Plenty Of Wandering Around [ Open ]

[Amethyst]

With the night a little cold and very breezy of the wind blowing hard it seemed as if the streets were all deserted. Most of them anyways. Those who were out in the wind and cold were male humans drunk and talking with each other having a grand old time with each other. Though there was one figure who stood out of the bunch of those who were out. She kept her hair down to cover her dear ears from the cold wind as she walked. Her black cloak seemed to make her blend in with the dark buildings that stood as she walked by the time. Amethyst tried to avoid the men around every street she walked down. She had wished she was with her husband and then maybe she would haven't to be bothered by anything of the foolish drunk men out here.

She pulled her cloak tighter around her to keep the wind from sneaking into her cloak and making her freezing despite the fact of her long sleeved dress she wore. It was very plain the color of a dark purple. It made her look like she was a bit younger than the age she really was which was 23 years of age. Though as she walked down the street her shoes clicking every now and then she started to feel afraid that someone was following her. She had no idea who and didn't want to be bugged, but whoever was following her was out to get her for probably different reasons that she would expect. She knew she shouldn't haven't been out at such a late hour, but she needed the fresh air and Charles her husband was out of town with his work helping others out and wouldn't be back until the next month. She felt lonely at home and even though her cat kept her company most of the time the house felt empty.

Amethyst stopped as she heard footsteps behind her. She felt nervous just standing there. She didn't know what to do. She hadn't been a vampire for very long and still was getting the hang of things. She could smell a type of liquid on the man behind her, but it didn't ring to her that the liquid was alcohol of sort. She stood there hoping the man would leave her be or that someone would come and the man woudl run off, but none of that happened. She started to walk again only see this time to feel herself being pushed up against a wall of a building. "Stop it! " She screamed trying to push the drunk man away from her. She tried everything in her power to push the man away only to be pushed against the wall harder. She could smell the pundent smell of the alcohol on the man's breath now trying hard not to smell it in, but it wasn't helping her any bit that the man's mouth was opened the whole time he was trying to make her stand still. She struggled under his heavy weight feeling ill all the more. She even screamed for help in hopes of someone coming to find out what the screaming was going on for.

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[xXx Law xXx]

"Augh... This ale... something's wrong with it... I might have stuck with regular ale, and all would have been right..." There came a long groan down the long street, echoing in unison with the clanging of a tashcan. The metal fell to the ground, rolling across the dark bricks and into what these englanders called a road. Who on earth would want to drive across bricks? Did they not wear away horse hooves themselves? Ah, something was wrong with the Europeon air, something indeed.

The tall, thin figure stumbled throughout the darkness, hand pressed firmly to his snow white forehead. Low growls and groans escaped his throat, each step seeming more painful than the last. This feeling, this awful headache... it was the same as being drunk, without any of the perks. A sheer headache, that's all it was, and nothing more. His heel clicked against a brick of the road, causing him to stumble forwards and nearly fall, only to land on his knees.

"... This place... is hell. Hell with rain... Hm?" Slowly, the silver haired boy lifted his head, eyes gazing across the road. He felt his nose, though it burned with the after effects of the beforehand drink, wiggle, taking in the scent of a new, foreign substance. Climbing to his feet, his eyes began to react to the darkness, making out the scene of a struggle between two people.

Instinct kicking in, the man rushed forwards, pushing himself against the side of this attacker. Calling upon one of the few good things of being a Lycan itself, he mustered up his abnormal strength, knowing full well that without it, he would currently be incapable of taking on somebody of this size alone.

[Amethyst]

Amethyst struggled with the weight of the man pushing her into the wall. She heard someone talking a few yards away from them mumbling something she couldn't quite understand. She was breathing heavy when she felt the man's cold lips run down her neck kissing her. She tried to knock him off his feet only to find a figure knock him off of her. She stood there shocked at what to do. She could see the man on the ground moaning calling to her to wait for him.

Amethyst only moved backwards away from the man her skirts swaying as she moved trying not to trip over her feet as she did so. What do I do? she thought scared the man was going to get up and try to do the same thing he had done before he was knocked to the ground by the mysterious man. She had a few questions as to who this man was and what he wanted. He sounded drunk to her when she listened to him hobble across the empty street.

She looked around the street to see it was only the three of them. She didn't want to be stuck in a tight situation with the man's friends to help him out. She would might as well scream her useless lungs by doing so. She looked at the figure to see white hair. She could have sworn he looked younger than an old man, but maybe she was wrong. She wasn't sure and didn't know what to think.

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[xXx Law xXx]

"Augh! Come on! Fight like a... man...?" He struggled against the grounded man for a moment, unaware of anybody fighting back. After a second, though, he came to realize the futility of the fight. This man was far too drunk to ever pose as a real opponent, slurred speech and slow reactions abound. Sighing, Lawrence climbed to his feet for yet the fourth time of that night, rather tired of being so near to the ground. He arched his back in a stretch, stumbling over the lying man's body to get away. Of course, he could take on a human, and would willingly do so if not for the splitting headache. Oh, how his senses burned.

Instead, Law now moved away from the drunkards body, stepping backwards. He stood there, watching the drunk with a bit of an amused grin now. Ah, how wonderful. He now had a belligerent alcoholic.

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[Amethyst]

Amethyst stared at the man confused. "Who are you?" she asked confused a bit. She hadn't expected anything to happen tonight. She was just talking her nightly walk. She wondered if the man was too drunk to even answer her question yet alone walk by himself. She looked at him. He seemed a bit different, but how she couldn't quite tell. For one he had an accent of some sort.

"May I ask what's your name? I....." she trailed off not knowing what else to say. She didn't know what to do with him. He was too drunk to do anything else and with the police wandering around at night seemed almost impossible to leave him. They could have him taken away or something of the sorts. Though curiousity got the better of her and she stayed to find out the man's name and where he was from. If he was from around here.

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[xXx Law xXx]

"... Name...? Augh... It's... Lawrence..." It was all Law could utter, another bolt striking through his forehead. It seemed to rush down, past the brain and through the eyes, as though gnawing at the very stem. Painful, so incredibly painful. Maybe now what the perfect time to remember that he was not immune to the harmful side effects of substances...

Stumbling slightly, he made his way to the same wall where this female had been pinned before, falling against the icey chill bricks. He needed some sort of leverage, he decided, wondering his sheerly standing activated those rough, snapping surges in his head. Long silver hair flowed over his wrenched face, feeling like a bit of a nuissiance as it tickled the very tip of his nose. Suddenly, he wished he did believe in a fine man's haircut, if only for this moment, as the tickle was forcing him to lift his hand and rub it away "And you... are foolish, wandering in the night... So, do I call you Fool?"

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[Amethyst]

"And I find that an insult. I'm Amethyst. And there are reasons to why I wander around during the night. Only because I can't do so during the day. Maybe you should sleep with the pigs as your drunk as that fool on the ground." Amethyst sneered pointing to the man he knocked to the ground. She didn't like being insulted it was very rude and tended to have a few words to say about it. Though she avoided the harsh curses she heard other men say.

"Now. Do you mind telling me why a drunken man like you is doing out here in the middle of the night? Answer me that. Beause I know for one thing. You sure aren't from around here with your accent." Amethyst said loudly as she crossed her arms. She wondered if she was going to get a rude remark back about how rudely she was acting towards him, but at this point in time she could have cared less at the point.

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[xXx Law xXx]

"Wandering at night... A vampire? Delightful. I ought to have let the drunkard be, you would have ended up killing him anyways..." He muttered with a displeased groan, sliding to the ground with a clasp of his temple. So, he just saved a vampire, did he? While he personally had nothing against the race, he was not entirely amused on the fact that he had simply exerted himself for no reason. Vampires contained just as much strength and wry intelligence, if not more, than Law himself.

"I'm American, Southern if you want to know... Why do I wander at night? Because that's simply the time to do what I enjoy... As I man, I don't find myself pinned against a wall too often, so I can't say I am the one to be on trial here..." After the current attack upon his mind had subsided, Law ran his long, thin fingers through his hair, brushing back the feathery strands. Well, things could have been worse. It may have been a full moon in this wretched place. Slowly, Lawrence lifted his head, looking at her but not entirely looking to her "... And I'm hardly drunk, I simply wish that I was."

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[Amethyst]

Amethyst gave him a weird look. "Sir. Your drunk. I've seen men like you before. They are usually drunk when I see them. Grown respected men drunk. And I was terrified. I would have been walking with my husband, but it seems that I got word that was he was killed. Killed on a buisness trip. Now what am I going to do. Not going back to father's."Amethyst said the last few sentences to herself thinking.

It was true she did get word of her husband's death the day before. She felt terrible afterwards. She didn't want to be a widow. She was hoping to live with the man forever, and now it wasn't going to happen for her. She stood there in silence staring at the ground as she tried to think of what to do now. She could always go home and mope around like she did everyday until nightfall the falling night. Or she could just go home and go to bed. Knowing she needed it to calm her nerves. She really didn't know what to do.

If she went home it would only remind her of Charles. And then she would start crying over it again and then throwing things around. She didn't want that to happen. Now anyways. She wanted to keep everything in the form they were not in many different pieces.

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[xXx Law xXx]

"No, I'm not drunk, and I'll be a saying that for the third and final time, miss. I just don't seem to be used to this weird ale... It takes more than two drinks to make me intoxicate..." He said in his thick, Southern accent, narrowing those sharp blue eyes upon her own. Such an insult. He, drunk? From two small mugs...? Hardly. As if Lycan immunity didn't make it hard enough to gain a bit of a high.

"Husband...? Dead? That's too bad, I say. Still, I'll also be stating that it weren't too wise for wandering the street in the night" Lawrence climbed to his feet, fingers clawing at the building next to him for a bit of a support. His back cracked slightly, eyes crossing if only for a brief second "Death wish or no, ma'am, there are far more pleasant ways to die than at the hands of a foul breathed piece of trash."

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[Amethyst]

"Oh and what do you adivse I to do then, if you find it not wise to wander around at night? I can't do it during the day. I most certainly won't during the evening."Amethyst said a bit calmer then what she was a few minutes before. She wrapped her cloak around her tighter to keep it from falling off and to keep herself a little bit warmer.

Amethyst looked down at the ground kicking a few pebbles here and there out of pure boredom. She started to walk past Lawrence not really waiting for his answer to her question. He could have followed her if he wanted she didn't care. She was going at such a slow pace it wouldn't have been hard for him to catch up to her. She was just not in the mood to stand around.

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[xXx Law xXx]

"Obvious, isn't it...? You find a safer area than the heavily populated streets. You go to the country side, where nothing can bother you except for the wildlife... A far more honorable death, if you were to ask me." Lawrence ran his fingers through his hair, the silver down sliding easily between his fingers. He had an affinity for his own hair, an affinity unlike any other. It was much softer, far smoother than the wired fur of a the Lycan, and thus he favored and cherished every second of it's feel.

Arching his back, he turned, watching her leave. For once, he took in this female's features. A slender frame, certainly attractive in it's own right, but hardly exuberance. Her walk seemed rather haughty, as though she were not bred into wealth, but had somehow claimed her own right onto some sort of social status. Eyes moving upwards now, they fell upon her golden lockes.

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[Amethyst]

Amethyst stopped. "Yes. I could move, but I'm used to living in the city. If I moved to the country. I would feel awfully homesick of the city. So that's clearly out of the dear question about moving."Amethyst said turning around slowly. She had sensed the man was watching her when she had her back turn, but she wondered what was on the man's mind. She wasn't very good with talking to people as she was always very shy and quiet most the time. And to think she was wandering around trying to lose her mind off of her late husband. Such a pity, she hadn't known him for very long and yet she was griefing over him. What became of him really? Was he really killed by a cart or did something stabb him in the heart? She was quite curious about his death, though she doubt she would get the results on how he died.

She stared at the man for a bit. White hair? Was he had old man? No but Amethyst seem to think he was a bit older than he looked. How could someone's hair become white if they weren't that old? Could he have been born with white hair? She was curious though she didn't bother to ask as she was scared she would insult the man. Her only friends were animals or her dear books she cared about so much, nothing really more. She wasn't a talkative person and she wasn't a social butterfly she was the complete opposite of everything. But what was she suppose to do about that? Nothing. She wasn't going to change herself so that she fit in. It would make her look like a fool if she did and she wouldn't be quite comfortable about it.

She turned her attention back to the man. She was curious and was going to ask the question that was bugging her. "How did you get white hair if you don't look that old? I don't mean to be rude or anything. I was just curious. That's all."she said politely. She didn't want to sound rude or anything. She wasn't the kind of person to be rude to others like some of the other people she had met.

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[xXx Law xXx]

"White hair, you say...? I suppose it's just a side effect. I was actually born blonde, a light blonde, but the lack of sunlight must have lightened the pigments..." Lawrence spoke audibly enough, though in it's own odd way it resembled a type of mumble and mutter. As though he was not even contemplating the words he spoke, similar to sleeping in one's own right, though he was quite awake.

With an incredible speed, he stepped his way over before her, now blocking her path. His movements were agile, barely stepping against the stone of the ground, a floating exterior in sight. Standing before the young woman now, this gorgeous young woman, Lawrence found little attraction to her in general. Her eyes were a lovely blue, her features perfectly defined, her lips a pastel pink. However, despite these alluring qualities, all Law could lay his eyes upon was the light, softened blond hair. Lifting his hands, fingers began to rise, brushing aside a single bang "It was a lighter color than your own, a color of sweet and refined youth... A color I no longer posess."

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[Amethyst]

Amethyst jumped a bit when she saw him jump in front of her. She wanted to move back but her feet wouldn't allow her to do so. She looked at him while she felt him touch one of her bangs. "Why would the lack of sunlight lighten the pigments? It doesn't sound right to me that something like that would happen."Amethyst said. Is he lying to me? Though its hard that I can't tell if he is or not. And why would he be touching my hair? Its very strange to have a stranger touch my hair other than my parents or somebody I know.Amethyst thought to herself as she stood there waiting to see how Law would respond to her comment.

She shivered a bit when she felt the cold wind brush acorss the back of her neck. Pulling her cloak closer to herself it gave away what she was feeling. Very Cold. She was shivering nonstop for a while until she got used to the coldness, but she was still none the less cold. The Wind had also picked up a bit making everything in its path start to blow away. Luckily nothing of Amethyst's had blown away with the wind expect her yellow curls blowing with the wind.

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