A Moon Blessed Night (open)

[Vincent]

A quiet winter night settled as General Winter tightened his icy grasp on the land. Anyone who wasn't anyone would be tucked in a warm bed, or sitting by the fireside, doors barricaded. For people instinctively came to fear the nights, and the creatures who went bump in them.

Vincent Valtieri, last of the Spartans, the rightful king to a throne long since lost to time however, was not one of those people. He was the one who kept the terrible creatures at bay, and even this night, deep in the heart of Mother Russia, he was hard at work...by being on vacation.

The tall, handsome, dark haired man shotgunned his drink before hitting the dance floor, letting the stress of eons flow out of him. He was garbed in his customary leathers, and fit right in. Leather straps around his chest, shoulders, uppers arms and stomach were left bare, showing an olive toned skin, and sinous muscles rippling gracefully with each movement. He wore his vambraces, covering palms to elbows, and leather pants with knee hight boots. Crimson eyed and hair of midnight, he struck an impressive figure of over six feet.

His face was lit by a radiant smile as he danced and laughed, finally enjoying himself for the first time in a long time, and it felt good. The flashing lights and thumping music he felt in his bones soothed him and carried his troubles far away, and for at least one night, he was free to forget in one of the most exclusive clubs around, where only the elite were permitted entrance.

[Scarlette Masen]

THERE'S ROOM INSIDE FOR TWO I'M NOT BREATHING FOR YOU
( i long to be like you lie cold in the ground like you i'm calling )

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Ah, winter. One of the best times of the year. Angelique simply adored winter nights in Russia. She had recently come back to her home in Moscow after visiting France. The urge to want to go back to the place where her family had died was stronger than anything else, but she had to move forward. She had to do something different.

That was why she was now walking down one of the streets in the blessed city. She had a black fur coat wrapped tightly around her body, keeping all of the Were-Lynxes warmth inside of her. Though her physical age made her look sixteen, she was way older. But still, she was determined.

Stopping outside of the club, she took a deep breath and proceeded to the front of the line. She hear people here and there complain but one stern look from her shut them up. Turning back to the man handling the door, she smiled and handed him one of her many I.D.’s along with twenty rubles. The man stuck the money into his pocket and examined the I.D. He blinked in astonishment. ’Oh, miss Wolffe. I am sorry. I didn’t recognize you. You look a lot younger than I expected from such an author,” the man said before allowing her entrance.

Angelique sauntered past him and felt a rush of cool air. It wasn’t hot but it wasn’t cold, either. It was just perfect. The Were removed her coat and gloves, sticking the gloves in the coat pocket and the coat in the coat room. She then proceeded to go towards one a table, watching the dance floor with intent. It wasn’t too crowded, but it was crowded enough to make her uncomfortable. Maybe she could wait for just a few moments and get a feel for the place first.

After a little way and a bit of daydreaming, Angelique got up and started to move with the music. The crowd she could ignore. As she danced, she lost focus and soon bumped into somebody on the dance floor. The pungent scent of vampire radiated off of him but she didn’t notice it at first. Turning towards him, she gave him a sheepish look. ”I am so sorry. That was an accident. I-I didn’t mean to bump into you,” she mewled.

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STATUS complete || WORD COUNT 386 || COSTARRING vincent || WARDROBE Clickety Click || OOC NOTES hello, hope this is a good post || CREDITS lyrics by evanescence graphics/template by anastasia

[Vincent]

Lost amid the music, the pulsing beat and dancing crowd, he didn't realize that something else was there until it literally tried to run him over. He couldn't place the scent that invaded his nose however, and curiousity, then caution, overruled all else.

His eyes take in the woman before him, knowing that her mere appearance would lead him astray. She seemed young, but to gain entrance, she'd need to be older, and being a lycan, it was almost impossible to tell her real age. His caution warned him that she could be a member of the ruling families in the area, taking exception the someone of his...illustrious reputation. In Europe, he knew the lay of the land, and thus held no fear of the families, but it had been many centuries since he'd been to Russia, and much had changed.

"No worries here, no harm no foul." he responds to her words with a brilliant smile that most people found infectious. He raises her hand to his lips while his eyes sparkled mischievously, placing a light kiss on the back of her hand. "Care to make it up to me and share a drink? I'm sure we have something to discuss." he says, unsure if she was a representitive or not. Best not to chance offending her just in case. Besides, he preffered making friends rather than enemies.

[Scarlette Masen]

THERE'S ROOM INSIDE FOR TWO I'M NOT BREATHING FOR YOU
( i long to be like you lie cold in the ground like you i'm calling )

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Angelique saw his smile before she realized that it was a vampire she was talking to. Disgust tore through her yet she also felt a bit at ease. He wasn't dangerous, at least he didn't seem dangerous. Not yet anyway. She'd give him a bit of a chance.

At least that was how she thought of it until he showed what to most was a sign of chivalry. To her, it brought disgust and hate. He had kissed her hand. Yeah, it was a sweet gesture, but it was a bit uncalled for. This wasn't the era of knights and queens, no one 'kissed hands' as a way of introduction anymore. How dare he?!

Then he said something about drinks. Well, why not.

"I will have drinks with you, I guess, Monsieur. But answer me this. What kind of business could I possibly have with a vampire?" She growled.

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STATUS complete || WORD COUNT Enough || COSTARRING vincent || WARDROBE Clickety Click || OOC NOTES sorry it took so long... very sorry... i've been undoubtedly busy and a bit museless... v-v sorry... also, sorry for the shortness...|| CREDITS lyrics by evanescence graphics/template by anastasia

[Vincent]

He blinks in surprise. "You mean you're not with a ruling family? Oh thank the gods!" he exudes, relief evident. He grins brilliantly at her, it no longer diminished by caution. "No business at all I would guess then, but don't let that stop you!" he says with a laugh, politely leading her towards the bar area.

"I'm Vincent, by the way. I usually stay around Europe where I'm known, but wanted a change of pace. I thought you might be a member or representative of which ever family ruled this area and didn't wish to offend you, I'm terribly sorry." he adds, his words sincere. He smiles at her again, delighted at the turn of events, and many who know him would be confused indeed! King of the Spartans apologizing to a younger woman? And a lycan at that! It was common accepted fact that the two species didn't get along, but Vincent believed in judging by people, not race. "Vodka for me, and whatever she wants. And don't be stingy!" he says to the bartender with a smile before turning back to the woman.

"So what brings you out tonight? Looking to relax? Or looking for someone?" he asks curiously, not disturbed at all by her obvious and irrational hatred of him.

[Scarlette Masen]

THERE'S ROOM INSIDE FOR TWO I'M NOT BREATHING FOR YOU
( i long to be like you lie cold in the ground like you i'm calling )

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"Ruling family? Absolutely not. Why would a lynx be apart of a ruling family?" She asked in a rather rude fashion. Maybe she was being a bit too rude. He hadn't done anything to deserve this behavior from her... but still... this was a vampire. All vamps were bad news. Vamps and Were's murdered her family.

Angel blinked at him, a bit caught off guard. Maybe he wasn't that bad at all. She decided that she might as well give him a chance, so she followed him to the bar area. "I'm..." she wondered what name to tell him... then decided to simply tell him her real name. "I'm Angelique Roche." She paused. "Do not worry, Monsieur, you did not offend me. It is fine." She tried to sound as kind as possible.

She realized that he was going to pay for whatever it was that she wanted. Blinking, she thought of what to order. Finally, she spoke. "A strawberry daiquiri for now, please." she cooed.

He asked her a question and she smiled. "I am out just to relax. I will not be in Moscow for much longer and I needed sometime to clear my head," she told him. "And what about you? Out of all the places you could have gone, why here? Just relaxing, as well?"

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STATUS complete || WORD COUNT Enough || COSTARRING vincent || WARDROBE Clickety Click || OOC NOTES n/a|| CREDITS lyrics by evanescence graphics/template by anastasia

[Vincent]

He smiles guiltily. "More like running away. I've lived a long life, a lot of it fighting, and I've grown a bit tired of it. I was recently leading an army in war against a group that wanted to kill or enslave all lycans and humans, determined that Pureblooded vampires were the superior and dominant race. I disagreed, needless to say. Those who thought like me fought for the freedoms we believed in, determined to judge people on their own actions, rather than those of their species. Or rather our overall experience with the species." he says, before taking a drink, sighing heavily and shaking his head.

"I hate fighting. It's so stupid and pointless, and all it does is cause other people pain. But sometimes, we have to stand and fight for what we believe in. A lot of my friends were hurt, but ultimately we won out. After that, I was thrown into another fight against family I'd thought dead for over two thousand years. Now, I just want to run and hide, if only for a little while." he says, his voice a little sad.

"Over two and a half thousand years, nothing has changed except the names you know. People carry on today just as they did back then, killing to advance their cause and justify their beliefs." he mutters, before drifting off. After another moment, he blinks and chuckles helplessly. "I'm sorry, I'm sure you don't want to listen to me ranting! It's senility setting in I'm afraid." he says with a laugh.