Viva Vamp Vegas! - an AU Buffyverse RP

Who: Gwen, Gypsie and Joey
Where: The Clark County Library Parking Lot, then the hospital
When: Wednesday, August 18th

There were very few things that could distract Joey as spectacularly as books could, which was why it would come as no surprise to those that knew her that she was at the library until closing time (which was remarkably 9PM). She blushed faintly when one of the staff told her it was time to leave and quickly called her dad. He was understandably furious with her and told her to get home as fast as she could. She knew why he was irritated, just as she knew what kind of people were out there. She could hear them. Sense them.

Unfortunately, there was one little drawback to her ability that she wasn't aware of until she was half-way to her car. She couldn't hear the dead. They had no electrical impulses in their brains, which meant that they surrounded her before she had a chance to react. These were young vampires. Hungry vampires. They didn't yet know the pleasure of playing with their food.

"C-c-can't we all just get along?" She joked weakly, trying to look for an escape. Three against one weren't very good odds for a human. Knowing that she couldn't fight them, she did the next best thing. She screamed, loudly, before one of them grabbed her from behind and covered a hand over her mouth. He then did one thing she had always dreaded – he sunk his fangs into her neck.

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Who: Blake and Gwen
Where: Georgina Bale’s House – Blake's new bedroom
When: Sunday, August 15th

( Who knew? )

Who: Blake and Gwen
Where: Random Vegas Street
When: Friday, August 13th

( Blake stopped in her tracks before looking back at Gwen, as if to say 'final warning, bitch'. )

Who: Gypsie and Gwen
Where: Streets of Vegas
When: Sunday Night - August 1

It was another night out on the streets of the City of Sin patrolling and Gypsie, decked out in her usual night time attire of a black hoodie and pair of black denim, was starting to become bored with all things Slayer as the night was moving along slowly for the teen. Thus far she hadn't found anything with an unbeating heart trying to feast on an innocent she could dust. There was one spark of light though, Gypsie hadn't had another run in with Cliff. He seemed to know a bit more about her kind then the everyday person, but Gypsie had gone stubborn in not wanting to learn just how much it was he knew about Slayers and the supernatural.

"Oh my god... Please! Don't h-hurt me!" Came a terrified (if slightly... silly-sounding?) voice from a nearby alley. Oh for gods sake... Gwen was playing possum, luring a vamp to his imminent demise. She was dressed like she'd be some "woman of the night", in a black miniskirt, fishnets, black boots, and a barely-there silver tube-top. Yeah... She was certainly dressed to be bait.

( It's not always sunshine and roses )