Ashen white met raven dark in a dangerous contrast. In the misty dark midnight glow, it was more than only captivating. As humans prowled through the midnight mist, predators watched on. Their heartbreaking beauty shining under the radiant but mysterious gleam of the full, round moon. The graceful raven haired creature moved through the edge of the woods not far from the small town centre. A slim milk-white hand reached up to the mass of rich, black waves, ruffling them up carelessly. The creature then took a step out onto the black tar of the footpath leading to the small town's only nightclub. Hisses arose behind, but the creature ignored them with a roll of her wide blue eyes. Coming closer to the dingy nightclub, a male of about nineteen spotted the entrancing creature, his brown eyes locking onto ocean blue and suddenly he pulled himself away from his friends outside the nightclub, following the ivory skinned beauty around the corner that was dark, empty and dangerous. The creature stopped, as soon did the male. He reached up gently, pushing a wavy piece of ebony out of the creatures face. A sexy smile cast onto the raven's face, and the nineteen-year-old brought his lips to the creatures in a soft but then hungry kiss. The creature kissed for a while, but had something else in mind. The creature's pouty lips left the males, trailing down his bronze tanned neck to where a pulsing lifeline was found. Excitement now ran through the beautiful creature, as she gently sunk her teeth into the sweet, sweet flesh and felt the warm liquid running into her mouth. The fair haired male groaned. This was better than the best sex anyone could have. Ecstasy soon turned into unconsciousness for the blonde as the blood continued to trickle out of him. Life slowly being bottled and then stolen. A loud yet high-pitched voice came from behind and then was at her side. "Penelope Devereaux! You promised." A female said, her pale hands on her petite hips.
Penelope rolled her eyes, "Claire, I wasn't going to kill him." She said, a smirk curving onto her jungle red painted lips. Claire Bristol, a lady who knew Penelope Devereaux well enough to know she was trouble. Claire had cornsilk blonde hair, straight as a pin, the complete opposite of Penelope's jet black waves. Her eyes were a bright amber, and now shone with suspicion. Claire started to walk away, the blue eyed twenty two year old looked down at the boy. After licking the pierced skin in his bronze neck she lowered him to the ground and walked behind Claire.
"Honestly Penelope, were trying to live a normal life! We've been through this, were not killing. Hospital blood supplies remember!" Claire's arms shot out in all directions, her head shook side to side as she continued to make her point. "We stop for five minutes and you're already on the prowl!" Claire turned around, letting Penelope stop behind her. "Can't you please just do this for me?" The harshness left her voice, now only pure emotion fueled it. Penelope stood tall and gracefully as she always did. Claire did the same, but only came up to the blue eyed girl's shoulders.
"I'm sorry, Claire." Penelope said, and with that those words were words the raven rarely said. She watched as Claire nodded -knowing that the girl didn't say sorry unless she meant it. Claire's arm unfolded from her delicate chest. Penelope and Claire had been together for more than 90 years. Best friends. Evan Newland was also part of the friendship. Penelope had known Evan for thirty years more then she'd known Claire. But as females were, they were just as close. "You know I hate cold blood." Penelope said, a smile dazzling on her red lips as she watched Claire fight back a grin. Claire shook her head, rolling her doe-like eyes. "Where's Evan anyway?" She asked, looking around the empty space.
"Paying for the petrol." Claire said deadpan as both girls walked through the bushes, finding the petrol station on the other side of the vegetation. As they walked over to the car, an extremely tall, extremely good looking, dark haired male was leaning against the car. "Penelope had a...relapse." Claire finally said, opening the passengers side door.
Evan Newland's green eyes flashed for a second. A slow, sexy grin then spreading across his face. He roughly pulled Penelope in, hungrily pressing his lips against hers, his tongue tasting everything he'd missed out on. "Oh baby." He sang, pulled away. "That one was a sweet human." Evan pulled open the drivers door, watching with a dark smirk as Penelope mumbled darkly as she got into the back seat. Evan Newland. A flirt. A risk taker. And in no way in love with Penelope Devereaux. A certain petite blonde however, was a completely different story.
Kissing for them was almost like talking, a meaningless action between two people, unless their was a reaction. Like an overflowing kettle or a mixing of the wrong chemicals that in the end create something really beautiful. At least that was what Penelope believed. She could never be sure, she'd never been in love. Not in two hundred and forty-two years, but of course, she didn't look a day over twenty-two.
Claire frowned, "You're both pathetic." She said coldly. Angling her small body away from both of her companions. Penelope looked at Claire, and understood what she wanted. Deep deep, way deep down Penelope knew she wanted it too. A life, a job, a family. Claire was simply trying to work with what she could. And that wasn't much. Still, she admired Claire for trying. The dark haired girl could almost read Claire like a book. Penelope had yet to ask but she was a hundred percent sure Claire a thing for the dark haired, green eyed giant sitting in the drivers seat.
A thought suddenly struck Penelope, and she felt so stupid for not thinking of it before. "What are we even going to study at a university?" Evan peeled out of the petrol station, leaving behind a small gathering of smoke and some light tyre marks in the tar. The question seemed to get Claire so excited so forgot she was angry.
The tiny blonde turned in her seat, a bright wild smile in her lips. "You will be studying art." She said, flinching as my mouth dropped open. Evan let out a snort, followed by laughter. Claire seemed proud with this.
"I can't even draw stick figures! What do you mean art!" The raven hissed, pure hatred in her voice as she said the word 'art'. Penelope leaned forward, praying that Claire was clearly not as insane as she was currently thinking.
"Penelope, we know thats not true. You can't draw, period." Claire said with a warm smile, not in the least effected by Penelope's deadly eyes currently trained on her. "Not even a straight line!" She continued, "Nope." She said, popping the 'o' with a hand to Evan's shoulder.
"Out of all the things, art?" She said, slowly. Penelope wasn't known for having a good temper, or even an okay one. When it came to flaws, Penelope was perfect in the looks department, however not so much in the personality department. Drinking blood was one of the largest, then came the impatience, bad temper, lack of trust in people, and the list went on, however just like anyone, Penelope had her quirks and strengths personality wise, people just had to hang around long enough to notice.
"Well, its pretty much the only thing you know nothing about. You need to be challenged to learn anything. So yes, art." Claire said, rather seriously, her pretty grin dropped as she explained. Her amber eyes than turned to Evan. "And you sir,-"
"This will be good." Penelope said with a jungle red smirk. Claire turned around to glare, and Penelope's hands shot up, "Continue my Queen." She commented sarcastically.
"You will be studying computers!" Claire announced. This time it was Penelope's turn to snort and Evan's to groan.
"I know nothing about computers!" He whined, resting his head against the steering wheel.
Penelope raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow, "Ah, did you forget you were driving?" She faux sweetly reminded. Claire giggled, as Evan lifted his head off the wheel with a pout. Penelope smiled. "How long till were at the place?" She asked, curving a piece of ebony hair around her pale finger. The contrast as always, startling. Unknown that something could be so dark or that anything could be so fair.
Evan looked over his shoulder, amusement clear in the sparkling forest green. "Were inside University of Connecticut now." The male grinned as he watched surprise register on the dark haired female's stunning face. She moved towards the glass as she watched a picture perfect crowd move along the grass. Penelope groaned as Evan parked, and opened his door. The three beauties grabbed their luggage, walking it across the grounds towards the dorms. Claire pointed them towards Braun Hall, the place they were all staying.
"Stairs? Are you serious." Penelope said, as she looking up the long, winding staircase in front of her. Despite what most people believed in stories and movies, her kind, Nightwalkers -or vampires as they were more commonly called, although they despised being called that. Nightwalkers didn't have super strength, nor speed. The couldn't read minds or see the future. We aren't Edward Cullen, Penelope liked to say. Nightwalkers however, held the almost unreal beauty and undeniable natural charm. One way or another, they were dangerous. The creatures could go out in sun, although it made them uncomfortable and spending too long could cause pain. With razor like teeth -no fangs and more beauty then a supermodel, they were more then dangerous. They were death. But that is, if they wanted. Nightwalkers ate, sleep and blushed. Not too different from a human in some ways, worlds different in others.
Once Penelope reached the top of the stairs she heard a loud gasp. She looked up, pushing raven waves out of her ocean blue eyes. "Oh god. Look what the cat dragged in." The voice said. Penelope heard her own gasp, as she looked at the girl in front of her. Wild curling brown hair with dazzling hazel eyes, a tall, lean build much like Penelope's own. Tasmina Cavillo. A Nightwalker who hated Penelope Devereaux more then anyone knew. In Penelope's wilder days she'd came across Tasmina's human pet, sexing up and drinking from him better than Tasmina ever could. Her male pet had been killed that night, Tasmina believed it was Penelope. Since that day, Tasmina had a white burning hatred of Penelope Devereaux, and almost a hundred years hadn't changed anything. Penelope didn't admit to being innocent, she wasn't and she knew it. Penelope had killed a lot of people, but in the hot raw intensely of blood hunger, nothing was clear or reasonable. In the hazel eyes of Tasmina, Penelope had killed the human Tasmina loved. To Penelope she had simply used him, slept with him, drunk from him -even if he didn't realize he was doing him. Beauty changes people. It changes everything.
Penelope recoiled, her surprise over. Penelope's red painted lips turned into a smirk. "At least the cat dragged me in and didn't leave me outside in the rain." Penelope looked at Tasmina's wet state. "What's your excuse?" She remembered Evan and Claire and behind her sure enough there they were. Ready for anything, like they always were then Penelope found another person who hated her. And that was usually often.
Tasmina shook her head, "Don't think I'll ever forget. I'll give you whats coming to you. What you deserve." Penelope heard the seriousness of her words, and she knew she'd follow through. Penelope being Penelope only smirked.
"You have fun with that won't you." The raven pushed past her, "Clairey, which one are we?" She asked, completely ignoring the fuming girl in the background.
"Eh, 34B and Evan's 34A. Evan, you have another roommate, but I think we can get the key for the rooms to join. Theres a door between them." Claire said, studying the letter in the hand. Then she got serious, "Inside now, we're going to have a talk." Penelope and Evan both raised their eyebrows, sharing a look.
"Yes Mum." They called, dragging their luggage in behind them. After the door slammed shut behind them, they all had a little look around the door, opening windows, doors and draws. Penelope grinned, as she found a gold toned key that fit perfectly in the conjoining doors. She opened the door up then dropped the key back into the draw. Thats when the Mother Daughter time started. "Penelope May Devereaux, what the hell did you do to that girl?"
"Her name is Tasmina Cavillo." Penelope said simply. Walking around the dorm, touching everything in the room that looked worthy to be touched.
"Oh I'm sorry, that explains everything!" Claire yelled, both Evan and Penelope flinched, they both knew that when Claire got started, really started, there was no stopping her. The blonde girl could go from never been happier to never been scarier in less than a minute. Evan walked over, jumping on the closest bed, pulling his large arms behind his dark haired head. He looked ready to watch a movie. Claire looked over at him, and glared lightly.
"Please my lady, don't stop. Do continue." He charmed, a smile spreading across his beautiful face. Penelope rolled her eyes, as even in Claire's hot state of anger, she couldn't keep the light blush from rolling across her fair cheeks. It only made her look even cuter.
"Penelope!" Claire said, ripping the grin off the raven's pretty face.
"Fine, she thinks I killed her human pet lover whatever." Even Evan raised his eyebrows at this. Claire went quiet for a minute.
"And did you?"
"No. I only slept with him and drank." Penelope said proudly, a grin forming on her lips.
"Uh guys?" Evan said in a rush, Claire and Penelope both looked towards him. "Look behind you."