The Rose in the Storm

[Lynnette Balk]

The big city....wasn't as big as she thought. Dark hazel eyes hidden behind soft black hair travel from one to another as she slowly moved though the not to crowed streets with her large red cloak following her making her look as if she was a ghost floating just above the ground, besides the sound the necklace's she wore hitting each other softly. she wore two necklaces, both silver, one was a silver locker that would not open and the other was just a black diamond also known as a Jet.

Her pale complexion under her red cloak but covered by a short dress, a dress with the looks of a prostitute, the shape of the dress clanged to her curves of her thin figure in all the correct spots. 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 worn as well as black heels.

Slightly hungry this Vampire was, she brushed her soft black hair out of her face reveling her memorizing dark hazel eyes of hers. her eyes traveled from one person to another, looking to see if any of them looked appetizing but none did. She's have to go hungry for the day if she did not find a creature with blood she could drink. " He looks appetizing to eat " her mind would tell her, she never listened to her self, most of the time because it was either wrong or would make her in to a monster.

she suddenly stopped letting her hair fall in front of her face. Feeling eyes upon her body she looked around, using only her dark memorizing hazel eyes.

[Kirsten Shepherd]

The normally soft brown puppy dog eyes, were amber. A dark burning amber. Being here, this close to turning was dangerous. The two canines in her mouth were pointed dangerously, like a vampire's, yet alittle longer. Muscles rippled in her powerful legs. Ebony cloak covered her figure and she moved through the crowd with grace and quickness. Most people would think she was talented. No, she was a werewolf. Unlike her predecessors, she did not have the fiery red hair of the Irish. Her hair was a dark brown, maybe she should have it done black? What she saw when she looked up stopped her dead in her tracks. A girl, dressed as a tramp, stood ahead. But Kirsten's 'abilities' let her know to continue cautiously. Her skin was too pale. Her eyes to knowing and wise. A vampire.

The young werewolf slowed her pace, keeping her burning amber gaze away from the vampire. All the girl had to do was look at her eyes and know what she was. Pulling the hood up over her dark hair, Kirsten watched the girl from the corners of her wolfish eyes. A vampire in New York. A werewolf in New York. Strange no? Maybe, maybe not. The Lycans were used by the other species because they were powerful and hard to kill. Kirsten was smart enough to avoid Wiccans, Vampires, and even the humans. They were stupid enough, if they saw something strange and suspicious they would kill it. But a werewolf is hard to kill. Only silver would truly kill a werewolf. And the girl was wearing silver.