Thread: Blood Bonds and Violent Passions (Myself and Makeupedzombie)

I was geared up for the night. Two steel and two wooden combat knives and two throwing knives running the frond and side of each thigh, in holsters, designed to look like garters from the bottom if anyone noticed under the loose knee length back skirt, to make it seem a thing of attraction rather than a thing for defence and quick movement. In times like this supplies were never too good, and human females who were unmarked were a male human's dream. It meant that they stood a chance. Since the un-bitten had never tasted the gratifying indulgence that vampiric males could give. The same went for unmarked males. Females often sought after them also. There were still humans who went the old fashion route of courting a gentleman or a lady, asking her out and meeting her family in their rubble houses fabricated and constructed out of the debris, That's if you're clan wasn't a lucky bunch who found old human buildings untouched by the war. If you were from a different Free Human Clan, both of the clans would have to approve after a several day stay. However, there were groups of humans out there in the barren, desolated wasteland that hadn't managed to retain as much civilized ways as we had. Rouge Humans, were the humans that all Free Human's feared when venturing out alone or even in small groups of two or threes to find supplies medicine, food, fire wood, candles, books, anything you could carry with your arms and hands, - never heavier. They could be out foraging at the same time as Free Human's, and they would take them. Never to be seen again. Perhaps we free humans are an annoyance to the oh, so brilliant and superior vampires , but Rouge groups were so much more dangerous for us than vampires. At least that's what our leaders, one of them being my dad, tells everyone. He changed a lot after he lost mum... it was a Rouge human who killed her, after dad tried to fight a Rouge group to get her back, he failed and that still haunts him but it changed him. My thoughts drifted in and out of different things as I sleeked along the unlit streets of the outskirts, a black leather jacket clung to my figure jammed into a bone corset, draping over my face. A very vampire like outfit, at least the top part. Few would pay attention. Headed towards The Edge, as we called it. I had a few important people I had to meet with tonight at one of the blood bars Neuron's. How fitting for a blood suckers bar, eh? , I thought as I got a bitter taste in my mouth. It started to rain a little, but as I turned the corner, turning through a completely collapsed building I seen the light shining and frankly it hurt my eyes. I wonder if this is what the sun light feels like to a vampire , I mused as I got closer, squinting my eyes. Three rows of a spiked choker fit my neck perfectly, with one matching just at my ankle, just to make it look a little more stylish. It was obviously armour though. The vampire at the door gave me a strange look and said nothing as I walked past him. The lights were dim and there was no heating on. Why would they need it? They're hearts are as cold as ice anyway and their bodies were like the cool rock you find on the beach. I'd never seen a beach. Dad talks about them from time to time. I waited off near the curtained area, she had to be here... scowering the room for her and then I felt the tackle of an embrace. Solerria! sole-er-iea she whispered into my ear, sending slight prickling shivers down my back. I cradled her head of long ginger ringlets, taking in her sent, she smelled smoke. It was comforting to know she had warmth at her Clan. Taking a look over her she was dressed in a similar fashion to me, except with leather trousers instead of a skirt, and most-likely a gun with a silencer tucked in at the back of her jacket. I'm so glad you made it out, My eyes were a little watery. I had been told she died after a clan had been raided by blood suckers but I hadn't believed that. I knew she wouldn't give up that easy, she was smart. Her face mirrored my own feelings, and in a moment we were kissing. Her soft lips on mine and we dared not let go. I wouldn't let go. She was here and real and she wasn't dead. As the kiss continued a tear managed to fall free. Our relationship would never be approved by either of our clans. It would always have to remain secret. Maybe her old clan would have been more accepting, but not the one that had taken her and a few other humans who'd gotten out alive.