Malachai finished the polish on the outer sides of the carriage he built. He was satisfied with it, its soft inner cushions of dark-red leather, it's old-fashioned wheels, the smooth surfaces. He decided that, had he seen it in the Square, he'd buy himself a ride in it.

The finishing touches were complete, and he was ready, this evening, to venture on to St. Raine's cobblestone intersection. He harnessed his new pet, a lovely horse which he had charmed quickly with his telepathy. Malachai stroked the smooth fur of its lengthy neck, then gave the animal a kiss on its muzzle. It was so very admirable, the most beautiful horse he'd ever seen. Ebony fur, smooth as silk, covered its tall frame. The mane and tail: an unusual cream-white, which gave a shocking appearance against the black of the body.

Malachai noticed his hoofs were slightly chipped and needed polishing. He procrastinated shoing the horse until he'd return.

The leaves on the trees outside the Square were a briliiant red this evening, the sun had just set and the sky was a dim-orange. Malachai and his horse turned the corner and parked in front of a little cafe, waiting for a customer. The vampire was dressed in his black suit, the only one he owned. To match his stately horse, he sported a new cream-colored tie that hung from his pale neck.

Malachai hummed in his throat as a couple- a man and woman- in their late thirties came strolling down the street. The looks on their faces clearly meant frustration, and Malachai knew just what they needed.

"Hello, there! How's about a free ride?"

"That's kind of you! What do you think, Michelle?"

The woman nodded and smiled at Malachai in a respectful gesture. He, in return, grinned in satisfaction. The two climbed up the two steps into the carriage, admiring its handiwork. Malachai whispered to his horse to start moving, but not to get excited. The pace should be rather slow.

"Where to, friends?" The woman pointed down a road and the horse moved, seemingly on its own, in that direction.

After gorging himself on the couple, he regretted having chosen them. The feeling of guilt had set in. He had enjoyed their company, and knew he could have chosen someone more worthless. It would be different next time. He left heir bodies intact, healing the puncture wounds on their throats with drops of his own blood. He left them there, holding eachother in the short wood near a little stream. They'd never be angry at eachother again. They'd always be in love.

Snow started falling as Malachai drove his death-carriage toward home. He was trying to think of a name for his new horse.

(OOC: Hope you don’t mind if i join in :rolleyes: )

Bastet had been in demaitre for some time now, she had became rather street wise, but she had not allowed her senses time to grow, and as she heard the sound of horse clops coming along the road, she stepped out to get his attentions.

Bastet believed this would be a easy kill, good looking men were usually very thick and died silently and dramatically, Bastet put one of her small elegant hand out and then came the horse closer and closer, till it came to a stop in front of the hooded vixen.

Malachai bent his elegant head to look over this lovely lady. He sensed she was no ordinary woman, though he wasn't as interested in making friends as he was in getting home quickly.

"Hello. I'm kind of in a rush. Would you mind getting out of the road..?"

He paused. What was this about? Was she just going to stand there? He slowed down and decided he wasn't in such a hurry for any real reason.

"Well?" :blink:

"Well hello there, you are a handsom boy arn't you, and the moonlight looks so sexy on your features!" Bastet had put on a kind of old texas style of talking on, she beleived it made her seem more inocent.

The wind blew and as Bastet turned, trying to be as sexy as possible, the wind blew down her hood, and the rest of her hair flew around in the wind, she walked over casualy to her next victim.

In curtasy he stood down off the carridge, Bastet asked in no realy curiosity, "So whats your name?" Bastet sounded sweet, as she stood there looking deep into his eyes, she outstreched her hand and stroked Malachai's face, and a shiver went up her spine and she realised what had happend, she was touching a vampire!

Malachai shifted his weight and shivvered in the remindance of how much he despised the southern accent. He was somewhat disgusted and repulsed at this desparateness and faqade.

Look, lady... I'm not interested in your little show. I'm going home now and I haven't any time to be slowed by a lonely female.

Malachai shrugged off his irritation and planted his feet firmly on the floor of the carriage seat. He gave her one last look and slapped the reigns lightly on the back of his horse and it lifted its hooves high in a trot towards home.

Was I a little harsh...?

I have no time for this.

It had been a long night. Malachai was now feeling lonely and remorseful. He wanted someone, just not someone like that.

He spoke softly to his horse, which he had slightly overfed and spoiled. He stroked the silken fur on its long face, feeling the veiny tissue under the skin of the muzzle. He wondered what would happen if he tried to make this horse a vampire.Would it's body need so very much blood as it now needed hay and grass? would it look any different?

Pondering on this made him feel wicked. The horse was his friend, though a stolen thing it was. It never tried to run from Malachai, even when it was let outside to roam. No fences were there to hold him, no ropes to bind him.

He decided it would take a lot of thinking over, but would be a fun experiment if he chose to do it. What was he, anyway? A vampire or a mortal? Malachai ambled into his house like a madman, so excited was he. He readied himself for bed, swiftly scubbing himself down in the shower. But bed wasn't his destination. The library was, and when he arrived there he was shocked to see someone standing there in front of him.

"Whrorgh!!" he let out the muffled grunt. Then he prepared himself to battle and awaited an explaination. :huh: