|
|
Post by lucy marie smith on May 4, 2010 18:20:56 GMT -5
slender fingers scrabbled to undo the bow of an apron as lucy stripped her uniform for work in the bathroom. unzipping a bag, she pulled out a fresh change of clothes, slipping into her favorite sweatpants and most comfortable tank top as she shoved her uniform in the now-empty bag. she tore the scrunchie from her hair and shook her head, letting it fall in a mess around her shoulders. it was the end of the day, and her makeup was slightly smudged, her hair frizzier than it had been in the morning, and her entire appearance disheveled. she stared at her reflection for a moment, running her tongue along her super-long canines. she parted her lips, peering at her fangs before closing them again, letting out a long sigh. their length meant that she was getting thirsty, and she needed to find a small animal. she'd find a location today and contact her sister tonight. they'd plan everything for tomorrow.
with her bag slung over her shoulder, lucy pushed her way out of the bathroom, and made her way through the resturaunt, waving to a few co-workers who took over her shift. she called a good night to them, and stepped out of the three broomsticks, taking in the fresh evening air. the sky was pink with a setting sun, and she smiled to herself, her gaze on the sky as she let the door shut behind her. as soon as she took one step, though, she had tripped over the uneven cobblestone. flailing her arms up and down at her sides, she stumbled and lurched forward, narrowly missing a face-to-the-ground moment. her cheeks reddened slightly as a few passersby gazed curiously at her. looking down, she hurried down the street, adjusting her bag and letting out a long breath. that wasn't the first time she tripped today, but at least she didn't fall. it could've been worse.
[/size] |
|
|
|
Post by Vincent Olivander on May 5, 2010 11:13:22 GMT -5
VIncent watched fondly as the red-faced woman lost her equilibrium for a split second. She wasn't hurt, thankfully. Otherwise he'd have offered his help. Every last human life bowed to him around Hogsmeade, though he knew they were really praising his grandfather. Vincent had done nothing spectacular with his life, he was known through his blood. Vincent gave the girl a smile, sweet as chocolate, like a fantasy smile that would only be seen from home. Anyone that laughed at her he flashed them a look in which they retreated from like naughty children. When the girl walked hurriedly away his arms went back to sleeping at his sides while his eyes followed whatever was interesting.
His hands twisted into his pockets, his shoulders hunched like a bear as he wandered around Hogsmeade. Sightseeing was his intention rather than buying, the shops seemed too aggressive at throwing sales at him, as if they were dying to say that Vincent Olivander, grandson of Mr Olivander, had shopped there. It was exactly the same when he was in North America, though where he was born there were very few Australians had heard of him anywhere except on wizard cards.
In hungover harmony he left the three broomsticks with a can of butterbeer in his hand twenty-five minutes later, and twenty-six minutes later he thought about that girl again under the blue glowing lights of Hogsmeade. There was a feeling of loneliness in the air, like desperation or longing. It was a funeral atmosphere, and suiting it Vincent could hear the scavaging sound of the scratching of pavement and gentle clicks like bones. If he were a year older he'd assume it was a distant attack and want to help, but he wasn't an experienced enough wizard. He didn't even know if it was an attack or students messing around, yet his legs dragged him exploring until he saw the girl again in an isolated location of Hogsmeade.
|
|
|
|
Post by lucy marie smith on May 5, 2010 16:03:51 GMT -5
OOC- i think i will have him catch her feeding this time. just to get the plot rolling. she'll freak. xD
lucy felt her fangs lengthen just a bit more behind her lips. she ran her tongue along them once more, and walked at a quick pace down the cobblestone streets of hogsmeade. finding herself an isolated and rather deserted location, she stopped and looked all around. ever niche, ever corner. no one here at the moment. a squeak made her look up. well, no one except carro- her familiar. he was a small bat who had a close connection with her. more often than not, he was everywhere she was, even though they got on each other's nerves. carro hung from a tree branch, his wings folded in on himself, his beady eyes wide and gleaming in the growing darkness. lucy now waited, feeling a change within her. it was instinct now, all instinct. the first sign of movement made her eyes narrow, and she inched forward, like a cat on the prowl. carro watched silently from his tree, disapproving hre technique. lucy ignored him, and continued forward, leaping only when she was sure of what she was attacking. a small animal, a rodent maybe. she wasn't going to get technical- that wasn't a vampire's job.
her movements were quick as the wind, though she wasn't moving at a blurring speed. she was just quick enough, and quiet enough, to sneak up on the creature from behind. she grasped it gently, her grip careful not to kill the fragile animal. she bit into the neck of it, taking in all the blood she could manage. she slurped it toward the end, heaving heavy breathes as she swallowed the last gulp of ... rabbit blood?! with a small shriek, lucy dropped the rabbit and gagged, shaking her head furiously and diving for her purse. unlike folklore, vampires could eat and drink regular food. she tore a water bottle form her bag and gulped down a large and refreshing sip. she hated rabbit blood- but at least her thirst was quenched. blinking wide blue-green eyes, she dropped the bottle of water back into her bag, and looked up, grinning at carro as she held her arm out. he landed gracefully on it, hanging upside down once more and clinging to her shirt sleeve. and that's when she noticed him. a figure, she thought it was a him. her cheeks flared red and she ducked behind a tree. did he see?
[/size] |
|
|
|
Post by Vincent Olivander on May 5, 2010 17:46:38 GMT -5
Vincent observed how she just stood there, as though waiting for someone or something. Her senses seemed to be on alert, had she realized he was there? He almost fell backward when he caught sight of a squirming rabbit under her deathly grasp. She was careful with it, at first he thought she was saving it or something and turned away, realizing how wrong it was that he was staring at a stranger. He started to walk away, then remembered the herbivicus charm that could make plants grow, maybe if she was struggling to find food for the rabbit and so he sharply turned again, about to open his mouth when the girl dived out of his view. The rabbit was laid lifeless on the ground.
Vincent cautiously approached it, admittedly feeling a little scared. Definitely dead, and the initial anger that heated his veins forced his brain to search it's database of acquaintence for someone to be his second when he duelled this woman for harming an innocent creature. With a stern face he turned and noticed a crouching figure in the bushes. His whole face softened as he saw her, her flushed cheeks were confusing up until everything clicked. There were no pools of blood around the rabbit, and what humane student went around killing them anyway? To confirm his suspicions, he turned his back on her for a second to stir the corpse to the side. Teethmarks.
"Huh.. nice work. Didn't get one drop of blood on it's fur." he said loud enough for her to hear while he was still examining the marks. He took out his wand and used the Herbivicus charm anyway, but so that the plants surrounding Hogsmeade were tall enough to hide the rabbit body since he didn't have any equipment in which to bury it and, thankfully, he didn't know any burying spells. He picked some dandelions and threw them on top of the body, balancing them there while he lifted it up and placed it inside the grass. "Better it than a human" he said half-humourously.
|
|
|
|
Post by lucy marie smith on May 5, 2010 18:04:31 GMT -5
lucy heard foosteps receding, and closed her eyes, leaning against the trunk in relief. she sighed and opened her eyes again, smiling at carro, who squeaked in reply. she had pulled it off. in her gloating, she didn't hear the footsteps change, approaching her now. the rustle of undergrowth made her flail and reach for the tree trunk to support her as she nearly fell. startled to say the least, lucy poked her head around the trunk, her eyes wide like a curious child as she took in a figure of a boy, from school, peering at the dead rabbit. panicked now, she dithered in place, her eyes scanning for a place to run to- until she heard a voice. dammit, he knew she was still here. snapping her head around to face him, she let out a small shriek. "oh no!" she flapped her arms, looking like a child in a tantrum. "quinn'll have a fit!" she added under her breath, backing up against the tree and hanging her head. carro fluttered around her head, squeaking insistantly. she knew better than to get into something like this. her mother always said ... ugh.
she watched, though, as the boy hid the evidence, seemingly calm about the whole thing. she blinked and edged around the tree, coming into a nearly full view. he threw some dandelions over the rabbit and the plants had grown- a spell had allowed this, thanks to him. running her tongue along her fangs, she felt them shrink slowly, the blood getting into her system and allowing them to finally shrink. carro squeaked again and lucy shot a glare at the little bat. "shut up!" she whined, flapping a hand at it. carro nipped her. making a rather frustrated noise, she folded her arms across her chest and peered back at the boy just in time to hear his comment about human blood. "you guys read too much folklore." she huffed, still miffed. "we can't drink human blood. literally can't."
[/size] |
|
|
|
Post by Vincent Olivander on May 5, 2010 18:25:07 GMT -5
The squeaking from the tree made him step back instantly, he could hear the flapping but he couldn't see anything. He looked at the girl but she wasn't afraid, which calmed him down slightly. The poking canines that hung from her mouth when he had first seen her had completely disappeared, there was no doubt about it now that she was a vampire. His shoulders flinched as a squeal was heard again, this time he looked at the vampire in time to see her watch the source of noise. "Yeah, huh? I've never met a vampire before, I'm sorry" his voice was awkward, but it was the night that scared him and the anonomous bat noises. She didn't scare him, she seemed nice enough.
"So..Can you turn into a bat or can I give you a ride back to Hogwarts?" he asked casually, wanting to get back to the warmth and brightness of his dorm. His Nimbus 1500 was practically ancient, but it could still hold two people. It was in the broom shed, but he had bought a harmonica from Dominic Maestro's that conjured to you the last broom you activated. He pulled the black harmonica from his pocket and played one line, his broomstick shot forth and floated in front of him.
"What'dya say? Want a ride or are you going to dwell in the night??" he positioned himself on the broom, adjusting his legs appropriately and waited for her answer. Maybe she returned to Hogwarts in the morning, a million and one myths about vampires were out there. He knew nothing about them, but it was certainly a different aspect of student life.
|
|
|
|
Post by lucy marie smith on May 7, 2010 5:51:04 GMT -5
lucy nodded at his apology, feeling bad for snapping at him. one day she'd change the way people looked at vampires. she wanted to study mythology the right way, getting actual viewpoints and whatnot. she'd be the best. as lucy trailed off into thought, she missed what the boy said, and stared off into space in somewhat of a daze. carro nipped her, bringing her back to reality with a squeak. she glared at the bat. "what the heck, carro?!" a rush of emotion flooded over her, and she reddened her cheeks. oh. sheepishly turning to the boy, she shrugged and scuffled her feet, looking down. "sometimes i just get carried away thinking about stuff. sorry." she apologized meekly and nearly jumped back when a speedy broom zoomed over at the call of a harmonica. blinking wide blue-green eyes, her gaze shifted between the broom and the boy. carro squeaked impatiently at her.
"a ride back is fine ..." she began carefully, her cheeks still flushed with color. "but first: who're you? you know my secret now, so i ought to know your name." she finished plaintively. making her way to the broom, she inspected it and peered back over at the boy, furrowing her neatly trimmed brows in a frown as she did so. "that's another assumption. vampires like night, but since there is a spell to allow them to go out in daytime, most don't 'dwell the night.'" she explained, this time without the huffing. "i'm lucy smith." she introduced herself, and then pointed unceremoniously to her bat. "that's carro."
[/size] |
|
|
|
Post by Vincent Olivander on May 8, 2010 5:57:27 GMT -5
"Wow. I wish people knew what real vampires are, why are muggles taught such myths?" he asked rhetorically, though he couldn't dismiss the guilt he felt that he was apparently lingering on her contradiction regarding nighttime so much that he hadn't offered his name. She had a right to ask him as plaintively as she did, but at least she didn't offer any harsh tone to her words this time. A piece of him died inside when she did that, he'd been backpacking around the world before and yet never recieved such a tone. At least she wasn't afraid to speak her mind, he respected that she had the most independence out of all the people he'd ever known. He wondered if vampires were naturally solitary creatures, but he chose not to give the impression that he was interrogating her about her species. He was ready to charge
ahead and talk about her.
"Vincent Olivander, I don't know if you've met any of my brothers? Probably not my older brother but I've got two younger ones you might've met." he answered cheerfully, thinking of new ideas for places they could go. He felt somewhat guilty taking her back to Hogwarts when she liked the night. "It's a mystery somewhat, that I've never seen you before" he mentioned as the broom took off into the air.
|
|
