A few minutes to a few hours had no meaning to her. However, she didn't feel like sitting in the dark. Boredom had long since invaded her mind, and she needed a spark, a flash of something new. So, with that thought in mind, she pushed into the bar. Her eyes swept the room and she easily found the man sitting alone at a table, already nursing a beer. She rolled her eyes and paused. The distinct scent of vampire was clear even through the muck of stale ale and cheap cigarettes. Ares walked slowly, drawing the gazes of many of the male specimens surrounding her. She'd mistakenly allowed Jennifer to take her out shopping, and had ended up in leather pants and a leather jacket, with a simple teal bra beneath it. Well, it seemed she fit in among the few bikers roaming about the bar.
She pinpointed her gaze on the female vampire sitting at the bar and wasn't surprised to see that she actually knew her. She'd met the younger vampire a few times in passing, and now called out to her, not worried about interrupting what looked like the prelude to a feeding. Ares reached Cynthia and the man, sitting to Cyn's left. She lifted two fingers to signal the bartender her order and turned to her fellow vampire. "It's not nice to play with your food, Cynthia." Her voice was light, breezy, unhurried. She smiled at the young man. "You'd better watch out for this one. She's a biter." Her topaz eyes twinkled playfully as she turned back to get her beer.