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OoC: At your own risk.

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Ugh parties. She hated parties. Well…not really. She actually loved them. But it was far too crowded with humans, mortal life, for her to be comfortable. Thankfully it was a costume party and everyone thought she was normal and just wore some exquisite make-up.

To her dismay her costume wasn’t exactly a costume. It was her actual clothing, or at least what she found in her apartment, all she had was a tiny one piece black dress. Sleeveless, and held up only by her endowments, thank god she had a good set of them. The dress formed a cast around her, before flaring out into a mini pleated skirt that was far too short to wear out in decent public. Armed with a pair of fishnets and the combat boots she wore there, she looked like some sort of Goth hooker. And she hated it. But she’d have to make due. It was all she had. And she could deal with it. At least she made for decent eye candy? Meant for a good night of feeding at least.

She had her long black purple ringlets pulled just out of her face, but otherwise loose, cascading around her shoulders, and just past her shoulder blades, retaining it‘s form even through the rain. Making the contrast against her skin look as if she was glittering, and unnaturally white, which she was. The only blemishes on her fair skin were a nasty looking bite mark on the left side of her throat, as if she’d been victim to an animal attack, and on the left corner of her lower lip, a lesson. Don’t step out of bounds.

Bleh, she was originally just out for a quick snack but she’d managed to be pulled into this garbage. She would have left too had she not caught a glance of shock, which hair. Probably just a wig. But curiosity wouldn’t let her go. Well…I’ll be damned. She thought, without a pun intended. It was Eli. She hadn’t seen him in god only knew how long. With an amused laugh she shook her head. My, my, my who was his little morsel? Well by the look on his face no one.

Without skipping a beat she stepped forward, and threaded her arm through his, and shot a cursory glance at the young woman, before addressing Eli with a questioning, and most human glance.

“Darling, who’s she?” The tone in her voice was flat, and un-amused, as if she really meant it. Like she was truly appalled that her…the word tasted funny in her mouth…temp-boyfriend, could POSSIBLY be talking to another broad. Ah, she was good actress.

“Well look, if you want to tell your tramp to leave, I’d like to go home now.” She made sure to emphasize the word tramp. Just for giggles.

Eli felt an arm slip through his, cold and slender. He turned his head gently to his left side and saw Learna. He still recognized her, even after the years passed. He tried to smile but couldn't, instead he just murmured something to himself as he got dragged off by Learna, a goofy grin breaking on his face as he flashed his fangs at the female that Learna just scared off. Soon Eli caught his footing, keeping up with Learna long enough to remove his arm from hers and then he gently pushed her through the crowd, to the surrounding perimeter. As he pushed her gently out to the perimeter he grabbed her arm gently and brought her a bit closer to him, his hands gripped at her, cold and deathly.

"What are you doing here?"

His voice was demanding, a glint in his right eye mentioned only at his wishful, lustful intentions. Well, perhaps not his. But his counterpart thought well of her...endowments, indeed. Eli turned his head with a slight grunt and closed his eyes, a scar still remained on the left side of his face, from Corban, back when he was a fledgling. Rumors had been going around that Eli was back, but not as a vampire. But as a vampire that feeds off of other vampires, a Crusnik. A ancient disease recreated to curb the Vampiric race.

"It's not safe here. Go home, surely you can't be hungry...and Corban must be worried."

Eli had seemingly forgotten the events of the Venators, his reign of terror of his own kin. The torture and murder of one of his own brethren. Eli died shortly after the Venators rule came to an end. He was brought back to life only by the good graces of a certain Doctor he does not know, the experiment failed miserably of course, but Eli managed to survive. He had the cells of an ancient virus placed into the genome of his cells. Over time he had unlocked the genetic power within the cells, the Crusnik. There was more lust with Azael, his symbiont, then there was hunger.

She really, truly didn’t like being pushed. At all. In fact it was one of the things she loathed. Pushy people, and literal pushy people. Namely because they pushed people into other people. Though…she was guilty of that herself. For sport she’d pushed a young lady into oncoming traffic to see if she could dodge cars as well as she would ramble on about shoes. Apparently she couldn’t. Just when Lea was about to spin around and till him to knock it off he stopped pushing her but rather drew her closer to him. And suddenly she felt a bit awkward. With wide eyes she blinked and listened to him choose his words. Oh so demandingly.

“I’m here because I’m hungry.” The tone she used sounded like a teenaged girl who just wasn’t getting her way. Attitude and slight annoyance.

Now unhand me you brute! She thought. Though it sounded very, very humorous in her mind. With a sigh she listened to him explain why it wasn’t safe there and how surely she really wasn’t hungry. But oh, how she was. She hadn’t eaten in nearly a week, and she, unlike other vampires, just couldn’t do that. Taking hold of his wrists she pried his fingers from her arms, and spoke.

“I’m perfectly safe. What’re these people going to do? Throw holy water on me?” Actually that’d probably hurt.

At the mention of Corban she rolled her eyes. “He doesn’t care that I’m here, why should he? we’ve been split up for a while now.” the thought was clearly distressing. It wasn’t exactly a fond train for her, she didn’t like the idea, she never did, probably never would. But it wasn’t her decision, and who was she to argue?

“Anyway. What are you doing here? I thought you were like. Six feet under.”

Mate, sleep, repeat, mate, sleep, repeat...Mate-"

"Knock it off."

Eli said it aloud, but Learna was perceptive, she could tell that it wasn't directed towards her. Instead, towards something she couldn't see. Eli's attention was suddenly brought forth when she mentioned her and Corban not together anymore, he cocked his head like a dog, as if missing a beat. Within his head Azael seemed to jump with glee.

"She's probably single, go for it. You havn't gotten any in SOOOOOOOOO long, Cmon...cmon...cm-"

"Shutup."

Eli looked at Learna again, after looking around blankly. He then gave her a sort of fake smile and directed his attention once more elsewhere, as if having an imaginary arguement with himself. He then brought his attention, once more back to Learna. It would seem as if she was dealing with an ADD Vampire.

"Oh, um....me? Dead? Yeah, funny story, long story. Now I am back and I hate it, he doesn't, I do."

Eli was referring to a "He", who exactly was this person he referred to. Certainly not anyone around him, or within the vicinity. Learna would have noticed that. Eli absentmindedly scratched the back of his head, an awkward silence hung in the air and he talked once more.

"I'm looking for a doctor."

That excuse was lame in itself, for one. Vampires didn't need doctors, for two Eli just said himself he hated living, so wouldn't seeing a doctor being an oxymoron? Sometimes, one would have to wonder which screws were tightened, which were missing.

Knock it off.

Lea blinked. Rather…confused. But the distance in his voice probably meant it wasn’t for her. So she simply shrugged it off. She was about to say something before he spoke again…

Shut up.

…Hopefully not to her. She watched, simply as if put on pause, to see if he had anything else to say to himself. And actually when he started to answer her question, at first she thought he was talking to himself again. Oh. Kay. He obviously wasn’t…well. Mentally. But that was a-okay. She’d been around plenty of crazy people in her life, it was no big surprise. His next statement was though.

“A…a Doctor?” the word was so foreign to her. She had never, in her…entire lifetime…which was quite the span, gone to a doctor. For anything. She almost didn’t know the meaning of it. It had something to do with helping to heal wounds or something. Oh!

“Oh my god, are you injured? Are you alright?” She wasn’t panicking, frenetic? Slightly. But she wasn’t panicking.

"L..lets not talk about this here."

Eli turned hastily around and began to leave the square, his long coat swept behind him, ruffling in the wind. As his walked he placed his hands into his coat pocket, concealing them completely. He walked towards the park, it was generally clear this time of night, not many people to bother him. In the park there was a large garden with a 40 or so foot tall arch that leaped across the gardens, it rose far above the tallest tree's in the park and gave an excellent view of the festival. Eli was walking at a generally brisk pace, heading towards the large arch. With a simple tap of his foot he propelled himself up towards the arch, as he reached the apex of the jump he slowly glided down to the very top and there he stood, the wind blowing between his locks, looking out over the festival grounds. He waited patiently for Learna and took in the sights.

Each breeze of wind brought a tingling sensation to the scars that covered his face and somewhat exposed chest, for all that was underneath the longcoat were bandages, just worn bandages that served almost no purpose at all it had seemed. Eli brought a single hand up and brushed through his hair, sighing as he did so.

"I am not injured, I work perfectly fine. But I don't have much time to live, I want to find out why. And only that Doctor can tell me why."