: Back Stabbin' Betty : {Charles}

[charles]

Charles observed and felt everything that was going on and he felt himself burning inside. Her comments made him chuckle slightly, it wasn't his fault he was a Human. Charles had thoughts just then of what it would be like to be a Vampire, to run with insane speeds, to have super strength, or to drink the blood of a human. It never actually was a thought to Charles before, the thought to get turned. Fear still ran through him though, maybe he would decide, but perhaps, not today. His response was serious and had been thought out through his whole life. It was time for his race speech, no one actually took consideration to it, so he decided to share. Charles cleared his throat softly and spoke, his Scottish accent coming out in full force. "Human's have a tendency to be brutal, yet there is a peaceful side I agree. I understand that Vampires are killers, but from what I have experienced in my life, Werewolves are worse than Vampires in the whole killing view point."

Charles took a breath and smirked again before continuing. "Most human's if given the option would gladly turn into a Vampire. Who wouldn't want all the benefits that Vampires have? It is like asking if anyone wants to be a God." It was true, Charles wasn't exaggerating, most humans would love the opportunity to be a Vampire, then they would all run around and murder people. Charles smiled, inside he was laughing as he began thinking about his mates back in Scotland and what they would do if they were Vampires. They would steal all the liquor in town and get smashed, then they would go to all the guys that stole from them or fought them and kick their asses, it would be a pretty sight to see really. After she whisked him away towards a wall, Charles felt her kisses and closed his eyes, she was incredible that was for sure.

The next moment was not really a shock to him, biting his lip, Charles let the pain seep slowly into his body as she pricked his flesh. It really wasn't all that painful, but he didn't know it was coming. "Well, I am glad I could be of service to you my gorgeous Nisha. Now, how about for that privacy we discussed?" Charles winked and put his hands on her waist pulling her into him slightly. Everything had to be slow, just in case she didn't like something and would decide to tear a limb off, or his face, that was all he had going for him after all. He let his hands drop into her own and interlock with her fingers. "I would give suggestions, but you have been in London longer than I have, how about you lead me out that door, and take me wherever you want, and I will willingly follow." The bartender was washing his glasses and still had an eye on Nisha, she really did a number on the bloke and he was scared shitless. Quite entertaining really, if you asked Randolph.

The bar was emptying, people were leaving in steady streams and Charles noticed that people couldn't stay. The bartender seemed to start shooing people off. Or in some cases chucking them out, either fro refusal to leave or complete drunkenness. Charles and Nisha though, he seemed to leave alone, but eventually he would get the courage to ask them to leave, it was odd to Charles that bars closed, maybe it didn't and he was just chucking people out. In Scotland bars were open all night, from seven pm to seven am, custom for his birthday parties, was to stay at one bar for all twelve hours and not stop drinking. Not the best of things to do, Charles was a little bit of an alcoholic, but he would never admit that to anyone, not even if they wanted to help him. His parents surprisingly never knew he was a chronic drinker, yeah they knew he partied, but he hid it so well that they never would have thought their baby was an alcoholic.

[Nisha Sohalia]

"Werewolves are fun to play with. They know they can't attack me outright if they're in their wolf forms because there's the risk of them getting my blood in their mouths or through open wounds. In the end they are just savage animals that have no proper place. They're not entirely humans but they're not proper animals either. Sometimes I almost feel sorry for them.. Almost" She can't help but want to touch his skin, compared to hers it's feel like Charle's is on fire. Nisha has always liked been around humans because of the heat they give off from their bodies and as long as they kept somewhere warm the humans didn't seem to mind her cold touch that much. Then there is the sound of the heart beating. She could stand to listen to that sound forever and to feel it vibrating through their bodies. Nisha always figured it was some kind of survival thing that made vampires want to be close to humans because they had things that the vampires lack; a beating and functional heart. Werewolves had beating hearts as well but their hearts pumped poison.

"It is a good thing that not all humans would want to become vampires, if every one of them did then where would be get our food? Animals. I would rather walk in the sunlight than lower myself to drinking animal blood and any vamprie who does doesn't deserve to be called one. There's no use denying what they are, sooner or later they're going to succumb to the lures of taking human blood, only then will they find out what they've been missing out on". She listens as he speaks highly of vampires and their benefits. Would he want to become one? He seemed to but Nisha would leave the subject for now. Losing Charles as a human now would not make her happy since she'd only just met him and him as a human could be just as much fun as Charles as a vampire. "It wouldn't be hard to find someone to turn you, there are vampires out there who even make money off of it".

"Ah yes, nice of you to remind me about that". It hadn't totally slipped her memory but her mind had been occupied with other things and that bit had been pushed to one side. She liked that all the moves he makes are slow, far too many men that she has been with think that because she's a vampire means they can be rough with her; almost getting to the point where they'd get violent. Once it got to that though Nisha would make it clear that she is not going to stand for it. His slow movements are a nice change from how she is used to men acting around her. "I'll take you somewhere nice, somewhere out of the cold wind. How does a nice fire lit room sound to you? With plush rugs and only the best alcohole for you to drink".

When the bartender came up to them to ask that they leave Nisha just looks at him, her dark eyes staring right into his. For a moment it seemed as if she was about to reach out and snap the mans neck but she just smiles and nods. "Certainly and I'll have a cheque sent here as soon as I to pay for the replacement of the chairs and table I broke". Nisha gives the bartender her sweetest smile and walks past him to leave. She had let go of Charles's hands when the bartender had come up to them and now stands not far from the door looking back at Charles, a hand on her hip. "Coming?". When outside the bar she can feel the change in temperature but it doesn't bother her that much even though she is wearing just a dress. She walks with Charles to a sleek, expensive looking black car. "Get in and I'll take you somewhere nice". With Charles now in the car Nisha drives them through the streets of London, making turns without even slowing down the car one bit. She knew how to handle a car, and had the reflexes to handle the gear changes better than any racer. Maybe a little she is showing off to charles.

In the West End they come to a stop outside what looks like the front of a hotel. It is really the front of where Nisha lives. Her brothers also live in the building but all three have separate living area so not to disturb eachother. She greets the doorman as they walk inside. Inside it looks like a hotel more than it did from the outside; polished marble floors and red carpet, a fountain with fish in it and a massive spiral staircase. "I'd say we take the elevator up. Unless you want to try your hand at climbing up three stories of stairs".

Inside the elevator Nisha stands beside Charles, an arm around his waist and her head resting on his shoulder. The doors of the lift open directing into the room which is just as grand looking as the foyer. There is indeed a fire heating the room just as Nisha had said, in front of it are rugs and a couch, ner to that is a small bar. The room is rather dimly lit, only a few ceiling lights and the fire giving the room illumination. Most vampire houses are kept dark so the bright lights do not irritate their sensative eyes.