This RP takes place on Sunday 5th April 2015.
<Lorde> It had been an average night for her. Lorde had consumed over three pints of blood already from three separate hosts. Lorde had an addiction to blood, and she knew she did. Her addiction had put her on the bounty list before. People had caught her and had reported her to the police before she could get her hands on them and snapping their necks. Lorde had been a vampire for more than two years, almost three years now. She was well aware how to keep her bodies hidden. The woman was good at that. Enver had taught her, and in the past Lelantos had too. Yet, she was secretly glad she wasn’t around anymore. Enver did so much better with Keara. The woman she liked to call ma for funsies.
The killer was already tailing her fourth victim of the night. She knew once she would consume this one’s life force she would feel full - at least until tomorrow and she would rinse and repeat the hunt all over again, which wasn’t a problem for her because she loved to hunt. Cutting through a few alleyways she managed to get in front of the woman. Grabbing her by the red hair she pulled her back into the shadows where she quickly submerged herself into the woman neck, fangs scraping against the flesh of her skin until finally they penetrated the skin with a soft crunch.
Her screams of pain muffled by the killers hand as she held it there applying pressure that she couldn’t broken her jaw. The woman drank so deep that the woman sagged unconscious in her arms. A low growl left her lips as she dropped the woman on the ground only to find there was someone staring at her, someone with a camera in their hand. Lorde found herself blinking as a bright flash dazed her - the flash of a camera. Yet when she looked back to the source of the light there was no one there. They had vanished. Lorde then made her way out to the threshold and looked around - the streets around her were empty and she panicked. Had she been caught? Was that going to be another strike against her name.
The only thought that went through her mind was ’Please don’t send me back there’ Lorde hated the shadow realm, so dark - so scary. Even for a three year old vampire. Grabbing her tome from her satchel that was slung around her shoulder she read it out loud and vanished from the streets dropping beside the ritual altar of the attic. Moss orbs looked around. “Ma, Daddio?” She called. Hoping one would be around.
Keara: Keara was downstairs in her cell when Lorde arrived and so didn’t hear her call, at least not directly. The computer that streamed the video from security camera’s caught her arrival though and Keara just happened to be glancing at the screen as it flicked past the main room of the attic. The female appeared panicked, at least Keara thought so; there was something in the manner in which she looked around the room, as if she were searching for something or someone.
Seeing as how she wasn’t dressed, what with the rules of their cell and all, she thought it best to first reach out to the childe with her mind. It was the most expedient manner and the majority of the family were used to Keara speaking direct into their thoughts as and when she felt like it. Not remembering who had what gift at times, she often left the connection open so that they might reply should they so choose.
‘Looking for someone you are darkling? Need I for upstairs to come? Answer you may with your mind. Hear you I shall.’
She told Lorde that replying this way was possible and waited to see if anything would come through. She was yet to stand from the sewing machine where she was creating yet another garment for Goth Garb as she wasn’t sure if it was her that Lorde was looking for. At some point she would likely need to upgrade the families security to include some kind of microphone, though there were sounds in that attic she’d rather not have recorded; most of which likely came from her and Enver, as they were entirely too free with one another these days, even if the family were around to witness what they were doing.
<Lorde> The woman heard the familiar sound of Keara’s voice enter her mind and blinked a few times. It was rare someone spoke into her mind via telepathy. Enver did it sometimes - even then, it grated against her mind. Felt as if she wasn’t alone with herself. Yet, she didn’t say anything. Keara and Enver were the only ones who wouldn’t get punched for speaking into her mind, she wouldn’t dare hit them - granted the killer could often be seen as aggressive, especially at the disappearance of her wife. She assumed the woman was elsewhere cheating on her. It hurt her gut every time she thought about it, but it seemed the only logical explanation. She often thought she rushed into binding herself to the eternally. The woman would have an eternal stake on her heart. Yet now, in this moment she was pacing the wooden floor of the attic.
Yes.. She thought hoping the woman would hear her even as she thought it. She was skeptical about the abilities of telepaths. I ran into a problem out on my nightly feeding… I’ll explain it when you get up here. Is Daddio around? By daddio she meant Enver - and she was sure Keara would know that. She made her way back over to the ritual altar and sat herself atop the wood and waited for Keara or both of them. She knew Enver would be disappointed that she was found out that was for sure. Especially since he used to be a bad boy, back when she was a fledgling. It was only when he found Keara did he really suddenly become a good boy, perhaps she tamed him.
Keara: The moment she realised she was needed, she was pushing herself up from seat and making her way to the bedroom so that she could dress. There really wasn’t the time for her to dress herself properly so she pulled on one of her typically short skirts and a tight fitting t-shirt, both of which suited her usual style of dress and made her way out to the elevator. Of course she was talking to Lorde the entire time she was dressing.
‘No darkling, home he is not. Strangely chosen you have for him to need in the one hour when away from home he is.’
She was pretty sure that he wasn’t with Shya, because he’d made a promise to tell her when he was visiting her which meant he was likely checking in on one of his businesses. It was possible he was running through the caverns but it wasn’t something he made a habit of, so she highly doubted that scenario too.
‘Call him home we can if necessary it is. With you directly I shall be. Only need I do for myself presentable first to make.’
<Lorde> Presentable. That word made her look down on herself. She wore a grey tank top - the type of tank top you’d wear to a gym, it was good gear to work. Yet she found herself looking at her trousers. Well, they weren't exactly stylish they were grey jogging bottoms - adorned by a white trainers, made by Nike. She did like the best footwear, because she liked to train in the catacombs, even the castle sometimes - and you need good footwear to dodge all the damn enemies you fought. Moss orbs looked to the elevator. She assumed the woman would be coming through that way.
Damn that man. She found herself thinking, forgetting that she could hear her. She rubbed at the flesh of her chin as she wiggled her legs back and forth in a nervous manner - thoughts running wild in her head, she was suddenly angry at the thought that Tytonidae might potentially be down upon her like when lightening touches the ground. She sighed then, trying to calm herself down. Whatever the fate would be, Keara would make it better - it was why she had tomed home straight away.
I’m sure you can help me, regardless. She thought in response to Keara’s last comment about getting him if necessary. It wasn’t all that necessary. Yet.
Keara: ‘Damn who?’ Keara asked as she rode the elevator up.
She wasn’t sure how she could help exactly but of course she would try. It was most likely that Lorde had either been spotted feeding or that she needed help disposing of the body, having perhaps gone too far and drained the person dry. It wasn’t often that any of theirs were spotted feeding these days. Not since Enver had set up a shop for the family. She knew how he’d look at Lorde when this all came out too, as she’d received that look once or twice herself. While blood packs were fine as far as her nutritional needs went, it lacked something in the taste department, so she herself didn’t stick to the safest of possible diets; as blood from the vein was much more delectable.
“Problem have you say?” she said stepping out of the elevator and making her way directly over to Lorde, embracing the childe before she pulled back to a more respectable distance.
The female had his blood and so in some ways it was obvious why she felt so connected to her and yet in other ways it wasn’t. The mere sight of Shya had made her resolve crumble and the darkness creep into her heart but she suspected that had more to do with what the female symbolised than any real guttural reaction to who she was.
<Lorde> She came out of the elevator the moment she looked at the shop and some of the members of the family buying things from there - mostly blood bags. She frowned, that **** tasted nasty. She couldn’t drink it - sometimes, it would make her vomit. She’d only drink it if there was no other choice, or if she was critically wounded - which even then rarely happened. She huffed for a moment as she heard the silver doors close after the elder of the Vedarian bloodline emerged from the box. She would avoid small spaces if she could. Lorde was claustrophobic. It couldn’t be helped.
“Problem.” She said. Nodding her head. As she wrapped her own arms around the woman in response, embracing the wife of her sire - and adopted sire in return, the woman who had accepted her as one of her own which warmed her unbeating heart at times. Lorde loved Keara, which was rare of the woman to accept new people - besides her sire, considering he was all she had for almost three years - and now she had a whole family because of Keara.
“I was feeding - you know how hungry I can get sometimes. I just have to have more than one human sometimes. I fed off four women tonight.” Women were her preferred type of tap, she couldn’t drink from men - men repulsed her. “Well, the first three were fine. Nothing happened, I disposed of their bodies - the fourth. Yeah, I fucked up. Someone must’ve caught me dragging her into the alleyway. I was draining her, when I was about to finish her off. I got pictured - I mean flash of a camera and everything.” She sighed, looking down at the wooden floor, avoiding Keara’s gaze. “By the time I was no longer dazed from the flash - the guy, the photographer was gone - which is when I tomed home.” She waited to be reprimanded.
Keara: “Oh Lorde,” she gently shook her head. “Allow yourself for so hungry to become you should not. Learned you have not as yet for your thirst to control? If feed daily you do, desire you shall not for your victim to drain. Try you should not for to kill unless it necessary is.”
Okay, so maybe it was a little odd coming from her. Keara lived to kill, a day did not pass that she didn’t tackle some sort of creature and end its life. She relished the killed, delighted in it. Fighting for her was like dancing with a stranger and more often than not she was the victor. This said however, she did try not to slaughter weaker creatures like the frail ones. They were a necessary part of the circle of life, the circle of eternal life even and she wasn’t sure if Lorde respected that like perhaps she should. It was surprising though that Enver had such a childe, she had until this point considered that he was perhaps drawn to the darkness in others as he himself was so dead set against the ending of a human life; unless that life had some vague attachment to her that was and then they were apparently fair game.
“Know you do not who your photo did take?”
The question was all but unnecessary as Keara was already more than certain that if Lorde knew who it was that had taken her image, that they would be dead already, and so her help would not be needed.
<Lorde> Lorde looked ashamed, she couldn’t help it within the presence of an elder, she who had been a vampire more than most of their kin. She nodded her head slowly. “I can never control it.” She said. “It’s not a lack of lessons, or anything” She confessed. “I am always hungry, I always want to feed.” She shrugged her shoulders she had always assumed it was was because she was a killer, the keyword in the title. killer. She sighed. “I try to sate my hunger by boosting my own blood, but sometimes - it just makes me want the real deal. Then when I do feed, I get so lost in the feed that I drain them dry.” She shrugged her shoulders.
Enver didn’t know this, and she didn’t want to tell him - she didn’t want to see him disappointed in her, and even now with this new found siblings of hers, the possessive side of Lorde didn’t want to see him shift all his attention onto this Shya chick.
“No I didn’t see him. When I dropped the girl, and ran to the edge of the alleyway. I couldn’t see him, it was as if he had vanished. Completely.” Or used a tome. “So now, if he’s going to hand the information into the police - I’ll be put on the bounty list for sure. Tytonidae will kill me.” She admitted.
Keara: What she heard unsettled her. Enver had not told her that his childe had such an affliction and what with everything else that was happening around them at late, she began to wonder if this were another secret he was keeping. Though this secret was perhaps not his to tell and so would be acceptable. Keara took a moment to appraise the childe, paying particular attention to the latent gifts she had been blessed with that came from somewhere other than her paths and bridges. The childe had a propensity for darkness and a lot of things soon began to make sense to her.
“Tried you have for your thirst to control? For every day, for a little blood to drink. Capable you are of stopping to feed. Yes? Or do you always your victim kill?”
Keara was trying not to judge Lorde. She knew how it felt to want to drain a person dry. Losing control was something almost every vampire did at least once in their lifetime. Blood was not only their life source, it was their addiction and for many it was the only thing they could really taste, as they were unable to consume anything else.
<Lorde> She thought about it. Killing seemed like the easier option, it hadn’t occurred to her during the feed that she could stop, sometimes she’d get so immersed that she wouldn’t stop until her victim was completely drained of blood - or limp in her arms. Her latest victim, she hadn’t killed her. She remembered.
“The fourth victim. She’s alive. Barely.” She said with a light smile. A proud smile even. This secret she held, she was ashamed to admit to it, she could dispose of the bodies well - she was never caught, not until now. “Enver is going to kill me.” She knew he wouldn’t literally, but she was afraid to face him when he would find out. The paranoia she felt was human. She shook her head though.
“I have tried - but I just get more and more hungry. Sometimes all I see is red, and just…” She let the sentence hang as she shrugged her shoulders. “I’m sorry Ma.” using her affectionate term for Keara.
Keara: “Oh darkling. Your fault entirely it is not. Enver assumed perhaps that you his level of control have. Judge we often do others by standards that our own are.”
She wrapped her arms around Lorde and stroked her hair. The two women were pretty much the same height only this night Lorde was perhaps a little taller due to her footwear. Keara had not stopped to put on shoes or boots of any kind.
“Perhaps this something is, that taught you can be. Then choice have you do in how you feed. Control then your fate better you may. Though see I do that the kill enchants you so. Drawn to your darker side you are. Say this I do not for you ashamed to make. Say this I do as it true is. Sorry you need not be, for be you cannot that which you are not. Not without practice.”
Keara relinquished her hold on the loveable blonde once more and looked around them. While it was important for Lorde to understand herself and her habits, it wasn’t essential to the task in hand; which was tracking down the photographer before the image he took could be shared with all and sundry.
“Your location tell me you should. Where feeding you were. Start there we shall.”
Keara moved in the direction of the computer, hoping that Lorde would follow.
<Lorde> Lorde let Keara hug her, as she hugged the woman back - she was glad she didn’t lash out at Lorde, or scold her for being so.. so… open about being a vampire. Keara withdrew from the hug and she followed the woman to the terminal. She watched the screen flicker to life in front of her eyes as she took a seat. Ready to watch the woman do her thing when it came to computers. She wasn’t good at hacking - Oria had tried to teach her, and it just wasn't her thing. Her mind wasn’t made for cracking codes. Special people were made for that Keara being one of them. She shrugged her shoulders with her own thoughts.
“It’s embarrassing.” She said finally. “I’ve been a vampire for almost three years. Yet, I’m still a rabid animal.” She admitted with a small laugh. A laugh to brush off the shame she felt. “How long did it take you?” She asked curiously. She didn’t know much about the woman in front of her. Only that she was an elder, one of the first - a lovely woman, and the wife to her sire. She hoped she could get to know this woman in the small time they spent with each other now. Even if it wasn’t under the best circumstances.
“Oh, I was I Gulls.” She said. Answering Keara’s final question. “A few blocks from the station.”
