Ophelia Immortal (Open)

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A soft heart beat, the first sound she'd heard in months. But who's heart was it, here in the middle of the ocean she was startled from her slumber. Her mind wandered, seeing into the thoughts of others, through the eyes of others in a nearby city. Desperately she searched for the source, hunger mounting in her. Yet it would soon come to her realization that it was her own heart, the beating soft and slow, slower then she could recall. Ever since Xavier she'd slumbered, the Lycan she'd attempted to capture and torture. For reasons she could not recall she'd burrowed into the earth, beneath the ever peaceful waves. Yet now it seemed she felt the urge to rise once more, to be amongst the living.

Slowly she clawed her way to the surface, her hands shaped into the grotesque motion of claws. Under her grasp it would squish, making it feel as if she were swimming against a current in her currently weakened state. For hours she would pull, scratched, and shuffle her way out of her earthen tomb. The waves would continue to move towards the shore, compelled by some divine creator to do so. Yet they would be the instrument which delivered this starving goddess to the shores, they would inflict her upon man kind once more as she was lost within the tides. The full moon would cause the crest of each wave to be a white cap, so it was undistinguisable from a wave, the form of Katia as she was delivered unto the shore.

To any who would happen upon her in this state she appeared as a statue. Her lips a pale colour, her skin almost as white as pure marble. The only thing that made her appear more like a washed up corpse was the thin white night gown she'd burrowed in. Now however it was soaked to the core, her flesh showing through it's fabric and revealing her naked form. Her eyes would remain closed as a silent cry went out to all the people in the area. Some would dismiss it as a figment of their imagination, while others would try to find the source of this noise in their head. The siren song that would lead to her ressurection. For now she was to weak to move from the dark shores, still half asleep.

Even in this state her beauty was without comparison, the bright moon and stars shining down on her form. It was almost like a scene from her favorite book, favorite poetry. If she could've laughed right now, she would have yet her body would not enable her to do much but lay still, perserving her energy like the serpent. Once the prey was near, she would feast and once more be able to walk amongst the living.

"Good-night, ladies; good-night, sweet ladies; good-night, good-night."

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Though she had never heard that voice before, it was achingly familiar, as though Isis should have known it. However, by the looks of those around her at this late hour, it was painstakingly obvious that it was a mental connection; thus, it was a supernatural being that was sending out this call, this wave of emotion that swept through the mindset of each person within the vicinity. At least, that was what the necromancer was banking on, praying that it wasn’t just her. Of course Isis heard voices- she summoned the dead, and had heard thousands upon thousands of individual vocal points in her short life. That had helped to get her into a mess in the past, was her calling to the dead, and the scars that, though barely seen nowadays, lacerated her body in gruesome wounds at a point earlier this year. The blonde haired woman pushed her hair back as she let out a frustrated sigh; the blonde strands that were too short to pull up were now starting to get on her nerves.

Deciding that she would have followed to see the owner of the voice regardless of whether or not it was a mental connection, Isis stepped off the curb. This time, however, she ventured into what she knew not with caution. Her eyes were scanning the area carefully, moving away from the artificial light of the city, to the beach where the moon and stars shone with such valor. The woman’s shoes, which were sneakers, as in check with her new modern clothes from getting a job at one of the clubs, did not get wet. Isis stayed far from the water, which she had once gazed at with longing. The necromancer was on edge, and refused to be caught off guard this time. The conjuring of the dead made her more like the dead, and the dead beings of which she summoned, celestial or otherwise, did not like water. At one point, Isis had wished to travel the ocean, to go to where her heart had called for so long.

That was thanks to one of the first men she had talked to after the incident that had caused those scars on her body. He was a shifter, and one of the people Isis considered her friends. He was a kind man, and lived a long life. Fleetingly, she wondered where he was now. That thought, however, was dashed when she saw the form of a woman. Her doe brown eyes watched her, still about forty feet up the coastline, careful and wary.

This, Isis decided, was where she began to take it slow and easy. It was her morbid curiosity that drew her here, and combined with this woman’s voice, was simply toxic. When she got within ten feet of the woman, Isis stopped, appraising her carefully in silence. She was poorly clothed, and that led her to believe that the woman was something that need not to worry about body temperature. However, the moon shone off of her skin with an eerie air; if she were Lycan or werewolf, there would have been some other sort of a color to her skin. No, this one’s skin tone was a deathly pallor, and Isis carefully, slowly took a step back. It reminded her of her former master - who had vanished months ago- with his skin so pale, and his eyes, cat-like and calculating. When she thought that, it was a word that struck fear in her. Isis did not usually dread the supernatural, rather, she just had terrible experiences with the worst of that sort.

“When you sing, do you expect someone to answer, or just to come?”

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Katia laughed inside her head, the person approaching seemed to be quite cautious. Perhaps she was aware of the things in this city that no one else wished to speak of, the things that went bump in the night. Or perhaps she was simply unsettled by her appearance? She didn't have time to find out which it was, the sound of her heart beat was loud in Katia's ears. The fount of delicious life energy was in her grasp almost, she could hardly contain herself yet she would try. Her senses were weak and so the words spoken sounded only as a whisper to her but they were not lost. At first she did not move, speak, or even open her eyes. She would simply relish in the fact that for the first time in however long, someone was speaking directly to her.

Turning her head to the side, she'd stare directly towards the girl with a heavy set look of exhaustion on her face. "When I sing, I expect someone to answer. However; I love to be paid for my performance, money simply will not do." she said slowly as she tried to laugh but it sounded pathetically weak. "Such a shame you have to come across me in such a state, I am far more beautiful then this.." she whispered with a saddened tone. She'd careful take in the girls features, what she could see yet she knew that this one would not willingly give up her nectar to the Vampiress, she would not let her willingly drain the life from her veins. "Most would've assumed I was just a corpse, are you a crazy person?" she asked with a faint trace of a smile on her face, "Perhaps you'd be so kind as to find me something to eat, I am so hungry..." she said sounding almost as if she were whimpering.

Her right hand would lift it's self off the sands as she placed it upon her stomach. Sometimes out of habit, instinct, she would imitate the movements that symbolized something in human culture. Wether it be a yawn or stretching, neither of them had any real meaning or use for her body. "Help me dear girl, I promise I won't bite.." she said sweetly as she used one hand and attempted to crawl closer towards her feet.

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Isis was carefully watching the woman, who was still unnamed. Though her eyes opened - she could see the lights of the city reflected upon them - she could not discern what color they were. The necromancer shifted her footing, feeling slightly uncomfortable, unsure of how to proceed further, until the woman responded to her with a voice that was willowly, like a whisper, just heard above the gently rolling waves. "Performance? I had thought that perhaps it was only an opening act." From there, Isis smiling, inching closer to the still unnamed woman, her feet shuffling on top the sand, just barely making any noise. As the woman proceeded to question Isis' sanity, the girl laughed, a soft sound, her body easing up now, if only slightly. Though Isis couldn't tell just how strong this being was, she was reluctant to find things out the hard way, as anyone would be. Isis had no need to cause harm to herself, no need to take unnecessary risks; however, she was here, standing on a lone beach with a woman that she had just barely met.

"I could be a crazy person," she said in the same, even tone as before, "But then again, we all could very well be crazy people." Isis was now but five or so feet from the woman that had emerged from the sea, a bit less cautious now that it seemed she was incapable of harming her too badly. However, at the mention of something to eat, the blonde girl felt her muscles tense up, an unexplainable tinge of fear winding its way through her human body, warm and alive. It seemed to be a true creature, a parasite that would feed off of her doubt and insecurity with matters such as these. Isis' breathing slowed, in an attempt to calm her rapidly beating heart down. "You won't bite?" Isis whispered out, her body staying still as she watched the strange woman crawl toward her. The necromancer made no move to help her, but neither did Isis make any move to stop her.

"And if you stay true to your word, what is it you desire to eat?" That itself was a loaded question, and the teenager was praying for something that would be positive, that would prove the goodness of a heart, and the weight of morals. However, it was a gamble that Isis now took, and there was no going back. It was impossible to.

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With every word she spoke, Katia began to admire the woman. As with all Vampires, it was not uncommon that they picked up an obsessive infatuation with a human. If she was not careful she would become "claimed" or watched over by the Vampiress wether she wished it or not. "But of course I am only just getting started. I need assistance from the audience for my next act.." she replied smartly, smiling at her. She could not imagine what forces had decided to place this girl before her, but she thanked them for possibly finding the one thing she needed to recover from what had happened. Stopping only a couple feet away from the girl, her strength would waiver once more. She would have to beg, unfortunately that was not something she did and so there was always a plan B.

"You're right my dear, we're all mad." she replied slowly as she watched the womans face become hesitant. It seemed of all the things she said, the comment about biting stuck out the most to her. A small giggle left Katia's lips as her low sweet russian accent poured from her, she would not lie nor would she tell the truth. "I only require a warm meal, it doesn't matter what it is. But I cannot move from this spot alone, please help me. I am so.. cold.." she said in a weak tone, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. Yet they were not saline, they were infact blood. "I swear to you on everything I am, I will not hurt you.." she said softly. "I have seen it in your city, there is a place where blood is collected, not within a body.." she said quietly.

"You know what I am, I can see it in your eyes.." she said quietly, "You know what it is I want." she said. "Even before I told you, you knew." her words seemed like she was inside her head, yet she lacked that ability. The only time she could see through anothers eyes was when she slept, when her soul wandered the world, soul for lack of a better term.

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As the woman countered her words from before, Isis couldn't help but smile. After a moment of thinking, the woman had decided that she would help this one, who was so weak and feeble from however long without hunger. The woman before her still did not move towards her, seemingly unable to go any farther. Isis let out a soft sigh as the woman realized that the necromancer had known what she was all along. It was what Isis had picked up from hanging around with vampires for so long. Isis merely nodded, kneeling down beside her in the sand, hesitantly and slowly moving her hands toward the woman. It was a test for both of them in a way; for Isis, it was to see whether or not the vampiress would be trusted, and for the woman, whether or not she could conquer her hunger.

"I knew," Isis admitted, smiling gently as she confirmed the unnamed vampire's words. "I will take you to the old hospital, there's bound to be some sort of blood transfusion packages left over. Would that be acceptable?" the teenager questioned her, her hands moving slowly as hey went to the woman’s form, which was bone cold. It was hard not to pull away at first from the initial shock of the difference between the skin temperatures.

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A smirk spread across Katia's lips as the girl bent down to help, it seemed she would be trusting afterall. Using the girl as support, a wave of desire and lust washed over Katia causing her to slowly close her eyes. Temptation was at hand, but this woman trusted her not to. The scent of her skin, the call of the life fount within her body, it was almost too much to bear. A quiet groan would escape her lips, one that sounded inbetween pain and pleasure, how she wanted to just leave her body upon the sands. "You know, if this were several hundred years ago I probably would've killed you.." she said quietly, her body shaking from a very soft giggle. It felt terrible to need someone like this, to rely on a human for her own meal. A sort of frustration built up within her body, sadly the next person they crossed paths with would feel it.

"It'll have to do.." she replied to the question about the transfusion packets. While she didn't like the idea of the blood already being outside of the body, there was little she could do until she found other means. "What do I call you dear girl? You're such a pretty creature." she spoke in her soft, seductive tone. The walking was going to be troublesome, how she wished she could simply fly them to where they were going. Even if it was a power that made her hate herself, she could not deny the value that flight had. Leaning against the teenage girl, the Vampiress would feel light to the touch, almost like a child so it would be nearly effortless for her to support the weight. The scent of blood was all around them, she could barely contain her happiness.

Towards the road, a man would be standing nearby smoking a cigarette, watching them from a distance. He had no idea what was going on, but there was a young teenage woman and another that seemed nearly naked. A disgusting predator of a man, he'd reach into his coat and gently finger a switch blade. A toothy grin on this disturbed mans face would easily show what he wished to do with it, he would make them beg for death if he could. Tonight however would not be his lucky night. With calm careful steps, the killer would quietly follow behind the pair, as quiet as possible. Yet the feeling of being followed hung in the air, to those who were cautious. Would the girl notice? "Kill.." the only thought that replayed in the mans head, he had completely lost it.

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Smirking at the woman’s comment about the killing of her helper, Isis gently started to guide her, helping the woman to walk. She was careful in her ways, though this close to naked female was already light enough that Isis could have carried her on her own. “It’s a good thing then, that I wasn’t born so long ago, eh?” she murmured softly. The teen watched for her reaction, almost to see if the vampire would object or not. “I do not condone killing, even for food,” the necromancer whispered, almost as though she were trying to defend herself and the course of actions she had chosen to take. Killing wasn’t something that was fun or easy to do; Isis hated those that killed without any mercy, for whatever reason. She disliked having to find fresh servants in the depths of the underworld, those whose lives were cut too short, through some meeting or another.

At the mention of her name, which the two women had managed to forget in the first few moments of their introduction, Isis couldn’t help but smile. Whether it was at the question or the immediate compliment that followed it, that smile stayed for quite some time. “You can call me Isis,” the teenager said, “And I would like to ask you the same question, if I may.” This woman had, for the most part, a calming presence; it was one that drew Isis in, easily lulling her into a comfortable, almost trusting state of mind. Continuing onward in their pilgrimage for suitable food for the elder of the two females, Isis couldn’t stop the chills she had gotten at one point or another, she didn’t like them in the least. One arm was gently hugging the woman’s waist, the other, at Isis’ side. Even now, Isis was slightly taller than the vampire; it seemed that it would be that way even if her partner were standing up straight.

On the streets, Isis kept trying to move faster, more impatient that usual. She was, for the most part, a calm person. Now, by much more contrast, she was constantly looking around, falling into what would have been a companionable silence, save for that eerie feeling of being followed, of being watched. Isis knew that sort of a sense, that disgusting sort of edge that she now had, and the reason behind it. At any given time the necromancer could have dropped to the ground and placed her hand upon it- her physic powers sent out waves, and when those waves rebounded off something, she could tell where anyone was, how big they were, things like that. However, she abstained from doing that at the moment. The necromancer would focus on Katia's needs first.