Tell me a tale, Mother Goose. (Jezebel)

[Valentine (DELETED 5837)]

” Well, I'll tell you what, Peeta. You go out there, and you win this thing, and when you get home, she'll have to go out with you. Right, folks?”

Valentine listened to the applause and approving noises coming from the TV, his eyes fixated on the screen. When he had heard the first bit of the movie, he’d stopped in his tracks, and now he was hanging halfway off the rooftop to peer in through the window on the top floor of the third story building. The hunger games. Something about the movie had captured his interest when it first came out, but he just couldn’t put his finger on what.

Oh, who was he kidding really? It was the killing of course.

He watched as Katniss slammed Peeta against the wall, before pulling himself back up with a bored sigh. Everything seemed to bore him these last few days. It had taken him some thinking, but eventually he had figured out the reason. He’d come into this cool new life, with powers and intrigue and danger around every corner… but he barely knew how to do anything. Sure, he’d figured out the feeding part, even if he still had some trouble with picking good victims. He knew he could call up some powers just by focusing really hard on them. He knew the sun could hurt and kill him if he wasn’t careful.
He knew the basics.

He sat on the edge of the roof, staring out across the city or Harper Rock. He knew exactly what he needed, but he wasn’t quite sure how to go about it. After all, how does one find someone they know nothing about? He didn’t have any way to contact her, and even though he knew that they talked during the… siring?
Well, he didn’t remember much of that week. His brain had been heavy and hazy due to his fever, and the only thing he was at least somewhat certain off… was that her name was something alone the lines of Jess.

“I wonder if there’s like… connections. Like in the movies.” He murmured to himself, turning his pale hands over as if expecting to find something new and interesting there.
He quickly gave that up, and shook his head. “Well, since I don’t have any better ideas…” He grinned to himself, standing up and at the edge of the roof. He adjusted his backpack, and then took a deep breath, focused… and jumped.

He landed on the second roof with a thud.

He was closer to the ground now, the second roof having only one story beneath it, and with a leisurely jump he got down on ground level. “Oi, Jess!” He called, certain that this most definitely would not work. “Mother Goose! I’ve got vodka!” He pulled out a bottle of cheap alcohol from his backpack, before shouting again. “I’m bored, let’s play!”

[Jezebel Tzasun]

There wasn't much going on for her that night just like every other night for her. It was too quiet for her liking, at least for the time being. Even her cats were quiet, no doubt they were stretched out on her bed or somewhere else for that matter. There was really no telling with those little furry creatures. Of course there was the occasional visitor that stopped by but even then it was only every once in a while. Oh how she loved her random visitors, most of the time, okay...it was only sometimes. “Okay, that's it! I can't take this any longer!” Jezebel yelled, startling her cats out of their hiding spot under the couch. They ran out from under the couch as fast as their legs could carry them, knocking over a table in the process of scurrying out of the room.

“So that's where they were hiding.” She said, chuckling quietly as she got up. The woman picked up her coat, more out of habit than anything, on her way out of the room. Surely something interesting was bound to happen at some point, preferably sooner than later. If it was possible for her to die of boredom she was pretty sure it would have happened already. Nothing exciting ever happened anymore. It was quite disappointing.

Once her coat was on, she rummaged around in her pockets just to make sure her keys were in there. Only once she was satisfied with where they were did she continue on her way out. Ito took her a minute or so to remember that she actually had to lock the door, not that it seemed to do much good but still, it was something she did almost out of habit, or at least when she thought about it. The small goth muttered something to herself, a reminder of some sort or maybe she was just cursing herself for coming so close to forgetting to lock the door, well whatever the reason she wasn't too happy with herself.

There was no destination in mind, even though she probably should have wandered off toward her business instead of the random direction she had picked. Truth be told, Jezebel just didn't want to go back to the place yet. The music and the people there just didn't fit what she needed. Hell, she didn't even know what she needed. Was it something new? Something she had done several times before? Or was it someone she wanted to spend time with? There was just no telling with her. So, she opted for wandering around aimlessly, kicking rocks or cans, whatever really that happened to be in her path. Unfortunately that didn't hold her attention too long or keep her even remotely entertained. “Things are so boring around here.” The woman muttered to herself.

An almost familiar sounding voice caught her attention. “Jess?” Okay, maybe she only thought the voice was familiar to her. Really? Was her mind messing with her already. Of course it didn't help any that she was plagued by the voices of the dead. Annoying things they were. So needy and wanting something or attention all the time. It never failed. They always wanted something or someone or for a message to be passed along. She wasn't a messenger damn it. Never had been and she never will be, not even for some bossy old dead guy or some annoying child wanting his or her mommy or daddy.

The small woman stopped in her tracks to listen, to see if she heard the voice again or not. Sure enough, it didn't take long. “Really? Mother Goose? Vodka?” Okay, that's all it took. The mention of vodka had her attention although the man's voice had captured her attention long before the vodka was mentioned. It was just a lovely incentive. Also, on the bright side of it all, she would finally get to spend some quality time with her new childe.

Jezebel pulled the hood up on her coat. The action, just like many others, was done out of habit. She rounded a couple of corners and there he was. “There's no need to shout just so you know. Oh, and the name is Jezebel, but most just call me Jez. Being called Jess is a first for me.” A few more steps and she was standing under a dim street light. “Well darling, I'm here. What game shall we play to keep you entertained?”

A devious smirk crossed her lips as she pulled her hood back down. A quick bit of rummaging around in her pockets and she found her keys, which she quickly tucked away in one of the pockets of her pants. At least if anything happened to her coat she wouldn't feel bad about it, or at least she hoped she wouldn't. The woman took a few more steps toward him before coming to a complete stop, other than rocking back and forth. “Well, come on my dear, tell me what we should do?” It was then that something seemed to come to her and a look of realization crossed her features, “Aww! Do you want a nice bedtime story from your sire dearest?” She couldn't help herself, she started laughing, more like cackling a bit, but she soon fell silent and found herself staring at him.

[Valentine (DELETED 5837)]

“There's no need to shout just so you know. Oh, and the name is Jezebel, but most just call me Jez. Being called Jess is a first for me.”

Valentine smirked at the woman who appeared from around the corner, his eyes glittering with a giddy sort of glee. He hadn't thought it would work, but apparently shouting at empty air worked to get in touch with people in this town. "I need to remember that next time I'm trying to get a hold of someone. That shouting works I mean."
He regarded her a few moments, thinking about the last time they'd met. She'd given her blood, helping him shed the last bit of his human needs, leaving behind only the urges driving him forward today. "You know, it just hit me that I never really thanked you." He paused, tilting his head just the slightest as he regarded her. "You know, for saving my, uh... life and all."

He stood silent a moment longer, and then suddenly grinned wide, running his fingers through his mess of white hair. "But enough about the serious stuff! We're young and free and the city is wide! I wanna cause some f****** trouble!"
His voice echoed between the buildings, returning to him as a soft whisper of promised fun to be had. A chilled wind rushed down the street and in the distance Valentine could hear a car speeding up and disappearing. He pondered all the chaos they create, all the havoc they could wreck, and he grinned again. “So, mother goose…” He chuckled the name out, offering his arm for her to take. “Know any good stories?”

[Jezebel Tzasun]

His smirk did little to startle her like it would have if it came from anyone else. The yelling had definitely caught her attention, most loud noises did, either because they hurt her ears or it had actually intrigued her. In this case, it had intrigued her. He was a strange one. Her childe none the less but still a strange one to say the least. “Shouting works to a certain degree, but for some it would probably be more annoying than anything else to have some strange man walking around shouting out what he believes to be their name.”

Jez knew there were things she could have done better and hopefully still correct to some degree. The small goth had saved him, in much the same way she had been saved, though the way she had turned him was different than how the others had turned theirs. It had taken a bit longer. Had there been some sort of damage done that hadn't been fixed? His voice snapped her out of her thoughts. In fact, he had came very close to startling her. “There is no need to thank me. I saved your life but damned you in the process.” Okay, maybe damned wasn't the best way of putting that but oh well. It was too late to try to take that back.

Her weight shifted slightly, the movement barely noticeable. Thoughts raced through her always chaotic mind, but these were different. Somehow they were strangely clear and coherent compared to how they normally were, then again, things had changed so much for her. His movement drew her attention back to him, effectively snapping her out of her thoughts once more. “Yes, enough of the serious stuff.” She said in agreement with the young man. “Ah yes. What kind of trouble shall we cause then, my dear?”

The chilled wind carried whispers of adventures and the cruel grasp of death wasn't far behind. Of course, death was never far behind when she was out and now that she had her childe to wander the streets with causing trouble. Perhaps everything she learned from being hunted would finally come in handy. Oh yes! She could finally pass along everything she learned to someone that could use the information. If only those jackasses had realized the monster they had created would, in turn, share everything with another.

The corners of her lips twitched before they pulled in to a smirk. Oh yes, it was going to loads of fun. What to do first? Where to go first? So many options. Where were they going to start first? Perhaps it was best to just go with the flow. Let their feet guide them to where they needed to be. Her attention went to his offered arm. At first she hesitated for a moment then placed her arm around the offered one. “Mother Goose...” there was a pause while she thought over things, “I'm starting to think that's going to be your nickname for me.” Jez shrugged her shoulders slightly. Yeah it was a strange nickname but for some reason it seemed oddly fitting. “Sadly my darling, I am a horrible story teller. Perhaps you have some questions instead about your new life.”