Dead In Her Eyes

[raven]

Raven stood at the center of this dark city and licked her lips, all those who passed through her eyes, were dead to her. The shadows turned even blacker once they passed through over her gaze. Seemingly making them even darker but in another way entirely. She moved through the streets of darkness, the stories she heard about this place had captured her attention and she just had to see this place for herself...and everything so far was as such...She smirked, she one day would comand the darkness itself, one day soon.

[Trixice]

Shadow among shadow, lusterous white in each and every eye, like the inside of a sea's shell. Dead to the very floating formation of ash, was almost everything in this locked shell of spirits. A shadow moving somewhat out of time with the rest stepped up nearby the young lady who walked with quite a grace, her tongue having just passed over her lips.

As a smirk crossed the female's features, and this woman a few meters behind her smirked too, coming up to walk alongside her; at a distance of about three meters. "Takes your breath away, don't you think?" She whispered in a husky tone, as though any louder might send the motionless, hollow buildings around them crumbling.

[raven]

Raven looked up and chuckled, "Mmm for a city of darkness, sure." The darkness rippled across her skin as the quite laugh left her. So Raven had never meant anyone who had been made part of the darkness like herself and glanced toward the shadows.

[Trixice]

Trixice nodded as she spoke, and continued walking, holding out her gloved hand to let it pass through the mist and chilled condensation that seemed to surround them. It was quite a relaxing abode if one so chose to dwell here, and it was almost enjoyable to feel the shiver of a spirit's fingers tickle one's spine.

"What do you think the word darkness means, in regard to this place?" Trixice asked softly, letting her copper eye travel over the girl before gaxing out through the mist again. It was a wonder they didn't lose their footing in the fog, although at the same time it could very nearly feel as though the beings in this abandoned citadel were guiding each and every one who entered their resting ground. It left the imagination to wonder where they were being guided.

[raven]

"The Darkness here, is filled with spirits of old, and those who don't have their wits about them, will lose themselves in the fog, and perhaps lose more than that." She moved across the shadows, not making a sound, her breathing was the only thing close to autoble about her.

[Trixice]

The woman continued walking, listening to the other female carefully, pondering in her mind whether she agreed or not. Lowering her hand, she slid both her palms into her deep cloak pockets, letting the sides billow around her as she walked, her boots clicking soundly against the cold ground.

"Do you enjoy company?" She then asked, jerking her head to toss strands of her fringe from her features. Trixice kept her visible eye on the toes of her boots as she walked, patiently waiting for an answer, which would assist in her decision of whether to depart or not.

[raven]

" You're not annoying me, so stay if you wish." She continued to move along, indifferent to the company, either way she would end up departing sooner or later.

[Count Rami Ahasha]

Count Rami Ahasha was the dark vampire prince gaurding the citadel.......waiting for blood. He then noticed two young strangers coming towards him. He walked towards them and it looked as if though he was gliding.

When he reached them he said,"I am Count Rami Ahasha, the vampire prince......and what to you require from Viktor Delacro. Only those who want to be under his service are welcome. The rest......will get my teeth into their necks." His bright blue eyes glowed in the dark.

[raven]

"I serve no one." Her eyes flashed with level of anger and the shadows started to lash out, hissing and raging. Her binding to the darkness would not allow her to serve anyone else...even if she had agreed to such a thing. She moved back a step, lightly levitating off the ground.

[Count Rami Ahasha]

The Count gave an evil smile and said,"Ah you don't have to serve anyone. Its just a matter of trust. I can sense the darkness inside you. What brings you all the way up in the mountains to this lonely citadel? It favours only those of the dark side!"

The Count then said,"You will have your freedom. You will have your rights. All we ask is that the darkness inside you may be used and also the blood!"

[raven]

She glared, the darkness would not and could not be 'used' by anyone else but her. She could not swear her life to anyone, the only one who came close to the right was David. She put her hands together, she contiplated her options, she watched him, her eyes dark with anger.

[Trixice]

Trixice said nothing as the other female answered her with a somewhat neutral answer. She kept her eyes unseen as her hat's brim covered them and she stared at the toes of her boots. Trixice heard the other being approach and glanced up now, to fix her copper-gold gaze on him as he introduced himself foolishly and babbled on about his alliance - with some other form of stupidity no doubt.

Trixice curved her brow to the heavens and tipped the brim of her hat up, letting the dyed-purple feather attached to it bob in the air lightly. The tattoo's along her jaw and around her molten eye were very visible now, and her dark cropped fringe was once again shielding her other calculating eye from view. She smirked over rusty-painted lips.

"Vampire Prince eh?" She said with an air of surprise. "Surely if you were of royalty you would know how to greet two ladies properly then?" She pushed with a solid gaze, heightening his existence to an expectation of proved status. He was merely another mouse in her coming game.

Frankly, he was a fool.