Keeping Promises [open]

[Drake Night]

You can hide allot about your self, but honey what are you gonna do?

Drake sighed as he entered one of the many way stations, he hated the fact that he was going to drink 'stale' blood. He promised Bijou that he would only take a human life when he had no other choice to drink. A few times he had thought of just breaking the promise he had made to her but she would know. Telepaths always knew. And Drake wouldn't dare make her mad, he needed her. Her powers were greater than she could ever know, the Oracle was the key to his plan to rule to vampaneze and vampires alike.
So he was stuck drinking the bottled blood stored here. Drake had just opened a fresh bottle when he heard foot steps. He took a drink and turned to see who had entered.

And you can sleep in a coffin but the Past ain't through with you

[rayne3]

Drag my teeth across your chest to feel your beating heart.

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Ophelia had just finished her lovely feast. It was a nice gentleman, high up. He was a doctor, not too shabby for around 35 years old. He had a mysterious taste, maybe like a wine or expensive bourbon. She licked her lips and smirked. "Mmm, if only there were more like him around!"[/b] She said to herself. The front of her lovely white dress was stained, but that was expected, she sometimes got a little messy, maybe even played with her food.

As she walked through the woods, her nose picked up on an odd scent. It smelled similar to hers, mixed with humans and vampires and stale blood. Just the thought of stale blood made her gag. That was a reason she refused to drink from anyone over 40, they started going stale and that was one thing that made her angry.

The young Vampaneze stepped into the mouth of the cave where the scent was coming from. A tall figure loomed in the shadows. She cocked her hip and smirked. "I'd expect you're on a painfully dreadful diet of some sort?"[/b] She asked with a light snicker. She pitied him for drinking that horrid substance.

[Drake Night]

You can hide allot about your self, but honey what are you gonna do?

Drake smiled in a charming manner upon seeing a lovely young woman. He took a breath, a fellow vampaneze. "I suppose you could say something like that, besides it's less...messy." The man wasn't afraid to reply a bit teasingly to her, women always found him charming.
He took another sip of the bottle and wrinkled his nose, he accidentally grabbed A positive, he hated that blood type.

And you can sleep in a coffin but the Past ain't through with you

[rayne3]

Drag my teeth across your chest to feel your beating heart.

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Ophelia looked him over. He was a tall man, and looked to be older than him. Of course she knew that he wasn't one of her generation, there weren't many Vampaneze about her age roaming around. Most of them were dead by now, they couldn't handle it, went too far. Although she didn't mind, Ophelia always liked being unique.

"And yet, I believe that my feeding was much better than yours, no?"[/b] She questioned in a teasing manner, that was how she was, always teasing and using her looks to her gain.

[Drake Night]

You can hide allot about your self, but honey what are you gonna do?

Drake smirked, he had her there. He'd never admit it, but she was a sight. There was something about a woman and blood that made his unfeeling heart race.
"I suppose it was." One thing he had noticed in the few weeks that he hadn't taken a life, his skin color hadn't been as...inhuman.

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[rayne3]

Drag my teeth across your chest to feel your beating heart.

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Ophelia smirked, walking deeper into the cave. She placed a hand on her hip and examined him head-to-toe and smirked. [/b]"Such a pity, you're Vampaneze for a reason, I don't like to see friends in such an awkward state. Look at you, you're losing that Vampaneze luster."[/color][/b] She said, crossing her arms and scraping at the drying blood across her dress.

[Drake Night]

You can hide allot about your self, but honey what are you gonna do?

Drake frowned, "And what of the age old tradition of respecting your elders? Your mentor didn't teach you very well I see." He wasn't one to pull a card such as demeaning ones mentor, they were a new born's world, but he hated to lose face in front of anyone.

And you can sleep in a coffin but the Past ain't through with you

[rayne3]

Drag my teeth across your chest to feel your beating heart.

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Ophelia smirked. She was always the one to act up in some way or form. Yet she enjoyed that about herself, that rocky exterior always made for an amusing sideshow. It was her form of entertainment. Yet she knew that someday it could get her killed, Ophelia simply couldn't resist the tempting risk it offered. "I murdered my mentor. He imagined me purple with red eyes, I simply couldn't take it."[/b] She replied simply, flipping her hair over her shoulder and batting her big blue eyes.

[Drake Night]

You can hide allot about your self, but honey what are you gonna do?

Drake rolled his eyes, his mentor died as well. Only he died with honor, saving a half blood from being burned at the stake. "It seems his vision is coming true." Draco didn't really see a pink hue on her skin, but it felt good to get under her skin. "Oh, my name is Drake by the way."

And you can sleep in a coffin but the Past ain't through with you

[rayne3]

Drag my teeth across your chest to feel your beating heart.

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Her mouth gaped open at the comment. Who was he to tell her that? She looked to her skin and she couldn't see the pink tint he spoke of. "Vampaneze are supposed to always tell the truth, Drake."[/b] She hissed, nearly tempted to scrape her nails along her own skin to prove it wasn't pink.

She flitted to the side of him and stood just behind his ear. [color=red["At least I don't look as if I've lived 70 human years."[/color][/b] She whispered in a manner she mainly used to seduce men, although she found it very entertaining with this man. She walked her fingers down his shoulder and arm and lingered on his hand, tapping it playfully with her fingers before removing it and smirking.

[Drake Night]

You can hide allot about your self, but honey what are you gonna do?

Drake smirked, she had spunk. He liked spunk, but not that much of it. In a flash he had her pinned up against the wall off the cave, her arms pinned to her side. He barley noticed that he dropped his bottle and it was just now making contact with the ground.
"I was the closest friend to the King of France, an ally to the British during the War of Independence. Don't you dare talk to me like that, new blood." He hissed at her, his eyes glowing with a red rim through the contacts. No one dares to insult Drake Night.

And you can sleep in a coffin but the Past ain't through with you

[rayne3]

Drag my teeth across your chest to feel your beating heart.

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Ophelia liked that he was so ferocious, but that didn't mean she wasn't too. "You know one bad thing about that stale blood, Drake?"[/b] She questioned, remaining calm and playful. She easily pulled free of his grasp and pushed him hard against the opposite cave wall. She dug her nails into the cave wall, forming two handcuffs around his hands. She smiles and looked him over from this standpoint, he didn't look half-bad. "It makes you weaker than me."[/b] She whispered, a smile dancing at her lips.

[Drake Night]

You can hide allot about your self, but honey what are you gonna do?

Drake grinned, trying to look cocky. But really he was weighing his options. This girl was a vampaneze, a ruthless killer. Combine that with her having fresh blood, he could be killed tonight. So he did what he thought he had to do, he was going to have some one help him. "Thats where we differ. You see, I've got friends who help make me strong." He twisted his left wrist, making the rock wall of the cave form a decent sized gash. He smiled and knew it was only a matter of time.

And you can sleep in a coffin but the Past ain't through with you

[Bijou Wilks]

Life is a lonely thing

Bijou was sitting on the tallest branch of the tree that bordered the forest. Drake always woke her from her sleep when he was going to get a drink, so he was used to meeting her at the forest when he returned. But tonight he was running later than usual. She was swinging her legs back and forth, watching the horizon to see him flitting him along.
But tonight something different happened. The snake 'tattoos' on her wrists that were usually still when she was waiting began to flick and hiss. She looked down and saw the left snake moving more than the right one and a feeling told her something was wrong.
"Drake..." She jumped down and began to run, searching wildly for his familiar thought process.

So make as many friends as you can

[rayne3]

Drag my teeth across your chest to feel your beating heart.

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Ophelia blinked, crossing her arms and pulling away. "Are you saying that you don't like me? You would rather fight me than get to know me? Well, Drake, I am shocked."[/b] She said with an exaggerated tone, placing a hand over her chest and leaning against the cave wall. She knew that she would have a hard time with this Vampaneze man, and she wasn't one for fighting, it could damage a fingernail or her hair, or something along those lines. A beautiful temptress had to keep up the beautiful if she wanted to be known as a temptress.

She paced the smaller side of the cave, eyeing him from head-to-toe. "I'd hate to fight you, but if you're so bent on that then I don't mind fighting every last one of your friends. That is, if that's how you really want to settle things. Maybe you're even more vain than I."[/b] She snickered, trying to imagine it.