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Claudia (wants_more) wrote in labyrinth_rpg, @ 2009-04-21 02:56:00

Hypnotized, mesmerized by what my eyes have seen
WHO: Claudia and Bella (and later Carlisle)
WHAT: Hunting
WHEN: Evening of Day Seven
WHERE: Amusement Park
RATING: I'm going to say R outright here.
STATUS: Incomplete

The little vampiress was out. She'd been so lost when she had first come, that after Faith left, she'd mostly hid in her room, quietly withdrawn in grief. Faith's reassurance that she would come had been comforting, but only so much. Loneliness was still loneliness, and sadness still sadness, and hope could perhaps bend them to seem less heavy on her heart, but never extinguish them completely. However, Claudia was first and foremost, and always had been, for all of the sixty-five years that she could remember, a vampire. She needed blood like nothing else, and the lights and music and warm laughter of mortals outside her window were too inviting to be dismissed. Tonight, she would hunt, and perhaps, it would brighten her mood.

Her step on the streets of the city was light, and she could not help but smile widely at the beautiful colours. These machines were strange to her, but the spirit was similar enough to the Carnival of her time (especially with the masque having happened so soon beforehand), that she simply found them rich and wonderful. Of course, part of it was an act. As she walked, she was a beautiful, wide-eyed child, full of the innocence and lost wonder of youth. She decided that if the Sparkly King wished her to have fun, she would. Tonight, not only would she hunt, but she would play. There were many prizes and gifts that she would have, before the night was over. Oh yes. If this was indeed an amusement park, she would be amused.

Her cape pillowed lightly in the crisp night air as she took in the sights, keeping her eye open for anyone that seemed interesting and vulnerable enough. When she did find someone, her features turned to soft concern, a pout threatening to form on her lips as she tugged gently on their clothes. "Excuse me," she said softly, the pale child looking up from long, doll eyelashes. "Why did the city change?" Oh yes. Sister Death was at work once again.