Friday, November 5, 2004

Dracula's daughter continued...
Seline walked in to the Dracula’s Daughter, feeling the beat of the music pulse through her very being. The loudness and obnoxiousness of the rhythm pierced her mind together perfectly.
Stepping inside all the way, he legs encased in a pair of slender sued boot, matching the midnight sky, walked into the crowd dancing. Her skin was a healthy tan, odd for a vampire.
Her eyes were a pair of garnet hazed orbs, with hair to match, which flowed straight to the small of her back.
Her body was in-prisoned in a pair of black boot cut pants, and a suede halter, that was a deep chocolate.
She began to dance in sensual movements. Her hair flying freely in the crowd, and her eyes dazzling in the lights of the deep club.
Dracula’s Daughter was the womb of were people thrived in an alluring atmosphere, and low-talking. Seline scanned through the crowds, and smiled.
Plenty of food for her to pick from, but who to choose?
Suddenly someone run straight into her, she looked into his eyes and saw that it was Jason, then he ran off out of the club.
Seline turned right back around, then smirked, muttering something to herself, close to “Ever clumsy Jason…”
Yet, she first sat down at the bar, not interested in him for the moment she ordered a vodkan drink on the rocks, and looked around. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a small drag out of it, and blowing it into the already stuffy air.
She began to slowly sip her drink giving thought to what Jason wanted.
Seline finished her drink, and went back to the dance floor. She looked over her options of what Jason worried about, and could only think of one reason that he would want to run from her.
Jason was a patient vampire, he’d probably be waiting outside all night.
Seline thought that it would take a rather long time to try either patience’s, but she wasn’t about to waste her night in just one bar. Stepping outside slowly, she scanned the streets, then noticed Jason, it was now or never.
Seline used her mind to move her quickly, much more quickly than she could have ran, and before he knew it, Jason was there in front of her.
She looked down at the gun precariously but slid one finger down its barrel. She gave a devilish smile, and then leaned against the wall, farther from him.
“So, you’re expecting to kill me with that?”
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