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Post by Sarah Winters on Sept 20, 2010 20:03:14 GMT 1
Last night a young vampire in the club that Sarah owned, had killed one of the humans.
After a good beating, he was now banned from the club, but the club was one human short. Usually Sarah's employees were the ones to go do the hunting, but Sarah felt like doing it herself.
When he woke the night after the death, Sarah rose from the actual coffin she was sleeping in, and got dressed. A short black skirt and a white boat necked, long sleeved shirt, with simple black pumps.
She grabbed her coat and went out hunting.
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Post by Isola on Sept 20, 2010 20:26:44 GMT 1
Isola was out on the streets a usual, looking for something to eat.
It had been three days since she ate anything and Isola was desperate, right now she was rummaging through a garbagebin in a back alley behind a sleazy diner.
So focused on the search for food Isola didn't notice her surroundings.
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Post by Sarah Winters on Sept 20, 2010 20:39:05 GMT 1
Sarah was searching actively. Not with her eyes, but with her mind. Although she didn't really care who it was she took, she always tried to take someone that she thought no-one would miss. Homeless people mostly. Kept the police away.
She didn't have to go long before she found what she was looking for.
Sarah went over to Isola, putting on a friendly smile. When Isola didn't notice her, she put a hand on her shoulder to get her attention, and said:
"Looking for something?"
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Post by Isola on Sept 20, 2010 20:50:04 GMT 1
Isola felt something on her shoulder and jumped up, giving away a terrified shriek.
But when she saw that it was a woman in her own age, she began to laugh with relief and with the heart still in her throat Isola said as calmly as she could.
"Yeah, something that isn't mouldy vegetables. And you?"
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Post by Sarah Winters on Sept 20, 2010 20:56:59 GMT 1
Sarah gave a little fake chuckle, and ignored Isola's question.
"And how's that going for you?"
She looked down the garbage bin, frowning slightly.
"Doesn't seem like you're going to find anything here."
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Post by Isola on Sept 20, 2010 21:03:53 GMT 1
"No, it don't seem to be anything edible here."
Not that Isola was being rude, but people never cared about the homeless unless it was some christian on a holy mission trying to save their lost souls. She stopped the rummaging and stood up, brushing her hands of on her knitted sweater and black jeans.
"What do you want?"
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Post by Sarah Winters on Sept 20, 2010 21:18:13 GMT 1
"I thought you might be hungry. I want to buy you some food, if you'll let me."
Sarah was determined to get her, willing or no. She could just grab her and go, but she preferred to lure the victims with her.
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Post by Isola on Sept 20, 2010 21:30:32 GMT 1
"Yeah, okay.."
Isolas stomach growled too much for her to think straight, perhaps this woman just was a kind soul trying to good. The rumblings overpowered the sense that something wasn't right.
She reached out her hand and introduced herself.
"I'm Isola."
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Post by Sarah Winters on Sept 20, 2010 21:36:45 GMT 1
Sarah gave Isola a smile, thinking this was going easier than it usually did. But then again, perhaps she was just that hungry, that she'd follow a stranger anywhere.
She took Isola's hand and introduced herself.
"I'm Sarah."
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Post by Isola on Sept 20, 2010 22:04:07 GMT 1
"Nice to meet you, Sarah."
Isola replied Sarah's smile.
"So.. Where to?"
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Post by Sarah Winters on Sept 20, 2010 22:26:50 GMT 1
"To my restaurant. It's just a couple of blocks away."
She made a gesture with her hand for Isola to go out of the alley, and she pointed to the right, following her, and then walked beside her.
"I can hear your stomach rumbling, I'm guessing you are starving."
Perhaps not the best choice of word, since she might actually be starving.
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Post by Isola on Sept 20, 2010 23:00:12 GMT 1
"Yeah, haven't had something to eat for days."
Isola felt a bit ashamed but the feeling of that something was iffy grew stronger.
She stopped and looked at Sarah, Isola couldn't fight the curiousity any longer.
"What do you want in return for buying me food? Not that I'm ungrateful, I do anything except for a snuff-film or prostitute myself."
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Post by Sarah Winters on Sept 20, 2010 23:05:05 GMT 1
Sarah stopped as Isola stopped, and looked her in the eyes, and told her as earnestly as she could:
"I wan't nothing in return. I'm just glad I can help."
No point in revealing it yet.
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Post by Isola on Sept 20, 2010 23:14:22 GMT 1
"Yeah, I believe it when I a see it. But hey.. I get free food!"
She shrugged her shoulder while smiling and started to walk again.
Isola really would do anything for food or money except for the two things she mentioned.
"So, are you going around searching for people to help often?"
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Post by Sarah Winters on Sept 20, 2010 23:21:49 GMT 1
Sarah smiled and shook her head at the naïve girl, and then nodded slightly
"Yeah, yeah I do, actually."
She completely lied, and made a turn into the street where the club was.
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