Bella glanced at the full moon just ahead as she glided toward the underground crypt, one of her favourite haunts. She felt an odd closeness with the dead, it could be that her heart didn’t beat, that she didn’t need oxygen to survive or one of the many other factors that made her a vampire, but Bella loved to come to the crypt and maybe read a good book, or just to think. Most of the time she never saw another person there, sometimes an occasional one would stop in, Bella would feed from them and they’d be on there way.
Glancing at all the unmarked tombstones she couldn’t help but think about who these people were, how they died, why they died and it always brought her back to her family.. her heart ached at the thought of them. The aching was replaced by an anger that cause her to kick one of the tombstones, knocking over a stone cross.
She laid down on top of a burial plot, her long arms stretched above her head, legs crossed in a seductive manner. She laid there for a few minutes and then slowly dozed off into an odd dream world.
"Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim’s blood?"
The dark form of a slim figure slipped through the darkness, from shadow to shadow, no more than one herself. She paused at the entrance to the Underground Crypt...a place she had never been before, in the entire forty years she had been in this world.
Feeling bored, Beladona Nightshade began to enter. At the moment she entered complete darkness, a crash sounded from within. With an eyebrow raised, she made her way deeper into the crypt. Hopefully there was someone to feed on in here tonight. Beladona made her way, slowly into the Crypt, passing many tombstones. Sometimes, when she took the time to gaze upon them, she thought of her once mortal existence. What would her life have been like if she hadn't been changed? But after a while, she would shake her head, angry at herself for these foolish thoughts. She had no time to dwell on the past.
After a few minutes travel in the weak light that her vampire eyes gave her, she made out the shape of a broken tombstone. It was an old, Gothic style cross. this must have been the crashing noise, and by the missing section on the front, it must have been knocked over. A few more steps then revealed a woman. Reclined on a burial plot, she was dozing quietly. Amused and interested, Beladona took a seat on a tombstone across from the sleeping figure, whom her senses told her was not human, and watched. Awaiting the waking of this other one.
Edited by: Timbrewolf823 at: 7/12/07 6:26 pm
Re: Midnight Stroll
The world of Bella’s dreams was a bizarre and frightening place. Sometimes she dreamed of her past, her murdered family, the life she had lost, other times she dreamed of the day she was killed and sent here.
Tonight her dreams were odd, but not frightening one Bella would have a hard time explaining to anyone. She was walking in the sun, she could feel the warmth; she was on a sandy beach. Her reflection shined back at her in the clear water, and she smiled. It’d been many many years since she’d seen the sun or her reflection.
As she smiled her reflection started to distort..her nose shrunken and her eyes black holes, Bella was horrified and she awoke quickly sitting to an upright position and shaking the image from her mind.
Startled by the presence of another she jumped to her feet, it was not a mortal she could tell, the undead had a particular smell and the fact she didn’t have a heartbeat was a good indicator too. But in all the years she’d been in Nureese no one else had entered the crypt, aside from a few mortals. “Who are you and what are you doing here!?” she demanded. Bella slowly walked towards the woman, eying her, enemy or foe. We shall find out soon.
"Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim’s blood?"
Re: Midnight Stroll
Beladona smiled in amusment at the sudden start this other one had given when she first saw her. Beladona simply sat there, studying this other. She said nothing, but rocked to the memory of a song she had heard once. Patiently, she waited for this strange woman to say something else. To explain why she herself was here, who she was, and why she claimed this place.
The woman stepped forward. Beladona didn't like this and stood herself. Right hand behind her back grasping the handle of her dagger in case of trouble. "Who wants to know?" she asked the other woman, eyeing her now, looking for how little a threat this woman posed.
Re: Midnight Stroll
Bella cocked her thinly arched eyebrow, "Who wants to know?" the other vampire wanted to know, she sure did seem defensive, "My dear, didn't you get a pamphlet from Nureese? I'm a pretty important woman here, I'm Bella, I own the Red Lotus." With this Bella gave this woman a nice smile exposing her exquisite fangs."Now who are you?."
She noticed the woman's arm behind her back, holding a weapon perhaps?
"What are you hiding? A present, for me?" She stepped a few steps toward the woman. "You shouldn't be so secretive, it makes you seem..weak?" Bella hopped up on a tomb stone and ran her hands through her hair, fixing it from her sleep. "Now, in this town, there's not a lot of opportunity to make friends, and I could personally do without a new friend. But it's be good news for you if we weren't enemies."
"It's your decision."
"Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim’s blood?"
Re: Midnight Stroll
Obviously this woman was playing games...oh well, she might as well play along. She released the handle of her dagger, bringing her hand back around her front and clasped them to show no harm. Beladona then sighed and said: "I am Beladona Nightshade, I do and go as I please. But amung those few whom I associate with, I too am known as Bela. And you'd better watch your tounge if you want to keep it." She smiled with a sickly sweetness that exposed her own fangs to the woman standing infront of her.
"Hmm..," She said, "I've never been there, is it nice?" Her sleek graceful line of an eyebrow raised. "But tell me, why would it be better for me if we were friends? Besides, I've been here for nearly fifty years, and to tell you, it gets pretty boring..." She gazed at the woman. Eyes half open, eyebrows raised, studying this odd female. And waited for her response...
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