|
|
Post by Lance Dominic Rice on May 20, 2009 22:10:34 GMT -5
It was a slow night, as many seemed to be in Port Angeles recently. Lance sat on the rooftop of a local pub on the outskirts of town. His scarlet eyes examined the star clusters above. He was debating on moving to a different hunting zone, things were starting to feel a bit tied down here, he had been there so long now that things were getting old. He leaned against the edge of the roof, his arms stretched out over the ledge, ruffling his deep gray blazer he wore over his mostly unbuttoned white dress shirt, a pair of dark sunglasses in the front pocket.
He had shopped around the area for a new place to hunt but this area was just so convenient. The almost constant protection from the sun, the seemingly oblivious human life, even the other vampires in the area held appeal to him. But alas he felt the longing for adventure, to demolish the normality that was now his life.
The wind picked up slightly, carrying the smell of blood from civilians passing bellow on the street but he did not budge, he was not in the mood for a meal, he had eaten earlier. What interested him more was the sent that accompanied the blood. A scent he hadn't smelt in years. A grin formed on his face and he stood, looking down the street as he stepped onto the ledge. His eagle eyes focused in down the street as he saw an old acquaintance approaching.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 20, 2009 22:22:47 GMT -5
As the evening was now coming to a swift close for human bar goers, Jocelyn Whaley Hunt had already fed and was making her way inconspicuously from the "scene of the crime" as it would be called. She was wearing her friday best in a fitted black knit dress with sheer cap sleeves, a pair of old fashioned black stockings with seams up the back of her long legs and a pair of black patent pumps with red bottoms. The back of the dress, which dipped daringly low was covered by a black Burberry trench coat, worn only because it was fabulous, she never got cold.
She inhaled deeply as she came around a corner, now a safe distance that she wouldn't be considered a suspect (not that she would anyway, not a pencil thin beauty like her). He lips showed the slightest hint of a smile as she took in the familiar scent of an old friend. She had not expected to run across another carnivorous vampire so close to the Cullen's territory.
She didn't look at him though she figured he was above her. She didn't go to him either, they always came to her. Instead she slipped off her shoulder bag and leaned lightly against the brick wall to wait.
|
|
|
|
Post by Lance Dominic Rice on May 20, 2009 22:40:50 GMT -5
Lance watched as she approached, waiting for her senses to pick up to his own advanced ones. He marveled at the woman approached. He frail apprentice differentiated from the brutality that he knew she held inside of her. A bittersweet combination indeed. He knew that she picked up on his scent as soon as she leaned against a brick wall, he shoulder bag slipping to the ground, it was like her to make him make the approach.
He lowered into a crouch and sprung to the next rooftop, landing silently and gracefully. He walked along the edge and jumped to the next building walking along the edge until he was standing on the ledge just above where she leaned.
His hand dug into his front pocket and drew his sunglasses, which he snapped open and placed on his nose, sliding them up so they fit tight. He stepped off the ledge and twisted in the air so he landed lightly just in front of the woman. He bowed ever so slightly and offered his hand in greeting. "M'lady?" He said through his sly grin.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 20, 2009 22:47:29 GMT -5
Jocelyn felt his approach. She was looking the other way with her dark black eyes, but she heard him drop silently to street level and walk up the side of the wall toward her. She hoped the scent of fresh blood on her lips wasn't too strong, or that he could at least control himself if he had not fed in awhile. He was a gentleman though, he would do the right thing.
She turned as he appeared in front of her bowing and offering a hand. She extended one gloved hand and laid her long fingers lightly on his. She smiled, pressing her lips together and curling the ends up into a gentle curve and nodded ever so slightly.
"Lance." She said in greeting, her voice milky smooth and just slightly deeper than you might assume looking at her pixie-like stature.
|
|
|
|
Post by Lance Dominic Rice on May 20, 2009 23:09:23 GMT -5
Lance brought Jocelyn's hand up to his face and gently brushed his lips against it before gently releasing it, allowing his fingers to linger and her hand dropped. Her voice was as entrancing as the first time her heard it, it must have been at least six years ago.
"Miss Jocelyn, how have you been?" He asked politely. His chimed voice lingered in the air as he finished his sentence. He spread his shined leather boots slightly apart where he stood. His blond hair waved slightly in the wind. "It's been quite some time, hasn't it?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 21, 2009 8:02:38 GMT -5
She nodded, her shiny umber hair staying perfectly in place. "I believe six years, at least." She said musically. Jocelyn took him in, he was unchanged of course. Six years seemed like forever and just yesterday to their kind. "Where were we again? Paris was it?" She asked. Of course she knew they had been in Paris the last time they met, but it was one of the silly etiquette games she couldn't get away from.
Paris. She had been there for a year when he showed up. She had been traveling around the french countryside and then spent some time in the French Rivera before returning to Paris. Paris was perfect for her methods of hunting. Plenty of dark bars and cafes, plenty of stupid businessmen willing to spend money on drink to try and get her in bed. It was an absolute buffet for her. And with the crime rate how it was in a city that large, no one thought twice when the bodies turned up.
|
|
|
|
Post by Lance Dominic Rice on Jun 5, 2009 23:15:00 GMT -5
Lance gazed up at the stars absently as he though back. "Yes I do believe it was Pari, that was the year that I traveled around France." He said the last part as a matter of factly smiling to the woman who stood before him. Paris had been a good place for him to travel through, he had lived there several years when he was first sired. Back when it was filled with a sociable society which had all gone down the drain as with most of the world. Now France was taken over by the teenage populous that stereotyped the country to fancy coffee concoctions and tobacco products.
"I do believe you were just as beautiful then as you are today." This was another social courtesy. He knew she wouldn't have changed at all anyways, it was something that came along with they're gift.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on Jun 6, 2009 8:27:48 GMT -5
Jocelyn smiled and looked down. If she had blood, she might have blushed as was appropriate when receiving a compliment like this from a man. "Naturally dear Mr. Rice. All that has changed are my clothes after all." she said briefly motioning to the expensive black hunting dress she had on. It was not a hunting outfit in the human sort of way, but it met the needs of her form of hunting. It had worked like a charm.
She looked back quickly in the direction she had come from, waiting to see if anyone would discover the body so soon. She had been spontaneous, something Ancel would surely frown on. But he could not have expected her to give up completely on human blood while on the job. She had left the Seattle area and was careful not to go to a bar where there was any chance on seeing someone who might recognize her. He would forgive her. She was careful. Jocelyn wondered how much Lance knew about Ancel's arrival in the area, if perhaps that was why he was here too. She wasn't aware of any business relationship they Ancel might have with Lance, or if they even knew each other.
"So what is it, may I ask, that brings you to Northern Washington?" She asked politely, crossing around behind him and setting her handbag on a window ledge of an empty storefront.
|
|
|
|
Post by Lance Dominic Rice on Jun 9, 2009 0:14:29 GMT -5
Lance chuckled briefly and musically at Jocelyn's statement. "And what fine clothes they are my dear." He glanced briefly at the female vampires attire, not wanting to appear rude by ogling her. Her tight black dress certainly accented her figure.
"Well after our last meeting I left Europe and started traveling across North America, not staying anywhere for more than a day or so but when I came across this area I fell in love with the fact that I do not have to hide myself during the day time hours, it's surprising how much you begin to miss them in almost a century. What brings you here?" He inquired, fiddling with the glasses on his face.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on Jun 9, 2009 8:50:37 GMT -5
Jocelyn's quick brain ran through her options. He was a of course a friend, but in there world it was better to always be a little skeptical. Did he know why Ancel was here? Did he even know Ancel was here at all? She had better not reveal too much. She was under Ancel's employment and revealing any of his plans even to a dear friend would certainly not meet his code of discretion.
She smiled. "In town visiting a very old friend." She said. "Are you an aquaintence of Mr. Ancel Schray?" She asked, trying to get some idea of how involved he was. He would of at lest heard of Ancel, as he was a VERY old vampire with a lot of power. Ancel of course knew who he was, as he made it his business to know who everyone was and what they were up to.
{{OOC: Did you see? We've been nominated for thread of the month! BEtter find a way to spice this one up!}}
|
|
|
|
Post by Lance Dominic Rice on Jun 9, 2009 11:04:59 GMT -5
[[Really! Kewl! We have to make this thread pretty kewl then]]
A questionable look formed on Lance's face. What a random question to ask. "No, I have never had the pleasure of meeting him in person but I have heard of him of course, I have stayed out of the vampire social society for the most part, I find it easier to operate out of boundaries." For the near full century that Lance had lived his unlife he had made a point to steer clear of any vampire that may be an authority figure. The way he saw it it was easier to refrain from breaking rules if you don't know them, though he knew the obvious ones and made a point not to break them so as to avoid a confrontation.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on Jun 11, 2009 11:08:09 GMT -5
She smiled. He had never been one to "join the team" so to speak. He always seemed to fly under the radar. She too could have taken that path, but when Ancel found her, alone, terrified, confused and rabid with thirst they had formed a bond that could never be severed. He had mentored her, saved her from becoming an animal, restored her self-control and allowed her to become herself again. Even when she had left Ancel for years, he would always be a part of her. She was forever in debt to him and so she now found herself in his employment and home again.
She shrugged slightly, her back against the cold wet wall. "My dear Lance, you know there are certain advantages to... being more social." she said, not wanting to make it sounds like a coven, it wasn't. It was a business relationship and it also provided her with money, a safe place to spend sunny days (which beat hiding in the woods, or an abandoned building any day), a companion and more. And Ancel had always allowed her her privacy when she required it. It was quite a convenient arrangement for vampires like themselves.
|
|
|
|
Post by Lance Dominic Rice on Jun 11, 2009 14:34:17 GMT -5
Lance smiled and adjusted his sunglasses slightly. "My dear, I've been known to be social on occasion." He had been in his early years as a vampire he had a traveling companion. The vampire who had sired him, his name was Val. They traveled together for half a century hunting any human they saw in a brutal fashion until the Volturi intervened. Then the two seperated and Lance became more subtle in his hunting, using his power of seduction more and more.
"Well I haven't been social in quite some time, that is with the exception of a few minor run ins, other than that I've been on my own. Easier that way."
|
|
|
|
Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on Jun 11, 2009 15:51:00 GMT -5
She shook her head but smiled politely. "I will have to humbly disagree with you on that point Mr. Rice." She said now standing up stright and taking a few graceful steps around him and turning back to him flashing her eyes, not amber with red flecks from the new diet she had been required to take on for her mission.
"I too have tried going off alone as well as in a more connected fashion and I find it quite easy to associate myself with Mr. Schray." She looked over her shoulder as a rat crossed the alley in a flash. She looked back at him with her sharp intense eyes "He is very good at making our kind... comfortable without asking much in return. At least nothing we wouldn't otherwise do." She said wondering if he would understand her meaning.
|
|
|
|
Post by Lance Dominic Rice on Jun 11, 2009 16:36:01 GMT -5
Lance smiled and turned with Jocelyn as she circled around him slightly, like a graceful predator. A deep chuckle floated from Lance's throat as he closed his eyes and removed his glasses, using his other hand to slightly massage the bridge of his nose. "M'lady the way you speak of this man it sounds more like your under his control rather than actually being an associate." Lance's eyes remained closed as he ran his hand once through his hair and replaced his sunglasses.
"The last thing our kind needs is another Volturi, and that's what your making this sound as. Control is torture m'lady. Our kind were meant to roam free as we wish, unbound from the shackles that hold humanity, and I have no desire to live any other way." He than raised his gaze to meet hers, though his sharp gaze was negated by the reflective surface of the sunglasses.
|
|
