You call yourself a vampire?

[Eachann Christie (DELETED 4713)]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Catherine Nilson: Cat had been stalking two humans: One was to kill, for very personal reasons, and the other was to make her special minion. Julius, her first childe, was adorable in his own violent right, but he also tended toward laziness and lacked much sense of self preservation. She was honestly surprised that he hadn't been caught or killed yet. Still, it made her undead heart glow with pride every time she saw him doing well. It would be nice to have another childe, but a better one. Like a pancake, she would burn the first few, then get the hang of making them. Such was the young woman's plan. She was a nineteen year old in human years, and had been turned nearly half a year ago. She tended to disguise herself as a normal co-ed from HRU, and thus tonight she wore tights, ugg boots, a skirt and an olive green blouse that matched her hazy green eyes. Her long platinum blond hair was stuffed into a strange fur cap that must have belonged to her grandmother. Well, someone's grandmother anyway. Cat bounced along the street, keeping an ear out. She had traced Eachann's IP address to a specific internet cafe, but that was all the Nerding she could handle. And she was out of ideas.

Eachann Christie: Eachann moved around regularly, never using the same computer twice, keeping burner phones that were used and binned on a regular basis, hard drives that were wiped regularly, everything backed up numerous times in various ways and then hidden away where only he knew where to find them. He was nothing if not careful and meticulous. He might have been laid back and hard to anger - but he was careful and thorough. Tonight, he had on his usual scruffy and un-ironed shirt, T underneath and trousers that sat on his *** and showed his pants. He just looked like one of the students, newly graduated, wandering around town. Or some, rock band wannabe. Nothing that would stand out. Tonight, he was off to his favourite cafe to fill up on fried food, ready for a night of vampire hunting.

Catherine Nilson: This particular vampire was hunting as well. In a herd of gazelle, she would have considered herself one of the spry and healthy ones. Normally she saw herself as the lioness tracking them. She has been cut by a hunter before, but she captured Dominique and helped her sire Doc perform a special surgery on her, so she was feeling pretty confident in the paladin department. Sure, Dominique had been off her guard, and more vulnerable than ever, but... paladins were stinky. Cat doesn't care. She keeps her ears peeled for anyone with an accent as she sits in the cafe pretending to sip a hot chocolate. Her legs swing cheerfully in the chair, because she is short and can do that sort of thing.

Eachann Christie: He grinned as he walked in the door and called out to the overly rotund server. "AH-LISS!" It was a bit of a whoop that he did, his usual greeting to her that made her grin and wave like a coy young thing instead of the 50-something she was. He slid himself into a booth and lounged with his arm on the back of the plastic seat, one foot on the floor the other under the opposite leg while the knee was bent and rested on the seat beside him. Alice swiftly ignored everyone else in the cafe and bustled right on over to him with a fond look reserved only for him. She asked him what it was he wanted and he simply winked at her. "Weel, seein hauw ye willnae let me huv ye. Ahll jist hafe tae huv mah usual aye? Ahll the trimmings and then sum mair!" She nodded her head and then bustled off to put his order into the kitchen, returning soon after with a massive orange juice complete with pulp.

Catherine Nilson: Cat stared in the direction she'd heard the voice coming from. She had been expecting a Ron Weasely, but he was more of a... something else. Cat was so distracted by this display of cheerful articulation that she actually took a sip of her hot cocoa, which made her throw up in her mouth a little. She dabbed herself with a napkin. Couldn't be him, he doesn't have red hair. But then again, it was otherwise obvious, because he had said he typed how he talked. Cat frowned and propped her chin on her hand, staring at him with a slightly furrowed brow. Wait a minute, she thought. What if he was trying to frame somebody? If Cat was posting online about vampires, and she was a human, she'd probably fake a stupid accent too.

Eachann Christie: He shifted a little in his seat when his food was brought to him - while folks, who'd been in there before him, were still waiting to even put their order in. "Ach yer a right braw lass Ahliss!" He said, catching her hand and giving it a kiss, making her giggle like a school girl before heading off to see to the rest of the customers - her face turning on them as if they smelt like rotten milk. Meanwhile, Eachann turned to his plate that was a veritable mountain of food, and began to tuck into the egg, beans, bacon, sausages - flat, round and cumberland - fruit pudding, black pudding, white pudding, haggis, friend bread, potato pancakes, mushrooms, kidneys and hash browns.

[Catherine Nilson]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Catherine Nilson: Oh. Oh gross. No. She couldn't handle it. That was food, and he was putting it in his mouth, and masticating it. Cat was turning even paler than even the sickliest vampire, until she resembled, well, a Canadian, and her lips parted in disgust as she helplessly watched him swallow and begin to digest the food. Worse, it wasn't just one course, it was an entire cacophony of smells and flavors. When Alice came by to take Cat's order, she already had her cash on the table and had broken out into hives. Damn adorable leprachaun man, making her swallow that cocoa. She might as well be a human with a crippling peanut allergy.

Eachann Christie: Eachann wasn't paying attention to anyone else in the cafe. He was happy with his plate of food. After all, he'd had to go into the kitchen and make it for himself when he'd first arrived. He'd trained up the chef and given him the recipe for all the Scottish 'delicacies' that he loved so much - and because of that, not only did he come regularly, but they'd put it on the menu as a special and people came from all over town to feast and try the 'real' Scottish food. So, it was win win on both sides.

Catherine Nilson: Cat would have told Alice to keep the change, but her throat was closed up. Her fingers, which were beginning to resemble sausages, made a dismissive gesture at the sour-faced waitress, and she clumsily made her way toward the door. She would have to pass Eachann's table on the way. There was no getting around it. Cat needed to get out of her, to go home before she really got bad. The closer she got to the door, the louder sounds of his chewing became, and when she passed she threw up again, this time on Eachann's table. Talk about an awful first impression. Plus there was blood everywhere. He was never going to let her turn him. Wheezing, Cat bounded out the door. She left a few piles of bloody mess in the snow for a paladin to find if it had an interest, and headed not for her mate's apartment, but for her sire's. He would kick her around for eating human food, but he would take care of her.

Eachann Christie: The vomit on his table was one thing. However, the blood filled vomit was something entirely different indeed. The only one with nothing other than blood in the vomit - would be a vampire. He was immediately on his feet and after the girl who was hurrying out the door. His hand lifted, he mumbled a few words under his breath and a bolt of blue energy shot from his palm and hit her in the back. He'd used his power of turning undead, which would seep into her body, find her blood and at least 2 pints of it would dry in her very veins if she were indeed a vampire. If she wasn't, she'd be completely unharmed

Catherine Nilson: "Ow," said a deadpan voice when the blue energy hit her in the back. She felt like her veins were suddenly experiencing rush hour traffic. Cat picked up the pace, trying to hobble away before he could pursue. If worse came to worse, she would tome home. Again, she had an *** kicking waiting for her either way.

Eachann Christie: Her saying ow was all he needed. He followed her, pulling out his sword and approaching rapidly. "OI! FANGER!" He said as they turned into an alley, and he waited.

Catherine Nilson: Her fangs were permanent because of a curse she had, so when she grimaced over her shoulder at his form disappearing into an alley they were showing in the moonlight. "What?" Cat panted, exhausted. And hungry.

Eachann Christie: "C'mere an let me introduce ye tae mah sword yeh deid freak!" He grinned right back, adjusting the grip on his blade that he was planning on running her through with.

Catherine Nilson: "No thanks," Cat mumbled, seeming distracted by her pain and the discomfort of having swallowed human beverage. She peeked around the corner into the alleyway. Yep, there he was, looking pretty excited to stab her. Cat took off her backpack and fumbled around. loot, loot, loot, gun, tome, loot, knife.

Eachann Christie: He wasn't going to give her a choice in the matter, the pathetic wuss of a vampire he'd seemed to find himself with. He bounced on the balls of his feet and ran towards her, going for it.

Catherine Nilson: Cat blocked him with her arm. She barely felt the pain, it was all running together. This had been a horrible idea. She hadn't known he was a paladin leprechaun. She flipped open the tome, read something, and vanished out of sight.

Eachann Christie: He felt his blade dig into her arm and crowed in triumph. He sprang around, expecting to try and fend off another blow but nothing came. Instead, she was just, gone. She'd been there, and then she wasn't. He blinked in curiosity, because that was new. What was she? How did she do that? That, would have to go into his notes. However, as he wandered off - he couldn't help but grin at how he'd fought a vamp and she'd run away scared without once trying to hit him back.