Chasing a ghost...(Private, Crimson, Mature..)

~~Crimson~~

A Sensual One Who Knows The Flesh ~~~ And Knows The Blood.

Angelique hissed at him for his slut comment. She hated name calling, it was low
and desperate for those who did it. "If your name is not my business then why is
killing me yours?" She hated humans they were nothing but food and toys to her.
She hated their smell and their stubborness. Their lives were too short to worry
about being stubborn or arrogant, when there was a deadlier force in their world.
They were annoying and those here were treated well despite that fact. She made
sure they lived with some comforts like a bed, food and clothes. Other than that
they had nothing and stayed locked up.

Angelique looked over his possessions and sneered. They were pathetic to her,
weapons of power came from within not from forged metals. She traced her long
delicate fingers over some of the items and then moved to his trench coat. She
picked it up and smiled. "This is nice.... I think I will keep it." She walked slowly
to the door, her hips swaying slightly, and opened it, handing the coat to the guard
to give to one of the servants that worked in her home. She turned back to him
and looked at him, cruelty and rage in her eyes from his determination, comments
and trying to kill her.

Angelique opened her mouth as if to speak and then decided against it. How could
she get this man to talk. She had to know if there was others that knew about her
and her clan. Protecting them was her first priority, to make sure that she kept their
loyalty. Loyalty and honesty were the virtues that she loved best about her clansmen.
She could send her torturer down here but then he might not talk either. She was
going to try persuasion first then torture.

Angelique moved closer to him but not within his reach. She wondered what she was
thinking but knew she could nto find out. She studied him closely, knowing he had to
be tired from that chase. "I was running from you but you are the one locked up. So I
think you are the incompetent one." She had decided to play his game and see if he
would let something slip. She could only hope for her clan's sake.

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You Laugh, I Laugh
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Watching as she came in the room he watched her laugh abit before he shook his head and looked back at her with his Hazel eyes with not one ounce of scare in them. Listening to her talk he smirked abit, " That what I trained to do..." he said keeping it short. He was in no mood to talk to her, more than that , no mood to be in the same room as her. "My name is none of your business.." he said in a snotty tone. He wasn't scared of her, he was ready to die if that was the case. But one thing he was going to make sure of was that he wasn't going to be used for lunch, dinner, whatever time they feed.

Looking at her, she was cute, and beautiful for that matter but it was something he pushed from his head as he looked away from her. He would never aloud himself to have feelings for a vampire and he was going to make sure of it. He hated their kind with a passion and wasn't happy to be caught by them.

He stood waiting for her to come near him, knowing vampires have tempers he was going to try and use it to his advantage. Looking at her he smirked at her, " Kinda sad, All big talk now but earlier you were running from me.." he said just trying to tempt her. " You know it's really sad...That i would get knocked out by a little slut..." he said knowing it was going to frustrate her a little or put her over the top.

He waited for her reaction but he was tired by any means, drenched from the rain now in a chilled cellar, he was on his last legs but wasn't going to show it to her. Looking back at at her he kept trying to tempt her to try and hit him, to beat the crap out of him, to lose her cool so he could get away. Waiting for her to get close so he could make his move. His move to escape.

~~Crimson~~

A Sensual One Who Knows The Flesh ~~~ And Knows The Blood.

Angelique Choiseul was a vampire and not just any vampire but the head of the Choiseul
Clan, a well respected clan in Europe. The distinguished clan had been around for a couple
thousand years and their power had never diminished, only grown. Angelique was also
known as the Succubus Of The Flesh. She loved to feed on fresh, warm blood and would
have no substitute. She was cruel, strict and had her way in all things that concerned her.

Angelique ran through the town, easily outrunning the man that chased her. She hated being
chased by those that still believed. As a rule in her clan if a vampire feeds on a human they
are to be killed not changed or left to live. She ran down an alley and paused to give the man
false hope before jumping to the roofs and running off. When he got close she turned and hit
him square in the face, knocking him out. As he fell she grabbed his coat and picked him up
with ease.

Angelique took the unconscious man to her manor and down to the basement. She had
dungeons down there. She had others there that she fed on from time to time when she was
in desperate need of blood. She threw the man to her guards and they proceeded to tie him
up and take away his belongings. When she was satisfied with how he was locked up, she
walked out of the dungeons. In her room she went to the bathroom and showered the sweat
off her body and dressed quickly, knowing that the man was do to wake up soon.

Angelique walked down the stairs and motioned the guards to move away from his door.
They did so without hesitation, knowing that she could handle herself. She opened the door
and walked in, seeing that he was awake. She laughed a little and moved to the table where
his belongings were and leaned against it. She looked him over pleased with what she saw.
He definately was trying to be good enough to catch her but he was not good enough. She
stared at him before speaking in a low tone, "I am suprised that you could keep up with me
out there. A respectable act for a mere human. What is your name?"

OOC: Alrighty then *in mock imitation of The Mask*

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You Laugh, I Laugh
You Jump Off A Cliff,
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Running down the empty streets, he was in pursuit of something no one believed. A vampire. Making it down the streets he was breathing heavy with every step he took as the rain smacked his face and damped his clothes. He had been chasing the female vampire for 3 years now, he never let up. Being human had some Pro's and Con's but that wasn't slowing him down at all. Seeing her turn down an alley, she was fast and he was slowing down, he had sprinted after this vampire for at least 3 miles. Highly impossible but he had trained and worked out for this day, the day he was going to catch her, or so he thought. Turning down the alley he was wearing a black trench-coat that flowed with his body. Stopping at the end of the alley he saw her looking around for a way to escape though that was highly impossible for it was a dead in.

Walking down the alley he spoke with a strong tone, " Your caught...Might as well give up and come quietly.." he said getting closer to her. He had dreamed of this moment, being able to catch a vampire. Stopping in front of her he heard a hiss from her lips. Smirking it didn't scare him, He had been in the middle of the battle of Vampires and Werewolves. Walking closer he watched as she jumped up the side of the building and to the roof, " Shit!" he said running up the wall and grabbing the stair case that was bolted to the side of the building running up and to the roof. Looking around he saw her in the distance, a black figure running through the night.

Taking off after her he continued to sprint he was getting a little frustrated but it wasn't to bad. Seeing her jump to another building he followed after not even thinking twice about it, he jumped towards the building and landed in a roll as he jumped backup and after her once more. Now caught back up to her he was right back on her heels. Reaching out he grabbed her collar slinging her back when he did he wasn't expecting her to turn and hit him in the head with great force.

Opening his eyes he didn't feel the rain dropping on him again, he was inside but where? Lifting his head abit he had a huge headache. Looking around his dark green tinted hair dripped water around him. Looking down at himself he saw he no longer had his trench-coat and no weapons on him. Seeing them on the table he looked around once more seeing no one in the room started over to them before realizing his arms were tied back. "Shit..." he said to himself looking around trying to think of something, or anything for that matter. Bowing his head abit he heard the door across the room open. Looking to the door he saw a dark figure enter the room.

(( Couldn't find the picture but yea we can start transferring it here.