Delia couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of running free in the woods on a full moon. She wasn't with her pack and she didn't care. Delia didn't even know if she would have a pack after tonight. At the moment she could careless. Delia stopped when she caught a scent. Delia growled. The scent that she caught was of a vampire. There was a vampire in her town. She took off fast towards the scent. Once she got to the vampire she was careful about making sure that the vampire didn't know that she was there before it was to late. Delia calmed herself before she jumped at the vampire. Since the vampire had no idea that Delia was there before hand the vampire didn't last long. Delia stopped when she her a sound. She growled not happy with whoever was going to end her time running free on a full moon.
Malia never needed sleep, after ten years of being undead she never felt tired or anything. She would take an occasional nap here and there because she wanted too but as she tried to find an outfit for Erik’s party the night before, she yawned for the first time and was a little concerned but brushed it off, she hadn’t slept in 3 years so maybe she just wanted a nap. She put the black dress down and changed into her silk pajamas's and walked into her master room where she never slept she usually did other things. She curled into a ball bringing her knee’s to her chest as she felt her eyes closed for the first time in years, drifting off to sleep.
Malia didn’t dream, she would just float in blackness but tonight she had a nightmare. She only had nightmares when she was alive growing up when her father was out of town. This nightmare surrounding her death, her final death she was back with the vampires who turned her, begging for her life. She was still human, she felt her heart beating almost out of her chest, crying and begging with everything she had but instead of turning her like they actually did the vampires not spare her, they decided to kill her. She woke up as they brought the knife to her heart.
As she sat up quickly from the nightmare, her arms clutching her chest, she felt something moving, and it was beating really fast... It was her heart. Her heart was beating.
She jumped out of the bed running into the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror trying to get her fangs to come out but they wouldn’t she couldn’t feel them. Malia stumbled back, hitting the wall staring at herself in the mirror. “No! No! NO! NO!” She started screaming, as her stomach growled, the lust for blood was gone, she wanted... Pancakes...
“I need to find a vampire right now.” She growled, storming into her room, getting dressed she saw the dress for Erik’s party and remembered when he said about something with the blue moon.
She collapsed on the bed and sighed softly. “I’m still a vampire, I’m still a vampire and I’m going to that party.” She told herself before going back to the mirror pulling out the brush and began to brush her hair, and thought for a good place in town to get a pancake.
Marcus arrived at the Jameson cellular late. He had fallen asleep with Rose and was almost dark when he left by the time he made it, it was dark. He was normally the first one there but tonight he would be the last to join the group, he could feel the tension in the air as he walked in, everyone was silent but it wasn’t the normal silent they were used too, it was more awkward then anything. His eyes found Derek whose whole body was tense and looked angry, Marcus shrugged off his jacket and looked at everyone. “What? I’m here.” He snapped before looking at Derek. “What’s wrong with you?” He asked his beta.
Ophelia walked into the Hawtorn estate, Felix and Lilou in tow. After checking her coat, she turned to Lilou petting her cheek affectionately, kissing her temple, and then to Felix, taking his hand and kissing his palm. Smiling, she told them both, “Go have fun, and remember you must ask to play. Bring me any information you feel would be useful, but really, tonight is about having a good time.”
Walking from the entryway into the large living room, Ophelia went to the food first, considering what she should should pick first. “Everything looks so good. What would you try first?” she asked the person next to her.
The noise coming from Erik’s house reassured the blonde that she wasn’t going to bump into him. Well not right away. He would probably tease her if he saw her since she made it kind of clear she didn’t want to go. She wasn’t planning on it until Lana was going.
When Kennedy walked in, she made her way towards the kitchen for a drink. As she poured herself something, she felt someone tap her shoulder. “Can I help you?” She asked before turning around to see who it was.
There was a perilous atmosphere about the night tonight, nocturnal reveries to ensue forth in subdued expanses, flickering artificial lights and a tiny bit of disturbing noises that mostly bothered the puzzled vampire. However, she kept hearing a certain name over and over. The town was filled with dripping whispers of venomous rumours and places. There was no way she wouldn’t check this one out. There was an inquisitive stare upon pallid physiognomy, searching, stalking, preying. Despite the still lingering individuals and curious eyes she had no joy in approaching, she kept a dormant silence. Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth before biting on her lower lip, the rim of acute teeth scraping against sanguine lips that for some reason, tonight, craved more than just socializing.
But she was adjourned of any other desires, for the malice within her would it not be controlled, it would only spring forth like sharp wires of a hazardous aftermath. However, looking forth, she spotted the resemblance she knew. Or rather, used to know. The stars she wished to spot through the ceiling may have already begun warning her to just stay there, and not to get closer. But she no longer trusted their scintillating utterance, because the moon looked too suspicious; a colour she truly adored but not quite welcomed. She felt vexed, and utterly caught in a nest of fear.
Soon, she began her stride, and walked towards him, closer and closer still. Her most beloved companion and most trusted falcon. Perhaps, in centuries, the most enchanting personification of the nebulae. Vision blurred and was repealed as the hastening of foreground rushed to meet him. Then, Madeline stood there, serenity gleaming in her eyes. “Erik,” she wearily drew her eyes forth, dartmouth green meres widening into inconceivable reconciliation. It was all she could possibly bring herself to mutter, for now. But she was just as he remembered her; a doll-like figure with vines of auburn cascading down the pallor of swan-like shoulders and a svelte figure as if someone was thoroughly careful about crafting such piece of poetry.
