Talking to Strangers;; Drake

[xandra arch dragone.]

Xandra walked down the abandoned sidewalk. The lights gave off a soft incandescent glow. The girl walked with her head down, she tucked her arms around her belly. It was a bit chilly outside tonight, the darkness made the world feel a little bit cooler then it really was. The slight wind blew into Xandra ears, sounding like faint whispers. Xandra hair brushed against her neck every time she felt a gust of air. Xandra looked down and counted the cracks on the sidewalk. She was tired, it was a long day at work and she was let out late and instead of going home and resting she drove out here. Why? To be alone, to get away. She can already feel her cat meowing at the empty food bowl that is next to the counter. That is the only cat that likes her, this cat can see past her werewolf interior and see the human she is on the outside. Xandra felt somewhat bad now, leaving her cat alone in the large opened house she lives in. She shook of the guiltiness, she will get to her cat soon. Tonight is about getting away, but from what exactly? Xandra wasn't quiet sure.

Xandra looked up in the midnight sky. No stars dotted the sky in abstract ways, and the moon didn't show its ivory face. It stays hidden behind the dark curtains, not showing it's new face. A new moon. Xandra stepped out of the soft glowing lights into the damp grass. She heard squishing under her boots, and now she was walking technically in the dark. A few lights dotted around the lake, but Xandra felt like getting out of the light and into the darkness. Xandra stood in the grass field, a few yards away from the lake which laid still. Looking like a large mirror reflecting the night sky back to itself. Xandra un-tucked her arms and she just took in a big breath and exhaled. Being a nurse can be difficult, defiantly when you see patients that have claws marks and blood plastered all over their bodies. Fearing this mess could've been made from you. Xandra closed her eyes, but these patients that were attacked by a unknown beast are always nice to her and she takes care of them. But she can only feel pain towards these people, she feels bad. Because the reason they are in so much pain is because of a problem she is apart of and this problem is unsolvable. She will always have patients like this, forever.

Unless, she leaves Ashford, and goes somewhere that is more normal. A place that doesn't have creatures like herself. But then, she will be a monster if she goes around just normal human beings, and she will kill even more then she does now. Xandra sighed, and she wouldn't want to leave the Ortega Family, they let her in and she feels like she won't ever leave. Xandra kicked up the damp grass created a small muddy hole. She began walking towards the lake, hearing for anybody. She didn't here and mumbling or any unknown laughter. She only heard the animals of the night, crickets playing their symphony of the night. Sounding somewhat like ocean waves, and a few unknown animals noises here and there. Xandra walked back under the light, she stepped close to the lake and look into the still water. She saw herself, with a nothingness background. She let her mouth curl up into a little smirked. Now her reflection looked sinister, Xandra didn't like this look. She then put back her straight face, and she grew slightly bored. Does she always look this boring? When people pass her by, do they see this boring, un-amusing face?

Then Xandra smiled, not with her teeth but just a small smile. You think it look good, right? Well, no it actually looks fake, her eyes don't show what her lips say. It looked fake, so is this what her patients see all the time? Do they know she is fake smiling? Hopefully not, Xandra wants her patients happy, they already been through enough. She will need to work on this. Xandra sat down on the cold side walk and she sprawled over the side walk, staring up at the pitch black sky. The nothing sky, nothing showed, nothing interesting. The focal point was usually the moon, so Xandra eyes searched for something that would catch her attention. But nothing did, nothing at all. So Xandra laid there, by herself, just looking into the endless nothingness, that we call a night sky tonight.
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Muse; Um, could do better
Words; 768
Notes; Sorry, I'm not good at starters
Music; Thrice - A Song For Milly Michaelson

[Drake Ramsy Beldon.]

(sorry..this is long and rather rambl-y...rather bad >.<)

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] He wasn't impressed; Lake Marshal was on the south side of town which fell under his own area, a place the Ortega controlled where it was miles down the road from the warehouse which rested on the very outskirts of town. No one ever traveled so far out believing there was nothing out here than an abandoned warehouse and cemetery, the shotty bar was known for having a reputation of violence and rumor was death and disappearances. Drake had to quirk his lips in a sideways smirk at the reputation the small bar had; of course Moonies was like all others under Ortega thumb, more so his own than any others and the name was just a joke that displayed his rare sense of humor. It was almost a play-off from that annoying vampire show Kimberly insisted on watching, perhaps strong content yet Drake seemed to only ever interact with his daughter or actually parent when it suited him; he cared for the girl and would never let anything happen. However he never wanted the child and was furious when the woman had left her at his doorstep stating she wanted nothing to do with the child; as if he did? Once again it was Theta who saved the life of the young girl, convincing Drake to keep the child and have Ortega more or less raise her which was exactly what he did. She begged and pleaded at all times to garner attention from him, picking up his own personality in areas to impress him and draw attention to herself. For the longest he either made Theta or Leander look after the small child which one was more willing to do than the other. Kimberly formed the same dark streak as himself with the temper to match and when he would not bend to her tears she began to lash out at others before he took notice. Not at all a conventional family with the child exposed to sexual content and violence, his words never censored around her or his intentions to-ward another. He had to think..she was seven now, seven years he had ignored and given her the least amount of attention he could while continuing to his own agenda. Through the years his fondness for the girl seemed to grow the more of himself he saw in her, the times when she so excitedly talked about unfortunate occurrences happening to other members, how she snapped at others so viciously and perhaps the thing to bring them finally to some relationship was her constant concern about not being what he was, being human. It was impossible for her to be just a human, but it seemed her greatest fear that he would reject her completely and it disgusted him the emotion of concern and want to comfort her that always swam in his insides and under his skin making him want to tear the flesh from his very bones. It was becoming impossible to not feel for the daughter he never wanted and to not find himself giving her the attention she craved from him so wan-tingly. He doesn't avoid her so regularly or even ignore, only half listening as she rattles off some non-sense about the fights and flippantly answers her questions before leaving the room; he has never concerned himself with where she goes or when, allowing her to wander where she pleases and has only recently began to wonder and question where she visits so frequently. Again it was becoming impossible not to relate to the small child. Scowling he eyed the lake in front him, instantly regretting his decision to come here, he had better things to keep his attention; there were two human girls at his mercy back home not to mention the rumor one Ethan Maine had returned to Ashford; Drake could do nothing against the young men given the deal he made with Amelia to make sure both her brother and lover stayed safe...however Ethan had run off never to be heard from and this requested some sort of punishment. He had promised he would ensure their lives were safe and he would keep to this, it just meant he could not kill Ethan. Pity really, he wasn't fond of Ethan all to much and believed it would be a favor to humanity to end the simpering pups life, he would even be nice and do it quickly with the least amount of pain since he was after-all screwing his girlfriend. How he loved how the human heart influenced the mind; her brother leaves to protect her from the monster he was for her to only fall into bad with one truly much worse believing she was protecting the ones she loved. Love. A fake and weak emotion that was never any good and he detested with so much venom; his brother believed in it while trying to drill it into his head that what they shared was love while Drake made it clear it was nothing more than blood bound and bonded. He could feel that that insatiable hunger, carnal need clenching in the pit of his stomach; how much ,more fun this place would be if summer with students running around for the dare of late night swimming. He enjoyed the hunt and god watching them run around was like waving the flag in front of an angry bull waiting to charge, could feel his K-9 teeth stretch beneath his gums as the blue ice of his eyes shifted slowly, gold seeming to bleed slowly and spread through the iris. In an instant however his face seemed to automatically shift straight back into the smooth plains of his face, blue eyes rested heatedly on the woman laying upon the ground. His chest vibrated in a feral growl while he walked toward her, head tilting to the side staring down at her. Wolfish smirk curled his lips, almost a purring sound passing through his slightly parted lips. "Why little red..you look good enough to eat." The gold in his eyes seem to come alive once again briefly as he looked at her, crooked smirk twitching the corners of his lips.

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