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Post by newland on Sept 11, 2009 20:10:28 GMT -5
It had been a long time since Newland was in the city. Far too long, he decided, to be forgiveable. Now he was frequenting one of the more secluded areas of the town, an interesting little spot they called "Kryptonite". As he contemplated the possible reasons for such a name, he glanced around, rolling the glass of red wine around in his fingers as he did so. He didn't drink, he never drank. His body could no longer sustain nourishment required for most humans. It made his stomach churn, it burned a path down his throat and mixed with the bile that rose silmultaneously. He had once been able to drink wine with relish, and every now and then could close his eyes and still taste it. Rolling over his tongue, sliding down his throat... the days of wine, satin-covered beds and young boys alive and eager to do his bidding were over. And now there were just cold, empty nights. He hadn't seen one of his own kind in decades, and even wine was denied him.
Blood was not the same. Never the same, but the fear, the sheer terror and sense of power over his victims that he drew from their very essence seemed to make up for it all.
He would feast tonight, but first he had to find a victim. Newland had denied himself pleasure for the purpose of this night. He had taken only what he needed, and never took his time doing so. Tonight he was going to enjoy himself, he was going to choose his victim carefully and draw out the death as slowly as possible.
Already reveling in this thought, he glanced around again. A special victim was who he wished to catch the eye of. Young, vibrant, beautiful of course. He wondered what the odds were that he would find such a boy before the night was out.
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Post by Arin on Sept 12, 2009 17:54:32 GMT -5
Arin stretched as he stood from the table he'd been occupying. It had been a long night for him, even if he was off work. Fending off admirers was not easy when you didn't want to be bothered. The beauty that came with his...'condition', didn't help anything either. He had to resort to being a bit mean to get his point across. It wasn't that he looked perfect or anything, if you asked him he was far from it. But, supernatural energy tends to pump up the attraction level in other people's eyes. When he looked in the mirror, Arin saw dull blue eyes, a couple of crooked teeth, an awkward bump in his nose, and a few oddly placed freckles. He wasn't quite sure what everyone else thought, but they didn't seem to grasp the imperfections.
Arin sighed softly, deciding quickly that he would mosey over to the bar and grab one last drink. Maybe he would dance if someone asked, maybe not. Either way he would be headed out soon. Tomorrow he could sleep late, but he still had work to do. Getting shitfaced was not on his agenda.
He made his way through the crowd and up to the bar. There he ordered two shots; one of vodka, one rum. He drained them both and drew a hand through his hair slowly. He turned toward the dance floor and scanned the place with his eyes. Maybe he should head home now, and not worry about dancing. Sleep sounded good.
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Post by newland on Sept 13, 2009 13:53:38 GMT -5
Not a vampire. But something similiar... something very close. Not quite immortal, but definitely... definitely different. In short - not human. At least not entirely.
Newland couldn't make up his mind about this one. It wasn't that the boy was particularly handsome, but it was the aura that radiated off his person. Something ... dark, seductive... dangerous, maybe? It was the closest Newland had ever come to encountering a kindred spirit. He chuckled amusedly to himself and stood, crossing the room and carrying a short glass of burboun in his hands. He wasn't drinking it, but it was for appearance's sake.
His eyes never left the boy. He was curious, now. His curiosity was usually a dangerous thing.
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Post by Arin on Sept 13, 2009 15:36:33 GMT -5
Arin caught a man's eyes from across the room. His hair was long and black, beautiful. He was a good looking man, and the way he carried himself was mesmerizing. Arin tilted his head toward him and then gave a slight smile. Maybe he would come over. Part of Arin welcomed it with gusto.
Turning back to the bar, Arin ordered one more drink and sat himself down on the stool. He would wait for a few minutes just to see.
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Post by newland on Sept 13, 2009 20:03:02 GMT -5
Newland noticed the look. The faintest of smiles touched his lips and he made his way forward, putting a soft, swaying grace into each step. He slid into the seat just one away from the boy, leaving the place between them empty. He set his glass on the counter and said quietly to the bartender, "Refill this with burboun, if you will." his voice was liquid silk, full of promise with a dark undertone. He leaned back to wait, almost effortlessly, and began to twist a black curl around one pale finger. He spared the boy a glance, and leaned forward on the counter, propping himself up with one elbow. "Newland Strephon," he said silkily. "And you are...?"
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Post by Arin on Sept 13, 2009 22:37:37 GMT -5
Arin stared at him. Openly, but with a little uncertainty. "Arin." He said softly. "But most people call me Cash." He looked at Newland and his eyes flickered up and down, taking him in. He wasn't sure if he should flirt or not; he needed to keep his reserves up. Arin smiled slightly and moved one seat closer. He met Newland's eyes and drew a hand through his hair. "How long have you been here?" He asked, trying to keep up conversation. He bit his lip slightly, feeling his darker side respond.
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Post by newland on Sept 14, 2009 20:09:05 GMT -5
"This is my first night here," Newland admitted, trailing his fingers over the marble top of the counter and glancing over his shoulder at the ... entertainment being performed behind him. "I must admit, it's very interesting. I've never been to this particular club before, but the city, I know inside and out." never mind that he hadn't really ever graced the city with his presence. He had frequented everywhere else in the world but never this city before. How strange, to openly lie and for the first time in his life not feel with utter conviction that he could back up the claim. He searched the boy's eyes, a ghost of a smile still hanging about his lips. "Cash... such an odd name. Becoming, in a way, I suppose the twenty-first century is a strange yet becoming age."
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Post by Arin on Sept 14, 2009 20:35:05 GMT -5
"You act like you know nothing of it." Arin smirked and tossed back some of his rum. He glanced at the bartender and the arrangement of drinks in front of him before turning on the stool to watch the crowd. "Becoming...I suppose. It's just a nickname. Sounds good to me. Other people like to say it." he mused. "Now, Newland... where does that come from? I've never heard anything like it. Sounds very old world." He teased, half enamored with and half mocking the way the other spoke. Very eloquent. It seemed out of sorts with everyone Arin had come in contact with, even the demon. Still it had a charm to it.
"Where are you from originally?" His voice was sincere now. It was tinged with his own curiosity. This guy was more interesting than Arin had originally thought. Most guys that were that well kept fell on one of two sides of a coin. There was no middle ground. They were either Yale smart or complete airheads. This guy seemed like a nice balance. A rare being for sure.
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Post by newland on Sept 15, 2009 20:00:52 GMT -5
Newland paused, as if considering. It had been so, so long since he had thought about his origins that he it took him a full minute to recall where he had been born. "England, believe it or not." he replied after a moment. "Right in the middle of London. I was the son of a wealthy nobleman, and spent the majority of my life searching for a cure to the disease that racked my own body..." he trailed off, and his smile became cynical and bitter. "If you get me started, I shall never stop. It's been so long since I've related my life story that I might get caught up in memories and that is never a good thing. I would rather here about you." he sipped his borboun. "Tell me all about yourself."
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Post by Arin on Sept 16, 2009 0:39:55 GMT -5
Arin made a face of sympathy. "Did you finally cure it? You don't look more than my age..." Arin was already worried about the other man. Another with a disease. Like his brother, only different. Perhaps it was only that he had associated Newland with Caleb but he now felt a strong connection with the other. He knew it was probably a bad idea...but what the hell? He'd try to make friends with him.
"What do you want to hear?" Arin asked after a beat. I'm twenty-eight, I used to be catholic, I...love my family." He shrugged. The muscles of his mouth twitched slightly and he grinned. "I took an interesting career path, and I'm fairly happy with who I am. There isn't much else to me." He downed the rest of his drink and smiled at Newland. There had been a mutual exchange of interest; Arin could be a little coy.
"What's London like?"
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