(((OOC: I have been asked to kindly warn all who come to post that although some of the aspects of this RP [mainly the time setting] are contradictory to traditional vampire mechanics, this posting has been pre-approved by our dearest admin. Marcus / Kira.)))



Dawn.

It had been over eight hundred and thirty years since he had last seen the dawn. Felt the warmth seeping into his skin, saturating his body to the very marrow of his bones. First it was a subtle blue, just a hint of colour on the midnight horizon; then it began to grow brighter. Purple and pink brush strokes were drawn next upon the city skyline canvas. Hints of green and red bled across the clouds, defining the buildings in black silhouettes. Lastly orange, creeping its way into the morning sky, filled the awed eyes of Henri de Lesang. He felt tears rim his unblinking eyes and gently slide down his pale cheeks; paralyzed by the beauty before him, he didn’t even think to wipe his face.

Henri took in the place around him, St. Raine’s Square. A street cleaner chugged by, the driver looking at Henri with a casual expression. Henri gave the man a half smile, a courteous smirk on the left side of his mouth, and then went back to examining the sky.

The sun a broke the horizon now, its golden light filling the square, drawing out long shadows from the business buildings that surrounded the tiny park at their centre. Henri’s hands wrapped tightly about his shoulders as a cool breeze swished across his back. He looked down at himself and realized he was in his nightwear, a pair of thin, grey jogging pants, and a pair of thin white socks. How he had ever gotten out into the street, and stayed until dawn, in his pajamas Henri would never know.

It was then that the reality of what was going on sunk in. He was in the middle of the street, at dawn, and he was a vampire. He hissed in protest, and ran for the nearest shadow. Even as he ran he could feel the sun burning at his skin, stealing his strength, killing him.

When he at last reached the cool shade of the CWM Building he reevaluated himself, checking to see exactly how much had burned. Henri was shocked to find he was unharmed. His back was warm, but not painfully so, and was not – as he had believed it would be – covered in skin ripping blisters. His undead flesh had not begun to even turn red, but had remained its pale peach hue, a sharp contrast to the blackened matter he had expected to find.

Henri looked skyward again, fully expecting to see the silver moon and her twinkling sisters filling a Spring-night’s sky. But instead he found only a pale blue morning, wisped with bits of orange, green, purple, and red. In place of the face of the pale-grey moon, he met only the blazing head of the sun, and the stars had all long gone and hid.

A crumpled bit of paper danced purposefully across the square, rising and falling, pirouetting and rolling with the gentle prodding of a morning breeze. Henri watched as the refuse made one final flourish before coming to a calm landing at his feet. He stooped, picked it up, and stretched it out, pulling out the wrinkles so that the paper appeared almost new again. A single line of crimson text, written in a hand of perfect cursive, crossed the page. Henri read the text without more than a passing thought.

“To whom who holds this letter; know that you are not alone.” Henri suddenly felt the presence of several of his kin about him. They were joined by some trick of blood, but not in a familiar way. Their bond was older, much older, than the one that existed between family members. Henri folded the note and placing the paper in the drawstring of his pants, waited for his unliving relatives to find him.

Llhena stood against the wall. It was rather conspicuous of her, of course, but the wall was very adequate for holding one up, and it was a very nice wall, in Llhena's opinion. She pressed her back to it, the soft, fluid material of her knee-length dress making it feel as though the cool wall itself were gliding against her skin, which she enjoyed. Having recently fed, everything was a delight to her. Now, which wall might she be standing on? Well, at this point she was not really one hundred percent sure, not having been in Demaitre for too terribly long a time. All she knew was that it was dark and entered primarily from St. Raine's Square. She also knew that she was enjoying the dark shadows of what seemed to be an empty building. Whatever the building was used for, it seemed deserted now, and she waited inside, across from where Henri was standing, so that she might see him without being seen herself. The sunlight did not touch her where she stood gazing out at them leaving. She watched the paper dally through the coutyard, saw him pick it up and examine it, along with a slight smile.

It was unusual for Llhena to be out this time of day - in fact, it was impossible. So how could she be awake? Well... Lhena has never been quite right in the head, and she is something of a vampiric insomniac on occasion. She looked it, too. Oh, she was a pretty girl, and she knew how to use what she had to best advantage. Her dark curls were loose, and her face was made up tastefully, a compliment to her elegant dress rather than a distraction from it. She was pretty in form, too, and sweet when she was not acting neurotic. Skin the alabaster shading typical of her kind, she waited...

Some people considered her cryptic, and, perhaps, she was - but she did not mean to intimidate, generally. She had known of the note in Henri's hand, of course, yet she propped languidly as one who was disinterested. When she did acknowledge him, it was with a soft voice that seemed almost scared to intrude - or perhaps tired?

Hello...

The alleys in between the busy city buildings, are always full of darkened shadows, not even in day do people wont to go down the dark bleak fin alley ways, but there she was stuck in on of them, she had 2 choices, run for her flat and maybe burn to death in the sunlight, or stay in this alley until night time.

Bastet only being a small girl, could easily hide in the alley but her flat was only across the square, if she ran she could make it surely.
Bastet walked to the edge of the alley to look out over the square, Bastet had intended to look at her flat, but her eyes were side tracked by a small boy, whom looked to be stood in the shadow of tall building in his bed clothes.

Bastet had to think for a minute, what would a mortal boy be doing outside in his bed clothes, why would he be stooped in a shadow like that, and that it hit her like a fish in the face, he must be a vampire its so obvious.

Part of Bastet was happy she wasn’t the only one stuck in daylight, but Bastet ignored the boy now and looked over towards her flat, most of the run would be in shadow, but the entrance and all the front and windows of her flat was covered in sunlight, she would surely be burnt, so she waited for a idea to come to her.