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Post by Miya Koroshiya on Mar 17, 2009 13:14:09 GMT -8
Three months. It had been three months since the night of hers and Noah’s wedding and the night she had been turned. She was nothing but a baby in her ‘vampire years’ but literally, she was far from one. Well, except to Noah who had treated her like one or more like a princess rather. From the time the pair met until now, Miya’s husband had spoiled her rotten. As if she weren’t enough. Growing up had been all the same. She had gotten anything and everything she could ever ask for from her father and now here she was getting the same treatment as an adult. God, she loved it.
Tonight’s plans were simple. She had planned to go out, on her own for once, to find a gift for her hubby. But what for? It was their anniversary of course. Two years had passed already since the night the baby vampriess met her little lover. Two short years. Despite the fact that they had eternity to spend with eachother, Miya felt as though that still wasn’t enough.
Happily, she made her way through the semi-crowded outdoor mall trying her best to decide which store to enter first. Armani, no. Dolce, no. Ugh where to go, where to go. Her mind reeled as she tried her best to hurry and make up her damned mind. There was only about an hour or so until the mall closed so she didn’t have much time to be picky.
Listening quietly as her heels clicked against the stone beneath her, she looked up in wonder, her chocolate colored orbs slowly gliding over the various store names. If only her husband wasn’t so materialistic like she was. That’s how she assumed him to be anyways. Other than that fact, she wasn’t used to shopping for someone else. When she had gone out, it was always to get something for herself. Quite selfish she was.
Finally coming to a decision, she continued to carry herself to the far end of the mall which seemed to be the most vacant. There was a particular store she remembered Noah mentioning and she hoped that it was still open.
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Post by Urik on Mar 17, 2009 13:57:56 GMT -8
Attire“I know of no book which has been a source of brutality and sadistic conduct, both public and private, that can compare with the Bible” Why were they all so disgusting? If this is meant to be Gods image than what faith was there to have? There would be plenty of faith..once Urik fixed them all. Once he made them all worthy. Each and every one of them. Toting their bags with clothing meant to allure the senses, but all they did was make him want to start a massacre. He remembered the days when someone could massacre and entire village and there was little risk of being caught. Of course nobody of the mortal variety could lay a hand on him, but having his face on the most wanted list would make things a bit more tedious. Hazel eyes squinted as a woman with her crack showing from the top of her low rise jeans passed him. Perhaps it would be worth the trouble to kill them after all.. He wasn't even sure what had possessed him to come to such a place. Of course he enjoyed people watching. Or stalking rather. But this was all too overwhelming. If it wasn't for centuries of practice there is no way he would have been able to refrain from snapping each neck that came within arms reach. His need to lash out was only contained by his overall mental power and the tight pockets of his name brand jeans. Honestly he could care less what brand they were, all that mattered was that apparently the fabric complemented his ass and it made for an easy hunt. Not that there was ever truly a hard one. The last one he could remember was his father, oh so many years ago. That was a true battle. He still had the man's fangs molded into a picture frame in his bathroom. Tacky, yes, but it told a story. Momentarily lost in his thoughts Urik had barely noticed the woman as she strode across his line of vision. She was young, but not in terms as humans go. A fledgling vampire, how adorable. It just made him want to eat her up. He hid himself amongst the crowd, although honestly Urik could never really completely hide amongst the mortals of this world. After all, he was far too stylish... A slight snicker escaped him as a woman sat herself beside him, blond curls framing her face. It was horrid enough that she reaked of cheap perfume, which he assumed was meant to simulate Jamines which to him smelled like sewage water filled with dead flowers, but she was popping her gum like a fucking fireworks show was going off in her mouth. Just as she opened her mouth to speak Urik stood, smiling kindly and giving a slight wink. "Another time, my love." He might consider eating her later so it was best to keep her swooning. When he showed up at her house she would be all but pulling him in the doorway. It was a quick decision to follow the vampress who stared awkwardly at the store signs above her. Taking slow strides and keeping his distance so he could taken in her form. She was too pretty to torture. He would just beat her to death. The old fashioned way perhaps. Slender hands twitched within the confines of his pockets and he began his infamous whistle. The chase was on. [/center] |
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Post by Miya Koroshiya on Mar 17, 2009 14:58:01 GMT -8
“Shit!” Just like she had feared, the one and only store she could think of getting anything from was closed. “Now what?” she asked herself moodily as she turned on her heel, facing the direction in which she came from. In annoyance, she yanked the leather straps of her purse onto her shoulder and scoffed under her breath as she started back down the long stretch to the street. Not only had her night been filled with boring meetings, now she turned up gift less.
To make matters worse, she was parched. The nearly unbearable burning sensation began irritating her throat and she could feel her tiny fangs throbbing. She knew she should have done this whole shopping ordeal last week but no, she had to procrastinate until the very last minute. Other than looking good, and running around for the Yakuza, procrastinating was one of the few things Miya was good at doing.
Walking at a much faster pace than she was used to, one of her heels had managed to get itself caught in one of the cracks in the stoned floor only to be broken apart from the shoe itself. The girl couldn’t help but growl in frustration as she stomped her other foot against the ground. Tonight just wasn’t her night apparently.
“Could this night get any worse?”
Bending down, she removed the now broken shoe from her foot along with the non-broken one and held them both on one hand. Shrugging her shoulder, she caused the straps of her purse to slip from their place and slide down her arm to the crook of her elbow where she had more room to open the oversized bag. For one reason or another she always carried a pair of black flip flops around with her ”just in case” as she always explained. Now, she was thankful she did that.
She sighed softly to herself as she moved to the side of the walkway, out of everyone’s way before dropping the now useless pair of shoes on the ground. Again, she pulled open her bag and pulled out the plain sandals and let those fall to the floor as well before slipping her now bare feet into them. For a moment, she debated on whether she should leave the old shoes where they were and just walk off without them or be courteous enough to throw them out. Going with the latter, she picked them back up and began making her way towards the nearest trash bin, a frown now tainting her pale features.
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Post by Urik on Mar 17, 2009 15:58:45 GMT -8
Thick brown tresses shifted a bit as his head tilted to the side, watching the woman in utter fascination. He was like a child window shopping at a pet store. He had seen vampires a mere few days old with more grace than this one. yes, she absolutely had to die.
He was a firm believer that if you aren't reborn with the grace and agility becoming a vampire has to offer than you damn well shouldn't have been made. It was unfortunate, but she would look stunning hanging on his wall. Most people collected china or even animal skins, but no Urik preferred to drape the walls of his den with human an vampire skins. Glass cases full of decapitated females. It was his favorite room in the house, after the basement of course.
He could imagine it now, her dainty little head on a shelf, mouth wide open, possibly holding one of his golf clubs between her teeth. Mmmm the possibilities. Well at least then she wouldn't have to worry about he shoes breaking on the sidewalk. Her feet would be ground up probably and fed to the tortured souls chained in his basement more than likely. Urik hated feet. They were such odd attachments and a pain to keep presentable.
At least the woman had the decency to pick up her failed feet attire instead of leaving them for someone to trip over. Although that would be just as entertaining..if they snapped their neck once they hit the ground. A sleek tongue would glide across soft pink lips as he smirked. This one would be fun. Strolling over to where the woman stood, he remained a few feet away, only momentarily, before stepping right to her side. "Oh, frumoasa mea, aren't you just completely adorable." Giving a toothy grin, Urik slipped the heels from her hands quickly. "Allow me.." The movement was beyond any human comprehension and even with her new vampiric eyes it would be hard to catch.
Tossing each shoe underhanded, they both landed with a light thud into the bin a few feet away. Straightening himself out, he raised a brow as he looked to her. "Forgive my rude lack of introduction, iubirea mea. My name is Urik, Macabre." The introduction was accompanied with a slight bow although his head tilted so those creamy hazel eyes remained solely on her.
"May I inquire as to your name? It is not often that I come across one of my kind and one can never have too many friends." Although the sentence was spoken perfectly he found himself nearly gagging at the mention of friendship with this woman. Disgusting...
iubirea mea = my love
frumoasa mea= my beautiful
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Post by Miya Koroshiya on Mar 17, 2009 18:17:04 GMT -8
The small frown painted over her face soon twisted into a scowl as the heels were suddenly snatched out of her hands. The stranger who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere had moved too fast for the baby vampire to react in any way. Rather than attempting to snatch the shoes right back from him, she silently watched as the man tossed the heels away with ease. She wasn’t sure whether to be offended by the act or to be thankful. Being the little snob that she was, the latter was out of the question.
A light scoff left her soft pink lips as her eyes danced over the figure standing before her. He had a distinct aura around him and Miya recognized it immediately. Her husband had given off the same aura. She derived a conclusion and simply assumed that the man was just like her; a vampire. Absentmindedly she rolled her eyes as her arms were crossed over her chest.
Regardless of the hard front she was trying to put up, she was nervous. She had no idea how to act or react when it came to being around another vampire. Other than her loving husband, the only other vampire she had been around was her cousin, Kai and he was far from sweet.
Shaking her head slightly, she let her arms fall to her sides in a pathetic attempt to brush off the whole ‘hardass’ guard she had put up. Judging by the way his demeanor, it didn’t seem like he meant any kind of harm so there was no reason for Miya to be rude to him. Forcing a smile, her eyes followed his movements as he bowed down before her as he gave her his name. Urik. Quite unique and though she would never admit it, especially since she was married, she found him rather attractive.
Mentally, she took note that he had said a few words in some other language she was unable to decipher. Again, that thought was pushed aside as she force herself to extend a hand out to him as she introduced herself. Broadening the fake little smile that crossed her lips, she gave him a slight nod before speaking.
“I’m Miya. Miya Koroshiya.”
At first she had no idea what he had meant by ‘one of my kind’ but it didn’t take long for her to catch onto what he was speaking of. More often than not she had forgotten what she truly was; part of the undead.
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