Jocelyn was somewhat frightened when Julien linked their arms, but having no one else to turn to she greatfully took his compainionship. She let her hood fall showing her fair features and soft eyes filled with fear and contentment.

"I am Jocelyn by the way." She said more firmly as she had no reason to be so shy anymore. The vampire had not rejected her request to join them.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

Julien's graceful movements were entrancing, and hypnotic, as ever, as he let his slight frame sway in the breeze, his arm linked in Jocelyn's. How fun, for him. Ah, this was what he loved about the vampiric life; its freedom, his respect, and how he was feared.
How he wanted to scare this girl, this fledgling. How he wanted to make his name cause shivers to run up her spine, to blanch af she heard his step on the stair.

"Jocelyn? Wonderful! Ah, the moon, the moon... Dorian, do tell her about the moon?" The blonde vampire seemed to live in a world that others couldn't see.

Dorian turned his head, very slowly, to Julien, then letting his dark eyes rest on Jocelyn.

"I am Dorian Mith... And this," he gestured with the cigarette, "Is Julien D'Lovre."

Dorian loathed Julien's way, with fledlings, his need to cause fear. To send chills through thier newly undead bodies. He merely wanted to the to the Aristocracy, Paris was large, and they had a long way to travel.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

"Julien, Dorian. Thank you for letting me join you." She smiled at Julien who seemed to be full of life, then her smile faded slightly when she locked eyes with Dorian. Something in those dark eyes were reassuring yet frightening. As if he knew something that she should, but she shook the feeling and rested her free hand on their interlocked arms.

"Shall we be going?"

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

Margaret was about walk past clear of the trio but she triped and fell into one of the men. He turned towards her, and she held her breathe. "Dorien?" she whispered, she never thought that she would see the vampire again that she had fallen in love with, and he with her so long ago.

((i will be gone today and tomorrow for prom so don't get too ahead of me but if you must you can powerplay me ))

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

Julien grinned widely, and clapped his hands. Ah, how fun, how very perfect. Taking a few steps from under the lamp, he caught Dorian's arm, linking him, too and dragging him under the light, thrusting the dark haired vampire's hand, into Jocelyn's.

"How wonderful!" once again, he clapped his hands, this was turning out perfectly.

Dorian threw a dark glance at Julien, but allowed Jocelyn to take his hand... Indeed, he was trying to communicate with his eyes; she was going to fall into the blonde vampire's trap... Dorian had seen it all a thousand times before, how he made his victims trust him, then made slaves out of them.

"Indeed... We must be going... Tell me, Jocelyn," Dorian's voice had a musical quality, to it, "where exactly where you, when sired?"

Julien was already regretting forcing Dorian to shake hands with the girl. She was his, as far as he was concerned, he had seen her, she was his prize. He stood, one arm through Jocelyn's, the other hand on his hip, as of bored.
Dorian looked just past Jocelyn, catching sight of Margaret, yet his face didn't change. This was not a good night, at all... He thought she was dead. And, though it seemed cruel, he had been relieved... Dorian Mith wanted nothing to do with his past, nothing at all.

"What is it you want, then?" his voice seemed bitter, now, as if suddenly irritated.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

she sighed sadly, as if being left out, she drawed her dark hood over her head and bowed to the new people, then she turned to Dorian.

"I'll see you there, this takes to long"with these words, she bagan to run down the street and disappeared out of sight, only the faint sounds of her steps could be heard

may i join?

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[Yes, but may I have a bio of your character, please?^^]

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

Can I join?

Here is the bio -

Name: Valerie Larocque

Appereance: She has long, straight and blonde hair. Her bright blue eyes are somewhat entrancing and the moonlight usually illuminates on her pale skin making it look almost completely white.

History: The vampire to made her didn't feel love for her. It was quite opposite. He hated her, and revenge was the reason why he did it. She used to hate herself because of the things she was forced to do to survive but she learned how to live with that and she finally accepted it.

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F.O.R.E.V.E.R { y o u n g
..::If you touch me I won't break, don't think of me that way::..

{Avvie by always_loved_yu and banner by me}

[Oooh, nice bio^^ Sure you can join. Welcome. ^__^]

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

Margaret was stunned. "It is you, Dorien." What could she say, 'I cried when you left me.' "I was dieing so I found a way never to age like you.' She couldn't tell him how she screamed and cried the night he walked out, she screamed so much she had started to cough, and when she did, she had coughed up blood. That wasn't the start, she had whized, and fainted before that, but the first signs of blood. It was ironic. "I'm Happy to see you again, Dorien." Margaret blushed, she always did when she was with him, he had said it made her more beautiful then she already was.

((Thank you =) ))

Valerie heard commotion nearby. Well, more like, below her. The voices she heard started becoming louder, someone was approaching. She was sitting on the second branch of a large tree. Maybe that seemed weird to some, but not to her. There she was perfectly hidden from all unwanted visitors.
The four figures stopped by the nearby street lamp. One of them soon left and that caught Valerie's attention. There was something about these people. They didn't seem real. She smirked more for herself then for anyone else. After all, they still couldn't see her.
She made a sudden move, it looked almost like she's going to jump down. But something stopped her. A girl, perfectly normal looking girl was approaching to the group. It seemed that she knew them from before. Or at least one of them.
Valerie narrowed her eyes and concentrated. She had a feeling that this girl will say something important, or at least interesting. Of course, she wanted to hear every word.
Slowly, she climbed down the tree making sure that she didn't drag too much attention. She leaned back on it and crossed her arms in front of her chest. The smirk was replaced by slight frown.
"What a performance." she said as she looked straight at the girl. Her voice sounded almost icy cold "But be careful darling." she continued and took a step closer "There is a possibility that he can read your mind."

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F.O.R.E.V.E.R { y o u n g
..::If you touch me I won't break, don't think of me that way::..

{Avvie by always_loved_yu and banner by me}

((By the way Seral, do you have a pic of Dorien, or which actor you use to picture him. I might get a banner done for our characters and their angsty love.))

Dorian rolled his eyes, then smirked at the sight, and sound of Valerie. Ah, he was going to get along just finely with this one.
He drew his hand away from Julien and the other girl, stepping back into the shadows, and taking a long drag on his cigarette, as he considered.
The sight of Maragret was annoying him already... Why did his past keep appearing before his eyes?
Finally, exhaling the smoke in one long, over-exaggerated breath, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Maragaret, cherie, back for more, are we? I thought you had finally decided to leave me alone..." the dark eyed vampire's voice had a coldess to rival even that of Valerie... Speaking of whom, Julien was now looking directly at the woman, cerulean eyes enraptured by her silent arrival.

"My, my... What a stealthy arrival, mon cherie..." the blonde's voice was soft, retaining that hypnotic quality, still, even as he moved his lissom frame over to Valerie.

((Ah, I'll PM you with that, Mari.^^))

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

Jocelyn looked stunned when two more girls came from no where, she had seen the warning in Dorien's eyes but didn't know what he was warning her about so she stayed close to Julien.

"I was walking down through the park at night when I was sired." She explained to anyone listening. By now the blonde-haired vampire had entrapped Julien with those haunting eyes.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G