It was dark. Not even the moon revealed itself, for the clouds above were dark, and the night was starless.
Just as well. The vampire didn't enjoy looking at them, at their bright lights and heat. They were warm, much like the living he did so envy.
Then, too, if he were alive, even his bones would have been dust, long before now.
"Do I like it, like this?" the vampire asked himseld, for probably the millionth time in his long, desolate life.
"I suppose I might," he decided, heaving a sigh out of himself.
He sat on a pile of tumble down boxes, half rotted through. His trench coat was thrown over him, in a futile effort to keep out the eternal chill of his unliving life.

A young woman walked over the threshold of the abandoned warehouse when she heard a cold voice, she quickly made her way down the hall stopping right before doorway where she figured the voice had come from. She looked around the doorway and say a man slunked over on a pile of old boxes, she walked out of the doorway revealing herself and her dress (I know she's a red head but w/e!). Her long hair was down, her bangs framing her face slightly making her silver blue eyes seem brighter, "Who might you be?" she asked realizing he was of the Nephim coven as she was. She craddled her hands behind her while she waited for him to answer her, looking at him taking in his features while memorizing them for furture reference.
((sry it's so short my friend just put in an awesome movie and I'm slightly distracted. :D ))

"I might ask you the same question," Zoltan told her.
"I can tell you many things of what I am. I am a lost soul. I am a wanderer, a thiner and a fighter. I am an outcast of humanity, and I have been for hundreds of years. I am damned from the light, and yet I hate the dark."
He grinned slightly, looking up at her.
"But, that is not what you wanted, is it?" he asked her. "You want my name. That is a simple one. Zoltan Strongarm."

Anastasia smirked slightly, "I won't give you my name until I think you worthy." she said cockily, she had trouble letting people know her name without thinking them trustforthy. "Of what year were mortally born in?" she asked him raising a thin black eyebrow. She watched the way he moved as he talked trying to decide wether he would be a valuable asset or a play thing, she continued waiting as she fixed the front of her corset's strings.

"What year?"
Zoltan frowned. WWhat year was he born in?
"It has been so long since somebody asked that of me. Several long centuries, at least."
His head bowed down, once again, thinking.
"I was born some 32 years before the first crusades...That would make me...936 years, I think. Might as well be a day, or a million years, for what it's worth."

Much younger than me, but he seems interesting. Anastasia thought to herself, she looked at him thinking about how he struggled to remember his birth year. She remembered that some vampires get caught up in their new life that they forget when the old ones began, "Well, I am 1464 years of age." she smirked proud that she survived for so long. "So, why are you here? At the werehouse I mean." she asked him looking around for a place to sit and finding rusty metal chair behind a small pile of moldy boxes, Well, it's better than standing here I guess. she thought to herself not exactly wanting to sit on a rusty chair but she pulled it out from behind the boxes only to be cut on the finger by a sharp edge on the back of the chair. "Shit!" she thought as she gave herself a minute to regenerate and heal the wound as she sat down looking at the blood that was now dripping down her finger as the cut healed itself.

"Why come to this old abandoned building, than my own coven?" Zoltan asked her, quirking a brow.
"Why not? I prefer my own company, more often than not, to that of my own brethern. Sometimes, all they think of is the unending fight between the covens. It sickens me. They have forgotten the faces of their ancestors, to fight like this. There was once a time, I hear rumors of, when all the covens were banded together, under one great vampire lord...At least for some time. Then, he was struck down by one of his closest confidants, and chaos ensued once again, and has for the past five millenia."

"The history of which you speak is true, and if I am intruding on your 'personal time' I will leave you be." she spoke her german accent thickening without her noticing. She stood being sure to catch her dress on the rusty metal chair she was sitting on, nodded her head and turned to leave.


((sry. I know it's a shitty post but I'm on a limited schedule <_< .......... ttul Frank :suave: ))

She couldn't beleive it. She was lost. Her first day in Demaitre and she was lost. Frowning she pulled her coat around her tightly and let her eyes dart back and forth, nervous of what may be lurking in the shadows.

"This is the last time I go for a walk," she muttered to herself angrily as her eyes darted around looking for someone to direct her towards the living spaces of Demaitre.

Eying two figures up ahead, she shook of her nervousness and tapped on Zoltan's shoulder.

"Excuse me lad, I'm a wee bit lost. Would you mind pointing me into the direction of the living spaces of Demaitre. Its my first night in Demaitre and I am afraid I am slightly lost."

"Stay if you'd like. I've had very little in the form of company, in the last few decades. Many of the vampires are being driven from Europe, I'm afraid. Many I once knew are dead now."
He was about to continue, but fealt a tap on his shoulder.
"What?" he murmered, turning around, looking the human full in the face.

Amorisa felt slightly intimidated by the mans size, and with the ncanny nervous feeling that he wasnt normal. She took a slight step back and stuttered slightly. "I..I'm lost. Can you point me in the direction of the Living Spaces"

Andriette watched the girl, she was foolish walking up to someone she didn't know like that. Andriette stood in the shadows, atop one of the boxes in the warehouse. She leaped down behind the girl with almost no sound, "Lost, Little Girl?" She waited for the human's response.

Amorisa turned to the voice and stiffined. Naieve as she was, she thought she was refering to her height. "I am 5'2 lady, how is that little? And as a matter a fact I am lost. She took an involuntiary step back nervous at this woman's nearness. "So if you could point me in the direction of the Living Spaces, I would be most greatful for your help"

"I'm heading back that way myself, how about you just come along." Andriette looked at her welcoming, her vampire teeth hidden by her mind control. She turned towards the door, Andri... She looked around suddenly, "Come on then, your sense of direction doesn't seem to be in working order. You'll be safer if you follow along." Andri... Andritte left the building nervously, that couldn't be Nic, she must be hallucenating.

Amorisa gave one last look at the man that she had previously asked for help
"Thanks away"
Hurriedly she follwed after Andriette walking along side her.
"Thank you for your help. I went out for a walk and I got lost. Its kind of my first night in Demaitre" She politely stuck out her hand "My name is Amorisa Amherst, whats yours?"

"Andriette Morselli." Andriette walked along, ignoring the girl's hand out of her own nervousness. She was jumpy as they went along, her mind was running rampant, Nic wasn't alive and hadn't been for 300 years, Nic was not here."Where do you live? Are you that new person down the street from me?" Andriette asked her questions still walking briskly home.

OOC- You can or can't be a new neighbor. But it would be an excuse for you to be at my house.

OOC- I'll be your neighbor. :sings the Mr. Rodgers song: oh wont you be my neighbor?

She smiled "I beleive so yes." She followed the woman down the road and pointed to her house looming up ahead. "I just arrived today so all my boxes are crammed around and I have no fucking space at all yet. Its probably going to take me a few days to unpack everything," she said with a nervous laugh unsure of what to say to the woman or how to make conversation

OOC-I'll post a reply in The Morselli Manor thread.