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[Lestat H.]

The sky was grey and the clouds looked as if they were near bursting, any moment to soon shower the life below. The night life was darker than usual, at least it seemed so to the tall dark haired figure standing in stance with his legs in a V shape, staring up at the large white church before him. Hands clasped behind his back, waist slightly leaning forward, motionless all but his hair blowing in the heavy wind. Lestat..! It seemed to call for him, yearn for his giving in. Glaring eyes never moving, not blinking from the church and its large cross.

Lestat was never a religious person, even before he turned. His mother taught him the whole Jesus belief, her belief. She even took him to church a couple times when he was young.. Remembering the awkward feeling he would get coming in, all the eyes in the many isles turning to glance at him, feeling a born sinner. He supposed he was, knowing the truth - or what he now thought was the truth, no wonder those goody-too-shoes always snickered at him. He had found the church a painful experience, an endless lecture meant for only an hour going on til mid-afternoon. Lectures of stories that had no proof, made no sense, he had laughed once - quickly backhanded by a priest. After that his mother never took him again.

So why was he here now? Lestaaat The wind screeched ever more in his ear. He had half a mind to burn the church, burn it in protest. Refusing to believe in the many judgments that it brought, cursing those who chose not to believe to be damned to Hell. Cruel intentions. He was damned to Hell anyway, right? For being an eternal killer, kill to live, or else he would commit suicide which according to said beliefs - was a sin too right, which all sins were equal, no? Lestat had a great hate for the world, hissing out at the wind he curled his hands into a sharp fist.

Leaping in a swift movement, so fast a human eye would not of caught it, he landed atop the church. His sturdy hands gripped the wooden cross and ripped it off from its metal latch with ease. Turning it upside down he jammed it back into the latch, a grin cracking across his lips. Hearing a sound off in a distance, as if some one was approaching he hopped off the roof, cracking the pavement below him. Frowning himself, he supposed he wasn't as graceful as the others yet, shrugging he remained tense, looking around for the visitor to come out of hiding.

[Bella]

It wasn’t safe for people to be wandering the streets at this time of night. Isabella knew that better than anyone. And yet, here she was, walking through the seemingly deserted city all by herself. It’s just... she hadn’t been able to sleep tonight. And after a few hours of tossing and turning in bed, she had decided to take a walk. Just a quick one. She couldn’t bear sitting all alone in the dark room. It was so suffocating. So, she had thrown some clothes on and headed out.

Bella stared up at the sky as she walked, which probably wasn’t a very smart thing to do. It was a good thing to run into someone, that was for sure. Then again, it was late and there weren’t really any people out, so the worst that could happen was that she would run into a pole. She had done that before, sadly. But, the stars were just so interesting. Bella smiled, remembering how she and her brother had used to sit outside for hours, counting the little shining specks until they fell asleep.

A street lamp suddenly appeared in front of her, and she had to lurch to the side to avoid it, dancing a few steps into the grass. She quickly moved back to the sidewalk, seeing that she had arrived at the church. She remembered the signs they had up during the day that encouraged people to stay off the grass. Bella looked around sheepishly. Not that anyone had been here to see her near collision, but still. She sighed to herself and then turned, thinking it might be a good time to head back. However, as she did so, she spotted a figure standing in the shadows nearby.

She froze. There, a few steps away from her, was a man. Her heartbeat instantly sped up and her blue eyes widened visibly. The first thought that popped into her head was that he might be dangerous. She tried to make herself turn around and walk away, but she found that her feet were planted to the ground. She wracked her brain, trying to remember the self defense classes her mother had made her take as a kid, but she could hardly remember anything. Go for the nose. Try and break it if possible. If that didn’t work, there was always the classic kick to the groin. That’s all she could think of.

And then Bella seemed to realize that she was jumping the gun a bit. Perhaps this boy was just out on a nightly stroll like she was. This was church grounds after all. He could be here to pray for all she knew. Maybe he was just getting some fresh air. Her cheeks flushed a little as she realized that was probably the case. Then again, it never hurt to be safe. She had always been a bit too trusting, which, as you can imagine, got her into loads of trouble. So, it was only natural that she was suspicious.

“O-Oh. Um... Hi,” she said and laughed nervously. She quickly shut her mouth before she could burst out in a fit of giggles. Not that anything was funny. It was just a nervous habit of hers. A very annoying one at that. Because, really, there was nothing funny about this situation, and laughing would make her seem weird. There were a lot of other nervous habits out there. Like biting your nails. I mean, that wasn’t all that attractive, but at least it wasn’t obnoxious or anything.

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[Lestat H.]

Listening intently, still not used to his extremely sensitive hearing, he could hear a faint heartbeat approaching - it seemed to spreed up right before he heard a soft, girly voice. Dusting off his hands from the cross he had just deformed, wiping some of the debris on his black jeans he ran a hand quickly threw his hair. Now, what was a human girl doing out so bloody late at night, especially in this terrible weather. Hanging his head slightly he decided he would try his very best to be nice, maybe she could get him out of his usual hellishly angry mood.

Inhaling a deep breath through his nostrils he took in her scent, she was lucky he wasn't hungry - she sure did smell appetizing. Glancing up at the upside-down cross he grinned and turned to face her, lifting up a hand to wave at her. This female seemed very innocent in every way. A dainty little face, delicate lips, lightly wavy hair, everything he would of enjoyed. His smile faded into a relaxed blankness, looking down at his mud-covered converse.

"I'm Lestat." His voice was stern, calm, and seemed to silence the wind for a brief moment. This poor girl knew nothing of what she was getting into, why didn't she just stay at home? He promised himself to try his very best not to give in, no matter how much the sharp wind whispered in his ear. Tonight he did not feel like being a murderer. Rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand he paced his way over to the female, holding out his left hand to shake hers, an awkward tension filled the air around him. He never was good with introductions, or people for that matter. "It's rather late." Captain obvious. The wind must be like ice to the small girls face, he felt pity for her. For here he was standing in just a regular red T-shirt on, not feeling a bit of a chill. Then again, he envied her. Every moment of her life was so fragile, so expensive, so delicate, for it could end ever so easily. He missed that.

Tucking his hands into his front pockets he leaned his hips forward, rocking that classic V stance again, observing the cute little girl before him.

[Bella]

Bella breathed in deeply, trying to calm down her racing heart as the male made his way toward her. She hoped that she was right and he was just some random guy taking a walk. She probably had no reason to be nervous. She took a moment, reminding herself that not everyone was out to get her. It's just... the last experience she'd had like this had not ended well, to say the least. She would be brave though. She stood her ground, as he approached her, stopping a step or two away. "I'm Lestat." He held out his hand.

She hesitated, but then slowly lifted her hand and slid it into his. "I'm... Isabella," she told him. She let her hand rest in his for a moment, a shiver passing through her as she realized how cold his skin was. She withdrew her hand, a little startled. She didn't make much of it though. She just figured it was because it was so cold outside. As if to prove her point, the wind picked up a little, creating a chilly breeze. She quickly wrapped her arms around herself in a pathetic attempt to keep warm, wishing she had dressed warmer. "But, um... you can just call me Bella," she added, almost a little shyly.

"It's rather late." Bella looked up, her thoughts shattered by the mans voice. "Um, oh, right," she mumbled, words slurring together a little. He was right. It was late. He was probably wondering the same thing as she was wondering about him. "I couldn't sleep," she said, eyes still glued to the ground. "And so... I, uh, decided to take a walk." She slowly raised her eyes from the pavement, glancing up at Lestat. "Sometimes it helps," she added quietly.

Silence set in after that, both of the just kind of standing there. Oh god. She was no good at talking with guys. She never had been. It was like her mind emptied all it's knowledge when she was around them and she couldn't get anything coherent out. Oh well, she was just glad she had remembered her name this time. "And what brings you out so late?" she managed to ask, finding her voice again. She smiled now, bringing some color to her pale face.

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[Lestat H.]

A sliver of a smirk danced its way to a corner of Lestat's lips as he watched her hesitate at his hand, the sound of her heart relaxing for a moment then pausing and beating up to speed like a fleeing rabbit's, at the touch of his cold pallid skin. Her touch was so delicate, so warm and full of life he had to try hard to be gently with his shake."Isabella." He spoke it aloud, softly, enjoying the many syllables her name brought to his tongue. His beady black eyes watched as she hugged herself in an attempt to keep warm, too bad for her he didn't carry warm blood anymore or else he'd offer to help. "I like Isabella more." His tone was more of a statement then before, crow-like eyes glancing to and from the distant street lights, taking in the darkness of the scene.

"Oh." So he had assumed right, a darling little sleepless, fragile girl, something about that was somewhat attractive. An uncomfortable shiver ran up his spine at the thought. No, no Lestat. Drinnnk The wind was sinful tonight, and to think they were on church grounds! He cracked a smile, remembering his new twist to the church. "I prefer the night life." Looking down at his shoes again he twisted his left foot a little on the pavement, sharply looking back up at the sky, muddy gray clouds were everywhere. "I fine more things to do, more fun, when the sun goes down." His eyes still looking up at the sky as he spoke, keeping his mind off of her scent.

At the smell shift in the air he could tell the sky would soon be crying. "Seems likely to rain soon." Shifting his weight he glanced at the girl, already forgetting how the rain felt as a human. Maybe he could get the church door open for her..

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[Bella]

“Isabella. I like Isabella more.” No one ever really called her Isabella. They said it was too much of a mouthful. Even her teachers at the orphanage hadn’t called her by her real name. There had only been one person who ever called her by her real name. For a moment, she seemed to be lost in thought, but then she quickly tuned back in, expression brightening a little. “Oh, um... it’s nice to meet you.” She smiled at him. “I hope we can be friends.” Her cheeks turned a little rosy after she said that. “I mean, um, maybe, er... if you want to!” She shut her mouth before she could say anything else, quickly looking down.

“I find more things to do, more fun, when the sun goes down.” Bella watched as he looked up at the sky. Something about the way he said it made her shiver. It wasn’t there was anything wrong with liking the night. In fact, at one point, it had been Bella’s favorite time. Maybe she would still feel that way if she didn’t have so many bad memories revolving around it. The night was dangerous. It was when creatures came out to prey. For a moment, images from her past danced through her head. The full moon. The screaming. The blood. She shook her head, trying to clear those thoughts. “Oh,” she said, nodding absently.

“Seems likely to rain.” At the mention of rain, Bella reflexively cast her glance up at the sky. She hadn’t been paying much attention, but now she realized that clouds had started to gather, replacing the twinkling stars. “Oh, you think?” she asked, eyes tracing over the dark clouds. The moon was trying to shine its way through the layer of clouds without success, creating an eerie glow in the sky. Right on cue, thunder began to rumble. Bella jumped a little, heart racing. Then, feeling a little foolish, she looked up sheepishly and laughed. “Just thunder, right.”

“Maybe I should go,” she said, taking a step back. If she ran, maybe she could make it back to the dorms before it started raining. She really would rather not be stuck outside in a thunderstorm. That just didn’t sound fun. However, as soon as she spoke, the clouds opened up and a rain drop fell, landing on her cheek. She blinked and lifted a hand to wipe the water away. She stopped and looked up at the sky again. Well, so much for that idea. It seemed like mother nature was against her tonight.

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