We're on two different sides but our lusts remain.

[homesweetholex]

The world was a cold, dark place at times. Some creatures would only ever see that side of the world. Others, alike to Beau, would branch out and see the world for themselves, not the disgusting portrayal planted in their minds from birth. Birth, of course, starting not at Beau's transformation, but after. He'd been murdered at the age of twenty-three, but he wasn't actually dead. His murderer was none other than the leader of all Vampires, but he could only keep a hold on his newborn for so long. Beau couldn't accept feeding on innocent people, turning against those who'd nurtured him for all his years. It took him a while to get away from the Clan, though, and now, an outcast, he lived alone in Miami, hiding from the Clan, who were all too close. He was a young Vampire, only with a little over a hundred years of experience. He ignored all the Clan had taught him, and lived by his own rules.

The humans are friends, they are not to be fed on.
The Vampires, also friends, but trust none, never truly befriend one. They see me as the enemy. They think of me as weak.

And they did. Beau was exiled when he left them. Their leader, Gairo, decided he'd either leave and be exiled forever, or stay and obey. The latter was not chosen, and Beau took his own course. It was difficult, and he went hungry a lot. He hunted in the scarce woodlands Florida would offer him, and usually his enhanced sense of smell would get the job done, along with his superb strength and speed. Sometimes, though, there would be humans nearby. Humans he shared his community with. He could not be seen hunting. Nor would he be seen going to his home. It was obvious by his house he wasn't normal.
He lived in a nice neighborhood, in a nice set of apartments. Well... under a nice set of apartments. He was allergic to sunlight, as were all others of his species, so he did all he could to stay protected. There was a staircase leading down, almost like a resturante you'd see in a busy city. He was generally safe, unless someone observed closer. His tiny windows were boarded up, there were eight locks on his door, and a big red 'X' was painted on the front. As much as he wanted to fit in, he didn't want any visitors.

Going out in the day time was difficult for him. Aside from having to cover his body in such heat, he'd need to be extra careful about everything he did. He'd need to be sure to have a vile of blood on him at all times for emergencies. He kept this around his neck, worn as a necklace, under his shirt. He'd need to cover up his pitch black eyes with blue colored contacts. His clothing would need to completely cover his skin, so if he dared to go out in the day he'd generally be seen with black jeans black boots, a black T-Shirt, and a black trench coat. Along his neck he wore a black scarf. Atop his messy brown hair he'd wear a black beanie. His eyes were covered with the most expensive brand of sunglasses he could find. Of course on the rest of his face he'd wear the strongest SPF sunscreen he could find, and kept it in his pocket to apply ever half hour or so. It did him good, but his cheeks were always redder than the rest of his body. His hands were always in the pockets of his coat. As for all the black, the sun absorbs in black the best, and would keep it away from his skin. It was rare he went out in the daytime anyways, though.
Generally, you would find him sulking the nighttime bare chested, vile of blood tucked inside his boots, along with his black pants.

That was the story right now. Beau had left home hours ago, and had been lurking the park for just a few hours. When he was alone like this he really thought about how things would be if he was still in the Clan. Sometimes he regretted his decisions, only because he was so damn alone, but it wasn't often. He was proud of his individuality, and he was living pretty normally. The humans around him had no idea he was different. If they'd ever see the monster side of him, though, things would be so much different, and he'd be slayed immediately, no doubt about it. He wondered why he hadn't yet... his presence had to be known, slayers weren't stupid.

For now, though, he'd sit idly at a picnic table, fondling the vile of blood in his hands. He always did this, fingered the bottle, imagining the taste. He hadn't had human blood in so long... the last time he'd encountered it was fighting one of the Clan off of a young teenager. The blood splashed onto his lips and he nearly lost it. His life was more complicated than any other Vampire he knew, with all of the responsibilities he'd taken on. He hid so many dark secrets though... The people he's killed... The crime's he's committed...

He also faced himself. Bisexual, and he hated it. He hated it with every ounce of his being. He was a monster, and he was raised with the hate for homosexuals, and he himself was what his father called a 'mut'. That was used in two ways now. He'd never admitted his lust for the other sex. He wouldn't. He couldn't. There were too many sides of himself he couldn't stand. His mind was a mess, and sometimes this drove him mad. He constantly faces outbursts of anger, depression, and sometimes schizophrenia. Generally, though, he was Beau Brighten, an undercover Vampire who really didn't know who he was, or what he was meant for.

He heard a rustling in the bushes and his head turned at breakneck speed, and his fangs descended. A rabbit came from the darkness, and he snarled. That would do nothing for someone his size. 205 pounds and 6'4"? There was no way.

((Alright, I might rewrite this. /: I really don't like it. But if this is acceptable for you I won't bother.))

[Jayy]

He dug his shovel deep into the earth, then picked it back up once again, throwing the dirt outside of his growing hol. He let out a long sigh, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm. His leather jacket was rolled up to his elbows, trying to get the job done. After the hole was sought deep enough, and about twenty minutes of pure digging, he picked up the body he had laying next to the hole. He looked at it for a moment, looking so peaceful in it’s time of death. It was a very beautiful woman with strawberry blonde hair. He remembered the way her lips felt so alive against his own. And even better, the blood from her breast had tasted as sweet as a strawberry shortcake. He chuckled to himself softly, roughly tossing the body into the hole as he began to dig the dirt of her pale face. Slowly, you could see less and less of her as the dirt filled up the hole.

Andy pushed the long raven black hair from his Caribbean sea blue eyes. He patted the dirt down firmly with the shovel and tossed the shovel to the side. Honestly, they were a dime a dozen and he wasn’t going to be seen walking around Miami at night with such a thing. He was buried into a natural [park off to the side of Miami where he his in the trees, a favorite spot of his. It wasn’t as nice as his original park, but he had watched the News one night to see that a toddler had dug up one of his graves thinking it was a sandbox, finding a young man that had been missing for months. He figured it was in his best intentions to relocate.

He began to walk from the brush, his black cowboy boots making a defiant crunch among the dry leaves from the Miami heat. Of all the places he had chosen to settle, he had chosen the one place where it got to outrageous temperatures. He regretted not locating in Alaska. Alas, he did make a healthy living here. His skin was always a vibrant pale color from the amount of blood he got. Lucky for him, all the “cool” kids were powdering there faces white so he could blend in amongst the “Goths”. He wore all black clothes and strictly refused to come out during the day. He spent hi day time sleeping and playing backgammon by himself in an nice apartment overlooking the ghettos of Miami. The apartment was well sized and he could afford it by pick pocketing his victims and using their credit cards. It was something he had picked up from Los Angeles, but not from fellow vampires. He noticed it in muggings and murders, something in which he was doing both of.

Though altogether, Andy didn’t typically pick random people off and do away with them. He didn’t tend kill children or anything of the sort. Not saying that he wouldn’t, but his eye was on a much better surprise. He enjoyed playing with his food. It was something not enough vampires did, they just liked to swoop in and such someone’s blood, then move away. No Andy liked to Wine and Dine them, invite him back to his place for a little bit of raunchy sex, then sucked the blood right from there dick in front of their eyes. And with their last breaths, they could only moan his name out, for he was a very passionate love maker. It may not have ever been love for him, but if he was going to kill the innocent schmuck, he was going to make it the best night of their lives. Typically he found company at local bars. His favorite was handsome and beautiful young tourists. Being a vampire, he wasn’t picky about his gender. To him, gender meant nothing. The only difference he sought was that he could urinate standing up, which came in handy when you were too drunk to function. Another one of life’s perks, was Andy tended to drink his nights away. His favorites of course, bloody Mary’s and red wine. The things that reminded him of blood.

Andy did never like the flavoring of animals, for he felt they reminded him to much of human food. Yes, he could just get a hamburger at McDonalds and have all the blood in the world, but he much rather taste the finer quality. There was nothing better then a drunken female who couldn’t stand up straight. There blood always gave him quite the buzz. With his intake, his skin felt warmer than that of a vampire who didn’t eat enough. His eyes were more inviting and his stance was better defined. Andy was a rather skinny man, although he stood at around six feet and three inches. He looked like a toothpick almost. Certainly, he could be broken in half. This was a common misconception by men at his bar’s, for when they punched him, and he would dramatically fall back. When they were to start walking away, he would simply stand up and snap there neck, rushing on to find a new club. Yes, he didn’t have a very high value for life.

Now he walked through the dark park with the crisp sound of dried leaves under his boots. He wore tight leather pants that tucked into his cowboy boots. They were low on his hips, accenting his hip bone. If they were any lower, his package would be hanging out for the party. He had on a black v-neck top, which was a step up from his usual attire which included simply a leather vest. The v-neck didn’t quite come down all the way and showed a strip of skin above his pubic area, where his hips were. It was a sliver of porcelain white skin. Over his v-neck he wore a black leather jacket. On his hands were black fingerless gloves in which once he was hungry, could hide the fact that his hands were almost ice. It was never a turn on for some reason when someone had cold hands. He had his hair down long, just brushing past his shoulders, which tonight he didn’t take much care to so it was slightly wavy and continuously falling into his eyes. His pale skin was accented by the thick black eyeliner he wore around his eyes, simply an aesthetic thing he used. His bright blue eyes cut through the night like a cats. He found himself near a bench and was startled to see a man sitting on it. He took a moment, looking at him from where he stood still several yards away. He paused next to the tree, his eyes assessing the situation. Something wasn’t right about this male. He took a moment, hesitating in his tracks. This certainly wasn’t a human. He couldn’t hear the blood in his veins. Honestly, this man sounded dead. He stared at him for a moment longer, realizing that the man was very alive, or at least moving. He moved closer, going towards the picnic table, sliding in on the other side of the man.

It was suddenly very apparent what this man was.

“Good evening, sir,” he said in his seductive and sultry tone of voice, flipping the hair out of his eyes with a brisk movement of his head.


((what are you talking about, this is AMAZING! I have to say, I feel decent about my intro!))

[homesweetholex]

((UNF, here he is(; Yum.))

Completely lost in his thoughts, Beau was oblivious to the world around him. He forgot the moon, the stars, the breeze, and the living. He didn't even think about the dead. On his mind, right now, was the morning. There was a fair going on tomorrow, during the day, closing just two hours after sunset. He used to love the fair; the people, the adrenaline, the rides, the junk food. He'd gone every year of his human life from age twelve. He couldn't believe fairs were still going on, a hundred years later. If anything, they were better than before. He couldn't even go to them now. After the sun went down he could check it out, but it wouldn't be the same. He couldn't do all the same things.

In the middle of his thoughts he heard a voice. His head turned quickly, and he stood up in his own defense. With one look, one smell, he knew this was another vampire. Beau studied him, read his body language, and briskly checked to see if their were any obvious weapons under his clothes. He didn't have a harmful stature, or any obvious intent to harm him, but still his fangs fell for his own defense. He nodded his head in greeting and took a step to the side. He collapsed his hand around the vile and let out a deep sigh. "What are you doing out here? I'm not looking for any trouble, you might as well carry on."

Shit. He might know who I am. He might want to tear me apart. Destroy me. Wreck me. Or turn me to their side.

But that was just him jumping to conclusions. He was the paranoid type, and that sometimes did get in the way. He did wonder, though, what he was doing out here. He almost never saw anyone in this park after the sun went down. It's like the residents of the city knew not to ever come here, because he came here. Because he was a monster.

This Andy, though, there was something different going on here and he couldn't put his tongue on it. He couldn't feel his hatred. Perhaps he didn't know who he was after all. He took a step forward, and bent down to tuck the blood in his shoe. He stood back up and ran a hand through his hair as a distraction. He could not look away from him. He wouldn't admit his attraction to this other vampire, then again, he didn't have to, it was obvious by the way he stared, then avoided looking at him. Of course, though, looking like that, Andy had to have been used to the attention, and probably, hopefully, thought nothing of it.

[Jayy]

((Would you be totally offended if I resized your images? I don't have too haha.))

Andy put up his hands to show the man that he had no weapon. He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side as he watched the man. He saw as his fangs came down and he couldn’t help but smile slightly, watching the boy over react to his simple greeting. “Do people usually jump your bones when they say hello?” he asked out of curiosity. He set his hands back down on the table, folding them together. He looked at the man in disbelief. It had been a rather long time since he had seen another vampire yet he wasn’t hostile to them. He just continued to look at him with his fangs out as though Andy were trying to attack him.

“I don’t bite to hard,” he teased, winking at the other man. He was quite entertained by the thought of this man being so fearful of him. He had never really done anything to anyone. Okay, maybe he was a literal cold hearted serial killer, was that really his fault? He looked the man up and down, slowly rolling his eyes over the six-pack. He couldn’t help but to oogle such a thing. Andy was very skinny, and being so skinny he didn’t have a six-pack. He didn’t have anything there, really. Just pale white skin. He almost went in, he was so skinny. Like a toothpick in the night. He moved the mess of hair form his eyes with his hand and smiled at the man. It was a mixture of friendly and seductive, showing his pearly white teeth. His fangs were not out yet you could tell from the care he took of his teeth, they would certainly be sharp.

“What are you doing out here all alone? Gotta boyfriend you’re waiting for?” Andy was automatically assuming this vampire was gay. It was simply the way he was. Any man who looked twice at him, he assumed was gay. It was more of the fact that since Andy did not associate people with genders, he simply assumed everybody was the same way. He forgot from time to time that “gay” was seen as a taboo in the world. “I don’t think humans come around here this time of night… except a few raunchy making out teens once in a while who want privacy form their parents. They are the most fun,” he said with a pleasant smirk on his face.

[homesweetholex]

((Re size away(: ))

Beau let out a small chuckle when he referred to people jumping his bones. "Actually," he sat back down, across from him, "you have no idea. But let's... not get into that." It was clear Andy had no idea who he was, and who's 'side' he was on. He was okay with that. He felt a little better now, and had less of a need to be on guard. His fangs retreated and he laid his arms down in front of him. He was also quite good at avoiding any sexual comments he made, until of course, he brought up waiting for a boyfriend. Great.

He wrinkled his nose and shook his head slightly. "A boyfriend? No. I'm not in any committed relationship. That seems quite impossible, anyways, considering... well, the whole 'Living Dead' thing." He would love to be in a relationship, he really would. But the whole I'M ON THE HUMANS SIDE thing kind of scared everybody off. He really hated his life choice sometimes. "It's a long story, but no one wants to hear that anyways. It's the birth of the night, so much to do, so little time.." He felt as if he'd spoken too much, and now, hopefully, he'd have him distracted. He was also very good at turning things around.

"What's your excuse, of being out here, all alone, talking to a stranger like me? For all you know, this could be a trap, and you sir, just walked into it. You know, you could be in such horrible danger." He smirked and his eyes wandered behind Andy. He didn't trust his surroundings. He checked behind him next, then back to the man before him. He couldn't help but be so damn jumpy. Little did Andy know he was being literal about people jumping him. Other fanged bastards didn't like him too much. That point could not be made enough.

[Jayy]

Andy sat forward a little bit on the table, leaning in as he listened to the other vampire talk. Was this the undeads most wanted? Was there a special number to call for a setch like this? He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. "Well, kind sir, I don't mind to much if this is a trap. I don't know who would want to trap me, I haven't done anything harmful to anyone recently. I certainly know I can take care of myself though. I look small, but I can pack a punch..." he paused and winked at the guy, running his tongue across his teeth gently. "I also pack a knife, and two sharp daggers in my mouth. I'm not afraid of most people," he said. He leant his arm up and his head into his hand, eyeballing the guy up and down again.

"I'm just out site seeing, I guess you could say. Miami is a beautiful place," he mused, looking up into the sky. "I feel like no matter where I travel, the stars and the moon are the only thing thatnever change around me," he said with a small wonderous sigh. He looked back at the other man, resting both hands back on the table.

"No committed relationship? A handsome guy like you? Well, I'm sure you get some pretty nasty lays then," he said suggestively. he put one of his fingers to his lips as he licked his upper lip, looking at the man. He wouldn't mind having a naughty raunchy lay on this park bench, if he did say so himself. "I guess vampires have never been famous for being in committed relationships. At least not with other vampires. You have the fucked up ones who get married to humans and such, then the humans wonder why they never age. I won't ever understand that, I guess," he muttered shaking his head.

"I'm Andy, if you don't mind me introducing myself. Or do you think by knowing my name you're in too deep? Has our relationship become to serious?" he teased, letting his fangs gently slide out, running his tongue now alone them. He closed his mouth, letting them slide back in and winking at the male. "So about that biting thing..."