The night was just beginning and the real party was just getting started. The weather outside was quite chilly, but inside the heat was aplenty from the amount of people gathered. A pretty popular local band was on the set-list for the night and many were arriving to enjoy the show. The opening unknown bands were done playing now and you could feel the buzz of excitement as the main attraction set up. The tables and bar were full of people relaxing during this set change; getting refills on drinks, going to the bathroom, and all those other necessities.
At the very end of the bar sat a girl. Her dark brown hair was pinned on both sides by her ears with little star clips to keep it out of her face, while the rest was just left in the messy layered look she preferred. A deep purple silk-like shirt adorned her body that caught the light quite well to show off the beautiful shade. The revealing halter neckline disappeared around her neck, and the low-cut back left little to the imagination. Black skinny jeans finished the outfit with shoes as simple as a pair of heeled Mary Jane’s.
A nearly empty glass sat nearby and what was left of the creamy liquid looked watered down by the ice cubes. The only thing that seemed out of place with this picture was the fact that a sketchbook sat in front of the girl. Dressed to party yet…?
Kiara had a system going on. As the night progressed, she observed the people; their reactions, behavior, anything her eyes could catch. There were the stereotypical lowlifes hanging around, of course. The sleazy guys trying to pick up a chick for the night, the depressed trying to drown out their pain with alcohol and the chance at getting lucky, and anything else you could think of. But it had all been done before. There wasn’t anything so far that sparked the creative flare inside the art major, and it was starting to bug her. She didn’t want to be all work and no play. The best band of the night is about to play, and here she is still working away. No, she wouldn’t have it. If nothing came to her after a few songs, then fuck it, she would try again another night.
A heavy sigh escaped her rosy lips as she looked down at the book. The sketches she had were no doubt pretty awesome, but it wasn’t right. It wasn’t what she NEEDED. Another glance around the room and Kiara went back to her sketches, starting a new one based on the trashed valley girl that was behaving rather loudly a few tables away from the bar. A story was coming to mind…
The girl would have a picture perfect life on the outside, but things were falling apart on the inside. Debt, debt, and more debt plagued her, with false friends and an ever growing self hatred rising inside. Her makeup would be running, and this picture would capture said girl in her most fragile moment of falling apart completely. Desperation would reek from this picture as the girl called out for help that would never come, wearing clothes so worn they were useless after selling all her designer clothes to pay bills.
Interesting, for sure, but would it work? Maybe, just maybe…
But, in all honesty, she just wanted some companionship herself tonight. A reason to break from work, so to say. Something to break the monotony she'd been experiencing lately.
The Irish vampiress sat in the shadows- simply watching the crowd as she sipped her drink- red wine of course. She was in the mood for something red. Something fun. her eyes glittered with a beauty that could only be described as that of an emerald- an attractive gem yet cold and sharp.
Her red lips pursed and her face was flushed with a warmth given to her by another just before she entered the bar. She left the human sleeping- considerate enough not to kill anymore- considerate enough not to torture anymore.
Stranger was dead. Vincent was gone- and her violent hunger had ceased. She was once again the playful yet wise vampire who was just enjoying eternity. She played her violin every Wednesday and Thursday at the Tequila and had quite a few fans and even a lover or two. Of course, they never lasted long- Nikki just didn't trust anyone with her heart anymore. Vincent had seen to that. And so had Bill.
She had been attracted to her fledgling Sakura once- but the woman had grown her wings and flown away as all young ones do. And Nikolaos was alone again. No. Not alone. Independent.
And with that independence came a sense of power and confidence that made her far more beautiful than she was.
Unfortunately, appearances are deceiving. Nikki was a monster on the inside- though stunningly original on the outside.
Nikolaos O'Rourke passed through the crowd in order to blend into the large mob of sweaty bodies- placing herself in the middle of the dance- the lights flashing and bouncing off her pale skin- her red lips standing out with her red hair- emerald eyes enchantingly drawing gazes to the slender figure of the murderess.
her shirt was a black tank top and her jeans tight and a dark washed blue. heeled black boots completed the look as her long, straight, red hair fell over one eye.
And that was when she saw the artist.
Purple.
Kiara was in deep concentration as her mind churned with ideas and her right hand scribbled across the page. More eyeliner, this girl definitely needed more eyeliner. It had to be smudged, running down her cheeks, with half-there lipstick. Maybe this girl had just finished with a one night stand, and things were so much worse. Maybe, just maybe she didn't remember this one night stand. She could have been drugged, right? And the drugs could have started her downward spiral, landing her there, craving something she didn't know she had taken, skin crawling with the need and the fear...
Bingo. 'This could turn into quite a painting...' she thought to herself, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, turning into quite the smirk. Mission (basically) accomplished. Now if she could only pull this off on canvas-
At that moment, two things suddenly started the engrossed artist. First off, the bartender had decided to get Kiara's attention to ask about her empty glass, and if she wanted a refill. And at that same moment, a feeling of being watched fell over her form. Her head shot up, a small gasp escaping her lips as she gave the bartender a wide-eyed stare. He blinked, taking a step back before motioning to her glass again.
Kiara's eyes traveled to her glass, and she exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding. She smiled at him, apologizing as she nodded, handing him the glass. Oh how paranoid she felt sometimes. This was the exact reason why working in public was bad, for her at least. She took a moment to glance around and get her bearings again. What had changed since she zoned out?
And that's when light chocolate brown met vivid green, and her eyes stopped scanning to inappropriately stare at her finding.
Talk about breathtaking.
Kiara was stunned for a moment. Beauty like that deserved a moment to be recognized. Then she realized she was blatantly staring, offered a smile and a wave, and quickly looked back to her sketch book.
All of a sudden her picture idea didn't seem all that great compared to what she just saw...
Nikolaos flashed a dazzling smile as the girl met her eyes and couldn't help but enjoy the affect she had on the girl. She was a pretty little thing wasn't she?- Nikki thought rather fondly. A face certainly not worth breaking. And maybe the artist was a monster deep down too. Such deception in a pretty face. Underneath there was a always a motive- always a hunger that could never be satisfied.
She laughed softly as the girl looked down at her sketchpad and that soft laugh somehow defied the laws of physics to spread across the room and whisper in the girl's ear. Nikolaos let herself fall and get lost in the crowd- well as lost as a vampire could be among the living. They were so different. Not many were sober enough to notice how their warm skin brushed against each others and yet hers- when her body pressed to theirs--- it was cold.
A cool hand touched a warm face and Nikki was brought into a circle of arms- dancing and smiling as she simply enjoyed the warmth of the living- her hunger sated and sleeping for the night. Bit she was still itching for something exciting tonight.
