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Just some old posts I saved. ^^
Maia Adumi - Modern Vampire//Fantasy RP
"Dad... dad... Take a break, I made dinner..." The sound of knocking upon metal could be heard. "I'm coming in, so you'd better hide your super secret projects..." The sound of giggling could be heard as a few buttons on a panel were pressed. The large metal door slowly ascended to reveal the laboratory behind. "You have to-" The voice stopped. Footsteps carried the speaker into the room, then ceased suddenly. The floor was sticky with blood. It looked as though a hurricane had swept through the room. Complicated machinery and tools were broken and scattered. Cut wires were sparking on electronic devices. In the midst of it all on a metal work table lied a body, limbs askew, head turned at an impossible angle. From the neck, blood ran down to the floor in steady flow. A strangled scream broke the silence -
Maia awoke to the sound of her own muffled scream. Fighting with a pillow, she pushed it off her face and sat up, trying to catch her breath. She cursed softly under her breath, realizing she had left her window open and the wind had blown all of her papers off her desk and scattered them on the floor. She went to close the window and caught sight of her pale reflection staring back, two moonlight tear drops streaking down her face. She wiped them away fiercely, caramel coloured eyes hardening to their usual emotionless state. There was no time to sit around crying. She went to her closet and pulled out random articles of clothing, dressing quickly. In the other side of the closet, she rifled through a pile of bedsheets and random things. It looked like a mess, but it was carefully prepared to hide something underneath - documents and remnants of devices she had salvaged from her father's lab. If only she could understand how to use them...
She pulled out two small round vials that held a golden liquid inside. It was metallic and shimmery, the consistency of melted butter. She slipped them into the pocket of her black sweater. Just in case. There was a soft beeping sound and she stood up too fast, hitting her head on a shelf. Damn... She scrambled to throw the stuff back in place, close the closet door and grab her phone off the table beside her bed. She flipped it open. There was a text simply reading: 'Location:' and directions. The direction of the latest kill. She reached under her mattress and pulled out a small handgun. She hated violence and weapons, but there was no way to avoid them in a place like this. She was not even sure it would work on their kind... But it made her feel safe to have its heavy presence weighing down her back pocket.
She left her apartment and got onto her bicycle... not the most impressive form of transportation, but it was cheap and fast. Money didn't exactly fly into the hands of people working at cafes. But at least she looked inconspicuous; a young woman on a bicycle, nothing ominous about that.
"The VIP section? Of course.." A voluptuous blonde in a red corset spoke loudly to another girl who could have passed as her fraternal twin dressed in a similarly provocative way. Maia's expression stayed stolid, but she inwardly recorded this statement. Waiting a minute or two, she slipped off the seat and strode across the room, weaving through the crowd, a sea of flailing limbs, and came to a door. She looked around and no one was watching, so she tried to push through. It worked but someone was on the other side. A hulking figure over a foot and a half taller than her with long dreadlocked hair and a razor edged grin. He clasped her arm with his large hand, his tattooed bicep rippling with the force of it. She cringed in pain, certain that he would crush the bones in her wrist if he didn't let go. "Looking for something?"
"I was supposed to meet someone here," she lied, trying to act casual. "I'm here as..." Her mind searched for the word. "A Giver." That was a term she had heard some of the humans, the traitorous fools, who were obsessed with vampires and gave themselves to them willingly.
The large man gave no indication to whether or not he knew she was lying and simply stepped aside. "Of course. Come in." He chuckled darkly. She murmured a thanks and walked past him into the room. It was a long hall that looked like it belonged in a medieval dungeon more than a night club, lit by fake torches set into the stone. Heavy looking wooden doors lined each side of the hallway and she could hear voices and moans and cries of pain coming from them. Disgusting... This place was seedy. The one empty room caught her eye - the door was wide open. She slipped in, closing the door behind her. The room was decorated in a Victorian style, surprisingly elegant compared to the plain dungeon atmosphere of the hall. On the bed, surrounded by white silk sheets, was a handsome youth, naked, and drained of blood save for what stained the sheets around him. He looked no older than 16, maybe 18... Maia turned her head away. Sometimes she wondered if she would ever be tough enough...
She walked to the bed, forcing herself to look. She covered his mid-section to give him some shred of dignity. Touching his neck, she turned his head to the side, examining the wounds left by a vampire's fangs. Do vampires even have DNA.... Regardless, it was what the 'headquarters', as they importantly called themselves, requested. She had been waiting a while to find a crime scene where the body had not been disposed of. Most vampires were more careful. No doubt the one who had done this was young, inexperienced. From her pocket, she took out a small bag with a sterile cotton swab in it. Taking a sample of the blood and saliva from the boy's neck, she slipped it back in the bag and into her pocket. The lab was planning to analyze the DNA to try and find something to counter it... a poison.. or something. She was not entirely sure how all of that worked.
Gently sweeping her pale fingertips across the boy's eyes, she turned to leave the room, remembering to leave the door open as it had been. No one was there. She walked back to the door that lead into the main part of the club. Her heart was beating fast as a hummingbird's wings and she felt faint. But the tall man was gone. He was probably too high or drunk... if that was possible for a vampire... to even notice.
Breathing a sigh of relief, silently, she exited into the club and out as quickly and quietly as she had come in. One more successful step. She had been lucky. She knew it would not always be that way. Eventually she would have to stop taking risks. Then again, if she died this way.. at least she would die fighting. She hated that so many humans stayed oblivious to what was happening. The vampires had the power to take over and the humans were always teetering on the edge of destruction of their kind. If they did not start taking it seriously, they would be at a greater disadvantage... But all of that was easier said than done. Most people she talked to thought she was crazy when she mentioned her views.
Climbing back on her bike, which was too big for her as it had been her dad's, she started toward the human headquarters to drop off her 'prize'. I'm more likely to kill myself on this bike than in that crackhead vampire den...
The streets seemed to fly by as Maia pedaled the bike to its limit. She wove around the odd parked car and some slow drivers on their way home from night shifts, narrowly missing a few drunks who were carrying on and shouting in the middle of the road. She reached the outskirts of town in a short time considering she was in a leg-powered vehicle, and slowed the bike. Shaking her hair loose from its wind-tangled state, she stepped off the bike and leaned it against the wall of a building. It was shabby looking and made of crumbling sandstone brick. It was tall and wide and looked like it had once been a school. No one would dare to go in; it seemed boring, dull, not even interesting enough to be haunted.
But Maia still took the back door into the place. The door clanged shut behind her. She took a flight of rickety metal stairs up to the third floor, entering a long hall with flickering flourescent lights and doors lining each side. She entered one of them, and saw the familiar site of the makeshift lab the human resistance had put together as their research headquarters.
A man and woman in lab coats were bent over a table, examining something under a bright lamp. She strode over and dropped a small bag in front of them. "Have fun." Before they could even say anything, she had left. She always came and went fast, like a ghost, never sticking around long. They were used to her odd ways. It was just the way she was; she tried not to get attached to anyone anymore. She was not unfriendly, but just nervous of making a deep connection. She made her way outside and back onto her bike and started the long trek home, pedaling at a slower pace than she had on her way there. She let her gaze wander up to the sky and she watched the stars flickering. There were no obstacles on this long road so it didn't particularly matter if she paid attention to the path ahead. Her eyes sought out the moon and she tried to decide what the shapes were; a face... Eyes, nose, a mouth... The man in the moon... She smiled faintly at the childhood memory.
 Pasiphaea · Sun Jun 28, 2009 @ 07:39am · 0 Comments |
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