Soft as Petals... Part 1

S:   Soft, tender lips caressed the side of a peach, its gentle fuzz tearing away from the ruby meat as his pearly teeth gnashed through its skin. Juice fell down his chin in tears and an ivory hand gracefully erased the stickiness that oozed down his supple neck. Long fingers rose before his calm, ice blue eyes. The fingers were unnatural, seemingly crafted from clay, so soft and smooth they were; they seemed fragile like a butterfly's wings, beautiful but nearly untouchable.
His figure was in the same way somewhat delicate, thin, but atrractively so, and his shoulders were thin and narrow, more femininely shaped than most men. His hips were quite small in the sense that he couldn't buy pants that fit him, even if he wanted to shop for them. He had to buy girls' pants, which was quite awkward when at the stores.
His ribs were evident, especially when he wore a tight shirt, as he was this day. He also wore a pair of skinny grey jeans that clung to his small frame for life. He felt like a mismatched fool, and it appeared, merely from his clothing, that he was confused.


Pale blond, almost white, hair pooled around his shoulders, catching the light so that it gleamed beautifully in the way that pearls do. It framed his face, as gently as possible, and shone like a halo above him.

But an angel he was not.

On days like this, he was mellow and gloomy. But at night, his true colors shone. Quick and fierce, he stole the breath of others, preying on victims unaware of his presence. Drinking their sweet blood, until there was nary a drop left. Leaving them gasping for their last breath, last waking moment.

'Soul Sucking,' he called it. And with those elegant, delicate hands, he crushed his prey like little ants on the sidewalk.

And some nights he spent alone at his little squat in Chicago, warming his soft hands over a fire lit from his and the others' trash. Staring out at the moon, sometimes he wished for a different life. Without poverty, fear, or this fearsome power he used against others. He wondered what life was like not stealing others' lifes for his own...


Solace tossed the peach aside and rose to his feet, standing a full six feet tall in his plush Italian leather shoes. A fire burned in his eyes, the reflection of a garbage fire in other end of the room. He strode to the old, boarded-up window and peeked through the cracks at life outside. The life he would never have.

The daytime.



E:   Ember was, in any sense, a traveling man. His heart was always searching.... For that something that could beat the same beat. That place that felt like home, and those particular people that reminded him of himself.  He did not stay in one area for very long, and he found his way here and there, by his Vampiric abilities, or sometimes resorting to the car, and people did everything else. The car was for shorter distances, however. They became temporarily enamoured with him after the initial meeting, they wanted him with them, they invited him into their homes and kept him for company. Ember wandered.

With a newness about him, he seemed quite regal, his tall figure seemed to be held with this proudness. Of course, he had always been proud. He knew he was gorgeous, but the brooding energy, that evil.. Instead of being a blinding veil - it had dissipated to this cool energy, and the absynthe gaze was subtle and calm. The beast was in some sort of transition, and it showed, though the foundations of him were still the same.  He had mixed himself up with some rather strange individuals a couple days preceeding this one, but that was Ember's life. It was random, and he went with it. Of course, these people would notice no difference. They would know what he showed, and Ember was often deceit.. However, deceit was not always bad.

Now, he was watching the fire blaze, lost in it's ambience. He had been slacking on the substance abuse, perhaps to fall into another wave, or maybe not..... It was rather affecting him, but this being sober thing was like being stoned all over again. Wasn't used to it.

He lit a smoke, staring, and picked up the energies of the other beasts nearby, neither aggressive or passive, but certainly could become aggressive if he found a reason to. Something stirring had awoken him, and he was watching him in the corner of his eye. However, he was contented to himself, and settled down into the corner, humbly closing his eyes. Ember appreciated everything that he had. Even Vampires did have to depend on some things in the physical world, even though mostly they were spiritual. They were about the mind, and it's abilities, beyond that of any human capacity. However, they still needed shelter, humans, clothing and various other things.

One man was drawing Ember's attention, and one sleepy eye raised it's lid.... The other seemed dissettled, and various other things.. Bad vibes, perhaps of despair. Various flashbacks of nostalgia ran through his mind. Ember could feel this energy, as he truly was so sensitive to others. As a young boy he had realized that he was quite different from the rest, and it was quite a process that his life had to unfold, but why?

He noted his movement, the man peeking out at the light... The light that Ember desired to be abolished.. He hated that one weakness, that great weakness. Ember was no deep sleeper; his trust of others was much too thin for that.

"Few more hours... Relax man... Get some rest..."

The baritone gruffly spoke, his body giving in to the nocturnal way it'd known for much too long. But beings he'd been to bed rather early, if need be, he'd be fine. His voice hadn't been cruel or rude, more relaxed, as if he knew the man. Who knows? He might have. Didn't remember. He scoped out the floor for other bodies, wrapped up together like cocoons. Ember was a rich man, illegally, but he liked to wander.... It was enlightening. Afterall, this sort of shit was where he'd started off. For Ember, it was hard to be clean...... Everything he'd ever known had been filth. Poverty sort of felt like home, and that's where all the character's were. The higher-up one went, the more superficial. This... was real.




S:   The smell of smoke hit him first, rich and intoxicating. That smell always calmed him, for some reason. Reminded him of home, his family's home. It seemed like yesterday that he left them all behind. In reality, it had been almost a century and a half. They were all gone now, which seemed obvious to onlookers, but to Solace it seemed they had just vanished from his life a year ago. He lingered at the window a moment longer, thoughts provoked by the smoke reappearing in his mind.
It was his sister's death that haunted him the most. She had died as a young, bright woman who smiled at life and whom Solace had spent the most time with out of their five siblings. She was so innocent, so elegant... He shook his head, hating himself again for not seeing the evil in the man Alyce was marrying. He was twenty years her elder, and only wanted her for the money. In those days, when a woman married, all her property went to her husband. Solace's family wasn't wealthy, but they were rather well off for the time. The cruel man beat her to a pulp a year after their only child was born. Solace's rage flared and he nearly killed the man. That night he was changed. His sire said he was well fit for the nightlife, and that his fighting skills, while only used in anger, would defend him well.
The ever young vampire could never forget his previous life, but he managed to move on through the depression and angst. He felt he needed a release, and eventually he sated the need with feeding upon human blood.

Words floated in and out of his mind briefly; for a second he thought he had imagined it, but the other man's presence registered in his brain and he turned casually.

"Few more hours... Relax man... Get some rest..."

He sighed. Sleep never comforted him, but it seemed there was nothing else to do on a boring day like this.
His mouth opened and his honey-sweet voice spoke. "Resting is all I ever do. Waiting for the night, for some excitement. Is this all our lives are to be? Constantly waiting for the god forsaken sun to set so we can live?" He folded his long arms in boredom.




E:   Ember was a bit surprised at the gentle tone that bled forth from the other. He shifted, fixing to stand and continued smoking on his cigarette. Ember's lip curled lightly at the other's words, and he rose, dusting himself off, the cigarette then hanging from his lush lips. His own tone was highly sensual, with dark undertones, as it always was. Just before this one man, he felt no real need to be ostentatious.

"I've seen Vampires that can walk during the day.. Or so they said they could. I wouldn't mind that ability, that's for damn sure..But yes.. this is life as we know it... but you can't have everything you want, right"

His mouth offered a gentle, smirking grin. The vivid green eyes found the other peculiar, however interesting. Slowly, Ember came towards him, his hand flickering over the boarded up window the other had seemed so fascinated with. He peeked out, checking the rate at which the sun set. His rings had chimed against the boards, before he drew back his hand and turned his attention back to Solace. Ember's eyes were curious. So maybe he was not the only despairing Vampire. Lucky he had always run into the sane ones, which had made him feel quite.... even more insane. Though, everyone knew Ember was just not right. And no one was really sane.

As much as he did miss being human, Ember had always been a night creature anyway, one that would stay out all night and sleep all day. In contrast, Ember had not had a good relationship with any of his family. He'd slaughtered his mother, and he'd have slaughtered his father, if the bastard hadn't abandoned their family, in which Ember was the only child. He didn't know the other man's name. If he had, he would've personalized his words. A rapid thinker, and quick to try and figure things out for himself, he had been uncertain if the other had been of pure-blood descent. Looking him over as if trying to recall, now much closer to the other and his features, Ember found he did not recognize him from the night before, or any other of his nights here.

"You must've once been human? I think I might miss it.. Not always, just some times. The life of a human and one of a vampire are almost uncomparable... Much too different. Would you sacrifice your vast knowledge for their ignorance-is-bliss attitude.. They are ants... Weak. Prey."

Ember was not-so-good on personal boundary, so he paused not too far from Solace, resting against the very boarded window. His own hair flowed long and was well-kempt, regardless of where he'd been. Or what he'd been up to. Many things seemed to suggest his money, some being his clothes, his appearance, and the jewelry which he wore. Black leather pants flattered him, and a wife beater hugged his body tightly. He was well-muscled, and quite tall, standing at 6'6 to be exact.

"Guess we haven't met. I'm Ember... Im never somewhere for far too long.. Must've come in with someone last night."

He winked, his cupid's bow lips twirking into a broad smirk. The cigarette was then in his hands, every so often being trained to his lips and then away again. The beast's vehemence and brutality were slumbering. He had remained in a mellow state, perhaps he would shake it off. Only time would tell. And whatever the coming night brought.




S:   You must've once been human? I think I might miss it.. Not always, just some times. The life of a human and one of a vampire are almost uncomparable... Much too different. Would you sacrifice your vast knowledge for their ignorance-is-bliss attitude.. They are ants... Weak. Prey.

The words rang in his head, clearing away the solemn memories tearing at his heart. 'Weak... Ants... Prey. Yes, they are....'
Now. He sighed, quieting his thoughts as long, soft eyelashes brushed his lower lids before opening again.

"My human years were many moons ago.  And while they were good, I do not miss my other half. I feel it was destiny that made me what I am, and that remembering things only brings pain."

Ember stood beside him, and Solace's tired grey eyes dragged up from the floor to the man's face. He felt a similar aura ebbing from this character, a sense of solitude. He grinned slightly and breathed out, "I'm Solace." The smoke drifted toward his nose and he closed his eyes, taking in the scent in a deep, relaxing breath.