Julien burst into yet another fit of hysterics... This was too much.
His eyes wandered to Jocelyn; indeed, the girl looked ill. Yet, something burned in his veins, some arrogance that Valerie had inflamed.
To start off with, she had dared to doubt how worthy he was. True enough, he was hardly a wonderful companion, and his slight insanity, and random burst of hysteria were far from normal, but he was still the Leader of the Aristocracy... A vampiric refuge so powerful, that many dared not to speak its name.
Second of all, she had actually believed him to need to find refuge for the night. This annoyed him, most of all. Seek refuge? Little did she know, that the Labyrinths of the Aristocracy spread below her very feet.
Taking a few steps closer, and feeling the increasing pressure, Jocelyn put on his arm, he looked Valerie in the eyes, his own cerulean irises suddenly flaring a deadly scarlet.

"Insults, ma chere? Not a good idea... Don't you know who I am? Every other sane vampire does..." his smiled coldly, delicate features seeming to harden, "I am Julien D'Lorve."

Dorian merely smiled. It was obvious, by now, that Margaret was going too far. This litle act had lost all its charm, for Dorian, and his head now ached.
Taking a step back, he dropped the cigarette to the floor, crushing it under his boot. With an irritable sigh, he smoothed the folds of of his black, velvet cloak, and straightened the silken shirt underneath.
He spoke, even as Margaret withdrew, his voice unusually cold.

"Death, Margaret? You know nothing of it... If I could but show you the pain I see every waking moment, I would be satisfied."

Turning away from her, he walked to Jocelyn, sensing the argument breaking out between Julien, and Valerie.

"Darling... Jocelyn, is it? You need to calm yourself... And stop clinging to this imbeceil," he offered her his velvet clad arm, his face once again angelic.

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"Yes, it is Jocelyn and thank you. I am not normally outside for long."

She smiled innocently with a blush as her delicate arm untangled
from Juliens, allowing the blonde vamp to move closer to Valerie
with his fiery eyes as she wrapped her now free arm around the
angelic looking vampire; Dorian.

She could sense the tension now fully between the two sets of
people and was at least thankful not to be in between either of 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

Margaret whiped her head around to look at Dorien. "I have seen death and pain." She lowered her gun realising it was useless to continue her plan. "I may have not seen as much as you, I am sure, but I wold like to know. Just show me your world like you used too, And when your done and have no more to show me, then see If you can ask me to leave. For we could start a new. Start over. What do you say to that?"

she runs back in, her grey dress covered in blood and her cloack ripped to pieces, her face is tear stained and her two daggers are drawn and blood is dripping from them, she looks at Dorian with a frightful look, then at the others who she doesn't know or does know

"troubles up ahead, I don't know who they are, but they are heading this way"

she walks behind Dorian, glancing at Julien, Jocelyn and the others.

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Valerie simply arched an eyebrow again as Julien started laughing. No, she wasn't confused. She was wondering how far could he push. Hysterical laughter and weird look in his eyes made her realize that he won't be able to control himself for too long. He merely surprised her as he introduced himself. It wasn't pleasent surprise however. Julien D'Lorve was a name she heard few times by now. So she made sure to remember it. The leader, that's what he was. Or well, at least some said that he was leader.
She slightly shook her head and made slight tsk tsk-ing noise. She was disappointed. Maybe she was forcing her luck. But she didn't care. There wasn't much he could do to her. Yes, he could kill her, maybe, but trough years she made sure that it's better to be dead and buried then alone. She was dead already, so she only needed to be buried.
"Pleased to meet you. It's my turn now, isn't it?" she said with a note of sarcasm "My name is Valerie Larocque."
She wanted to add something but had been interrupted by sudden appearance of another vampire girl. Valerie glared at her observing the bloody daggers. Then her expression softened and she almost smiled.
"Oh joy. Do you at least know how many of them are coming this way?"

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Jocelyn stared at Margaret has she continued to speak to Dorian about learning his ways. She didn't understand why she wanted so despertly to learn about the ways of a vampire, but then again she didn't understand much of what was going on at the moment so she just kept her arm around Dorian's.

It was then when she saw another vamp running towards them, her body tear and blood-stained, Jocelyn tensed before calming.

"Trouble... from who?"

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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 eyes flickered, from Valerie, to Sarawin. How wonderful.
He drew away from the vampire woman, and leaned back. Of course she had heard of him. Who hadn't? His name was infamous; and so were his ways. His cheeks flushed in a malicious pleasure, as he saw recognition in Valerie's eyes.
Kill her? No, that wasn't his style. If he wished to harm someone, all he had to do was to deny them Life Blood. So simple, yet so cruel.
He watched the girl, then let out another laugh, the euphoria fading from his eyes.

"How interesting... I don't care," Julien inclined his head, his attitude now that of utter politeness.

Dorian looked away from Julien, and to Margaret, as she looked at him. What was he to tell her? There wasn't much he could say, was there? Oh, true, he could stand here, and argue with her all night, but what would that achieve?
The dark eyed vampire sighed, and tilted his head back, a frown marring his otherwise flawless face.

"Another chance, that is what you are asking of me... But I wish not to show you my world, you would never understand it. Only a certain few can, such as Julien. They have seen the world with me. Seen this things befall me."

Looking away from her, for a moment, he pressed Jocelyn's hand, lightly, as if reassuring her, then he turned to see Sarawin.

"Who, cherie?"

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

Jocelyn placed her own hand over Dorians briefly before returning it to rest
at her side. She shuffled where she stood still frightened by what she did not
know. Though she was in the company of powerful people, ever since being
sired she felt a constant sense of unease.

So let her green eyes move from Dorian's angelic face to Serawin waiting for
the girl to explain what was going on.

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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 sighed, It must look strange, a human in love with a vampire. She reached into her dress and pulled out a locket, it was oval in shape, and was made of gold. Flawless designs covered it. Opening she took out the ancint yellow paper and read. "When being with you, I am bathed in the light of the sun, for my body is warmed by your love." Dorien turned back to her, The paper she held was writen by him and tucked into the Locket with their portraits.

Valerie heard that Julien spoke up. He said something to her but she wasn't listening anymore. She could give him that pleasure to believe that he actually scared her or something similar. But the truth was different. He didn't scare her. Not even near.
She kept her eyes on the girl with ripped robes. They were all still waiting for her answer. The truth was, she didn't know what to expect. There were only several things which could hurt a vampire. She knew them by heart. But the point was that there were only several. So, that something or someone who was coming had to represent some big force. She didn't belong to this group but by this time she decided to wait and see what is going to happen. Dorian and Julien, even Jocelyn had to know how to defend themselves. So the problem which remained was - the normal looking girl.
It was almost unbelievable that she was still there. Valerie had to control herself not to simply jump and choke her. In the beginning, she was just terribly funny but now she became so annoying. For now, she decided to stay calm. After all that wasn't something in what she should or wanted to interfere.

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..::If you touch me I won't break, don't think of me that way::..

{Avvie by always_loved_yu and banner by me}

Sarawin took a deep breath, firstly returning the glare to Valerie, looking at her with her grey eyes, trying to make her afraid, she glanced at all the other vampires before she explained all that has happened. She started with sheating her daggers in the small scabbards that rested on a leather belt, Sarawin looked at everybody again taking her time.

"I don't know who they aren nor do I know with how much, all I know is when they saw me the screamed something about murderer and began to chase me."

she sighed, thinking it wasn't a good idea to warn the others from all the strange looks she get, but what could she possibly do? Sarawin looked at her dress and tried to whipe away the blood staines, not wanting to make eyecontact with the others

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[Just a quick question... could someone update me on where you all are and what happened?]

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Julien had already lost interest in Valerie, his attention span, lasting only if taken notice of.
With a sly grin, he turned his attention, now to Sarawin. Ah, this would be fun, indeed. Being chased? Wonderful... Simply superb. After all, he hadn't fed, in a few hours, and this seemed the perfect chance.
Unlike Dorian, the blonde vampire took great delight in trouble, the wonderful pleasure of scaring the life out of mortals, or weaker vampires. Foolish Fledglings.

"Really?" Julien clapped his hands in delight, feeling the euphoria, that comes just before a kill, course through his veins, his blood burning. "Ah, how splendid! Coming then, my beauties?"
The blonde turned on his heel, taking hold os Sarawin's arm, his head tilted, to one side, "lead the way, ma amore."

Dorian stopped, and turned his head. Yes, he had written the words, that Margaret spoke, yes, he had once felt that way. But when he died, another part of him, had faded.
He took a firm, yet gentle hold of Jocelyn's arm, knowing full well that she was hardly accustomed to scenes, such as Julien was leading them into.
His voice soft, barely audible, he addressed Maragaret.

"Child, much has happened, to me. I am not the same, as I once was. Marriage, pain, death, and deceit have haunted my steps... Please, this is not wise."

((Well, its hard to explain, Amara. *chuckles* easier if you read it^^))

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Jocelyn understood the gesture Dorian had shown her and smiled back at him with reassurance, her gaze then going to Julien as Dorian spoke to the girl of his past.

She was afraid of what she would see when Sarawin led them to the chaos, she was scared that she would find pleasure in the sight of blood, or seeing others in pain as Julien did.

'No', she thought to herself. She would be strong, face what was ahead of her, and not succumb to hysteria like the blonde vamp who had taken the other girl's arm and began walking into the distance.

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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 felt numb, everything they had done, the many times he told her he loved her. How could she forget all that when tose Memories were the only things really keeping her sane, or were they keeping her from being sane. she sat down there on the street, no longer having strength to stand, her mind was filled with turmoil. Maybe if she became a vampire like him, then would he have her back, what if he made her one, would he be willing.

Sarawin flinched by the touch of Julien's hand and backed off, slowly she unsheated her daggers and pointed the to Julien in a swift and threatening move

"Don't touch me,"she snarled. "the last man who did now lies under the ground, it was a vampire like you, so I would be careful."

Sarawin's grey eyes became slightly psychotic, a grin started to appear on her young face. her eyes flashed from one person to another, afraid that they might try to grab her.

"they are coming"she muttered " they are coming to kill us, I saw what they did to the others who tried to enter the Aristocracy, they slaughered them."


the pale moonlight shone on her pretty face, making it less grim. Sarawin pointed to the road hearing some faint noises coming closer and closer

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