The World of Darth [ON HOLD]

[Angeles Valentine]

"I don't remeber those times," said Angeles looking away from Louis' gaze back to her prey, which was now gone along with the woman. She sighed, but her eyes remained crimson. She thought about his proposal before looking over at him again, her eyes hard as she asked, "what is this, 'other way,' you're thinking of?"

Louis was powerful, that much she knew. Very rarily had she ever come across something who could hide all but the most surface of thoughts from her. So though she could sense his thought of 'another way,' one that she could tell he was doubtful about, she could not get the deeper thought that spawned his surface thoughts. Then there were the times he was able to completely able to hide his thoughts from her by focusing on one thing only, a trick few knew, and one he had perfected. Such was what would be expected from the leader of the Unit.  

[Zulma san]

Louis looked at her as she looked away and back at him. She did remember those times, she just did not want to think about them. For in those times, she was not a vampire...but a human.

As Angeles focused on him and asked about the other way, he flinched, silently cursing for not having thought about the fact that she could read his thoughts.

His eyes locked in hers and he opened up his mind to her, showing what another way. What other better blood she could taste: the blood of a pureblood vampire. She had asked and he had answered, obeying her will. Yet he doubted that seeing herself biting his own skin was enticing for the female vampire.  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles' crimson gaze suddenly began to glow at the images and she stood and turned, walking away from him. No words, no thoughts, just the feeling that she needed to get away. After coherent thought returned she got onto the trail of the man she had been hunting before. Her mind whirled with thoughts, and if her heart beat, it would have been racing, but what emotions spurred her in such a way, not even she was sure.  

[Zulma san]

Louis could not read her mind but her eyes looked at him with a unique hint he had never seen before. Although he had no clue what it meant, he felt relieved that she was expressing something towards him.


What he had showed her was common between purebloods but no pureblood would accept to lower themselves to share their bloods with any other creature.

Louis himself had never done that despite receiving some inquiries from several females purebloods. His refusal had been seen really badly for the choice was on the female and the males had to obey...  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles had found the trail of the human again, in turn, following the trail of the brothel woman, but she was not following. She was standing absolutely still, halfway in the shadow of the moonlight. Her eyes were wide, but her focus was on nothing, the image in her mind was too distracting.

She felt slightly dizzy and one arm lifted to catch herself on the side of the building, ultimately missing and her shoulder crashed against the wall. She slid down the wall slowly until she was half-sitting on the ground. Her fangs sinking into his neck....

She closed her eyes, her hand finding its way to her face. Her eyes opened again, wide with the unknown emotion, still glowing red. How could he do that? She wasn't purebred....  

[Zulma san]

Louis heard a loud noise as if someone was falling and he frowned. In two jumps he was by Angeles. He noticed that she was holding her shoulder.

Her eyes were shot but as he approached her they opened wide and glowing. The male vampire stopped and he spoke very calmly.

"Angeles, are you alright?"  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles' eyes flickered over to Louis, the intensity in them was undeniable. She stood up silently, not even with the sound of her clothes rustling. She continued to walk away from him, following the trail of her previous prey, holding her shoulder tightly, digging her nails into the wound, hoping her pain would distract her thoughts from Louis' other offer.  

[Zulma san]

Louis frowned. That she brushed him off was not a problem. But that she went on hunting while hurt, that bugged him.
She was a vampire and a strong one yet...he could not help but feel guilty.
He shook his head. No he did not feel guilty. He wanted her to know what was on his mind. He wanted her to react one way or another to his offer. He wanted her to accept...
He moved after her and his hand clasped onto her free shoulder.
"Angeles answer me." his voice and eyes were cold in her back.  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles stopped as Louis grabbed her shoulder. Her hand moved from her own, the tips of her claws red with her own blood. She did not turn to him though her head tilted down slightly so that her hair fell around her eyes. She bristled at his voice before relaxing slightly. She forced her mind away from his unspoken offer, "fine," she said venomously, "better blood."  

[Zulma san]

Louis saw the blood on the type of her nails and he swallowed with difficulty, putting immediately his mind on her hair. Refusing to let her see how he was reacting to the scent and sight of the crimson liquid.

"Follow me." he said without another thought or word.
He moved fast but not as fast as usual in order to give Angeles the opportunity to follow.

They reached a small but tall house and they landed on the roof which was a terrace. From there the overall city could be seen.
"Wait here." he said pointing at chairs and a table.
He disappeared in a door and came back with a bottle and two glasses. He opened the bottle and the scent immediately hit them. He felt relieved that it overpowered the scent of the female vampire's blood.
He poured the glass and gave it to Angeles.
Then one for himself.
"Do you wish to cheer to something?" he asked taking a seat in front of Angeles.  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles followed, keeping several feet behind him. Once they arrived to his house she refused the seat and looked around herself before looking back at him as he arrived with blood and poured her a glass. She looked at the crimson liquid before glancing up at him.

"What reason is there for cheer?" she growled quietly turning away from him and facing the east. She sipped the blood from the glass. She then held it up towards the sky which was lightening slightly, the moonlight gleaming off the edge, "here's to death."  

[Zulma san]

Louis looked at the female vampire and the way she drank her glass before toasting.
To her question, his cold eyes raised to hers but he answered nothing. He was hurt.
Then his eyes fell on his glass. He looked at the liquid then put his glass back on the table without taking a sip.
Her cheer made his shiver and without wanting to, a flash came to his mind of Angeles in a puddle of blood. He closed his mind, but he guessed it was too late if she was paying attention.
He stood up and looked away from her, his eyes drifted across the city.  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles withdrew her hand to her body and turned to look at them, her eyes calm and vacant, "so that's your reason," she said softly. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment as he looked at the city before looking again towards the sunrise. She closed her eyes and brought the glass to her lips again, staining them red as she drank.  

[Zulma san]

"Reason for what?" growled the male vampire without looking at her.
His hands were clenched around the guardrail of the terrace. He was annoyed that she had seen that image.
That is not the future! he snapped in his mind, so loudly that it would have been equivalent to shouting it.
He closed his eyes and sighed.
"Is it death that you want...?" he asked in a husky low growl.  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles looked over at Louis at his thought and then his question, "I'm already dead," she said simply, sipping the blood in her cup, "but I stand by what I already told you in the forest," her eyes hardened like stone, "I will not die," she put the cup to her lips and tilted her head back, letting the entire contents run down her throat. She turned and set the glass down, "if that's what you're all worked up about you can stop. I can take care of myself, you of all people should now that by now. She turned and walked away, stepping up onto the guardrail and keeping perfect balance as she perched there. She wanted more to say, but was not sure what.