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Post by Lady Evangeline on Jan 21, 2009 16:30:24 GMT -5
[Tag: Letty, Donavon] Evangeline snarled as she sprinted down the alley way, Letty had gone too far this time. Evangeline’s muscles rippled as she raced across the pavement—the speed she had acquired when she had been turned never failed to amaze her. From day one Eve loved the speed, the feel of her feet lightly touching the ground, the air caressing her skin like a lover—it was the most exhilarating thing to move this fast. Like being high. Running never failed at making her feel free, and even though she was moving faster then most cars—she always somehow felt more human in those moments. It was probably because every time she ran the memory of when she would close her eyes and run as fast as she could down one of the many hills that surrounded her village would always surface out of the dark.
Eve turned her thoughts back to the task at hand, there was no way that she was going to let Letty get away with this—Letty got away with to much as it was. Heidi spoiled her beyond all reason—giving the brat what ever she wanted. And most people avoided her like the black plague—she was becoming a tyrant. Eve counted Letty as a friend—and friends didn’t let friends behave like a spoiled brat. Letty was closest thing to a friend Eve had at volterra—closest thing to a friend she had ever had. She’d met Letty shortly after she had arrived in volterra in the sparing arena, Eve had been in her normal place—sitting against the wall watching the other vampires fight—she always watched a few matches before she participated. Every one knew that so no one made any more attempts at trying to get her to fight when she wasn’t ready. So when she'd finally stepped into the ring, Letty pounced on it like a fat kid in a candy store. By the time they’d finished sparing they were both laughing hysterically— and strangely enough friends.
Eve saw the back of Letty’s head just as she rounded the corner; a snarl ripped from Eve’s throat. Letty was not going to get away with this, Letty’s maniacal laughter bounced off the alley walls. Eve saw red she knew Letty was toying with her, and all it did was infuriate her further. Eve pushed her self harder, she had never been out ran in her 319 years—and she wasn’t about to start now.
Eve skidded to a halt as she rounded the corner, her muscles tightened defensively. Letty was standing two feet away a sinister smile etched on to her beautiful marble face. Eve snarled and stabber her finger at her “First I’m going to kick your ass and then I’m going to take back what you stole” The girl in Letty’s arms whimpered. Letty arched her eyebrow and eyed Eve. Eve glanced down at her self, she was wearing a black knee length summer dress, and black converses. Eve knew what she was thinking. “Don’t think that just because I’m dressed this way I can’t wipe the floor with you. Now give her back!” she snarled. Eve eyed Letty; Eve knew she wasn’t going to give the girl up—because she wanted her. She was behaving like a child. Eve growled and dashed over to Letty, her hand shot up to the girl in Letty’s arms and she started pulling. Letty Snarled and grabbed hold of the girls lower half—If Eve wasn’t so furious she would have found this whole situation hilarious. Here they were two vampires in the middle of Venice playing Tug-a-war with there food like two children—Eve was kind of glad no one was here to witness this. [/color]
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Post by donavon on Jan 21, 2009 17:22:15 GMT -5
Donavon loved Venice's beauty at night. The buildings were ancient and incredibly beautiful and riding his motorcycle through the streets was exhilarating. Donavon was dressed in his usual black leather jacket and jeans with a belt and a white t-shirt underneath, along with the black boots he wore when riding. He had come to Venice on his way from Spain to China. Donavon was staying as far away from the Volturi and their headquarters as much as possible, but had decided to stop in Venice to feed and refuel his motorcycle. He never wanted to repeat his experience at Volterra again.
Donavon had found plenty of homeless people to feed off of throughout the city and had just finished doing just that. He slowed his motorcycle at the site of two incredibly gorgeous women coming out of an alley with a baby held between them. Donavon could hear the girls cries as the women struggled over her body. He knew they were both vampires and that for whatever reason they felt the need to fight over this small amount of prey. There wasn't a shortage of people or anything which made him curious enough to stop.
The darker of the two women shouted something about fighting in the dress at the other and Donavon smirked. These women were feisty that was certain and Donavon loved feisty women. He shut off his bike and got off, walking towards the two angry vampires, but keeping a safe distance. He crossed his arms when he was near them. He asked the women in his thick Irish accent, "No reason ta be fightin' over a scrap o' meat like that now is there? She'll barely fill even one o' ya. Why don' one of ya jus' find a differen' human instead o' fightin' over tha' wee lass?"
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Post by Nicoletta Simondi on Jan 21, 2009 19:21:21 GMT -5
Clutching the girl in her arms, Letty smiled at Evangeline, digging her nails into the girl’s arms as she sneered at her friend. Eve was just jealous because she had gotten to the girl first. It didn’t matter that Eve had seen her first, Letty had picked her up and dashed away and as far as she was concerned, whoever held the prize, had won it.
“She’s mine, and you know it! I didn’t steal anything, and even if I did, what are you going to do about it? You couldn’t beat me if you tried, carina.” Shrieking as Eve grabbed the girl, she tightened her grip on her ankles. Noone dared take her toys, or her food, away from her, even Heidi, and she was not about to let Eve get away with it.
“Let. Her. Go!” she snarled, yanking on the girl’s legs, pulling her back towards her. It was like some twisted children’s game, and she bared her teeth in a wicked grin. There were so few people who amused her, and although Eve infuriated her at times, she was one of those few. A sound akin to a witch’s cackle slipped from her lips at the other vampire’s comment about her dress sense. Even in her trademark leather trousers and corset, Letty was still a fighter far superior to most, despite the restrictive clothing. She was about to attack when she heard footsteps nearing them. If there was one thing she hated it was to be seen at anything less than her peak, ahd the way she and Eve were behaving was hardly dignified. Turning to glare at the newcomer, she straightened her posture, dropping the girl’s legs and stalking towards him, her eyes narrowed. She could get back at Eve later. Right now, she had other things to deal with.
“What business is it of yours?” she growled, standing toe to toe with the male. He was handsome, she had to admit that, but looks weren’t enough to weaken her. Handsome men were usually weak, relying on their appearance to get them where they wanted to be. If he thought he could simply barge in when he had no right to be and expect her to concede like a scolded puppy, he was sorely mistaken. “Who are you anyway?” she added, her head tilting slightly to one side as she eyed him. The accent indicated that he was Irish, which was even worse for her. For some reason, the accent of the Emerald Isle had an odd effect on her whenever she heard it, the lilt almost soothing her ever-frayed nerves. She would just have to hope he spoke little, and left soon.
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Post by donavon on Jan 21, 2009 20:29:51 GMT -5
Donavon smirked at the feisty little lass trying to give him attitude. She looked angry but Donavon didn't care. He wasn't one to be bothered by anyone's yelling or anger. Donavon looked her right in the eyes and said, "Well for one lass, you're fightin' over her in teh middle o' the street and there's humans abou'. Yeh'd think this close to Volterra yeh'd be a little more inconspicuous. Name's Donavon McCuin, it's a pleasure ta meet yeh. Didn' mean teh offend ya', just givin' yeh a friendly warnin'. Wouldn't wan' a pretty face like yours dissapearin' for somethin' so foolish."
Donavon took off his helmet that had been covering his face, revealing his crimson eyes and the rest of his face to them. He held out his hand for her to shake with a smile, offering it to the other woman as soon as the first had shaken it. Donavon ignored the girl's screams and asked, "Why don' we take this little party back there?" He indicated an alley behind them and placed his helmet on his motorcycle before walking into the shadows.
They would have the good common sense to know he was right, at least if they were smart they would. Nobody wanted the Volturi after them unless they were insane and revealing vampires to humans over a fight over food was not something you wanted to be killed for. Donavon checked the alley and was satisfied it was empty. Now he had to wait for the two lasses to join him with their food to settle the matter. Donavon was involved now whether he liked it or not. When they joined him in the darkness, Donavon asked, "Now, may I ask yeh'r names? Wouldn' do teh not know who I was standin' in a dark alley with in the dead o' night."
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Post by Lady Evangeline on Jan 21, 2009 23:11:58 GMT -5
Eve crouched defensively with the girl in her arms, trying to block out the girls screams. she was surprised the girl was still even conscious. The way she and Letty had tugged on the girls body parts, should have knocked her out—that or killed her. she hoped this didn’t get ugly, she would have to fight with the girl in her arms—it wasn’t something she did often but something she had done. She watched Letty snarl in the tall vampire’s helmet clad face. She growled at Letty, warning the over zealous vampire that it probably wasn’t the wisest thing to do—he was out number but in the vampire world that didn’t count for beans—especially when you had vampires running around who had special abilities. She watched as he pulled off his helmet, his deep red eyes danced in the light. He was gorgeous—of course. Being a vampire usually meant you were, it just came with the territory. He was tall though not much taller than she was, he had shaggy brown hair, and the natural pale complexion that most vampires had. Eve relaxed slightly as his Irish accent flowed over her skin like warm water, she had to admit his accent would make most human girls swoon and probably a few vampires—if they could swoon. Eve rolled her eyes when the girl stomped on her foot, the girl had just watched Letty run faster than humans could possibly imagine and she thought stomping oh her foot was going to be the key to getting free. She lifted her hand, closed it and clubbed the girl, the girl crumpled in her arms. She sighed that was better, her screams were starting to grate on her nerves, and was a bit distracting—a distraction she didn’t need.
She had seen to many situations turn ugly in a matter of seconds. The tall vampire chastised them; for standing in the middle of the street fighting over a human like she was a toy. He also warned them that it was unwise to do so because they didn't that the volturi after them. Donavon asked Letty and her to join him in the alley way. Eve leaned down and picked the girl back off of the floor and darted in the alley way. She wanted to laugh and groan at the same time she wanted to groan because Letty was going to go ballistic, nobody—well maybe not nobody—but strangers didn’t scold Letty and get away with it unscathed. And laugh because he thought the volturi were going to swoop down on them and kill them for behaving badly. She giggled in the dark alley, if the volturi had seen Letty and her they would have probably laughed there heads off—They usually did when Letty and her started Bickering like sisters—then chastise them for there public display. Eve looked at Donavon’s face; she liked the way his eyes danced with secret humor, like he was enjoying his own personal joke. She didn’t however like it how it felt like that joke was at her expense. Her lipped curled before she could stop it, her anger was still boiling and it didn’t help she felt like he was laughing at her. She fought every urge in her body to fly at him and slam him into the wall—and that was something that wouldn't be good at all. She took several deep breaths, putting the lid over her anger. She shifted the blonde girl to her other arm, and stepped towards Donavan. She smiled politely up at him and stuck out her hand. “Bonjour Donavon It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Evangeline Badeau” Her thick french accent laced each word, even after 319 years she still sounded like she had never left France. Eve glanced at Letty’s snarling face, she looked kind of funny in this light Eve giggled—her whimsical laughter bounced off the alley walls. She loved her laugh, and loved laughing. she had been told several years ago that her laugh seem to have some weird ability to relax vampires—even in a heightened situation, which was hard to do. She had always considered her spirit and laughter her special gift—even though it wasn’t to most of her kind—to her it was. “And the very scary snarling monster to your right is Letty” Eve’s smile widened “just ignore her, her bark is worse than her bite” She readjusted the limp body in her arms again “she’s just mad because I caught up to her…oh and that I can kick her butt…even in a dress” [/center]
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Post by Nicoletta Simondi on Jan 25, 2009 13:00:06 GMT -5
Following the man into the alley, Letty could feel the venom that had long since replaced her blood reaching boiling point. Who did he think he was, telling her what to do? Even Heidi was lucky to get away with such things, and she held more authority over her than anyone. It would be so easy to pounce on his back, wrench his head from his neck like a petal from a daisy, but that would end the fun far too soon. She would try to hold her temper, if only a little while. Glaring at Eve, she moved around so that she stood in front of the man, arms folded across her chest.
“My name, Eve, is Nicoletta Simondi” she growled, her eyes turning back to the man, the glare turning to a wicked smile, “And the truth is, she is just dreaming. I am the best female fighter in Italy, and no matter how much she claims, she could never beat me, dress or no. As for your worries about the Volturi” she stepped forward, running a finger along his cheekbone, tracing it as her eyes bore into his, the crimson irises gleaming evilly, “Purely unfounded, caro. We have...connections.”
A sly chuckle escaped her lips as she turned and glanced at Eve, winking at her. Returning to her place next to the darker vampire, she smiled secretively at her before turning back to him, shaking her head to loosen the tight curls that hung about her face. It was one of the few things she disliked about being a vampire, her hair still had a habit of annoying her at the worst possible times. Clasping one wrist behind her back, she eyed him thoughtfully. One thing she had in common with Heidi was that she liked toys, though of a very different kind, and this one was proving intriguing. Most men tended to shy away from her whenever possible, this one had virtually forced his way into their little game. If that was what he wanted, that was what he would get.
“You know, Evie” she purred, biting her lip innocently as she stared at him, in a mockery of her sister’s flirtatious gesture. Noone could ever mistake her for the flirty type, though she hardly intended to appear so. “Perhaps Donavon might like to join us for a little snack before we head back to your ‘papa’. It would make our game so much more fun to have someone else play, especially someone so handsome.” She watched his expression, wondering how he would take her sudden change of heart, stifling a giggle. If only he knew who Eve’s ‘papa’ was, he would see exactly what she had planned for him back home.
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Post by donavon on Jan 25, 2009 13:55:58 GMT -5
Donavon kept the smile on his face as he took Evangeline's hand. He liked Evangeline's accent when she spoke and especially the laughter that followed it. Donavon said, "It's a pleasure teh meet ya Evie and you Nicoletta. The best in Italy yeh say? Well imagine tha'. Been around the world and seen all types o' fightin' here and there. I learned a bit o' fightin' meself, but I never did like violence all tha' much. Though the way you two fight yeh could be sisters." He didn't even flinch at the sudden change in Nicoletta's attitude or her touching him, and remained perfect calm as her eyes bored into his. Donavon didn't back down from anyone and his whole body showed confidence in himself.
Donavon found the whole situation rather amusing. Maybe they were both stronger than he was and could kill him, but secretly he was okay with that. Dying would probably be better than the kind of life he'd had. There was nothing for him to live for anymore and that made him willing to take risks with anyone. Donavon didn't want to go anywhere with these two women however. He needed to get going back on his way towards China, and he could tell that Nicoletta was planning something. Not that he hadn't enjoyed their little meeting.
Donavon remained where he was still smiling and said, "As for yer offer, I won't be joinin' yeh. I have a long way teh go before I get where I'm headed. No time teh socialize, even with vampires as pretty as yerselves. Enjoy yeh're meal though lasses, maybe we'll meet again sometime." He turned his back on the two vampires and started walking down the alley back towards his motorcycle. Donavon had no idea what was about to happen to him next.
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Post by Lady Evangeline on Jan 25, 2009 15:46:02 GMT -5
Right at that moment Eve was very glad that she wasn’t human, because humans blushed, and she knew if she had been human she’d be blushing right now. The realization of that thought sent her for a loop, she was 319 years old and she had never experienced something like this before—at least not to her knowledge she hadn’t. Donavon’s cool touch on her hand was giving her the strangest feeling in the pit of her stomach. She smiled up at him, she liked the way he’d shortened her name; everybody else usually called her Evangeline or just Eve. She however didn’t’ know if she liked what she was feeling—it was bit disconcerting. Eve groaned at Letty’s mention of her ‘papa’—he wasn’t really her papa there were just certain aspects about him that reminded her of her real father. And of course Eve reminded her ‘papa’ of his sister Didyme it was one of the reasons she thought he kept her around—all though he would never admit that he missed Didyme. Eve was glad Letty hadn’t said who here ‘papa’ was vampires tended to get very skittish around—or whenever they heard his name. She couldn’t blame them though he was a forced to be reckoned with. Eve shook her head, her long curls bounced around her face, she need to focus Letty was up to something of that much she was sure of. She has just invited Donavon to join them—an invitation Letty never extended—to anyone. Spending more time with Donavon sounded like a wonderful idea to her—so wonderful it had her stomach fluttering. She mentally snarled at her stomach to stop it. She had more pressing things to worry about, Letty hardly ever turned on her ‘I’m trying to be charming and a flirt thing’ unless she was up to something, and when Letty was up to something it never boded well for the other person. Eve didn’t like the fact that she was flirting with Donavon—playfully or not. She had the strangest urge to snarl at Letty to back off. What in the hell was happening to her, Letty was her friend she didn’t snarl at Letty over a guy—unless that guy was food.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Donavon released her hand and declined Letty’s invitation. She felt her throat drop to the pit of her stomach as she watched him turn and walk away. She turned to Letty something; akin to horror shinning out of the depths of her eyes. “Do something!” Letty arched her elegant eyebrow out her, she shot her a glare before she turned back towards Donavon’s back. “Donavon are you sure zat you do not want to join us” She hoped he would be able to understand her—her accent always thickened when she was feeling particularly stressed. She hoped that he would reconsider—because is he didn’t she was contemplating something drastic.
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