One of Yours ••

[lavinia]

Sucker myself into believing that I'm doing the right thing
I think of your face and I pretend that I'm not alone

Late night working only meant late night feedings; Lavinia was starving and with money in her pocket from getting a nice settle job that needed her a lot, she could blow through some of her money instead of hoping she was not going to get anything within the week cause of rent. With the humid air caught between the buildings and bustling crowds moving in and out of the pillars of stone and wood, the air of food and body odor was making her sick to her stomach as she walked along the edge of the stones. With little help with her cigarette she clung to her purse that lay under her black jacket that wasn’t used to keep her cool or warm. This was a city you didn’t get penalized for being overly cautious… she knew the darkness all too well.

Finding a small twenty by ten fast food Phở restaurant she placed her order in and crammed herself to the edge far back from the entrance. The room was filled almost to capacity filled with late night drinkers, visitors and feeders. Yes, even the leeches resided within cause well hell everyone needed something with artificial or herbal flavors. She had nothing against the ‘others’ but couldn’t say much on them either. Serving drinks made you meet a lot of different people but that is all that it was for the bartender; everyone were acquaintances.

The whole area buzzed with the electricity from the bodies within and with the only thing being served was the soup, it was only getting hotter. Her lower body adorn with knee high heeled boots that reached the ground like she was standing and a common mini skirt clinging to her legs she was not yet feeling comfortable to remove her jacket so she could feel air breathe through her white long sleeve button up. With her cascading locks rolled to one side of her shoulder she fiddled with the large plastic chopsticks hoping the food would come faster than later… she needed something in her before she tore into someone face.

I'm lining up all the love and the trust and the good things,
But there's a hole in my heart where I once kept a piece of home

[tosh]

Tosh had sat in the same stupid, in the same stupid restaurant, since about 9. The food here made him sick, the drinks weren't bad though, and the people were interesting. But now, as midnight drew closer, Tosh found that the patrons of this place had pretty much the same things to say, either something in a language he didn't understand, or the usual 'Weather's been nice,' 'Hasn't it?' 'Won't last though.' He'd just started to push himself fro, his chair when a women came in. He watched as she rushed over to the counter and then buried herself deep into the crowd. Her scent however, gave away that she was still there. She had a slight aroma of liquor, however the smell, intertwined with the other smells in the little 10x20 lot, was rather pleasant.

He let himself drop back into his seat, an old woman sneered at him as he did this, apparently wanting the seat. Tosh didn't turn to acknowledge her; he'd let his eyes drift shut allowing himself to focus more on the scent of that woman. This old bat however must have been crazy, she snapped out some jumble of syllables Tosh didn't understand, he wasn't sure if it was the language or if he just wasn't paying attention, and smacked him in the side of the head with a big ugly faux alligator hide purse. Tosh snarled, spun around, and snapped at the hag, his teeth coming within inches of the woman's nose. "Don't," the only word he figured he could manage was 'don't,' he growled this both to himself and the woman who had now fallen onto her back. Tosh spun back around, his eyes closed again. He looked almost peaceful there, despite almost tearing off a woman's head only second before.

Tosh had ignored the woman again, he really didn't want to deal with some one like that at the moment. He had returned to searching for the faint scent of alcohol, but the smell, like every other, simply drifted to form one massive aroma. He sighed, letting his head drop to the table. It took almost no time before he was interrupted again, this time by a tug at his shirt sleeve. He lifted his head just enough so his lips were clear of the tabletop, "What cha want?" He refused to open his eyes yet, he just wanted to be left alone. He lightly at the collar of his black t-shirt, trying to relieve some of the pressure the slightly-too-small garb put around his neck. Even the dead want to be comfortable right?

[lavinia]

Though she felt less crowded crammed against the wall hoping for a booth to open; it seemed many others were streaming in like what it seemed an outsider to the facility. She had passed the boy that stood like he was going to leave but something stopped him and when the woman with the mentality of a closed crammed closet, the boy snapped showing what it was. The conversations stopped and all eyes went to the boy and woman that fell except for Lavinia’s. Sighing she felt something boil in her… what it was probably the human in her… the medic. As the conversations returned she left her seat and did a high pitch whistle to the woman stunned still. Nodding to the seat the woman came still in a bustle still talking a foreign language but it left Lavinia standing staring at a booth. With the point given in her eyes the couple left which was open just for her but it would be pointless to have just here there.

Listening to the old woman banter in her hanger she moved across to the empty table and dropped her jacket that she shed of her body and made a point to the boy. Standing she stood almost above him and tugged at his shirt hearing his voice. She knew what he was and did not fear it like others did that moved far as they could in their seat from him. Her mind screamed out what she wanted to say ‘Get the Fuck Up leech,' but she knew she could die and didn’t mind that fact but here… no… as she tugged his sleeve as she leaned on the back of another patrons back trying to imagine himself away from the vampire. “Sit with me…” she stated at first with the hint of her Spanish and Italian accent clinging to her lips. “Sitting at the bar won’t pull you away from the heat and discomfort and now eyes leh…[/color]” she said stopping herself from completing her words. Smiling as she shook her head she patted the man she leaned on as a sign of ‘thanks for the back’ and returned to her booth not caring if he would move or not… if he wouldn’t then someone else was willing to do it.[/font]

[tosh]

The woman's voice tickled Tosh's ears. It was hard to place her accent but, none-the-less, he liked the sound of it. It was then that he caught the whiff of alcohol again and he sat bolt straight. He knew if he moved quickly enough he could follow the smell to this woman before it fell into the other smells, but he didn't want to seem threatening by winding up right behind her before she could say another word. 'Sit with her huh,' He wondered to himself, standing slowly, 'Maybe not a bad idea.' He needed to move quickly, which was easy enough, but to where? He sniffed the air, his eyes barely cracked against the florescent bulbs in the sockets around the restruant, He slowly followed the scent, to a booth with a young woman sitting at it. Assuming that this was the woman who'd asked him to sit with her, "So first a scent, then a voice, and finally a beauty," He chuckled lightly, "But tell me this, why would a human want to sit with a monster?" The word fell off of his tongue like a lead weight, the truth in it, at least to him, was indisputeable, he was a blood sucking monster, albeit an animal-blood sucking monster.

He slowly slid himself into the booth, "Name's Tosh," he paused for a moment, people skills had always been something he'd lacked, "Erm... and yours is?" He placed his hands gingerly on the tabletop, his back to the nearest light source, so he could open his eyes more. His hazel orbs bounced almost playfully around her form sitting across from him. This young woman confused him; and because of this, she slightly frustrated him, yet she still intrigued him. He figured he'd wind up following this woman eventually, so he might as well get know her...

((GAH! crap post I know, sorry. ))

[lavinia]

With her back against the crowd and entrance she leaned slightly within the booth that creaked by her weight as her legs stretched out feeling it hit the other seat which made her snap up damning her long legs. Yes, some men loved the long legs but the needs to stretch things were not working for her at the moment. Pulling her canvas purse from her arm and next to her waist she rummaged through it finding an eye glass case. Snapping it open she felt the air around her shift… almost cold as the conversation was blocked by a body of the man she asked to sit with her. Not looking up she removed her square thin frame glasses and a small bottle of eye drops she looked up and with a quick shift of fingers she dropped a few liquid tears into her eyes feeling it cool the redness before shifting her glasses on over her nose to look at the boy.

He was young, shorter then her and the way he moved and looked… felt… was young. His first words that licked from his tongue sounded something more from the bars she catered to and though she should of smiled only made her shift a little in her seat as she sat up to pull her legs closer to her but placed them at the corner to keep them stretched out until she heard his question that made her smile. Why? Why not? her mind told her but as her lips curled as her tongue clicked the metal in her tongue against the back of her teeth she shook her head a little. “We are all monsters; not many can tell the difference unless you lived around them long enough… the difference between you and I,” she said leaning in as he sat down, “You just need some crimson life to survive and I still need to pay for my food,” she stated in a whisper before leaning back.

“Two ruou de sir” she said with her fingers up in a peace sign but not needing to look to the bustling movements. She knew that they were seen and heard and within a few seconds two mugs were left in front of them but she wasn’t sure if she wanted the second drink for her counterpart. Taking her mug she took in the high octane vodka like it was warm tea as she nodded to his name; “Tosh… interesting name there kid. Lavinia…” she stated with her fingers still clasped around her mug. “So,” she stated softly as a large bowl was placed in front of her of warm soup. “Fucking finally, Thanks” she stated picking up her oversize chopsticks. “So… as I was saying… what brings the leech into a cramped overindulged soup house?” she questioned as the steam rose over her glasses as she began chowing down. Seriously cannot be for this, she stated between taking large rolls of noodles into her mouth.

^{ooc;;all good =)}

[tosh]

This woman's words unnerved him, she sounded more like a vampire then Tosh did. He didn't like the way she casually whispered to him the fact that blood for him was the same as food for him. He was uncomfortable this woman already, but for some reason he didn't want to leave. Maybe it had been the metal in her mouth clicking against her teeth, or slight aroma of alcohol that surrounded her, or maybe simply because she'd asked him to sit with her. Her next words confused him a bit, at least until he saw her hand raise above her head in a peace sign. 'Two some-thin-er-others... ok," he mumbled within his sanctum. When the cups were set on the table he almost retched, but steeled his stomach against nostril burning smell. He never saw the appeal in that kind of thing, something that feels like fire going in and makes you feel like hell in the morning. This woman, whom Tosh would soon find to be named Lavinia, however seemed to enjoy this fire-water like a virgin enjoyed their first orgasm.

Tosh almost chuckled when Lav said his name was interesting. If she'd have know how he came up with that name she'd see how uninteresting it really was. It had all started with a really long name Tosh didn't care to remember, and had in fact forgotten the entire thing 15 seconds later. This was the birth of the name, a simple thing such as continually forgetting parts of long word created what Tosh had become. The word, Leech cut into him like hot steel, and it almost gave him physical pain. It was true oh was it true, but that didn't mean he liked it. "I... uh... Humans intrigue me, most of the time," he said in a shallow ragged whisper. He'd just met this girl he wasn't about to tell her why, but still, he rubbed the intricate web of black ink on his neck that covered his his mark, in a slight attempt to signal that he hadn't been born the way he was now. But, did that really even matter?

[lavinia]

Within the blurred vision of steam covering her glasses she gobbled the long noodles and chunks of meat within a few minutes before her counterpart had a full moments of speech. She could tell behind his stature his mind turning and grinding… wondering. She almost filled a small chunk of laugh as she downed the cup like a shot but swallowed with a small squint in her eyes of something stuck on her tongue. “mmm octane for the morning…[/i][/color]” she said as if she knew the boy. Digging into her purse once again she pulled a small compact attached to her wallet (the only reason why she would even have a mirror on her) and stuck her tongue out to see a small strand of lettuce that wrapped around the barbell and knotted around the tip enclosed captive hoop. Beginning to rub her tongue on the top of her mouth to remove the obstacle she watched Tosh move; the drink was like moonshine… make a human blind but it was still below the blind shot.

Even though he didn’t show it, the words she chose hit a lot of spots against them. Sure, some never had a chance to choose and others chose with open arms but whatever the reason were for him, still didn’t give him a reason to be an asshole. Watching him move uneasy her eyes slant like a widow feeling better about its victim suffering as she eyed the ink on him. “Nice ink… local?[/color]” she questioned wanting to get her wings extended but had not thought much of it seeing she never wore a bikini and look at herself in the mirror twenty four seven.

“Don’t be pistol whipped by me sweet cheeks; you need to get used to it… you’re going to get called worst,[/color]” she stated as she took the second mug and demolished it with no emotions this time as she swallowed it whole. Rummaging through her purse she found her silver cigarette case and the long black filter that was famous in the black and white era in media she rested them on the table as she leaned back lifting her boots from the floor and stretched them across to the very corner of the opposite seat careful enough to not touch him. She knew ones that were edge and had a mark on her from one when he was getting to frisky with a girl. “Excuse my intruding; place is too small but so damn delicious,[/color]” as she called out for one more drink of ruou de. As the man shuffled nearby she stuffed a forty in his hand and waved him off before he could say anything else.

“Now…[/color]” she finally said as she stared into the metal casing before looking right at him, “Why so edgy? You don’t look pale but the edge could tell you that you need to get something in you… your age says it…[/color],” she stated as she rolled the filter within her fingers as her free arm laced around the loops of her purse. “Don’t worry; besides elders no one can tell of your ‘condition’ unless you work within them… like me.[/color]” she stated finishing the drink but not ready to get up just yet.[/font]

[tosh]

Tosh watched as the foggy-glassed woman stuck out her tongue and looked at it in, what he figured was, a pocket mirror. She slipped her tongue back into her mouth, apparently confirming a suspicion of hers. He waited a moment longer, his mind slowing to an eased pace, but was startled when Lav let a grateful roar, which caused him to grip the underside of the table, a loud cracking issuing from the wood. His cheeks flushed red and he let his head drop, to hide the red that cursed his face. He calmed quickly however, although dare not look up yet. 'Danmit Tosh,' he grumbled with in his mind, 'What's with you right now?!' He eagerly, shakily, delved his hand into a pocket of his jeans and retrieved a lighter, and an American classic cigarette, a Pall Mall red. He pursed the orangeish butt between his lips, spun the striker, squinting his eyes as the warm light burned into is eye-sockets, and lit his smoke. He let the lighter drop to the table, a light clink-thump-click issuing from it and the table-top as it settled. He took a long drag, release the smoke toward the ceiling as she spoke.

"Well, it happened when I was thirteen or fourteen; I was sheltered, hell i didn't even know vampire's a wer-" He stopped himself. He felt like he'd said to much, he needed to change the subject but to what? And then it occurred to him, like a bolt of lightning it shot thro\ough his brain and out his mouth. "FINGER DOODLE!" His eyes shot bolt open, and he grew rigid. His face turned completed bright scarlet. He was glad he hadn't looked up yet cause now he was sure he wouldn't be able to face the looks he got. 'Damn it Tosh! You need to learn think before you speak,' he scolded himself in thought. He looked out the window, tilting his head away from every one else in the little room. He took another drag, holding the smoke back just long enough to pluck his coffin nail from his lips and rest his hand on the table.

[lavinia]

Being the only one to witness the struggle within the boy she didn’t move or feel threatened by it; no she sat cross of him completely calm like it was an interview (but with complete relaxation). Watching the face flush with blood and loose its color at least she was good at pointing out smokers. Watching him indulge with a deep drag as the lighter hit the table before the smoke hit the top she reached over and hit the flint before the little man came back in distress. Before he could even hit the table she pulled her legs that were happily rested and soon standing as she used the table and back of the booth to make her stand. The man was small; standing over him at over 5’7” she grabbed the man with the empty hand as the other held her filter, clover and lighter waiting.

“Stop. Look.”, she began which was taken to order. The man as like everyone, were beginning to mistake her for a vampire of how she acted; no one ever asked for another bloodsucker to sit with them… ever… unless in a club, blind or asking for death. Which one she would fall in was only known by here. “I can see this place is brand new; so I’m going to give you some advice of this moment. Let us take a few drags and I am going to leave more than enough money to replace this table. There is a large crack which will break by your next ten customers. Let ‘them’ do what needs to be done, and the place will not be torn to the ground and leveled by a fire you had nothing to do with but all the less… something to do with,” with her lasting words she straightened his collar that was gripped within her fingers and patted him on the shoulders.

Plopping down the seat behind her shifted but no one looked back to complain. Gathering what he said before they had their visitor she only nodded. The sheltered ones were always cultured shock; having a mother who was into the socialites; she learned early on at least of werewolves and during school of vampires. She saw more victims of attacks then of the ‘others’ until she worked in clubs so it didn’t really move her until his outburst. Raising her eyebrow she finally remembered she had his lighter and her smoke calling to her lungs.
“Uh huh…[/color]” was all that came out as she fixed her smoke and lit it with a single finger before placing the lighter standing directly in front of him. Guess being embraced didn’t change everything about a person. Seeing her relax position was disturbed by the man she dug into her purse pulling out a small batch of bills equaling around a hundred dollars that she plopped on the table but under the bowl. Placing her cigarette filter between her teeth she inhaled through her mouth and let it escape her mouth and trail into her nose in small puffs like the atmosphere eating an atomic cloud.

“I don’t know about you Tosh…” she said hearing a few jingles from behind her, “ but the crowd is only getting worst. You can sit here and ‘watch’ but you’re going to get more excitement outside…[/color]” as she stood as she rolled her hands into a stretch keep it far from her long filter without burning her sleeves. Grabbing her jacket she looked to the disgruntled man behind the bar but nodded to him and looked to the bowl. “But I paid your ‘tab’ so you’re welcome.,[/color]” she said before turning on her heels and weaving in between the crowd with her cigarette high in the air and jacket stuffed in her purse. With a push to the glass door she could hear the man behind the bar complain that other customers were beginning to light up but they would not be successful. In taking the humid air she placed her cigarette back in her lips and began to wonder where to go at this hour… she was still off…[/font]

[tosh]

Tosh hadn't been paying much attention to Lav or the little pissed off man, what he did pay attention to though was on the other side of the window; a little girl in a tiny little skirt, far to tiny for a child to wear, with blond pig-tails and a little blazer jacket was leading a much older looking man by the hand. The man had a look on his face like he was going to get lucky, of course he was human, the little girl on the other hand wasn't.She looked to be no older then maybe nine or ten, Tosh knew better though. Her eyes gave it away, they were cold, collected, and determined. Tosh could tell by the way the little girl hurried around a corner and into an alley that the guy she was with probably wasn't coming back out, not as a human anyways. Despite Tosh's food preference this didn't disturb him, not in the least. It seemed to be the natural order of things in this city, humans are aloud to live but if something else gets hungry their life can end very quickly.

Tosh was only torn away from the goings-on out side when Lav began speaking. He still remembered his little out burst, but that seemed to matter little at the moment. He watched as she spoke, thinking 'Excitement?What does she mean by that?' He pondered this for a few seconds watching as she left, taking a drag as he watched. He pushed himself from the booth, exhaling downward, and followed her through the door. He came up behind her in the crowd, she wasn't easy to pick out but ultimately he found he was on her trail the whole time. He figured he'd watch her for a while but soon got tired of it. He had something he wanted to ask her, like every other person he'd followed, but this one he wanted to know the answer to more then he wanted to keep his reputation of not being a total creep. He swished through the crowd, taking steps that seemed to make him flow through the crowd. He finally caught up to her, about five minutes after leaving the little restaurant. He leaned over her shoulder, without breaking stride, "So what did you mean by excitement?" He didn't mean it in any wrong way, but seeing as where they were, he figured he should have probably said it a little lower. He shrugged it off, eying a man who seemed to have heard him, known what he was and started following the pair.

The guy, from what Tosh could see out of the corner of his eye, was wearing some kind of brownish tan jacket and most likely blue jeans. The light made it difficult for him to tell for sure. The guy stunk of strong whiskey, blood and tobacco. The blood stagnant now, no use for Tosh. He liked the light whiff of alcohol off of Lav but this guy smelled like the J.D. Distillery. Tosh fought every desire to knock the guy flat on his ass. He figured this guy fancied himself a hunter but why hunt something that hasn't done a thing to the human race?

[lavinia]

Choosing a direction she moved aimlessly like a drunk unsure which way was up. Pulling her phone from her skirt pocket that bulged she turned it to vibrate to keep it from cutting her night short. With the filter clipped in her teeth she began to move across a block intersection when she felt it again; that deep chill in her spine as her ears heard him move up close to her speaking. Pressing her lips close letting the clove bob the ash to the ground she stopped her stride and slowed to a slow drag. “Well you’re not that too young; found me…[/color] she said looking behind him at the distance, good three block difference[/color]. Inhaling deep to the point the amber began to burn the plastic she gulped down the air and ballooned her cheeks to not waste the air she inhaled into her lungs to blow out the clover into the streets.

”What I meant?[/color] she said with a ponder tip on her tongue her eyes caught the vision of Tosh looking across to them. Over burden of himself, he looked drunk and probably to Tosh just the same as she thought. Walking up against the vampire she tugged blocked the viewing if the two. “Like that; the eyes of the curious or like him… the wonder if they could. Vigilantes too stupid to stop themselves from doing the stupid,[/color] as she looked down to him. What had happened to him? Why changed so young? Careless? Placing her filter within her purse she began moving again away from the man.

“Look all around you; we all move in our own ways and think our own thoughts. Cramped into a small restaurant will only cause you to brew on things and make you snap like you did at the woman…[/color]” as she gripped her purse casually but more of a safety feeling. “I mean, think of this; would you really just sit there right now if I didn’t get you to move to sit with me? You need to just keep moving cause well all that is happening is that everything else is moving around you and all you were just doing was let it go by.[/color]”[/font]

ooc;;shit post sorry

[tosh]

"I'm a child prodigy, I guess you could say," He replied distractedly. The strong stench of whiskey kept Tosh from focusing well. Almost completely forgetting his hand-held smoke-stack, he began to swing his hand around, he was going to rush the guy before he could realize Tosh had noticed him; but before he could, Lav caught hold of him and tugged the pair from the onlookers view. Tosh knew what thoughts had to be running through the man's head, drunken blurred thoughts of prowess and grandeur, of heroism and human superiority in London, if not the world. But what this poor little man had yet to realize, vampires and werewolves were no longer things of myth and legend, no cross or holy water, no silver bullets and wolf-bane. No only to viruses taking the human race out one by one. And then his gaze and focus feel again onto Lav. If his kind and the other race were to really take out the human race thousands, no billions of people would be wiped from the face of the earth in only a few decades, the only ones left being hunters, would eventually drive each other into extinction. Tosh's eyes gleamed with tears for a second, 'If the humans get wiped out so does she and so many others...' Tosh knew it was all to possible for something as simple to his kind and the other as humans to be the only thing that held the three from extinction. They feed off humans, both sides, and without them many would die of starvation, and with them there was a great risk of an all species war. It was confusing, Tosh tossed off the thoughts, blinking his eyes and riding himself of his tears.

He looked to Lav again, "You know I probably would have just sat there, stewing in my own juices, and I thank you for Inviting me to sit with you, but" his eyes narrowed and he looked off ahead of himself, walking at a slower pace, cigarette dangling at his side, half gone and forgotten, "That woman hit me in the face with a purse because I didn't get out of my seat. I think I had reason to snap, Lav." Tosh's heart would have skipped a beat, that is if he had a pulse, but still the sound of her voice on his lips did something to him. He wasn't sure what it did but it did something. His walk quickened, he began to pick up the smell smell of a distillery growing close behind them. He took Lav's wrist, not thinking about just meeting her or barely knowing her, and hurried along with her in tow. He really didn't want to show how he would deal with this one to anyone. Humans were clever, yes, but they were rarely a match for a vampire and Tosh could have easily taken care of him earlier but he had no reason to. So what the guy was following him and this woman. He wasn't causing any harm, he was making Tosh very edgy but no hurt was coming from it. Tosh finally slowed at the end of the block, the smell of strong alcohol far behind the couple; he released Lav's wrist, a quick "Sorry," and a red turned-away face was all he could muster. He shifted looking at the crowd behind him, scanning for anything out of the ordinary, but what was out of the ordinary anymore?

[lavinia]

She listened as he spoke and watched as his mind drifted; she wondered what he thought about within the mere seconds. It must have been something as he blinked them away like he never stopped talking. She did not pressure him into speaking; hell it was dangerous enough just to be next to him as is who knows what she could do if a mere tap to the skull with a purse could set him off.

She smiled when he spoke to the event that happened, “So!? Do you know how many hands have grabbed my ass in just passing to serve drinks? It still does not give me a right to bash their heads open with their drinks, the woman was old and like most things that turn old, they will forget manners…” she laughed. But everyone had their rhymes and reasons for their actions. What the woman did was still wrong and foolish. Many still did not want to believe that the supernatural were real. What else was real that they did not know about?

Before she could say anything she could not react to her arm being pulled from her purse and soon body in movement. She thought at first she was fooling with the wrong youth but when she could catch up in time she found it to be Tosh himself moving her along. She didn’t fall or trip; just merely moved like him to keep the pace before stopping far from where they were. With wonder painted over her eyes she looked in the direction he did and saw far off the same man trying to find them within the blur of bodies.

Maybe the actions were something more than hating vampires; maybe he was mistaking her for a blood doll. She could not lie; she had become victim to some vampires for they were all still humans in her eyes… just humans with a different story to tell. From the years of alcohol and drug abuse she huffed a little trying to catch her breath as she coughed a little as she swallowed some saliva from breathing a little too hard. “Um… it’s ok?” she said in a more question state. She was not going to ask of it but just catch her breath where they stood.