Come What May

[risen]

It had been awhile since Zain had visited the beautiful city of love. Yes Paris. The last time he had visited it was when fifty years ago. And just like then he was alone now. Ironic that it was Zain never seemed to find the love that was said to magically entice all who visit this place. He did though like the sites. The art, the culture, the variety of tasty people. Yes it was somewhat interesting to the vampire that had easily grown bored in his years. But none the less he found new interesting sights to amuse him once more. Though just like any place he visited he had always had a goal upon his mind. Deep down in his blood he had wanted to re-meet the dark angel that turned him so many moons ago. But for now it would haft to wait it seemed.

Zain walked around the tower, his boots softly clanking against the steel floor. The night air crisp and refreshing. The scent of many foods in the air. But most of all the most beautiful thing of this night was the moon. No matter what the day..or how gloomy it seemed to be, the moon was always so beautiful in his eyes. And with its glow over the lively city, it was just magnificent. He took a minute though to watch and record it into his mind as he heard two people on the other side of the tower laugh and giggle. Lovers most likely sneaking away up here for alittle midnight naughtiness. Sure he desired and craved such things. But mere woman were of no taste to him. No he craved and desired women with a unique flavor to there wit. And so Zain leaned upon a rail, his hand under his chin as he spoke in a almost inaudible whisper.

"O joyous night, how thee holds so much hapyness..yet you laugh tears of sorrow. Will I ever find thee that picks my intrest..or will I dwell in darkness forever and ever more?"

[Erica Carlen]

Ah yes. Beautiful France. Paris, France to be exact. Such a beautiful place. It held so many memories of lovers and play times she could never forget. The energy was great in such a place and Erica couldn't help but be slightly excited at being here once more. The Eiffel tower, a perfect place. It was something she had once painted before, though she couldn't help but be taken by surprise by it's breathtaking beauty. Living so long, she had developed a love for beautiful things. Her eyes peered up in the darkness, still being able to see the tower perfectly. How many times had she stood before this tower and had to pause to admire it? As a vampire she had a lot of time on her hands. She could visit many places. Money was never an issue. Traveling was a love of hers and there we not many places she had yet to see. Paris was one of her favorites, though Erica couldn't really choose what places she loved best. They were all beautiful and had their own perfections. Vampires were beautiful creatures. They didn't have many flaws. Not to humans anyway.

What brought Erica back to the place she had already painted before? Just the breathtaking beauty. She couldn't resist. Why not visit places where there were nice memories? She could remember making love to a man here many years ago. Not that he was something she would want to keep around. He wouldn't have considered it "making love". She had to admit that it had been quite the hassle to keep him quiet during the act. There was no need to attract unwanted attention. Many men didn't like her secret. It was too bad. She wasn't going to give them a choice in the matter. They were going to please her whether they like it or not. They can't fight her off or outrun her, so why let them try? Of course, it was always nice to give them hope...she just loved stealing it away...watching the feeling die away as she pinned them to the ground and drank the life out of them. Mmmm, she couldn't help but purr at the thought. There weren't many people out at this time but she could hear a few people still out doing...night things.

There was something else here too. A scent much like her own. She giggled softly, a hand on her hip. "I wonder..." she said gently, her other hand bringing a finger to her lips. She supposed it was time to introduce herself to the man she knew was near. How did she know it was a man? Men had a certain smell...it was easy to pick out. Especially when they were horny and worked up. This wasn't the case here, though, but the smell was still male. She peered up at the moon, smiling a bit as it lit up her skin. She found it strange...the fact that the light from the moon was the sun lighting it up. So the moon was acting like a mirror...so why was she not being burned? She didn't like to think too much on it, she enjoyed the moon too much for that. The sun though, was a killer.

Erica began to move now, intending to find the owner of this smell. Not the lovers nearby, but the vampire male a little further away. Perhaps she could find a little fun in this vampire. Oooh, what fun vampires could provide. Well, there was only one way to find out if he was worth her time, and that was to meet him. Perhaps he would be alarmed at her presence, but what man could be frightened by such a beauty? Well, not until they discovered what hid behind it. Erica's body was near perfection, aside from her flat chest that many men found unattractive. But you couldn't keep your eyes off her beautiful face and figure. There was a slight gothic look to the way she dressed, though her blondish hair set it off. Her hair was above her shoulders at the time and her blue green eyes were narrowed into a seductive gaze. Oh what fun she wanted to have tonight.

She finally found this boy she was seeking. She could hear that pretty voice of his. She was sure he already knew of her presence. But it would be so rude of her to not let him know she was around. "Hello there," she said, her voice soft and kind. There was no reason to be rude. He was not prey. Hopefully he would be a toy by the end of the night. She couldn't help but feel attracted to him. Even male vampires were gorgeous and hard to resist. She has seen plenty of them though and they didn't hold too much power over her. She folded her hands behind her back to show she meant no harm, not that she really needed to show that. If he wanted to fight, so be it. But she was usually polite around other vampires, and that wasn't going to change now. Erica stood at six foot even, a bit taller than the male before her. Not that it mattered, she didn't mind. "Beautiful, hm?" she giggled, smiling at him.

[risen]

With the night being as calm as it was and the night air still with the slightest of Breeze, it made it fairly simple to pick up the scent of his new and curious guest. Now Zain was not exactly the sociable kind. He was quiet and only spoke when the need arose. And when he did speak his voice was beautiful and soft with his Irish accent. The only possible thing that made him voice more hypnotic than what it was would be the poetry that flowed from his lips upon random times. It was a gift you see. In all the beauty of the world there were few words the human language had to describe such things. So in time you tend to use up the language rather fast. But poetry. No with poetry everything seemed to be limitless with your description, your emotion, your sites that you wish to describe. It was a gift that humans both abused and loved.

But now a new interest approached him. A young woman by the sound of her voice. And above all else she seemed to be a vampire. Now vampires were not usually dangerous against each other. Sure you had your gangs and rivals all fighting over a hunting ground or territory. But that usually took place in the underground areas. With Zain he need not worry. He was no threat to anyone.., or maybe he was more of a threat than what meets the eye? With that He turned ever so gracefully as he leaned against the rail while reaching into his pocket to pull out a pack of cigarette's. A horrible habit for Humans. A annoying pointless habit for Vampires. It was not like his body gained anything from such acts as smoking. But like most habits many die hard. As he pulled out a single one pulling it up and placing it between his pale lips he whipped out a old flip lighter as its flame burned a bright cherry red. It glow casting a light against his dark green eyes that never seemed to look away from the woman. As he snapped it closed and breathed in deep to let the nicotine filled smoke devour his body he began to speak as he exhaled.

"Yes..beautiful. It is all so beautiful..and it is only more beautiful to people as you and I because now we have the time to truly stop and gaze upon it. Would you not agree?"

His Irish accent flowed well with his entire being as he pulled his cig to the side tapping it to the rail to let some ash flutter to the floor. His eyes seemed to narrow upon this lady. There were two kinds of Vampires he seemed to notice. Civilized and none. What would this young woman be he pondered. And why of all people had she come and talked to him?

[Erica Carlen]

Erica wasn't really a woman for poetry. Art, however, was her thing. Poetry could speak of beauty, pain, jealousy...you could paint anything with your words. If the poetry is well written you can feel the emotion. But Erica was an artist. She painted these feelings. She painted love, beauty and hate. You could see the emotion in her work and she had years to perfect it. Her art was loved and made others envious. Though, the art that truly held beauty was her own. No one saw those paintings. The beauty that blood offered was amazing. The smell, the sight, the feeling. Everthing about it was gorgeous. Blood was life and there was nothing more beautiful than that. Oh how she loved to take it away. Erica sometimes painted her prey after they were dead and gone. She could put a little life back into their eyes and show that it was fading. Those were her favorites. Those paintings were kept hidden away in her home.

But she wasn't here to make beauty. She was here to admire the natural beauty of things. Such as the vampire standing before her. She watched him light up a cigarette and she scoffed. She never found those attractive. Not that they could kill her, but they were still disgusting things. The smell was even stronger to her than to humans. If he was trying to be intimidating, he wasn't doing such a good job. She watched him with curious, seductive eyes. He began to speak and she giggled a bit. His voice was so cute! She had heard this accent before and she knew it was Irish. She was sure she could mimic it. Vampires could learn many accents if they paid attention. They had plenty of time to learn, after all.

"Yes. I suppose we are not taking it all for granted as humans do," she said thoughtfully, nodding her head. The accent she was born with was American. Erica had been born in Colorado and she still sometimes went back to remember her human years. So boring. Being a vampire suited her quite well. She found it more pleasing and exciting. The things she could do..it was amazing. She wondered what he was thinking. She couldn't read them and she found she didn't mind. She would find out eventually. Whether she was civilized or not depended on the situation. If this got out of hand she would allow herself to be a bit uncivilized. So far it all seemed to be under control. There was no reason to think that he would attack. "I suppose you have been here before," she said quietly, looking around. Had he not been here once before he would have been a little more taken by the beauty. Perhaps she was wrong though.

[risen]

Zain watched as she seem to turn her nose up to the smell of the cigarette. He could not help but smile abit. Her reaction to his question at least told him abit that she seemed to be civilized. In his eyes he saw vampires as being nobles in a way. We were higher than humans in almost every aspect. It was not being cocky, it was simply mere factual truth. And to top it off humans were here to entertain us. We the /Nobles/ Of man kind. Though it was pretty sad that here we were hiding our true existence. "My name is Zain, Zain Anastasia. And yes. This would be my second time here in over fifty years it would seem. Oddly enough it is still as beautiful as it once was. Yet something is abit different. Usually the lights and the city excite me...but now I find it abit dull. Though you on the other hand miss mystery lady of the night have caught my fascination."

He took one more hit off his cancer stick before turning and flicking it off of the side before turning back to face her. His green eyes hold curiosity in its grasp. Who indeed was this woman before him?

"Not to be rude, but what is your name? You do..have a name still right?"

He smirked with his question to her. Of course she had a name. But like most over time we change our names to hide our identity. How ironic. We hunt our prey yet we hide from our prey. Maybe it was not ironic. It was simple pathetic. Now with what seemed to be be an hour since he went up there he now happened to notice the two couple from before leaving. Sad, they would have been quite the tasty treat. Though men..He never did like drinking from the blood of males. They had a bitter salty taste them. But females..It was much different. It was like drinking crimson Ruby's of sweetness. And he noticed that the more pure the woman was, the sweeter her blood did to satisfy the thirst of one such as he. His stomach growled lightly and his lips watered. Of course he was hungry now. It had been a few hours since he last fed and it was almost supper time for the young handsome vampire.