--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
<Adelita>: This was not the life the woman had assumed it would be when she was turned into a vampire. This was not like the movies, or television programmes she watched out of sheer boredom. Being a vampire was hard, and quite frankly, sucked.
After things in Mexico, all of Lita’s father’s accounts had been seized and frozen. Even her own accounts. Pending the investigation, the D.E.A. claimed. Which meant somewhere between now and twenty years from now, Lita might get a tenth of the cash her father owned.
And let’s not even start on the whole feeding aspect. Lita had tried and failed too many times, so what little money she did have, was going away each night when she had to buy blood packs. Twenty-five thousand dollars sure didn’t last long. Yes, twenty-five thousand dollars. Some made that in a year. Lita spent that in a month, easy back when she was the heiress to a large, influential cartel in Mexico.
She was poor. And Lita hated, hated it. With every fibre of her being. Lita didn’t even know how to be poor. It was unfathomable. And she couldn’t very well be mad at Remi or Gordic, because, no matter how much she plotted and schemed for her father to be dead, she never predicted this would have happened. But it did and she had no one to blame but herself.
So after months of scrounging by, Lita realized she needed to adapt. Doing what she was doing night in and night out wasn’t going to make her rich. It wasn’t even going to get her enough money to buy a single blood pack for her to feed off of. She could have probably turned to either of the two men in her life, but Lita was far too proud. She was a god damn princess in Mexico, even if it was the princess of a man who had corrupted Mexico with narcotics and killed fathers, sons and brothers of men. No, women like Lita didn’t grovel or beg for help. They found a way to get what they wanted and needed themselves. And she needed money. Screw power, she didn’t care about that for the time being. You needed money to have power. Any idiot knew that.
Getting a job wasn’t an option. Lita didn’t have very many skillsets. None, actually. Well, nothing that was legal. Lita could put together a couple of homemade explosives with a few random things found in someone’s kitchen or bathroom, but not something people typically hired you for. She had very little life experience and hadn’t finished her business degree yet before she died.
And this is how Lita got to be on the arm of a very lucrative business man tonight. Some guy who helped make some little gadget that helped a washer not leak or something like that. Or improvised on an idea already in existence with that little do-hickie . Honestly, Lita couldn’t care less what the man did to get the money he got. He had money, he knew people and she was all too willing to dress up, fawn all over the old fart and impress his friends while they stroked each other's ego at The Lounge. Yes, old. The guy was easily in his sixties, which should repulse most people, but not Lita. Old, young, black, white, asian, serbian, whatever, Lita didn’t care. They all looked the same in the dark. She wasn’t planning on staying with them very long. Just long enough to take a few small items in their home, trade it in for some petty cash and move along to the next sap.
“You look pale tonight.” Her date complained in Lita’s ear as they moved over to the bar, passing a large cloud of cigar smoke. “Estoy Bien.” She assured him with a pat to his arm. “I just have a small headache.” She looked at him apologetically.
“Maybe some food would help. You’re as thick as a quarter around.” Another complaint. This guy was full of them, but Lita just nodded. “Maybe on of those tiny cheese things that man has there on the tray. “ Lita pointed to it, hoping he would go get it. He reminded her what the thing was called, ‘quiche’ apparently and was off with a nod of his head. Not that it mattered. Nothing she ate tasted like it did when she was alive. But it shut him up for a while. Just long enough for Lita to go to the bar and order a bloody mary. She needed something to get through the night.
<Godric> “Yes, you look lovely tonight.” The Necromancer told the blonde on his arm with a curious onyx stare. She did look lovely in her shimmering silver dress that seemed to reveal the very slim line physique she had. Her legs, when his hues dragged lower to check out those legs. His mouth almost watered. Godric liked to take his victims to dance and for a drink before he fed off them. It was like his kiss goodnight in a way, but using his fangs.
The man brought her outside the small apartment he was picking her up from. He had found her through a dating website. Heather her name was yes, yes that was it. He had a profile up there. He used one of his best photo’s that revealed his bare chest - and the tattoos. Chicks digged tattoos. Chicks digged muscles, he had both. The woman applied for dates in the masses, and he had found a fishing pool for his feeding. He wouldn’t get caught and the women would get to know him - for a night at least, before he gave them his bloody kiss and left them dazed in a cab.
It was just a short walk to the lounge where they had agreed to do the drinking, of course he’d be drinking blood but Heather wouldn’t notice that. How could she? It would be dimly lit. After a few moments he was leading the blonde inside the Lounge and was heading straight to the bar. He didn’t see Adelita there, well not at first - his attention was on Heather the whole time.
“What would you like to drink, darling?” He asked as she whispered a margarita in his ear. He smiled and turned onto the bartender and ordered her drink as well as a bloody mary for himself. With the extra blood. He smiled at the woman in front of him placing his hand against the bottom of her spine, just above her ***.
<Adelita>: “Here you are miss.” The tender passed her the very large Bloody Mary that she had ordered. Lita gave him a grateful smile, along with some cash and a tip, before she started drinking the thing like she had been walking in the Sahara all day and this was the first ounce of something liquid she had stumbled across. “Might want to slow down there.” The guy offered too little too late before Lita started coughing at how strong it was. “Adelita, this is my business partner, George.” Her ‘date’ said as he weaseled his way up to her side. Her attention, a smile, and thumb with three fingers went up in the air to give George a wave before Lita went back to drinking her drink. “He works over in the Plexus building.” Her date went on to tell her more details than she cared or wanted to know about George. “Oh, really?” Lita did her best to sound interested as her eyes wandered around the bar to land on none other than Godric. And his...date?
Lita leaned back in the bar chair she sat in, eyes locked on the hand that was on the woman’s back. Almost touching her butt. No, it was touching her butt. Adelita’s eyes narrowed at the bimbo as she found her posture again and listened to George and Maxwell (her date) talk about something Plexus was working on and would release in the next month or so. Lita took another large drink of the red liquor before she grabbed a napkin and dabbed at her lips. She smiled, wrapped her arms around the old pendejo she was with and pressed her lips to his cheek. “That’s really quite fascinating, George. You must be excited.” Lita did her best to sound excited for the male her date introduced her to, but there was only one thing on her mind now. Godric.
<Godric> “So what do you do?” Heather asked him as he looked at her, and moved his hand lower to cup her *** and smiled at her. “Oh, nothing much. I’m a tracker.” He told her as she brought the freshly made cup to his lips and and took swig, oh he enjoyed the taste of blood - it wasn’t the same as fresh from the tap, but it would do until he could give this woman her kiss for the night. He looked forward to it, almost savouring it. It would bring their evening to an eventful climax and she would be sent home - forgetting his face, and a dollar bill in her purse for her troubles - or to buy some vitamins. One of the two.
“What is it you track?” Onyx hues looked at the blonde and raised an eyebrow. “Lovely women like yourself.” She laughed then, blushing beetroot. Yes, women like her were so easy to flatter and please. It was a game to him - but as he made his sweep of the crowd he noticed one woman. Adelita. His onyx hues widened, as she was cosied up to an older gentleman. He found himself snorting, a pang of jealousy hit his gut as he moved closer to Heather and placed a kiss to her neck as she canted her head to the side to let him do as he pleased.
He withdrew them and planted a quick kiss to her lips and shot another look to Adelita, catching her gaze within his own and held her there. Flashing her a grin he moved back to kiss the woman’s neck as she moaned.
<Adelita>: This was not the life the woman had assumed it would be when she was turned into a vampire. This was not like the movies, or television programmes she watched out of sheer boredom. Being a vampire was hard, and quite frankly, sucked.
After things in Mexico, all of Lita’s father’s accounts had been seized and frozen. Even her own accounts. Pending the investigation, the D.E.A. claimed. Which meant somewhere between now and twenty years from now, Lita might get a tenth of the cash her father owned.
And let’s not even start on the whole feeding aspect. Lita had tried and failed too many times, so what little money she did have, was going away each night when she had to buy blood packs. Twenty-five thousand dollars sure didn’t last long. Yes, twenty-five thousand dollars. Some made that in a year. Lita spent that in a month, easy back when she was the heiress to a large, influential cartel in Mexico.
She was poor. And Lita hated, hated it. With every fibre of her being. Lita didn’t even know how to be poor. It was unfathomable. And she couldn’t very well be mad at Remi or Gordic, because, no matter how much she plotted and schemed for her father to be dead, she never predicted this would have happened. But it did and she had no one to blame but herself.
So after months of scrounging by, Lita realized she needed to adapt. Doing what she was doing night in and night out wasn’t going to make her rich. It wasn’t even going to get her enough money to buy a single blood pack for her to feed off of. She could have probably turned to either of the two men in her life, but Lita was far too proud. She was a god damn princess in Mexico, even if it was the princess of a man who had corrupted Mexico with narcotics and killed fathers, sons and brothers of men. No, women like Lita didn’t grovel or beg for help. They found a way to get what they wanted and needed themselves. And she needed money. Screw power, she didn’t care about that for the time being. You needed money to have power. Any idiot knew that.
Getting a job wasn’t an option. Lita didn’t have very many skillsets. None, actually. Well, nothing that was legal. Lita could put together a couple of homemade explosives with a few random things found in someone’s kitchen or bathroom, but not something people typically hired you for. She had very little life experience and hadn’t finished her business degree yet before she died.
And this is how Lita got to be on the arm of a very lucrative business man tonight. Some guy who helped make some little gadget that helped a washer not leak or something like that. Or improvised on an idea already in existence with that little do-hickie . Honestly, Lita couldn’t care less what the man did to get the money he got. He had money, he knew people and she was all too willing to dress up, fawn all over the old fart and impress his friends while they stroked each other's ego at The Lounge. Yes, old. The guy was easily in his sixties, which should repulse most people, but not Lita. Old, young, black, white, asian, serbian, whatever, Lita didn’t care. They all looked the same in the dark. She wasn’t planning on staying with them very long. Just long enough to take a few small items in their home, trade it in for some petty cash and move along to the next sap.
“You look pale tonight.” Her date complained in Lita’s ear as they moved over to the bar, passing a large cloud of cigar smoke. “Estoy Bien.” She assured him with a pat to his arm. “I just have a small headache.” She looked at him apologetically.
“Maybe some food would help. You’re as thick as a quarter around.” Another complaint. This guy was full of them, but Lita just nodded. “Maybe on of those tiny cheese things that man has there on the tray. “ Lita pointed to it, hoping he would go get it. He reminded her what the thing was called, ‘quiche’ apparently and was off with a nod of his head. Not that it mattered. Nothing she ate tasted like it did when she was alive. But it shut him up for a while. Just long enough for Lita to go to the bar and order a bloody mary. She needed something to get through the night.
<Godric> “Yes, you look lovely tonight.” The Necromancer told the blonde on his arm with a curious onyx stare. She did look lovely in her shimmering silver dress that seemed to reveal the very slim line physique she had. Her legs, when his hues dragged lower to check out those legs. His mouth almost watered. Godric liked to take his victims to dance and for a drink before he fed off them. It was like his kiss goodnight in a way, but using his fangs.
The man brought her outside the small apartment he was picking her up from. He had found her through a dating website. Heather her name was yes, yes that was it. He had a profile up there. He used one of his best photo’s that revealed his bare chest - and the tattoos. Chicks digged tattoos. Chicks digged muscles, he had both. The woman applied for dates in the masses, and he had found a fishing pool for his feeding. He wouldn’t get caught and the women would get to know him - for a night at least, before he gave them his bloody kiss and left them dazed in a cab.
It was just a short walk to the lounge where they had agreed to do the drinking, of course he’d be drinking blood but Heather wouldn’t notice that. How could she? It would be dimly lit. After a few moments he was leading the blonde inside the Lounge and was heading straight to the bar. He didn’t see Adelita there, well not at first - his attention was on Heather the whole time.
“What would you like to drink, darling?” He asked as she whispered a margarita in his ear. He smiled and turned onto the bartender and ordered her drink as well as a bloody mary for himself. With the extra blood. He smiled at the woman in front of him placing his hand against the bottom of her spine, just above her ***.
<Adelita>: “Here you are miss.” The tender passed her the very large Bloody Mary that she had ordered. Lita gave him a grateful smile, along with some cash and a tip, before she started drinking the thing like she had been walking in the Sahara all day and this was the first ounce of something liquid she had stumbled across. “Might want to slow down there.” The guy offered too little too late before Lita started coughing at how strong it was. “Adelita, this is my business partner, George.” Her ‘date’ said as he weaseled his way up to her side. Her attention, a smile, and thumb with three fingers went up in the air to give George a wave before Lita went back to drinking her drink. “He works over in the Plexus building.” Her date went on to tell her more details than she cared or wanted to know about George. “Oh, really?” Lita did her best to sound interested as her eyes wandered around the bar to land on none other than Godric. And his...date?
Lita leaned back in the bar chair she sat in, eyes locked on the hand that was on the woman’s back. Almost touching her butt. No, it was touching her butt. Adelita’s eyes narrowed at the bimbo as she found her posture again and listened to George and Maxwell (her date) talk about something Plexus was working on and would release in the next month or so. Lita took another large drink of the red liquor before she grabbed a napkin and dabbed at her lips. She smiled, wrapped her arms around the old pendejo she was with and pressed her lips to his cheek. “That’s really quite fascinating, George. You must be excited.” Lita did her best to sound excited for the male her date introduced her to, but there was only one thing on her mind now. Godric.
<Godric> “So what do you do?” Heather asked him as he looked at her, and moved his hand lower to cup her *** and smiled at her. “Oh, nothing much. I’m a tracker.” He told her as she brought the freshly made cup to his lips and and took swig, oh he enjoyed the taste of blood - it wasn’t the same as fresh from the tap, but it would do until he could give this woman her kiss for the night. He looked forward to it, almost savouring it. It would bring their evening to an eventful climax and she would be sent home - forgetting his face, and a dollar bill in her purse for her troubles - or to buy some vitamins. One of the two.
“What is it you track?” Onyx hues looked at the blonde and raised an eyebrow. “Lovely women like yourself.” She laughed then, blushing beetroot. Yes, women like her were so easy to flatter and please. It was a game to him - but as he made his sweep of the crowd he noticed one woman. Adelita. His onyx hues widened, as she was cosied up to an older gentleman. He found himself snorting, a pang of jealousy hit his gut as he moved closer to Heather and placed a kiss to her neck as she canted her head to the side to let him do as he pleased.
He withdrew them and planted a quick kiss to her lips and shot another look to Adelita, catching her gaze within his own and held her there. Flashing her a grin he moved back to kiss the woman’s neck as she moaned.
