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Stained with your blood; for Purple Butterfly Pills <3
Topic Started: Aug 8 2010, 08:18 PM (146 Views)
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Traveling again. Private planes, retainers, men and women just falling on their knees to beg you to drink from them... It was all getting too familiar. too boring

The plain landed early that evening and he still felt the sun glaze over the white metal, even if hidden under the casket of his own sarcophagus. He was awake already, so early in the evening, when the sun was still half-way down.

It didn't hurt him anymore. A sting, that was all it was, nothing more, nothing to be afraid of here. Nothing.

Again, boredom. It dug deep into his skull and down the length of his spine, twisting and turning and not letting him have a moment of peace. The lid opened with a loud crash onto the ground, the stone cover cracking in two. He didn't care, he would have another made till the end of the night. Heck, he could bet if he snapped a neck or two it would be there by the end of the hour. Rich, filthy so, powerful beyond comprehension, cold and heartless, eternal like the sands of Egypt... If there was more to ask, he didn't know what it was.

White hair cradled his face from both sides going as long as to his waist, swooshing slightly as he walked past the unfortunate stone and out the door, straight into the stinging light. A hiss escaped his lips automatically as hid his eyes with his palm, not a moment later already having sunglasses brought to him. Even though it was half-dark and almost at the brink of winter. London. He saw and felt London to it's very fiber. It was so familiar, even after those fifty years of absence. The fog slowly crept over the city, drowning it in that same old mystery it had been for ages now. But again, it was all too familiar.

Past the people. past the guards and masses, past neon highlights that flickered on, past the streetlights, past the bars and museums, past the city, past the whole world, into the sky, down the bottom of the earth... Nothing. Empty boredom.

He sat in his hotel room, nothing less than than the best, in a throne-chair and his mind filled with frustration. Little by little it lingered into the back of his skull and didn't let go, building and spreading and twisting and turning him inside-out till he couldn't take it and stood up, fiercely roaring, the perfect pale face distorted with a grin of hate, destroying the little glass table beside him and marching fiercely to the window, looking out to the busy streets. He looked at his own reflection, gazing into the cyan eyes, looking over his features nothing less of perfect. Angelic, pure, unblemished. His lips curved for a moment and the reflection smiled to him. That fiendish little smile of content, but his eyes remained cold. Lifeless as he was inside, he couldn't take it anymore. He needed something new. Something... Different.

It slowly crept out of his emptiness, out of this frustration, out of this boredom and into the world. A silent call, a beacon of light to any other vampire out there. "Come out." it screamed and burst into the very pits of hell if there were those.

"Come out."
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Fallon

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The sun peeked out beyond the horizon for a moment, giving a lingering glimpse at life before slipping beyond the earth’s line in a most somber and silent way. Creatures of the daylight finishing off their daily routines before closing themselves up within the safety of their homes. Putting the children to bed, thrusting left over food into the refrigerator for another day, popping in a movie for a late night with the loved one… all routine, all the same as ever… Meanwhile, darkness seeps into the streets. The youth of the nation rising from their dusty day to day lives and thrusting themselves into the forbidden scenes. Debauchery, lust, everything that makes life enjoyable.

Then there were those who all but literally had no life. Not a breath within them. They stayed dead to the world in the daylight hours, rising from their deaths when the sun breaches that final moment upon the horizon. Drifting into the world and living amongst those who don’t even realize they exist. Laughing at the fiction written about them. The humans had no doubt in their mind that those acts of literature were just that… literature. The didn’t know how very true most of those tales were… Not that those the books were written about minded. It kept them safe, kept them hidden, and most importantly… kept them fed.

”He’s gorgeous… isn’t he…?”

“Yeah… he’s definitely something else… why don’t you go talk to him?”

“I don’t know.. He’s… no, I couldn’t…”


Clear aquamarine colored eyes turned sharply to the left. Pale lips turning upwards at the corners as talented ears picked up on the conversation whispering just down at the end of the bar. Thin fingertips toyed with an untouched glass of brandy, dancing along the rim as laughter stifled within the man. Women, such tempestuous creatures. One moment thinking they’re so grand that even their shit doesn’t stink… the next unaware of the world except for their own imperfection.

Fallon was certainly hungry, but he could pass for another night. He’d gotten tired of chasing down prey decades before that moment. Choosing to let them chase him instead. He didn’t even have to flirt anymore. Simply give a lingering glance before stepping away. A few moments later and he had someone following him. He’d continue moving, just a fraction quicker than his pursuer, the other so lost in the lull and sensation that wafted anywhere nearby him that they didn’t think twice about how stupid it was to follow a stranger to an unknown area. That was until he slipped beyond their vision and left them alone and lost. A few moments later and he’d sweep down upon them and gain what he had been craving for hours beforehand.

So with a sideways smile at the curvy woman and the tiniest wink, he lifted himself from the counter and walked out the door with every intention of doing what he always did.

That was until he heard it… A soul shattering call. It left his ears ringing and his preternatural senses tingling within his very soul - if he even had one-. Head snapping to the side, he waited and listened. There it was again… so very close…

Inhaling sharply he glanced backwards to see the woman stumble out through the door, thoroughly under his spell. But that call was far too enticing. Without a second thought he dashed away with the speed only his kind could behold. Nothing more than a blur to the human eye, if even that much. Dodging between the spattering of groups within alleys he traced that voice. That call out for anyone nearby to come. Fallon had only ever heard such a call once before and he had responded too late. He wouldn’t do that again. He wanted to know what this meant, why someone would use their damned powers simply to pull someone to their side.

When he reached this beacon, he stood at the bottom of a high hotel. Looking up, he could practically see the shimmers of this voice. Fallon was in awe of this sight. His breath caught in his chest before using his speed to slip past all who inhabited the building. Using the stairs to easily reach the room he identified from the outside. Walking down the hall, he straightened his black button down shirt and ensured his platinum locks were not mussed before ever so lightly rapping his knuckles against the door.
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A breath in, a breath out. Not needed, but dearly wanted. To taste the air around him, the senses of an all-powerful predator let him indulge into the very core of this city. The blood, that vital essence that made up his existence. And yet, there was much more to that.

Lingering on that thought he lazily watched the people down the street and then a shadow passed by. All too clear to his senses stood another being of the night. Same as him. It heard the call and was there all too quickly.

Frankly, he didn't even believe someone would come so soon. He'd hear this call once or twice in his many lifetimes. He knew the meaning behind it but to himself he couldn't accept the fact that even he was lonely. No, this was boredom, routine, he had to break from it. He had no heart for others than himself and he wanted it to stay that way.

Thrilled was the least he could call the feelings that built up inside him when he got closer, though he never left his place, watching the people outside. There was no need of any etiquette in this day and age and he surely wasn't in the mood to play those games.

A light knock. How utterly polite. Without a word the lock clicked and the door opened, him needing only to glance at it, the cyan gleam soon only seen in the reflection again.

He had his hands crossed, the brilliant white hair loose on his back and shoulders, simple black silk attire with diamonds on buttons made him look all the more statue-like in his stillness.

His thoughts lingered on those people again. Those little ants crawling and rushing and running and grieving, and loving, and living... It all seemed too far down, long-forgotten, nostalgic. It was long since those people became nothing more than walking bags of blood and recently - nothing more than a little amusement when he got bored. Now the boredom seemed to take over far too much. He should have seen it, building up inside him, but he was ignorant. What a fool.

He lingered there, seemingly not wanting to move from place as of now, but he soon lifted his hand slightly, calling him to join with a simple motion. He wondered, he was interested, curious. Things he felt rare, or not at all in the recent ages.

"What do you see?" his voice was low, deep and clear, like a sound of a bell, all too fitting for the perfection of his looks, a voice that pierced to the very bone but at the same time soothed and calmed. The voice of a dictator, of an idol of the mass, able to control crowds if not the whole world it seemed. But as of now, it was only a simple question, a curiosity that he felt the need to be voiced.
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Fallon was curious, yes… and most definitely intrigued. As the door clicked and opened, a slim brow perked skyward before he gently placed his palm against the painted wood and pushed to further gain entrance. With a waft of his hand, the precipice closed and he stepped forward. Eyes glancing ever so slightly around to take in the surroundings. Classy would never be a word to describe the décor. But nothing else came to his mind before cerulean sought out what the immortal came to find.

Lips parting in an all too human manner, he simply gazed upon the silhouette portrayed via the night sky and the lower city’s lights. Glimmers passing by lifted and played on silver locks as a hand caught his vision and waved him to the other’s side.

Fallon hesitated, but could he truly be blamed? He did not know this being, all he knew was the power held that even his somewhat stinted and young by comparison senses could behold. It was… daunting. The vibrations of a simple movement permeating the air with a heady smell of ancient and withheld prowess. There was no doubt in the younger vampire’s mind that this man could have anything and everything he could ever want… and probably already had it. So what is the need for the call? Surely he couldn’t truly need anything…

The power drew him, though. The damned man had always enjoyed being near those with power, hoping to somehow leech some of it into his own body… so he would not pass a chance such as this up. Closing the distance between them within a fraction of a second, he stopped next to the other, eyes following the same path into the lower city as the question was recited.

The voice alone sent hidden chills down his spine. He’d never heard a voice such as that before. Never had anyone spoken with such dictation in his time on Earth. Never had anyone had such a soft, yet undeniably strong tone… it was… intoxicating. He almost wished the other would pose the inquiry once more, just to hear the vocal chords vibrate again.

Peering past his own reflection, his face stilled and became grave as he thought about it. First instinct was to say something along the lines of ‘food’, but he saw more than that. He saw lights. He saw others like them. He saw filth. He saw death. He saw life… there was so much that he saw that he always ignored… Swallowing he raised his eyes up to the skies instead. Watching the clouds swirl and shift. Noting how the stars would shimmer in and out of view. And with that simple glance upwards he had his answer.

“I see Heaven.” He stated simply. Unknowing exactly what this other immortal was wishing to hear, but hoping that his answer may not get him cast out.
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The answer made the vampire lift his gaze upwards curiously. It was unexpected to say the least and that was what he wanted. Any answer that was not his, not the way he thought, a fearless statement of another individual.

His lips quirked a little as he watched the stars gleam above their heads. Heaven... And all he opened his eyes to for the last few decades was hell and nothing more, drowned in his own age and routine he stopped seeing the heaven that this life of his could bring.

But then again, with all you want under your feet, when you could even have heaven swooped down for you to tear and destroy... What more was there? Only a pointless everyday existence.

Existence. That was it. He stopped living his unlife, he started existing without a purpose. He needed a new one, something that would keep him busy for the next age and then he'd go to sleep. Think all of this over, and rise up, maybe as a god of the earth. Purely out of boredom. Maybe to see if there was really heaven and hell.

"Interesting." he answered simply, too bothered to use more words. It surely was. Maybe if he was his age, he would say the same. Reaching for heaven, even after being thrown away by both... How fittingly romantic for a vampire of the fiction. But he was above that. They were beasts, monsters, demons, murderers and he loved it. Loved it to the bone.

"Tell me more." he said, wanting him to continue to answer the given question. Surely, there was more than said heaven he saw.
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A thrill was sent through Fallon when this other vampire spoke again. One word, four syllables, but it damn near brought the immortal to his knees with unbidden pleasure. The corners of his pale lips rose in satisfaction, he’d not been cast out. Apparently he was something worth keeping around, if only for a few moments longer. He was by no means a dumb animal, he knew to bide his time and feel out this other’s aura, dig a bit in tone and jurisdiction before succumbing and providing more.

The question was posed again and the male drifted his vision downwards. Perhaps he wanted more of an answer, a more detailed one anyways. So he pondered so much and tried to figure out what this other man might wish to know. Surely nothing of the physical realm. Anyone could glance down and describe the city for what it was. Bricks, mortar, inhabitants, dirt, etc. But Fallon enjoyed being more thorough in everything he did. An over-achiever as it were.

“I see a lost city…” As he further pushed himself into his observations, a piece of his past showed in his voice. The tiniest lilt of an accent from the world he had been taken from. Barely there, but shimmering gently in the whisper of his words. “Filled with deviants who don’t know law. Humans,” he almost snarled out with disgust, “who know nothing about life. Who know nothing of fear… who need a leader beyond their comprehension… who need…” For a moment he paused, weighing his next word. He didn’t want to insult the creatures he fed upon terribly much, but he definitely craved power… and it showed. “A god.” He finished with a satisfied narrowing of his cold, clear eyes.

Yes, they needed a God. They’ve lost the ways of all religion. The stories of the greats lost amongst them as simply that, stories. Tales written down in text as mere warnings. Easily shoved aside, more easily forgotten, and even easier burned when a new religion comes around. But for the moment… they were without. They were simply living day to day without any sort of rhyme or reason.

The pitiful humans needed something to fear. Something to devote themselves to entirely.

They needed a God.
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He listened, unmoving, a statue that looked down to the pitiful world that could give him nothing. Nothing. He had everything, he reached every top of every society, he could practically rule over this earth or destroy it with a snap of his fingers, sending it into never ending war. But he saw no meaning in it, no satisfaction.

A God.

The words appealed to him. He was once a God. For the first half of his first thousand, he was a God. Feared, respected, adored, worshiped. Yes, people lost faith and instead of Gods they worship actresses and singers. Those that impersonated what he truly was. Almost screaming out in hopes that yes, they were real, that they should come and take their place as kings of the earth.

And then the world would drown in war. Hordes of people against individual vampires. The world drowning in blood... No, this world was nothing like the one he was born in. Life was treasured, death was ignored. They were ignored.

He lingered on that thought and the more he did, the more it angered him. How could they ignore this power, the knowledge of thousands of years... Historians and scientists would fall to their knees in front of him, and yet the church would see him hunted... It put a smile on his face. A wicked pleasure from the thought of people ripping each others throats in a quarrel. Ones seeking knowledge, others afraid to lose their power over the people's minds...

The cyan eyes turned from the window and to his guest, finally bothering to see him. Funny, how their features were alike. This young mind refreshed his own, digging out memories and feelings. Yes, feelings.

"And you would be that God?" he asked, turning his whole body to him now "You would bring true justice to creatures that once were your own kin?" A smile was on his face. A smile of content and if you'd add up his powerful and crushing gaze and the purity of his beauty one name would come to mind - Michael.The one angel leading the army of heaven, a sword of heavenly flame in his hands, crushing the armies of hell, dissolving them into nothing. Yet the darkness and the flickering lights of the city brought up the paleness of his skin, the stillness of his posture. This was no angel, this was an ancient God and a terrible coldness was behind that gaze, a heartless thirst, a sleeping beast. If a vampire wouldn't show up, if each and everyone would cower away or not bother... What would the boredom and frustration lead him to do? Wage a war on each and every living being on this planet? Become a shadow king and play the human nations like they were chess pieces?

He didn't know, and frankly, he didn't care. Right now he had this beautiful vampire in front of him, a fresh and young mind, craving power just like he did in his time.
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