"How your face remains the same;
With glossy eyes widened in terror.
The mourning souls leave as they came;
Your expression ever-fairer..."

Granite walls around them, worn by time and acid rain, cast sharp shadows through the wooden planks that blocked every exit to the condemed park. The sun was setting fast as the skies became tainted with hues of red and orange. Perfect. The two in the center of the park; two youths entwined in shadow. Upon further views, the man was crouched over his 'beloved', grinning wickedly as he licked the rest of the blood from his fingertips and hers. Crimson eyes that glowered down upon her like rubies bore into her lifeless gaze, lifting her head forward to give her a lengthy kiss before standing with his beautiful victim. He pretended to dance with her in his arms, her arms loosely draped over his and her upper body hanging backwards like a rag doll. Finally, he lay her down on the concrete ground, his black bangs shadowing his eyes, and he continued his twisted little song.

His hair was long and black, layered slightly to frame his pale face and high cheekbones, and his gaze was as lifeless as hers, gray and cold. He pointedly enjoyed his tall hight and he wore black pants and a shirt that clung to his body. A pair of blue tinted glasses rested between street lights and his eyes, and his jacket, leather, hung losely, the triangle collar folded back and the tips brushing his calves.

With one last kiss goodbye, he left his beauty on the floor and tore apart the loose plank and left, leaving her there to rot in her empty sanctuary of nothing but death and the echoing laughter of what seemed to be pure insanity he had left behind. He stuffed his hands in his pocket and walked the length of the block, turning the corrner. He cared not for the corpse, she'd only loved because of the lure, he hadn't loved at all.

"That is the first time in all my years I've ever herd of some one singing to there victim....." said a deep female voice, "How dose the rest of the song go?" The voice said from behind the other vampire. "A littel guitar and drums, and you could have your first single.." The voice said in a mocking tone.

If he were not in that care-free mood, He would have of course sensed her presance. But he was in a care-free mood and he hadn't sensed her presance. And so at the sound of her voice he stopped, mid-step, and turned slowly on his heels. When he'd turned 180 degrees to face her, he peered through the glasses, eyes strayed up and down, taking in the sight.

"How dose the rest of the song go?"

He shook his head. "I can not say." A slow smile crept onto his lips, his fangs un-hidden, only the tips set on his lower lip. "I will only sing it to those I feed from." His head tipped down slightly so his steel gray eyes peered at her from over the blue lenses. He folded his hands behinde his back and circled her slowly. "What may I call you, mistress of the night?"

"Aourora, and so sorry, but your about a few houndred years to late..." She said with a smerk. "Are you possotive about that song?" She said in a childish voice that so maney men had fallen victim to.

a few houndred years to late

He nodded. "A few hundred years too late." He agreed, then the hard mix of black and blue eyes scanned her over again, completeing the circle he'd walked around her and stopping in front of her, crossing his arms over his strong chest. "I would have never been able to tell." Mock tone. True, she did not look hundreds, but still, he could tell.

He shook his head again. "I am sure about the song, Aourora." His voice was silky smooth, a tenor, maybe low alto, but certinally not a bass. He did love to sing. But he would not. "You've already been fed from. I only sing to those I feed on." He repeated himself.

"Ow, but you have such a nice voice.... Be a shame for no one to live or so to speak to tell" She said with a smile that must have been used hundreds of times. "Now come on, I'll be your best friend.." She said with a smerk that sgowed a fang.

He smirked halfway, one corrner of his lips rising further then the other, one fang showing fully. It had dulled over so many centries of use. Ah well! It's what time will do to you. Her voice was rather seductive but his own 'vampire charm' countered that easily. He nodded his head in a semi-bow to show thanks for her compliment. His manners show an aristocaratic, 18th century sort...obviously where he must have come from.

"You will be my best friend?" He repeated in a question. The smirk was gone, eyes unvisable again behinde the blue lenses of the glasses. "I don't think you could handle me for all eternity, and quite possibly nor I could handle you."

Yes, it had taken a great many years of practice to rid himself of the 'thee's and 'thou's.

Her face sadned, as if remembering something, but the same smerk reapered agene. "You never know, just wondering, what year where you born?" She asked. "Its been such a long time now, every one is so young, and stupid" She said reganing her seductive tone, "It would be nice to know the name of such talented vampire...."

The break in her luring voice was enough indication to him that something had been on her mind. He knew people, and vampires, enough to know that little sign, even if he didn't know them personally.

"I was born in the year 1723," he suplied the answer, his fangs sliding back up beneath his upper lip when his smile fades, making two small but attractive bumps above his lip where the fangs rest. "And I am called Rage Odisity."

Her eyes smeed to come to life, "That would make you around 281 years of age.....I miss the 1700's.." She sighed, "It was fun to hide...a challenge you could say....But now, its to easy..." She regained her seductive smile, "Bet you can't geusse how old I'm am...." Her eyes where staring right in to Rages own eyes.

Rage smiled, a charming grin. "Actually, beingtruthful no I can not guess at your age but being a polit suck up," he paused there and smiled again. "I would say that it's not polit for me to ask a lady for her age." He turned and looked breifly at the sinking moon. It certinally wasn't a big deal if dawn got a hold of him, but it did cause a great deal of pain to his over sensative eyes.