Running in Circles [Riley/Open]

[Spottedshadow]

Iris stared at the country. Fresh off the train. Or at least, fresh off the car... She'd driven her little convertible, to the country. The funeral had been bleak to say the least. Only a small hand full of science buffs had attended. At least her telepath didn't fail her. The body had not been embalmed or anything like that, closed casket. Iris herself had only watched the funeral from outside. She didn't want to be connected in anyway other then the distraught neighbor that had smelt something quite awful from the apartment next door.

As the terrified, but not acquainted, neighbor, Iris was able to skip out on the funeral. The victim: Riley Kieran. Age: 24. Occupation: Medical Student/Secret Serial Killer. Status: Soon to be Vampire. Relation: Iris's soulmate. Iris looked around, hoping to see Riley emerge from the car. However simple escaping to the Country had been, Iris realized that the werewolves and shapeshifters that resided here weren't going to take too lightly to two vampires living on their turf. Iris herself could play with her words and be able to potentially weasel out an agreement: No deaths, no memories, still a secret. She would be able, but as a new vampire Riley would be unstable to say the least. Iris had 17 years under her belt; she'd be able to handle the situation. Hopefully for the two of them.

Word Count;; 266
Muse;; Pretty good actually!!
Outfit;; Clicks!!
Tags;; Riley, Open!!

[kitsune]

Apparently his funeral had been quite desolate.
Riley's stare had remained locked on the surrounding scenery throughout the drive, glacial gaze following the dips and hollows of the landscape. Occasionally his gaze would trail across the interior of the convertible or he'd sneak a glance at Iris out of the corner of his eye, but his head never once turned in her direction.
The medical student had spoken very little throughout their bizarre escape into the countryside. His mind had been reeling when she'd first helped him out of the coffin, each feverish thought evaporating within seconds, feeling as if dust coated his veins instead of blood. That bizarre, insatiable hunger had lessened, of course, the thirst had been quenched, but his thoughts still remained as scattered as the pieces of a shattered window. All together, he'd probably said less than twenty words since... dying.
Whenever that particular thought managed to materialize, one thumb had always managed to find its way to the other hand's wrist, seemingly of its own accord, pressing itself against a dead vein and lazily searching for some little twitch of life that would never materialize. His tongue would flick against his teeth in listless frustration, and then he wouldn't be able to help but recall the graceful, lethal points that her canines had suddenly stretched into.
So, dead. At least, that's what the evidence pointed to, but though he felt disconnected and dazed he certainly didn't feel like a corpse. Apparently his passing had gone unnoticed by the majority of the City's population - only a few from college had shown up, and he could barely match their names with faces. No family, but no surprise there; 'estranged' was a good euphemism for his relationship with them, and it had been that way since high school. Riley couldn't help but be obscurely disappointed by the entire affair, though why he wasn't entirely sure. He would have expected as much, really.
The pulse-searching cycle had been on the verge of repeating for the sixteenth or seventeenth time when the convertible suddenly ground to a halt; he heard the door on the driver's side open and slam shut, though he made no move to exit the car himself, eyes remaining fastened to the now-stationary scenery. After a moment he left the car, stretching and tapping his fingers impatiently against the hood as he surveyed the stretch of land before them. He wasn't too familiar with the area, but from what he could tell it was far from where Emmy drowned or where his last two had been buried...
Riley's attention turned to Iris after a minute; he glanced at her sleek beige ensemble and couldn't muffle a bemused snort. The woman looked like she was dressed to go to some overrated New York function, as opposed to self-exile into the country. "Now I feel underdressed," he mumbled, an awkward, half-hearted attempt at humor, before asking in the same disconnected tone, "Did you have a sp-sp-specific place in m-mind, or were we just g-going to show up...?" Riley sounded groggy, as if he'd barely woken up, but his pale blue eyes were sharp and alert, focused on her oval face with the same intensity they'd had when he'd intended to kill her.

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word count: 569
listening to: I Have to Go Return Some Video Tapes by Breathe Carolina

[Spottedshadow]

Iris turned over her shoulder and smiled at Riley. Well, she never thought she'd be the one for weakness, but here she was. She destroyed Riley's life, turned him into an all around Night World Out Law, and made herself the perpetrator... The worst that could happen out here though was to run into a totally law abiding Werewolf or Shapeshifter Alpha... Other then that with Iris's telepath, and hopefully Riley's, the two would be able to stay hidden from humans.

"Not a problem," Iris said with a smile. "It's a part of how I hunt. Kind of like a venus fly trap." Iris combed her fingers through her brown hair, still nervous about the whole outlaw thing...

Word Count;; 150
Muse;; *Kicks* Yep, it's a goner....
Notes;; Short sorry...
Tags;; Riley

[kitsune]

At that comment, Riley's eyes slid across his soulmate's sensuous form for a moment, icy gaze lingering where the lace followed her contours. He hadn't understood where the 'venus' in the predatorial plant's name had come from until now - now it was all too clear that the bizarre plant was the lethal Aphrodite of the insect world, and something about it - its scent, perhaps - lured in creatures expecting love and becoming dinner instead. It was easy to compare Iris to the seemingly-unnatural plant; the former student could easily envision men starved for amorous attention flocking to her, following her in the streets like lovesick lambs right for the slaughter. Her deadly charm had worked on him, hadn't it?

At that reminder, his expression soured slightly; until their electric connection, he'd been her planned meal (nevermind that he'd been intending to do the same thing to her). Yet now, when the perverse instinct to kill could now be considered natural, she was more or less forbidding him to do exactly that. He subconsciously moistened his lips at the thought all the steaming, metallic blood streaming through the veins of citygoers, a hunting instinct, unfamiliar and primeval, stirring in the back of his mind. It was quickly, however, because the exotically beautiful creature in front of him had forbidden it. All of those innocent, delicate, gorgeous people mindlessly running through their hive, free for the taking - one, maybe two, to quench his thirst, and then another to actually enjoy - but no: he'd been inducted into this new world less than forty-eight hours ago and, through no fault of his own, had already been classified as illegal.

Wonderful.

"I h-h-hope that wildlife app-puh-ppreciates high-heels and lace, then." Riley muttered scathingly, looking away from her and staring at the sleek, shiny convertible instead; their reflections rippled in the unvarnished metal, framed by the fiery autumn trees around them. "Because otherwise all those p-p-pretty little outfits going to be wuh-worth a damn." What good would it do her to wear such alluring petals when she wasn't going to be hunting flies, after all? Was the serial killer being ungrateful and unreasonable? Certainly. This was the woman who could have slain him just as easily as changing him. She was the last person he should have had a qualm with.

But at the same time? She was responsible. Because of her he could no longer enjoy his games, his carnal pleasures... and it was impossible for him to forgive that.

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word count: 400-ish
currently listening to: "Venus in Blue Jeans" by Jimmy Clanton

[Spottedshadow]

This is my life
It's not what it was before
All these feelings I've shared

~*~

These are my dreams
That I've never lived before
Somebody shake me, because I must be sleeping

For a moment Iris lost her temper. She whipped around gracefully on the back of her heel. The twirl was so perfect and she landed it. It was inhuman in every way. No mortal human could ever accomplish such a feet, considering the grass was pulling on the shoe, trying to make Iris fall. Her amber formed slits, like a cats. She knew full well that her face looked inhumanly beautiful. That was what happened with all vampires when they got like this...

Finally registering who she'd rounded on, Iris softened. She smiled at Riley. How could she ever be angry with him? How had she in the first place? There was just something about him that she couldn't ignore. "Sorry," she muttered sheepily. Iris looked over the horizon. There were a ton of trees. Iris was a city girl at heart, so this would take some getting used to... I can get used to it though. I have to... Iris thought. Her and Riley's lives depended on it... If the council ever knew....

Now that we're here
It's so far away
All the struggle we thought was in vain

And all the mistakes one life contained: 219 words, not counting the 245 words in the format
They all finally start to go away: Pathetic...
And now that we're here, it's so far away: Click
And I feel like I can face the day: lolz!
And I can't forget that I'm not ashamed: Riley

To be the person that I am today
These are my words
That I've never said before

This format was made by SpOtTy. Don't steal! You can use,
but leave the credit here!!
Lyrics were done by Staind, So Far Away

[kitsune]

Riley flinched away from her at her moment of preternatural grace; his lip automatically curled, revealing the newly-developed fangs that quickly descended past his lower lip. What was she going to do - attack? He knew that, now that he had survived the change, he would be stronger and faster, but he hardly knew what to do with these newly improved reflexes. He warily watched her, fingers digging into his palms, and then she...

Smiled?

And she was smiling, not in a scornful or even pitying way, and she was apologizing. That certainly wasn't something he was accustomed to - there was affection in that gaze - did she honestly care that much about him? His gaze remained suspicious, but his canines retracted and he forced his tensed muscles to relax. "Whatever." He muttered dismissively, suppressing his typical impediment long enough to sound self-confident. The fledgling vampire's arctic gaze followed hers to the autumnal horizon, and he quirked an eyebrow. "Do you have a l-l-location in mind, or are we g-going to be l-living out of the c-c-c-car?" That certainly wouldn't be something to look forward to (though 'living' was probably not the correct term.) Riley tilted his head back slightly as he considered the situation, moistening his lips. "There's a place..." He said thoughtfully, voice barely audible as he tossed the idea about. "An abandoned hunting c-c-cabin isn't t-too far from here. S-s-s--" The word blindsided him, the damn sibilant s, and he remained trapped on it for a dozen seconds before he could finally finish the word. "someone owns it, of course, b-but I've been there before and n-no one ever s-s-seems to go there. That will w-work, won't it?" He and his sister had used to go there during the summer, back when they were both still young and alive; it felt like centuries ago, but he could still recall the dilapidated hovel that they had explored.

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word count:301