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[ADAM DAVID]

A reminder that creativity runs deep like secrets.
Dark eyed dreamers; they were a dangerous pair,
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Adam spun his blade in his grip, something about the beautiful craftsmanship made him feel just so happy. The polished silver blade, paired with the equally beautiful silver and carved treated wood, he loved it. Sadly, this sort of quality had been lost within the last fifty years or so. There was no where he could go to find something as well made as his piece. All great sculptors and metal workers seemed to have been lost, but then again he was probably bias. He also could have been wrong about that, not that he’d ever admit to it. He’d never actually gone looking for the great sculptors of this time. It wasn’t as if anyone needed ornate daggers anymore, people usually went for cheap knives or whatever. How sad. Adam always picked quality over the price, not that he ever had many weapon changes. He liked what he was used to, and he was used to this dagger.

This particular blade, was the only thing reminding him of where he came from. It was the dagger that he used to slaughter his family, mainly because he could. He’d felt absolutely nothing towards his parents’ deaths. His siblings however, he may have felt a twinge of relief, perhaps sadness. They’d been innocent and realistically they hadn’t done anything wrong to him. Oh well, he didn’t really care one way or the other. It just might have been nice to see how badly they messed up as they grew up. Adam knew that he was no saint, but he still couldn’t stand happy families. Happiness was always something he felt like he needed to slaughter. Maybe he did it out of jealousy, perhaps just because he was a scrooge, whatever the reason he didn’t like when people were happy.

The blade slipped and fell against his pale skin. Adam’s cold blue eyes watched as a small, dark red droplet of blood formed on his arm. He watched as the droplet grew in size, heavier with each shift in the current of his undead bloodstream. The addictive smell of his own blood would have been too much for someone else; however, Adam had been practicing his self restraint for years. Well, the self restraint when it came to feeding off of blood. He held no restraint when he didn’t have a grasp on his temper. His temper was easy to trip, not that he was proud of it. It something that he never really admitted to. Adam brought his cut to his mouth and licked the thick, scarlet colored liquid into his mouth. Blood, the essence of life, or whatever people believed it was. Strange how it was, realistically, the source of life for vampires, his kind and what not.

His eyes drifted away from the healing cut on his arm and up into the night sky. Adam inhaled deeply, taking in the various smells of the night air around him. The nighttime had always been his favorite part of the day, the darkness just seemed beautiful. The veil of darkness that clouded cities, and made people feel the need to go to sleep. Yes, even when he was alive he preferred to stay away during the night. Night time was just phenomenal and indescribable. The perfect time when fear was east to put into the hearts of people, cliché, but people were always more paranoid at night. Too many horror flicks.

Adam slid his dagger back into his doc martins and got up off of the bench, where he’d been sitting for a while. He looked around the park before he began his journey through the park. There was no where to be, he didn’t have a camera with him, and he wasn’t particularly hungry. It was safe to say that Adam was just out for a stroll. His hands were placed casually in his lightly washed jeans, one of his favorite pair. He hadn’t really felt all that influenced to put a whole lot of effort into his appearance. He’d gone for the minimum, coat, t-shirt, shoes, and jeans. He’d also left his phone back home. Truth be told, he was in a pretty good mood, but he still didn’t want to be bothered. Sometimes he just liked to disappear, it was understandable, really. Phone calls could be a real drag sometimes and just annoyed him.

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it put color in our cheeks while the air turned cold
Preceding what became our bitter end.

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WEARING: N/A
LYRICS: CIRCLES BY ALL TIME LOW
TAG: OPEN
NOTES: NOTHING

[JENNIFER STONE]

stay down if once you have fallen

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How liberating it was to be free.

More and more, Jennifer was growing in appreciation for the intellect she'd forcefully acquired. It gave her clarity unlike ever before. No longer was violence the answer to every problem that existed in her life - though it was no less a favorable one. No longer did Jennifer decide to throw a blow simply because she did not understand (or care to). No. This was a whole new breed of demon.

The Drakken had earned herself twice as many kills in the week she'd unlocked her brain, than she'd amassed the entire year. Sitting at a cool six-hundred eleven, she couldn't be more pleased with herself. A large concert was her first target. Why? Simple. Killing was a fantastic head rush, but the ecstasy faded shortly there-after. The true fun, came from knowing how many dreams she'd haunted that night. For every person she let live would never escape the horror they'd witnessed that day. Fifty-two dead in a crowd of nearly forty-thousand. Oh the screams of terror! Similar congregations were next to fall. Children's schools were perfect. Hundreds of children, all locked inside one easily demolished space. The deaths of which brought irreparable mental damage to many, many more individuals scattered across the city. Beautiful. Churches were a must. A sanctuary to those who believed; somewhere void of the travesties unfolding around them. But her favorite by far was a place she never knew existed. The New York Stock Exchange. Why? Well what happens when many of those entrusted with the financial balancing of the world are slaughtered on camera, doing their work?

The economy crumbles.

That's right. Jennifer had actually punched a hole into the economy. The lives of everyone had grown worse because now, the price of everything had sky-rocketed! Jennifer had single handedly fucked everyone. She owed it all to two things. The dry, dusty blood of Kara Alderidge, and her incredible right arm. Something in her Drakken gene's truly kicked when she was turned, resulting in her good arm becoming a true weapon. Skin hardened to that of a diamond. Muscles strengthened many times quicker than that of any other part of her body. To top it off, the face of nearly everyone she'd ever killed made its way to this arm. Tattooed faces, each struck with horror and pain, lined her arm. Each a memorable kill worn proud, like a trophy.

Of course, there was a hefty price to pay for such acts. Damn near everyone was out looking for Jennifer now. She could only imagine the bounty strapped to her head by the Aranai. Oh how they loathed Jennifers very existence! A single Aranai was more a nuisance than the entirety of humanity searching for her. They hounded her endlessly, tirelessly, and seemingly effortlessly. Nowhere was really safe anymore. And the swarms of Aranai were not something she took lightly. Cunning and well armed, Jennifer could do little more than flee when she wasn't feeling completely up to it. So flee she did. This left Jennifer often finding refuse in the most random of places, if not simply traveling through them. And tonight, that just happened to be a calm park.

The night was clear, and the air cool. Many scents came and went though Jennifers' aged nostrils. Mostly plants. The occasional squirrel. But that was when something unexpected crossed her. Blood. It beckoned Jennifer onwards with the sweet call of life. Valen by the smell of things. No other Vampire reeked of such attractive scents.

Sprinting at a remarkable speed, Jennifer knew she wouldn't have much of a chance to set up some sort of trap or anything. Apparently the scent of a Drakken was recognizable. More importantly, Jennifer was still drenched head to toe in blood. Leather gloves in particular, but it showed more upon her white tank top - there were so few white spaces left on it, it would be more logical to assume she spills white paint on an otherwise red shirt. Her hair felt utterly gross. Matted and thick from dried blood. It was a miracle she could smell anything anymore with that scent looming so close to her face. Even her pants were heavily smeared in blood, though the midnight black colouring hid that well. No, Jennifer would not be able to sleuth around this one for long.

Smash and grab it was then!

Trees and plants passed by Jennifer at such a pace they were nothing more than a coloured blur, interrupted by the infrequent spec of white snow. No more than a few seconds from her quarry did she spot him - walking along a path running parallel to her own. Without much pause she took to the trees, momentum keeping her aloft between branches. And then she leaped straight towards the Valen, fist first, ready to smite him where he stands. Or leave one hell of an impact crater.

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[MADELYN KIMMY SWIMINER]

It was very late and Madelyn’s head was a mess. She had drank far too much and had two smokes. It was insane that she could focus at all on her mission at hand. The male she had with her was for once more sober then her. It would make her job harder than it already was, but then again from what she could tell he was just your normal everyday human. . . . .with a ring on his left hand. It burned her with rage inside to know what this guy was doing to his family. . . .she knew he had this coming to him, it’s why she picked him rather than the nice other girl they had been talking to. A soft giggle left her lips as he pushed her slightly making her stumble.

“Come on, my car is right here.” She pouted trying to get the man who’s name she couldn’t remember in the cloud of haze in her head. He was trying to get her to walk through the park to his flat on the other side. Madelyn knew, however, that was a bad idea, her brain was far too wasted to deal with vampires right now. Her eye twitched in pain from trying to think. This was going to be one hell of a hang-over. Maybe she should have called Max to fill in for her. It wouldn’t be hard to do that after all, just say she left something in her car and then switch clothing with Max and take her leave.

Pulling Madelyn closer he leaned down and kissed her lips with a lust that made her want to push him away and freak out. However, she needed to play this out like he was about to get laid. She took in a deep breath and played into it. “Your far too drunk to drive, come on.” He pulled her along making her groan a little.

“Let me grab something first.” She mumbled before going to her car her hand shaking a little from being unable to focus. Reaching into the car she grabbed her big purse and brought it with her. It was the thing after all that held all of her weapons of attack. On her before she only had a cell phone and one scent mixer just encase of getting stuck with a vampire. Coming back to the man she gave a cute little smile as if she was the most innocent thing she wished she was.

“You don’t mind if I have a smoke do you?” She asked feeling the burning need for one and he let her as they crossed the street and into the park. Pulling out a smoke and her lighter she lit the thing before taking a deep long drag to take the pain away in her head. She maybe shouldn’t smoke, but right now it was the best thing she could do at the time. She would need to call the cleanup crew though, she wouldn’t be able to get this guy in her car and get him to the lab alone, she most likely wouldn’t be able to drive.

Letting out a small puff of smoke , it poured from her mouth and up into the night before she turned to the guy and placed her head on his arm as their hands linked. None of this meant anything to her, it was almost like she was wasting her life away for what? She closed her eyes and let the cool air touched her bare skin making her head clear up just slightly. It was nice to be outside, the smell of her smoke calming her down into a state where she could think. However, little did Madelyn know what she was about to walk into.

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