I'm Lost...Again {Open}

[†The Blood Countess†]

"Stupid fog." Ginny muttered aloud whilst hugging her leather coat against her body. The night started off so harmless and calm...then this blasted fog rolled in. Unfortunately, she wandered too far from the inn and is now lost. Her cell phone had absolutely no service and in her mind it would be a bad idea to call out into the fog. Bad things happen in films but the female knew it couldn't possibly be related to reality! Could it? Not wanting to take her chances she continued onward in hopes of bumping into someone who could lend a helping hand.

Now I'm sure anyone would question an American as to why she was in Europe. Well, she joined a study abroad program and was taking English classes in London. For the weekend, she decided to go for a little trip to the moors...and ended up in this situation. Honestly, how on earth do these things happen and why did she have to be so damned careless? Maps won't do any good...she didn't have one on her anyways.

Groaning in frustration, she paused and flipped open her cellphone. Oh thank God! She had four bars! Instantly she dialed the inn...and got the answering machine. Great. Just great. It was then she heard someone out in the fog.

Instantly, she reached into her pocket and grabbed a weapon she carried around at all times. It was a ring armor with a sharp, lethal blade protruding out from where the knuckle is. One strike could kill someone...human that is.

Rather than calling out, she crouched down, waiting, trying to slow her breathing so as not to alert the person out there of her presence.

[devildriver]

Straker was in many terms out of his right mind right now. Others from the more illustrious, more colorful scene of hip hop would say "Man you are lit" and let him be on his way. His eyes were a slight blood shot color right now and smelled like an illegal substance as he walked though the fog which was the color of rainbows as of right now. The drug he had bought was laced with something more than likely shrooms and he really did not care for the effect on him right now it made him feel funny...

Well...funnier than normal at least and that he did not like. He was just used to his normal High, not that super duper weird things popping into your head kind of high that most are used to. It was a peculiar way of thinking to some, that he could make a life out of nothing like this but hey who could blame him truly. He just kept on his current path and made his way through the dense fog that reminded him of the gay ass play "Joseph and the Technicolor Rain Coat" based off some Sunday story about a kid and some slaves, or at least that's what he could remember.

He kind of called out to a vision of himself sitting on a unicorn and saying "You are the one" and then calling back to the vision "This is some good shit!" and continuing to walk in a semi straight line through the dark foggy like substance which had overtaken him. He happens to stumble upon a crouchy figure person in the fog and looks down at them. Crouching down behind her ever so sneaky like and staying there for a minute he tries not to start giggling. "Whatcha waiting for" he asks quietly.

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[†The Blood Countess†]

This is some good shit! A male called out in the fog. What on earth was that? Had Ginny been in some cheesy anime a sweat drop would have appeared at the side of her head. Fortunately this was reality and she wouldn't have to deal with people saying "~desu" after every sentence. Had that been the case she would have left nothing but a bloody smear in her wake...or so she claimed. Then the person started approaching. A determined expression appeared on her face as she prepared to strike. Instead, the male got behind her and asked what she was waiting for....great.

Eyes narrowed, she looked over her shoulder at the obviously high fellow, "I'm waiting for the Hound of The Baskervilles but it seems you aren't it. Be about your business." Her tone was dripping with sarcasm, anyone in the right state of mind could see that. The female shoved him back before standing up. Ginny had heard stories about people doing crazy things when off their rocker and felt it best to keep her distance.

Off she went into the fog only to trip over a rock. The human lost her footing and ended up on her rear, getting the wind knocked out of her. Panic was starting to set in but she recalled something. You have to exhale first before you can inhale. The last of her breath left her lungs followed by a few gasps. Cursed rock. Cursed ground. Cursed gravity!

[devildriver]

He could not help but laugh a little as an added side effect from the toxin he had been intaking as of late. He had been looking at the girl as she had fallen over and took in the moment as his super high had begun to wane off a little bit and his head started to clear up a little bit. Walking through the dense fog was not something a person should do, and more than that she was a human walking through the fog with nothing but a little finger knifey thing to protect her from whatever went bump in the night.

Following her scent down the trail of broken stones and grass to where the young Lass had fallen, Rich looked down at her and held out his hand being a kind person now again. He was not one to usually go out of his way to help a stranger, a human especially but hey, what the hell there was always a first for everything. "So Miss, its not to keen to wander around in the fog. Why are you wandering around out here anyways?" he asks smiling at her in a calm manner trying to hide his blood shot eyes and his fragrant smell of an illegal drug.

"If your looking for the road its back this way" he says pointing towards where the street lamp could be faintly seen in the dark fog of the night. "I could help you back that way if you would care for me to, if not then its fine as well." he remarks waiting for her reply or answer. He was not quite sure how she would act towards him now, or how she would reply now that he was semi-sober.

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[†The Blood Countess†]

"Shit that smarts. Ouch." Ginny groaned and rolled onto her stomach, finding it hard to take in breaths comfortably. To think that a simple rock ended up causing her to be like this! The pissed off teenager grabbed the obstacle, tossed it into a muddy hole and somehow managed to sit on her rear. No doubt she'll be feeling this in the morning along her lower back. Traveling will have to be postponed until she's able to walk. Once most of the pain had subsided, guess who should come along but that crazy male! He extended a hand to her and she accepted it. What other choice did she have?

"I was going for a stroll from the Whitepine Inn and I ended up getting lost in the fog. It settled over me all of a sudden. I hope I didn't wander too far away." Now on her feet, Ginny brushed her palms over her pants to get rid of the dust and dirt that collected during her time on the ground. "Road? Really? Are you sure? I honestly don't see how you can find that in this fog. I can probably cut through it with a knife!"

During all the years of her life Ginny NEVER ran into something like this! To make matters worse, she couldn't help but wonder if this fellow wasn't right in the head. Still, she remained polite. "Thanks for the help. What's your name?"

[devildriver]

He simply looked at her as she took his hand and smiled down. "Most do get lost quite easily in the fog. I just have really good eyes I suppose" he says looking at her and half laughing. "The Inn is a little ways back down the road that way. I can get you to the road and point ya in the right direction if ya want" he says calmly and clearly now. Most of the drugs effect had worn off and he casually looked at her now helping her to her feet.

Of course he had some things in London he had to take care of still and needed to get back to them as soon as he could. But part of his nature took over for a bit and he could not help feel bad for her. It was interesting that some one would not just look for the closest house and walk to it but then again normal people did not have his kind of senses. "Its up to you, I mean if you need or want me to" he says looking at her.

He could hear people from the main street walking down too "This fog is too damn thick" says one obviously intoxicated American man. See this is what gave Americans bad names in other countries. All they care about is getting piss ass drunk and passing out on the street. He heard several British children walking with their mother. It was a slightly good thing that he had shown up or the young girl here would not have made it back till dawn. "So shall we?" he says smiling.

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[†The Blood Countess†]

"Looks like my twenty, twenty vision has failed me this time," Ginny muttered. Every time she was on the road with her family, her parents would ask what a sign said since their eyes weren't the strongest out there. "Really? It's only that street? Yes please I would really like some help with that. I don't want to get stuck out here for much longer since I need sleep." It was Friday right now so tomorrow she can sleep in, then she has church on Sunday. Thus far her schedule seemed to fit in perfectly.

Before she could start thinking on what time she'll get up the next day, some people began walking down the street. How odd, an American? Did he need help too? Wait...his speech was slurred...was he? Yes. He was drunk. "Idiots..." she whispered. Ginny wasn't fond of alcohol, say for wine, which she only uses for cooking. "Oh. Right. Yeah, let's go."

Both began to walk back towards the road when Ginny's cell phone went off. Was it her friend? "One second. My apologies. Hello?...Yeah I'm still awake obviously...no...no I'm in Scotland right now and not in London...yeah there is school on Monday...uuuh, I do believe that paper is due to Mrs. Schro. Yeah. Yeah on the French and Indian War. I already got mine done hence why I'm over here...yeah....yeah....try using a site other than Wikipedia, the information on there is often times wrong...yes...mhhm...okay...I'll see you on Monday. Bye." Ginny hung up the phone, "Sorry. Friend wanted to know what homework was due."

[devildriver]

Richard looked at her and made sure she was alright and able to walk on her own. It was infact the best common courtesy to do others to not drag them around the streets. "Its fine I guess. Mine is a little better than normal I suppose. I don't really know, I have not seen a doctor in a few years" he says slightly lying. He had not seen any kind of doctor in more than 100 years and mostly treated any injury on his own. Most of it was his ability to regenerate faster than other beings.

"This way Miss...?" he says and then remembers he forgot to introduce himself. "Oh and my name is Richard Straker. I am not really from these parts either and I could see why one would not want to be stuck out in the moors for too long." he says smiling casually. He tried to keep the air light, and tension free so it did not seem like he was kidnapping her. It had not even crossed his mind to do such a thing but who knows in the future he would have to try it for shits and giggles.

His eyes fell to hers and waited for a moment to see if this was some kind of hunter trap or trick as they often liked to try. But of course he could not smell any blood on her or see lies in her eyes. So this was a good thing he supposed and led her towards the street. "So why come here to the Scottish Moors? Why this area at all?" he asks wondering why a human would be interested in such things as these.

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[†The Blood Countess†]

"Oh. Sorry. I'm called Virginia but everyone else just calls me Ginny. Easier to say and it's also because of this," she pulled a lock of her red hair with her forefinger and thumb before letting it fall against her head, "I blame J.K. Rowling for inspiring other people to label that as my nickname. But eh. I like it." The human shrugged her shoulders and continued walking towards the road. Thank goodness she ran into Straker otherwise Ginny would have been wandering all night! And she wasn't the type to cry out for help while in a fog! Who knows what could happen when you cannot see.

"Oh...well I'm here for a study abroad program through the college I go to. I'm currently stationed at London but I came out here for the weekend. I got my homework done early so I figured, 'Why not?' A part of me is here anyways. So I felt drawn to this place." It's true. Ginny was part Scott and couldn't deny the urge to visit! Who wouldn't want to see the foggy moors, experience the chilly weather and have some good ole' bangers and mash?

Well...the bangers she could live without.

[devildriver]

He had honestly never read the "Harold Potter" books or however they were known. He did not take fancy in reading fictional books about such fantasies as witches and justify using black magic to create order in the world. It to him, was senseless garbage. More youths now a days needed to partake in the old literature of such artists as Herman Melville, and Edgar Allen Poe. These were true masters of their art and proved it time and time again when needed. He laughed at the thought of some one like J.K. Rowling ever meeting such a artist as Edgar Allen Poe.

"I myself find that she is not worth the effort of reading now a days. I prefer the much older of the novels and the rather old way of writing as it were. They have a way to convey an image of a flower using the most utmost colorful words so that it makes a reader feel as if they are holding a rose." He explains after the remark about her hair not really getting the joke. Upon hearing she was a student it brought fond memories back to him as well.

"I was a student, a long while back" he says recalling his days in Princeton for the two short years during the 50's when he took classes on world history as he had been out of the loop for a while. "It was an interesting thing but I had made a few enemies in higher places so to speak and had to leave my scholarly life behind" he says trying to keep his past from catching up with him now in this time.

As far as her being Scottish, it did not surprise him in the least. You see America was made up of all kinds of nationalities and were virtually the mutts of the modern world. "I have known quite a few of the people from the moors in my life" he speaks saying only the truth. He looks too her walking down the main street and arriving at the hotel looking at her. "I believe this is your stop Miss?" he asks smiling casually.

[†The Blood Countess†]

Ginny nodded towards Straker, "Yeah sometimes the older stuff is better than the newer things. From Sherlock Holmes to Pride and Prejudice. I think I'll give Moby Dick and other classics a good look at sometime." she grinned and looked down at her watch. It was getting late and she had to get to sleep soon. She may get to sleep in but there were some errands she had to run in the afternoon.

"Enemies, eh? Well, you make them wherever you go I suppose. I made quite a few back in high school. This large chick hated me so much she'd probably wear white at my funeral and hand out free cupcakes." Ginny sighed snapped her head to the side, cracking the bones, loosening the tension.

Huh? They were back at the inn already? "Wow. Thank you so much, Richard. I probably would have been lost all night if you hadn't helped."

[devildriver]

Truthfully it depended on whether fate or god or whatever a person chose to believe in that decided what happened in life. Richard chose not to believe in random acts of fate or random chances that all seemed to pull together in the end and create one great cosmic mix up of jumbled parts. No, his kind as well as the undead vampires were not mere products of a evolution or a accidental collapse in the evolutionary change. Something out there willed these things to happen so he believed that the chance upon him meeting the young lady was not a coincidence either. A young human like her was foolish to wander around the moors without a guide and more foolish to do it in the fog.

"Yes Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is also one of my favorites" Richard remarks looking down slightly at her being a bit taller than her. He was a large specimen of a man generally standing just over 6 feet tall which to him was rather average but to others might be a bit imposing. Upon her noticing that they had arrived back at the hotel. "Well if you do not have a guide, it would be an honor to show you around in the later day" he says to her slightly bowing. "It is best not to wander around such parts like these without a proper guide right?" he remarks and waits for the young red haired woman's reply.