Lost Souls [Open]

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Delano William Barrons stood with his back to whatever miniscule building lay behind him. He was on a cracked, weathered side walk in which the green life of Forks threatened to overrun. Everything was green here. Green and wet. It was a combination that was, surprisingly pleasant to the centuries old vampire. Maybe it was due to the face that he came from Ireland, an equally as green country with a wet atmosphere. Upon first laying your eyes on the male you would notice the precise manner in which he holds himself. He stands with a stoic, arrogance that leads onlookers to believe he holds a title of importance. Which would be a false assumption, Delano is actually pretty nonexistent. He is not well known by anyone and likes to keep it that way. As of now his nice, sparsely but modernly furnished flat in Ireland seemed very far away. He did travel a lot, but he had never made a permanent residency anywhere in recent years. Yet now he owned a house in this dreary little town in Seattle, a town that was almost as nonexistent as he was. So here he was. One minute he had found himself surrounded by the familiar streets of Dublin, Ireland alone in the sorrows, rather lack there of, of his formal life. Now, after having uprooted everything, he found himself in entirely new territory. His life was different, changed, and completely unrecognizable. He felt as though he no longer understood who he was. A sigh escaped him and he turned his head up to the sky. Overhead the seemingly constant cover of clouds pressed in on the tiny town. Nothing fell from the grey bulks but surely the rain was not far off.

Shoving flawless hands into the pockets of his black overcoat, not for warmth but merely for show, Delano began a relaxed gait along the sidewalk. A pair of crimson eyes swept across the humans, few as they were. Delano was not hunting, just observing. He preferred to do his hunting at night as it added an air of mystery to his actions, well for the victims anyway. No one seemed to glance at him, as though they were afraid the stranger was dangerous. Oh how right they were, unbeknownst to them the monster that was Delano prowled within their midst. It was clear that several other vampires also called this small, unimportant town their home. Or at least where they liked to roam. Mixed in with the scent of human blood was that of other sculpted beasts. Delano had groan accustomed to dealing with threats and held no fear at the thought of coming across another creature like himself. By now it was very rare anyone ever posed a threat to him, though he did not lack logic. Even with his narcissism he knew better than to underestimate anyone, but held far to much confidence in himself to be afraid.

[OLIVE P GREY]

Olive was heading home she had been to her farther car shop to hand him a letter her mother had asked her to deliver. She was glad it was in the day and around people at the shop. God knows what awful things could happen if it was closing time. She pulled her school bag on and headed home. He had wanted her to stay around but she told him she had homework. Olive turned out of the shop and a shiver ran down her spin. She hated the way he made her feel why was he like that to her. She would cry every night if she could but she had just gone numb to the pan no one listens to her so she had given up on escaping her hell.

Olive buttoned up her oversized denim jacket up as she walked. There was a hit of rain in the air and she hoped she would get home before it started to rain. The last thing she wanted was to walk in wet to the bone. She switched her thought pattern to the school work she was planning on doing. if you could call it that she was going to be doing some art project. She liked getting lost in her art work, it relaxed her and in her life that was a nice thing. As she walked she noticed there was not many people around. It was a small place so it was known. Olive sometimes wished there was a big hassle and bustle so she could slip away and get a new life but that would not be the case for her. Olive walked past a guy walking in the other direction as her and she noticed his eyes. They were sole surching and red! It maid her stumble and turn had she just seen that. olive must be seeing things now its not the first time . She watched the man for a while as he walked down the street. She froze in place it was going back towards her dads car shop but she had to make shore she was not seeing things, for her own sanity at least. This was not like Olive at all. She was one to keep on walking and keep herself to herself but something drew her in and away from her going home.

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tagged : @delanobarrons
Notes: Hope its ok i didnt know were else to go with it.

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She was dressed like any other human, maybe it bit more stylish than the adults that wandered the side walk. There was nothing special about her, she was just another face in the crowd. Well that is until she turned and began to follow him. Delano noticed almost automatically, the way her foot steps ceased and then they seemed to mirror his every move. Stupid little child. He thought, suppressing a sigh. Slowing his pace the vampire came to a stop. After few moments of silence, allowing her to either flee, stop, or come closer; he turned around. Delano's crimson gaze locked with her own hazel-toned gaze. It that one look Delano had the feeling that this naïve girl was not in fact ordinary. There was a sadness about her, and it spoke depths.

He watched her, waiting for a reaction. Delano very rarely initiated a conversation himself, he did not have to. People threw themselves at him, male and female, like puppies being tempted with a treat. It was actually quite amusing, and most of those poor souls ended up his next meal. That is if he was hungry enough. It seemed as though she was unwilling to talk. This could merely be her personality, but Delano assumed it also had something to do with the fact he was inhumanly beautiful, and had blood red eyes. That seemed to intrigue anyone who stuck around long enough to notice. Even though people were often drawn to Delano they were equally repelled. Something about him screamed monster, and he did not blame him. He was a true monster, not in the sense he was a vampire but for the fact that he had all the makings of a serial killer.

tags:OLIVE P GREY
notes: No, it's good. This is rather short for my usual post length.

[OLIVE P GREY]

Olive did not know what had gotten into her. One he was a male and she usually bowed her head and walked the other way and hoped she had not been seen. That was her way of life trying to blend in then stand out. Then why was she following this man, he looked scary and if her memory was right and her eyes where not deceiving her he had red eyes. She could not fathom the thought. She could not understand it. How was that possible at all. She was running through the thoughts as she slowly walked about 10 strides behind him. Her rubber soles of her shoes not making much noise against the pavement. Olives heart was racing she could feel it in her ears. She hoped and prayed he did not go past her dad's works. But more then anything that he would not clock that she was following him. She had turned from the victim to the stalker how things change. Though this did not bring a smile to her face no she was concentrating too much.

He had stopped. She was frozen in terror. What was she going to do. She did not know, was he on to her. All these thoughts ran through her head as he slowly turned like everything had slowed to slow motion. She held her breath as the same red eyes she had spotted locked with her. Olive went white in horror as she did not know what to do. “I…….erm…..sorry” She spluttered out as she turned and walked back in the direction she had come and to go home. “I thought you was someone else” She had to say something to make her seem normal right? All she kept thinking was he had red eyes i wasn't seeing things he definitely had red eyes. She had gotten double the distance she had walked before she calmed and felt brave enough to look over her shoulder. Through her dancing hair she was him. He was not following her, What if he was a mass murderer and she was his next victim. She thought as she panicked and took the long way back to her house. Maybe he would lose interest before she got their. She did not want him following her home and knowing where she lived.

Olive could hear every beat of her heart as she walked it was hammering in her chest. Was she going to be brave enough to turn and face him off? No that was not timid little Olive. As she tried to think rationally. She thought hard, there were things known as colour contacts. That could have been a talking point but no he fled yet again. Looking once again over her shoulder he was still their walking behind her. However this was the wrong move for Olive as she slipped off the sidewalk and fell. Her bag went one way and she was knelt on the road. A sharp pain going through her knee. Their would be blood. She thought as she pulled herself up looking down at herself.

Outfit: HERE
tagged : @delanobarrons
Notes: im getting back into my longer posts, hope you have something to work with. 

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Her attempts at drawing up an excuse were pathetic. The words flew out of the brunettes mouth in a jumble of incomprehension. He waited until she was finished, when she then decided to make a hasty retreat. Still rather intrigued, Delano watched her from the spot. He did not move, his entire body motionless; even his blinking and breathing ceased. Sure anyone who glanced at him would not be able to tell, but if someone took the time they would notice and wonder why he was not dead. After a few minutes of this, which Olive sped away from him, she seemed to lose her footing. One moment she was standing, the next she had fallen onto the side walk; of course it was all quite slow for Delano. The scent of blood, pungent and sweet, hit the air. Glancing around casually he made his way over to her, his breathing resumed. Lucky for her Delano was in no way a new vampire. He was quite old, actually; and this made him have a wonderfully practiced self control. Even the sight of blood failed to drive him into a frenzy. It certainly could if he was hungry enough, but otherwise he would appear very much so collected.

"It may be a good idea to watch where your walking." He rumbled from her side, having arrived at inhuman speed. "Of course, if you'd like to attract attention you can do whatever the fuck you want." He reached down and grabbed her bag, then Delano held it out for her. He knew of the danger, but she clearly did not. Humans seemed to live in arrogant bliss, which is probably why they were on the bottom of the food chain when it came to humanoid species. With animals, it was different. Humans were just smarter than any other furred creature, without intelligence humans would be subject to all sorts of culling's.

tags: OLIVE P GREY
notes: n/a

[OLIVE P GREY]

Olive could not think her heart was in her ears and she could feel a pain shooting through her knee. She looked down and noticed wetness spreading. She touched it and she knew it was blood. That's the last thing she needed. She cursed under her breath as she hung her head down hair hair cascading around her. She did not hear anyone approach she just heard his voice. She jumped a mile as she snapped her head up to look at the red eyed man looking down at her. She moved her eyes from his as he he swore. He had her bad and she got herself up. She didn't fully extend her leg she kept it bent and only put her weight on her tip toes of that food. She took her bag from the man not making eye contact with him. “I didn’t mean to make a spectacle….” She said and under her breath she said 'That's the last thing i want’



She hugged her bag to her chest in a rather protective way. As it would be a barrier if he did anything to hurt her. But what she could see he was well dreamy. But she could not think like that of men. No men were nice just look at her father who suppose to look after someone he hurts her most nights. “Thanks for picking up my bag” She mumbled looking at him again. He was dreamy apart from the red eyes they were well scary. She fought her thoughts she could not think such things. She stood there a little awkwardly as she did not know what to say or if she should just turn and start walking off again. “I didn't mean to follow you before….i just thought….” She trailed off again. She thought what he was an interesting red eyed person. She nervously played with her hair. Was she waiting for something. She did not know could she just strike up a conversation, that was not her at all. She fumbled with her paint splattered bag before looking at her feet. “I eermm…. Thanks for the help and all but i should be getting home” She said as she turned to hobble town the street. This was not attractive at all but Olive never thought she was. She hated herself and her body. The pain in her knee hurt more when she put pressure on it but she would not know the damage till she got out of her jeans. Her thoughts were all on her knee and getting home then if she would get followed with the strange new person she had just met.

Outfit: HERE
tagged : @delanobarrons
Notes: hope you have something to work with. 

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Delano watched her, his eyes never straying from her face. He could smell the blood, it was even stronger now that he was closer. She was rather average for a human, but she was attractive for one too. When she took her bag, he let his hand drop and then he glanced around for a brief moment. He had to make sure they, or rather she, was not in any danger. He was hesitant to leave her, for some reason. Maybe it was the fact he did not want to leave a bleeding, helpless human in the path of a young, blood thirsty vampire that would only bring pain. Am I sentimental? Do I care? The thoughts swirled about his mind like an unwanted parasite. Nonsense, of course not. I just don't want some messy kill to clean up after. He attempted to ignore the doubt that suddenly sprung upon him, it was a meager emotion and lasted only moments. But still it lingered on the edge of his consciousness, threatening to attack.

"Your welcome." He said, but it was empty and emotionless. There was definitely something off about her. He could see the faint remainder of bruises on her skin, and the way she held herself made him believe she was skittish and submissive. She could be suffering abuse from a more dominant figure, but that was hardly his concern. Still he felt the need to make sure she was not ripped to shreds by some reckless vampire that could possibly expose them. "Your hurt." He stated, before walking briskly to her side with ease. He glanced down at her injured knee and eyed the blood still dripping from the wound. "It's better if you don't walk around by yourself, especially with a giant cut like that." He did not want to explain any further, as he could not even explain his own actions.

tags: OLIVE P GREY
notes: tada, my muse still exists!