Click Clack to the Mack

[MELODY JUSTINE HAILEY EVERHART]

Melody Justine sat in the room, bored out of her mind. She looked down at the book she was reading, laughign in her mind. Mundane stories of vampires never cease to amuse me... None the less entertain me for a few minutes.. She thought as she put the book down. She sat back in her seat, closing her eyes. She wanted something to do. She couldn't just keep sitting in the sitting room like the loser she was. She had to go out, dance, do something.

She got up, her heels making a click clack sound on the hardwood floors. She made her way over to the window, looking up at the moon. Everyone was out, either at some party at some warlocks apartment (poor bastard), or feeding on animals in the forest. She was all alone, and she liked it. But at the same time, she craved to speak to someone.

You bipolar wierdo... She thought to herself as she continued to look at the night sky. She never tired of the view, even though she had been looking at it non stop for the past decades.

[LEVINA MARIE HALLAND]

Ah, danger danger. Levina lived for danger, she lived for thrills, she lived for the rush of adrenaline that left her high and giddy. She lived for the feeling of fear, of the blood rushing from her face, of the feeling of euphoria knowing she got away. It was the only thing that really made her feel truly alive.

Which is probably why was was here, now, at night, in this hotel occupied by only her greatest enemies--vampires. She smiled to herself as the peered around the corner of a rotting wall, curling her lip at the rotting wallpaper and the smell of something that had recently died. Well, technically, they were dead. All of them. All of those pale bloodsuckers with their badly dyed hair and they're affinity for drinking from living creatures. Levina growled deep in her throat, feeling her nails lengthen into claws, feeling her fur bristle--she wanted to change. She wanted to change change now and maybe rid the world of a couple of leeches.

Ah, a fight a fight! How she yearned for a fight, how she wanted to feel the pain that would remind her that yes, yes she was still living, and yes, yes she had something to live for. Levina smiled at the thought of tasting blood in her mouth, the thought of ripping away vampire flesh with her sharp teeth her sharp claws.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" she sang loudly, stepping out into the middle of the room. "Come out come out and FIGHT ME." her words were angry now, angry angry. Well, they weren't coming. "Unless, of course, you're afraid," she purred.

[MELODY JUSTINE HAILEY EVERHART]

Melody Justine's thoughts were interrupted when she heard someone singing loudly, and she sure as hell had never heard the voice before in her life. She whirled around, and as she did a slightly breeze was made, and a smell of wet dog reached her nose. She repressed a hiss. A night child. A stupid one at that. Crossing into enemy lines like that

She mader her way down, quiet as a mouse. She heard the woman scream out angrily, and then in a purr. Shit, I thought I was bipolar... She thought as she wathed the lycanthrope make her way through the room in a dance like way.

"You ought to head home pup, this isn't a place for your kind. You dont exactly see us waltzing into your little mongrel infested bar, now do you?" Melody Justine said in a sickly sweet tone, as if she were speaking to a child. Which, she techincally was. Not many were older than Melody Justine, and she was sure this woman wasn't either. She stayed in her place, in the shadows on the staircase, waiting for the lycans reaction.