Bo was stomping through the streets of Demaitre without purpose, a great anger clouding his destination. He had bought tickets at the Ave Verum Concert Hall for tonight; one for himself and one for Lily. There was a ballet troupe in town performing Sleeping Beauty, and though she had seen it many times before, she had been happy when Bo presented her with the tickets. It was a bribe to lure her away from her new casino, from that annoying little fake son of her's. It was a thread to tie her to him once more; he wasn't liking how far away she was getting.

He had been sitting in their private box, the curtain about to rise, when his cell phone had rang. Apparently she was still upset he had Codi raped, and didn't feel like seeing him tonight. He had left while the orchestra in their pit began tuning their instruments, filling the air with their disjointed fluttering.

Now he was prowling, with nothing to do for the rest of the night. He had half a mind to go to the Ace High and find Lily, but he was through with rational conversation and irrational arguing. He wanted to pay her back now. They had been together too long, not through time, but for the past year. The rot was beginning to set it. He hadn't allowed enough time away from her, to let her miss him before they lived together once more.

"Like that was my fault.. The other bitch was the one who called her here.." He mumbled savagely to himself, his old Roman accent thick with his anger.

He had shaved tonight; the perpetual stubble that plagued his chin was gone and replaced by a faint hint of aftershave. He was dressed appropriately for the Ave Verum, an expensive tailored black suit which fit his body perfectly. It was, after all, the only way to properly show his body off, as it deserved to be. Underneath the suit's coat was a crisp white shirt and a burgundy vest. His longish hair was slicked back instead of left messy. He looked very upper-class, except for the garbage curses which he muttered at intervals.

He finally stopped walking at a quiet intersection, standing under the streetlamp to decide his next move.

OOC| Reserved for Zaek. |

She inhaled slowly, dragging the nicotine infested air into her lungs before releasing the remaining bits of smoke, beginning on her journey for the night. Where was she going, she wondered? She was led around from place to place by sheer instinct, unsure of what to do with her spare time now that she had now become forced to endure. She absently shut the door behind her, inserting her keys in order to lock it before walking down the hallway that lead to the other flats near her, having forgotten her coat and lighter, and only have one cigarette on her, which was stored neatly behind her ear beneath the signature scarlet flow of hair.

Street lamps passed her as she moved, each illuminating the surface of her eyes and skin, the colours locked within her once mortal eyes reflecting in some shades of a light lavender, each light that caught it changing with the variation of pigment in the city lights. As she walked, she heard people calling for her - calling for the way she looked, as though she were some hooker, but she gave it no mind. She was fractured, unable to link herself to an emotion strong enough to bring life into her lungs and animation in her movements.

Rosary beads swung softly with her walking, wrapped around her right hand with the crucifix flat in her hand, her head bowed as she walked. She took a few more drags off of her cigarette, using her inhuman advantage to finish off the would-be cancerous stick of tobacco, dropping the filter on the ground as she walked. Slowly, she bowed her head, the rosary beads held to her forehead, her whisper slow and precise with each word.

"Dear Angel at my side, my good and loyal friend, you have been with me since the moment I was born. You are my own personal guardian, given me by God as my guide and protector, and you will stay with me till I die. He who created you and me gave me to you as your particular charge. You assisted in great joy at my baptism, when I became part of the Mystical Body of Christ, and was made a member of the household of God and an heir of heaven.

You saw the dangers that beset my path, and, if I sinned, it was in spite of you. You envied me when Christ came to me in Holy Communion. Even though you probably were there among the angels that adored Him the night that He was born, you have not been able to receive Him as I can. O, help me to appreciate these gifts!

Help me to realize, as you do, with every fiber of my being, that to serve Christ is to be a King! Help me steadfastly to avoid evil and do good and always guard my soul from sin. Protect me as well from physical evils as I go about my daily work. You will be with me all my life, and at the hour of my death. Help me to face death bravely, patiently, with great love of God, knowing that it is only through death that I can come to Him in heaven! Then, come with me to my Judge, and when the hour of my salvation comes, take me home to my Father, God. Amen."

With the finish of her prayer, she lowered the rosary, letting it swing into full length, and though she did not realize it, tears had rebuilt within her eyes, having recalled some of the old days, when Jesus had lain kisses upon her cheeks and embraces upon her broken form..

She sighed, clearing her mind, reaching for the cigarette behind her ear and her lighter -- she stopped... where was her lighter? She was too far away from her flat to go back and get it, and so, surveying for any open stores - she took the next best option, a man that was standing at the lampost, looking angry enough to be a smoker. She didn't pay heed to the presence she felt from him, too distracted from her prayers to even notice the vampiric pulse.

"Excuse me, sir, do you have a light?"

Bo had decided to call up one of his random women. If Lily didn’t want him, there were dozens of other women who did. He was searching for a cell phone when a scantily clad vampire woman approached him. He had heard her coming, heard her mumbling prayers. He hadn’t expected her to speak to him.

"Excuse me, sir, do you have a light?"

He looked at her for a moment, his cell phone in his hand.

“Of course.” He placed his phone back in his pocket and pulled an expensive looking silver lighter out of his other pocket. He flicked open the cover, revealing the dancing flame, and held it out to her.

“It’s December.” He said pointedly. “Why are you wearing such.. ” His sight fell over her body, evaluating her clothing, searching for a verb to describe her clothing, but failing to find one. “..Clothing.” He finally finished, returning his gaze to her eyes.

Lucan Was Walking the night of this city new to him. He loved Vennse but he had killed to many there and soon humans would worry about their little freinds. But in this city he had so many dishes of which feed, so many diffrent blood types. His Mouth watered with anticipation.
Lucan had the apprence of a thirty year old but little did people know he was much older. He was dressed as always, eliganly. He had a crimson leather sleeveless top and black leather pants. he had a belt of which its buckle had a shadow of a skull. His face was almost pure white and his lips where blood red. His long black hair waved as he walked, he had a half ponytail with the majority down. Finally a long blak tail coat and a pentagram pendant made his appreance complite. He saw two figures in the cloud off smoke and lamp light he saw the pale faces. they are two well dressed for mortals he thought as he started to walk towards them.
The two looked up as a figure stepped out of the dark into the small fraction of light.
"Evening, may a join you?" he spoke in his transilvanian accent making his teeth seen.

OOC| Three things, LucanValdora:

1. This board was reserved for Zaek. Usually when a board is reserved, it's only for that person, and you should ask before joining it.

2. You have not yet posted a character description. You must do so before you begin Rping, so I suggest you do so now.

3. You may say your character 'stepped into the small fraction of light', but you may not say that our characters looked up. That is god molding, no matter how small, and I for one do not appreciate it.

Zaek, pay no attention and continue on without Lucan. Lucan, you might want to take note of these things.

By the way, I think you mean he loved Venice, not Vennse. |

And somewhere, the wicked digits of fate began to weave the tapestry most prone to its nature, tying in Nataliya's destiny with this man, this nameless man - oh, what a cruel feature it was, for in her small need for a cigarette, she had become locked with the binds of which would hold the very pages of her life. Inhaling upon her cigarette, she took in the air with joy - pleasant joy, for despite the shivering that her form suffered from, the toxic smoke burned her in such a way that it was appropriate, like an overstretching blanket covering the misted sky in suffocated warmth of a mid summer fever. What answers was she to tell, this mystery having requested of her what seemed an explanation, as though she was perhaps a child, being scolded by an elder for misconduct.

She brushed the thoughts from her mind, exhaling the grey-tainted air, though, she wasn't entirely sure that the smoke in her lungs would've made the difference, almost positive that in the freeze of the night, even a vampire's breath would be visible. Lacing her fingers over the extended tobacco stick, she pulled it from her mouth entirely, looking up at the man to reply, though, she was truly unsure of what to say. In moments of these, she had been taught to speak beautifully, and the only beauty that could be grasped, was ultimately truth.

"I left my jacket at home."

With that she took another drag of her cigarette, a thin smile curling upon her lips as she thought of an attack plan, something that would hopefully let the man know she wasn't just some idiot fledgling, most certinaly not. "And what are you doing, all alone? Is it not a Friday night, I thought you males had women to destroy." Exhale, inhale, huff, puff, her smoking continued before she made to walk away, turning her head over her shoulder just as she stepped upon the tar-road, musing to herself that she was more family to tar than to the vampire who stood near it. "Thanks for the lighter, handsome."

Boethius watched this woman before him smoke so casually, exempt from fate's grand decision being made between he and this stranger. He did not require to fill his lungs with the night's chill air, and therefore the smoke from her cigarette did not bother him.

He studied the stranger again, more slowly this time. She was much shorter than he, and a frail woman, but not unbecoming. And Boethius had seen enough women, both beautiful and otherwise, to be an authority on the subject. He sensed she must be his elder by at least a few decades, but his natural pride did not consider this a threat.

"Ah, but unfortunately the only woman I wish to destroy has withheld the pleasure from me. I've been stood up." His accent was much lighter now, it had only been thick in his anger. He melded an old style of speaking with modern slang to produce an odd, yet charming effect.

"And to be truly handsome, I could not allow a lady to continue, having forgotten her coverings at home." He slipped his jacket off of his back and held it out to her. "Shall you drape yourself, or shall I?" He said.