Thread: LittleRed's Rp Starters

VampirexSlayer plot can be fixable You won't leave me, right? Of course not.We will be together always. But how, I'm only a hu- Shhh..say no more.I will make you immortal.The blood you have taken from me shall keep you alive for long, but with my bite, you shall forever be mine. Just as the vampire leaned in close to bite his new wedded wife, his home was invaded by his covent.Cursed he was, he was pulled away from her and she from him.She screamed and kicked, but had no strength to stay at her husbands side. Wait for me, my love.I shall return.He said and disappeared into the night. Fifty years later, the young woman roamed the streets of London, looking as if she was still twenty, rathar seventy.She thanked her ex-husband for that.For fifty years, Emille has refused to wed, thinking that her beloved vampire husband would return for her.But no, now, she is looking for him, not for love, but for vegeance.She was s slayer.She hunted creatures of the night and was payed to do it.At times, the vampires she killed, she drank their blood in order to keep her immortaliy going.She was mostly after that one particular man.He promised to come to her, but instead, she had found him.In a pub, flirting with another woman.She had brushed passed him, moved infront of his gaze, but he didn't actknowledge.She was played, her taken while he asked to have her wed him.The year was 1840, and Emille is still in search of her husband, to find and to kill for all the pain she had suffered. Gist of the story is.Fifty years ago, human falls in love with vampire.They wed and such, only he was taken away by his family.She had drank his blood, keeping herself alive, but when he doesn't return she goes out and looks for him.After twenty or so years, she finds him..in the arms of another woman in a pub.Gets pissed and becomes a slayer.The vampire it seems has amnesia.He doesn't remember wedding a human, let alone sleeping with one, since he is disgusted by them, especially the slayers.When he finds out about the slayer who is hunting him, curiousity sparks his mind, and decides to capture her rather then she nab her and interragate in the only way he can.Wooing her...again Emille, no longer DeMartos, but instead was back to being Emille Santille, roamed the streets of London, eyes peeled, hand inside her left coat pocket, gripping a silver gun filled with silver bullet.She was drapped in black and nothing but black.Her long black hair that stopped at the small of her back was let loose as it flowed with the gentle night wind.Her blue eyes scanned her surrounding, looking for anything out of ordinary.She was only 5'7, 125lbs and was...a slayer.Yes, she was a slayer, the only known female that hunted down the streets of London, or even out side of London, for things that weren't meant to exist.She had two revolvers in both her black coat pockets.A throwing dagger inside her black boot.A small knife sheathed at her thigh.She also carried holy water, silver dust and rosemary, since some creatures couldn't stand the smell and it disoriented their sense of smell. She needed to wear clothing that was easy enough to move.Ditching wearing dresses like she always did when she was little girl, she went for more like pants and a corsette.A yes, she fitted herself with tight black pants that hugged her curves, a black, laced corsette that shapped her waists and pushed her ample 32C breasts up and wore metal fronted leather boots with a small heel.She was danger on legs.She was out searching for one particular creature.A vampire if you will.Her ex-husband cheating, lying bastard ass husband, who left her fifty years ago and never returned.She was given word that supposed he hung around the back alleys near Sir Diggal's pubs and so, here she was.Out at midnight looking for him, waiting, searching.The air was cold, her breathe coming out in smokes.Would she find him this night, or be like every other night where she found a different creature instead.