Post by SCARLET MIKAELSON on Jan 29, 2015 15:28:53 GMT
there's a monster standing
WHERE YOU SHOULD BE
Some nights were full of surprises when others were totally dull and lonesome. It all depended on the type of night and the type of people. Some people would go out and get drunk, sleep with strangers and even like it when they get raped because hey who cares we are drunk! Scarlet has seen them all pass her by while not knowing whether their night would end up good forever or with an unwanted child. The dark haired female loved the night, it is her place of element, it’s mysterious and yet so delicious that you need to try it.
Mostly just like chocolate. Scarlet embraced the night, its darkness filled her soul, a soul which once was full of light and brightness. It had a deep sparkle that would lit up every fire but that sparkle died when she did. Scarlet walked down the brewing streets of London making her way to the leaky cauldron. She had been renting a room there for quite some time and the place was treating her well for now. Scarlet refused to stay inside a school and neither was she planning on mingling with the other death eaters.
The death eaters assured her that they knew where her twin is and that he is alive and well but they would never tell her unless she does what they want. “I rather do that than have a stake through my heart” she whispered as she left the crowded streets just so she could dive in the always peaceful street where The Leaky Cauldron rests. Scarlet was planning to rest her senses there until she could peacefully enjoy the night from her bedroom with a view over the rest of the people.
Scarlet’s heels clicked on the wooden floor of the bar as soon as she entered it. She didn’t bother to look at other people, after all she is the one they should look at. Look but don’t touch. The vampire licked her lips as she reached the bar. “A fire whiskey, and make it extra red.” she said with a wink. Of course she let them know they were holding a vampire in their place, doesn’t mean she was afraid of anyone though. The word vampire scared people off rather than drawing them in and since her Veela side made her more gorgeous than vampirism could ever do to her, she figured she would be safer here.
And for people with no brain it would be a fire whiskey with tomato juice. Scarlet paid for it and sat down at a table in the darkest corner of the entire building and took a sip of the deliciousness. The fact remained that she couldn’t live without blood and though it wasn’t much of a perk, she loved how sexy she looked with fangs. Weird right? Scarlet grabbed a file she stole from a ministry worker, it was a register of all magical creatures in England. A copy of the original of course. She saw many names but not her brother’s name.
If he would be alive wouldn’t his name be on it? Those death eaters were hiding something and she didn’t like it. Scarlet raised a brow and looked up at whoever figured he could sit at the same table like her own. The woman bared no ill will and so she gave the person a kind smile and moved her glass a bit closer. The file was useless, again. Like her brother vanished from the world.
“Evening. “
Mostly just like chocolate. Scarlet embraced the night, its darkness filled her soul, a soul which once was full of light and brightness. It had a deep sparkle that would lit up every fire but that sparkle died when she did. Scarlet walked down the brewing streets of London making her way to the leaky cauldron. She had been renting a room there for quite some time and the place was treating her well for now. Scarlet refused to stay inside a school and neither was she planning on mingling with the other death eaters.
The death eaters assured her that they knew where her twin is and that he is alive and well but they would never tell her unless she does what they want. “I rather do that than have a stake through my heart” she whispered as she left the crowded streets just so she could dive in the always peaceful street where The Leaky Cauldron rests. Scarlet was planning to rest her senses there until she could peacefully enjoy the night from her bedroom with a view over the rest of the people.
Scarlet’s heels clicked on the wooden floor of the bar as soon as she entered it. She didn’t bother to look at other people, after all she is the one they should look at. Look but don’t touch. The vampire licked her lips as she reached the bar. “A fire whiskey, and make it extra red.” she said with a wink. Of course she let them know they were holding a vampire in their place, doesn’t mean she was afraid of anyone though. The word vampire scared people off rather than drawing them in and since her Veela side made her more gorgeous than vampirism could ever do to her, she figured she would be safer here.
And for people with no brain it would be a fire whiskey with tomato juice. Scarlet paid for it and sat down at a table in the darkest corner of the entire building and took a sip of the deliciousness. The fact remained that she couldn’t live without blood and though it wasn’t much of a perk, she loved how sexy she looked with fangs. Weird right? Scarlet grabbed a file she stole from a ministry worker, it was a register of all magical creatures in England. A copy of the original of course. She saw many names but not her brother’s name.
If he would be alive wouldn’t his name be on it? Those death eaters were hiding something and she didn’t like it. Scarlet raised a brow and looked up at whoever figured he could sit at the same table like her own. The woman bared no ill will and so she gave the person a kind smile and moved her glass a bit closer. The file was useless, again. Like her brother vanished from the world.
“Evening. “
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