▽ scarred memories {jameson}

[Mora]

Everyone did lose control sometimes, and she found herself nodding her head slowly at the sentiment. Even the strongest of people – even vampires lost their way. It was only human. She smiled at him the pearl whites of her fangs showed through her peach coloured lips. Moss orbs looking at the man with a knowing look.

The book long forgotten now. As she stood close to Jameson, listening closely to his story that he was telling her about the man he had killed. It was never easy taking a life – well, in her eyes at least. Mora couldn’t murder. She had, at the start of her vampire life – she had killed to survive. You’d find that vampire survival instinct kicks in. Mora wasn’t proud of her past, and what she had done – but she could relate to Jameson.

“Sometimes you need to push it to the back of your head. I know it’s not easy. Make a little metal box, and lock it away.” Easier said than done – she had locked away the memories of her mother and yet they sometimes crept through the cracks of her mind – resurfacing, the whites of her eyes as she slumped to the floor. Her blood smeared across her own mouth – her senses on high alert. She remembered it all. Each and every second of it.

Everyone had their own venting point. Mora immersed herself in work, looking after the businesses – sometimes hacking. It usually got her mind off things – whereas Jameson’s was getting high. Each handled their past in different ways. The man nudged at her side as she let out a small laugh. She nudged him back in a playful manner as she found herself nodding.

“Something lively.” She brought her hand up to rub at her chin giving off another shrill of laughter. “I mean, I haven’t left the crypt in a while. Is it safe out there?” She laughed again. “What do you want to do that’s classed as fun?”

[Jameson Dade]

"It's not." He said as he considered the woman's words, his hand lifting to drag through his tangle of blond hair. It was like a nest of daylight, unkept and yet it somehow managed to always straighten itself out eventually. Jameson wasn't rightly sure quite how it worked, but it was like he was genetically pre-disposed to be...not pretty, but just. Not dirty? Before having been turned, he had been missing teeth, and years of had drug abuse had been evident in his features, in the pallid sickly cast to his flesh along with wrinkles and heavy bags under his eyes. Cleaning up his act had come far too late, and most of the effects had been permanent. Until turned. Now his flesh was soft to the touch, and smoother than cream with a faint moonlit appearance that made it seem translucent. Not what everyone would have considered attractive, but a more acceptable vision of what he was. Maybe the very best physical version of self.

"The outside I mean. The apocalypse happened while you were reading. Now it's all scorched and dead, and we might just be the only ones left." There was a slight intensity to his words, like someone who had seen many things he hadn't been meant to in life, and was honestly a little bit exasperated. Ready to get some sleep to deal with the horrors. Of course. He was joking, and that was evidenced in the way he smiled faintly just after the dry delivery. He was moving then, angling his way towards the exit. But that left him with an important question to answer. What exactly did he want to do? The simple answer was probably not something he could easily share with Mora - that being to make a visit to Grey's place. Get the man high, feed off of him. That was about as much excitement as the vampire really needed to be content in his world.

But that was hardly a group activity. So he waited until they got out into the graveyard itself before he announced the plans for the evening. "We should pull of a heist." He said, even as he glanced sidelong to her. He had heard that one of the local museums had a collection of rare first edition books, some manuscripts and even scrolls. From what Jameson knew, Mora loved books, so what better thing to get for her than something to read? Well. Assuming any of them were in English. And he did happen to be wearing his thieving outfit (sloppily thrown on as it was). "Yeahhhhh. How would you feel about adding a secret section to your library? Like you could put it in a room behind a book case and just have things a wealthy collector might want." The more he heard about this plan (even if he was coming up with it) the more he liked it.