Through My Eyes ( Ripper)

[Vega]

The warehouse was a boring place for Vega. She spent most of her time inside wandering about the barren shell of steel, taking careful note of anything that may provide her some stimulation. Vega had not yet acquired any painting materials, and had to resort to sketching in her notebook with pencil. She sketched the various angles of the corners of the warehouse, sketched a picture of moonlight coming through the wired windows and the like. Needless to say, it was boring and Vega craved something more.

Jose had gone on a shopping spree, at Ambrose’s request and brought her back a suitcase full of clothes. Most were a bit too colorful for Vega..dresses with light hues, resembling the ocean. “ Blue she thought, I would never be able to wear such a light blue, gross.” Vega did find one dress that she absolutely fell in love with. It was black, of course, and was the sheerest of materials. The neckline came below her breastbone and the length of the dress, hit above mid-thigh. Vega was not used to exposing her body, as she kept her normal dress quite reserved and covered. She decided to try the dress on, and it fit perfectly. Jose was a master dresser, for sure. As she dug through the suitcase, she found a few pair of shoes, all her size. She settled on a black pair of wedges that had interlacing straps that worked their way up to mid-calf. She adorned some red lipstick, a tube that her mother had given her and ran her fingers threw her long black hair. Vega thought it was perfect...but perfect for what?

Vega wanted out of this concrete and steel prison, so she decided to head out on her own. She had been getting stronger by the day and the young necromancer had developed powers, useful powers.

Vega slipped out the window and headed down the desolate street. She had no destination and no plan...what she did have, was a need to find something that gave her the feeling that painting had always given. As she walked, she made no eye contact with the random humans that passed. Most were vagrants looking for enough cash to buy their next bottle of cheap whiskey.

She had been walking for some time now and was not familiar with where she was. Vega had no fear in being alone, she always was, when human. It was then that she heard a faint thumping, like that of a heartbeat. A small smile came across her face and she headed in the direction of the noise. It was music…

Vega approached the noise, her pace picking up as she got closer. It is then when she saw the sign. The Metronome… Vega had not been out of the warehouse much, except to hunt in the slums and walk the woods...With each step, the music that drew Vega got louder, deeper...it was as if it was burrowing into both her mind and soul. Vega smiled, that smile grew as she approached the door of The Metronome. She did not look at the people that were outside the door, she merely pushed the door open and entered. Her first charge was to survey the inside and size up the people that were in there. She wondered if they were human or vampire… those thoughts quickly dissipated as the music, like a mole..dug deeper into her.

[Ripper]

Wickbridge had always proved as a centralized hub located in the very heart of the city; inside it was a location which could provide either shelter or entertainment for those seeking such things in equal measure. To those beings who knew its secrets well and could easily navigate through the twisted back ways and hidden corridors of the district had also discovered that the neighborhood was able to lend an unprecedented access and a direct line of travel to almost anywhere you wanted to go in the entire community at large.

The familiar shape of Beta Tower’s Apartment complex building towered heavily in the sky above the tiny transit station adjacent to it. This looming structure had been called home once back in when he first had arrived here in Harper Rock. Inside that family unit where he had initially sought refuge among his new ‘relations’ and now that door was (quite literally) bricked and mortared over in a fitting metaphor for the direction his steps had taken.

Ripper hardly spared a momentary glance or gave a thought for the building. Once a landmark to fathom by, it now had become just another faded patch of the scenery. The Metronome was his destination tonight--or at least if not to that building then too the opportunities that it afforded!

[Vega]

The crowd was a mix of students from the University, locals and a spattering of others. It was a good mix, for sure. Vega was still not quite sure if this place was full of humans or it was a mixture of sorts. The music that drew her in continued to play, it was as if the melody was working its way inside of her, touching the deepest most parts of her soul. It made her forget things, her past, her present...all that she was focused on was the music…

She made her way into the club, walking past the bar. She heard a few sexually charged comments from some young men at the bar, wearing Tommy Hilfiger shirts and shorts… she merely smiled and kept walking. She wanted to get closer to the music..and she thought that by escaping deeper into the club, she would reach the heart… Vega knew that her heart no longer beat..it would never again. It was then Vega got a quick flashback..she recalled Ambrose hovering over her open chest, suckling upon her heart..she was aware and awake..but too frightened to do anything or make a sound. As quickly as that thought came, it was washed away by the thumping of the music.

The dance floor was full of writhing bodies, all moving simultaneously to the beat… Vega felt her thirst grow..she knew that there were humans here and those humans coupled with the music were seducing her. She found herself in the middle of the dance floor, alone. Within seconds , and like she lost control of her own body...she began to move. The music had found its way in.

Vega was Cuban and she knew how to dance. her experiences, at such a young age..made her very aware of her own body, as well. Her small frame began first to slowly sway to the music..her feet remained still, but her hands worked their way from her mid thigh all the way up to her shoulders..her skin felt like silk to her and the motion of her hands began to seduce Vega more. She placed her hands behind her neck, beneath her hair and elevated her long wavy locks a bit….her feet and hips began to move with the low deep beat of the music...its as if she was in a trance.

She paid no mind to the men that walked to her..some coming from behind, some coming straight at her...each tried, in vain, to garner her attention. A few even, got a quick feel in. Some touched her breasts over the sheer fabric of her dress, some placed their hands upon her hips...Vega simply moved away from their unwanted touches and continued to dance. The music that had brought her into the club, had seduced her...in turn, it was flowing from Vega’s body, seducing others...

[Ripper]

This was just another one of his many walks through the dark alleyways of the city night where he would skirt out at the aspects of a crowd striking at a quick trot that nobody noticed while seeking those one or two unwary humans who were (unknowingly) about to distance themselves from the safety of a herd while he would approach them with hands shoved down in deep pockets whistling some melody that no one would recognize.

After each encounter he sped on ever invigorated each new experience powering him on for that one that was surely to come next even though he did not know yet when or care about the particulars. A grin would crease his blood-stained lips from time to time--and why not? It was a beautiful night.