ᗰYTᕼOᒪOGIᑕ (multi-lit supernatural creatures rp, very open)

[[leobloise better late than never]]

Viola had waited decades for this moment. Literally, decades. She, like many vampires of a certain age, had acquired through the centuries a taste for particular blood. Her’s wasn’t particularly unusual -- she prefered women, either virgins or women in the first few weeks of pregnancy with either A or O, or AB positive blood grouping (but not B on it’s own). And they had to be rich in iron, with a low white blood count and an average platelet count. It might sound specific, but Viola was an expert hunter -- knowing when and how to make kills so no one would suspect. Yet, it wasn’t what she wanted that was the problem it was how she wanted it.

One of the things that separated humans from general livestock animals was that pigs and cows would eat slop -- food all mashed together and mucky, that was so disgusting it looked like it was the same substance that went in and went out of their bodies. Yet, humans, liked style -- finesse -- with their food. They had whole countries and crafts -- patissering and chocolatiering, to make food look good rather than taste good.

It was like what Viola had about her hunts. She liked her hunts to be specific -- to have a certain order to them. She liked to seduce her kill. Problem was, she didn’t like to sleep with women. I mean, she’d done it, after five hundred years who hasn’t? But it normally didn’t do much for her.

So she’d found a little someone who was a nice combination between masculinity and femininity -- a hybrid child, so to speak. They used to be left out in the cold to die until recently, but this one had been kept alive and raised into a man. He was eighteen now. So, for his birthday, Viola had rescued him from the damp little village in Canada he’d lived in and brought him to Brazil where he’d been taught the adult arts and at that moment she had bedded him -- quite a few times at that. A few injections and inseminations or so later and he was ready -- at last, finally, his blood would be hers.

The location of her feast was not a hard decision to make. There was this club, in Curitiba, called ‘Under the sea’ and ran by a siren she knew from a few decades back. The club wasn’t literally under the sea, but it was under the radar of local law. Yet, drug deals and contract killings weren’t all that went on in the club. There were quite a few supernaturals here too. The werewolves stayed away, but there were some vampires. The eldest of which was just under 200. A baby.

They knew she was here, of course, but didn’t dare speak to her. That little undercurrent of fear she felt from all of them only heightened her happiness. This would be an evening to remember.

There she was, sitting on a stool by the bar, the dubstep music blaring ever so loud and lights flashing like a thunderstorm. Junkies were snorting their powder, a few poor souls were getting beaten up, one or two were getting drank -- Viola didn’t care. She looked into the eyes of her prey, who was dancing provocatively on her lap, and smiled. This was it.

But to enjoy such a kill, all her senses had to be opened fully. But even if they hadn’t she would have felt the shift.

My...my god. It can’t be… What? How?! Why?! Where?! How?!?

The thoughts, the surprise, was to intense to articulate. All Viola could do was use actions. She looked past Adam, her kill, and straight towards the impossible woman out there on the dance floor. Her eyes stopped glowing like they did in the hunt and dulled down to their natural chestnut. Her hair was still in that tight bun, but it felt like every strand on her head would soon fall of in surprise. The signature thin red lips, parted in an agape mouth.

With one swipe from her titanium laced and sharpened fingernails she slit Adam’s throat, then pushed the corpse over onto the floor. The smell of the blood didn’t even cause her to blink.

The vampire slid off her stool and stepped forward, her black stilettos unheard by all in the room except her, and well, the other as well -- only they would have the heightened senses to filter that noise out from the deafening dubstep.

Once she arrived just inches away from her...her equal, she looked her over and concentrated just a little harder. She was...wait...she was even older than Viola! Even older...she thought that was impossible after she’d killed Gerrard in 95’. Only by a few precious years. She never thought such a small amount of time could be important to her anymore.

In keeping with the abilities of a half millennia vampire, she could tell the woman’s age, powers and such. But that meant she could tell all of Viola’s statistical information too. How….interesting. How new.

“I don’t know whether I should be angry...afraid…” she said, knowing only the other could hear her in the club noise, “or a little turned on,” the vampire finished with a wicked smile.”