A Vampire's Kiss
Chapter 2- Meeting Thee
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The living. The dead. Both two walk on this solid ground called earth. Some maybe even as Witch Craft, but mainly, Satan's Children.

Eyes fluttered opened slowly, eyes of a female. Her eyes we're piercing diamond blue, as strands of chocolate brown hair flung onto her face. Her body moved silently from where she slept as she staired upon another who layed next to her. A man, sleeping silently. Her lips turned into a sweet smile as she looked down on him. Uriel. Such a quiet man..She did not intend on waking him.

It was finally night, and Iolanthé became hungry. She moved away from her partner, as her body began to evaporate into dust particales. Her body was faint to see as she disappeared into the forest near their home. Iolanthé smelt her prey not to far from where she was. A young girl, yes, she loved them so. Such sweet blood of theirs. She grinned softly swifting her body towards the servant recieving firewood for her masters. The girl jumped as she heard a twig crunch. The girl didn't say a word, and held the wood tightly. Iolanthé snuck up behind her, her hands smoothing out her slender shoulders.

'Do not be afraid my child..you will suffer no more of your idiotic life..and I will be the one to take it from you my dear..' Iolanthé's hand grabbed the girl's mouth, and pulled her head to the right. The girls bare neck showing. Iolanthé smiled ever so softly, as her K-9 teeth grew out into sharp viper fangs. She struck the girls neck with a thrust, as her teeth sunk into a vein, popping it with one strike. The girl became paralyzed, and crimson blood fell into Iolanthé's mouth, and down her throat. She drank until she could feed no more. Iolanthé dropped the girl to the earths ground. She licked the blood on the side of her lip as she smiled disappearing slowly leaving the girl for the hungry wolves to feed on.

Uriel laid sleeping. He was having very plesent dreams, dreams of escaping this place and living a wonderful life of tranquility with his love. The woman his heart belonged to. It was a couple, around 10 or so, of minutes before Uriel awoke to see Iolanthé was no longer by his side.

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'Where could she be? Feeding? I hope she is safe.' He said silently as he stood up and put on his day clothes. He then placed his pajamas by the area where the two rested and he walked outside.

The stars were out in the sky, constalations could be seen from afar. Uriel then looked to the wood line. He wasn't ready to feed just yet, he was concerned about Iolanthé though. He gazed into the wood line for sometime, waiting for her. He wanted to go find her, but she had a habit of feeding late at night, and he knew if he were to leave then she would probley arrive and notice him missing. He figured it would probley be best if he waited for her.

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Darkness had spread over the sky finally, and Twila emerged from the shadows she had been waiting in. She didn't live in the shadows; no one knew where she lived, not even herself sometimes. She had already fed, but the night was still young and she really didn't care how many she killed tonight. Or any night, really.

Not that anymore was expected from her of course, she was Twila. Anyone with association with the vampires, or the night creatures themselves, knew who she was or had heard her name before. She sifted between the dead and the living sometimes, just to humour herself with the curious lives humans led. They were, indeed, pathetic, and very literally deteriorating their own economy. She believed the vampires were only making things easier. Their species were starting to slowly die off, and honestly, they were begging for an excuse. The vampires were only doing their part.

Twila's fangs slipped over her lips as she came to the littered sidewalk, choosing her path carefully as to not step on anything that could dirty her boots. At this hour, she knew she should probably be worrying about bigger things than her boots, but she wasn't all that concerned. There was a pretty little Perry knife in her boot and she would use it if she had to.

At the thought of dying and stabbing Twila felt the bloodlust start to haze over again. She had a lot more of it than most, but paid no heed to the abnormality. Growling, a low sound in her chest, she set off, sashaying her way towards where she could find more food.

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Lorana's intense sapphire eyes fluttered open. Her mouth formed a gentle smile as she pulled herself up. She dressed quickly and wrapped her cloak around her sleek shoulders. She was hungry, very hungry and oh-so eager to feed. The scent of nearby blood had tempted her out of a peaceful sleep. She slipped from her room silently and out into the forest.

The scent of blood filled Lorana's nostrils. She smiled it was her favorite: a male in his mid-twenties. The blood would be sweet but not overly so as it had ripened with age. She saw the village through a part in the thick trees and rushed out of the forest. She made her way over a well-built fence and into the yard of a poor farmer. She found her prey sitting on a haystack obviously keeping guard on the farm. She slipped behind him. She ran her right hand gently across his back, using her right to keep him in place.

'Don't worry, everything will be fine. You will be better off if I do this to end your droning life.' Lorana gently grabbed his mouth and pulled his head to the side, exposing the tender skin on his neck. She couldn't help but smile. She ran her tongue across her fangs, "You're poor father will be missing his boy." She inserted her teeth into his neck and hit the vein. Her mouth was filled with the sweet crimson liquid.

After she was completely satisfied, Lorana left his body on the haystack and hurried from the farm and back into the safetly of the woods. She smiled as she licked her lips. She found her way to the river bed and sat down on a rock. It had been a good feeding, she thought as she fell into a delicate sleep.

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Iolanthé slightly hesitated her body as she felt the presence of another child like her. She smelt blood being drawen..another one. Iolanthé's eye brows arched with anger, not knowing of this other one. Female to be exact.

Iolanthé looked back at the way she came from, hoping Uriel isn't awake, do hate's it when she makes him worry. Just a quick peek to see whom it is. She swiftly moved her body closer and closer to this feeding. The scent became weaker as she approched a farm. The blood scent was faiding as she looked about for the killing. Iolanthé noticed blood of a hay stack as she quietly stepped closer to it..Josette? No. Iolanthé could smell Josette from far away, this was diffirent from Josettes. She leaped ontop of the Hay stack and noticed a man, more like a boy. Still young she thought. This vampire seemed a few years older then herself..being a very young vampire is a easy scent to elders, and elders plan on messing with Youngins. Iolanthé sighed as a door opened silently.

'William, you can come in now. It's past mid-day. William..?' A woman came out and stood in the door way frozen, she had caught glimpse of another standing above her son ontop of the hay stack. The woman screamed with all her might, as neighbours of this house came rushing out, and birds flew into the night's air. Iolanthé looked up at the sky stareing at the birds as she looked down upon the woman and others surrounding her. The people that lived next to her, and the woman herself, stared at Iolanthé. Scared. She could smell the fear in all of them, and hatred, too. Iolanthé snarled at them as just some teeth bared, and some of the people saw that wicked snarl, as Iolanthé disappeared in the wink of an eye.

Iolanthé could hear the yelling about as she kept walking threw the forest.

'Great..humans had layed their eyes against mine..I bared my teeth..ugh! I'm so stu..' She looked up and saw Uriel. And of course he was..Iolanthé's heart sank, making her emotions string up inside her.'I apologize my love..I got hungry..' Iolanthé looked down as she approched him gracefully.

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After her second –or was it third?- feeding, she finally scowled at the humans about, no longer lusting for the red liquid that raced through their veins. She saw them as useless now. Stupid, strange, pathetic creatures that didn't deserve to roam the Earth like they did.

Wondering about, straying from her familiar territory of the streets, she strode along the outskirts of the city, really seeing no point in much at all, debating whether she should go back to bed or not. Things seem to b slow tonight, too slow for Twila's unyielding impatience.

Sensing other vampires nearby, in the woods, she ventured to the forest. Was there a gathering she wasn't aware of? She mused over the possibilities. Twila perked up at the aura of a familiar vampire. Quickly, she sought out to find her a sly smiling spreading across her face. Iolanthé was nearby, as well as her human lover Uriel. That bothered her, but she said nothing, knowing Iolanth was someone not to pester too much.

''Allo, Isolanthé,' She sang sweetly, though her tone was laced with a lingering threat. She heard the distances voices of humans, shouting about something. Ignoring Uriel, she looked to the other vampire, who was looking guiltily at the ground. "My, my," Twlia cooed softly. "What kinda have we gotten into now?"

She knew she was pressing her luck, but she longed to push someone's buttons tonight, watch them get angry or annoyed. Not that she enjoyed it. Well, she did, but she was just bored.

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Mmm. A scream, was it? Far, far from her, she heard it, and relished it. For, she sensed in that scream who created the frightened timbre of it. She saw through the pitiful being's eyes, that it was Iolanthé who plagued her. But, the shame. Here she was, 'asleep' in her coffin across the globe. The coffin wasn't necessary. It just added a certain...histrionic aura to slumber. It was pitiful that she was trapped here for the moment, waiting for the last rays of light to whisper behind the trees. She didn't mind sunlight anymore, though. It felt like tiny pin pricks that faded away instantaneously. But, she liked her skin unblemished by colour. Emerald eyes opened like shutters, letting in the darkness of the coffin. She laughed tenebrously as she pushed the lid off, gently. She stood, shaking the wrinkles out of her dress, stepping out of the coffin gracefully. She hummed quietly to herself as she made her way up the dust laden stone steps, moving airily, like a hollow boned bird.

'Good evening, Isabelle.' The lady was leaving, the robust human who cleaned her house. Or one of them, anyhow. The lady had stark black hair pulled back in a bun for today, almond shaped eyes of Hispanic brown. She smiled politely, and muttered a greeting in Spanish, leaving just as soon. She worked during the day. Her shift must have ran late. Making her way into the kitchen, fashioned in Victorian elegance (Which was odd for being in Spain), she saw just what had kept her. A bouquet of roses were on the counter, bright in their life which would fade soon. Red. Red, like blood. A pang of hunger pulsed in her veins. Later, Josette, later. We'll stalk the prey later. She hardly touched the ground as she walked up the spiral staircase, floating to her room that held her clothing, and other mortal apparel. She would look nice when she visited her children, tonight.

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Lorana looked around, a flock of birds flew overhead. They had been frightened. By what, she wasn't sure. But a strange scent, an all too familar scent, lingered in the air. Lorana took in the smell into welcoming nostrils. It was one of her own. But this one, it wasn't one she knew it, and it was younger then she. Female, she was certain. And she had been close. Perhaps, dangerously close.

I should go home, she told herself, if there is one around, I shouldn't stay about. I don't recognize her, and she could prove herself to be a worthy, and well trained opponot. I'd rather not chance it.

She looked around, the birds had gone, as had the scent. By now the farmer would have discovered, that his son was dead, but she need not burden herself with worries of her prey.

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Iolanthé's head moved slowly as she heard her name be called out. Who was it? She sniffed the air quickly to be sure, she knew of this one. Twila. A great friend of hers, she had met Twila when she was still learning the basic facts about her dark life ahead of her. Twila threatned(sp?) Iolanthé at first but they both grew on each other. Twila was hundred more years older then her, and she knew a lot of things; but not of Josette.

Iolanthé didn't want Twila to know about Josette, she didn't even want to get close to Twila. As far as her and Uriel were already in deep trouble with Josette, she didn't want anyone to get in the way. Iolanthé didn't mind her presence being with them for a short while, sence Josette must be still sleeping after all these years.

'Twila. What are you doing about in these forests..?' She never knew anyone could find her and her lover over here..since she's tried so hard to cover up her scent; but I guess it didn't help that much.

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Authors Notes: If you are wondering why there are so many jump arounds, that is when all the chatacters come in..sorry to confuse anyone; so not to confuse any one I have put these: ---------------- ; to mark where the characters come in. I have gotten help from friends of mine about characters. Soo I do not give my self credit for most of characters, like Twila and Lorana. Enjoy the second chapter, sorry for it to be so long ::sweat drop::