Post by Sober on Dec 8, 2008 19:54:44 GMT -5
It was a nice place considering the post apocalyptic world they were living in. The houses were large, single homes and in the center of the street was a common house for meetings and gatherings and feeding. While outside was depressing and violent, inside the houses it was elegant with a Gothic touch. Exotic paintings of pale couples with dark eyes and dark hair, beautiful and alluring and dangerous all at once. They looked like creatures from a twisted fairy tale. The common house smelled of honey suckles and musk from the old walls and decaying floor. It was relatively clean and dimly lit. Vampires didn't need much light to see everything. She walked into the living room, black boots clicking softly on the wooden floor. She had some color in her face and her lips were red and her eyes were green. She'd recently fed on a young child. Oh, their blood had the potential to be the sweetest. She could still smell his youth on her skin and his death on her hands. It didn't bother her. She forgot how to care a long time ago. The wars had changed things - many things - one of them being her shred of humanity she held onto. Instead of regretting taking the life of a child, she simply told herself that she was saving him from having to lived in such a fucked up world. Who would want to live this life anyway? Who would want to be born into a world of war and constant fear? Parents are dumb and selfish. Stop reproducing. The world was coming to an end. Why continue to try and populate the world - giving people a chance to live horrible lives. The only good was her own species. Vampires were the rulers of this world. They were at the top of the food chain. Werewolves were just filthy dogs - a poor excuse for a predator. They didn't even feed on humans anymore. They just ate raw meat. How pathetic. How embarrassing.
Green eyes caught a glimpse of a ship in a bottle. It was the exact model she had pictured Adrian's little get-away ship to look like. She suddenly was able to smell the salt of the ocean and feel the mist of the sea on her skin and the soft bob of the ship as it sailed toward the horizon. Gwenevak grew up around ships so she had sailor's feet. She was never off balance on a ship. It was almost as if she knew how it was going to fall on the waves and which was it was going to tilt in a storm. She suddenly tried to remember Adrian's face, and she was drawing a blank. It had been so long since she'd last thought of him, and she never saw him after she was turned. It was so many years ago. She just remembers his sandy hair and blue eyes... The rest was a blur of features. Of course she still had thoughts as to what would have happened if... Who doesn't? What if she hadn't been such a foolish little girl and had actually stayed home and married the best suitor her parents approved of? Her life would have been... empty... pointless. As horrible as the world is, Gwen gets a sick kick out of it. Her life would have been so dull and so boring. She enjoys killing. It gives her a rush. She always gets a shiver of delight going up and down her spine when she drains a human dry of their life force. She loves the feel of blood gently slipping down her throat and circulating through her body. She loves the feel of the crimson liquid dripping from her chin. She loves the strong, metallic scent of blood and the heady effect it has on her. No... If she hadn't been so foolish when she was young, she would never have enjoyed these feelings of euphoria. She would have married young, gotten pregnant, raised her children and died. How boring. How useless. There is no equivalent to the satisfaction of settling your blood lust on a fresh, young victim. The look of her latest victim entered her mind and replaced the indistinguishable figure that was once Adrian. The look in his eyes as she sucked the last drop of blood from him. It was so tantalizing.
She took a deep breath even though vampires didn't need to breathe. Old habits die hard. She opened her eyes and looked around again, pushing her fantasies aside. She was here for business... maybe. To be honest, she wasn't completely sure why she was there. She'd met a distinguished vampire and their meeting was incredibly brief, but he told her to meet him here on this night. Why was beyond her. The vampire race was scattered and unorganized. They either traveled in no more than a group of three or simply alone. She'd been traveling alone all these years. Greggory Smith was appealing while he was around, but then he disappeared, and he was the last hope for the vampire race finding a decent, intelligent leader. It was almost embarrassing. If only the vampire could get their shit together they could easily dominate the world. The werewolves were too busy sniffing each others' asses that they were only newborn puppies in this game of doom. And the humans were only cattle. They needed to be rounded up and put into cages. They needed to be their slaves. The only thing they were good for was to feed off of. Other than that, they were completely useless. They were a waste of space on this planet.
Gwenevak picked at her crimson painted nails. She was wearing a red, formfitting silk blouse with a V-neck and black skirt with black leggings underneath. Her black boots came up to her knees, raising her small height and lengthening her form. She put a hand on her hip as she waited, her eyes continuing to survey the house and all the possessions in it. Before this night, she would probably end up stealing a few things. Not like it mattered anyway. There was no such things with value anymore.