I walk out of my resting place to see the glimmering moon begin to rise, I couldn't help but smile evily and think of what was in store for me that very night!

While walking down a back alley, trying not to be seen, I felt this strong sensation in my mind!

Something or Someone very strong was getting very near!

::slowly, sliently, his massive form followed her from ontop the buidling. He was a massive beast, if you will, with eyes that flashed crimson from time to time. He had her scent, and tried to probe her mind but all the while cloaking his presence, or atleast trying too::

I continue to walk this time a bit more quickly.
Thinking that maybe I might need to defend myself I searched desperately for prey!

Then I saw a middle aged man I read his thoughts to my surprise he was the serial killer that has been killing all over the city!

I started in his direction, then out of no where, I see a man lunge towards him from the sky, I quickly step back to see who the mysterious man was...

::he stares down into the old mans eyes, his orbs blazing the brightest crimson, fear running rampant through the mind of the killer. This massive creature picks the old man (an insult) from the neck and press him to the wall, the mortal kicks and struggles but to no possible avil::

This is what you get old man... DEATH has finally come upon you.

::with those quick words he pulled the man towards him and drank from his neck, his arms crushing the bones of his prey's body::

I watch (almost in pleasure) as the old man dies in pain.

I carefully approach the stranger, his eyes, so dark as they penetrate into my mind. I examine him thoroughly, and realize that he was quite good looking!

I walk away, to search for my prey. I find a young boy, about 16, the boy looked up into my eyes, he sensed compassion, and love! Instead he found hostility and hatred as I sank my fangs into his throat!

I turned around to find the mysterious man in front of me!

I jumped,

"Who are you?" I ask finding myself looking into his eyes once more.

::growls low::
You could have found a better prey than that, but I will not judge you, it is your way I guess.

::stepped back and nodded gently:: I am Drake Avion, and u?

"My name mysterious stranger you should not worry about, but since I am in a good mood this fine evening I shall answer your question, my name is Genevive de Lioncourt" I answered and walked away knowing that he was still following.
I turned around to find him gone, he moved so quickly.

Then I heard his voice from a distance.

Do not worry, My Sweet, you will see more of me. I assure you, this is not the last of my visits
::his voice was loud and strong in her mind, though he was already a distance away::

I continued to walk and wonder about this strange man. Drake Avion.

It was about only about 11:00 pm and I was wondering about this bar, it was overflowing with the sweet smeel of blood I couldn't stand it! I wanted to drink the place dry! I walked outside, and decided to go home.

I went home and sat at my desk, I was going to write in my journal. I wrote about the mysterious stranger in my journal. I felt a presence in my home, I got up and walked to the livingroom, to find a young man with longish blonde wavy hair and piercing blue eyes sitting on a loveseat.

"Lestat..." I began "for what do I owe the honour?"

::he stands outside her window, cloaking himself from her but probably not from Lestat. He was fascinated buy her, entranced by her beauty::

Lestat sat there with a disgruntled look on his face, so I knew something was wrong. Was someone else here?

::slowly he felt a warmth engulf him and he knew well that Lestat was warning him with the fire gift::
~verywell Lestat, I shall leave.~

::with that he dissappeared into the shadows::

I looked out my window, to see Drake walking away in long strides. I quickly, ran outside to catch up.

::slowly he stops, hearing her steps, and turns his head slightly::
Yes?
::his voice was calm and warm, not a hint of anger::

"Why did you leave?" I asked "Lestat wouldn't have done anything... also why did you come? Is there something else you are wishing to talk to me about?" I questioned with a hint of curiosity in my eyes.

Ah but Lestat was warning me, I felt the warmth build inside my being. I mean you no harm it is just that you interest me. ::his eyes pulse a soft crimson glow his face warm and placid::

"Lestat probably just thought that you were an intruder and that you meant me harm, in fact I think that Lestat might like you." I replied

"If you don't mind me asking, where abouts do you stay?"

I roam usually. I hunt in this city from time to time as I did tonight, but there are others. During the day I sleep under an old cemetary, in a marble sarcophigus that is too heavy for mortals to lift.

"If you like you are welcome to stay with me at my home, I always have extra coffins and no one will disturb you in my home! I just hate to see a fellow blood drinker be a wonderer." I said wishing that he would stay with me.

::shook his head slowly:: I do not wish to intrude.

"There is no intrusion if I invite you, Lestat is just a mere visitor he does not live with me" I began.

"I insist that you stay with me!"

::bows softly:: Verywell M'Lady

We walked into my home and Lestat had already left. Oh well, I thought. I showed him to where he was to sleep during the day.

"This is where you're to sleep," I said "Your welcome to join me in the livingroom while I write in my journal? If you like. Or we can talk and get to know eachother a bit better?"

::nodded softly and found a chair to sit in, seeing as how the night was still some what young, there was no need to rush to sleep::

"Seeing as how I have lived here all my immortal life I haven't seen you before or slightly sensed your presence either you cloak yourself extremely well or you aren't from around here." I stared deep into his eyes and waited for a response.

well I do cloak myself well from time to time, and no this is one of the very few times I have visited the city, the first I was in the outh side of it. I am originaly from mexico. That us were I was born and lived my whole mortal life and part of my immortal one.

"Would you mind telling me about you old life, and I'll tell you about mine?"I said.
I looked at his attire, he wore all black, I found him to be mysterious and I was eager to know more about him!

...as he wanders...his ears and eyes pick un the noise made by a couple of young vampires in a nearby house...curiosity pushes him closer to that house...though he moves slowly like humans do...his feet don't touch the groung...he floats on air...suddenly he stops ...and listens to the two immortals talk...

All of the sudden I started to have that feeling that I was being watched, I know the Drake felt it too, I could sense his feelings. I cautiously walked towards the fire to feel the warmth, I tried hard to dismiss this uneasy feeling

::slowly he sits back, his mind scanning, but not getting a hold of the one that came closer. He placed his hands over his mouth in thought, knowing full and well this one was older than them both, but had no reason to cause them harm:: Genevive, my dear, come sit. ::extends his hand:: let me answer your question.

...watching...hmm...

...he stops next to a tree...covered by branches he knows the two creatures inside the house sensed him....but they don'k know what he really is...he puts his back against the tree and boredom pushes him to listen further to the immortals conversation...

...*Genevive...congrats...you're a mentor now*...

I took his hand, as he led me towards the chair I had been sitting in a few minutes ago, Iited silently for him to start. I turned my head quickly to find another dark stranger standing inside the livingroom by the opened window, he looked harmless enough but I sensed his immense amount of strength. Drake and I looked at him, in wonder.

M'Lady... it is quite alright. For now pay no attention to the others, they will do nothing. I suspect they are just hear to listen, for I am a stranger to them as I am to you. Here let me begin my tale.

I turned my head to face Drake again, but kept looking at the stranger repeatedly, I waited for one of them to start talking...

*from behind Armand he hears foot steps a women in a complete black atire is walking towards him her long black hair blowing in the wind as she walks to his side* good evening.. am i intruding?

....he turns and looks at the man....*...and who might you be ?...*...for a moment he closes his eyes and sees the room in which the two vampires stand ...quietly...

I seen that the stranger was distracted... I turned to Drake and watched him think, his beautiful eyes glowed... as I awaited his response I felt the presense of another besides the stranger I kept looking at...

OOC: getting kinda confused...

OOC: i'm confused as well Armand who r u addressing??? cause i'm not a man last time i checked.....

OOC: Well I don't know Armand in this yet so I address him stranger also, I'm confused also but hopefully this helps, I was addressing Armand as the stranger, Drake in name and you as another presense... I also know you're a woman. ^_^

OOC: Genevive u just won ur self some brownie points lol people have been thinking that i am a guy :P what a pain

let's get back to the roleplay, now...

ok

::sits back and takes a deep breath, recalling his past and organizing his thoughts before he spoke::

Genevive brings all her attention to Drake since she seen the strangers attention wasn't on us, she smiled and was ready to listen

....he looks again at the new comer and notices it is a lovely young woman....*I apologise m'lady.....I had the impresion you were a man....I am sorry...*....he takes a short bow and kisses her delicate hand...

*smiles and nods to him* tis not a problem

My tale begins, M'Lady, south; in Mexico. During the time of the Mexican Revolution. I was born in a small pueblo just a mile or so outside the capital city. I knew my parents only briefly, for you see they were killed and I was taken young. ::sighs:: I was put to work in the fields, there is where I grew up. The years passed slowly but in the time I grew to be an intelligent and strong young man.

I was about te age of eighteen when a strange plague had fallen over the people that worked and managed the fields. But a plague it was not, haha far from it. I saw with my own eyes what was killing my people and those who worked us. I was frightened, yes, but fascinated aswell. I saw it come down upon a worker with swiftness that only the wind could copy. And all I could see in the darkness as the shadows moving in the moonlight, and two blazing crimson orbs staring at me. As fast as it came it was gone.

The day came, and all went as the it went. But that night I never forgot. A week passed or so and I found myself unable to sleep, sitting outside my shack with the images of that night racing through my mind. And then I was given a start buy a voice.

"So you can't stop thinking of me? Ha, I don't blame you." She was speaking my tongue. and her voice was soft but still fierce in a way.

I closed my eyes and shook my head thinking that it was caused my my lack of sleep.

She chuckled, "No human, this is not a trick of mind..."

My heart began to race and her words would not stop, I thought I would go mad. So I ran, I ran deep into the high grass of the fields, but that didn't help. She was upon me in seconds and I was pinned, pinned... I was bigger than her buy far but she was far stronger. I was terrified, and once again I stared into that pair of crimson orbs, and before I knew it... all went black.


::he paused, watching her and turning slowly to those outside, letting them digest what was said::

*gives him a short smile and thinks about what he just said for a few mins*

I gazed into his eyes swallowing his every word and getting a certain urge, I got up and hugged him, it has been a long while since I have gotten the will to hug another, I held him and savoured the moment...