a nightmare just waiting to happen [AIDEN]

[GENNA VOLTURI]

It was late out, Not a cloud in the sky that seemed like a blue velvet blanket with embedded diamonds laying about it. The moon was high in the sky and full casting a glow down on the streets and buildings. No one was out except a few night goers that were humans. Unaware of what lurked in the shadows around them.

Walking along one of the moon lit streets of the city was Genna. Wearing shorts and a jacket over a green corset top. Her knee high lace up boots made no sound as she walked. Pale blond hair shining in the moonlight and ghostly pale skin that glowed softly in the natural night light.

Her walking graceful almost as if floating and her features flawless and perfect in every way people would surely mistake her for an angel if they believed in such things. That was if they didn't notice the outlandish red irises of her eyes.

Looking around streets in which she walked she looked for a meal. Sure she had passed a few humans but she wasn't exactly wanting the aftertaste of alcohol laced blood on her tongue. But unless she came across some human who wasn't drunk but stupid enough to approach her she was gonna have to go for a drunken idiot.

There was always plan B though. go to a bar but that just lined up with looking for a drunk who no one would miss. Plan C however was track someone down pretend to be some poor innocent person then attack when they felt pity and approached. Even if she was quick to kill and make it as painless as possible for the humans Genna has a psychotic streak in her that came with every vampire.

Playing with the claddagh ring she wore on her right middle finger in contrast with the pentagram ring on her left middle finger she sighed an unsavory sigh and tossed her straight blond hair over her shoulder. Finally she caught wiff of a delicious human that made her mouth pool with venom.

She began following the scent as she adjusted her black jacket that overlaid the green corset top she wore. Thinking for a moment she discarded the jacket in the messenger bag she wore. If the meal wasnt stupid she'd have to feign the whole I'm human and I'm cold. Most men fell for it anyways. Because most men thought with their dicks and not their heads so fact she wore nothing more than shorts and a corset top really helped her out in the field of fooling her prey into helping her.

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[AIDEN CYRILLE]

The darkness of the night filled his senses. The rich smell of the night filled with accents of the urges that existed within all creatures. The night was the best part of life, it was a time when all those carnal appetites of the flesh could be satisfied and the predators could come out and play. This was his hunting ground and the breeding ground for lust filled murder. Other vampires thought they knew the darkness, they thought it was their home. He chuckled at the thought; the night belonged to him in a way it would never belong to them. They wouldn’t surrender to the predatory instincts like he would. He gave up all thought and just let the instincts guide him into a thrill filled game of cat and mouse. As his thoughts wandered around the topic of the distinction between himself and other vampire his eyes lifted to the sky. The glow of the moon had a tangible feel that had changed over the centuries. It had once been filled with love and secrecy, but now it was filled with bitter lust and dark intentions. It fit him perfectly to bask in its malevolent glow. His eyes closed slowly as he enjoyed the feel of the world around him. Being turned had given him a new appreciation for the beauties of the world.

Slowly his eyes opened revealing eyes the color of rich blood. Aiden smiled briefly revealing sharpened teeth ready to tear into flesh. The smile faded as he walked out of the alley he had been hiding in. So began the hunt. His eyes scanned the nearly deserted streets in search of a victim that would satisfy his taste. He wouldn’t be noticed quickly by those around him his attire blending into the night so well. Black jeans accompanied by a dark blue button up shirt. He wore a leather jacket over top.It was nothing extravagant and wouldn’t draw too much attention to him if anyone noticed him before it was too late. It was the perfect thing to wear.

As he walked down the street he caught the scent of another vampire. It filled his nostrils and he snarled softly, there was a rival for prey present. He moved swiftly towards her removing his jacket as he walked. “You look cold.” He purred putting a seductive edge in his voice as he offered her his jacket. There was a malicious smile accompanied by his words. He wasn’t happy about another vampire being present in his hunting grounds. He planned to take care of this little problem quickly and silently.

“So what brings you here vampire?” He questioned. Aiden’s eyes never left her, he was watching for any indication of a possible threat. He wasn’t going to give her a chance for a surprise attack.

[GENNA VOLTURI]

Genna ghosted about the streets in search of the delectible smell of human blood. As she watched she was aware of the being following her. Finally she heard the voice. His voice. Stopping she turned and looked at him as he approached. He obviously knew what she was yet he offered her his jacket. He was like her yet there was something slightly different about his scent. She smirked at him.

"Offering me your jacket? You just said yourself I'm a vampire. That means I'm not cold. I have my own jacket though. Shoved away for hunting purposes. Not that, thats any of your business."

She said, She could hear the seductiveness in his tone below the smirk that she knew all to well. Genna watched his red eyes with her own, looking for any indication he was a threat. Of course he was a threat naturally but she was looking for a sign of destraction for him to use as an opening. Genna knew all to well these were probably his hunting grounds.

Not that she cared because to her if it didn't have your name on it or your scent then it didn't belong to you, and when he was following her was the only time he smelt his scent. She expected to have to break out some fireballs by now, Yet he was awefully calm. Of course probably because she wasn't wearing the Volturi Crest. Most didn't attack or back off till they seen it. Of course she hadn't worn it all that much. Not like she use to anyways.

"Although its not nice to follow people. Might give off the wrong impression."

She spoke with a smile on her lips and laughter in her voice. Her mind was ticking though. His scent was swirling in the air and even if it was like any other vampire scent. It made her brain go fuzzy. Sure all vampires had that lure to their scent that invited anyone and everyone in. But it never had much effect on other vampires. No to her knowledge anyhow. Yet thats what that little extra piece of his scent was. Some inviting. A smell she couldn't place or describe.

It was intoxicating. But the smell of the humans blood kept her on her toes even if the smell was growing faint and the heart beat she had been hearing was growing further away. She was hungry and the guy before her who was very attractive and smelled far better than the human was keeping her from her meal which she wanted more than to stand there and be intoxicated with the male vampires scent.

"Reason your keeping me from my walking happy meal?"

Genna asked in a slight aggitated voice as she rolled her darkening red eyes at him. She was contemplating on just turning and leaving him standing there but she figured if this vampire had a reason for stopping her he wouldn't let her go after her meal on legs till he was finished with whatever he wanted with her. Which was probably a chunk out of her for being in his 'territory'.

In her oppinion males were far to territorial for their own good.

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