In a Casual Mood for Murder((Openish))

[Brian]

((If you want to have an idle chat with a dead man, maybe a lead on into something sort of ploty, or if you have a character you want to give the axe and decided you don't require anything fancier than death by vampire))**no i won't turn you if your in school**

Brian awoke in the evening from a terrible slumber, He was hungry and cold to the touch. Not very enticing to any human or vampire. Harrumphing he pulled himself from new casket, it's former occupant was posed jauntily on the floor with his head perched on his dried skeletal hand and bent knee.

he pulled on his long black jacket from a flower sconce and dusted it off, trying to make it look a little more presentable than just shabby. He sighed as he began to pick off lint and bits of dried grass. He always fell into depression when Amanda picked up new toys. He tried to think of a time it was only the two of them, and found them brief moments in comparison to the years he spent alone and undead. His hunger didn't help his melancholy, He was right about his last meal, it had given him a bit of an upset, even for a vampire.

He thought of how he could get in touch with Amanda, it wasn't like they wrote letters, they always just seemed to find each other. He snorted at his inane and domestic thoughts, really Amanda could be dust in the wind and he would never be the wiser. He could however decide to pine away for her until she either returned or he was dusted as well... that idea suited him no better.

His pale complexion frowned, he grabbed his bowler hat from the top of another tome and dusted it off and pulled on his now presentable jacket.

"William my dear friend! I shall be off! I have plans for drinking and merry making tonight, so you don't have to wait up on my account old man!" he declared cheerily to the decayed man that was posed on the floor, to which in seeming response , teetered a moment then collapsed on the floor.
"Now there's a good man! catching your beauty rest!" He laughed as he tapped his hat on his head and pushed the stone door of the crypt open.

Brian stepped into the open night air, 'breathing' in the bit of dampness in the air and the smell of half wilted flowers.

'What a beautiful night it is going to be!' He thought with a smile as he pushed on out of the cemetery, and away from thoughts of his Amanda.

[Quinn]

(I decided to send in Quinn, cause she's badass...)

Quinn was on her way to the club again. Korbel didn't like it, but she refused to let him boss her around. She wasn't doing anything wrong, and was careful to only flirt a little bit. It actually was quite fun, because she always left the boys wanting more. And anytime the guys tried to get a little fresh, she didn't hesitate to fight back. Of course, sometimes this caused a bit of trouble in the club, but she was pretty good at working the bouncers so that the offending guys got kicked out and not her. After all, she was only defending herself, right?

It was still early and the sun had only set 20 minutes ago, but Quinn was in a hurry. She had learned that it was better to get to the club early, before everyone had drunk a little too much, so that she could slip out early and get back to Korbel before he got jealous and came after her.

Some girls might have been uneasy about cutting through the cemetary after dark, but not Quinn. She wasn't afraid of anything, really, and it was going to get her into trouble one day. Maybe it already had.

She walked with a swift, confident stride through the gates of the cemetary and headed along the path to the back gate, which led out to the street just across from the club. But after a few paces, her keen sense of smell caught a scent she didn't like, and she stopped abruptly.

"Who's there?"

[Brian]

Brian was casually walking along a path of the cemetery, when he paused and sensed someone walking in front of him. He slowed his walk and heard the footsteps halt and an abrupt question.

"Hello, visiting my dearly departed friend William." Brian replied easily, rounding the bend in the walkway and coming into view of a pretty Brunette. She was dressed for a night out, and shimmered with a vibrant glow of being alive.
"I regrettably came too late to say my fair well." he took one last sure step towards the woman and looked at her carefully. She wasn't a vampire, he could tell that right off. His body thrummed with warning just looking at her, but he remained calm. If she wanted to make this chance encounter into a fight, she would have to be the one to throw down the gauntlet. He had enough of trying to fight with females. His thoughts drifted toward Amanda and her little dirt baby, he scowled at finding this thoughts returning to her so quickly after vowing to move on.

"It's...a Safe night, tonight. A good night for walking." he stated casually as he shifted his feet apart. His senses thrilled at thought of fight or flight responses and he wasn't fool enough to think just because she appeared soft in all the right places meant that she wasn't prepared to kill him.

[Quinn]

Quinn had one advantage here... she knew right off that he was a vampire. She could smell it on him... the smell of ashes and dust and death. And while she knew immediately what he was, he didn't know what she was... not yet, anyway. Since the full moon was still nearly a week away, she really was human, for all intents and purposes... just maybe a bit stronger than the average.

And of course, there was the fact that she had no fear... certainly not of this walking corpse.

"Yeah, it's nice," she agreed coolly, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Not really the best time of day to be visiting friends in the cemetery, though. And I have somewhere to be, so I guess I'll just leave you to your business."

[Brian]

Brian laughed, "It's never too late to say goodbye. Day or Night" looking up at the darkened sky he walked deliberately and slowly past her. Turning his gaze back on her face, she wasn't even a bit afraid, not a normal reaction from a seemingly normal girl.

"My Business is done here, But I have to wonder what's your's? Dressed for dancing but walking passed the dead. I'm curious about mysterious women in dark places... " He Finished walking just past her but turned around to still face her. She had a strong and steady beat to her heart, not a flutter or pause. She only looked human, a human could at least have the sense to be startled by a man in a dark place.

"Oh, My Name is Brian, By the way, and Your's would be?" he asked charmingly, dipping his head toward the woman and touching the brim of his hat. He wasn't lying to her, he definitively was curious, if anything this might be an interesting turn to the night.

[Quinn]

Quinn nearly rolled her eyes at him. Ugh, vampires were all so typical. It seemed like they were always putting on some kind of act that they thought would attract their victims. Either it was the "dark and mysterious" act, or the "lonely and tortured" act, or the "I'm so charming" act. It was the latter that this one seemed to have taken, and Quinn was not impressed. She never really liked that type... she was a tough girl and she liked tough guys. Pretty, flowery talk just didn't work with her.

"I'm on my way to the club for a little dancing," she replied easily. "And I thought I'd just take a little shortcut. I like cemeteries. They're so... peaceful. Usually."

She studied him for a moment, just as he had done to her. It was only fair, wasn't it? "I'm Quinn," she replied at last. She did not extend her hand for him to shake.

[Brian]

Brian was to say at least impressed. She was bold and devil may care.
"I like peace as much as the next bloke, but nothing's wrong with a bit of excitement." he smiled, quickly picking up the corners of his mouth and dropping them back to his neutral position.

"So Quinn, How long have you been a monster?" He crossed his arms and looked at her, there wasn't a doubt that in him, she wasn't a human girl. "I'm curious, and you must know full well what I am, " he paused and looked at her steady gaze. "Your heart doesn't even skip a beat, so steady."

Being that he was a Vampire, it meant clearly that whatever she is, they wouldn't be allies right off the bat. Being undead so long only gave him the advantage of knowing his kinds' history. Which was a long and dull as so many of the goblin/wizard uprisings.

[Quinn]

Quinn didn't even flinch as he called her a monster. She'd been called worse, certainly, and he seemed perceptive enough to note that she wasn't afraid of him. A normal human would have been afraid, but then, even before she'd been bitten, Quinn had always been fearless.

"Really, now, there's no need to resort to name-calling," she said smoothly, her lips quirking up in amusement. "You don't see me calling you names, do you, vampire?"

Allowing that to sink in, she crossed her arms over her chest in a casual posture, as though she were simply discussing the weather with an acquaintance.

"Oh, yes, I know what you are. I caught your scent before I even saw you. You smell of ashes and dust. But tell me, what do you think I am?"

[Brian]

Brian smiled and shrugged his shoulders easily, picking up his hands palm upwards, moving as someone with nothing to fear, treating her like a human.
"I'm not name-calling, I'm only saying what we are. It's not like I said you were Inhuman."

"You could be... a Hag" his lips turned upwards a bit higher and dropping his hands to his sides. "Maybe you're out of a muggle folktale, the kind of fae that kidnaps babies for supper, or some sort of Were-animal." he looked at her profile just shining in the evening.
"You did say you could smell Ashes and Dust. " It sort of irked him to know he smelled like ashes and dust...just to remind him he was dead.

[Quinn]

Now Quinn was just a little bit insulted. "Do I look like a hag?" she demanded, scowling at him. Hags were hideous, ugly, and decidedly anti-social. Oh, and they often enjoyed devouring children. Quinn, for one, made it a point never to eat children. They were sticky and gave her indigestion.

"But you got it right on your last guess. I'm a werewolf. So just consider yourself lucky it's not a full moon, or we'd have an epic battle for the ages right here. But don't go getting any funny ideas, Brian. I'm still pretty strong... and I've been told I don't taste very good. At least, that's what the last vampire who tried to bite me said."

[Brian]

Brian rolled his eyes "Muggles think hags change shape." he laughed at her declaration of battle
"I don't have any solidarity toward my kind, their battles and dealing with Witches and Wizards" he grimaced and waved his hand as if shooing away a fly.

" I've remained because I do not get involved." he turned his hand towards his lapel and shined his fingernails. "That means I don't care if one of your kind slayed one of mine, one less immortal to run into I suppose." he looked at his hand and then went back to looking at her.

"Come on now, shouldn't that give you a reason to smile? You apparently taste foul, so I have no intention of eating you, and I have no interest in battle, If you ask me it's a win, win situation!" He smiled and began churning over an idea of trying to befriend the wolf girl, Oh how his Mandy would disapprove...Well most any other Vampire would disapprove, but he was for the most part alone.

[Quinn]

Although werewolves generally moved in packs, and Quinn was no exception there, she was still not especially loyal to her own kind, either. She was more inclined to get involved in a pack war, fighting against another pack, than she was likely to fight a vampire. AS long as there was a mutual understanding between her and the vampire, Quinn didn't really care either way. It was usually too much work to fight a vampire, anyway.

She shrugged and busied herself fluffing her hair while he was checking his fingernails. "I don't fight vampires, unless they get fresh," she said, her posture relaxing. "My mate is the jealous sort, so I don't let anyone get too close. I can't promise he won't kill anyone who tries. But you seem OK to me."

[Brian]

Brian's interest jumped at her dismissive nature, she had agreed to a sort of truce. That was more than fair, it was always trouble dealing with Werewolves, fighting usually led to fleeing or always having silver on you, which meant usually dying.

being a bit of a risk taker, He couldn't continue to pursue being undead if he didn't risk his immortal life. He thought as he continued to heard the steady beat of her heart, that maybe it was that steady sound that lead to the uneasy existence between Vampires and Werewolves. They are strong, even the timid ones, just strumming away the song of being alive, because even the weakest of them, was strong enough to survive meeting a werewolf for the first time.

"I like you, So confident, but I have no intention of disrupting your reputation." He bowed towards her, smiling as he straightened back up.

"If I may make one request, if you please, Do not bring up my condition when we're in polite company." he smiled wider, "I promise not to make any jokes at your expense as well!" he said as he crossed his index fingers and uncrossed them.

[Quinn]

Quinn continued to look him over, amused. Vampires were curious creatures, really. She'd met a few of them in her time, and she could usually tell the very old ones from the recent recruits. This one, she felt certain, was an old one. He had an old-fashioned way about him, and yet he seemed youthful in spirit. He was playful and whimsical, like one who was more used to amusements and frivolity than murder and death. She supposed that could be part of his deceptive charm, and she would be wise to keep him at arm's length, even if she allegedly didn't taste very good.

"Fair enough," she said agreeably, holding out her hand for him to shake. "I won't mention that you're undead, and you don't make any jokes about my having fleas. I can live with that."

[Brian]

Brian laughed and took her smaller hand in his larger one, giving it a gentle shake. "I swear on all that I hold dear!" he said as he let go of her warm hand looking in that moment a tad sheepish.

"I Apologize for that," he wiggled his fingers at her "I haven't had a proper breakfast yet!" He had forgotten his hunger in favor of the interest that was piqued by running into a werewolf that wasn't interested in killing him for the sake of killing him.

[Quinn]

Vampires were an odd sort. Quinn supposed that came from living such unnaturally long lives, since the older vampires seemed to be the oddest of all.

"Well, let's see if we can take care of that little problem," she replied. "Why not come with me to the club? I imagine you've been there before... you seem the type. There are always lots of tasty morsels hanging around there. I actually bit this guy there a while back... I was in my human form at the time, but the idiot claimed he was a werewolf hunter, so I thought it'd be fun to make him a little wolfy himself, if you know what I mean. I wish I'd been there to see him craving raw meat and not knowing why..."

[Brian]

Brian laughed " Such a brilliant plan!" he bowed to her and tipped his hat. he smarted up his coat by buttoning his coat and fussing again with his hat, He offered his arm to Quinn and said "Thank you for the invitation! You're a funny one! that man must be climbing the walls wondering what happened to him!" He smiled feeling his eye teeth grow a little more pointed with anticipation.

[Quinn]

Quinn laughed. She'd say the same thing about him--he was a funny one, to be sure. Most of the vampires she'd known in the past had been rather tedious, but she rather liked this one. He was odd and quirky, and it seemed, he knew how to have fun. Most vampires were into two things--seduction and murder. This one at least seemed to have a few other interests.

"So, tell me, Brian," she said conversationally. "How long have you been Undead? You strike me as one of the old ones."

[Brian]

Brian merely smiled and shrugged again.
"What's the meaning of years anyway..." he was smiling, but the weight of his years sometimes felt like a burden. When he was newer and had his Mandy with him, a century passed like a year. It was Love, blood and merrymaking. Them against everyone. He learned to read in a few different languages, play different instruments and had his hands stained with paints. It was almost a second childhood, if children were born adults and drank blood instead of milk. He grew to independence, Left his beloved mad Mandy for yet another century or more. All he really knew is that he got terribly lonely and missed the comfort of someone near him. His life continued like that; adventures then boredom, then loneliness. These were interesting times he found himself in, the danger of being on either side was as great as it was the last time a Dark Lord had risen and he wasn't bored or alone.

"I am old." he stopped smiling a moment. "Let it just be that, I'm old and dead and you Werewolves...You're so...Alive." he said the word like it was hot in his mouth. If there was a reason why Vampires and Werewolves fought, it was for the petty jealousy, He lived too long and Werewolves LIVED too shortly. It was a life of moonlight and blood and so much glorious running in the sun. Human and with a heartbeat that beat like a drum marching toward a bloody battle. If it was food or sex, it didn't matter much for a Werewolf. They took days and moonlight.
Brian couldn't find it in his worn smooth heart to be jealous anymore. He lived long enough not to long for the sun.

[Quinn]

It was true; Quinn lived a life of immediacy... she wanted to experience everything and see everything. She loved fresh air and sunshine, clouds and rain and snow... but mostly she loved the moonlight. But a werewolf's life was often a hard one, and thus it was often short. Transformations were hard on the body as bones cracked and twisted and rearranged themselves to become the wolf. Each full moon was a time of violence and rage bursting forth from its fragile human cage. The beast ravaged the body, leaving them exhausted and weak. Sometimes even Quinn, with all of her vivacious energy, was reduced to a pale, listless state after a full moon. There was only so long the human body could withstand that sort of stress, and if they were not killed while fighting or hunting, most werewolves died of something similar to old age.

"But age does mean something. It means nothing to you because you've existed for so long.... but I can only imagine the things you could have seen and done. You could have watched the French revolution or the rein of Henry the Eighth. Were you old enough to see Shakespeare's plays performed for the first time? Have you traveled all over the world? Do you even remember being human?"