Thread: Reawakening: A DontxBlinkk and Ser Issac of Clarke RP

Vampires were a myth. They and their blood sucking ways were too busy sitting in mystery and romance novels, twisted and turned into some strange romantic notion that most could barely begin to understand. Something about their ancient ways had caught the interest of the public which in turn was beginning to draw these dark creatures out into the open. This was obviously a problem. Kaylee Cornett was one of those who was now living at risk of being discovered by the average human in the outside world. This fifty-four year old redhead had been down the risky path several times, most more times than she wanted to admit, but this time was certainly the worst. With the new media outlets, cell phones and email, it was easy to see why she was worried about her state of life changing. It had been years since the government had begun to take over the vampire's way of living, often shifting from a tolerable point to a dangerous one, but even with those in high command trying to push the media away from the blood sucking beings, they refused to turn a blind eye to the blood-drained bodies, those mysterious millionaires or the club-hopping punks who wandered the street at night. To them, everyone had the chance of being a member of the strange club and they wanted to get their claws into them. The sound of Kaylee's three inch heels barely made a sound against the concrete floors of the Orchid Lounge. The familiar pulsing beat echoed through the air, giving life to everyone inside and hypnotizing them into one activity dancing. Those who stepped foot inside of the club were typically after one of two things a way to forget their troublesome day or for a bite to eat without worrying about someone breathing down their backs. The Orchid Lounge was one of many clubs in London that catered to the vampire community and offered them a solid place of safety from the peering eyes of the humans of the outside world. Most of those inside were vampires, feeding off of the consensual humans who worked for the club while others were average people who were curious about their lifestyle and wanted to feel the bite of the powerful creatures. Kaylee was in charge of making sure those curious humans didn't get out of hand. It was easy for one to step into the wrong area and get themselves in trouble without knowing what they had done wrong. It wasn't often that a situation like that arose, but when it did, the vampires had to jump on it before another body was found outside of the building. When there wasn't a problem, Kaylee's job was to give the curious beings what they wanted and feed off of their live forces. It was a wonderful job, for the most part, and this redhead wouldn't give it up for the world. It gave her enough money to keep her apartment in the city and it offered her the protection that every vampire wished for in this day. For creatures that were once feared, these predators were lingering just under the radar of a prey run world... Their ancestors would be disappointed in them. Another shift down, another night almost over. Kaylee retreated to the spare room in the building to slip out of her faithful heels and into something far more practical for walking the streets in. Despite her form fitting, strawberry red dress, the woman slipped her feet out of the pumps and into a pair of white running shoes. They certainly weren't something she would wear while working, but they were far more comfortable on the walk home than anything else she had in her wardrobe. She let a sigh escape her pink painted lips as she tied her knee-length peacoat around her waist, nimble fingers working at the buttons to cover up her dress. Even with it on, her legs were open to the city air. You working tomorrow? a voice asked from the doorway of the room. Kaylee raised her steel grey eyes to the small locker in front of her before tipping her head, ruby red hair falling calmly onto her shoulders. I never work Sundays, she answered her friend before pushing the door closed and turning around. Her words flowed like a rich chocolate from her lips, laced with a slight British accent that she had faded into over her time in England. Her eyes looked tired, for once in a long while, showing just a hint of how old she really was. Thanks to the slow ageing technique of being a vampire, her curved frame didn't look much older than twenty-five. It was perfect. Ah right. I never remember that. The redhead slung her traditional Swiss army backpack over her shoulder before starting towards the door, a small roll of her eyes telling the man she didn't quite believe him. You always say that, Cole. And I always have to remind you. I believe your memory is fading. She flicked his forehead with a manicured nail before sliding past him and out the door. Both of her hands slid into the pockets of her jacket before her co-worker could say another word, symbolising that she was done with this conversation and there was nothing Cole could do about it. I'll see you on Monday, she finally said as she turned around, nudging her hip against the back door out of the club, giving him one final wave of her hand before leaving for the night. The air was slightly chilled outside, but what else could she ask from London? This was expected and it was one of the reasons why she called it home. As soon as she got down to the sidewalk and started the trek home, she knew it would feel better. And boy was she right. Down on ground level, it was near perfect to walk home in. The sky was clear, whatever breeze was there was warm enough to enjoy and the streets were quite bare. The sound of the club faded as she made her way away from the walls, leaving her with just the occasional sound of a car to keep her company as she started back to the place she now called home.