Twilights Regret: Curse by The Sun

[Noir]

The brisk wind blew through the cracks of the ship there where many places for rats to hind within the vessel. The was young the sun had yet to clear the surrounding clouds twilight still held sway within the sky. Vibrant oranges set the sky on fire, smooth and milky pinks flowed into darker purples and blues, and all of this she missed. The sky and it's light rejected her. The sun blessed were now prey unto a new creature of unwarranted darkness. The blades of light which cloud reach her singed the skin and shattered her sleep. The day had found her once again. Was it not dark enough for her to venture out yet? she question alone to no one who could hear or understand her. She had awoken alone amongst great flames far from home and any one who loved her. Though fear rattle her cage some thing far more sinister bounced through her mind. Trying to shoot down the thought she bit her lip...maybe the pain would stop the deep depraved feeling of hunger.

The Hunger was intense in its engrossing snare there was so much that did not make sense. Memories flashed before her their meanings fading. The connections between them where severed it felt like a hand of the man engraved in her mind dipped within and tore them as she focused harder on them. She had been memorized by his will and authority. She could feel he was no longer with her the comfort of him sleeping beside her was one he had left this world but his power resided within her now. What was the power though she wondered as she attempted to get to her feet. Starved but unable to eat it was a grim fate. To not be able to sustain ones self was a grim feeling. She had tried in the dead of night to eat food from within the soaked bowels of the iron titan. Sadly it was to no avail every thing tasted as ash would taste and she went with out. Kneeling now, she witnessed the the last fading lights of the cursed sun sinking bellow the seas. It was time to venture out entranced she could sense some thing a miss.

Crawling out from where she hid see could smell the sins of the flesh all around her, she had ignored it to start but no longer could she sit in the stagnation. The crew of the ship had the smell of grim choices and bad consequences, but beneath that some thing more sanguine screamed out she could smell it when they took breath. Every waking moment was comparable to torture her skin crawled at the thought of what would have to be done. Any time one came to view pulsating veins...arteries causing ripples just beneath the skin. Within their evil she could almost sense her salvation. The life of one for her own. They where disgusting vile and unwashed heathen crying out for destruction. Salivating as she thought her jet ebon thoughts of crimson delights. Grimm where her intentions as she stepped into the hall and out of her cold crack.

She seemed to leave with the Crack the scared shell of a seventeen year old lost and home sick what stepped out was the blood lust the craving it consumed her. Nothing more then a monster she quietly bounced down the hall her graceful strut could miss lead all around of her true nature. Her frail innocent frame betrayed the seriousness of the beast which held it's grimacing true face down until now.Standing before her a killer of men standing almost to the ceiling with a wingspan the size of the hall, he was evil incarnate. He was one who was not talked about. His name was to be whisper in prayer for any louder this boogieman would hear and come to deliver his foul promise.

Almost separated from her body she could herself uttering words unto him. This was cray no one in their right mind would every do this, he was evil incarnate murder and rape where nothing to him. His was response though hazy flutter to her but it seemed her body reacted accordingly. Instinct had take over though new it held strong it was out for blood and she could feel the compulsion to partake in its depravity. Though a steps away she could feel his grimy skin it was as if he had never washed ever before. With a growl her sight faded to black and she lost her self in the hunger....

Upon waking she found his head in her lap both he and her must have met the pavement. But for reasons unknown she still lived he was dead. Drained of all life giving blood. the coppery tasted of blood did not fill her mouth though the sweet indescribable flavor swishing around her mouth must have been some thing else. f this was the case why did she feel cake up blood on her face and upon her dress. The sobering conclusion that she had drained this pour man was more then was manageable for her at the moment dropping her head down she made peace finally with what she had become. Her life had been stolen and she now walked the night as a ghastly ghoul a shadow upon the walls never would she know the comfort of her peaceful life with her parents in the far away country side away from the wars of this land.

There she lay bathed in the blood of the first...but not the last who would fall victim to her.

[cherry]

Cherry walked along the cold harbor. Her footsteps echoing with every step. She pulled her hood over her hair and let her long, blood red hair cascade down her side in a long braid.

She was so thirsty and her blood supply had run out. Her throat burned with eagerness and Cherry's fangs showed. each person who passed her was a walking blood bag. Cherry wanted blood so bad. But she learned to control her thirst and ignored the humans.

She stopped in the middle of the harbor. A sweet familiar smell filled the air. It wasn't human, nor, fairy, nor Lycan. It was all too familiar. It was the smell of vampire's blood. It wasn't her friend, Vyell. it was different. Young, frisky, sweet blood. Cherry's purple yes started to glow red and her fangs grew larger. She started dot walk quickly, searching for the smell.

[Noir]

Allowing tears of pain but not anguish to fall from her eyes she knew what she was and now there was no hiding it she had killed. She was stained by the blood of her conquest but still she hungered. This unnatural urge disgusted her there was nothing beautiful about this curse. Why did he choose her to walk the night. What had she done to warrant such a punishment. A cold chill ran down her spine she could sense she needed to leave the crew would not be slow to catch wind of this treachery. Though the blood was gone the smell of death filled the corridor she had know that if she did not leave soon she would find the sharp part of the sword protruding from her chest.Pushing the corpse away she feel that nagging voice in the back of her head buzzing with dark intention. It wished to stay it wished to be appeased it wanted to kill every one. fighting back this urge the girl stumbled to her feet once more.

Blood stained the walls there was a struggle but it appeared she had won the altercation but at what cost. Where was her humanity why had her mind slipped. There was some thing vile on he inside now it had been growing as they sailed the wicked murky abyss. Though she played the part of the fool she knew what script had been written for her. For this act in the play...home was not an option. She would simply have to travel, to find a promise of a new life that was the goal. The validity of this her new life was going to be put the test. Long legs carried her quickly but quietly from the bowels of the ship to the deck. She had not graced this stage with her presence since the journey had began. The smell of salt grace the air it was thick and viscous if she had not been inside that ship the whole time she was sure the smell of it would have driven her mad.

With a glance over the side she knew they had made it to the big city she could now blend in and hide out no one would know her perhaps that was best. Giving little to the sway of self preservation she threw herself over broad. Hitting the wooden dock hard all in the area would hear her for the night was still far to young to keep hidden her brutish prancing. The night was cold for the winds of the sea swept against the buildings creating the deathly howl. The eerie tune greeted her for it was the music with her very soul. The colors of life where gone and the meaning of her name was clear black and white, the monotone gloom would follow her the rest of her days. With the lust for blood sit pounding at the back of her mind she continued on her path toward the main walk way towns bowels would not be to far from here. Though the people of the area saw her fall not many cared this place was harsh it would suite her now in this condition. Through the crowds one person came into her vision and her crimson hair seemed to glow even at this time of night.

This person not to far who could they be was she friend or was she fiend...some thing about her felt similar but why?

[cherry]

Cherry heard the sound of a body hit the wooden dock. Cherry didn't pay no mind. Living in Zationia, accidents and killings were daily and no one really paid attention to those things anymore. Cherry's thirst for blood became stronger. She put down her hood Nady walked into the shadows of two buildings.

She covered her mouth with her hand and her nose with the other. The smell of blood as another woman passed made Cherry want to suck her dry. But she couldn't. It would have been too horrible and she didn't want everyone to know she was a vampire. Vampire hunters would stake her before she had a chance to react.

Cherry put her hands down and tried to calm herself but her thirst was restless. It urged her to blood as it pulled her back into the city streets. Cherry put her hood up again to block the sun as she spied a young girl in the crowd. Cherry looked at her and smelled her blood. This was the vampire she had smelled not to long ago. She was a new vampire. Cherry looked down at the ground as she continued to walk, disappointed. Such a young girl and her human life had been taken away from her. Her blood said that she was scared, confused and her spirit was live and frisky.

[Noir]

The front of her dress drenched in blood she continued along her path through the crowd of those who worked the docks in the late twilight. None would bother her they all had far to much to do. Though she could feel another she tried to shut out that thought she wanted not to meet with any one. Murder still hung to low on her brow for her to ask questions. Almost as if in a daze, the people around her just mere shadows there was nothing but the choice to keep moving. Keep moving until stopped by fate. Though lady luck dealt her a bad hand she stay fast to her dependence upon the fabled dame. Still slightly famished she wondered there was not enough concentration in her to keep her thoughts away from the man she had killed. He was standing one moment in front of her and then the next his sanguine life force was drained and he pale as a ghost found his way into her lap. What had she done how did he end up this way she questioned her self almost aloud.

Grim and lifeless was her stare blood caked around her visage, no longer able to hold out against the new influx of emotions and urges. her pace slowed and her feet stopped. Whipping coagulated blood from her cheek she looked round one good time. Every one in the area reeked of life giving blood. Feeling herself slipping once more she quickly fell into the same daze as before. With a crimson gleam of malevolence she was gone and instinct was once again her master. Picking a man relatively, she made haste to be at his side. With a tap on his shoulder her dark intentions flowed forth her mind was connecting with his already. This would make the draining of his blood oh so much easier."Oh...sir I require but a moment of your time," she said with a sly grin. Licking her lips released an erotic tension to the statement.

He was a hefty man almost three times her size this made things oh so much better for he was within her power a slave of the mind and shackled to her will. Pushing him back and up against the wall close behind him. she knew what he was after her power forced that state upon him. But sadly he would never receive what he aimed for. Leaning in to him she slowly placed her lips upon his skin of his neck. soon his joy would turn to pain and he would be no more. Allowing her fangs so slide down and out she put pressure upon the skin. Though he worked these docks his skin was soft and eager for her fang. Neck seeping with her prize she slowly dug her fangs in releasing from him his sanguine delights. Flowing forth from his strong sun tanned neck was blood and it was engorged by the child before she even knew what was happening. Again her power had allowed her another taste of blood.

Quickly catching on to what she was doing she tried but to no avail to pull away. Pulling away broke her concentration though and her charm quite quickly began to dissipate and the man caught wind of what was going on. Canines now off his neck she attempted to step back. But sadly now out of the daze her prey became very angry. Screaming at the top of his lungs in rage and hate he threw his large tree trunk like arm at the girl. This blow not only knocked off her feet but sent her a ways away from the man. In the right mnd sadly her powers did not respond to her and so therefore another charm was out of the question. On her ass mouth full of blood she looked up his rage had not subsided yet he was going to crush the little vampire.

[cherry]

Cherry watched the vampire go into an ally and bring a man in with her. Cherry stood where she was. Her thoughts were curious about the vampire. If she was new and had no master, her life would turn out to be a complete disaster. The same thing happened to Cherry.

She woke up in an apartment. Cold, wet and hungry for blood. She was shocked when she finally realized she was a vampire. Allergic to sunlight, garlic and silver and the horrible taste for blood. She promised herself never to drink from humans though. It seemed wrong and disgusting. Learning how to be a vampire on you own was never easy.

She started to walk toward the ally when she heard the man scream. Her fangs popped out and she ran into the ally. He had thrown the little vampire onto the ground and was about to kill her with a wooden board. Cherry ran at him and pushed him to the wall as the board fell out of his hands.

She saw the blood running down his neck from where the girl bit him. Cherry's eyes grew a dark, hungry red. She couldn't resist her mouth went to the man's neck and she started to suck the blood out of him. With her free hand and covered his mouth as his screams were muffled. She sucked the blood as her eyes grew a lighter red and back to the regular dark purple. Cherry let the man drop to the cold ground, dead as a doornail. He was pale and no blood was in his system anymore. She looked down at the man and felt so disappointed in herself. Her promise had been broken and she felt worse then horrible.

Cherry remembered the small vampire girl behind her. She turned around and slowly stomped her way over to her. She looked down upon her. The front of her dress was drenched in blood and her mouth was full of blood also. Cherry pitied the vampire. It looked like her a few decades ago. Alone, scared and hungry for blood so bad you would kill every human in sight. Cherry sighed of contentment.

"Are you okay?" She asked in her usual cool, silky voice.

[Noir]

The new woman the one she had sensed had come out from the shadow and revealed the obvious she was damned to walk the night she was vampire as well. Evil stagnant in the flesh, forced to steal life from those whom the sun blessed. She quickly to the assailant unto her arms. It was his end swift as he was he was no match for a full fledged Vampire. As his strength left him and he fell to the ground a cold silence filled the alley. There was but one last thing to do. There was the thank you that must have been in order at this point. As she looked back toward the blood soaked teenager a cold but sober breeze rolled by the trans which gave birth to this moment in all it cruelty and horror had begun to break. Coming back around her eyes left the man whom she helped to maim and damn to the ever engrossing void. The hunger had faded with this second feeding and now the time for concerns could come forth.

As the blood haze lifted and receded Noirene became herself in full. The shock of her hitting the filthy floor bellow her must have done it. Strange she thought of how dirty the floor was when she herfelf was covered in blood dirt and grime. Noir had been on her own for only maybe a few weeks but already she looked as if she had been by herself for years. Her eyes dark and listless shown no signs of hope the rose tinted sun glasses where gone she could wait no longer for life to get better. Her unlife had began with her waking in fire maybe that's how it would end she thought to her self.Spitting the left over blood from her mouth her eye quickly darted up what would this one bring to the table she thought. Vampires where cold dark and seductive what good could come of this. Her mind raced impulses, urges, and fears all flashed up a simple question to her answer was not possible. she herself contemplated magnitude of her answer. Bracing herself Noir wiped the last of the blood from her face before she took her time to answer.

"I am a walking corpse...vile and grotesque...I can never be okay and neither can you ...and we both know this," she said tears of pure contempt for the night in her eyes she had know what was going on and there was no way this could be the way of things until the Ragnarok. Regret building behind her words she continued on to her next thought her voice getting louder as her emotions which she herself had repressed came to the forefront. Anger for the abhorrent Hippocrazy of living to take live, sadness for the detestable way in which she was forced to act and lastly rage blind and pure for the one who gave her no choice. Forcing her self off the ground she could feel her body recovering, a new strength filled her a power just so intoxicating. There was only one price sanguine essences must be paid for power such as this a sacrifice of immense moral complications.

"Leave me foul creature, already I have been given this foul curse...this being my first time I don't wish to continue...this foul existence ," she said pressed up against the cold Brick like structure behind her. The alley was devoid of even moon light the face of her help still cloaked in shadow forced Noir to consider this a ploy. Vampires where not the type to help any one she thought to herself. They were monsters this is what she was taught it had to be true.....

[cherry]

Cherry looked down at the ground. She knew how this girl felt. When you realize you have become a vampire, it's the most horrible feeling. Knowing your dead, yet you walk the Earth drinking blood. The feeling is indescribable. It's scary, confusing, and for some reason you just want to die. Cherry helped the girl up. "Don't tell yourself that. We all know it's true. But we can return to normal lives if we teach ourselves how. First, we need to get that blood off your dress. And we need to get you out of this ally, before anybody sees us with this man."

Cherry put down her hood and looked at the girl and it was like looking into a mirror. Her hair was darker than Cherry's, and her skin was darker, but Cherry could feel her thoughts and some how wanted to help her. Cherry sighed and tried to hold back tears. "We don't have to be monsters." She told the girl. "That's a choice. I can teach you, to be a vampire who can co-exist with humans. You can drink from animals...not humans."

Chery helped the girl steady herself and looked at her. "I am Cherry Compton. A few decades ago, I was you. I don't remember anything of my human life...so what did I do? I made a life of my own as a vampire. I didn't choose to be a monster or a human killer. Yes, I did drink from that human...but the blood was too tempting. I was so thirsty and I hadn't drank for five days. But I can teach you to resist the temptation. I can show you how to hunt and not kill humans. Please trust me." Cherry said as she held the hand out to the girl.

She was hoping the girl would take her hand. Another friend would most likely bring her joy. She kept a straight face and looked the girl dead in the eyes. The girl's master was obviously dead or abandoned her. Just like Cherry's Master did. She watched the girl's expression. "I know you must miss your human life...your family...but you have to trust me...I can help you." Cherry told her.

[Noir]

Now upon her feet she waited a moment before saying any thing this new one she had many words for her but they were just words. The things people say promises are fleeting and shallow talk always came to the fore front. Falling back she hit the cold wall behind her. she had the strength to stand but she choose to lean in the shadows of the alley for this. Though her words felt genuine it was to much to ask to ask her to take her a hand and help her. Noir was angry, though not at her for she did nothing to warrant it. None the less she was angry, a feeling had been welling up, a felling of deep inner turmoil which had to escape from any outlet she could find. It had fond it's aperture...it was a small laugh. Her head gradualy sank as her laugh grew into a full and rude display. A girlish giggle though faint at first it gain momentum and became a great fracture in the alley. Her chortle was booming and all consuming for it cause her body to almost convulse wildly. "Your talk is all well and good ma'am but you wish to help with an addiction you have not beet yet...." She said lifting her head slowly once more. On its way down her hair fell forward and cover most of her face. Nothing but crimson locks and bright fire colored eyes could be seen as she spoke."I'm sorry but together it seems we will be doing far more harm then good ma'am," she said pushing herself of the wall

"Besides What guarantee do I have that this is not a trick you vampires are not know for your honesty...." she said speaking as if she was not the very same blood sucking creature as the woman she was talking to. Though she needed a home maybe a friend it was not like her to be all that trusting all that fast. This one so far had not been all that trustful due her little display just a few seconds ago. Animal blood sounded better then human blood but that idea in it's self was quite disgusting. She had never heard of such a practice but hell if it could keep her from tearing into the throats of any and every one around her then why not give it a shot. While she had the attention of this woman she figured it would be a good time to start asking about the basics for she was new to even those.

Though seriously considering her offer due to the huge and glaring point that she had very few other options, she had to make it look as if she was not all that desperate."I am not sure that i will go with you but for now we should leave this ally way that man over there will begin to stink soon i figure. She said looking over at the burly man slumped over drained of blood and more likely than not beginning to rot. "Oh that reminds me we will never speak of my previous life it's private and personal..." she said looking out now away from the dead man. she was drifting off as if in a deep memory...of good byes never said and loves never requited back unto her. She would stay with this one until she could fend for herself...and then after that she did not know. Forever was a long time to be a teenager.

With out taking her hand she turned to face the outside of the alley. The night was still young and the sickly sweet smell of blood languished in the air around them. It twas not long before the humans caught on to this as well. Even after two feedings she could feel that lust for blood still there in the back of her mind, scratching at her mind with fierce obsession. It was not likely the blood and gri of her trip was going to come off her dress for it was white a long time ago. Gloom hung down over the scene for a macabre air permeated the small crevasse where a mans life was snuffed out by two walking corpses.

[cherry]

Cherry rolled her eyes at the young vampire. Vampires like here just need to get up, shake off the dust and make the best of life. That's Cherry's motto. Cherry sighed and pulled her hand down. Her offer was gone. She tried to help here and if she didn't want help, she's not gonna give it. Why waste your time with someone when they don't even want it?

"At least you used to have a family." Cherry muttered under her breath. Well, technically, she doesn't have any breath. Cherry didn't remember any of her previous life. Her human life had been wiped from her memory when she was turned. It tortured Cherry and she always envied vampires who knew they had a family...security...love. She wanted to know her family, she wished all vampires knew their families. It's not fair when you get turned into a vampire. But some of us are just unlucky. Like herself and this girl. Cherry stopped and headed the other way out of the ally.

"I know a little shop down here...we can wash you dress, if you want. I wouldn't go around Zationia with a huge bloodstain on my dress. Especially if your a vampire. Humans don't exactly care about vampires parading around...but you'll get vampire hunters chasing you around if you are caught or even accused of drinking and killing a human."

Cherry slowly walked down the ally, she turned back. "What's you name?" She asked quietly. It would be nice to know the name of a person you're trying to help. Cherry closed her eyes and could tell the girl was still thirsty for blood. "Block your thoughts." Cherry told her. "You have to learn to ignore you thirst. You just drank some of this man's blood and i can tell you killed another. Your mind is telling you that you need more blood, when in reality, you don't." That's something Cherry learned a long time ago. "That's lesson one." Cherry said.

Cherry leaned against the opposite wall and looked up at the moon. Cherry was a very upfront person and she couldn't help but want to help this poor girl. Cherry bit her lip. Why did she want to help her? It's like she knew her or something. But Cherry couldn't recognize her face. Maybe it was just because she didn't want this girl growing as a vampire without a Master or a guardian. It was hell for her. She would have done anything for a Master to show her the ropes. "Oh," Cherry was reminded. "Don't drink from humans. I know I drank from this man but...he was gonna kill you...and i couldn't have that. But don't drink from them. And if you are that thirsty, do it in private and hide the body." Cherry told her. "That's Lesson number two."

[sheneneh]

The wind blew against the building as Errol angles his crossbow into the back of the vampire standing on the ground below. Errol was being extremely quiet and calm. One move and the vampire could kill him in a second. His hatred for vampire always urged him to get the kill just right. He had finally got his crossbow lined up, the wood sticking to his sweaty fingers and sweat pouring down his head and his teeth were grinding. He finally took a small breath and fired. A small scream followed as the arrow hit the vampire in the back and the body slowly dropped to the ground and turned to dust. Leaving the man's clothes behind.

Errol lowered his crossbow and sighed relief. he shoved his crossbow back into his bag and jumped down to the empty street from a series of fire escapes and boxes. He got his small camera out of his pocket and took a picture of what used to be Harold Winchester. A large, powerful vampire who Errol's boss wanted to get rid of a long time ago. he put the camera back into his pocket and started back to the empty warehouse.

Errol pushed through the double doors of the warehouse and sauntered over to where the three men were playing cards. Errol slammed the picture of the vampire down onto the table. "He'd dead. Where's my payment?" Errol droned.

"Wait," His boss said. "Before I pay you, I have one more job for you." Errol pulled up a chair and listened. "I just got tipped that there are two female vampire in the Harbor. one of them might have killed a man on a ship and they both killed one man in an ally. I heard they both have red hair. One crimson and one blood red. You won't miss 'em. Make me proud." Errol nodded and picked up his bag.

He made his way to the harbor and started looking for the vampire. What angered him most is that his family was killed by vampires for pleasure. He couldn't wait to find them and put a stake through their hearts. Just the thought made him smile.

[Noir]

Help was like pity to Woman of deep and crimson locks she had a strong prideful streak from her u bringing and to accept help was a bit more then she could admit at this time, aloud any way. but she was glad to have some sort of guide to the world of unforgiving darkness. She was becoming more and more fond of her new acquaintance by the second though she was bratty and slightly annoying the vampire wanted to help her genuinely and with no string attached from what she could tell. These thoughts came to a bit of a halt when she mentioned that she did not remember her human family. Though she did not directly say these words she did imply that she did not. The heart ache Noir felt over never being able to return to her home was devastating. A life blessed by the sun, a life of ease and almost no hardships had ever come her way...and all she had to do was dance. That life had made her soft fleshy and easily maimed by the fractured hellish nightmare world she found her self in now. Maybe it was best to forget where one had come from seeing how they would never be welcome ever again. In a sigh she uttered"It racks the heart with grief torments the mind to remember such things."

Taking a step from out into the light cast by the port side street Noir threw off the grey shackles of the grim acts that had transpired. The blood upon her white dress had dried and so it had begun to become a color more a kin to brown. It twas disgusting and she had to disrobe quickly for it was the grizzly evidence of her crimes. She was not likely to ever want to wear the dress ever again and so she hope her new fried would be willing to help her acquire slightly less bloody garments."Maybe we could acquire fresher garments for these maybe a bit past their prime...they smelled like corpse when I awoke and so therefore they still do," she had taken her first steps in to the moon less cascade of darkness within that gown and a so it was the first and last gift given to her by her Sire before his death. But sadly it did not mater the gift was sullied when she got it for it was not given to her she was thrown into it to start he unlife.

When The Compton woman turned her way she took a second to open her mouth she was to speak but what would she say. she did not officially accept the help and so therefore she could not even thank her. Her hubris and pride had held her down she was far to noble still for this life, she would have to change to suite this life. Still in silence the Compton spoke first and asked for her name. Often it was formal when meeting your elder for one such as her to curtsy and introduce herself, and so not breaking from tradition she quickly took on the posture. Taking her dress into her hands she focused on Cherry's mouth for she had always been bad at maintaining eye contact. Lifting her gown but slightly before bending her knees and lowering her head." Negrescu, Noirene Negrescu, it's actually a bit funny my name means black, son of a black haired..." she was quickly cut off by the next comment and therefore she did not finish her small joke she often told to new people.

The woman in front of her talked about blood and telling her to ignore thoughts such as those. How could she know what was going on in her head. Why would she make a comment like that after all that had just happened. "Hey if your one of those mind reading vampires you might want to work on your creed for you could not be any more incorrect," she said elevating her chin it was quite clear that this one was from the upper crust of society for she was quite snotty with out trying to be. she often got quite offended rather quickly as well which was likely part of her problem with getting help."Thank you for your lessons but maybe we could discuss this some where, with a new dress and may be a shower for I think I that I maybe a bit of an eye sore in this condition you know," she said as she walked past her new mentor and into the port side street where they had come from.

In sort of a skip she felt a lot of her previous life and spring return to her in taking life she had gained it she was so much more herself after a quick few swigs of blood. Though it pained her to admit that she was now a creature which gained sustenance from from those who would have likely bared her no ill will had she not harbored dark intentions for them. This would be the norm by night a hunter by day asleep. A cycle so simplistic a child could understand but would a child blessed by the sun understand the machinations of of the invisible hand that guided them to ruin. The soft whisper of he beast constantly gnawing at them. Would this unlife end and bring into to being a new life out within the dark where there would be much gnashing of teeth and shedding of tears.

[cherry]

Cherry listened closely to Noirene. She turned and cut her off as she said her name. "I'm just gonna call you Noirene." Cherry tried to block Noirene's thoughts out of her head. She closed her eyes and soon her mine was blank except for her thoughts about what to do with Noirene. The poor thing was probably scared to death. As Noirene mentioned her clothes, Cherry thought. Well, my apartment's small...but it's nice. The bathroom is clean and maybe I could get her to stay there so she won't cause anymore trouble. Cherry thought to herself.

When Noirene contradicted her, Cherry turned around was about to tell her that she was much older and much stronger, but didn't. Noirene mentioned her dress again and Cherry nodded. "Yes, I know a small dress shop up the road in the alley. We'll stop there and pick you up a new dress before we head back to my apartment and you can shower."

Cherry gulped and looked into the street. She felt it was her responsibility to take care of this girl. And at night so when the vampire hunters are mostly active. Cherry had had a few run-ins with them herself and it was someone Cherry did not want Noirene to meet. They were ruthless and when you are staked as a vampire, it's ten times worse then when you were turned before. One book Cherry read described the pain as a fire starting at your heart then burning your body from the inside out. It was quick, but to a vampire it was long and painful.

Cherry stared down the street and saw no one. She saw Noirene walk into the street. "Noirene, I don't think we should walk in the street." Cherry whispered, grabbing Noir's arm, lightly, trying not to scare her or to seem demanding. She just cared for the girl's safety. "Even if there's nobody out, it's not safe. Come on, I think it's safer to go the back alleys. Besides, the dress shop is just two alleys away." Cherry told her.

Cherry let go of Noirene's arm and walked back wards into the alley waiting for her. Cherry hoped that Noirene would follow her. Cherry knew she could be standoffish and a bit rude, but she genuinely trying to help this girl. With all her dead beating heart. She also wanted to try and give her animal blood. If she could teach her to live on animal blood that would make Cherry happy. She also thought of the company. She was quiet and a intellectual, but Noirene seemed really sweet besides her bratty attitude right now and Cherry thought she could get along with her. She looked back and waited for her. "Believe me on this, the alley is safer."

[sheneneh]

Errol quietly, slowly walked through the streets, searching for any sign of the vampires. He saw one ship, stationed at the dock. Errol boarded it and found it empty and lifeless. Just what a vampire is. Errol cautiously searched the ship and found a dead, bloodless man in one of the rooms. Errol's eyes grew a brighter red as the memory of his brother flashed before his eyes after she was drained by a vampire. It sent a shock through his body.

He jumped down from the ship and landed on his feet on the dirty docks. Fish were scattered across it as the only light was from street lamps and the moon. Errol took the time to take his spear out of his bag and started to sharpen the tip with his small pocket knife.

Errol had studied vampires well. Blood. That is the number one thing that will lead you to vampire. Find blood and you find your vampires. Errol studied the dock from what he could see and found a small trail of blood. Errol walked beside it as he followed it through the streets.

[Noir]

The lights of the port side street flickered showing that this part of the cit had been quite under privileged. she had never been a part of such a scene before but to embrace the dark was to take within her all that she had not seen before. This was just going to have to be okay she thought as she kept on her way. It was slightly nerve racking to know that her new guardian had the power to enter her mind at will. But what else could she do, she had no other choice at the moment but to follow this one for she was the only vampire she had met and she had made promises. Even if she had met another vampire there was no guarantee it would be quite as nice as this one. Sadly the kindred weren't revered for their kindness. As she made her way into the street she felt the blood she had already consumed invigorate her it gave her strength and vitality. It was almost intoxicating second by second she could feel herself let more and more go, blood was like a fine wine aged to perfection served just bellow one hundred degrees. Inebriation was new and hit her harder than any blunt object ever could. As she drifted on she slowly began to stare down upon her dress. The very one she had been thrown into after her night preforming, the night of her death and the eve of her unbrith she was given this gift.

She almost missed the part when Cherry retorted about her comment about her dress. From simply looking at her dress she lost track of most her surroundings. The blood of two men stained the dress all of the front was covered in not only bloody splats but the the but of her gown had grime on it from being tossed to the floor. She had come from a world where any time some thing became even a tad bit tattered, it was replaced with out her knowledge and away from her view. This meant that she had no real knowledge of how to not only wash clothes but what to do with them when she was not wearing them. The sheltered life she had come from had robbed her of certain life experiences.

Snatching her took her from her trot back to the world of the waking. The Compton then spoke of the shop and how dangerous the streets where at night. For a vampire she worried a great deal. How much trouble could to vampires get in in he middle of the night. But making her way back from the street to the alley, she quickly caught and earful of some thing. The offbeat rhythmic piano's grand tone of that evening thundered through her thoughts. Blood this was the cause some thing had been the advent, the blood was bring forth some thing repressed by charm. As the events of the night played through her mind she caught new glimpses of objects and sounds lost to human over sight. Tunnel vision had set in all that could be seen where the events she lost. Luckily no one stood in her path for night held most to their beds the shackles of sleep where strong when locked by the light of the moon. Dreams held some to bed while nightmares catapulted some into the personal tartarus of ripping them from the sleep they craved. But some gave chase to beings within the waking world. To enveloped in her dance she would have no clue the eyes of the beast where upon her and the Compton.

And in a flash the embrace flashed unto her mind. She had share the same mind with her sire for a few seconds before she fade unto unconsciousness. It was the power of her sire to enter the minds of others. Though she had been given this in sight by blood she made a point not to utter a word of it to the woman beside her. It might be best to learn a bit before she even tried to show case this gift, her dark gift."Well if you think we should travel the back allies then sure why not," there was a hint of dis approval within her voice she did not like the idea at all. Two vampires scared to walk the streets it was ironic she saw vampires as predators but tonight she felt more like prey. She would simply continue her dance as they went along it was strange but she had never before simply felt the urge to simply dance before.

[cherry]

"Don't sass me, girl." Cherry hissed when she could hear the sarcasm in Noirene's voice. "There are vampire hunters wandering these street." Cherry whispered to her. "Do you wanna be killed?" Cherry hissed. Cherry huffed and continued to walk down the alley. She sighed and could see she was being a huge bitch. She turned around and faced Noirene. Her tone would probably either scare of anger Noirene and she didn't want her going off on her own. A new vampire wouldn't stand a chance against a hunter.

'Listen," She said, turning in front of Noirene and stopping her. "I'm sorry I'm so rude, I just..." Cherry didn't' know what to say. Cherry felt like ti was her responsibility to take care of this girl. More importantly, she felt like she knew her in a previous life. She could fell a connection in their blood. It boiled her blood and was about to drive Cherry insane. She could see Noirene was waiting for an explanation. "...um...come on, we better get to the dress shop. Then we could go back to my apartment and try to wash the blood out of your dress." Cherry didn't know if it would come out or not, but she would try.

She stomped her way though the alley and tried to block Noir's thoughts out of her head. The thing about her telepathic abilities is that she didn't want them. It was hard for her to block thoughts, it took almost all her energy. She turned the corner into the ally that the dresses shops back door was on. She smiled and quicken her pace. She stopped when she heard a rustle a few streets down. She could smell blood. Not from Noriene, from the streets. She turned around and smelt the blood stain on Noirene's dress. It matched.

Cherry stood to attention and looked around. She grabbed Noirene by the arm and started to pull Noirene over to the dress shop. She broke the door knob and pulled Noirene in. She put Noirene to the side in the shop and closed the door. She closed her eyes and searched for other mind, other then Noirene's. There was one. A man. But that's all Cherry could tell. "I"m afraid we're being followed." Chery sighed as she put her head against the door. She turned around and looked at Noirene. "Not to worry though. We're safe here...for now." Cherry warned. "Hurry and pick a dress. Anything you want." Cherry said, starting to pull some marks out of her pocket. "Just make sure it's under 300 marks." She flipped a light switch on and looked around the shop.

[sheneneh]

The blood topped at an alley. Errol got his spear out and cautiously made his way through the alley. he could smell the scent of vampires lingering in the alley. His hatred grew more and more as he thought about the man lying dead on the ship.

He traveled the alley and looked in every empty box and garbage can. he turned the corner and saw a light flicker on in a shop, He smiled a wicked grin and started for the shop

[Noir]

Cherry quickly seemed to be getting suspicious of some thing ,but Noir could not muster the reserve to be any bit of as serious as Cherry. Though she stopped her dance she could not help but look at Cherry as if she had two or three heads. She felt invincible maybe it was all the blood which ran through her body, but the feeling was quite incredible. Flames seemed to start from from her core, and they radiated out ward toward her extremities. It seemed to form a boldness which could crush stones under toe. A swelling of pride and hubris caused birthed sarcasm wit, and general discontent. "As you wish then," her tone tinged with hint of spite. Harshness would be returned with harshness, some thing had been stirred within the young woman fresh new life giving blood seemed to birth unfocused resentment.

Being stopped along heir walk the red head took the time to give what seemed like a genuine and heartfelt apology. Unfazed by the admission of wrong doing The freshly turned simply gave a look of quiet and unflinching intensity. Veins pumping courage and a mind set on nothing she was quite the empty vessel at this point. A rather vain grin rolled across her face as her eyes lit up, there was a foul scent in the air around her it was cruelty. Preparing to make a small comment she quickly took a moment to lick her lips, it was superfluous but she felt oh just to comfortable in her own skin. "It makes no difference I do believe this dress is starting to grow on me," Though Noirene herself would never be bold enough to speak words such as theses, a small sense of disregard seemed to envelope her. Stopping herself after allowing what was said to come out Noir stood in aw such a monstrous thought could not have come from her. She was not allowed to dwell on it though they had for some reason picked up the pace.

As cherry stomped through the alley way Noir could tell some thing was upon her mind. She was preoccupied with some thing and with the previous comment about the hunters being every where it twas not hard to paste the piece together. While nothing was said Noir could not help but notice she took a moment to catch sniff of her dress. She had noticed some thing but she still refused to talk it was quite unnerving to have such pressure on a night like this. So much had already happened and still it seemed demons of a far more repulsive nature had crept their way upon the scene. Tired of running but not willing to say any thing about it the blood stained beauty was given great comfort when the sanctuary know as the dress shop was with their crusted claws. She had been pulled by the arm for almost a block and a half with no words and so quickly the time for questions was approaching with reckless abandon.

With all the haste her vampire age would allow her Cherry filled with beyond inhuman resolve remove from their path the door like obstacle. At least they were within the shop the first and likely only object that would be achieved that night was completed. The question burning within her, needed to be asked for now safety was on the line. Clearing her throat Noirene opened her mouth and prepared to speak, but before a word could be uttered she answered as if knowing already what it was she wanted to know. They were being followed, but by who. Who within their right mind would even attempt to chase a creature attuned to hunt within the night. She was no expert but she knew exactly what each of her kills looked like. Bites along the neck just simply screamed VAMPIRE blatantly and with no remorse. This hunter must have been quite a man to follow such a dark creatures into the back alleys at night with alone.

After being told information of a hellish hound after their necks how could one simply go about the process of dress shopping. She tired to assure her of their safety but it mattered not, an image of a grizzly ghoul entered her mind. Eyes like fire would stare down upon them, intensity incarnate would singe the flesh before even setting a hand upon them. And with claws for hands he would rend their flesh from the bone with a singe swipe leaving behind nothing which could be identified. All this shot through her mind as she began to wonder the store. Shopping had seemed to lose some of its appeal when the thought of death loomed so close by. But with the thought of death came the thought of her sire he was powerful in her mind. A figure of unimaginable potency, he would simply command the beast to halt and it would do as he wished. And With that simple day dream an idea flashed up in her eyes. She had been of his blood could she do the same thing, it seemed worth a try.

Still feeling the exuberance of new blood she found that things she would often wear held no appeal to her. Her body young nubile and youthful almost begging to be exposed would be now. She had never in her life felt such freedom before. For once she would choose how she would be presented unto the world. Running her hands through the dress set out upon display she searched but did not yet know what it twas she searched for. Some thing within the store called to her but what dress was it. "You did say any dress..." though it was presented almost like a question it was not. It was simply to assess the position of the Compton on her modesty. She would not ask the question directly for it was not quite lady like and she was not yet that emancipated. Coming upon a jet black Corset made of what felt like silk she knew she had hit the mark. Embroidered with glowing golden hearts wrapped in throned vine, she knew it seemed to represent her at least for the moment and so it was a must. Making her way about the store once more the skirt she would wear alluded her. Nothing called to her the way the corset did.

Stopping upon a rather short black skirt only because it possessed strings and ribbons of a deep crimson nature, very similar her and Cherry's hair color. Snatching it up quick, fast, and in a hurry she move to the dressing room she would wear this one out she thought to herself as a bit of a personal joke. Before entering the room though she waved to give her an idea of where she was...just in case. Once inside she quickly went about the process of undressing. Taking lose the buttons which held her within the constraints of her dress. she quickly moved from the buttons to sliding down the sleeves of her dress. They where strangely tight for some thing thrown upon her...it was almost as if it was tailored to fit her but that could not be she had never seen it before....

[cherry]

Cherry watched Noir with superstition. She seemed suddenly, excited, almost. She picked out a dress quickly. A much different dress then the one she had on. But either way...Cherry didn't care. Her outfit was no lady's outfit anyway. A black trench coat, a short red dress with spaghetti straps and red pumps. Cherry liked the way she dressed and wouldn't changed it for anybody. Se especially loved her red pumps.

Cherry slowly surveyed the shop. She went behind the old, wooden counter and put 300 hundred marks on the counter. She might break in somewhere, but she wouldn't steal from them. Especially in front of Noirene. After looking through the windows and peeking out into the alley once more, she sat in one of the chairs next to the dressing rooms. Her one nail was chipped, which kind of pissed her off, but her pumps were ok. That's all that mattered.

Cherry searched into the many pockets of her coat and finally found her small, silver flask. She sighed relief. She slid the lid off and started to drink the animal's blood that was inside. Cherry took it away from her lips and wondered what it was. Scorpion? No, it would has been spicier. It was probably Halvet blood. It was strong and filling. Once Noir was done dressing, Cherry would have to get her to try some and buy Noir her own flask. This Halvet blood was great. Cherry could handle bring ti away from her lip. Cherry closed her eyes and returned the lid back to the flask and slid it in her pocket.

After a while, Cherry started to get worried. She could feel someone approaching. Someone dark, filled with hatred and anger toward vampires. In Cherry's mind, vampires weren't so bad. So, some of them kill humans, not all. Some just want a life filled with freedom and fun. Being vampire gives you alot of freedom. Cherry had found that one out quickly. Cherry suddenly froze when the lights went out and she could hear footsteps and a man breathing. She slowly walked over to Noir's dressing room. "Noirene," She whispered. "Whatever you do...do not...i repeat, DO NOT come out of this dressing room until I say it's safe." Cherry whispered.

Cherry cautiously stalked around the shop as she felt a wooden arrow fly into her right arm. She screamed.

[sheneneh]

Errol slowly creaked open the old oak door of the dress shop. He could see the one vampire sit down in a chair and drink out of a flask. He reached over and flipped the lights off.

He got his crossbow up and he hid behind racks of dresses and the vampire whispered something to the other. He was ready. he was ready to watch his killers die a painful and slow death. The sight of seeing a stake go through the heart of a vampire was almost beautiful to him. He enjoyed it.

He finally saw his victim in sight. He angled his crossbow, but then stopped. He thought he would put this vampire through pain before he killed her. He aimed for her right arm and fired. She screamed. Errol smiled and ran for the dressing rooms.