Renee yawned, raising her hand and fanned-out fingers to her lips in a dramatic version of pleasantries. A girl with short black hair and ivory flesh was bent over her other hand, neatly spreading a purple nail polish across each nail. She admired her spare hand, which had been done moments before, sighing at the glossy reflection of the room behind her. Her own reflection wasn't there. She twitched her hand a bit, impatient. They weren't dry yet, and she needed them dry soon. Before her next hunt, or she'd have to sit through all this again. She never had been patient.
The short-haired girl arose, admiring her work for a moment, and then rushing in a sharp accent, "You like?" Renee tossed her head, baring her neck boredly with only a faint nodd. She blew gentley at the polish, leaning back lazily and letting her eyelids droop. She could hear the girl's breathing, and almost feel her pulse from this distance. However, she was a little too young for her current craving. She wanted something different tonight. Renee lifted her eyelids again, gaze sweeping around. Nobody else was there, and the girl seemed impatient for Renee to leave, which was a sure sign they were near closing time. No problem... She stood, hip jutted elegantly, hands poised around her waist. The girl busied herself with cleaning up her station, ignoring her previous customer. Usually, Renee would take offense to being ignored, but she really wanted to get away from the lights in this place. Her head was begining to ache.
Renee looked at her nails again, pondering what time it was for a moment. Usually a place this big didn't close very early. She tucked a sheet of hair behind her ear, letting her nails brush across her neck, smiling at the familiar shiver that ran down her spine. Swaying her hips subtley, she moved away, towards a glass door. She could see the room behind her, but not her own reflection... Renee looked down, smoothing out her blouse--raven hued--and shifting her legs until her purple skirt was smooth as well. She had black high heels, and a purple shawl of silk aroung her shoulders to match the skirt. Silver loops hung from her ears, and many thin bracelets wrapped around each wrist. She looked back up at the window, this time noting the girl's reflection was staring at the emty space she should have been in. Renee turned, racing to her side, but unable to muffle the girl's scream. Of course, she didn't know exactly what Renee was, but it was damn close enough...
Frantically, Renee glanced around. She could sense another person around, but didn't have the time to do anything. She lashed out, clutching the girl by the neck and digging her fangs into the first vein she found. It worked. As soon as she felt liquid poor across her lips, the cries weakened, and eventually faded. Renee winced, letting the body drop. She had really been hoping to have something different tonight. Renee stared down at the body in distaste. What to do...She wasn't dead. Her pulse was still thrumming faintly within her chest. If nobody found her, though, she would die. Renee's frown deepened. Too bad. It wasn't her problem right now. The girl had screamed--most likely because Renee had lunged at her-- and it was likely to be heard. Not like many were out at this time, but there was still that chance, and it was a chance she didn't want to take.
It was very late, and dark even for the cat-like eyes of a Nephim. Ganymede tucked an unruly, wavy lock behind his thrice-pierced ear and sighed. He just wanted to get his nails done....maybe his hair. He had been in a real funk as of late, fighting with the whore and the Nazi at an all time high. His depression had reached fever pitch, making him feel less beautiful and less valuble than ever. And to Ganymede, feeling less than absolutley stunning was as terrible as feeling dead. His usually bright vulpine orbs were lowered to the ground, taking in nothing but the cement monotony of the city. His pants clung to his round hips, dark leather with a much too gaudy silver studded belt. His shirt was somewhat looser, reptile skin printed silk that hung off of his shoulders on both sides.
He found his way, in short order, to the nail salon. Perhaps getting a manicure would make him feel more worthy than he had lately. However, fate really seemed to have it in for him that night. How could he have known that when he pushed open the door, his sandle would meet not tile but blood? How could he have forseen looking up to see a dark haired siren of a woman, slender and smirking before him? And how could he have avoided it?
Ganymede stumbled back, hissing at the intense smell of fresh blood. It called to him, much the same as it repulsed him. He gazed up, vaugley aware of the beautiful, mysterious woman standing in the wake of the bloody mess. He blinked wide, verdant eyes, and growled and old curse in his native Greek. How had he angered the gods to the point of this torture? Even the simplest of pleasures, getting his damn nails done, was denied him. He stood straight, crossing his arms. Damn fate. Damn it all.
"...And I wanted a manicure, too..."
Renee was caught slightly off guard by the other vampire, but she couldn't say it was completely unexpected, and she was pleased it wasn't another mortal. She couldn't stand stuffing any more of their young, vulgar liquids down her ivory throat. She gave what sounded like a deep purr, rolling up to the man with a gentle, if not inviting "Hello..." and ignoring the shallow pool of blood beneath her heels. She was more interested in the build of this new figure--the strangely appealing beauty of him. Almost human, she noted, resisting the idea of touching his skin. She knew, without doubt, she'd find it cold. Dead. Like her own. Still, it was enticing. She continued her sashay towards him, extending a hand palm-down expectantly, silver bracelets clinking gentley at her movements. She made a point to meet his gaze, smirking at its depth. A beautiful color, really. She had forgotten what color her own eyes were. She knew they were purple, but she missed looking into the mirror and admiring their mystic shade. She'd never seen anything else in that shade at the time, and now she couldn't remember it...
Renee stopped, posed elegantly an arm's length away from the vampire. Her hair was pushed behind her right ear, but it flowed over her left shoulder like oil, gleaming almost as darkly as the blood on her lips. Her head really did hurt now--the lights were a strain to her eyes. She wanted to sigh, but decided against breaking her seductive image. She just grinned, eyes locked contently on his, swaying gentley as if living blood still flowed through her. She felt alive, which was, she knew, because of her meal. However, she liked to believe it was her unwavering luck, and having this figure of heavenly darkness stumble into her presance. She leaned closer, parting her glossed lips ever-so-slightly. "Why the sullen looks, amoure?" she soothed, her voice a low tease.
She waited for his reply with a grin. It felt like forever, but she hadn't often attempted seducing her own kind. She just needed a little fun afetr this mistake. It would do them both good, it seemed. She gave her best smirk, blinking up at him with starry eyes. It was true, vampires did love beautiful people. This...this angel was living proof.
