Casting call to hell (open!)

[seras alcaste]

The theater was rather quiet these days, save for people behind the scenes. There was plenty of chatter from time to time, with people discussing their parts and rehearsing lines. Stress was in the air.

A newcomer was sitting alone beside the crowd of veteran actors. A certain sense of distance and angst was amongst the two parties. The lead director had brought on a unfamiliar face into the hardened crowd, whom seemed to find it hard to accept anyone outside their circle.

Thus, Seras sat alone, her dainty hands almost quivering as she held the play book in front of her. Scouted off the streets, the girl had little prior acting experience, perhaps only a bit from her private school. However, she hadn't been in school since her departure from her old life and arrival into the states. The director saw potential in the fresh new face and left her little choice to say no. Of course she could still refuse, if the dhampir decided, but for now she found herself bored and lonely and stuck in a dress rehearsal for a play she knew nothing about. To make matters worse, the girl was cast in one of the lead female roles. The odds were not all stacked against her, however, as the halfbreed vampire possessed a wondrous voice that could win the hearts of nearly any crowd, though she wouldn't dare admit it herself.



After standing on the stage, alone, in a period costume not too far off from any girl's princess fantasies, Seras took a deep breath and wowed the few production staff members that were still skeptical of her lack of experience. Thankfully it was to be somewhat of a musical. This girl could steal the show, much to the other actors' hatred.


But Seras wasn't naive or stupid. She could tell she wasn't well liked and felt horribly uncomfortable in her current situation. Even though her voice carried well and every man in the small audience and the neighborhood who may have heard it carrying with the wind was mesmerized, everyone else hated her out of jealousy. How could such a fine, pretty young girl also be blessed with the voice of a goddess? Perhaps it was a trait of vampirism to posses immeasurable beauty and perfection, though Seras thought nothing of the sort of herself.

Without warning, Seras turned to meet a swift palm slap upon her cheek. It knocked her off her feet and caused her to stumble a bit off balance and fall upon her bottom. The other women were not very pleased with her performance making them all look terrible.

"You little wench! If you know what's good for you, you'd better take your ass elsewhere. This play is for us Humans only."

With a little "hmph", they all left her side, leaving the little girl there dumbfounded and again, all alone. One of her heels broken, and her dress scuffled, Seras didn't even bother standing up. 'They were right, afterall', she kept telling herself. Just when the girl thought she could finally find a place to belong and make a name for herself in the new city, the girl found herself once again scared and alone. Truth be told, the other women in the troupe had been at her throat for days now, ever since their boss brought her in. Was it out of jealousy? Most likely.



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[Damian Grímur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 50px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; padding: 20px; background-color: #f6d28c; moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; border: 2px solid #000000;] there was frost on the ground * * when the tigers broke free "ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" Damian asked as he moved towards the vampire from behind the stage. "Don't mind her. She's just jealous. Everyone wanted your role." He grinned slightly holding a script in one hand. He had just a simple role, nothing major. But it was a few lines. Damian was quite aware that he got the part because he looked excellent without his shirt on. He had always wanted to be an actor, or to at least make the big bucks. But he was aware just the same that this was something local, and he wasn't on the set of Hollywood or anything. "I think I recall seeing your face before." He was well aware that he was a Were-Tiger talking to a Vampire. And if anyone was not human here it was him because anyone could sell his skin for a whooping thirty thousand dollars or more. Vampires were definitely more socially acceptable for humans to accept. And it was no surprise why everyone was jealous of her, Seras, he had heard. Though he had no idea why he was talking to her. Vampires were confident and no one liked pity. "I'm Damian." He added. He was wearing designer tight fitting jeans with a white tee shirt. It made him look spectacular. His coat was somewhere on a coat hook where he had left it. To be honest he had no idea what to say to her. It wasn't as if he was best friends with vampires. He was a were-tiger, they were vampires. Obviously they kept their distance. "And I'd appreciate it if you didn't say anything about what you know I am." Under his breath.

[seras alcaste]

For what was awful more than a brief moment, Seras simply sat there on her cute little behind, staring up at the young man whom had decided to pay some attention to her. The instant his voice touched the calm, dreary air, no even before then the dhampir could sense its beauty. He was almost just as her, an otherworldy grace and wonder. But no, there was something not quite the same. His scent. Surely her inhuman senses had picked up on it, but the feline scent his being gave off confused her. Seras had of course heard of other species before, but had never come across a real live were creature. When his scent was noted as feline though, however, it conjured the image of a pretty little kitty, nothing more than housepet. Then, she was awestruck. Seras glanced up at Damien's eyes and just for a brief moment she caught the glimpse of the eyes of a wild tiger. They were fierce with an exquisite beauty the likes of which she'd never seen before. Her childish fantasy of a kitty cat were crushed by something of an entirely different level. "I...I-Im alright..." Seras stammered, taking his hand and daintily coming to her feet. There was such grace in her movements it was as if she weighed merely a feather. Brushing off her dress, her cheeks begining to turn a bit red with timidness, the vampire was probably anything other than what the were-tiger would expect of his knowledge of powerful, confident creatures of the night. Though too modest and ashamed to ever admit her powers of strength, tolerance and hightened senses, or her amazing beauty, seras did lack confidence severely. All she could do was stare before her at this man. His clean cut oufit hugged his figure perfectly. She had noticed him many times before in the past few days but always kept her distance and now he was right in front of her! Her feet playing with one another, her hands behind her back, Seras was at a loss for words. "Uh... Um...I-Im Seras. Seras Alcaste. Its v-very nice to meet you." even though her words were a bit jumbled, it only added to how downright adorable and perfectly beautiful the girl was. It was mo doubt she wasnt human. No human could be so perfect, but in her eyes a greater beauty was before her. Even as she began to wonder what he was actually like in were form he intrigued her. So much so that the girl suddenly took a step forward and wrapped her arms around Damiens waist, her head resting on his chest. She could hear his heart beating strong, his scent so powerful to her vampire senses that she half expected to feel his silky tiger fur against her cheek. "Its alright, I promise Ill keep your secret..." No sooner had she begun to close her eyes did Seras come to her senses. Immediately the dhampir darted back off him. "I'm so sorry. How rude of me!" the girl looked absolutely horrified, her severe lack of confidence beginning to show through already. There were slight tears in her beautiful eyes as they began to turn crimson. It was apparent then that she was apologizing for two things: her rudeness as well as the fact that his scent had driven her vampire senses into an almost overdrive of arrousal. Still, she was able to calm herself enough to not make any sudden moves, until she held him of course. Now the halfbreed's fragile psyche began to torment her. It was an all too familiar scene in her mind and thus the dhampir simply let it happen. Yet on the outside, her body was doing everything in its power to keep her feelings hidden. However the tears were growing harder and harder to hold back. It was strange to see someone so destraught and so hell bent on denying it to the onlooking world around her. Afterall, it was true the girl had rarely been involved with anyone of a pure heart in her life. Seras turned and whispered another apology under her breath before slowly walking away. "Im so sorry, sir" Seras still couldnt quite understand how her body made her feel at times. A vampire's lust for a prey and a teen girl's attraction to a beautiful boy were often intertwined in her soul, leading for some very confused times and only adding to her self hatred. Seras felt a pain and fear in her heart as her fangs grew in. Her eyes now were a blood red crimson, almost glowing with genuine feelings. Scared, she covered her mouth gently and continued to walk away regularly. No matter how terribly she wanted to just run away, to sprint as fast as her inhuman body would carry her, Seras didnt want to make a bigger scene than the one she feared she had already made. Tonight would prove to be a painful night for the little vampiress. She had an uncanny, habitual love for pain in hopes to help her forget the troubles of her day. Seras was far too thankful for her vampiric healing, however, despite the rest of her traits seeming to disgust her, as her days were much troubled everyday as her habits of torture were nearing the threshold of what her healing can revert back to beauty by morning.

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[Damian Grímur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 50px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; padding: 20px; background-color: #f6d28c; moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; border: 2px solid #000000;] there was frost on the ground * * when the tigers broke free I...I'M ALRIGHT " Damian noticed that the vampires face was turning red. He had never seen a vampire turn red before. Was it even possible? Of course he knew absolutely nothing of vampires except that they drank blood, thought they were better than were-tigers and enjoyed their newfound status with mortals. It was why Damian couldn’t help by staring at the female vampire. He was studying her like one might study an interesting lab experiment. “Nice to meet you Seras Alcaste.” Laughing slightly at her red face in a good manner. Her words were all jumbled. Why? Were-Tigers weren’t all that rare, it was only the golden, white or black ones that were rare and odds were you wouldn’t know someone was of a different color then the norm unless you saw them change. “You’ve never met a were-Tiger before?” he asked with another friendly like laugh. Trying to clear the air and promote friendliness between the two species. Seras put her hands on his waist and then her head on his chest. Damian grinned a grin a mile long. He had that effect on women. Women he had just met would always give him a ‘hug’ right before they left, as well as when they saw each other again. The hug would always linger longer then was naturally appropriate and he could sense them just taking in the scent of his aftershave or cologne. Naturally he noticed that other men weren’t hugged as much as he was nor for so long. You would think that he was ‘special’ with all the hugs he received. But never had someone just hugged him after an introduction nor did others have their head on his heart. He could tell that she was listening to his heartbeat. He was alive, after all. Her words were soft and seductive to his ears. “It’s alright; I promise I’ll keep your secret..." He knew now why vampires were so seductive. They had such a soothing and seductive voice. He felt his body tingle from where the vampire was touching. Suddenly thought, Seras came to her senses and realized what she was doing. "I'm so sorry. How rude of me!" as she darted off of him. Damian realized that they had drawn a crowd of others looking at the two. "I’m so sorry, sir" she said. “It’s okay. It’s not like it hasn’t happened before.” He was about to say ‘no harm done’ but had there been harm done? He had always been taught to never go near a vampire. They were dangerous and would get you into trouble the first chance that they got. However, Seras hadn’t really done any harm. It wasn’t as if she had tried to suck his blood and enslave him as her own personal kitty kat. Before he could say anything else she began to run off of the back part of the stage. He had caught tears, tears as crimson as the blood she drank running down her face. She was crying for some odd reason. But oddest of all that the tears smelt like blood! “Hey, wait!” Damian said as he jogged to catch up with the vampire beauty. “Here.” He handed her his white handkerchief, pressed it into her hands. “Keep it.” He uttered under his breath so that she wouldn’t be embarrassed about getting a stain on his white fabric. Handkerchiefs in his pockets were about as natural as a him calling his pink country club shirts any other shade aside from pink.

[seras alcaste]

From the moment the girl took off in a brisk walk, trying her best to rid herself of Damien's company, or perhaps also trying to draw his attention though she wouldnt ever admit it, Seras could hear his footsteps after her. She couldnt be sure if even a little part of herself was dissappointed because most certainly she'd hoped to run into him again. However, she feared greatly if their both being in the same play would be awkward now after her little stunt. Ashamed, the vampire stopped and reluctantly turned around to meet him. Her head sunk, the girl slowly began to lift her gaze, but not before staring at his heart for a few seconds. Even now, if she concentrated just a tad, Seras could count his beats as clear as day. "Im terribly sorry, Mr. Damien, Sir." Seras stammered. "I cant imagine what sort of shyness took me just then." the dhampir chuckled it off, her smile brighter than the stars, only to be outdone by her gorgeous crimson eyes. They had a certain luster to them that could draw even the most afraid of her kind. It was enough to make anyone gaze on her perfection versus immediately judge her kind, but still the timid halfbreed would be the first to fear rejection and resentment.
As Damien handed her his handkerchief, Seras reached out with a polite but slow hand, only to dart it back quickly. "Please, no. It's quite alright. Thank you so very much, sir" Seras declined the offer, trying hard to shut the tears back into her eyes. As she feared and began to like the boy even more, the more timid and polite she became. Seras closed her eyes for a moment, and a bloodied tear ran down her porcelain cheek. Strangely enough, almost sbconciously, her tongue crept its way from the corner of her perfect lips to taste its sweetness. Soon they began to quiver in fright again. "Im sorry..., please forgive me."
Seras took a deep breath, bit her lip a bit but then smiled. She was strangely confident only in hiding her true emotions. Such a complicated and troubled mind.
Trying desperately for Damien to not pay any real attention to her self loathing cues, the dhampir smiled again. "i enjoyed watching you rehearse today, Sir." seras looked like a beautiful, gawking teen. "You were heaps good!" Her eyes shot away for a moment, again her cheeks growing a tiny bit pink. " I wish I wasnt so terrible. I dont think ill ever get it." of course she was as modest as ever. Seras' voice had stolen the show always and her antics were spot on perfect. Surely Damien had met his female rival in the attention category and he was starting to lose.
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[Damian Grímur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 50px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; padding: 20px; background-color: #f6d28c; moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; border: 2px solid #000000;] there was frost on the ground * * when the tigers broke free DAMIAN TRIED TO press the handkerchief into Seras’ hands yet she wholeheartedly refused. The handkerchiefs were nothing special. They were of the usual quality one might be made of for millionaires. And were monogramed with his initials in a very old cursive handwriting DMG. Damian was of course lucky for his middle name not to be Orpheus like his cousins, leaving his initials DOG. Damian always gave his younger cousin monogramed things for birthdays and the usual family celebrations. It helped that his cousin couldn’t pound him senseless. Damian’s last present to his cousin was a BMW with leather seats monogramed DOG, though of course they were small enough to be covered up by fashionable things. “Don’t fret. You’ve done nothing wrong.” The crimson tear ran down the vampire’s cheek as Damian watched it, trying not to look impolite. It helped greatly that Damian was measured in class and controlled the look on his face to not be one of either shock or horror. All he could think of is ‘Is she crying blood? Real blood? Her supper?’ which was rather rude of him. Though thankfully he did not think she could read minds. Seras’ tongue licked the bloody tear and Damian tried not to look horrified. It was lucky that his large muscular frame was blocking others from seeing what Seras had just done. Because most certainly, that was no way to make friends among the humans who were members of vampire hate groups. He pretended to busy himself with the hard chore of folding his monogramed handkerchief and took great care of placing it back into his pocket. “Please, you have no need to call me Sir. Call me Damian, I insist.” He only preferred to be called Sir by his staff of gentlemen servants or the waiters at the fine restaurants he often dined at with gentlewoman guests. Her smile was one of complete beauty. He though could not understand why she kept putting herself down. Her movements had been wonderful, her voice, spectacular. He could mess up a million times yet if he were standing next to Seras on stage no one would give him any notice. She was a star. “Thank you. You were good. No, you were prefect.” Why was she putting herself down? Didn’t she know how glorious she was? The other girls were a gasp with jealousy and Damian had a feeling that if Seras were human the other girls would be doing their best to wish a cold on her or better yet, give her a cold to prevent her from going on opening night. Though since Seras was immune they would probably try and literally break her legs – had they wanted to take things so far. He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of human girls trying to break Seras’ legs, they would obviously need something bigger and stronger then a crowbar. “Would you…” Damian said and then stopped. His first reaction had been to go ask Seras for some after performance drinks i.e. beer. He did not know if he could stomach watching or smelling her sip blood. “Do you like jazz?” He asked suddenly. Of course since this was New Orleans someone somewhere was playing jazz either in the quarter, on the streets or in the heart of the city. There was always some festival or some form of activity going on.

[seras alcaste]

When Damien spoke those words of kindness to the dhampir, she flinched a tiny bit, a smile almost breaking out across her perfect lips. It was true, she hadnt done anything particularly wrong, but in Seras' mind things worked differently. She was as open minded and forgiving of others as can be, her kindness knowing no bounds, but she was also her own worst critic. A real enemy. Despite Damien reassuring her, for his one statement there were sure to have been  multitudes of others contradicting it. 

In her mind, she had done everything wrong, always.  How could she have felt comfortable enough around him to have slipped up so indecently? Though seras could not yet read minds clearly, often times peoples' thoughts were brought to her ears, and their true feelings were as open to her as the vast midday sky. Even the truest of con artists could never hide their feelings from her no matter how silver their tongue. And just then, a jarring pain wripped away at her in the form of Damien's discomfort. He had indeed noticed her lick away at the blood on her cheek, no matter how quickly she'd done it. A normal human would perhaps have missed it, or brushed it off as their imagination because surely a vampire couldnt be the prettiest girl. Humans in her experience had often refused to believe she was anything but human out of sheer jealousy. It many times had worked in her favor but not this time. Damien now knew for sure and he wasnt comfortable. She could read it all over his face when nobody else could. He hid it so very well but the nagging thoughts, the aura of discomfort around his soul, to the vampire he may as well of been holding a sign that said "you disgust me" though in reality it was probably far more complicated. Afterall, Damien had the chance now to run far away and leave her be but he chose not to.  But why? The halfbreed girl could not quite understand. Nonetheless she would never forget the feeling of confusion and disgust that ate away at her heart. 

Every waking moment of her life it would seem that the mixed breed would hurt in ways never thought possible to mere humans. Being shunned by either society, Seras was not quite a vampire and most definately not a human. All her counterparts in the acting troupe reveled in her pain and hated her, and her fellow vampires regarded the girl as impure, a false attempt at being as grand as their race. Alone and confused, Seras often mistreated herself alongside her haters.

At his question, Seras' eyes lit up, but just as they did she looked away and closed them for a noticeably long moment. Not only was classic jazz played live one of her secret passions, she could hear his faint thoughts of getting a drink together. There was no doubt he of course meant of alcoholic  variety, but at the meantion of getting a drink, Seras eyes took a swift and barely noticeable gander at the were tiger's neck. It was as if she could see the blood flowing through his veins, hearing the rush and imagining it running across her tongue and down her throat. Just then, Seras shook her head lightly to rid her of such true thoughts and looked horrified with herself, almost dumbfounded by her serious attraction to this individual from a vampire's view. Seras as a dhampir had only ever taking a true drink of human or any others' blood but once, and swore to rather die a slow painful death from starvation than do it ever again. She'd sufficed by tasting her own blood, surely, but hated herself more and more for it. And of course, the girl could never bring herself to mention it and she would never dare mean or bring any harm to him whatsoever, but her body could not deny its attraction both as a vampire and as a teen girl. Damien had a way about him afterall, as did she. Though she knew inside that it couldn't possibly be working for her. Not in the least. Even so, she would refuse to let herself become happy with anyone ever again. Seras considered herself far too undeserving. It was but a sin in her mind, purely unforgiveable and never to be. Not after everything she's come to blame herself for. As far as Seras was concerned, she wouldnt ever bother anyone with her disgusting self. The halfbreed would not burden anyone like so. 

"Um..." Seras stammered for a brief moment. "I'm terribly sorry, mr. Damien,  but i'm afraid that Jazz is just of little interest to me, Sir. Thank you dearly for the invitation, I greatly appreciate it." Seras almost had to bite her tongue in declining him, however. Though she kept her composure and demeaner perfectly believable, the truth was that the Jazz age was her absolute favourite in history. The roaring twenties, despite it being nearly 100 years ago, the vampiress adored the age before the great depression. She was a lady of class afterall, polite and desperate for more sofiatication in her life. She would always look her best and this man before her just invited her to perhaps visit one of her cherished bars in the area. She was a regular at most of them. Being sleepless and a creature of the night, though she had never met someone as endearing as Damien. However, her tormented heart would get the better of her, and with her polite decline of his offer, she smiled beautifully and decided to leave things at that. Though anyone who took a look at her would find it strange a girl who adored being a lady with attempted class would not wish to listen to jazz and sip cocktails, and Damien was a perceptive young adult much like herself. Perhaps he too had hightened senses? 

The more Seras gave it thought, the more she'd realized he would surely see through her all too humanly convincing disguise. But alas, that was just it! He wasn't entirely human and paid more attention to her than anyone had recently, save for her assailants last week who had left her beaten, cold and alone after an attempted rape. They had cornered her late one night after a stop at her favourite bar following rehearsal. Of course they intended to sexually assault her, and had nearly done it had it not been for her fangs. After being beaten and fondled for a few long, arduous minutes they happened to notice the dhampir's eyes glistening with tears and a crimson glow, as well as her pearl white teeth growing longer. Could it be she actually enjoyed the pain and attention? Nonetheless, out of disgust the three men had simply proceeded to cut her up with their knives and beat her to a pulp with their fists and boots. They had only stopped when one heard a slight moan of pleasure escape her lips, scaring them off for fear of their attack only angering her. Little did they know it had indeed brought her very close to losing conciousness, but Seras was so accustomed to pain she took pleasure in it. Even the emotional pain and the horror of seing herself so ugly and riddled with bruises and stab wounds. Thankfully, if its anything she was glad to have inherited from her vampiric father it was the incredible ability to heal her body, even at her will at times. It saved her many nights and brought her to withstand far more pain, which only ever translated to more pleasure. That is until she'd go home and be further disgusted while looking in the mirror. But by the next day, she'd gone to rehearsal and nobody noticed. The only wound that had been taking longer to heal was the knife she'd received between her legs. It still pained her days later, making her even wince when nobody was watching closely enough when Seras danced about during rehearsal, but the girl had a gift of a silver tongue and her voice would convince anyone through its innocence and beauty.

Having the vivid images of her violent and brutal attack a few nights prior come up in her mind made Seras pause for a good solid minute without saying a word. It was almost awkward for anyone who noticed, much less for Damien who was amidst a conversation with her. She shook it off and sunk her head. "Again, I apologize, sir. Please forgive my tardiness. I didn't mean to bother your time." Once more, it became evident that the troubled girl was very reluctant to make friends with anyone or anything other than her own misfortune. She couldn't even catch herself taking more than a few seconds of Damien's time before apologizing and looking to leave him alone. He was better off anyways. She wondered why he could possibly want to talk to the likes of her. Was he just trying to be a nice person? Yes! That must be it! 

Although it was far too late to appear normal to Damien, Seras put on a most gorgeous smile, the likes of which ought to make any man forget what it was he was thinking of moments prior, and covered her mouth with a dainty hand. She chuckled quietly and appeared to be not distracted or in any sort of pained thought or discontent in the least. In fact, anyone walking past would clearly have just noticed her having a very pleasant conversation with a nice man. Sure enough, just then, a fellow troupe member walked passed and smiled. It was apparent to the dhampir that the woman was being polite merely to catch Damien's eye and was only jealous of Seras, but even then her quick thinking led the halfbreed to smile and wave to the girl for Damien's sake. She would be damned if she let anyone believe anything detrimental to Damien's image as the star male actor of the troupe. In fact, Seras knew that he was to be soon offered the lead male role in the production and she didnt want anyone thinking any less of him because of her. It was true she thought long and hard about the boy, and she was a very kind and caring person at heart, just not when it came to herself. But Seras had already decided and felt the pains of realizing there was most certainly no ways of realizing her teenage passions of playing a lead role alongside her serious crush. She couldnt possibly let her voice outshine him more than it already had and the girl was about to quit soon anyhow. Taking pleasure in finding a place she could finally belong to was far superceded by her notions of not wanting to burden Damien with him finding out she fancied him greatly. And now that she could sense and hear his apparent discomfort of her being even half a vampire, Seras wanted to leave the troupe indefinately. Only after talking to him finally, however, did she come to realize just how soon that would have to be. Seras felt an out of this world attraction to this man. It was both physical as well as mental. Every fiber in her being longed for him, as both a teenage girl and a vampire. But the vampire side to it frightened her to no limit. She had only experienced it once before and just the slight thought of remembering what she had let herself do to that poor boy, drinking his blood like that, it tore her heart to shreds. The vampire way of life was something her father had never taught her, nobody had. The girl was just as much in the dark with it as someone who may have just recently been turned. Except Seras didnt have a sire. She kept herself always alone. 

Out of a powerful longing, for many reasons Damien would surely never understand, Seras took a slow step towards him. However, she immediately stopped herself, turned back around, and took off. A faint "Goodbye" whispered just a split second before she left lingered in the stagnant air, but already the girl was more than a few strides away. Surely she wasnt human.



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Im heaps sry it was so long, i just got to typing and was enjoying myself plz dont b upset w/ me?

[Damian Grímur]

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[seras alcaste]

Seras walked away briskly for quite a few paces before coming to a halt. A thought in her head had been bothering her and finally her true emotions got the better sense of her and the dhampir turned back around. She practically sprinted to Damien, a cute thing to behold with her dainty beauty, though Seras had already begun to feel his genuine lack of interest in her.  Of course it was devastating to someone with her fragile psyche, but when things inside her broke, they often let her true self shine through.

"I-I'm very truly sorry I ran off like that, again, Mr Damien. I meant no offense, I promise sir. " 

It looked to have taken alot of effort for the frail dhampir to muster the strength of mind to apologize and turn back to the man, but once she overcame it her natural. character came through. Her smile was as brilliant as ever, albeit her eyes sparkling with very faint tears. They were a very vibrant crimson now, almost glowing even in the evening air. Her fangs had been fully grown but were tucked away neatly behind her lips and meant no harm at all. For a vampiress, she appeared strangely non-threatening. 

"Um, Damien sir, If its still alright... Well..." Seras' feet rubbed one another and her fingers twitched a bit as she subconciously stared down and showed signs of nervousness and shame. "its just that... I actually love jazz. I'm heaps sorry for telling a fib and running off ao suddenly... I was... um Seras was just a bit frightened. "

Seras didnt care about anything just then, her personality strikingly peculiar as compared to minutes prior. Slowly, her mind had decided and afterwards it only took less than a blink of a human eye before the vampiress was at the were-tiger's chest again. She laid there, longing to be cradled, to be swept off her feet. But just then, something attacked her senses! It was faint, perhaps only noticeably to the likes of her or to someone with an animal's sense of smell. But, though it smelled of Vampire, Seras knew it wasnt her from before. She casually took another inhale very softly. Alas, it was a vampiress' scent! Seras felt an incredible and overwhelming pain in her insides just then. The depression was taking over her again. Swiftly. But that was the last thing she'd wanted just then. Was Damien involved with another vampiress already? No, he felt so uncomfortable around them, she'd remembered. Or maybe it was just her in general? A hundred and one questions bombarded her fragile psyche. 

It was apparent to anyone in Damien's shoes that the fear and pain written all over Seras' face when she stared up at him was that of confusion and jealousy. 

"I... I didnt know, I'm heaps sorry, Damien Sir. Please..." Seras pleaded with him, trying to fish for more details but it was growing so hard for her to hold back any tears of dissappointment. She truly began to feel something for this boy but of course it was too good to be true. She was just a fool. 

OOC: I'm sry you havnt had the  muse. I was trying to build character and i got carried away. Please dont be upset. And yes she would be very interested, but of course being a more traditional vampire, im sure sienna will make for fun conversations i didnt know damien already had a vampy tho
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[Damian Grímur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 50px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; padding: 20px; background-color: #f6d28c; moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; border: 2px solid #000000;] there was frost on the ground * * when the tigers broke free DAMIAN WAS DISAPPOINTED that Seras’ had gone off like that. But he wasn’t surprised. He turned back inside the building to go and get his things that he had left in the locker room. As he turned the codes to open his locker several pieces of handwritten notes fell to the ground. Instead of picking them up right away Damian fastened his watch around his wrist and grabbed his wallet and jacket. Then and only then did he pick up the four pieces of paper. He sat down on the wooden bench and read them properly. They were short and to the point. After yawning unimpressed with the contents he tossed them into the wastebin and left the lockeroom. Fellow cast members called out to him if they wanted to go for beers and he shook his head stating that he wanted to get an early night of sleep and wake up with a clear head and no strangers in his bed that he would always have to kick out which would be …awkward. It was always awkward and there really was no science towards such aside from waking up really early and leaving with a note. Though he would always find things missing. The last was a sketch by Picasso valued at four hundred dollars. For the second time that night he walked out the doors to the theater. He began the brisk walk to his car two blocks over. If there was one negative quality about New Orleans was that parking was always very hard to find for those that lived there. The tourists ate up the paid parking spots as if they were famished. Though Damian could afford to pay, why should he? So he had to settle with parallel parking and feeding the meter enough quarters for the practice and if they were going to go longer he would need to duck out and feed the meter some more. To his surprise Seras’ caught up with him. "I-I'm very truly sorry I ran off like that, again, Mr Damien. I meant no offense, I promise sir. " “I’m sure you didn’t mean any offense.” He said though in his mind he added ‘Though it was quite rude’. He felt that Seras’ would be utterly distraught if he commented on her rudeness. He swung his jacket over his shoulders and continued to walk with Seras’ on his trail. "Um, Damien sir, If its still alright... Well... its just that... I actually love jazz. I'm heaps sorry for telling a fib and running off ao suddenly... I was... um Seras was just a bit frightened.” He stopped in his tracks. “Do say, what exactly where you frightened of?” he asked. Seras’ was listening to his heartbeat again. "I... I didnt know, I'm heaps sorry, Damien Sir. Please..." He sighed. He was going to ask her what she was frightened of. His heart. His face. His muscles. His claws. But then she went all fearful again before he had the chance. “What the devil are you sorry about?” he muttered. He checked his wallet, it was still there so she hadn’t mugged him. What the devil was she talking about? OOC – Damian doesn’t have a vamp. You’re the only vamp he’s ever met. Sienna is my other character silly.

[seras alcaste]

Upon hearing his confusion and a few faint thoughts becoming clearer to her attention, Seras glanced up at Damien, then quickly darted her gaze away. He was too beautiful in her eyes, though anyone who wasnt blind would call her nothing less than extraordinary. It was an inherit trait of being a dhampir, a halfbreed. Vampires were always known to be exquisite creatures if you were up late enough in the evening and survived long enough to look upon on. A general rule of thumb seemed to be if you were transfixed by a vampire's natural aura of beauty you were often as good as dead. 

But Seras never meant Damien any harm, and she was a bit dissappointed that it would seem her beautiful exterior was indeed marred by years of physical and emotional abuse that no amount of vampiric healing could rid her of completely. Though they were faint and barely if even noticeable to the human eye, surely Damien's gander could find the scars on her body eventually. 

"I...I.." Seras paused for a moment to collect her thoughts into words. Thankfully she was of a clearer concious. "I didn't want to go... Alone... I didn't want you to leave me there all alone when you had the chance." Of this, Seras was extremely timid, truly afraid of his potential wrath and resentment if she should happen to say the wrong thing. "I would very much love to accompany you, Damien Sir... but are you positive its alright? I will do for the evening?" certainly she'd meant just as his invited guest, but Seras would never want to upset him if someone should see them together. "Im... Heaps sorry I'm one of them..." The dhampir talked in truth and did her best to be straightforward with the man she now found herself increasingly attracted to at an almost alarming rate. It was really something a pure human could never feel, and for that Seras knew Damien must hate her. She caught him already being disgusted once by her vampiric image. Normally she would be able to keep it completely under control, but around him her eyes remained red and her fangs pearly as ever. Slowly she covered her lips with a graceful hand and shut her eyes. Right then and there, the girl wished so hard to not be even partly a vampiress, and surely Damien would catch on that she could potentially read his thoughts. 

Amidst her inner quarreling, however, Seras came upon a strange feeling. Covertly, she took another light inhale. That scent before, was it just her afterall? Perhaps the vampiress had simply mistook her other state of mind as another being entirely and in her vulnerable state had confused it all as just another reason to despise herself as par with her self destructive nature. Upon realizing this, Seras took comfort in knowing there werent any other vampires in her love interest's life.

A brisk evening breeze blew past the two, as Seras cuddled up close to Damien with an apologetic look in her eyes. That is, until she closed them again. Somehow, she was hoping if he didnt see the vampire in her eyes, then he could be more interested in her. Seras gave it some deep thought and decided that that night she would rid herself of her fangs and the following day go out and get coloured contacts before reheasal. Though for a vampiress to attempt to tear out her own fangs would undoubtedly prove to be excruciating, Seras was willing to do it soley because Damien apparently found disgust in her vampirism. Even venturing out into the daylight hours has been getting very aggrivating to her skin, but being only a halfbreed it wouldnt affect her nearly as much as it would destroy a true vampire. It would seem she had inherited most of the swell traits of her father and not many of the worst ones, save for being mildly susceptable to  UV rays and being born a hopeless romantic. On all accounts, it could be said that being a dhampir was both a curse as well as being hope for a pleasant thought. Afterall, it was her only connection to her biological father. But no matter the personal reprocussions afterwards, Seras will prove herself to do anything to appeal to Damien as he does to her. Perhaps it was a vampiress' inner drive for a prey? No, Seras vowed to never drink the blood of another ever again and would be inexplicably devistated if she caught herself even thinking about harming Damien, much less trying to. However, it had been years since her first and only drink, it having disgusted her and quenched her at the same time, but Damien could easily overpower even the halfbreed should it ever come down to it. He needn't worry though, her self control was damn near absolute.

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[Damian Grímur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 50px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; padding: 20px; background-color: #f6d28c; moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; border: 2px solid #000000;] there was frost on the ground * * when the tigers broke free DAMIAN SIR ... BUT but are you positive it’s alright? I will do for the evening?" “Just as long as you don’t cry during sex.” He teased her as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. She would probably say something like ‘I’m heaps sorry I cried during sex Damian, sir. But I just found the sex so favorable.’ Alright, his ego was inflated, perhaps a bit too much for his head. But he found himself with the female lead cast member who had the great potential to be an A-list movie star. She was sexy, vampires were all the rage, she could act, and her British accent was to die for! He led them in the direction of his car which he unlocked. “M’lady?” he bowed as he tucked Seras’ into the passenger side door of his black Lamborghini. He got in the driver’s seat and headed towards the music in the French Quarter. It would be possible to walk there but Damian wasn’t comfortable leaving his car behind. “So what got you into acting?” he asked. He drove down the one way street heading towards the sound of the music getting louder by the second. “I myself have never taken any acting classes. In fact, I just sort of tried out as a dare. Though I guess it sort of comes naturally, us were-tigers have to do a lot of acting to stay alive. You know? Well, I guess you wouldn’t know as you’re a vampire.” Damian stopped at the light for a bunch of drunken tourists as they crossed the street. Then he drove passed the Voodoo Museum and on towards Bourbon Street in the French Quarter. He wondered how Seras’ became a vampire. Surely it would be an interesting story to tell. His story about becoming a were-tiger wasn’t the least bit interesting as he had been born one. Though the tales of his adventures about being a rare gold Tiger were at least of great amusement.

[seras alcaste]

At Damien's boastful comment , Seras' porcelain cheeks grew an almost pink with life. Though he seemed to wish for lightening the mood Seras made so heavy with her loathing personality, the even the dhampir's barely developed abilities could sense his jokes about sex would be truth should she let it. Or perhaps even if it went against her will. It honestly wouldnt have been her first time, or even close to the second. Ever since her arrival into the united states, it would seem there were those who sought her out. Between the rapes and the beatings, Seras had had quite a troubled stay abroad. Her love and strange fascination of her pains never helped end it either.

Despite his words causing he to recall many horrid moments in her life, however, Seras kept a very brilliant look about her. Her face was as exquisite a mask as ever, enough to drive any man wild. It turns out, also, that the thoughts she knew Damien had, his notions towards her accent and her looks, it all swayed her heart a bit. But seras was not as naiive as many would suspect. There were all the classic thoughts in the back of her mind telling her Damien was as all the rest. Surely he was only attracted to her physically and would never care to share any kind of sincere affection with her. Ignoring it all, Seras smiled deeply and did her best to quiet her mind. The line between knowing the truth and making excuses for everyone's horrible actions was blurred with her. And with her body craving Damien, Seras would put herself always at fault and surely give herself up in hopes of being hurt. Somewhere beneath all of it, however, was a simple, scared little girl who's lonely heart begged for love.

"I beg you're pardon?" Seras chuckled at his question. "I'm no actor at all, Im afraid." With her usual lack of confidence, the dhampir shrugged a bit and sunk in her chair. "It shows, really it does. I just know it..." A faint whisper escaped her. " Im heaps terrible at it all, really I am. " With a slow, fearful hand Seras barely touched her dainty fingers to Damien's on the steering wheel before darting it back to her lap. Even for just a fraction of a second, surely he would notice how cold and lifeless she truly was. Seras wasnt as prominent as any full blooded vampire but it must have been noticable to a were-tiger whose sense were more keen than a human's.

"They rather simply found me on my way to a shoppe is all. Although I can't imagine what caught their eye. Oh thats right! That was the day I was shouting like a loon after that man who'd run off with my handbag. Quite a bugger really." At this she sighed softly, not wanting to admit perhaps the director had been drawn to her inhumanly gorgeous voice.

The car purred along nicely, is luxury astounding though commonplace for Seras. She had grown up with wealthy parent afterall. She listened to Damien's somewhat charming voice and closed her eyes gently. Seras did not want to discuss such things with a man she knew was disgusted with her vampirism, but thought if she cleared it up with him he could understand and get past it. No, Seras knew he was like any other man. Attracted to her beauty and not wanting a real relationship. To Seras, however, it was a longing far more powerful than any simple human relationship. It knew no bounds. But alas, Seras had long since convinced herself it would never pan out like so.

"I'm heaps sorry... Damien, Sir... But... But i heard it all. It wasnt too clear but I heard it from your mind." Seras took a deep breath and calmed herself, keeping her crimson eyes closed and staring away out the window so he wouldnt have to see her fangs when she spoke. They still hadnt receded. "I... I know you hate that I'm a vampire... Drinking blood... It horrifies you, no? Although I am only a dhampir, a halfbreed, I know it disgusts you. I'm heaps sorry..." Seras had a few tiny tears welling up in her eyes but she kept them safely away

. She had finally come out clean with knowing how he felt and already the girl wanted to kick herself. Seras wouldnt want things to be even more awkward between them, but now feared for it. The dhampir had only ever felt so ashamed of opening her mouth but a few times in her life, and nevertheless ought to have stayed with it inside, suffering alone.

"I'm heaps sorry, please don't be angry with me ..." Her voice quivering, Seras wished desperately to read his thoughts but the faint and flickering notions coming from his mind escaped her. Of all the times for her ability to fail.

Meanwhile, a dull pain continued to eat away at her body, mind and soul. It was something the dhampir had long since been able to control, though it wasnt easily forgotten. Her vampiric abilities had grown more powerful over the years, and with it the unquenchable thirst for blood. But Seras tortured herself with a passion, starving herself and depriving her body of a neccesary aspect of a vampire's life. Its true she was a halfbreed, but it was still destroying her slowly but surely. She wanted nothing more than to sit in his lap, put her arms around him and press her porcelain fangs deep into his flesh. To taste his wondrous blood splash over her tongue and trickle down her throat. Seras immediately stopped herself from thinking such thoughts, and bit her lip hard. Though she could not deny feeling excited over the vivid images in her tormented mind, Seras regretted them and cursed herself for being anything but human. She perhaps despised her vampirism more than anyone else, even Damien.

In order to cope with everything, and to hide her quarrel between her body wanting so desperately to feed and her mind never allowing it, Seras' emotions were growing colder than ice. She was beginning to reach the point one finds themselves hopelessly lost in when even positive outcomes in life become triggers for depression. The point in which oneself falls into such a pit of despair, even the light at the end of a tunnel at death grows dim and burns out. Her sentences grew more and more concise, soon to be mute alltogether. Only the most unexpected individual would ever be able to rescue someone out of such personal misery. Until then, Seras' psyche kept its guard up with a veil of falsness, a mask so convincing it may fool even Damien, even if it utterly obliterated her heart.

Having already deemed herself so very unworthy of Damien, far too disgusting for the beautiful were-tiger, Seras began to wonder. If he wouldn't have her as an honest lover, his partner in life, would he consider taking her as a slave?


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[Damian Grímur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 50px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; padding: 20px; background-color: #f6d28c; moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; border: 2px solid #000000;] there was frost on the ground * * when the tigers broke free DON'T BE BASHFUL you're an amazing actress." Damian said as he darted down the road in the automobile. His window was rolled down halfway and he could smell the smells of where they were heading to. There was expensive bear, cheap powdery doughnuts, food on a stick, bottles of wine being popped open by the case-load and more. Though he didn't mean to wonder how Seras would take to it all since she could neither eat nor drink in human things. "Someone dared to steal a handbag from a vampire?" Damian laughed, assuming Seras had gotten it back. "I'd like to shake that foolish man's hand, I would." He joked. Only a complete and utter idiot would steal from a vampire. Damian wondered what Seras did to him. Did she suck all his blood dry. Did she kill him or just leave him with some physical reminder of their ultercation? Damian found a parking area and after parallel parking into a cosy little spot where Seras soon gave her confession. "You...read my mind?" Damian didn't know how to feel. If truth be told or if truth be thought he was uneasy about such. Things in ones mind were supposed to stay private, otherwise people would have no needs of minds. "I suppose I've heard that vampires can do that, though I've never met a vampire up close except for you..." "I don't hate you being a vampire. You probably wouldn't be half as pretty if you were human," Damian said aware he was sort of being non-complimentary. "Though I am a bit frightened about the blood drinking." When Seras was heaps apologizing again he pressed his lips to her mouth kissing her roughly. "I think I should apologize," he said breaking away from the kiss before kissing Seras again. "I guess if you've read my mind you know all the things I want to do to you." If anything he was surprised that she hadn't run out of the car.