- A Modern Myth - (Morbyd)

[Nisha Sohalia]

The night had come quickly for her, though to be honest it usually did when she spent most of the day sleeping. What else was there for her to do? Been a vampire has drastically limited her daytime activities so she spent most of her time in bed; whether she was sleeping or not is usually up to speculation as Nisha is known for keeping company in her bedroom. She can feel the temperature change from day to night even in her sleep and it's that change which woke the vampire from her sleep.

Dressing herself in her best, which she always does, Nisha walks casually out of her home in The West End, not the usual place you'd think to find a home but then again Nisha does enjoy living a little of sync with the ways of everyone else around her much to the annoyance of those who try to take care of her and keep her in check.

She would try somewhere different tonight, The Barbican, having never been there before it would make an interesting change to the usual clubs and drives she often finds herself in. Perhaps she'll find a nice educated human to have a little nibble on, their blood always tends to taste better than that of the regular average human. Or even a vampire, her tastes are not that picky when it comes to blood as long as it's not werewolf. There thought of having that poison on her tongue makes Nisha shudder a little, though she has no ill feelings towards werewolves in general it does take the fun out of spending time with them if you can't get a little bite in now and then. It all ends up feeling so... Human.

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The night has really only just began, the sun having set only about an hour ago, plenty of time to find herself something to do. At present Nisha finds herself in a museum. She was schooled in all the histories of the world as well as the arts and music but she never got the chance to leave her native home to see or hear any of these beautiful pieces in person mainly because it would have been too hard for her to get away from her over protective family. Oh how she had dreamed of traveling the world and seeing the wonders the world has to offer. But now, alas, it is not to be as London is in a state of quarantine and no one is allowed in or out.

[morbyd]

Morbyd turned to his right in the mirror, straightening his black button-down, eyebrows raised in surprising satisfaction. Usually, he’d find something wrong with a tried appearance – wrinkled shirt, ugly shoes, messy hair – but he really liked how he’d done himself up. Dressed to the nine’s, you are, he thought with a wink at himself. He didn’t know exactly who he was trying to impress, and he was sure he wasn’t trying to get anyone to take back home, so maybe he just wanted to feel nice. Eyes hat followed with wonder and interest were eyes that boosted your ego.
Suddenly something warm pressed itself up against his legs. Morbyd reached down to pet Breezy, the Border collie he took in from the shelter. She licked at his hands with a flurry of quick whines.
“There, there, Breezy…” Morbyd lowered himself at the knees, gently running his fingers through his long, soft coat. “Now, don’t you worry, I’ll be back.” Breezy let out a louder, higher whine, hoisting herself up to place her paws on his shoulders. Morbyd ruffled the fur on her back. “Precious girl, you are…” He gently pushed her back into a sit and stood. The collie rose to her paws, tilting head to the side. Morbyd sighed, “Now stay, Breezy. I mean it.” She slumped down to the floor, tucking her paws under her chest, looking at up at him. Morbyd snatched his blazer off the back of the door and turned to be sure she wasn’t following. She was looking at him with her sweet, brown eyes, pleading that he stay. She rolled onto her side and gently put her head to the soft carpet. Morbyd smiled at her and closed the door.

Outside, the weather wasn’t nice. Spring had come; it was warm but past rains left a sort of invisible haze. It was uncomfortable.
Morbyd quickly pulled his arms out of his blazer and draped it over his arm. He undid the first button of his shirt. With the night having only just begun, heading for the night clubs wasn’t going to be too successful. He’d try somewhere more…plain.

Looking around, he found the museum. People went there lots of times.

Inside, the air was crisp and cool, unlike the stale, humid air that lingered outside. The last rays of the sunset reflected through the windows, running across the floors, lining the walls.
Morbyd looked around, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Mothers with over-excited little tots pointed at various things to keep the children from running off. Businessmen with fine canes and mustaches and plans of big money carefully studied authentic paintings and wares in one corner. Morbyd caught a couple of young rogues being scolded and thrown out for snatching something shiny.
“Sir, would you like to have a tour around?” Morbyd quickly turned to face a well dressed gentleman – one of the museum assistants. “A tour of the museum, maybe?”
Morbyd smiled gratefully, his eyes twinkling at the man. “Thank you, I’d appreciate it.” His voice managed to stay consistent. It didn’t even crack. The man nodded, and stepped to Morbyd’s side, gesturing to the marble steps ahead. “Follow me, please.” The tour was imformative and of a nice length. The assisstant let Morbyd on his own by the second floor with a parting "Good evening." Wandering Morbyd went through the corridors of paintings until he reached a hall that held a small group of visitors. Morbyd didn't care to join the group -- he'd seen this section already -- but he carefully looked them over, his eyes falling on one woman in the crowd. She had dark hair and beautiful eyes, and there was something about her that set her apart from the others... She couldn't be human. She had Morbyd's heart thudding.
He didn't even know her.

[Nisha Sohalia]

Her skin prickled a little with that feeling that someone is watching her. Of course Ni' is the kind of person that tends to get that a lot but still it makes her skin tingle a little. Slowly she turns her head to look behind her to see who is looking at her. None of the people in the group nearby are, so it has to be the lone male stand not far off from the group. Young and rather scuffy looking it was a good bet that he is a werewolf; most male vampires tend to keep themselves clean shaven and nicely dressed and human males just have this look about them; bravado about the way they acted and held themselves just made them stand out so much. Then again it wasn't in a humans nature to be subtle or stealthy. Turning around slowly Nisha makes her way towards the male, making it look like she is simply looking at the paintings and sculptures. When she is near Morbyd she can almost feel the heat coming off his body, his living body. Even outside in the cold he would be warmer than her, no matter how warm it is inside her vampire skin will always be that bit colder. Her stomach grumbles a little, been near him makes her desire to feed grow a little even though he is a werewolf and his blood would kill her if she bit him and the bite would also kill him.

Stopping beside him Nisha moves her hand past his, touching it for just a moment. Looking at a painting, though not really paying attention to it Nisha speaks to the werewolf without looking at him. "You know I could get you into the vaults, the places where they're keeping the rare art and paintings that have come in for repairs". She gives him a sideways glance and smiles her fangs showing. It wasn't meant to be a threat as most people saw the showing of fangs as, at least not at the moment. Been a female of her species her fangs are larger than a males and so harder to conceal beneath her lips. "Don't worry wolfy, I'm not going to do anything to you". She runs her hands over the material of her dress. "Do you think I'd want to get a dress like this all dirty with blood? It cost too much to get mussed up".

[morbyd]

Oh shit, she saw him.

She had to have. Though Morbyd knew she'd turn around at some point, he still felt a little scared when she did. She walked in his direction, her eyes taking in the paintings that hing on the walls, looking over the antiques and vases. With her attention to the museum, she couldn't have seen him then...right? Or maybe she had, and she didn't care much.

She walked around him carefully, and very, very close. He tried not to fuss over himself, but Morbyd found himself running a nervous hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his face with timid fingers, shifting his weight from weak foot to weak foot. Her hand brushes his for a fleeting moment. Morbyd looked at her. She was looking at a painting, but now he knew she wasn't paying any attention to it. Her voice finally sounded. Quiet, feminine.

"You know I could get you into the vaults, the places where they're keeping the rare art and paintings that come in for repairs." Her question was asked with the simple tone of more subtle offer. Morbyd noticed how random the question was. Or, maybe it wasn't random. Maybe she was reeling him in, like she wanted something. And then she smiled. Morbyd saw fangs. She was a vampire.

Morbyd ran her question through his mind again. She probably wanted him to run off with her so she could bite him. Or hurt him -- maybe she'd lead him away and have a whole gang of them jump him. No, Morbyd thought. Now I'm just being silly.
"Don't worry wolfy,I'm not going to do anything to you." Her voice was hypnotizing. Running her hands over her black and white dress, over her figure, she continued, "Do you think I want to get a dress like this all dirty with blood? It costs too much to get mussed up." Morbyd smirked. Her sense of humor caught him off guard. He liked that. It broke the ice.

"Please excuse any offense..." Morbyd leaned against the wall he stood next to. He put his hands in his pockets and raised an eyebrow. "But how do I know your true intentions?" His smirk grew into a grin. "You look beautiful in that dress, might I add."

[Nisha Sohalia]

She watches him nervously shift his weight from foot to foot and running a hand through his hair. His anxiety he feels of her been around him makes her smile a little, she always liked how she could intimidate the younger males with her presence; mainly her looks and the confidence she held herself with. Nisha liked the way they stuttered and stumbled over their words, how they avoided looking directly at her or into her eyes. The best fun can be had with the young boys, usually no older than twenty and no younger than sixteen. Even the werewolves and vampires who looked between those ages but were really much older were able to come under her influence. No matter how strong a male thought they were a simple smile is usually enough to make them fall apart.

"Please excuse any offense..." "But how do I know your true intentions?" "You look beautiful in that dress, might I add"

Nisha moves so that she is standing in front of Morbyd. She gives him a little frown and looks at him with the 'puppy god eyes'. "Oh wolfy don't be like that, I'm not going to hurt you and there aren't other vampires waiting around the corner just ready to jump out at you". At his compliment Nisha laughs and gives him a little twirl, the dress flaring out a little. When she comes back to facing Morbyd she smiles at his again, this time not showing her fangs to him. "I wouldn't bite you even if I really wanted to since you're blood is poison to my kind, and the bite would kill you as well". She shifts her weight to one foot and puts a finger to her lips as if thinking. "I guess I could be able to just beat you up, but why would I want to mess up such a good looking face such as yours?".

[morbyd]

She was in front of him now. Morbyd refused to make eye contact, scratching his neck and tapping his fingers against his thigh. She got him fidgety so easily. How? Usually it would take a little longer to get him this riled, but Morbyd was getting nervous, like he always did when he was engaged in something social too long. Too long for his tastes, that is. He ran a shaking hand through his hair, taking a breath.

"Oh, Wolfy don't be like that, I'm not going to hurt you and there aren't other vampires waiting around the corner just ready to jump out at you.”
Could she read minds? An eerie possibility in every way. Pushing past his suspicions, which was something he'd never normally do, Morbyd still took her word for it and relaxed a little. A little. He could look at her for more than a half second now.

This vampire, she laughed and spun in a graceful circle after hearing Morbyd’s comment about her appearance. Her dress flared out at the ends and twirled to the side in the direction she spun. Her hair bounced. Morbyd's heart skipped a beat. She smiled at him; he couldn’t see her fangs this time. Morbyd listened to the tone of her voice as she told him what a bite from her would do. It was casual, as if she were merely talking about going outside in the rain without a parka.
“I guess I could just be you up…” Morbyd looked up at her, a little fearful, “but why would I want to mess up such a good looking face such as yours?” Morbyd let out a laugh when he realized she has been joking. Or not – maybe she could beat him up, but either way, Morbyd thought it was funny how scared she’d gotten him. He was real gullible.

“Yes, well, I wouldn’t exactly fight back, either…” Morbyd lifted his hand and motioned from his distance across her figure. “I’d never forgive myself for attempting to misuse such a fine shape as yours.” His was voice a little deeper, a little more smooth. Morbyd could attempt pretty fine flirtatious talk, but to have it spoken back to him was a treat he enjoyed. And he was enjoying his slightly confusing time with Nisha right now.

[Nisha Sohalia]

Nisha tilts her head and leans forwards a little to try to look at Morbyd properly since he won't make eye contact with him. It amused her how nervous he was getting around her. Was it because she is a vampire or because he isn't that confident speaking to women? Her keen eyes can see his hand shaking as he puts it through his hair. Although it was interesting for her to watch him fidget she felt that she should do something to help him break out of that nervousness.

So there is a forward and flirty side to this skittish little werewolf. Nisha lifts her hand slowly and places it on his shoulder, smiling Nisha puts a single finger underneath his chin and lifts Morbyds head so that he is looking at her."A vampire can't bite a werewolf, it would kill the both of us. Your blood is poison to me, and my bite is deadly to you. Of course I could still rough you up a little. But since you've been so gentlemanly towards me it seems only fair that I act civilised in return". Stepping back Nisha gives Morbyd a little curtsy. "It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Nisha, but please just call me Ni. May i ask your name young wolf?".

[morbyd]

Morbyd’s mind was reeling. It was full of many things to say to this woman, and many things he’d rather keep to himself. Thoughts irrelevant to his situation found their way in, too. He found himself thinking about everything possible and nothing at all. His eyes wandered. If they fixed themselves on the vampire for even a second, his thoughts escaped and he was left standing there with a blank mind, wondering how so quickly he had lost every thought he gained and how she managed to make him do that. There’s a simple four-letter word for his answer Morbyd was ignoring. So, for his mind’s safety and comfort, he refused to look at her too long, which for him was more than a millisecond, rude as it was. His acquaintance puts a light, soft hand on his shoulder. Morbyd had a mental panic attack. Again, his thoughts are running away from him, flying away actually. And very fast. She gently lifts his head so he is looking at her. Morbyd has no choice but to look her in the eyes and be lost.

Morbyd’s worries about her trying to kill him are pushed aside as she explains that both of them, in any altercation of the sort, are extremely deadly to each anyway. Lesson learned. He stops itching. She steps back and gives a small curtsy. So her name, Morbyd hears her, is Nisha. And she wants me to call her Ni. That’s alright, I can remember that. And then Morbyd remembers that…Ni…asked for his name. “Oh, my name is Morbyd.” Hint of an accent. “Kinda weird, yes, but uh…you can call me Morb or Morbie, or keep calling me Wolfy I don’t mind…” And it was true. He’d taken a liking to the name as soon as she said it the first time. So, Nisha was, so far, getting a star, a heart in his book. And then a small question formed in his head. One that could have any length of an answer. It depended on what Nisha thought.
“You call me Wolfy…I meant to ask, how did you know I was a werewolf?”

[Nisha Sohalia]

She knew he was in a nervous state just because of talking to her, now she wondered what was going through his mind when she touched him. Was it unwanted? He didn't seem to be making any efforts to be moving away from her but that could just be him been not able to move. Nisha doesn't mind that he won't look her in the eyes, she's used to it since most people find that by looking into the eyes of a vampire it's an easy way to come under their 'spell' and once they've got you there's no getting away. A little smile creeps onto her lips when he tells her his name. "Morbyd. Seems to suit the type of creature you are and the place you have come to live in. You think your name is strange? My family name means 'the sun' which is just... Amusing in itself seeing as we're a family of vampires". "I will call you Morbyd for now, sometimes even Wolfy. Perhaps if we end up knowing eachother better I will call you by another name". Nisha puts her hand on his chest. "You have a heartbeat, so that either made you human or werewolf. Also vampires have a certain look about them, there's a grace and elegance that really werewolves just don't have. So by knowing those two things I could easily come to the conclusion that you are a werewolf".

[morbyd]

This Nisha, she was smart. Morbyd never took time to tell species apart, ever, so when he saw one he never knew he was staring at one. Bu Nisha, on the other had, had certainly done her homework. Or maybe she just knew. Some people were like that, the just know things…
Whatever he case, she had easily identified him as a werewolf. Not as easily as Morbyd would’ve liked – now he looking around to see if anymore vampires were staring at him – but easily enough when it all came together. So, names were in order. Brains, a check. Now all Morbyd had to do was loosen up. If he could. He began to think of things to say, but everything seemed dumb or too little, so he ended up running a hand through his hair and senselessly asking if Nisha had a boyfriend.

“Or a husband…?” Morbyd stared at her for a while. Well, didn’t’ THAT sound great in the heat of his own moment? Obviously, he hoped he answer to both was a big fat “NO”, but then again, he was wishing just as fast that he hadn’t asked in the first place. Women, doesn’t matter what type, needed their space. Here were some things you could ponder and probe at, but there were others that, if you even dared to step a toe past that thing called the Fine Line, would certainly lead to your demise. Now, being demised by a woman is painful. But imagine if that woman had, like, superhuman strength and lightning speed.
Well.
And, really, Morbyd didn’t have to imagine. If he said the right thing, hell, she was sanding right in front of him!

Awkward times.

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OOC: Sorry I took so long! My mommy was in the hospital!
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