Post by theliontamer♥ on Nov 5, 2006 17:47:39 GMT -8
Drifting somehwere between unconsciousness and what would be a dangerously weak state of alertness had she not been safely concealed in a darkened casket, the young, if one could claim anything about her save her appearance was young, female let the sounds of the dawning evening wash over her, in no hurry whatsoever to rise.
The night was still young, and she had yet to feel any need to awaken. Chances were the other still slept, though she knew the men were often early risers, and there was comfort in the heavy tranquility in which she was wrapped in.
It was not long before her idle state of being leaned further into the awakening world, the darkness of her sleeping corners penetrated by her keen vampire vision. She was merely contemplating rising when a familiar presence washed over her, and she could sense her lover's fingers dragging gently across the lid of her coffin. So he had risen as well.
It wasn't until he had left the inner chambes that she slid from the casket, admiring the smooth, shiny surface and the satin interior. To think such macabre items would present a comfort to one, let alone a young woman who seemed very much alive.
And still her skin shone with a young radiance, although pale and rather colorless, and she did not appear any older than about 22, the age which she claimed, though in truth she had lived for centuries. She could not claim the innocent naivety of most in this modern time; uniformed about the past and utterly despondent in many ways.
Instead truthful innocence was hers, something she had retained throughout these years.
And she shook these thoughts from the back of her mind just as she shook out her long brunette hair, running a few slender fingers through it as she made her way to the outer room, where a large and comfortable king sized bed took up most of the room and a chest of drawers stretched from one corner to another.
A small grin graced her features as she saw Tobias, just recently woken, straightening his outfit for the evening.
"Hey, you," her voice rang out above the furious rushing of cars rushing by the house and sounds of nightlife rising up outside. She could vaguely pick up the hum of the tv downstairs, voices debating the current issues of the time.
There was always some problem.
The streets of LA already humming with life, she could sense the large, luxurious coven house awakening, life filling its' hallways with electrical lights and the artificial sounds of radios and tvs.
Still she rummaged, unaffected by these thoughts, to which she had grown quite accostumed, through her drawers, overflowing with 'modern' clothing; t-shirts and jeans, tank tops and skirts all blaring the views and opinions of modern times. Her selection this evening consisted on a pair of jeans with a long tank top that cuffed at the bottom and scooped gently below her collarbone at the neck. It clung loosely to her sides, something that always reminded her of the huge contrast between the unsufferable bodices she had once worn.
She had risen just as the last rays of sunlight had dipped below the horizon, the darkness spreading quietly and quickly over the city, though the fahtoming darkness was pierced almost immediately by the never resting city lights.
Los Angeles.
So polluted and bright that the darkness only provided a blanket, unable to smother the light and life of the city.
And Adrien probably supposed she still slept, wrapped in the rare and unfound darkness.
It wasn't as though she did anything bad, certainly nothing like Adrien's cleptomaniac tendencies, of which she was mostly unaware, but still she reveled in following the winding streets and the crowds, immersed in the nightlife.
Sometimes she supposed all of LA was composed of vampires; there were so many who crawled from their homes only in the evenings, so of course it was not looked upon as strange that none of their coven was ever spotted during the day.
Perhaps some just assumed that the entirity of the coven were drug addicts and spent thew whole day behind locked doors, doing god knows what, while others went and surmised that they had some kind of a sex ring or were a cult that believed they would die int he sunlight.
And of course there were the select few that leered at Sienna as she passed them by in the streets, calling her and her coven, her family as she had grown to call them, creatures of the night, vampires, blaming her for the deaths of any and every person proclaimed dead. But these were the homeless and no one took them seriously, instead nievely calling them crazy and passing on with no further thought of it.
But mostly no one thought anything of it.
Strains of some kind of heavy metal could be heard even without a vampire's enhanced hearing, coming from someone's garage tucked away in a corner somewhere, and the female paid little attention to it.
"Hey pretty, wanna let me buy you a drink somewhere?" a stammering voice called out at her, and she turned, amber eyes blazing and auburn curls flying, to watch a large, drunken man waving her towards him. But she paused just as some very unfriendly words were forming on her lips and she smirked at him, instead raising a well manicured finger and gesturing him to follow.
"Fucking idiot," she murmured as she propped the fleshy body against the alleyway wall, in appearance still quite alive though his blood had been drained dry and there was a rather large gash on his neck. "I swear, it's so easy these days," she snarled, in a rather touchy mood, as she stepped back and let the man slump, his shriek of terror as she had advanced on him still ringing in her ears.
Of course it had never been difficult, finding prey, but sometimes the pigs of LA made it so simple. It didn't take long for Sienna to pull her dark red curls back into a bun and she was soon on her way again, cleaning her neatly french-tipped nails.
She fit in rather well in this world, not only fascinated by the lights, sounds, and happenings of LA, which did in fact seem like a completely different world than those from her past, but also in attitude and dress. Her lithe body, 25 in appearance but far older in wisdom, was covered by a rather racy(compared to outfits from her past) vintage tee, the neckline altered so that it dipped down and left her shoulder exposed, a short jean skirt over a pair of black leggings, and a pair of slip on vans.
Her meal's attitude had left her quite annoyed and suddenly she wished to return home and see if Adrien had risen yet--surely he had.
The door creaked open easily, lightly, and she leaned against the frame, light from inside casting shadows upon her face and body, and she saw Adrien intently watching the television screen.
"Adrien," she stated, her voice a low purr as her eyes traced his figure, still very much the same after so long.
The night was still young, and she had yet to feel any need to awaken. Chances were the other still slept, though she knew the men were often early risers, and there was comfort in the heavy tranquility in which she was wrapped in.
It was not long before her idle state of being leaned further into the awakening world, the darkness of her sleeping corners penetrated by her keen vampire vision. She was merely contemplating rising when a familiar presence washed over her, and she could sense her lover's fingers dragging gently across the lid of her coffin. So he had risen as well.
It wasn't until he had left the inner chambes that she slid from the casket, admiring the smooth, shiny surface and the satin interior. To think such macabre items would present a comfort to one, let alone a young woman who seemed very much alive.
And still her skin shone with a young radiance, although pale and rather colorless, and she did not appear any older than about 22, the age which she claimed, though in truth she had lived for centuries. She could not claim the innocent naivety of most in this modern time; uniformed about the past and utterly despondent in many ways.
Instead truthful innocence was hers, something she had retained throughout these years.
And she shook these thoughts from the back of her mind just as she shook out her long brunette hair, running a few slender fingers through it as she made her way to the outer room, where a large and comfortable king sized bed took up most of the room and a chest of drawers stretched from one corner to another.
A small grin graced her features as she saw Tobias, just recently woken, straightening his outfit for the evening.
"Hey, you," her voice rang out above the furious rushing of cars rushing by the house and sounds of nightlife rising up outside. She could vaguely pick up the hum of the tv downstairs, voices debating the current issues of the time.
There was always some problem.
The streets of LA already humming with life, she could sense the large, luxurious coven house awakening, life filling its' hallways with electrical lights and the artificial sounds of radios and tvs.
Still she rummaged, unaffected by these thoughts, to which she had grown quite accostumed, through her drawers, overflowing with 'modern' clothing; t-shirts and jeans, tank tops and skirts all blaring the views and opinions of modern times. Her selection this evening consisted on a pair of jeans with a long tank top that cuffed at the bottom and scooped gently below her collarbone at the neck. It clung loosely to her sides, something that always reminded her of the huge contrast between the unsufferable bodices she had once worn.
She had risen just as the last rays of sunlight had dipped below the horizon, the darkness spreading quietly and quickly over the city, though the fahtoming darkness was pierced almost immediately by the never resting city lights.
Los Angeles.
So polluted and bright that the darkness only provided a blanket, unable to smother the light and life of the city.
And Adrien probably supposed she still slept, wrapped in the rare and unfound darkness.
It wasn't as though she did anything bad, certainly nothing like Adrien's cleptomaniac tendencies, of which she was mostly unaware, but still she reveled in following the winding streets and the crowds, immersed in the nightlife.
Sometimes she supposed all of LA was composed of vampires; there were so many who crawled from their homes only in the evenings, so of course it was not looked upon as strange that none of their coven was ever spotted during the day.
Perhaps some just assumed that the entirity of the coven were drug addicts and spent thew whole day behind locked doors, doing god knows what, while others went and surmised that they had some kind of a sex ring or were a cult that believed they would die int he sunlight.
And of course there were the select few that leered at Sienna as she passed them by in the streets, calling her and her coven, her family as she had grown to call them, creatures of the night, vampires, blaming her for the deaths of any and every person proclaimed dead. But these were the homeless and no one took them seriously, instead nievely calling them crazy and passing on with no further thought of it.
But mostly no one thought anything of it.
Strains of some kind of heavy metal could be heard even without a vampire's enhanced hearing, coming from someone's garage tucked away in a corner somewhere, and the female paid little attention to it.
"Hey pretty, wanna let me buy you a drink somewhere?" a stammering voice called out at her, and she turned, amber eyes blazing and auburn curls flying, to watch a large, drunken man waving her towards him. But she paused just as some very unfriendly words were forming on her lips and she smirked at him, instead raising a well manicured finger and gesturing him to follow.
"Fucking idiot," she murmured as she propped the fleshy body against the alleyway wall, in appearance still quite alive though his blood had been drained dry and there was a rather large gash on his neck. "I swear, it's so easy these days," she snarled, in a rather touchy mood, as she stepped back and let the man slump, his shriek of terror as she had advanced on him still ringing in her ears.
Of course it had never been difficult, finding prey, but sometimes the pigs of LA made it so simple. It didn't take long for Sienna to pull her dark red curls back into a bun and she was soon on her way again, cleaning her neatly french-tipped nails.
She fit in rather well in this world, not only fascinated by the lights, sounds, and happenings of LA, which did in fact seem like a completely different world than those from her past, but also in attitude and dress. Her lithe body, 25 in appearance but far older in wisdom, was covered by a rather racy(compared to outfits from her past) vintage tee, the neckline altered so that it dipped down and left her shoulder exposed, a short jean skirt over a pair of black leggings, and a pair of slip on vans.
Her meal's attitude had left her quite annoyed and suddenly she wished to return home and see if Adrien had risen yet--surely he had.
The door creaked open easily, lightly, and she leaned against the frame, light from inside casting shadows upon her face and body, and she saw Adrien intently watching the television screen.
"Adrien," she stated, her voice a low purr as her eyes traced his figure, still very much the same after so long.