Lost... again(open)

[night]

Her breathing was fast as the girl ran through the maze, turning this way and that with no comprehension of what was going on around her. Her daredevil side had taken over tonight and she had almost committed a murder when a group of vampires had suddenly turned on her and had decided to have some fun. At first Evyon thought nothing of having a little fun with the vampires, when suddenly she took the dare that was tempting her. Walking up slowly towards the leader of the group, she swayed her hips and gave him a playful smile. Slowly placing her hand on his freezing shoulder, she leaned up close and gave him a kiss. Before being able to tell his reaction she had taken off into the maze.

Maybe I should have done something a little more drastic... she thought to herself as she took a glance behind her. Pausing she looked at the corner she had just come around and did not see any of the vampires. "That's odd," she thought aloud wondering where they might have gone. "Surely they didn't give up already. I haven't even broken a sweat..." Evyon was disappointed with the vampires lack of fun. "Why does everyone have to be so grown up, can't they just loosen up? Not everything has to be so serious and deathly." She sighed and her shoulders sank as she finally gaze up waiting. "Well fine, I guess I'll just get going."

Turning in the direction she had been running she felt annoyance wash over her. Once again she had gotten lost, she seemed to have a knack for it. "Fantastic..." she grimaced before leaning against a wall and looking straight in front of her at the other wall. "So now what.... wait for someone to find me or get more lost?" She pondered over the ideas as she continued to run on through the maze. Evyon was almost incapable of standing or sitting still for more than a few minutes. She felt like her heart would just explode with the beating in her chest.

Rounding another corner she heard a rat squeak and her pupils dilated instantly. "I want to have some more fun. Isn't there anything to do besides mouse catching?" She asked herself before shaking away her instinct. "Besides I'm not a cat, I have no reason to chase that measly portion." She began to run the back the way she came, only taking a different path subconsciously. Where am I going anyway? A rain drop fell on her nose and she instantly shook her head before it began to pour. Within minutes she was drenched with no care in the world. She ran through the maze faster than before enticed by the peaceful nature.


All of a sudden she skidded to a hall in the maze, splashing water up all over and crouched down looking in the direction that she had come. "Who goes there?" She called out assuming that she had heard someone this time and not some annoying mouse. "What be you?" She called out again. After a while she sighed and sat down in a large puddle, leaning against the wall. A smile crossed her face as the water drenched her clothes and hair. Closing her eyes she tipped her face up at the sky and sighed gently.

[spencer]

I am anti-life, the beast of judgment.
I am the dark at the end of everything.

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Two hours he had been within the same pew of the St. Paul’s Cathedral more so viewing the people than like the people viewing the Cathedral itself. Many clicked away at the dark blue and gold accents lining the floors to domed ceiling but for Spencer his mind clicked away at the voices and faces. He had given up faith within the idea of Christianity more than once; this was his second time and more so would stick to it. First time was the loss of his youngest brother but he found the idea of praying grateful and true for the finding of his own wife and children only to lose it by the murder of his wife. Yes, he gave up faith in the unknown and left it to hope on his own mind and soul.

He had taken the time to listen to the feeble man preaching in a tongue he could not understand far off into the back but he didn’t care so much on it. This was the second time he had heard the same words and found it becoming just background noise amongst the crowds that came through with no respect at least to the historical building. Yes, this place was a tourist trap and Spencer came to the realization it was time to move from it. As the setting sun kissed the rising moon shining dimly through the cathedral windows that soon glittered more from the candles within than the stars above, Spencer just moved silently within the streets without a motive.

His attire seemed a bit out of place amongst the tourist but more an upscale local with a past on his skin. Many did not look at him as the man moved silently within the growing night and darkening skies of black clouds that forever seemed to loom over the city. He didn’t care either, it was best to be within the darkness than in the spotlight anymore. Being out in the open was not him anymore, not with so much darkness always following him. At times he pulled his navy suit top down with a short tug but kept his fingers within his slacks as his ice blue eyes looked to the ground or at the similar color tie and kerchief his mind was wondering just as much as his feet did on their own.

Though he moved aimlessly, it did not take much time to hear something… odd in his general direction. Looking to his watch he saw he had been moving without a thought for almost twenty minutes and wondered if it was natural or not to just do that. He wasn’t so much dreaming or thinking but with a blank slate it seemed… natural to him. Not really in fret to the rain as he stood still letting time pass he had heard it again, not so much the soft pattering of a pair of shoes but the words. He winced to how it was stated… slaughtering of the language. Beginning to move again he passed a corridor but stopped and back tracked seeing a girl sitting within a puddle. It made him think of his own but only placed two and two together to see this was the girl that called out within the darkness. He didn’t say anything but looked at her and without a word began to walk again… he had been in London long enough to know the ways of the areas of alley ways and other mazes the city held in secrecy.

The end of universes, gods, worlds... of everything.
And what will you be then, Dream lord?

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^{Quote from Sandman Comic Series ‘Preludes
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[evv]

Over the roof tops, a young man in odd clothing soared over a gap between two houses. It'd been a long couple of days; first getting chased, splitting open his leg, which still ached from the missing skin, and being fed upon all within just one day didn't sit well with him. He needed something, anything, to hunt, even if it was just a squirrel. His pants, a pair of black and white Tripp Pants with a skull on the lowest pockets, on each side, and black and white suspenders, which hung below his waist, fit snugly around his waist, held in place by a simple black leather belt with a brass buckle. His shirt was a black Tee with a simple gray skull-and-triangle design over the word 'Disturbed.' Over this, he wore a long black trench-coat, which extended to his ankles, with 11 zippers on the front, ten of which were purely aesthetic, running the width of the of the front of the upper body. The last, and only truly functional zipper, ran from a few inches below his waist line to his neck, although it was unzipped. His boots looked like something out of a sci-fi convention, with the black, reinforced, rubber and faux silver fasteners along the outer edge.

Beneath the sock and boot of his left leg was a simple gauze wrap with an Ace bandage wrapped around it holding the gauze taught against the shin. He'd learned, the first day that he'd arrived in London, that when in Paternoster, stick to the roof-tops. He found himself lost until sun-up in the cramped side-streets and walk-ways. In the light of day, he could see much more clearly, but still had difficulty navigating, that is until he found a ladder attached to the back of a building. From the roofs of these many sad homes, a person could get their bearings and escape. Tonight, however, in the pouring rain, he wasn't looking for a way out, he was looking for some fun. He'd just leaped from a flat roof to one that was slightly slanted toward the ground with ceramic shingles. When his foot touched down on the other side, he slid back a little ways, sending a few shingles over the edge.

They hit the ground with a smash, shattering and scattering across the ground. "Not smart Rook," He mumbled to himself, but before he could finish the thought, another voice, from down below, sounded. It was a girl, and she seemed slightly alarmed. Leaning over the side of the roof he was on, he looked down the way he figured the voice had come from, but in that maze noises could probably echo for miles, this time however, he was directly over her. She sat in a puddle on the ground, seeming quite content to just sit there. He contemplated going down, but without any idea of what she was he dare not take the risk. Another person approached, backtracking to take a look at the girl and then heading back down the way he'd come from. Ev shook his head and sighed, leaning farther over the roof's edge looking down at the girl, "Talkin' to me?" His face slightly obscurred by his drenched hair, although a full bright white smile shown down on the woman, his hair hanging just above his nose.

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[night]

As she sat in the water, her eyes closed and her breathing slow, flashes of memories passed before her. Images of her attack, blood spilled over the floor. Her screams high and her heart racing, as the wolf leaped at her in mere pleasure. He had made her what she had become, and now she had no life. Although the experience had taught her not to fear as much as she used to. She was free now, able to do what she wanted, whether she had any friends or family or not. Her eyes opened slowly, making the images vanish and once again she was alone in the alley, lost.

Her blonde hair hung around her, drenched with rain, stuck to her face. Her hand reached up and grabbed a hand-full smelling it deeply and slowly, almost as if she was intoxicated. She let it fall heavily back onto her chest, before her arm dropped to the ground and her nails began to grind against the pavement, submerged under water. The puddle slowly started to turn red, as her fingers began to bleed from the concrete, but she made no effort to stop. Suddenly she heard a voice respond to her earlier call and her eyes shot wide as she stopped and listened to where it was coming from.

The voice was male and it sounded above, confused her head tilted backwards to look up into the rain. Unable to make out the face, she stood fast, her muscles tense to run. With no idea who this was, or what they were, she was forced to be curious, but at the same time she was cautious. "If you are the one making the noise, then yes, I am talking to you." She called out to him. "What are you doing up there and why are you following me?" She snapped harshly. Lightning cracked across the sky, lighting up her features, yet still making her hard for her to tell who he was. "Why don't you come down and face me, you coward!" She shouted.

Her breathing had grown heavy again as she watched whoever was above. Subconsciously she shook her head, making her hair fall behind her shoulders, exposing her jaw line and her tan skin. "If you are the vampire from earlier, then come down here and fight me!" She challenged. She loved to have fun, but challenging others was one of her favorite things to do besides running. "Why do you hide your face from me? What reason have you to be scared?"

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[evv]

'What am I doing up here,' he thought, 'Isn't It obvious?' HE shook his head, looking back up into the rain, his hair falling back out of his face, when a rather childish impulse overcame him and he opened his mouth to catch a little rain on his tongue. He looked back down at the girl, when he was satisfied with the meager sip of rain he'd gotten, who he know realized was sitting in a blood-laden puddle and he went on edge. Swallowing, he spoke, "I wasn't following you," his voice no longer held that sweet childish tone it had only recently. "But maybe I should have been," his last statement barely above a whisper; if this woman was what he figured she was he reasoned that she would have heard him, even with his current altitude.l A slight snarl crept across his features, his hair now cast away from the hazel marbles buried deep in his eye-sockets, showing a minor dislike to the woman below. His right hand, which he figured were still out of site from those on the ground, reached back into one of his pocket and gripped the hilt of an old army saw-back knife.

"You look a little lost," His voice still held no cheery tone, but neither did it convey and ill intentions, almost like he was reading, seamlessly off of a teleprompter, "Ya come up here you might be able to catch your bearings." He had dual intentions for this suggestion; If she were human, it was purely a helpful tid-bit, if she happened to be something else, however, he had plans for the combat knife in his pocket being buried in her skull. For now though he had to wait, and hope, his charade had gone unnoticed, but seeing as Ev was never that great of an actor, he figured he was doomed if it came down to a straight up fight.

((GAH! >< So sorry. I know it sucks, but I'm trying to get back in the swing of things, and the sooner I start, the sooner I get back to normal.))

[night]

((Sorry... I didn't see this post, but I finally got back to you. ^.^))

Her pupils dilated in the dark night as they scanned the rooftop. Are there more? Is this an ambush? She wondered to herself curiously. "Maybe this will be a fun night after all." As she spoke the blood from her fingers continued to drip onto the ground. Her nose twitched gently as she tried to sniff the air, but the rain was masking his scent, making it impossible to tell his species. He acts young... shouldn't be much of a threat. "You better of not been following me!" She called back up at him. Watching him closely she was able to see that his shoulder shifted and instantly her body tensed up in preparation of a fight. "What's in your pocket?" Her tone was teasing and a smirk flashed across her face. Finally she felt more safe and her dare-devil side took over as she let loose a low growl which rippled through the maze.

"No, I just normally like to sit in the middle of the alleys in the rain." Her retort was followed by a roll of her eyes. "Now why on earth would someone as young as yourself want a complete stranger to come join them alone on a roof? Either you are really that stupid... or you have something else in mind." Watching him carefully he gave no sign of his plans and she wanted to see what would happen. If worse comes to worse I can always run... besides that's what I'm best at. She reminded herself with a shrug.

Taking her eyes off of him, she examined the wall before finding a couple that weren't in place. Lunging forward she landed on a dumpster before taking a leap into the air. Her already bleeding hand grabbed onto the wall. Pushing off of the wall she crossed the alley and latched onto the opposite wall. One last leap and she gripped the edge, before hauling herself up and taking a few steps away from Ev and watched him. Her hair stuck in her face as her blue eyes pierced into his, attempting to determine his motives. "So... What do you think I am now?"

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