Just an exerpt:
>> Vampire <<: It had stalked the woman, for days on end, a week possibly, perhaps a little less. Waiting, perhaps for the moment to strike, or fulfilling it's curiousity with it's eavesdropping habits. It blended into the shadows like a chameleon and moved as swift as the breeze, blurring by left and right, It was getting couragous, even for a young of it's kind, trusting it's speed, it's power, it's overall abilities far too much. Determination shined through those steely eyes, holding a metallic gleam. He was but a child, still michevious in ways, toying, perhaps even annoying, yet with the rage of an angsty teenager fuming deep inside, waiting to explode, on something, someone. The thing knocked on the stalkee's door quickly, seven taps of it's knuckles on the apartment's door. All so quickly in succession with the next, and then it went to the side, and waited. Listening to the sounds coming from the opposite side.
>> @Gloria <<: She paused midway down the hall, head turned. Yes..she had heard someone knocking. She glanced to the digital clock on the microwave, in it's neon-blue number scheme, and frowned. "Matt, is that you? You're really early, I havem't even taken a shower yet!" she called, walking to the door. She unlocked it with ease, opening it. A smile was on her face, as she -expected- to be face to face with her boyfriend.
>> Vampire <<: Of course, the thing hadn't answered, it's voice wouldn't have matched what she was looking for, even if he was a master of deceit, it would be trying to trick someone too close to the object he wished to duplicate. It wasn't there when she opened the door though, nobody was. Though the person that had delivered such an odd knocking had slipped into the room, with flash, nearly as quick as a blinking of an eye, the thing was in. Kneeling down, watching from a corner, hoping it hadn't been seen. It prefered the whole 'door' knocking thing could be played off 'meddling kids'
>> @Gloria <<: Gloria seemed to freeze up, and then slowly look down either side of the hall. She drew back into the apartment and shut the door. The Underworld knew nothing of her connections to her sister, Midnight, a Slayer for the Dark Sect. She kept it that way. They left her alone, she left them alone. She shuddered inwardly, and moved for the phone. It was plucked off of the charger and a number was dialed. "Matt, t'sme, Gloria. I'm hoppin' in the shower now, okay?" The fridge was opened as she talked, and a glass of water was poured. She found the phone a new home on the counter, and delicate hand wrapped 'round the old-fashioned glass as she brought it to her lips for a drink.
>> Vampire <<: It stayed still, for the passing moments, like the calm before the storm it was deathly silent. Watching the woman, perhaps just as a spy, or perhaps waiting for it's moment to attack, capture, or torture. The question was, to wait until the Matt arrived, and let the nerves settle, or strike now, when the time seemed filled with tension. It choose to wait, at least for awhile, let her drink from the glass, and believe that everything was all right. IT didn't have to do anything stupid, especially when the phone was in her reach.
>> @Gloria <<: Gloria sighed and rolled her head back, cracking her neck. "God.. It's going to be a long day.. " She walked to the fish tank, glass in her hand, and peered into the domain. "'lo Fishy.. hungry..?" she crooned. She set the water down and sprinkled in some fish food, then sipped from the glass and watched the fish swim around. This..is truly the epitome of a procrastinator. She's watching a fish swim instead of taking a shower. She sighed again and moved for the hall. "Showah time!" she chirped.
>> Vampire <<: It was disgusted, for a moment, at her pet.. How she talked to it, as if it had feelings. Nothing but some wretched sea animal encaged in a tank, imprisoned... It decided to move again, with that same fleeting quickness to one of the back rooms, as far away from the door as possible in an apartment. Perhaps she'd feel it's form dash by, but there would have been no other signs, nothing. It was too quick to be seen, to swift to be heard, only thing that wasn't at it's 'advantage' was it solid form.
[08:52]>> @Gloria <<: She walked down the hall, into her darkened bedroom. She felt a light breeze, though the air conditioner had kicked on right about then so she didn't assume much. She set the glass of water down on her dresser and flopped down on her bed for a moment, basking in the cool sheets before venturing into the shower. Dark green eyes, quite unique, actually, slowly closed, and she let out a relaxed sigh.
[08:58]>> Vampire <<: It stayed still for sometime, eye darting around the room, getting used to the darkness it so loved. Such a wonderful little place she had, just fit for his likings. Dark, cool... everything but the fish was perfect, absolutely perfect. As soon as he heard the water start, that was where he'd head. The fish tank, such creatures deserved not the treatment of humans. Skimming it out with a little net usually used to clean the surface of the water and gripping it tightly in one hand, and squeezing, as if using it's moist body to relieve some of that natural anger. With her in the shower, it had freedom over the whole house, except that one room. Tossing the flattened body of the fish onto the floor right outside the bathroom, it decided to 'interrupt', and knock on that door, before resuming hiding. What a wonderful site coming out of the bathroom to see your pet flattened to death would have been...
[08:59] <Gloria> «¤» YOU KILLED MY FISH, YOU FUCKER! «¤»
[08:59]>> Vampire <<: ª<< :D >>ª
>> @Gloria <<: She canted her head, not having yet stepped in the shower. She frowned now, looking displeased as ever. Thin silk robe was slipped on over her undergarments and the door was pushed open with a forced shove. She glanced around, and then down at the carpet, where the angelfish lay. "....What the fuck...?" she said aloud. She was silent for a moment, and then her head snapped up, eyes wide with terror. Her heart began to race, as she realized that she was not alone. She stood frozen in the doorway, unsure of whether to lock herself in or to make a break for the front door.. Gloria was fit, very, and could hold her own.. But not against one of Them. Never against one of Them.
My other staff-member/RP partner killed my goddamned fish. NOW do you see why Danielle has a thing about fish, Darren? That's a trope of mine that's carried me through the ages with almost every character I've had. They have a fish. The fish dies.