The Dead Aren't Dreaming (Open to Andi and whoever)

AZRAEL

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~Azrael's search for Faith had been fruitless. Not that the visit with Sienna had been entirely unwelcome, but after that he had no luck in his own search. As another night swept across New Orleans he was left alone with his thoughts. Worse devils had never existed than the thoughts that plagued his mind that night. A wasteland of the dead and dreaming stood before him in the St. Louis cemetary and he hadn't the faintest interest in any of them.~ "You've been dead a century and they still bring tokens to your grave sweet one. What the bloody hell do you have to complain about?" ~Fae wyne was clutched in one hand as he leaned back against the mausoleum of Marie Laveau. Tipping the bottle so that a portion of the wine poured out onto the wasted soil he saluted the air afterwards and brought the bottle to his lips for a drink of the heady mixture. It would seem as though he were talking to himself in the silent graveyard but Azrael always had more than one way of communicating. The blanket of spirits that surrounded him were ever intrigued, always cloying in their desire to share their secrets with him and drape against his dark solitude in their heady whisps.~ "Blondes." ~He muttered that one word to himself as though it were a curse. For him it seemed to actually be a curse. Of all the gods creations there was surely none more devious or destructive as women and blondes were the worst of the sodding bunch by far. From somewhere near the entrance of the cemetary he heard a noise. Footfalls in the darkness catching his attention and drawing his senses to pick up the rush of a human heart beat and the smell of blood beneath a thin veneer of skin. His tongue licked at his lips and he bent down to rest his bottle on the ground, leaned against the grave of the long dead voodoo Queen.~ "Enjoy, love. Don't get knackered and wake up on the wrong side of a zombie." -Moving away from the mausoleum with a soft whisper of his leather coat brushing against stone he blended with the shadows and went in search of a little something to wet his appetite. Whatever human had entered the cemetary would find itself in strange company. Or perhaps Azrael would find himself in a stranger situation than he expected. Life was full of little mysteries and inconsistencies. Best to accept it and move on.~ -- Edited by AZRAEL on Saturday 23rd of July 2011 12:01:06 AM -- Edited by AZRAEL on Saturday 23rd of July 2011 12:48:39 AM __________________

ANDI AMBROSE

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[continued from http://wickedlabyrinth.activeboard.com/t43696992/journey-of-an-ingenue-alec-andi/ ]

It didn't take long for her to reach the graveyard, a petite girl, slightly out of breath from her run along the streets. Getting inside was always interesting though, but climbing the gates at night was something she was becoming a it more proficient at. The need for sleep was not something that Mr. Dresden took into account after all. It wasn't like he needed to rest.

She grunted softly as she hit the ground by the gates, tugging at the t-shirt she wore, smoothing it over her waist before making her way along the graveyard paths. She headed for the last place they'd worked together, nose wrinkling at the damage she'd done to one of the gravestones, fingers brushed over the marred marble. "Mr. Dresden?" She hissed the call out into the night, not wanting to disturb the silence. "He's probably hiding. This is probably a test." She muttered to herself, grumbling softly.

Her eyes closed, grounding herself as he'd explained a million times before, searching for the pull of the ley, feeling the surge of it around her. A flicker fo a surprised smile touched her lips as she managed to orient to the leyline, finding it in much less time then she had before. Maybe she was getting better at this. Once she had that fixed she searched within her for that tingle, that hint she'd felt just before he disappeared. Her brow furrowed in concentration, focused completely on her task, oblivious to her surroundings.

Probably not the best idea in a dark graveyard.

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What the master vampire did not know was that there was another one lurking in the shadows, watching the blonde human woman sprint from the gates and steady into the ground. She could feel his power, his bloodline danced upon her skin like the Mississippi river wind, caressing her body. His power was like no other she could describe; his true, deep connection to the Other world trickled against her as if she walked through a den of spider webs. Those glistening, crystalline blue jewels flashed into the night, searching deep within the shadows until she saw him; white blonde, spikey hair with electrifying blue eyes, shocking like lightning bolts. A smile creased those crimson, lush swells.

Her own master power flittered, heating up the atmosphere like lovers on a fur rug, rolling and dancing to the rhythm of their sex in front of a winter's romantic bonfire. It was incredibly strong, as if just a flick from her fingertips, one could suffocate and drown in desire to death. She realized something about this vampire in this moment; it seemed he liked to taunt and play with his food, as well as she. That smile brightened into something evil yet seducing, flashing her porcelain white fangs. She followed him, stalking in tune to every movement he made, mimicking every bend and fold in his body, until finally he made the move towards the blonde human.

And the blonde human girl was right; it was certainly not the best idea to be in a dark graveyard when things such as herself and the other master vampire bumped in the night. Her voice carried with the wind, oh too soft for the woman to hear, but clear and full of desire to the master vampire.

"Hasn't your mother ever told you it's not polite to play with your food..." A flirty, haunting laughter echoed, a French Creole accent rolling from her pink, wet muscle.

-- Edited by VERONIKA BAPTISTE on Friday 22nd of July 2011 07:01:07 PM

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Yum! Blondes! He can see the woman in his sharp, peripheral vision. His dark blue hues admired the lady's frame and how she happened to stumble on a nest full of the undead. There was a troublemaker with his name stamped all over it, better to not intervene in both the Masters food while he was tempted to try a little bit of what he can sense in the adrenaline rush, since they was top dog here he left them be until there was some space for Joseph's interlude for the day. He was sitting on top of a nearby tombstone a little higher than the others. His palms flat on the surface of the granite stone on each of his sides watching male and female vampire.

It was rare to find Master Vampires, but their incredible energy told him it was obvious enough. It was like that reese's cup commercial, the part where the voice-over asked "How do you eat your reese's cup?" It was the same with him, he did not toy with any of his victims but he did play cat and mouse or it's never fun to begin with. Run and he'll chase, his game was not here seeing as these guys did it their way. It was about that time when the red headed femme fe telle presented herself did he recognize her from someplace else.

A smile curled his lips as if he was the cat that ate the canary. Dropping down from his perch, he leaped on the right of the two Masters. Yes, he knew they were way stronger than he was and he wasn't in to stealing what they saw first. There was a look giving to the blondie over there, he hiddenly was a sucker for them but you would not have known it unless you truly gotten under his skin to find that out.

For the record his blade was much bigger than lurking on blonde or raven haired chicks. What he wanted was a bit of action, the action came to him or he went to it. He did not right out introduced himself, they was engaged on the young woman. "Ah! Masters. I haven't met any since I got here." His own French accent was delicate, the sound of the girl's heart was heard in his amplified ears, he knew better than to take what a Master saw from the start. Smart lad he was, but if he was lucky enough there be some left for him. Not all vampires was as decent, he barely knew these two.

-- Edited by JOSEPH BODINE on Friday 22nd of July 2011 11:45:33 PM

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Cutting through the mysterious, sensual and clueless of the cemetary, was the laughter of madness. "Harking, he harked. Fifty thousand harks before the solider found him. Then it was too late. But isn't it always too late? Ghosts, he ate them. Gave me peace." The allure of a cemetery to a vampire seemed extremely cliche, but dead attracted dead, or so the saying went. She was on the trail of a scent that still lingered at her home. Of old death, of ancient tomes, parchment, ink and leather.

The jagged hemmed dress danced and played in the evening's heated breeze, black ankle high boots stepping in random patterns toward her mark. Long tendrils of auburn hair slid over her torso and hips, vivid emerald eyes holding the unfocused look of one who sees more than the reality of most. "Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. " She moved behind a tree, then reemerged, her voice changing to a singing like call.

"You're here, I know you're here..." and there he was. She danced the perimeter of the gathering, and came up behind Azrael, not touching him, but standing close behind him, her entire form blocked out by his, save the dance of the red hair that darted into view here and there.

She listened to the sound of the female vampire, then her eyes turned toward the sound of the human heart beat. "The baby's lost, she's going to get hurt, we eat the babies..." Her hand lifted, forefinger and thumb touching together then rubbing. "If Lady Fang is hungry, it's hard to hear the rub dub of a baby..."

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~The feeling of other creatures of the night moving through the cemetery was an annoyance to say the least, something that made his well sculpted upper lip curl in disdain. What had happened to the good old days when blood suckers knew how to keep to their crypts and mind their own sodding business. Apparently the good old days were dead. Lust and strength, the lines of the Ardeur and the Dragon respectively. A waste of flesh, the simple powers of mortality calling on baser instincts that he had no interest in. The one with the wagging pink muscle could take that wet flap and shove it up the other vampires bum for all he cared.~

“Mr. Dresden?”

~Andi’s voice was soft in the darkened cemetery and though the blundering of the other vampires was loud as gun shots going off to him the petite human female clearly hadn’t a clue what she had just wandered into. More’s the pity for the little fool. Azrael did not bother to stalk the girl, hardly a necessary use of his time. He stepped out from between two of the tall stone mausoleums and slid from the shadows as though their essence gave him form. Moonlight made his radioactive blonde hair more white and cut sharp the skillfully crafted lines of his face.~

“Who’re you talking to then little bit? You got a friend underground here? Not a good place for a girl like you to be alone at night.”

~His voice held a chill to it that sparked with the energy of the ether from whence his power came. There was nothing of mortality in that power, it was beyond the petty will of the flesh and dwelled in the dark spirit realm of the eternal. Iced fire sparked in his blue gaze as he moved closer to the girl and for a moment felt a ripple of shock pass through him as her full face was turned to him. Familiarity in every plane of that appearance. Younger, smoother, something lacking in the eyes, but beyond that it was like looking into the face of his own not so distant past.~

~Sculpted lips pressed together in a hard line and then he moved on her like a moth uncontrollably drawn to her inner flame. There was a melding together in that moment as his power caressed deep beneath her skin to the inner sanctum of her soul and felt the woman childs powers alight. Their gifts were of similar purpose and he felt the beginning ebb of curiousity toy with him. His arms were around her supple frame and he lifted her chin towards his face to see if her face really bore the similarity he had noted from a distance. Then apparently the lazy bints nearby harkened and began to flap their lips together like a gaggle of geese. Looking past Andi to where Joseph and Veronika remained he scowled.~

“Oy, piss off.”

~In that moment he saw Sienna come from the shadows herself reeking of madness and chattering in that never coherent way. One hand moved away from Andi and crooked a finger in her direction to come to him, to follow him. Poor delusional bit, how she’d even made it here from that shelter of hers was a miracle all on its own. As Sienna joined him he looked back down to the young girl in his grasp. The other two clearly knew one another, or at least they enjoyed the same conversations about their dinner and some unknown thing called a Reeses Cup so he left them to their midnight rendezvous as his arctic eyes once again swarmed over the delicacy in his arms.~

“Now, where were we pet.” ~That cold long fingered hand delicately tipped her chin up to expose the long line of her neck, pure white skin only covered by the occasional wisp of her honied hair.~ “Ah yes.”

~Then just as he began to lower his head towards her he felt and heard something break through the girl like a sodding steam engine blasting towards him. ‘ALEXANDRA! I’m being held hostage in some lunatic’s tea shop! Come fetch me IMMEDIATELY!’ The unknown voice from the beyond slashed through his head like a knife and his head snapped up, glacial blue eyes looking to Sienna first as though her insanity was catching and then at Andi to try to figure out how she was doing that.~

“Sodding hell. What are you?”

~His bloodline were seekers of knowledge and truth, curiosity their crux for time unending and he had just grasped onto someone who seemed to have spirits speaking through her in a way that he had never felt before. Looking her over he had the insane urge to jostle her, maybe turn her upside down and see if something fell out. The fact that he was the only other thing in the cemetery that could hear the voice of Alec Dresden was assured, the other vampires gifts were of a more earthly variety, the secrets of the ether locked to their corrupt souls. Fingers like ice traced the line of Andi’s cheek as he breathed in the feel of energy around her and breathed out the word…~ “Witch….” ~Almost like a sigh.~

-- Edited by AZRAEL on Saturday 23rd of July 2011 12:49:57 AM

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A mechanical tilt of her head at the crook of the finger bidding her come. She did the same with her own finger even as her feet moved toward the ancient power. She looked at the little blonde in his arms, her fingers trailing along the blonde hair in a petting fashion, before the conversation from the newly arrived male vampire caught her attention. Eyes like gems scanned his form, before her laughter came without warning. "It's a party is it? A lovely party. Brie with grapes on bread so hard it crackles when bitten....like mice."

She turned back in time to see the frosty look of Azrael and lifted a hand in a finger wiggle wave, before the wind distracted her with the rattle of leaves, the rustle of animals in the nearby shrubs. "Scurrying and flourishing, trying to impress. Impressions...." her voice trailed off, the labyrinth of her mind taking her voice for the time being. Through the fog of her madness, she heard the sigh, but she was oblivious to the power of the spirit that screamed out around the blonde girl. Then she heard.

'Witch' That one word was grasped, causing a sweeping of her mind for any reference. A hand lifted to twirl a red tress around a pale finger. "It's been torn apart, and stitched back together wrong. No linear progression, just haphazard, left and wrong...." Sienna moved closer to Azrael, studying the other vampires. A slow sway of mere centimeters, back and forth, hypnotic and soothing. She lifted two fingers and hooked them, then jabbed the air toward Veronika and Joseph "Hisssss..." the mad cackle came again, her head falling back, the lock of hair around her finger sliding away as she looked at the sky and enjoyed herself far more than anyone else at this little soiree.

"She's pretty, but in trouble, and nobody cares. The biddies wouldn't stop running, the blood running down the walls like paint splashed in the wrong sequence, always the wrong sequence. Nothing makes sense...." A softly pitched keening began, the sound was one of profound grief, deep mourning and pain.

Then her head snapped upward again, like a switch was turned off. The sway was taken up again, a sort of state of suspended animation. Hours upon hours could be spent in this condition, though external stimuli generally served to turn the switch again.

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Oblivious, that's what she was, focused on the internal search for that tingle of power, the bond with Mr. Dresden. He'd said to come to the cematary and here she was, using the skills he'd taught her to find him, so intent on her search she had little awareness of her surroundings. Which was why she let loose a soft startled cry when the voice cut the silence around her.

“Who’re you talking to then little bit? You got a friend underground here? Not a good place for a girl like you to be alone at night.”

Lashes parted in sudden wide stare, gleam of green eyes clear those with the gift of seeing within the dark. A shock coursed through her as she met the iced blue of his gaze, power dancing along her spine in a sudden starburst of sensation. Was it him? She stepped back in confused retreat, barely a step away before her foot turned, hands reaching out in reaction to her lack of balance. In that instant his arms wrapped around her, her hands curling into the leather of his coat, suddenly finding herself clinging to him. Her head tipped back even as his fingers caressed at her chin. "Who are you?" Her words a frightened whisper. She blinked slowly as she stared up at him, trembling as he seemed to shimmer with lights dancing over the brightness of his hair.

“Oy, piss off.”

His words brought to her attention the others she hadn't noticed, head twisting to see the others even as she pressed closer to him, still clinging to his coat. She had to get a hold of herself. Oh god, what was going on? She blinked, trying to shake off the almost drunken sensations of power, uncoiling her fingers and pressing her hands lightly to his chest when he eased his embrace to beckon to someone behind him. "Please... let me go." Fear was leeching into her now, fear of the sensations, of realizing she was very much in the wrong place at the wrong time. Where was Mr. Dresden? Let this be a test, let this all be a test.

“Now, where were we pet.”

He wasn't as distracted as he appeared, drawing her closer, hand lifting back to her chin and gently guiding her head back. His fingers were cool against her flesh, making her breath catch on a soft sob.

“Ah yes.”

Her hands clutched at his chest, searching within, dragging desperately on that flow of power, trying to move him, to get free, focusing on the lessons, on what Mr. Dresden had tried so hard to teach her.

‘ALEXANDRA! I’m being held hostage in some lunatic’s tea shop! Come fetch me IMMEDIATELY!’

Her back arched as the cry echoed in her head, feeling that tenuous bond flare painfully within her. "Mr. Dresden!" She tried to send her own frightened cry back along that bond, head twisting as she twisted in the arms of the man holding her. "Let me go!"

“Sodding hell. What are you?”

"I'm nothing... no one.... let me go!" Her struggles were useless, twisting in his arms, "I have to go don't you see? I have to find him." He ignored her struggles, fingers moving to her cheek even as she arched away from the icy touch of his fingers.

“Witch….”

"Please let me go. I have to... he's being held.. somewhere and I have to go." She stopped twisting, trembling as she looked up at him, there was something between them, she felt it, didn't know what it was but there was something there. "Please." Her voice softened, pleading with him. "I have to go." So intent on him she'd barely noticed the others, the woman and her ramblings, the other pair and the trickles of power she didn't understand. "I have to help him."

-- Edited by ANDI AMBROSE on Saturday 23rd of July 2011 02:10:27 AM

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"She's pretty, but in trouble, and nobody cares. The biddies wouldn't stop running, the blood running down the walls like paint splashed in the wrong sequence, always the wrong sequence. Nothing makes sense...."

~Well, Sienna had one thing right, none of this made a bloody bit of sense. When the femme fatale had hissed at the other vampires he looked at them briefly, enough to see them balk in their pursuits. It seemed a little profanity and hissing was enough to make them change their minds about sharing dinner with him. Nice to know it was that simple to extricate them from the equations. The little bit in his arms stopped struggling and he looked down into her sweet young face as she pleaded with him for understanding.~

"Please………I have to go……….I have to help him."

~ That pleading sound to her voice reminded him of someone else, pleading with him to help rescue a friend. For a moment the difference in tone made no difference and he could hear both voices accosting him at the same time. Raising a hand he smoothed his fingers back over her blonde hair and gazed into her eyes to get a feel of her power and the essence of her soul. Running the pad of his thumb over Andi’s cheek he leaned in very close, letting the well sculpted curve of his lips brush against her cheek.~

“And what will my help earn me, bit? Will you give me a taste of your power for my assistance in finding your friend? If that is required?”

~In point of fact he didn’t need her to acquiesce to his demands. He could have stolen the blossom of her blood maidenhood quite easily, but it was really so much nicer when they gave in to your desires. Made plucking the fruit so much sweeter. Besides which, ‘some lunatics tea shop’ was hardly a fitting location. To probe the power ringing through Andi further he required a deeper connection, one that a nip of her blood would secure him. Then he could share the taste with Sienna, from his lips to hers, and they could begin a hunt for this illusive Mr. Dresden.~

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*Remember, don't look in their eyes. That's when they can make you do whatever they want.*

She didn't know when she'd learned it, when she was told for the first time but it didn't matter, right now she was caught in those icy blue eyes. Her hands had flattened against his chest, trying to repress the tremor when his hand smoothed over her hair. Her breath caught at the chill from the brush of his thumb along her cheek, fingers twitching against the leather of his coat. When he leaned in she couldn't move, couldn't do anything except accept the caress of his lips to her skin.

“And what will my help earn me, bit? Will you give me a taste of your power for my assistance in finding your friend? If that is required?”

A taste of her power? She reached for the leyline again, drawing the power to her, through her. Don't blow him up Andi, don't blow him up. "H-how... how would you.... taste my.... power?" Her voice was quavering as she sought to gather the power, to link it to that tenuous tie to Mr. Dresden. It was probably a stupid question, she knew it was a stupid question but still, she had to hear it, hear what he wanted. *I'm trying Mr. Dresden... I'm trying.* Words focused along that fragile bond, hoping that he could hear her.

She drew a shaky breath, barely waiting for a response to her question, head tilting, leaning into the light touch of his hand, "As long as you promise to help... you.. you can..." The words a broken whisper, fear lacing every breath, for herself as well as for Mr. Dresden. Her eyes closed tightly, unable to meet his gaze any longer.

-- Edited by ANDI AMBROSE on Tuesday 26th of July 2011 06:10:45 AM

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~The sense of youth and innocence from the girl in his arms was noted with delight, not often that something so sweet wandered amongst the valley of the dead. Unattended except for that spirit raging through her. No protection offered there. Agreement was given, see even he could manage to play by the rules at times. As Andi squeezed her eyes shut the vampire lowered his head towards her and whispered faintly at her ear.~

“No need to look so put out bit. You might even like it.”

~Not ruddy likely. His canines throbbed vaguely as they danced across the heat of her neck. The body that held her so close was cold as the whisper of the ether, it echoed through his body like frostbite. Holding her in that stone grasp he struck with the pure penetrating efficiency of someone who had centuries to perfect their manners at the dinner table. Those perfect teeth pulsed as they broke her skin in a swift strike, filling those petite holes for a moment before withdrawing so that he could drink her into him. As the blood of her youth and power rushed over his tongue he lifted her up in his arms.~

~The feel of her small delicate physique pressed against him was circumstantial. It was the feel of her power racing through him that had his eyes closing. He could feel that power whisper through him and fill his body with heat and white fire. Opening his shields he drew her spirit form into him, suckling at the nectar of her soul just as he drank from her body. A nip only, a delightful taste of the little thing in his arms. Then he set her feet upon the ground once again and trusted her to steady herself.~

~There was a faint crimson color staining his well sculpted lips, a bit of blood still in his mouth as he moved towards Sienna. The mad vampire was swaying back and forth like a Russian orphan. Long bone thin fingers gripped her upper arms as he drew her into him, mouth finding hers in a kiss that was vicious and cruel as he let that taste of blood spill from between his lips and into her mouth. He let her feed at his lips, his tongue, tasting the morsel that had been granted from the young girl.~

“There now pet. Better?”

~Speaking to Sienna as they parted he had to duck back a bit to keep her from attacking his mouth once again. Clever lips curled in a cold smile as he laughed at her eagerness for more. Some other time. For their kind time was all they could really count on. For now…..he released his hold on Sienna and turned to look at Andi where she swayed slightly on her feet.~

“Let’s find this spirit of yours shall we?”

~A haughty brow rose in an arch, each movement towards Andi causing the hem of his leather trench coat to move against his legs. From behind he curled an arm around her waist and circled her until they were face to face. Lifting her up with fluid elegance he smiled cruelly at her and wondered what it would be like to suck down the soul of that powerful spirit who haunted her. With his shields down, her blood and spirit warmth coursing through him, he could see the spirits hold on her like a delicately vibrating silver chord.~

“Coming pet?”

~Looking back over his shoulder at the other vampire he waited to see if the mad woman even knew what he was asking of her. Supposing she did this could turn out to be quite an interesting escapade. Yet with this one it seemed never sure that she would understand or even know her mind enough to make a choice.~

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The whisper to her ear made her trembling increase to near shudders. She shook her head, just slightly in instinctive denial even as his head dipped further, the caress of canines to her flesh enough to draw a whimper from her. *Nononoono* the protest echoed in her mind even as she drew further on that bright light of power, hands clutching at his jacket. The moment skin was pierced a soft cry escaped her, arching ineffectively in his grip as he lifted her against him, feet swaying helplessly as he took away even the surety of the ground beneath her.

Lashes split wide in sudden sightless stare as she felt him feed, not just on the warm pulse of her blood but on the searing white light of power she'd drawn on. She fought to redirect that pull, the tug of her soul into the chill vortex of his hunger, trying desperately to break free but it over too quickly. Set on the ground again she wavered, legs wobbling beneath her until she'd stumbled to a nearby monument, one hand on the chill marble, the other lifted up to her neck.

"What... what did you do?" He'd taken... something... from her. A part of her was... missing. She sought to steady herself as he and the mad woman shared a liplock that made her stomach curl and twist within her. "Ew... "

*Mr. Dresden, where ever you are you OWE ME.* Fury and fear was mingling together now, drawing a sheen of tears to her eyes as she mentally shouted along that tenuous tie between them.

“Let’s find this spirit of yours shall we?”

She shook her head in denial, using the monument to steady herself, attempting to retreat from him. "I'll find him. I don't... you and your... friend... should just... go." A weak protest that ended on a faint squeal as he captured her again. She batted weakly at his encircling hand before he simply lifted her against him once more. "Let me down!" She wasn't trying this time, not consciously anyway, but with a sudden *CRACK* power surged through her, sudden glare of light surrounding her before the monument she so recently leaned against shattered with a spray of marble.

The aftermath of that surge was for her to sink limply against him for a moment, wave of exhaustion swamping her. It was all she could do to cling to the ephermeral hint of Mr. Dresden's energy, hoping her captor would uphold his end of things and get her to whatever tea house Mr. Dresden was being kept in. Then, hopefully, this horrible night would be over.

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The first taste is the sweetest. When he pulled her to him, and his mouth crushed down on hers, her mind righted itself from the insane wanderings. When he shotgunned the hot, wet liquid into her mouth, she groaned a groan of pure, primal pleasure. The taste of the blood of the young innocent, the taste of shooting from his mouth to hers stirred the ardeur. Deep inside the labyrinthine mind of Sienna the trigger for blood, for food, was tripped. Her mouth was still open when he pulled away, the streaks of red lining her lips, extending upward along her cheek. He ducked away causing her to keen in need, a hand reaching to her own neck. With fingers spread wide she slid it down her neck, her head falling back.

"Better, like cotton candy on a summer day with nobody else to taste it but you. Sweet, so sweet. Lady Fang needs more..." But something caught her attention, and she turned in that direction, her tongue licking at the blood on her mouth serving only to smear it further Her fangs were down, the tip of her tongue brushing along their tips idly. The cemetery was filled with sights and sounds, even with the small amount of blood given her by Azrael, Sienna felt the energy returning.

"There's voice out there, crying and wailing, screaming. But where are the babies? Where is Lady Fang's canvas? "

Turning in a move like a dancer, the long red hair sweeping over her back and falling to dance at her hips, the grin she gave was blood stained. Bright emerald eyes recognized Azrael, but she did not know from where.

"Coming. Coming. It's coming. Something wicked this way comes..." That set her off into another round of laughter, but she followed Azrael, the jagged hemmed dress flouncing around her legs, the black clad feet stepping precisely in every step Az stepped.

"Coming or going....going and coming. Here we go!"

Like his fiery shadow she went along, first humming a tune, then quoting Shakespeare, then dissolving into incomprehensible sounds that reminded one of an injured dove singing a song of pain and joy.

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"Boooooooooring."

The sound was hollow and flat like majority of the gravestones in the cemetery. Not to mention Faith was really fucking bored. What she hoped would be a fun evening where she could exercise a newly learned trait of screaming "SURPRISE" in a really theatrical way...ended up being a bust. Keeping herself hidden in the shadows she had watched Azrael brood, Azrael talk, and finally Azrael feed.

Where was Faith in that equation? No where. Granted she was the one who took an over long trip to New York and forgot to call...for like months, but she was a vampire? Time traveled different when you were immortal. Or so was her excuse and she was going to stick to it.

"I'm gone a mere three months and you replace me with Hemophiliac Barbie? Should I be insulted?" Moving from her hidey spot, Faith stepped out onto the middle of the path, pretty much blocking the way Azrael was going to go. The usual smart ass smile that Faith wore like a piece of her wardrobe was gone. In its place was a sneer as she gave the little blonde thing a once over. Not even a fit meal even if Faith would sink low enough to dig her fangs into...that.

Satisfied with her once over of the girl, Faith's attention paused momentarily on the other vampire. Her, Faith filed away for future reference. Right now the object of her attention was standing there with blood on his breath and Faith was feeling more miffed about than she probably should have. Three months away from someone whose side she constantly called home sweet home could leave a girl unsettled.

Shifting her weight to the right, Faith set her hands on her hips and frowned at her Master. Black as tar nails gleamed in the dimness as Faith reached up and combed her fingers through her hair. This was not how she thought the night would go. But what could you do? Take the pea stuffed mattress and make the most of it. Letting the sneer melt away Faith replaced that expression with something left over from her days as a human. The smile was warm, almost giddy as the corners of her eyes crinkled with emotion.

"Or is she a welcome back snack? Azrael, you shouldn't have!" If her words were any sweeter Faith would have had to slap a halo atop of her head. Something to seal the deal. Taking a step towards her Master, she pushed out with a bit of her power. A gentle caress against his shields to see how welcome back she really was. <D>

-- Edited by FAITH on Friday 19th of August 2011 08:49:27 PM

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AZRAEL

ANGEL of DEATH

Status: Offline

Posts: 14

Date: Aug 19, 2011

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"I'm gone a three months and you replace me with Hemophiliac Barbie? Should I be insulted?"

~Several things happened at once that made for a very elaborate exit. Andi’s power misfired and sent a nearby monument into a spray of tiny bits that burst free behind them just before the girl fell into a limp faint in his arms, and then Faith stepped out of the shadows ahead of him. Stopping short he let Sienna come up to one side of him all twirling skirt and humming vocals the mad woman seemed unaware that they had been joined by someone else for the time being. If she became aware and chose to share that awareness then it might not seem much different than the distracted state she currently embodied.~

“Should I?”

~Throwing the question back at his protégée with the cold lick of his icy power he watched her through arctic eyes that memorized the changes he saw. Vampires did not age, their physical selves did not change, but within them he could see the same pooling energy that he saw in all beings and could note the subtle changes experience wrought there. His eyes were portals to the souls of others, reflecting back their own mortality even in the face of eternity. Azrael noted the way she looked at Andi and then Sienna, the caress of emotions that played upon her features so clear to him although to anyone else they would likely seem nonexistent. Yet he knew his eternal chylde.~

“You’ve been gone. Certainly you can’t blame a man for not waiting. I have my own needs to see to….”

~And his needs had gone largely unmet for a very long time. Call it perpetual frustration but being denied his companion almost as soon as they had reached New Orleans had made for a might cranky Master Vampire. Still, when she swept the brush of her power against him his own aura breathed her in. Faith would feel the tug of his power drinking at her soul and wafting its energy back over her. A piece of her soul carried him within her ever since that day on the battlefield in Rome. Not time nor distance nor circumstance could change that and there was nothing on earth that could sever the connection.~

"Or is she a welcome back snack? Azrael, you shouldn't have!"

“We waste time my Faithful one. Though I can’t say I know of a better way to waste it.”

~The words, the way he leaned towards her to brush his lips softly to hers as she came close all showed that he was angry, but also that he had missed her. Even if he couldn’t quite bring himself to say it. Although his connection with Faith could not be severed the one between Andi and her spirit was ebbing and flowing, growing weaker as the figure in his arms drifted in a half state of consciousness. Gathering the shadows around himself, Faith, and Sienna he urged the other vampires along with him, sharing his power so that they could make haste and use the air to travel towards their destination. It took an extension of his energy seeped deep within the vampires at his side and the hook of his soul tugging them along, but he could share his powers where other vampires could not. Time was of the essence and he wanted to see this spirit who called to him in a voice that was achingly familiar.~

(Going to Ophelia’s: http://wickedlabyrinth.activeboard.com/t43688504/azoic-tea-house-open-to-lexie-ophelia/ )

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Topic: The Dead Aren't Dreaming (Open to Andi and whoever)