Title: a;;crappy nights SLEEP
Description: No rest for the wicked.
Vincent Law - August 2, 2007 08:51 PM (GMT)
Can't pretend that you're nothing special
You've got to look at all of your options
You can't decide what to go for
When it's all about trust
It's all about trust
Vincent sat on the edge of his bed, the dim lights passing through the window keeping him up. His hand searching through the empty beer bottles on the floor for one with some still left. Finding one he took the last of it down and threw the bottle at the light just beyond the window, the yellow light and buzzing flickering out slowly. He laughed to himself slightly as he searched for his cell. He grabbed the thin black phone and flipped it open. The screen read 5:44 am, it would be morning soon and then he would be bored. In the past week the cops had made a few stops and he decided to be nice and leave them be but the fact was the humans were getting nosey. He hated nosey humans.
He threw on his jacket and grabbed his MP, cocking the chamber once and throwing the strap around his neck. He burst through the door and jumped down the short stairwell down to the old factory floor. He dusted off his pants and grinned. He was going to kill something today and it was going to be bloody. He checked the mag in his gun and grinned, all 30 shells, nice and shiny sitting at the ready. He sniffed the air for a second. One of the others was coming, great. Hopefully they wouldn't try and ruin his fun today. He checked around the old shelving looking for whoever it was.
There were only a few of them still around, most of the others had left for awhile but he was still there. He hadn't seen the leader in awhile but decided it was best not to think about whatever the hell he was doing. Vince grabbed the top shelf, flinging himself up and onto it. He could see the end of someones shadow as the approached but he decided to try and scare them. Danica Jade Caprice - August 5, 2007 08:59 PM (GMT)
Danica was stumbling every which way as she walked, but then again she was just coming ‘home’ from a multitude of parties. How many was uncertain since she was too high and drunk to even remember where the pack’s main territory was. The night, or morning, had started at midnight, an hour after waking up. She had slept from one in the afternoon to eleven, wearing off the effects from the night before. The night before, however, was filled with a whole hell of a lot more killing then that night. Previously, maybe a few guys were taken down and their flesh ripped apart by the razor-sharp teeth hanging around in her mouth. It wasn’t uncommon at all since the girl partied more than any of the celebrities anymore. So these parties weren’t exactly high class, but she partied harder than anybody else out there. It wasn’t exactly a proud admittance, but it was the truth. However, it was probable that her father was more of a partier, which was pathetic really. Who knew where that prick was? Maybe Romania this time?
It was not easier to come into the warehouse as a wolf in such a state. Her brain felt like it was curdling in that pot known as her skull. Besides, smelling all of those smells was way too overwhelming for the gray wolf that it usually just made her want to pass out. So a little bit of pot, some cocaine, and too much tequila was the main problem for the stumbling, but it might have something to do with the three inched black boots that were on her feet, reaching up the porcelain skin of her knee making them appear even darker. The whole wardrobe wasn’t exactly normal either, but then again Dani always had an odd sort of fashion style. Black, spandex-like shorts were the only thing covering the doll’s lower half, and even then they weren’t doing that great of a job considering how short they were. Up top was a formfitting white tank top over a black wifebeater showing off the white skin that was her arms. Goose bumps threatened to rise up as the wind chilled to the bone, but there weren’t any signs that cold was there. Bracelets by the dozens crawled up both arms and a gold chain with skull and crossbones wrapped its way around her neck a few times. Two silver hoops protruded out of the bottom lip that was faded red from the red lipstick that had once been there while rest of the make up was smeared.
That week, she did one of the famous hair coloring things that she did too often. It was a wonder that she had hair still from all the chemicals that had been on it. That week, the once-was-blonde hair was blonde, but with thick chunks of black and small stripes of red entwining through. At the beginning of the night, or morning, it had all been pulled up on top of her head with a few sets of curls pouring down the sides, bangs piled up as well. From beginning to end, it had all come down and just in snarls now, almost looking like ‘just laid’ hair. Perhaps it happened between the drags of marijuana and the body shots or between the snorts of white powder and the over powered jumping around that might be called a dance. The strobe lights and glow sticks had done wonders for the high that came, but would only enhance the hangover that would come. Danica’s secret to the shortest hangover ever – throw up as soon as possible, eat a lot of greasy food, smoke as many cigarettes her body would allow, and take five aspirin. Worked wonders.
After freaking in the bathroom more than once, it was 5:30 and she wasn’t out of it enough to let somebody take her to their place. That would only lead to one of those mornings, or afternoons, when waking up was far worse because she’d have no idea who was naked next to her, let alone know where she was. Walking would be fine; the party wasn’t too far away. Even in that state of euphoria, the werewolf was stronger than any human, but she was less likely to say no. Getting to the territory was only possible by smelling and even that hurt. Getting into the entrance ever so little, not taking the time for smelling out the possible threats, the Caprice girl just fell to the floor, her original goal being the coach on the opposite wall that was too far away. There, Dani pulled one leg up to take off the boot and with a barefoot, used agile toes to remove the other boot, unzipping it and all. A moan of pain came as something pinched at her side. Eyes still shut, neon colored nails found a piece of wood that had cut her. The real bitch was throwing it away from her, the could-pass-for-a-dead-body that was sprawled out on the floor, vulnerable to all.
Vincent Law - August 5, 2007 09:54 PM (GMT)
Vincent grinned wide, his canine teeth always a little to big for his mouth. Dani, always drunk or high or fucked up beyond anything he had ever done. then again he hadn't met anyone who could beat him when it came to downing alcohol. tonight alone he had taken in more then 4 gallons of alcohol, stunning a few people in the bar before he shot the place to shreds. He was in a frisky mood, setting his gun on the shelf he decided to get the drop on their indisposed little angel. He rolled up his sleeves and licked his lips. Lets just say he had done this a few other times, maybe, not saying that he actually did but maybe. He had a few evil and perverse ideas but decided that giving her a scare when she woke up was okay too. He put himself braced between the shelf and the wall, directly over her. Now he wasn't the type to just take advantage of a girl, at least not tonight.
He grinned to himself once more before letting go, falling through the air like a brick but stopping himself on the tips of his toes and palms right on top of her. He sniffed her once, alcohol, cocaine, marijuana, and of course humans. A disgusted look came over his face as he mumbled to himself. He moved her lips with his fingers as he mocked her. "Ooo look at me I give myself away for cheap booze and drugs." He held open one of her eyes, the pupil was basically all the way open. He sat on her, scratching his head. He gave her a squeeze, thats right, that kind of squeeze. He laughed and pinched her nose, he was evil, pure and simple. He knew it and loved it. He ran his fingers along her cheek and brushed her hair from her face. He may be evil, he may be crazy but he was a sucker for a pretty face.
His mind wandered for a second. What to do what to do... He rubbed his chin, while starring down at her. He got up, pacing around her. he knelt down next to her and snapped in front of her eyes for a second. "Hello? Sleeping Beauty. WAKE THE FUCK UP! come on start fuckin moving, I could leave you out here and let you get raped or something horrible like that." He slapped her cheek and laughed a little. He picked her up and walked up the stairs. He laid her on her bed and took a seat across from her wasted corpse.
Danica Jade Caprice - August 5, 2007 10:45 PM (GMT)
Reality phased in and out like a bad dream. When her eyes lifted into consciousness, the little light that was there hurt her eyes, there was a horrible taste leftover in her mouth that was much like when not brushing teeth and rubbing dirt in them, and her whole body ached. There had been bruises placed sporadically around the pale flesh of her powerful back due to the men’s bathroom faucet digging deep into the skin. Not once, not twice, but three different times. Out of all the damn seats that were around, they had to pick the most uncomfortable spot in the world. Lines and bruises crawled around her thighs where men got to rough and bit her skin. This would usually cause a growl from her. Men, so over possessive and many were bastards, but she couldn’t give them up. They were as much of an addiction as drugs or booze. Yellow, blue, green, all the bruises had a different color, just like her hair from week to week or the smeared black, charcoal, and pink color that ran from her eyes. It was unattractive, but for a coke whore, it looked almost normal.
Upon moving in and out of dimensions of just plain old black haze and this reality, that seemed almost the same, she experienced different things. At some point if felt like something or somebody was hovering over her and then another time it was like somebody was touching her lips. She was so out of it that fighting it never inched its way into her mind. Then something or someone was squeezing her, causing her to flinch, even if it did practically nothing. God! Whoever this guy or gal was were certainly getting their hands everywhere. At some point it even felt like they were sitting on top of her, making Dani roll over like some how that would deflect them of doing whatever they wanted to her. Well, it wasn’t that bad, it just seemed like it since her mind wandered in and out. Hell, she’d been more abused by the bathroom faucet then what this guy was doing to her. She was in the right pack right? Those little whores were more than likely to screw the unconscious girl then anything else. It should bother her right? It didn’t though. It showed just how fucked up she really was.
There was something annoying snapping in front of her face that made her just want to use those sharp teeth of hers and bite at it. Sleeping Beauty? Fuck? Rape? That was almost worrying for the girl. Really though, so didn’t care. There would be a way she’d get her perverse jollies out of it. Soon though, she knew that she was being moved and this was so not what was wanted. A moan of protest slit through the air as her body barely moved, just a flinch that resembled the body being pumped full of electricity. Why couldn’t people just learn to leave her the hell alone? What did Danica ever do to them, besides maybe their best friends? She didn’t ask anything from them so why did somebody have to all get in the mood to ‘protect’ the weak and fragile. If she weren’t so high, drunk, and passed out, his neck would be in between her mouth. Just wait until she was awake and alive, she’d rip out his spine! That wasn’t true since rarely was she sobered up, let alone strong enough. Whoever it was would probably be able to crack her back just like a hardcover book…that jerk.
Being placed on the bed seemed to knock her out, but only for an hour. There was this unsteady feeling of being watched and even unconscious she did not like that feeling at all. Peeking open one eye then two, adjusting to whatever light there was, they peered around for whoever was in then, not really giving a damn who or what it was, just as long as she put her suspicious mind out of rest. Grabbing her headboard, using the little strength left in her arms, pulled the petite frame of her body up. Finding the nightstand, pupils still wide, Danica reached for the box of cigarettes. Not finding them, she just reached a hand into her bra where a couple was stored when she was out and had no pockets. Dangling one at the edge of her lips, she searched for her lighter, not finding that either. Her luck, they had actually gotten put away or fell to the floor. Eyes barely open, words slurred out into the air. ”Whoever’s there, happen to have a light?” Let them rape or murder her, she just wanted a light.
Vincent Law - August 7, 2007 11:00 PM (GMT)
He sat in silence, almost sleeping as she lay across the bed. His hands placed over his forehead as his mind played the lyrics over and over. He had been very bored for the past days and because of it he had gotten very little sleep. He watched as lights went past the window, creating shadows along the walls and ceiling. He was tortured by the lights and sounds but not the music in his head. His mind at peace as she slept he would wake again just to glance at her. He had drifted far from where his mind was on the factory floor. He actually felt happy now. Happier then he had been in a very long time. His eyes would slowly close, his eyelids like the passing tide, drawing closer to the southern shore only to abruptly eb. His mind wandering in his sleep of better days and of an easier night. Before he had to fight and gained this thirst and hunger for the blood of others. A smile washing across his face as he went out for an hour, his back slouching down further before he awoke again. the ind of dreams you right down, thats what he felt like. The kind of writing that turns into the greatest of music. His eyes slowly drifting open to have a question, a lighter. His hand reaching down and taking the lighter that had fallen from her pocket. He flicked the flint a few times before the small flame began to glow amongst the shadows. He slowly moved it to the tip of the cigarette only to light the very tip.
"Your face is light and cocaine white
One message beating through
Smoke's filled the air and I'm struggling to breathe
Let them be calm so I finally can sleep
Everything you intended to say
Don't go back on your words
You always said you'd tell me first"
He sang softly over the howl of the breeze through one of the broken windows. Not that he was into the thought of singing his thoughts but they came so naturally. He leaned back, slouching against the wall. His eyes almost closed with his odd smile plastered behind his lips as he sang. His fingers entwined on his stomach as he thought of nothing in particular. He simply sat overcast by the window pane's shadow. The street light out the window slowly flickering until going out completely, leaving them for the most part in the dark. He reached up to brush his bangs back to the side. His hand moving to rest against the wall. His eyes opening in between the phrases.
"Smoke's filled the air and i'm struggling to breathe
Let them be calm so I finally can sleep
Everything you intended to say
Don't go back on your words
You always said you'd tell me first
Smoke's filled the air and i'm struggling to breathe
Let them be calm so I finally can sleep"
He trailed off along the last note. His hand dropping down along the bed. His eyes drifting from wall to wall as his grin faded. He felt the happiest only when singing and in this case that was what ended his short spur of happiness. He glanced back to her, waiting for a response of some kind. He could only stare through all around him at this point. Ever since he could remember he would have violent mood swings. His head almost splitting at the seams to accomadate his changing mind. His blue eyes passing through the cast iron walls and cement barriers. He only sat in the silence with basically nothing better to do for the time being.
Danica Jade Caprice - August 8, 2007 07:05 PM (GMT)
Opening eyes by force since they clearly wanted to stay shut so she could sleep some more, so much more, the small fire from the lighter emblazoned her eyes as if they themselves had just got on fine, the ember smoldering into a gray. Pupils moved about rapidly as if they were seizing, causing the room to go in and out, in and out of focus. That was not fun to experience at all. They were, however, able to focus on the person that offered the light. Vincent. Well, it could have been worse, even though he was almost as bad as she was and that girl was a fucking train wreck. He was cute, but it didn’t matter, her eyes were too lazy to focus clearly. Either that or it was the drug combined with the alcohol. Hmm…whichever one could it be? Of course, with cute came sadistic and totally crazy. At least one side of him was since it seemed that he had two different personalities. Or…was it him? Oh hell, she was too far-gone to even really stand up, what would it matter if he were…normal or whatever? Damn, thinking when stoned hurt like a real bitch. Where was that bottle of aspirin? It didn’t matter; she wasn’t going to go get it anyway, too much work.
With the stick lit up, she took a long drag, letting it quiver on her stained red lips, smudging whatever was left of the lipstick on the white filter. The blazed traveled further up the cigarette making it look like a failed attempt to reach her lips. Knowing herself very well, she’d let the paper flame on until it burned at her lips or until sleep fell upon her, inevitably lighting the blanket on fire. Either way fire was involved and that was just fine and dandy considering it was rather badass to a point of arousal. Needles were sexy too, but you didn’t see anybody openly carrying those around. The only way to get that particular fix was head off to a tattoo parlor. Even tattoo parlors didn’t want her around too much since Dani was always fidgeting like looking for the next rush of euphoria as if it were possible to light their hair on fire and smoke it into a hazy bliss. How was it that there was such freedom in a little thing that could ultimately be the death of her, but if she hadn’t died yet of all the stupid bullshit she’d done, this little thing wasn’t going to be anything more than a thorn in her side.
Bringing away the stick in between two fingers, smoke rose up in curls and tendrils into the air with not many places to go, except to seep into fabric, leaving a smell that would last for far too long. Closing her eyes again, she just let any body part still attempting to stay up fall down onto the bed. Sleep. It sounded so good, but it was too far away. There was the feeling that she was on one side of the Grand Canyon while sleep held a position on the opposite side. What the hell was so wrong with her that even after a long night of too much partying she couldn’t sleep? It wasn’t because Vince was around. She’d slept in the presence of far dirtier strangers than he who had had more then their fair share grab’s worth like he did, and in some of filthiest places. One morning, Danica had waked up in an alley up against a garbage bin missing her top and her shoes. Even if there was a possibility to remember that, there was no reason to want to. Who in their right minds wakes up without their top and shoes in an alley wondering ‘huh, I wonder what I did last night?’ Knowing her, it would not be good.
Soon, lyrics flowed into her ears, lulling her into a blissful state. It was not a lullaby, but it sounded much like one. However, she had never really heard a lullaby in her entire life, not even childhood. Even though it was peaceful in an odd kind of way, it did not push her into that black blanket of sleep. With a slight moan, putting the cig in her mouth, she rolled out on her back, arms and legs spread out away from her body. Listening some more and more, they seemed not like words, just sentences strung together in a form-fitting manner. When Vincent was done, she brought her nimble hands up above her to clap slowly twice before letting them fall on top of the flat expanse of her stomach. Too much clapping would definitely make Danica’s ears bleed. ”You’ll make it big one day,” she said slurred through the cigarette, eyes closing again. The way she said it was mostly sarcastic even though she was trying to be sincere some where inside, but that seemed to fail miserably. Why was he even still here? Waiting for another go at grab-the-unconscious-whore?
Jasper Hale - August 8, 2007 09:19 PM (GMT)
Jasper felt himself coming into conciousness as his eyes flickered open every now and then. He drew in a breath as the effects from the cheap booze he drank last night hit him. He felt as though he'd been hit by a truck. He dug around the room he was sleeping in for his shirt and slipped it over his head. He felt for his smokes and his lighter as he opened the door into the hallway. He could smell smoke from someone else in a near by room. He followed the smell to a room that was close to the one he had just been in. Without bothering to knock, he barged right in.
He sneered as he found Danica and Vince, he hoped he wasn't interupting anything. He wiped the off the dry blood in the corner of his mouth. His midnight snack last night put up quite a fight and things turned bloody, just they way he liked it. He always thought food was more enjoyable that way. His eyes flickered from one to the other, back and fourth. He figured they looked about as drunk as he was the night before. His sneer faded and he stared around the room. He nodded at both of them as his way of saying hello and sat down on the bed beside Danica. The smell of their smoke woke him up and made his eyelids heavy at the same time. As every part of his body ached with regret of the night before, he managed to stay sitting upright beside the wasted Danica. She looked like hell.
Jasper sat in silence, not feeling like speaking unless spoken to. He lit the end of his cigarett and took a long drag. As he exhaled he made an O with his mouth and blow an O shaped puff of smoke at Vincent. He wanted to sleep again but he did not feel like moving his feet. He felt like they weighed at least 100 pounds each. He took another drag and stared between Vincent and Danica.
Vincent Law - August 9, 2007 12:20 AM (GMT)
He let the door in his mind click shut as his personal high came down. He always enjoyed singing and it brought him to a higher place that made him mellow, peaceful most of the time. On one occasion he even sang to his mate as she laid dying, her tears would be the last he would have to dry. Singing always reminded him of her and sometimes it was just a nice activity. In essence he had two sides, Vince the crazed gun toting maniac who rips the skin of humans off their bodies and eats it. Anthony was the calm, happy and loving, musician and the mate of his last love, Vincent became the dominant personality when she died. He only turns into Anthony when he's drunk, sad, or in the presence of a woman. Most of the time he was Vince around Jasper and Anthony around Dancia, he was his old self tonight, a mix of both a strong fighter and a mellow singer. He could think of a thousands things to say to Dancia, how he hated her addictions, how she gave herself away and how she [didn't listen to a word he said half the time]. He still would lecture her and even mess with her in one of his Vince moods but for the most part he just sang to her. A homage to her if you will. From the tip of his toes to the hairs on his head, tonight he was Vincent, the original. His odd, stoic yet happy expression was the only way you could tell him apart from his other parts, Vince was crazy and therefore was accented with an insane smile. Anthony was sad, distant with a painful smile plastered weakly across his face. But his grin tonight was soft and sincere.
His eyes traveled with the trails of smoke that left Dancia's lips. His expression of pure bliss despite his disapproval. He would not interfere at such a delicate and sensitive time. This was the after math, a normal kind of event for Anthony, keeping her out of the reach of the deviants that practically filled this place including his own head. Anthony had basically the main bulk of the control of Vincent while Vince rested in the excess thoughts. They were both their just more as one then two split. His legs extended across the gap between their beds. His hands resting on the bed beside him. He could just as easily crawl into her bed but he decided to give her her space until she really came down. The way he simply sat there and breathed was the calling card of Anthony more and more. Inside his brain was always a power struggle, most of the time it was peaceful with Dancia around. But he caught scent of the leader, Jasper was here. He hadn't thought to check the other room. Vince was fighting to get out. Most of the time when Jasper was around he would turn back into Vince and act as rude as he pleased. But Anthony was not in the mood for such semantics. Tonight would shut one of them out for awhile and it would be a long time before it was settled.
As Jasper barged in Anthony was about to laugh but Vince turned to their leader instead. The evil grin that washed over his face was the only outward sign that someone else had taken over. His feet dropped and he sat up, his right leg shaking the floor boards. "What the FUCKS up boss?" He almost shouted. All their internal struggling was making Vince blood thirsty. Anthony simply faded back into the corners of his mind. Vince jumped up onto the bed and scratched at his head with both hands. He was twitchy, hyper and almost over active. this was a killing personality that would not think twice about snapping your neck and chewing off your arm. He was simple minded and at this point there was nothing else going through his head except Anthony trying to get back out.
[[Won't you help US]]
Danica Jade Caprice - August 9, 2007 01:40 AM (GMT)
When it came to everybody else in the pack, little damn was given about him or her. It was a dog-eat-dog world, literally, and the main priority was looking out for number one. That was just one of many reasons into which ‘hanging out’ with the pack wasn’t something that would happen often. Staying away did all of them better, her being rogue within the pack – neither had to worry about the other, just waving as they passed idly by. Besides, leave it to your own kind to judge you more than those vampire bastards. Nobody understood her; nobody ever would because nobody was ever going to get that close to her. If one caked on the make up, wore less clothing then a hooker, slept around with a care, doped up and drank up, and looked like something not of the norm, then it made her virtually a freak within a group of freaks. She was just a freak while the rest of them were anything but freakish. While it seemed that there were three eyes on her head, everybody else had two. The brush-it-off technique worked well so it didn’t even register to her that there might be other people wandering around the cove in which was their ‘home’. Some home, everyday just made her feel like more of an outsider.
Taking another drag on the cigarette, resting her head against the wall, eyes moved to the door where Jasper came in. Well it was a good thing that the two behind the door hadn’t been doing anything. It was too early or late or she was just too hung over to give a damn about their all high and mighty leader. Dilated pupils watched the movements of the leader move with ease until he was sitting down on the bed. It didn’t bother her really. He was cute and charming, but Dani wasn’t about to go throwing those words around. For a woman that never knew when to shut up, it was obvious there was an off button. For the time being, the excuse of being all sorts of fucked up worked too. Ember eyes closed just enough so observing Jasper still continued, watching the smoke web out into the air around them. They smelt different compared to hers; on the other hand, cocaine and booze made things swirl around in her head more and more like the flushing of a toilet. Maybe up and down, down was up, right was wrong, wrong was right, and freaks were normal, but it wasn’t Wonderland here was it?
Something changed in the atmosphere. Opening her eyes more fully, having that bit doe-eyed look again, they settled upon Vince. Why was it so fucking difficult to remember that there were about three of him? The other name didn’t come into mind, but all were the bi-polar of the next. If it was that complicated trying to decipher one sober, imagine what it was like when completely out of it, numb to the world and most of its pain. One of him had a nice smile and sung all the time, but the way he looked at her concerned her; another one was just down right psychotic, which proved to be fun until he got violent; and the other one was a little bit of both. Names weren’t her thing… remembering wasn’t her thing…but they could sure do for some nametags or at least blinking neon signs pointing down with different colors for their names. Now that was something the stoner was bound to notice. All of those pretty colors just floating around in space. That sign would have her attention for hours!
Oh, yes, Vince was the loud obnoxious, sadistic one. The keyword at that point in time was ‘loud’, as in bullhorn loud. Cringing at having to listen to it, her jaw was set sternly turning toward him. ”Do you mind? I don’t go around yelling in your fucking ear!” Hell, the yelling that came out of that small body hurt her head worse. Vince wasn’t even that close either. She was just downright upset that she couldn’t be asleep. Smoke curled up out of her pierced nose after another drag, removing the silver hoops that were in her lips at the same time. Turning over onto her side, Dani just stared out at the wall. The smeared make up felt thick all over her face, the look wasn’t pleasant, but this coke whore had managed to pull off the look. Not only was a damn not given about the pack, but it came like that to appearance – makeup smeared, those black spandex-like shorts revealing more than they should, and just the whole rounded way of how she looked like nothing more than a used up old hag. Aging would be a real bitch. Eyes flicked to Jasper, not sure how to acknowledge him except for the all-around stupid question: ”Sup?” Just a regular from the ghetto.
Jasper Hale - August 9, 2007 02:15 AM (GMT)
Jasper noticed the change in the atmosphere the moment he came in. Vince like to spontaniousally change personalities whenever he was around. Jasper always knew about his triple or more personalities but never took too much notice in it. He always thought Vince would make a good spy because of his personalities but he like him as a bodyguard as well. Vince was usually Vince when he was with him but around other members of the pack you could get Vince or Anthony or both! He gave his half-smile and took a long drag.
There was few members of the pack that Jasper truly liked. They were all like family to him but there was only few that he actually enjoyed their company. Vince and Dani were two that were usually interesting to be with. His social side would come out around them and it wasn't because he wanted anything in purticular. Jasper shut his eyes at the sound of Vince's greeting. He was definately Vince now because his loudness make his ears hurt. Jasper remained quite as Dani shot back at him for being loud and greeted him herself. Jasper licked the dry blood off his lips and just pursed his lips together. He gave a stern smile and eyed each of them.
Finally Jasper thought of something to say. "I am sure that you should lay off the coke Dani," he said, his silky voice flowing. "I'm not your mother and I will not tell you what to do but please do try and not create such a noise downstairs. Some of us do like our sleep," he tauted. He was upset by the noise but usually he just yelled at his pack members to show his authority and maintane order. "Although, it wasn't just you making all the noise. Those fucking humans could learn to shut thier fucking traps! I was considering shooting them but I though since my last human I brought home with me pleased me so much, there was no reason to take out my temper on them," he said with a smile. A smile, an actual smile. He loved being with Dani and Vince because he could joke like he did with his sister.
Vincent Law - September 11, 2007 10:07 PM (GMT)
Vince clutched his head and growled, Vincent wanted out, he wanted control, eventually he let out a pained sigh as he tumbled to the floor, his lips folding back into a smile with the corner of his lip curled back up onto his cheek. His personalities again molded together into the composite that was Anthony, the musician that sought out nothing but inner peace but would most likely be plagued for his entire life, however long it would be. His soft expression and heavy eyelids made him look relaxed and now that Vince was back in the cage he could have some peace. He slowly pushed himself off the floor and took a seat on the bed that Dani was laying on. He casually took her hand and chuckled softly to himself. "You know you're cute when your angry." With how soft his voice was it was hard to tell weather it was sarcasm or serious. He looked back over at Jasper, that same smile still on his face. "So boss, when are we off for another go at those blood suckers?" He said this so casually that it would almost slip right passed a human ear but thats just that way he spoke, so natural and soft that it flowed like silk. He looked back down at Dani, her now frail and spent body strewn across the bed like an injured dove, he could not help smile, though a painful one. He shook and off back to a smile because he knew she didn't like it. His normal expression returning as he stroked the back of her palm gently. His foot gently tapped a beat against the floor as he glanced across her body, his voice being sown together as it leaves his lips.
"It starts out like a season in reverse
A way to set your mind above and over words
Attached means identity
Erases things so how can we record?
Distress call code-word is I wanna live
He makes it up as it goes, it goes away
To places he can only hide in other peoples minds
He makes it up as it goes
It goes away
It goes away-"
The last words fell from his lips like water from a faucet, the note hanging on for a few seconds then the echoes carrying it to the ends of the halls as soft as air. His eyes drifting back open and settling on Dani again. He liked to spend time with her, no matter what it really was but it just didn't seem like the right way to try and tell her, rather to just wait for now, for a time that would stick with them both. The way his hand cast over hers, his fingers curling around every one of hers, he just felt happier, he could slowly feel Vince's presence weaken within his mind. with her he could be his old self again, he could be happy. He lost himself for a second looking into her eyes, letting his body fall back onto her legs gently. He didn't care though, he only laughed, at himself, at all the time he had wasted lost between Vince and Vincent. For now he let the other sounds and voices fade out, not intentionally of course, just he felt so passive for a moment that nothing really had a feeling, everything was good and beautiful because there was only Dani and himself, stopped in time for the few seconds that it lasted. When he drifted back out he found himself shaking his head like it was something bad, when it was just the opposite.
Your rational mind's insane
Taste the sound you make
When the light from the sun
It's the story that never gets sold
When the light from the sun, it is your mother
Attached means identity
Erases things so why should we...
Distress call code-word is I wanna live
He makes it up as it goes, it goes away
To places he can only hide in other peoples minds
Uh, he makes it up as it goes
With an effortless smile you prefer to be
And in-between aisles
They would say you stare to see
With an effortless smile you prefer to be
Always in-between aisles
Optimistic daring me
Would you trade your soul for gold?
Would you trade your soul?
Would you trade...
The last of the lyrics flowed through his mind as he tore his stare away for now. His hand stayed wrapped around hers as he glanced back up at Jasper, his eyes showing his emotions better then a cue card. He couldn't help it, he just felt happier around them, especially Dani.
Danica Jade Caprice - October 2, 2007 12:02 AM (GMT)
There were no thoughts of moving, trying to be proper company to the two boys just because it was completely idiotic to try and be a decent hostess since that was not her style at all. At least she got the ho part down in hostess, but still. Each could really do anything they wanted to her at that moment in time, but she highly doubted either would do anything. Jasper might have done something if desperate enough and she was certain Vincent would have taken full advantage of the situation. Then again, if she were a red-blooded werewolf she would have done the same thing. Wrong and right didn’t have hazy colors between each other because for this blonde everything that was wrong was right. Drugs, alcohol, casual sex with anybody she damn well pleased. All of that was pretty much wrong in a lot of people’s books, but Danica wasn’t most people, that much they knew. So while she waited for the ‘whose is bigger’ contest that most males of the pack had, she just quietly laid there waiting for them to get on with it and all. Then again, it wasn’t as if she were expected to get up and entertain them in ways that they wanted to be entertained. And Satan knew how much she did not want to know about those thoughts, even thought she more than likely would have done them faster than the wind could carry a leaf away on the breeze.
The cigarette smoke from Jasper’s cigarette was intoxicating, but that probably had something to do with the way his lips had coated it with blood. It sent a pulse of pleasure through her stomach and up the throat. Lust, the urge for that sweet crimson nectar of life to be staining the insides of her body flowed through her body, almost causing her to grown with want and need. The smell of that blood purified the haze floating around her brain disintegrate, the only desire of licking any trace of blood away from his lips. Controlling herself, Dani looked up at Jasper through the dark, face crinkling in what could have been disgust. “Oh, gee, Mom, I’m so glad you so strictly informed me that I should lay off the crack. Whatever would I do without you?” Putting a finger between her teeth, slightly biting on it, she rolled her eyes, the sarcastic and innocent tone falling away from her throat. “Next time I’ll make sure to yell a little quieter, for your sake of course,” she said resting her head back and looking up at the ceiling, a smirk playing across her features. There were moments when the girl just liked being an outright bitch, but it was just her attitude. She was full of bull and didn’t mind slinging it around every once in awhile. Jasper just should have been lucky he didn’t get some sexual comment that was surely there hidden on her tongue.
Looking at Vincent then at the remark that was so random but so funny with a small giggle, she went to looking disgusted and snorted. “Yeah, right. Cute like a dead fish,” she said rolling her eyes, rocking her head back against her pillow. Okay, so sarcasm naturally spewed from her pale lips, but it just couldn’t be helped! Soon, she could feel Vincent’s body weight on her and she didn’t feel compelled to more out from under the weight, even when his hand groped at hers. It was just one of those things where it was so right it was kind of wrong situations. Besides, the chick was hung over and partially stoned, it didn’t really matter what she thought was going on. When her friend started singing, Dani fell into a silent lull, eyes not completely drooped yet still as if she were about ready to go back to sleep. “Damn you, Vincent, you always put me to sleep,” the were-girl said in a partial yawn and stretching, back cracking where each vertebra met the next. Stubbing out her cigarette, she curled up further into a ball. IT was likely either one of them could pick her up and throw her across the room like a basketball.