Downfallen. Or Down, Falling? |Vampire. Rawr.|

[Alek]

Strapped down and heavy
Tied up and bound
This weight I carry
This weight I’ve found
So Let….Me be the one to say
I’ve really had enough

Yes, she'd had enough. The two years of hell had finally come to a blissful, glorious end, and Sabine wouldn't have it any other way. Justice had been done, even if she had lost a lot. Now, her one victory erased all of his tortures, all of the 'games' that he had tricked her into playing, and now she understood. Now, as he lay dead on the ground at her leather booted feet, she understood everything. His intentions had been the same from the very begining, and she had just barely been too late to stop him.

Downfallen on (or maybe down, falling?)
(Yes, you meant the world to me)
My sweet love
So headstrong
Strong

Darkness poured over her figure, one that she had kept -had been forced to keep. Sometimes, he wouldn't even let her eat...wouldn't let her go outside. He had been forming her into what she was for two years, and now it was no different to her. The years of Hell had quite a positive look on her form, but her mind was warped and twisted and now, she had no respect for anything.

Watch me fall

And she refused to fall in love. She would never love another man, or woman, so long as she lived. Sabine had never beared a child- the one thing she had wanted from life. To raise a daughter of her own and make her perfect and beautiful and protect her from anyone who tried to hurt her. She would protect and love her daughter, and no man would ever interfere with the raising.

One time too many
You let me down
Won’t think what could be
Can’t feel much now

But now, things were different. Now she couldn't have a daughter. Now, she couldn't even have a proper night with a man. Sure, she had gotten rather far with plenty, as the figure he had forced upon her was certainly attractive, but she found that things always seemed to get...ugly.

Downfallen on
(Yes you meant the world to me)
My sweet love
So headstrong
(Are you?)—this is whispered and hard to pick up
Strong

It had happened so many times that she didn't even try anymore. She always killed them, simple as that. Hungers changed so quickly...she couldn't help it! Sabine couldn't help that her blood hunger always kicked in at innopportune moments.

Watch me
Change this world inside of you
Change this world inside of you

So many men had fallen at her pale, graceful hands. They had gone to her for a night, and had never gone back. She hadn't meant to drain all of them, but none had gone free. Thus, she could not stay in one place. The cities she came to always seemed the same, always filled with the same stupid, gullible men who were all too willing to get out of their business-filled lives and have a night with a woman who pranced around in leather.

Does it really mean that much to you?
To hide your fear, to test the way I feel?
To test the way I feel
To test the way I feel
To test the way I feel

No man had gotten to her the way he had. No man had penetrated the ancient barriers she had put up since her life had changed. Since she had become a Vampiress. Her heart may as well have turned to ice the day she realised what he'd been doing to her. Sabine had loved him to no end, and he was just using her. Using her and manipulating her, slowly turning her into what he wanted.

Watch me crawl
Watch me break
Watch me crawl
Watch me throw it all away.

And in one, furious moment, she had killed him. She had forsaken her mortal life and all that she had built herself up as. As the beating of his heart dulled against her palm, she had felt her own heart give a lurch, and she died, finally truly becoming the Vampiress he had been slowly turning her into.

Downfallen on
Yes you meant the world to me
My sweet love
So headstrong
Strong
He had spent two years, and slowly, she had come to have a milky white complexion that contrasted beautifully against her blood red hair. (It was her natural color, which was what had caught his attention) Her lips were thin but the same color -she kept them painted so- and her frame had thinned to that of someone who had been dead for the two years.

And the blood...his games...he said that they were binding themselves to each other for the day they finally became married. Exchanging blood through cuts in rooms full of funeral candles with music pumping in the background. Sometimes, he had his 'friends' watch it. She always ignored them, going along with it because she loved him. He was everything she wanted, even if he had a few oddities.

I can’t believe the things you say
So wrongful how I feel this way
I’m sleeping to relieve this strain.
So calmly, sadly, softly
Just Let it all just drift away
Let it all just drift away

Slowly stepping out of the rundown hotel, she drew her too-big leather coat around her thin shoulders. Black boots clapped loudly on the sidewalk, wind and rain stinging her face- but she couldn't feel how cold it was. Sabine missed that above everything else. Sex, love, sunlight...nothing had hurt as bad as losing the ability to -feel-.

Moving a strand of blood red hair from her face, she held her head up, acid eyes bright and challenging, luminescent in the moonlight. Pale hands contrasted nicely against the leather coat, which was obviously made for a man to have worn. But now, it was hers, and it covered whatever she wore under it.

A man lay dead because of her, and she didn't care.

[Crimson Cheers]

Damn, it was cold out.

The rain was stinging his face, wet droplets forming on his skin, making him cold all over. It was just not a great night to be walking around town at all. And he didnt have much of a coat, either! Already, after about fifteen minutes of easy walking, his hair was saturated and clung to his scalp like a leech. But he needed to go get some food. His little crummy apartment was empty of everything edible, and he had to eat.

Adjusting his thin, wiry glasses upon the short, poportioned nose, he continued down the street, avoiding as many puddles ashe could. The only thing that seemed to stand up and fight against the rain was his tough leather boots. Thank god for those beauties. Whatever the weather, his crafty boots were there. Unfortunately, though, his left one has aquired a small hole, and his sock was soaked. With each step he took, his feet were dunked in cold water. Not cool.

Running a hand through the dark, thick hair that topped his head, he attempted to smooth the tangled mop out. But to no avail, the wet locks stuck together and hung infront of his eyes, dripping with rain water. Once again, the twenty- four year old attempted to shoo away his annoying hair, but gave up, bright green eyes fixing on the cement irritably.

His clothes hung to his thin frame, drenched and waterlogged, not doing much to protect him from the elements. Jeans were well fitted, tied to his waist by a studded belt. And other that was a zip-up black hoodie, covering a blood red shirt underneath. Various studs and loops hung from his left ear, as well as a thin loop at the bottom lips corner.
What was this nerdy charachers name? Ayden. And Ayden was pissed off. Not to mention in the mood for a burger.

[Alek]

Ah, rain. Too bad she couldn't feel it. It soaked her hair, plastering the obedient strands to her face. The contrast was alarming, like a missed note in a difficult key signature.

Sabine was not a stupid Vampiress, and she knew well better than to just swing around corners like she owned the place(even though she may as well own it). Thus, when she stepped around, her pace was slow enough to stop before her frame actually collided with the young mortal around the corner.

They did bump quickly, and she frowned, hands leaping to his arms to push away as though repulsed. And it wasn't that she was, it was that she didn't like when people touched her. It always made her hungry to suck that warmth from their bodies simply because she couldn't feel it. She couldn't feel a lot of things, and she took an easy offense to it.

Peircing eyes flickered to his for a split second, if that, and she let a bit of her attitude flair out- afterall, she had no reason to make him like her. She wasn't hungry just yet, and far too BORED for any games right away.

[Crimson Cheers]

He instantly looked up, stumbling backwards as the cold hands thrust him away. He let out a sharp hiss through gritted teeth. How impolite of her.

Her? His eyes scanned across her face for a moment, quivering with the cold slightly. She was so pale. Maybe she was sick. But she was lovely looking, from that moments glance, and his eyes were immediantly aderted to the ground in sheer embarassment.

"Er... Sorry. Didn't see you there..."

His voice rang out like a bell, suprisingly soft and light, not matching the body that whispered the words. Hands were then shoved into his already waterlogged pockets, in some sort of attempt to keep them warm.