Finding Sin ( Sinister )

[Eva]

Eva West had slipped into a melancholy mood. It was so unlike her to be this way she enjoyed her solitude and shadows. She also enjoyed her family. They all were independent and what time she did get to see them was a boon to her ego. They were all stunning examples standards of excellence in their own way. Maybe a night out, out of the dark out of the farm ... She would tell Lyonel that she would be out of touch for a night so he wouldn't worry He knew she could handle herself.

She slipped on a dress and heels accentuating her long dark legs. The gold heels setting off the bronzed skin and the white linen A line dress complimented her features ... You would never guess that she was a shadow... a thief in the night but that was part of her allure people tended to notice her then loose track of her in a crowd. She stood out but was able to blend in it was a odd combination.

She was heading to a night club Dark Eden she hadn't been since the old man had been in town and Just mingling in the crowd and the Loud music would be welcome to her. They waved her on through at the club they still knew she was the owners family even though family could be the strangest of terms for her relationship with Wolfgang West . The thumping of the loud music filled the night air a block away from the club. Eva smiled the scent of young blood and sweat filled the air amongst other things . Into the fray she went tonight she was on the hunt .

[Sinister (DELETED 9842)]

(( I still have no idea exactly how this should go, I'm on the idea of a 'random vampire feeding gone wrong' where Eva can be his knight in shining armor, so feel free to tell me if I need to change some details ))

Night clubs and random strangers were already beginning to become an established common occurrence in his week or two long existence in this town. Where did he come from, where did he go, nobody knows and hell if even he knew when he was going to become stationary. He was living too much in the moment nowadays that ending up in an alleyway kissing some stranger not far from the nightclub they just met at was ... well, again - a common occurrence.

Life's high of excitement for something new or rather just someone new, drunk off kisses with sweet scents of perfumes, colognes and light sweat absorbed in clothes and carried from their place of greeting. No wonder it really gave that feeling of grand delusion that they owned the night, only this time to be made strikingly clear it was far from it. A kiss on the neck was still so intimate and could set a mood like that, the nibbling was often playful and just cute. He even had hazier memories of last week of it being such a relaxing pacify and subtly euphoric for him, and done like that if it was a kink whole town had he could actually get behind it.

It was too bad this wasn't like those times.
In fact a rough bite led him to mumble something about taking it easy to the other and when they didn't, an annoyance only grew and his soft push was quickly met with a forceful pin to the wall. He didn't have to struggle long to figure out this was both a bit unnerving and getting out of hand. Then it came. The sharp pain of another, but this time a real bite. The panic kicked in but no scream or yelling, a natural relax of his arm swinging a fist to their chest thinking of landing a blow to solar plexus but too shocked and in the moment to guarantee it. However if he thought the bite felt uncomfortable, the feeling after that was even worse.

The attacked jaw clenched down and a groan muffled against his skin as his only thought then was to shove them away as the attacker finally took a step back - but practically had to rip them off his neck feeling every bit of the pull and trauma to the skin. He emitted a short cry of pain through gritted teeth as there was finally some space between them. He succeeded some in knocking the wind out of is opponent and buying a few seconds to glare at them but his neck... The adrenaline help masked it a little, the open reminding him of it's presence with an feeling of itch except when he went to touch it he felt something slick on his skin. A part of him held hope it was just the remnants of some wet, sloppy, kiss as he moved his hand in front of him to look but the smell of iron and copper-rich aroma hit his nose and confirmed what he already before he saw it.

Blood. The red substance smeared on his fingertips and the only thing snapping him out of starting at it, was the wet trickle down his clavicle, on to his chest and realized holy ****, he was really bleeding out. He cupped a hand the side of neck, thank god this wasn't a horror movie with it squirting out of his neck, it didn't seem that fatal as anger swelled him to yell,
"What the **** did you do?!" out loud but meeting the eyes of his attacker remembered there was something off here, they were approaching him again and they didn't exactly look like they were going to help. He cursed the moment for not having enough time to think as he reached to block one fist with his free hand. He really should just let go of his neck; he left himself completely vulnerable to the next attack, the powerful blow on the side of his head that put him on the ground. All he could hear for the moment, was the ringing in his ears ...

[Eva]

A sense of Dejavu washed over Eva as she stood there watching the scene before her. The heat and music of the club had gotten to her and she had stepped out of the back to get some fresh air. She could still feel the pulse of the music as she watched the other vampire feeding quite sloppily on the human. The when the human pushed the fledge off of him she could see the blood gushing out of his throat much more than should have been. In her minds eye she could almost see the blood stained blonde hair of Kaspar his skull bashed against the brick wall as he slumped down it from his attacker outside the HRU sports bar. She shook her head and watched as the Fledge ran away.

Well this was a mess She approached the dying human. She could either finish him off or save him but she could not leave him here. She looked at his face. Oh god what a waste she thought to herself. He was beautiful. She made up her mind instantly the words that came out of her mouth probably shouldn't have but she found it hard not to let them fall from her lips. " Do you wish to live ?"

[Sinister (DELETED 9842)]

The ringing, it's audible dominance being challenged by a new runner up - the rhythmic throbbing, no /pounding of blood vessels wrapped around his skull and squeezing with an immense pressure growing and getting a little more unbearable with each passing second. He shifted slightly, everything between adrenaline and common sense screaming about the importance to get up though vague on the follow up of whether to fight or just defend. Either way, rising off the cold pavement few inches was proving to be too much; his limit reached as he wanted nothing more other than to lie still in hopes it would quell the roaring of the migraine beast. Not to mention that would probably help with the bleeding, yeah? He couldn't forget about that.

w h o a . . . He thought he felt the world leaning there for a second. Literally laying on the floor and still feeling dizzy? Well that can't be good. He thought back to all those random moments of feeling the feeblest of pain in his stomach or when he would breath and think 'so this it, this is how it happens' and be proved wrong moments later when the pain subsided and he was lo and behold, still alive and just fine. He wondered if this would be one of those moment she could look back on but until then, the pattern repeated, 'so this it, this is how it happens'. The product of some really fucked up situation thanks to some psycho; how ironic, and he thought he was a psychopath. Everything so shallow, so fleeting. Was there much of a loss if it ended here anyways? He left Japan, left America, and for a while he contemplated with humor how much running west would land him back in Japan. Looks like he wasn't going to find out any time soon, and going North didn't make a difference - this was the journey's end. He couldn't even think of something that might be worth being written on his non-existent tombstone. Rip-a-roni. The curtains will fall and it will all fade to black ... and still he couldn't tell if that was what he wanted, whether or not he'd be at peace at that... For a moment he was in his own silence...

/ Do you wish to live ? /
What? Funny he didn't remember his subconscious having such soothing feminine voice.
"Do .. I..." he echoed with new attention and blinked his eyes to focus. The figure nearby seemed different than his attacker, it's own distinct silhouette and yeah - this was definitely someone else. What happened? What was going on? He pushed himself up and made sure he was sitting upright, and immediately resuming the protective cradle of his hand back on the bleeding wound on his neck. "... to live?" Of course, what other answer was there? "Yes" his answer sounded more breathy and pal(e)ing skin supported the fact he wasn't looking too good.