the beast and the harlot (open)

[eliandrewjenkins]

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore;

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I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore.[/center]

Elliot Jenkins was fed up with absolutely everything today, every little thing was grating on him until he’d finally had enough and slammed the door to his hotel room, where he took up permanent residence, shut with a bang loud enough to earn him a couple of loud thuds from the guests in the adjoining room. And so with his bag over one shoulder and a stake tucked into the waistband of his jeans, he took off for the cemetery, he’d been wandering around aimlessly for about an hour before he’d finally found his way to the graveyard. A place that maintained a strange hold over Eli; he would relax instantly the moment he set eyes on the iron gates, his shoulders visibly dropped as the tension escaped out of them. The place was usually empty, with the exception of a few vamps and slayers, but Eli could take them out with his eyes shut if he had too. He dug into his pocket and pulled out his cigarette packet, he was down to his last. He grabbed his lighter and took a quick drag, letting it hang loosely from his lips as he pushed the gate open.

Finding his usual spot next to a gravestone that read Courtney .L. Greene, he sat down on the slightly damp grass with a thud. He pulled his sketchbook out of the brown bag that lay next to him and spilled a couple of pencils out onto the grass then burrowed into his bag for the glass bottle. Eli took a huge gulp straight from the bottle of vodka and shivered at the heat that passed through him. He began sketching the first thing that popped into his mind, not really paying attention to the shape that was forming on the paper. He glanced down at the pad to see a pair of familiar eyes staring back at him; with a flash of anger he scribbled hard over the drawing, digging the pencil into the page until the lead snapped. He threw the pencil to the ground. A swirl of cold air caught his attention and his head snapped up. Eli listened intently and moved into a crouching position when he heart a rustling noise ring out against the silence. “Hello?” Eli shouted out into the darkness, hand resting on the stake in the back of his jeans. [/font]

[JAELLE CASSADIE MITCHELLS]

OOC: I promise to make it look pretty soon.


Taking a scenic route to return home was looking like it wasn't such a great idea. Jaelle, who hated her first name and prefered to be called by her middle name, Cassaida, walked through the cemetary on edge. Since she had moved in with her family, she had been avoiding places she knew those that went bump in the night frequented. It wasn't that Cass was scared of them, since she had grown up always knowing things like demons truly existed. The only reason she had tried to avoid those types of places was because she had wanted a more normal life. Or at least Cass wanted a taste of a normal life, since when she finally graduates she would be returning with her mother and her band of gypsies. Since Cass was very young, she had been taught spells, cures, and potions. They, her mother had always told her, where the way of their people. Their abilities to dibble in magick had been what had saved them from those who would wish them harm. Cass fiddle with the small necklace her mother had given her right before Cass stepped into her father's house for the first time. It was a necklace that her mother had laced with protection. But Cass hadn't needed that protection, at least not yet. All Cass had really needed where herbs to mix something up for the terrible headachs her half brother had been causing her by screaming at the top of his lungs.

She was thankful that she hadn't had visions of the future during those times. While she had always welcomed what she was allowed to see ahead of time, she had always felt a little afterwards. Cass made sure that her book bag was secured. She'd hate to have to lose it should she have to run, or fight. It held all of her school work, and while she hated school with a passion, she needed to hurry through it so she could go back to what she knew and loved. Cassadia froze when she heard the words hello shouted. It was a loud noise in the mix of silence, and it wasn't something she had been expecting. Cassadia bit her lower lip before deciding to see who it was. She was thinking who ever it was didn't know things like vampires could be seen around places like this, or else they probably would have kept quiet. " Don't you know better then to be yelling in a cemetary?" She spoke out before stepping out of a area that seemed to be in more darkness then the one in front. " Let the dead rest peacefully." She commented. If they didn't know things went bump in the night, she wasn't going to be the one to tell them. Of course, that is, if they hadn't already known and were just trying to draw someone near for dinner. With that at the top of her mind, she began to think of a spell she could use should she need to protect herself.

[eliandrewjenkins]

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore;

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I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore.[/center]

He realized that shouting wasn’t the best thing to do but he couldn’t be bothered dragging this out longer than he had to. He tensed as something moved into his line of sight and stood up, stake now at his side having lost the element of surprise. He really wasn’t in the mood for this today. He laughed at the girl’s statement and moved the stake behind his back although he was still wary, not wanting to frighten some random girl just out for a walk. “Your momma never tell you not to wander around graveyards alone in the dark?” He countered and tried to make out her face. Eli eyed her up and down a couple of times before shrugging. She wasn’t a vampire. “Some of ‘em won’t go without a fight.” He told her and sat back down, tucking the stake back into his jeans. He grabbed another pencil from the grass and began sketching again on a blank page.

“Don’t have to stand so far away.” He commented without lifting his head when she seemed to hesitate. “ Promise I won’t bite.” At this, he grinned wildly and tilted his head up towards her. “You know, unless you’re into that, sweetheart.” He winked at her, although he wasn’t sure she could see in the dark, and a small smirk slid onto his lips. [/font]

[JAELLE CASSADIE MITCHELLS]

Cassadia raised an eye brow at his comment, although she was sure that he couldn't see her features well enough to be able to see her do so. She grinned, but it was more for herself then him because of the darkness. " Actually, my mom encouraged me too wander about in graveyards." She informed him. It was, in her mothers words, the only way that they could really teach Cassadia what she had needed to know. Of course, she rarely was ever alone. For all their nomadiac ways, rarely in a ban of gypsies did one ever really do something alone. It was better to go in pairs, at least to have someone else's eyes on the prize. It made things easier to do, she supposed. Unless, of course, one was teamed up with someone they didn't like. Then it just made for a long night. Cassadia watched as he sat back down and began doing something on what almost looked like a notebook. She couldn't see what it was too clearly. She hesitated on moving closer to him. Something he called her out on. Holding on a little tightly to her book bag, Cassadia moved closer to the strange guy who was sitting on the grass. If he turned out to be some kind of human eatting fend, she would be pissed.

" Not worried that I may do the bitting?" She asked him bending down and sitting, well not exactly right next too him, but close enough to see his features. Although she had missed his wink due to the darkness and having not really been close when he had winked. Still weary of the situation, she came up with a spell that would at least protect her should the need arise. Cassadia knew a number of defense spells, as well as attacking spells. But she didnt want a fight tonight. Fights were too exhausting, and frankly, school had already kicked her ass today. Cass simply did not have the energy to put up a fight. Not tonight.

[eliandrewjenkins]

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore;

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I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore.[/center]

“Sounds like my kinda lady.” Okay, so his type of ladies were… well, men. But she didn’t need to know that, Seeing her clutch her bag closer to her body made him frown. “I’m not gonna mug you, babe.” He informed her, his eyes finally adapting a little to the dark. If he was going to go through the hassle of robbing somebody it would at least have to be for Prada or an Alexander McQueen. By now he was absolutely sure she wasn’t a vamp. But she could still be a number of other things; he kept himself looking calm and relaxed on the outside but he was ready for a fight in need be. He raised the bottle of alcohol back to his lips then offered it over to her, he only carried it around to clean any wounds he might get, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d used it for that rather than just drinking it.

He just scoffed at her comment and rolled his eyes. “Little girls rarely scare me.” He teased her and chuckled. “Don’t wanna get a little closer?” He asked, noting that she was still quite a distance away from him, but close enough that he could reach out and grab her if he wanted to. But that of course, only meant that she could do the same to him. “Huddle together for warmth?” He’d stopped sketching now and rested the pad in his lap as he looked at the girl. “Fine, you’re loss. I’m Eli.” He extended his hand out towards her quickly, hoping to get at least a little flinch from her.
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[JAELLE CASSADIE MITCHELLS]

Cassadia loosened her grip on her bag. " That wasn't what I was most concerned with." She said. " But if something did happen, I would at least like my school things not to have gotten lost." She didn't say what that something could be, but she wasn't sure she had too. Despite his earlier out burst, it seemed like this guy knew exactly what went on when the sun went down. Cass passed up the alcohol, not feeling completely at ease in the cemetery, and she didn't want to add to her unease by drinking. One never knew if something bad was going to happen. Ok, in her case, she tended to know about things in the future, but not everyone could see the future, and not always was the future set in stone. Besides, she was already tempting the fates to throw something at her just by sitting there, she didn't need to tempt them farther by adding drinking to that list. Cassadia had always stirred clear of alcohol, if only because she had first hand experiences with dealing with drunks. Cassadia released her back pack all together. She was confident in her instinics, and they hadn't set off a warning about him when she had moved closer. It was just this place in general that set her teeth on edge.

" I see no little girls around here." She commented, making a show of looking around the place to 'double' check. " I know you weren't refering to me as not scary, because I can be scary." She said laughing, It was true though, due to the spells she knew, Cassadia knew she could look scary, and that people who were afraid of magick thought she was scary. But that was neither here nor there. The stranger stuck his hand out towards her quickly, and while she didn't flinch when he did so, she didn't take his hand immediately either. Instead she looked at it for a moment before it dawned on her why he was holding it out. Hand shakes were not exactly something she was accustomed too. After a split second she realized her error and brought her hand out to met his. " Sorry Eli, I am not really accustomed to hand shakes. " She told him truthfully. " I am Cassaida." She introduced herself using her middle name instead of her first name. She hated her first name.

[eliandrewjenkins]

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore;

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I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore.[/center]


He leant closer to the girl, well aware that he probably stunk of alcohol and how shady he must look, sitting alone drinking in the dark. “Now what could possibly happen with me here to protect you?” His smirk changed into something slightly more sleazy, although that was the last thing Eli was aiming for. Sometimes his face just didn’t get the messages from his brain on what expression it should have. He shrugged at her indifferently when she passed down his offer of sharing and took another swig from the bottle, surprising the face he wanted to pull at the taste.

He laughed at her glancing around, well now he knew what annoyed her, he’d exploit it to it’s full potential. “I am positively shaking in my boots, baby girl.” He laughed again, sounding pretty patronizing when he called her by a nickname and stretched his legs out, wiggling his toes in his beat up converse to emphasize his point. His laugh was was a genuinely happy one, by now he would have usually either punched the person who dared interrupt him or staked them.

He looked at her with a bewildered look on his face, he just couldn’t figure this girl out and that scared the shit out of him. Who ‘wasn’t accustomed to handshakes?’ what the hell did that mean? “Well, Cass, I was going to ask where you’d been my whole life, but it seems you’ve been living under a rock.” He clutched onto her hand and lingered there, before letting it go a couple of seconds later; He could tell she wasn’t an ordinary human. “So you’re not a vampire, and you’re not a demon. And for your sake I hope you’re not a slayer” he told her bluntly, he couldn’t be bothered beating around the bush today. “So what are you?”

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[JAELLE CASSADIE MITCHELLS]

Her nose twitched when Eli had leant closer to her. He stunk of alcohol. Cassadia stuck her tongue out and pretended to gag. " I think you got it the wrong way. If its anyone here who needs protecting, it's obviously you." Cassadia said laughing, leaning back away from him, as if to get away from the smell. She didn't really know what to make of his facial features. They were strange, but she didn't generally judge based on the way people looked. Cassadia had had enough of being judge based on her looks to last her a life time. Although todays world was a more accepting place, being a gypsy was still some how considered wrong. She and her people could never go near small towns, it seemed, without almost being ran off. She didn't understand why, since they had never done anything to the people in town. Or at least, as far as she knew they hadn't. She knew she sure as heck hadn't done anything.

It wasn't that Cassadia had a problem with being called a little girl, it was more or less because she knew people didn't take people they considered little girls seriously. She knew she should be taken seriously, at least she should be when she's making threats. A gyspy's curse was not something to be taken lightly. This was something many unfortunate people have learned from experience. Not that Cassadia has ever really put a curse on someone and meant for it to last them for years. Generally, Cassadia deals with people in different ways. Not all of them are as nice as simply being cursed either. But that didn't make her a bad person. Certainly didn't make her a good one. " Well you should be." She replied simply with a almost mischievous smile.

" Hey, don't knock my rock. It's cozy underneath it." She said, putting a almost serious look on her face. She had never been real great at pretending to be serious and ended up cracking a big smile like three seconds into pulling the face. She had known he wouldn't really understand why she wasn't accustomed to hand shakes, butt she did go right out and say it was because she and the people she was raised with had never used them with each other before. And rarely with the normal people. " What makes you think I'm anything but a normal human being who has happened to have some experience with creepy cemeteries?" Cassadia asked, but she didn't really want for answer. They both knew she was different. " I'm a gypsy. " She answered his question. " And what are you?" Cassadia asked Eli.

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[eliandrewjenkins]

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore;

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I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore.[/center]


"Well i don't see some sexy, muscular, preferably topless hunk of a man here to do that so I guess I'm shit out of luck." He responded, ignoring the gagging sound she made. It wasn't that he didn't think girls could fight well, he knew girls who were even stronger than he was, he just knew that it pissed them off to no end when he joked about them being weaker than him. He frowned when she pulled away from him. "Don't smell that bad do i?" As if to make a point, Eli raised his arm and smelt himself then shrugged, other than smelling like vodka, he was fine.

"Or what? You're gonna punish me?" He smirked at her, the smirk quickly turning into a grin. "Is that a threat or a promise, baby?" He continued and winked once agian at her. Eli laughed with her, starting to feel more relaxed, although he still didn't let his guard down. He still had no idea what she was. "It's a skill." He stated simply and routed around for another cigarette in his pocket before remember he was out and mumbling 'fuck' to himself.

He looked up at her in surprise and interest. He'd never met a gypsy before and he was intrigued; of course she could still be lying. "Really?" he asked suspicously, narrowing his eyes at her. He giggled to himself. "Would it be totally cliche if I replied to that with 'your worst nightmare?" he grinned over at her. "I'm a Helsing member"
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