moaaaar vampires

[avampirespride.livejournal.com]

*Pride knew what he was doing. He ended up at the fake Central on purpose, unlike so many of it's current residents. His maker, Roy, had let him out of his sight for only a split second before he took off and just like that, he set out on his own. He knew full well that it was the wrong thing to do. Did he care? Not very likely. He was still going through the changes, becoming accustomed to the vampire lifestyle. His former human half, Edward, still not wanting to give into things. He detested that vampire half of himself and although he was strong willed, his vampire side had the upper hand, for now anyways. He grinned as he arrived at Central and made his way onto the top of a nearby building.*

Oh, Roy my dear you are missing out...Your trivial little rules mean nothing to me now. Not here. Not with you being absent. And now? I'll have this entire city to myself. It's time to play. But what shall I do? Rip them apart, have a snack, or both?

*He muses to himself now as he brushes a few fingers through his golden locks.*

I don't have to follow anyone's rules anymore. This is a whole new game and I'll be in control this time around.


[[OOC:You knew it was going to happen sooner or later lol. Here is Vampire!Pride. He's a little bastard (think of a mix of Lestat from both Interview With The Vampire and Queen Of The Damned mixed together and throw in Alucard's (from the series Hellsing) powers also. Roy is like the Marius to him of his world (his maker.) I thought I'd bring this Pride in since we have a few vampires running around already lol. Unlike many, his kind can only be killed by another vampire. So this will be interesting XD Enjoy!]]

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[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

[lalala walking by dragging, dragging, dragging a comb through his hair. goddamn rebels and goddamn tendency to hold onto his hair.]

Stupid humans. Let them try having hair that grows back every single time. Pft.

[avampirespride.livejournal.com]

*He let out a small yawn and was about to take off and set out to see what kind of trouble he could stir up. He wanted to play a little. Right as he was about to go, he stopped and spotted the other below. A grin took place upon his face and he left the rooftop, jumping down onto the street, ending up a few feet behind the other worldly copy of his own self. He was intrigued because this one didn't have the scene of a human. He raised an eyebrow and took a step closer quietly.*

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

...

[rolls his eyes. 1, 2, 3 - and suddenly whirls around, throwing the comb at whoever it was behind him, a deadly projectile when thrown with this strength and speed.]

[avampirespride.livejournal.com]

*And he caught it before it had hit him. Gotta love those vampire reflexes. He couldn't help but laugh.*

So violent, darling.

lol

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

[sends a pout his way]

Try and not make a career of stalking, pretty.

...

...[and he stares, up and down, appraising.] This is...

...

Okay. What are you?

[avampirespride.livejournal.com]

*A quirked eyebrow.*

One of the undead, much like yourself. The technical term would be vampire though, if you want to be picky about it.

*He took a step forward and started to circle him slowly, looking him over.*

Intriguing indeed.

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

[watches him suspiciously]

A vampire? You drink blood and prey on humans and live forever? Ooooh. Shall I expect a trail of corpses anytime soon? Please? This place is ever-so-boring.

And if I may have the comb back, pretty?

[avampirespride.livejournal.com]

*He smirked and that smirk turned into a grin. He laughed softly.*

Is that sarcasm, love? If so, you've got a mouth on you. And as far as the corpses go..Perhaps if my Master doesn't get here first. That bastard never lets me have any fun.

*He handed the comb back to the other version of himself.*

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

What? Edward was never one for the supernatural. You are supposed to be merely a character in a penny dreadful, or something.

[starts combing, letting out small frustrated sounds]

...you have a Master? But why? Why is...he...still alive? Perhaps you are not named Pride, as I am...?

[avampirespride.livejournal.com]

Yes, most people think that vampires are fictional characters. It's rather silly.

*He continued to circle him and stopped for a moment.*

I do have a Master. He's my creator. I left him to come here and have some fun. And my name is Pride. He's alive because I want him to be. I still have use for him. He's mine. When I have certain connections to people that are in a higher status than I, I do not burn those bridges, dearest. Especially not with what is going on back in my world.