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I'd thought I'd post some of my old posts, from my old account.


Midnight Galore wrote :

Romell's shape appeared with in the shadows of the city limits. His slender hand pressed against a building as he stared into the city, hoping this was what he was looking.Finally his hand pushed himself from the wall, his exhaustion caused him to trip. He tumbled as he landed on the ground, gripping his gun in the back of his pants so it wouldn't go off. The pain a bullet caused was dreadful. He stood up from his fall, his face covered by his long black hair. He'd look around before he shifted his hair. His long fingers tangled in the locks as he flipped it over his shoulder. He loved his hair deeply, but there was nothing he could do about the length of it, besides pulling it back, which always took the help of another. He looked around still eyes glowing a soft blue, his soft flesh, as dead as he was, still held a tan to it, the tattoos stained with in his skin remained untouched, and looked fairly new. His hands met another building, and soon so did his eyes "Gorgeous..." He whispered feeling the wall slowly, the stone cool to his touch. His shirt, fit him tightly and so did his jacket, the pinstripe tie, had been tied in a half winsor knot, and was tied perfectly. His ears had four silver hoops from the lobe to mid ear. He smiled as he began to walk again, silent in step, his moves were always graceful. He held onto the handle of his gun, his fingers treated silver rings, with a few diamonds. His pants, seemed baggy on his hips, only help up by a belt, with an ornate dragon for a belt buckle. His shoes, rather boots, with black laces, hidden under his pants, went straight to his knees, covered in buckles " Hrmmn.." His voice coed with a Japaneses accent. His voiced was low, and romantic, although, it wasn't deep it still had this romance to it, and so did his appearance. His face however, no matter how he dressed, or how he acted, always held a romantic feel to it


Midnight Galore wrote :

Romell continued his walk through the night, the streets lit with moonlight. It seemed his only friend. As he wandered unsure of where he was headed, he hoped that someone may know where he was headed, better yet, who sent him here. His boots hit the ground, tediously, nearly driving him made. He stopped and looked around hearing a voice, he slipped into the shadows, and watched as a drunk walked by him, unknowing the danger who stood in the shadows. Romell's fingers traced the handle of his gun when the drunk stopped and looked as if directly at him, into the alley way. Romell's glossy blue eyes, watched the drunk carefully, taking a silent step back as the drunk moved forward, only to bend over, and vomit. Crouching low, in a set up for a leap, Romell lunged upward, and grabbed onto the side of a building, pulling himself onto the roof. He lay there, silent, breathing heavy as to just how close he was, to having been caught, when he himself, should not be seen nor heard, when others are around.

Romell lay silent staring up into the night sky looking at all the stars, watching a select few, for a long while, he slowly rubbed his eyes. He placed on over his heart and rub a small mound flesh, unknown to anyone, what the scar tissue held. He reminded himself of what he promised, his partner, an avenge to his death, by a Lycan. It was many years ago, now, but it still caused ache in his heart. He stared continuously at one star, brighter then the rest, praying to his lost partner, that he would never give up until he found the Lycan that killed him.

His hair lay a mess underneath his body. His closed tight as he took in a deep breath of cool night air. He sat up letting the breath go as if it were his last. Another look to the sky. He stood up and walked to the edge of the building looking down upon the streets below, He had begun to wonder, why he hadn't seen anyone of his race, and only one human. He was near dieing of thirst and didn't mind a snake a human, but drunk would just not do. He glared at the ground watching below for any life besides the drunk, who was now stumbling his was down the street singing slurred show tunes. Romell sighed. His blue eyes faded from a moment, as he stepped off the roof. Hair and jacket flying behind him, as he landed like a cat and silent, his hair graced the ground, before he stood, and fixed himself. He looked around again, and then continued his walk. Now that he had thought about it, where was everyone? He remained silent, and deep in his thoughts as he walked the empty the streets. Every time he met a cross street he choose left, right or forward. Unsure of where he was headed, he best get to know the city, at least. He wander aimlessly for hours, glancing at the moon every hour it seemed, worried of where he'd be when the sun should rise. He sighed meeting another cross street noticing a cemetery. He grinned, and walked toward it. Reaching the gates he looked around and entered. Stepping silently on the earth, he looked at the head stones, searching from a spot away from the sun, he found an open tomb. He looked around yet again, and slipped inside. The walls made of marble engraved with names of the family members. He looked around spotting an open space in the wall with a door. Waiting someone's death, maybe, or possibly someone's home? At this point in time his exhaustion didn't care which. He climbed silently up the wall and slipped inside the space, closing the door shut behind him.

{{ Boredum and creativity!! D: }}



Midnight Galore wrote :

Romell lay hidden in the wall of the tomb for hours. He lay awake most of them, his hunger driving him to insanity. Traveling from town to town with out finding another vampire, which meant no food, and with no food came death. He wasn't looking forward to dying. He feared at as a child, and he still feared it now. His stomach chrurned causing him to groan aloud. He grabbed his dead flesh and curled in a ball. How many more hours must he endure such pain? This agony he felt brought tears to his eyes. When he tripped earlier, and grabbed his gun. He'd rather have been shot, then be starving to death. He pushed the door open slightly and peered out with one bright blue eye. No sun? He slipped down out the caskets place and looked around. "Hnn?.." He noticed foot prints across the floor. His were neatly brushed away. He pulled the rest of his hair from the tombs open spot, and tied it up quickly. He hated doing it but he had to, someone had found his hiding place.
He stood silent staring at the now, close tomb door. No wonder there was sun. His hand slipped around his back, and gripped the katana, normally hidden under his hair. The handle snug in his hand, as he pulled it out slowly. A slightly 'singing' noise echoed softly from the sliver blade, engraved with Kanji of unknown words, or words that no one has seen before. He stepped back, the handle in both hands now, the blade held at the door. He looked around, he knew there must be someone waiting outside for him. He noticed a piece of broken marble and kicked at the door. 'BANG" the stone hit the steel door. His mind went wild, his ears had grown sensitive when he became a vampire. His stomach began eatting itself again. He near doubled over in pain, as the door, swung open. Sunlight.. He closed his eyes, and listened as he could to the sounds of the being in front him. He couldn't.. He was losing controll. Human! He could smell human. His eyes blinded by sun, still near deaf, but he could smell human, and burning flesh. His flesh. Dear Lord, why must you do this? He went wild, he lost controll, he darted up to the ceilling were the shadows would be safe. The human below still unknown to him. He slipped across the ceilling like spider, katana in hand, as his nails dug deep into the handle. He reached the door and slammed it shut.

Silence. He could smell burning flesh, and human. In the dark, now both he and the human were blind. This was it, kill or be killed. He remained high in a corner, his hearing coming back as he rubbed his face on his jacket's sleeve. His eyes were teary, but he could see slightly. A human girl, a hunter it looked like stood with her back to a wall. He grinned, he knew if he killed this one, the vampires would now he was here. And then the lycans would come out to play. He dropped from the ceiling landing silent like always. His hand on the ground, as his other slipped his katana into it's sheath. He stood, wiping his eyes again. He looked at his hands just to see what damage the sun had done. "Grah.." He mumbled, there was enough damage a single human would repair, but it still like..like.. not that of his stomach, again he doubled in pain. The female still pressed to a corner, holding her gun out in any direction. He knelled on the floor staring at the female. His hungry driving intense pain through his body. He didn't care yet again, about what would happen. He lunged at her, pinning her to the wall. Her screams beside his ear, causing him to go deaf again. His icy hand covered her mouth, and she bit down. He yelped in pain, and threw her to the floor. His hand oozing a decayed blood. He watched her crawl away to corner, the stench of blood filled the room, she was bleeding. His urges driving him beyond a point no vampire ever wants. He dove at her again, holding her to the floor. He sat above her chest and held her head in hands, she was still breathing, not completely awake. She failed aimlessly, hitting him a few times in the head, he shifted his body, and let her go. He was having second thoughts. He got lost in his thoughts as she crawled away.

She reached her gun and swung it aimless again, and fired a few rounds into the walls. The gunshots made Romell completely deaf. All he could hear were whizzing noises past his head as a few bullets passed him. He turned, time seemed to slow down, as he walked toward her, his fangs trembling in his gums, his nails, lengthing into talons, all because of starvation, and the smell of blood. He reached the girls leg, and lifted her from the floor, she hung upside down, being in the state she was she dropped her gun, he felt her kick his side. In response he threw to a wall like a rag doll, she fell limp. He watched the body for moment. Still deaf, he walked over, and kicked her a few times in the ribs. She wasn't dead, but she couldn't fight back.
He fell to his knees and pulled her neck to his mouth and bit in deep. He sucked back the poor blood savoring every drop that hit his tongue. His body trembled with satisfaction. He let go the body, and stood up. He looked around and picked up the gun that was fired at him.

Romell's nails traced it, his hands snapped it in two. How? How was he found? Who knew he was here? He looked back at the girl who now releasing her final breath. He pushed the door open slightly, and peered out. No else seemed to be around. And the sun had finally set. He pushed open the door wide, and walked out as if nothing happened. He stunk of human blood, and the tomb, bull holes lined the walls, along with blood, and a dead body. He didn't care either. Now, someone knew he was here.

{{Another beautifully gorey post, for you loverly ladies. -bows- Thank you, for the comments before }}