Who: Selene (open) Where: A dirty ally in a seedy part of LA Why: The moon is full but she didn't find Lycan When: Late night early am-ish Status: In Progress Rating: PG-13 - Violence
The stars were burning brightly this cool January night. In the sky a swollen moon cast an ethereal glow over the city. This night would mark the rise of the fullest brightest moon this year would see. The threat of trouble made the air crackle with electricity that made the thin fabric of air almost tangible.
Defiance and rebellion were in her blood. Creed may seek her head for a trophy but she did not fear. Her heart was a mighty fist. Her eyes hollow, devoid of concern. A careful balance of the woman that was and the woman that is. The only chance of survival was to fight. Just as she has done for six hundred years, Selene would not remain quietly hidden in the shadows.
Selene was hypocrisy in beautiful motion. She was one of them. Yet she hated what they were. They did not deserve the gift given to them. Weakness ruled them. All of them.
Proof of that point stood before her now. Painted in latex and bound in leather Selene stopped walking at the first whispered cat call. When they realized her attention had been caught they grew bold with their words. Was it the beat of her heart that tricked them into a false sense of security? Or the breath she took with every step? Perhaps the light of her eyes, eyes that were still filled with life, that fooled them?
One accessory was missing from her lustrous uniform; guns. Not one armament dangled from her shapely silhouette. The street light reflected on the gleaming patch of skin cutting a path through the center of the dark suit in a deep V, stopping in the center of her gently rounded chest. Down her back the long waves of black had been carefully pulled into a serpent like braid.
”Whadda ya think Jimmy?”
“Think she looks sweet. Bet she tastes sweet too.”
Lips were licked and teeth snapped, yellow glowing eyes stared. Yet the terrifying herd of teen aged vampires did not get the reaction they sought. Brows were pinched in a stare of confusion as she smiled. It was a big beautiful smile that carried her to them. Or, had they been brought to her. Fingers that were far warmer then the walking dead she held in her hands wrapped around his throat. With far more strength then a woman of her stature should have Selene gave a hard squeeze.
“Death. Jimmy. I taste of death and every thing you can never be.” One single hand easily snapped his neck. Blood drained over her fingers for no longer then one pulse of her beating heart, then his body burst into ash. The bones that were beginning to crumble fell away with a clatter. Easy clean up, she did like that. Getting rid of a fully transformed Lycan body was a cumbersome chore. “Now that it is just us girls….” She smirked at the group of boys that now stood four strong. Methodically she dusted her hands together to remove the soot. What was that quivering behind the garbage can? A snack they had missed? “…Whatever shall we do?”