It will all be over

[vamp]

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Everyday, people die.

This is a fact of life, something that cannot be changed no matter how much people will it to. People are going to die. They will be shot, stabbed, burned, crushed, sickened, or simply pass on of old age. The Grim Reaper will come, and take them to their eternal judgment. It was all part of being mortal.

As a man was beginning to realize right now.

Sophia stood over him, watching as the life slowly faded from his body. Her golden eyes watched dispassionately as he took his last few breaths. Centuries of watching people die had hardened the vampiress to it. Now it simply proved a minor distraction. She only remained to make certain that he did not cry out. Did not alert someone of their presence. For she could not afford to be found with a dying man.

Particularly one who died this way.

"It will all be over soon," she cooed. She leaned over and stroked his forehead, smiling. Fangs showed in that smile, reflecting in the light of the moon.

"Let go of life, and simply fade..."

[micah]

(ooc. I'm sorry but I had to comment HOLY CRAP THAT SIG IS CREEPY.)

Life was good and money was rolling in after he landed a rather large paying modeling job. It was the most repectable modeling job but it was money and it would spread his name. He personally saw nothing wrong posing nude just so a bunch of drooling women could stare at him in the pages of some magazine. He was spreading the love of his gorgeous body. It was also one of the highest paying jobs he'd been offered in well over two months, so he'd taken it.

Micah was just rounding the corner looking through his planner for the next day when he caught some movement at the side of his eye. Usually he ignore such things up until she heard an extremely sexy voice. His greenish-grey eyes searched for the source, and his feet carried him toward it as if a hook had sunk into his chest and was reeling him in.

What he found was not good, and not sexy. Micah might lift weight, might have ripped everything, and stood at around six foot solid. But this male model was an absolute whimp. Paling instantly he knew he'd just walked in on something very bad for the man about to die and him.

"Ah, bloody hell." He stumbled back against the nearby building flinching as he realized he probably shouldn't have talked. Eyes wide and heart thrashing in his chest he figured might as well go all out on stupidity. "Hey, um, excuse me Miss? I do believe you're killing the poor bloke."

Wow, that was intelligent. As old as he was he still reacted badly to death. Blame it on a sheltered life, but blood, death, and gore had never appealed to him. Now he'd just walked in on it.

[vamp]

The new thoughts reached her before the new appearance did. Sophia looked up, mildly amused. A pretty person, though hardly worth her while. From the feel of it, his head worked properly enough. So perhaps he could be redeemed. Unlike the trash beneath her feet.

"To be horribly precise, he's already dying," she clarified. The vampiress rose to her feet, staring directly into the man. Not at the man, though she did that as well. No, Sophia looked directly into the man, smiling darkly.

"That's what happens to a human when they lose too much blood. They die. It's unfortunate," she shrugged her shoulders. Her eyes fell upon the dying man, and she knelt before him, stroking his face gently. "Fool was a drunkard. A burden, really."

She looked up to the new arrival, her golden eyes taking him in. "What can I do for you, Micah?"

[micah]

This was bad, so bad he almost felt like screaming for help. Why did he insist on not taking the lemo home? Taking a deep breath he straightened not willing to die acting like a coward even if he was one. As he did this he wanted to know why all the really hot ones had to be evil.

His eyes darted to the dying man and he whinced pretty sure he'd be next. "Yeah, death tends to come from extremem blood loss. Maybe we should get him to a doctor?"

Even drunkards deserved to live, he thought as sadness of another life ending. It wasn't like he knew him, or would've helped him if he'd passed him on the street. He'd probably die soon anyway, during the winter.

"How do you know my name?" She'd seen him in a magazine, on a billboard, on a commercial, any one of those would make sense. Yes, that was it. She wasn't a scary person, she just so happened to be with the dying dude. This was bad!

[vamp]

How quaint, the man was struggling to keep someone alive. Someone worthless, really. More refuse amid the trash called humanity. Sophia smiled, her fangs sliding down.

"Feel free to take him to one," she offered, waving a hand at the dying man. "I'm sure it would be interesting to explain his condition. So much blood gone, and so little wounds. One would almost expect something foul, wouldn't you?"

She stepped back, toward a wall now, leaving room for Micah to pick up the dying man. To tend to his wounds, should that be his desire.

"I know many things, Micah D'mitrii," insisted Sophia. She closed her eyes now, leaning her head slightly back. By denying her sight, she could better develop her other senses. Smell. Hearing. Micah's unique odor. The beat of his heart. Some sensations never grew old.

"You ought to hurry, if you want to help."

[micah]

She had some excellent points, and he hated it. If he showed up with the drunkard, most likely homeless, in his arms with all his blood drained they'd peg him as the vampire. It would ruin all that he'd built over these years. His reputation, his job, his money would all be gone in a flash. So selfish but so true.

"What else do you know?" Micah felt the stirrings of anger as the realization that he wouldn't be able to help the man. If he did it would doom him, and he couldn't do that. Not for someone he didn't know, who had submitted themselves to a live of alcoholism, and filth. The man had really been asking for it. It wasn't like she'd picked some hopeless innocent.

Conflicted he took a step toward the man his eyes darting to the stunning female. He didn't know what to do, didn't know if he should help. Joshua would know what to do, the smarter of the duo. The one with a less selfish heart. Micah just couldn't risk it. He'd worked too hard too long to build his small fortune and name. Sighing he stopped and hung his head. He wouldn't help, he'd stand there and watch the man die. He was just as horrible as the woman who'd done it.

[vamp]

That was something Sophia was familiar with.

They talked so pretty. I want to save the world. I want to help people. I want to take this man to a doctor. But at the end of the day, they were simply too caught up in their own little lives to risk it. It sickened Sophia, and she considered finishing off Micah then and there as well.

But she could feel the age upon him. The burden of many years. One did not end a life like that lightly. Besides, he was thinking pragmatically, and Sophia could not argue overmuch with that. Perhaps she would test him again. But for now, she elected to allow him to continue living.

"What I know would take some time in the telling," she offered. Her eyes flicked to the man as he took his last breaths, then to Micah. She looked slightly amused by the whole affair.

"Shame Joshua isn't here. He'd know what to do."

[micah]

Deciding not to feel overly guilty over a thing he ultimately couldn't change he moved to have his back to the dying man. Better to not watch him die. Better for his psyche. To let him believe he couldn't do anything to change a fate sealed to death. By the time he got to the hospital the man would most likely be dead anyway. The process of getting there was also an issue in being seen, though he could always call for his limo. With traffic added in death was sure to find the man no matter what he tried to do, and the risk added to it. No, he would feel no guilt and would sleep easy that night. He hoped.

"Time? I have time." Was he seriously agreeing to have a nice long chat with a murderer? If it appeased her and kept her from killing him, yes. He did not feel like dying, not yet. Appeasing a muderess was nothing compared to some of the things he had to do to get to the place he was now. All he had to do was listen. Not bad at all.

"J-Joshua?" He paled he didn't want his only friend brought into this. How had she known about him? Micah felt panic squeeze his heart and he gritted his teeth. She could threaten him but he didn't like her threatening Joshua. His manager was like a brother to him. More like family than his family had ever been to him.

"Please, leave him out of this. I walked in on you not him." But when it came down to his life or Josh's who would he pick? He didn't know, and that fact made him feel hollow inside. The depths of his selfishness amazed even him sometimes.

[vamp]

The thoughts were a nervous jumble of self-preservation. In all truth, Sophia could barely stand it. Again she wrestled with the urge to end him then and there. Serve him right, the horrible person that he was.

But she was full, and that made her slightly lethargic.

"We all have time," she murmured. Her golden eyes went to the man, and she listened to the ever-slowing beats of his fading heart. "Some of us more than others."

Again she turned a fanged smile at Micah. It was enjoyable watching him squirm, if only because of who he was. Yes, she could tell he was rich and "powerful." You didn't need to be psychic to read that from the man.

At least he was attempting to protect his friend. A sliver of redemption. She turned back to the man, watching his final breaths.

"You'd actually protect him, if just so. When there was clearly no other option left. You're not quite that horrible, Micah," she spoke softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Which is fortunate for you. Otherwise you might be joining this man."

She knelt to the man, giving his body one last touch. With that, she felt his last heartbeat fade.

[micah]

Okay, so he had tried to convince himself that she wasn't a vampire. That he was imagining things that she was just a murderer. But after that flash of fang all those delusions went out of his mind for good. He found himself staring at those fangs knowing they would bring his death if he didn't watch it. But a part of him was intrigued to have that kind of power over someone else.

Micah swallowed hard turning his gaze to the side no longer wanting to look at sucha thing. Death was not beautiful, and neither were those who caused it. So he would not accept it.

"Time to listen that is..." He watched her go to the man his feet backing away from her death giving touch.

Her words haunted him for even though he wanted to believe them he still had that feeling that he'd run. That when it came to his life or Joshua's he'd save his own skin. Micah watched her for her reactions to him would determine his life span. "So do you only kill horrible people? Worthless people?"

How did she know so much about him? This was really bothering him, and he also hoped he wasn't horrible enough for her to kill. Sure he'd done bad things in his life but nothing horrible, or he hoped not horrible in her eyes.

[vamp]

"I kill," Sophia shifted, watching the man's final moments.. So much better than staring at the self-satisfied pretty boy. Micah was a dandy, simple as that. Hardly worth the space he occupied. And each word simply grated further on Sophia's nerves, making her wonder if she should simply end his annoying chirping there. It would certainly make her feel better. Probably his manager too.

"I kill worthless people," she turned now, locking dark amber eyes on Micah's, letting her eeriness draw him in. "Life is a precious gift. Far too many people waste it on frivolity and pointless things. Modeling, preening like a popinjay for crowds. Or rummaging around in the garbage for a bite to eat."

She smiled, again showing fangs, "They're roughly the same thing."

Her hands fluttered over the body, then she rose, dusting the hem of her dress. This done, she started toward the alley, pausing in front of Micah, staring at him.

Clearly she wanted him to move, but wasn't about to tell him that.

[micah]

So he felt his life becoming closer and closer to death. Just standing near her felt like his day on this world was getting shorter. Her speech, her stance, the way she dealt with death. Everything just creeped him out. Her next few sentences did not help his comfort levels, but did help the creepiness level.

"Oh, well. Good thing I do more than model." Smiling weakly he rubbed the back of his head. This psychopathic, murderess just pegged him for her next meal. He needed to tell Joshua to up the guard around him. No more lonely walks for him for a good long time.

As she got closer to him his heart jumped to his throat while his gut went into his bowels. Eyes wide he backed instinctively away from the evil in front of him. Blood drained from his face as he backed away from her. Even though he was male, fae, and not the most defenseless being on the planet. She just exhumed something that let him know he'd die. Maybe it was the dead man in the alley. Or the way she showed no fear toward anything.

[vamp]

Pathetic being could tell the sands of his immortal life were moving faster. Almost as if Sophia tapped the glass, urging life to pour faster. When would his time run out? Clearly it lay within the vampiress's hands.

"Move," she ordered. Her eyes flicked the direction for him, and she still stood stock still, waiting for him to follow through. Sophia had no doubt he'd follow her order. For that matter, she suspected that fear had quite a lot to do with the paralysis he showed now.

Her expression didn't change, though she took the moment to delve further into his tiny mind, unearthing what she wanted from there. If she truly wanted to, she could simply embed unpleasant images there. Nightmares for him to experience later. And it was tempting, as he was quite the jellyfish.

But he still had a chance. He simply had to move and let her be.

[micah]

Move? He was moving! Where did she want him to move other than backwards away from her? Not catching the eye movement as the command that it was he stumbled away. All he knew was that she wanted him to move. He moved away from her going to the opposite side of the alley as fast as possible.

"There, moved! I moved!" Hands up like a plea to have her not kill him he tripped and wobbled his way well away from her.

All the while his mind screamed to dial his cell phone for the police, but his hands shook too much. Inbetween thoughts of calling authorities came many thoughts of Please, don't kill me. and Where in the hell does she want me to move exactly? Is this right? Sh*t, she's gonna kill me.

Not really happy with the fact that he was letting such a petite, lovely woman scare his pants off, he tightened his jaw. It should be a law that sexy women should not be so damned intimidating.