The Bloody Streams[[open]]

[Lynnette Balk]

France? what an odd place to be...expically for Lynnette. yes Paris France was the 'city of love' but she wasn't looking for any, she simply wanted to visit, to find a way out of her normal vampire life. was there really a way out? no of course not, once your dead...your dead for good no going back to being human like every one else. not every one was human though, some where Vampires, Lycan, Wiccans! oh how she wished she could feel the sun's rays upon her face once again. she was never meant to be a vampire not in a million years, but she was and there wasn't any changing back. She might as well get used to this immortal life.

Lynnette slowly made her way down the streets of Paris France, her large red cloak flowing behind her, she wore a Dark red corset covered with vintage lace. A black two layered ruffled skirt with the same vintage lace as the corset with two dark red bows in the front the dress comes down about mid thigh also fish nets are wore and black heels. some would say she's a prostitute but she's far from one. she wears that as a symbol, and because its the only thing that fits her curves just right.

Soft black hair covered her memorizing dark hazel eyes. her steps were slow and soft on the ground, from the back you would think she was a ghost floating just above the ground. her eyes caught something, something intriguing. a single rose in a basket. she picked up the rose with her smooth pale hands, she held the flower between her index,middle finger and her thumb. her index and middle finger on the same side. she brought it up closer to her beautiful pale face that was covered by her soft black hair and examined it with her memorizing dark hazel eyes. a slight flick of Beatitude came to her eyes as she continued to examined the rose.

The rose was an odd color, red but it seemed to be more of a dark Crimson red. the stem was green and still had the sharp thorns on it. the texture of the stem was smooth in till the sharp thorns. they seemed to be sharper then a top of a needle, way sharper then that. the smell of the rose was very pleasurable to her high sense of smell.

[Stella Grimshaw]

Days turned into nights and nights into days. With the howling wind came a strong breeze, strange it should come at sunset on the night of a full moon. Stella walked journeying endlessly in search of her brother, but ever lead turned into a dead end and she was left with nothing. She received information on a group of vampires that headed towards France. It would make sense that there would be vampires there since it was so populated unless set in the country.

Stella journeyed on foot like she had been doing for a year now, stopping only when she needed to. She wondered why her brother would not stop for her, she wanted her brother back, not the vampire that he was thrown to be, but the brother that protected her. On the night of the full moon, Stella hair looked as black as a death raven as he dresses showed by some color. Her cloak covered most of her as she continued her search through the night.

As she walked, she sensed a strange presence near by. She stopped and looked around to find a young looking girl watching the roses. Stella knew that something was different with her, she looked ghostly white and to beautiful to be human, just as a vampire. Stella narrowed her eyes, vampires ruined her family and she hated them for it. "So where are the rest of you? You show know not to stray to far from your clan, it would be dangerous, would it not?" Stella spoke as if she was concerned for the young girl before her.

[Lynnette Balk]

The Vampiric figure did not move an inch but moved her eyes to the corners of her eyes staring at this unknown creature. her memorizing dark hazel eyes would not have any affect on this female. Lynnette could barely see the figure though her soft black hair. her eyes turned back to the rose as she slowly and softly placed it in to the basket where she found it. as a small gust of wind came, she turned her head softly getting a better view of the female creature. black hair and black cloths were on the creature. "So where are the rest of you? You show know not to stray to far from your clan, it would be dangerous, would it not?" she heard as she studied the creature. " yes it would be...but i have no others, never did and most likely never will " her soft calming voice spoke as another small gust of wind blew her red cloak softly. " isn't it a little odd for Paris to be so.....empty at night? " she asked softly with a little suspicion in her voice as her eyes traveled from store to store seeing no light but the street ones.