Valerie knew that she made perfect entrance. She managed to capture everyone's attention and that pleased her, of course.
She took a moment to glance at the all members of the small group once again. That almost made her laugh. Seriously, she was amazed. They all didn't look this way from her previous position - back on the tree. Now they were standing so close she could see every, even the smallest detail. The vampires were majority, there were three of them standing there. Two male and one female. She learnt how to recognize vampires a long time ago. Even before she'd been turned into one.
The thing she didn't understand was, why was the normal - looking girl still there. The tone of the dark haired vampire gave away the crystaly clear message. Every single, sane mortal would run by now. Her lips formed a smirk again. She was right - this really was first class performance.
She turned her head as the other male spoke up. His voice was unreal. There was something demonic about it. Obviously, the vampire was very aware of his power.
"Wouldn't make it otherwise." she said in return. The vampire girl was now left alone. To Valerie she seemed vulnerable. The reason was still unknown. She nodded to the girl slowly right after she made sure that she didn't drop all her guard.

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Margaret paid attention to only Dorien. "You left me. You left me alone with out saying a word. Why? Diddn't you love me any more when you had said you did that very day?" She closed her eyes remembering what it was like to kiss him. "I never stopped loving you." She said barely above a whisper.

[Would I still be able to join?]

Name: Aetherion Tirmayne

Age: Appears to be 25, but is really about 150.

History: Aeth was known to be one of Kael's apprentices a little after Dorian was. He learned many of the same things that Dorian did. After meeting Dorian in a forest clearing many years ago, he and Dorian became good friends.

Race: Vampire

Height: 6'3''

Body Build: Slender, but muscular.

Looks: http://pspmedia.ign.com/psp/image/artic ... 845428.jpg

[In the picture, instead of having white hair, he has raven-black hair.]

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Aware of his power? Julien laughed inwardly... Aware was hardly the word for it. His self vanity adored the power he held; it was the key to all he owned.
Taking a few steps forward, he bowed mockingly to Valerie, offering his hand to her, thin fingers long, and white.

"Come, come, ma cherie... Such beauty, and stealth must come with a name?" the golden haired man looked to Dorian, cerulean eyes flickering across Jocelyn's face, the look of utter tranquility still in those flawles features. "Come to think of it... Silent beauty is often the best... You will be Cherie, no matter your name."

Dorian rolled his eyes, scarlet lips drawn together in a thin, yet somehow angelic, line. He looked like a painting; one of those ancient works of art that hang in the great galleries. His sharp features were obscured the blue wreaths of smoke, ebony optics, suddenly flecked with scarlet, as he addressed Jocelyn.

"Not a good idea to walk in the park, darling... Especially with men such as that prowling the area," the dark haired vampire gestured at Julien, watching the serene expression flicker, in annoyance, then return to tranquility.
Turning aside, slightly, and leaning against the wall, he seemed to be thinking, as he let his eyes come to rest on Margaret.
Love? What did she know of love? Nothing to all the pain he had felt, that was for sure. As he watched her, an expression of slight disdain flitted across his face... This was ridiculous. Had she waited, for him? Had she held on to a vain hope of youthful love? He hadn't. He had thrown himself headfirst into a world of scandal, and passion, never looking back. And why should he? He had nothing to look back on.

"Love me, Margaret? A little foolish, to keep yourself going, for a memory... ne?"

((Sure, you can join, Amara^^))

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"I know that now Dorian... Though I am beginning to become used to being me" She shrugged her shoulders her gaze falling from the angelic picture of Dorian, to the cool wicked look of Julien, to the changing expressions of Valerie. She smiled sweetly as she wrapped the black wool cloak closer to her form.

She was really starting to get worried that the sun would come up before they had a chance to reach somewhere safe, but she wouldn't rush them, for they were also undead; well most of them, and would know when to leave. So she leaned agaisnt the lampost and let her green eyes take in her companions once more.

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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

[Coolness! Thanks, Seral... where do you think I should start Aeth off?]

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Name: Ethelred (red for short)

Age: i dunno

Race: ranger

Appearence: He looks a bit like aragorn shoulder length stringy brown hair and blue eyes.
Companions: none at the moment but his black stallion named Sinclaire

Weapons: his sword is named Wulfgar the blade can turn into any element such as fire.ect. he carries bows and arrows.. and a daggar..

Abilities and talents: he is a mighty warrior although not very husky he is kind of smaller than most warriors but he has the speed and skill beyond compare.

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Margaret slapped Dorien. "I am not that young innocent naive girl anymore." She stared into his eyes daring him to crack his emtionless shell. "I know you may not love me any more. And how I could still love you is something I will never know for I have tried to move on, but two things stand in the way. One is that every one around me, every one I befriend grow old and have died while I will stay eternaly young. Second, I feel incomplete, like something is missing, and only when I think of you do I feel whole."

Dorian caught her wrist, even before Maragaret was able to slap him, vampiric reflexes far too fast for the girl to see.
Emotionlessl shell? That was never to break, not again. The angel eyed vampire had lived through far too much, to allow this little escapade break him down.
Looking just over Margaret's shoulder, he could see Julien, the beautiful face had lit up, and the blonde was now holding his sides in silent laughter.

"Maragaret, love, look around you... This is my world. I am not the child you fell in love with, I am the second Leader of the Aristocracy," Dorian let go of her wrist, only to take another drag on his cigarette, his head tilted back, as if waiting for Margaret's reaction.

Julien let out a shriek of laughter, and clapped his hands, this was just too much to watch... The mortal girl actually believed she could hurt Dorian... Even he knew that there was no way the dark haired vampire could be harmed. It made him laugh to meet those with no sense of Dorian's power.
His hand still outstretched for Valerie, he lunged over at Jocelyn, taking her arm, once more.

"Amusing to watch, isn't it, cherie?" Julien smiled serenely, his hysteric laugh calming to a manic, yet still serene, grin.

((Its up to you, Amara^^))((thats fine, lotr, but you know this is a nineteenth century RP?))

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((Seral, do you think Dorien will ever love Margaret again?))

Margaret shook her head. Tears formed in her eyes. "Do you want me to leave? Say that you don't love me, look in my eyes and say it, If you can. Or would you rather have me dead, should I have let myself die years ago. My body shaken and weak, coughing up blood. Should I have let my self die of Turbiculosus (TB)? Would that have been better then me here know, willing and wanting to be with you again." Suddenly she covered her mouth realising what she had told Dorien.

Jocelyn wrapped her arm around Julien's though her eyes were trained on the dark-haired vampire and Dorian. She wondered what had happened in the past. Oh well, it was not her buisness anyways. What did she know of love, the only person she had loved harmed her many years ago; before being sired, and she was not going there. So Jocelyn smiled at Julien, her ruby lips shining in the lamplight and nodded her head to his question.

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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

Valerie arched an eyebrow as she looked at Julian's offered arm. This amused her. Something was going on all around her. She wasn't in the center of attention but she participated. That was enough - for now.
Obviously, the vampire tracked her thoughts. She could see it from the look in his eyes and his every single action. That was one of the privileges old vampires possessed - they could read minds. She, personally, despised it. The feeling wasn't really great. It wasn't nice to know that someone can enter in the very center of your mind and collect information as they please.
"How sweet." she said and looked straight at Julian's eyes "I've already earned a nickname. Then it is not necessary for me to introduce myself." she smirked.

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Dorian had learned, long ago, how to keep his temper controlled. This was merely boring him...
With an aggrivated sigh, the dark haired vampire shook his head, his movements now tense. What did he want? Looking upon Margaret, he felt no love for her; her whining was giving him a headache... Did she seek to shock him, with her story?
It wasn't working.
No matter the pain she had been through; Dorian Mith had felt double that.

"Do I want you to leave?" his voice was smooth, a deadly calm, the soft feeling of anger adding a sharp edge to his tone. "I do not wish for anything, Maragaret... All I want, is for you to let the past go. It is dead. Like me."

Julien smothered a laugh; Maragaret's story sent him into hysterics. Cerulean eyes flickered over Dorian's face, his expression was deadly... Every other person he had spoken to in this manner, had either fled, or been the dark eyes aristocrat's next victim.
Turning back to Jocelyn, the blonde vampire grinned widely, a brief glimpse of ivory fangs showing, silken lips parting, momentarily.

"You don't talk much, darling... Cat got your tongue?" he laughed shrilly, his arm still through her own.
Looking away from her, he met Valerie's eyes, a smirk playing across his lips, as he addressed her.

"Oh, but sweetheart... It is essential..."

((Well, lets just see how it goes, Mari... ne?))

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((Ok, and I know Margaret is being a bit whiney, but imagine, the man you loved left you, then you found out your dieing and get eternal youth, and no matter what all you know and love age and die around you, the after decades, you see the same man again. She wants to feel the same way she had when she was first with him.))

Margaret sighed. "Fine, I was just hoping to find a way to go on again." She pulled her gun out, the one she had stolen on her way to her original destination. "I have a meeting with death, so I will see you again, maybe." (I won't kill her don't worry.) She took the gun, cocked it and put it to her head. "Well good bye Dorien." She said and kept walking like that, why she held the gun was her way of preparing her self for the action of pulling the trigger.

"Give me something to talk about then... I have nothing to add here it is not my place." She stated firmly as the effects of the dawn were approaching and she was getting restless. Her green eyes grew fiercer and her grip on Julien strengthened just a little.

She rolled her eyes at the endearment, as if she hadn't heard it before in her first lifetime, but she knew the girl was smart, she could see it in her eyes and her stance. She was strong and knew who she was unlike Jocelyn who was still confused.

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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

Valerie couldn't believe her ears. Sure, love was a temporary insanity, she remembered the definition, but this went even beyond that. She turned away from Julian and looked at that girl who seemed normal. Now it was hard to describe what she meant when she pictured normal. Someone who was pressing the gun to their head surely wasn't normal. It was more like pathetic. The girl was acting snobbish, she was pathetic and she was whining. That was a deadly combination. Too bad that there were no mortals around and that meant - no one was actually buying it.
Though, she had to admit one thing. The girl was bold in a way. Not many people would dare to walk around with a gun pointed to their head. But then again, that boldness could just be craziness.
Valerie shook her head and laughed. She just had to. And at least her laugh didn't sound hysterical as Julian's.
"Essential..." she repeated and took another clear look at Julian. Her voice was soft and quiet, barely above whisper as she continued "Is it? Then I just might tell you. If you prove worthy that is."
Once again Valerie glanced at Jocelyn. She was now gripping Julian's arm and her facial expression somewhat changed "Now, if this charade is over." she said and pointed to Margaret who was already few steps away "I suggest you find some place to stay. Before the dawn. Your lady friend doesn't look too healthy anymore."

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