You'll Never Be Controlled(open)

[GINNY CULLEN]

Ginny walked quickly out of the store, to the courtyard, and onto the open grass of Port Angeles. The weather today was nice not to hot and not to cold. A smile come across her face as she walked past students outside enjoying themselves. Some people where reading and others were playing games or trading some kind of cards. It was all in good fun but Ginny didn't want to linger around everyone. She was surprised it had been so dark at such a early time, but more power to her! That gave her more time to roam outside without the sun making her glow.

She took her hands through her blond hair and she made her way into the forest. Grinning, she started climbing a tree like a spider monkey and stopped half way up to sit on a branch. She peered down to see no one then peered around the trees, again no one. She was either going to have a night to herself unless a hiker would come in the forest and in that case she might have a little fun. She needed some fun, being new to area was tiring.

An hour passed and no one had come around. Ginny was now very bored, tired, and hungry. With a soft sigh she jumped from the tree landed gracefully on her feet. She used her sensitive nose to sniff out her favorite...deer....She ran through the forest dodging trees and jumping over anything that was in her way. She's learned to be quick, swift, and quiet to get what she wants. Humans were a little easier to hunt for, however, Ginny could never kill a human. She never has.

"Aha." She giggled running quickly to want she was hunting for. With a quick jump and pounce Ginny sunk teeth into it. The deer had been drained dry before she stood back up.

Happy with herself, although sad for the now dead animal, she left the forest and walked the streets of Port...She hummed for a few blocks but gave a sudden stop in making noise and walking that she looked as if she had been turned into a statue. She smelt freed human blood. Her face turned hard and her fists clenched. "I won't." She reassured herself. Obviously, a vampire had this person because she could smell another of her kind, half her kind.

Was it to late to save the victim? She shouldn't go any closer to the most wonderful smell but she was scared someone might die. Her feet suddenly took off following the smell of the vampire. If Ginny hadn't just ate her control would be a lot harder to handle. "STOP!" She yelled..but it was to late, the male fell to the ground. This vampire looked terrified! She was uncontrollably shaking and hyperventilating, well it looked like she was. Ginny automatically knew she was a new born vampire. Before a word could be said the vampire took off... Not knowing what to do, she called the police and told them about the body...then left the area. She walked the streets quietly hoping to not run into the vampire.

[bloodyjacky]

In the darkest shadows of the area, within the shades of black and grey that often overtook this time of day, especially when the skies became overcast. Even on a nicer day, the alleyways and crannies of the streets were shaded, preventing seemingly innocent civilians and mortals from seeing what really went on where their eyes could not hope to see.
Really, that was utterly disappointing.
The thought came from a man, not overly tall, as he drew away from the neck of one of the Port's more unfortunate residents. Oh, Once Upon A Time this person had been fortunate, if the expensive clothing and general attire was anything to go by, but the way he figured, a person's luck ran out when they met a Vampire (or any other human-preying creature, really). He supposed he could have easily just gone after an animal in the forest, but really, what did it matter? The blood of humans and animals were made up of the same basic compounds, and provided the exact same nutrients. So long as he fed, and fed well, he wasn't going to get hung up over who or what he killed to accomplish his goal.
Stretching lightly, the man let out a purring sound, almost like a cat, his eyes tracing the movements of the woman as she slumped to the ground in a dead (so amusing) heap. Someone would miss her, he was positive, but they would never find him; they would never connect the crime to someone who was supposed to have died five-hundred years ago. He left behind no DNA traces, after all - no vampire did - so they would have nothing to go on, regardless of whether or not they suspected a ghost of murder. Ah, oh, murder he did. He supposed he had become something of a serial killer, in some ways, but by that logic, could cows and pigs not accuse humans of the same thing? Exactly. Let it not be said that Robert Lorani Cecile was one to discriminate against species. Food was food, and sustenance was just that.
He supposed this way why the term 'Vegetarian Vampire' amused him so much. Was the definition of 'vegetarian' not 'a being who does not consume things from an animal'? Indeed it was. Was blood not part of an animal? Indeed it was. Ergo, Vegetarian Vampires were not really vegetarian now, were they?
Naturally, he kept this train of thought to himself, since he really didn't think it mattered much - whatever gave them peace of mind, he'd generously allow them to believe.
A new scent drifted to him then, and he craned his neck, ignoring the sensation of something constricting around his neck. (When one didn't need to breathe, it hardly mattered if something choked you, now did it?)
"It seems we have ourselves a stray, Janey. But what is this? More than one? And a stray half-breed? How fascinating. It appears we aren't the only feeders out tonight."
The snake around his neck hissed, likely protesting her rather simple name again, but Robert didn't give her much real thought. She was an amusing creature.
He wondered how long it would take the half-breed to scent his presence, in return.

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[GINNY CULLEN]

It was rather peaceful now which was good for her, although she did want someone to talk too; or at least walk with...She was enjoying the quiet but didn't want to be alone right now. Not after that newborn she had come across. Who knows where the vampire was now...Hopefully not killing anyone else or chancing exposer. The Volturi was something she didn't want around in Washington at all and newborns have luck with attracting them around...Not unless it was Justin then in which case he was more than welcome around here. She walked around for a while before her pants got stuck between two large rocks. "Hmph" She muttered, trying to pull the pants loose....she failed terribly. Now she was stuck... Ginny jerked at her pants leg but there was no avail. She sighed and told herself not to jerk it again... She really didn't want to rip her new pants. They weren't hooked on anything so hopefully they weren't ripped in anyway.

She sighed and looked around to see if it were safe for her to teleport without being seen...Teleporting was the easiest and most lazy way of getting out of being stuck! There was someone around, however, who walked over and helped her free. Once her leg was freed she mouthed a thank you to the other person. The person didn't seem interested in talking because all he did was smile and walk off. She gave a soft shrug and started wondering again...When she breathed in she smelled the scent of another vampire about. "Wonderful..." She thought not wanting to get hurt again. She finally healed up from her last vampire attack and honestly didn't want another. In case of danger though, she was ready to teleport home in the blink of an eye.

She kept herself rather calm before deciding this other was going to hurt her. She turned around and looked for the person who seemed to just be standing around. No movements could be heard so she figured he or she already knew Ginevra was around. "Hello?" She called out in her usual soft voice.

[bloodyjacky]

An irritable sigh came from the direction of the alley-way as Robert knitted his brow into a frown, shaking his head with exaggeration. "We have been addressed first, Janey," he told the snake regrettably. "It would be terribly rude to ignore them, now wouldn't it?" He was full, though, and very content, though he wondered how long that would last. Doubtless the girl would be able to scent the death that currently lay at his feet, and if she failed to do that, his eyes, glowing red from his latest prey, would surely give it away.
He stepped out of the alleyway, the snake around his neck hissing as her small black eyes focused on and scented the half-breed, the rattle on her tail going off.
"Hush, Janey, or you will give me a figurative headache," Robert chided gently, holding out his arm and watching with childish glee as the snake curled around it surreptitiously. He turned to the half-breed then, an amiable smile flickering briefly across his face.
"Good evening, miss. I do hope I did not startle you."

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