The Strike of Inspiration

[Julian "Jam" Asher Miles]

Vampirism was a wonderful thing, splendid in fact, if it was used the right way. Julian had been a vampire for over a century, going on two and he could say he'd done well in his time as a vampire. However, what he seemed to regret most of all was not writing down his experiences to document the adventures that he had been on. The ones worth remembering. Of course he had many more years to experience them again, perhaps better than before, but the first experience was always the most memorable. Lately he'd been carrying a journal, doing his best to write whatever interesting thing happened in each day. If nothing happened, it was almost pointless to carry it around, but he didn't quite care anymore. 

Sitting nearby the Gates that were the entrance in and out of the city, Jam knew that he was bound to find something interesting. An escapee, a runaway human, someone who was trying to enter to 'overrule' the vampires. Oh the list went on. In any case that came across him, Julian was certain that he would get some entertainment.

It had to have been a few hours before anything caught his eye. With the sound of feet hitting the ground, his eyes lifted lazily and he caught sight of a woman headed towards him. She was slight, short and a fairly cute brunette from the looks of it. While his hand scrawled across the page of his notebook, he watched her. Describing what he could, though he wasn't sure it mattered if he remembered her or not. It would only matter if she held any of his interest. From the distance he was sitting, he could already tell that she wasn't human. The warmth didn't strike him, nor did the scent. She was a vampire of some kind, but he couldn't get a clear enough read on her, so he sat and waited for her to come closer until she realized that he was there.

[Luxanna Cross]

Her sire had told her that whenever she decided to visit her old home, she needed to be careful. Few people knew of her, but that didn't mean it would be easy. That didn't mean she was in the clear. She had been offered a new life only a few months back and she hadn't exactly drawn the lucky card when it came to her sire. But if there was anything being a vampire had taught her, it was that life was now filled with chances she'd never had before.

Before she'd turned, Luxanna had used the tunnels to get in and out from the outer city. The outer city was no longer her home and yet every fiber of her being longed to be back here. Back with the humans she had once called her friends.

It was then, as she walked that she felt the presence. She couldn't hear him - he was far too quiet for that. But she caught the slight movement in the shadows, forcing the young brunette to stop. She lifted her gaze, green eyes piercing through the darkness. Had she still been breathing, her breath would have caught in her throat. Instead, her body grew rigid. She figured it was ironic how it worked like that. She'd never thought she'd miss breathing that much - well, except for the obvious reasons, anyways.

All she could do was wait for the guy to make the first move. She had to be prepared. For anything.

[Julian "Jam" Asher Miles]

Her hesitation caused him to smirk. She was nervous which meant she had to have been new. Jam had come across a fair amount of experienced vampires that lunged first and asked questions later. Only the newer vamps were hesitant and on edge. Julian didn't have any reason to be worried either way though, he knew his way around his fangs and he knew how to talk himself out of plenty of situations. He was a writer, he had a way with words. She was stopped and he knew that she was probably waiting for him to make the first move. Whether it be attack or flee. He wasn't really keen on either.

Closing his notebook, settling the pen in the crook of the book, he stood up and shoved it into his coat pocket. Taking a step forward, he cleared his throat, "Are you lost, luv?" He didn't say it much louder than he would have if she was standing beside him. HIs voice was soft and he hoped comforting. Taking another careful step towards her, he held his hands up, "'m not gonna hurt you, don't even have an effective weapon. Just this pen and notebook." Jam laughed softly and ducked his head down a bit.

Once he stepped closer to her again, he stuck his hand out to her, "My name's Julian. May I know yours?"

[Luxanna Cross]

Luxanna's eyes narrowed at the man's inquiry. After all, if life had taught her anything, it was that most people didn't care about others. They didn't care about their well being - nor did they care if someone was lost. It was a dog eat dog world now. And yet, here he was. Asking whether or not she was lost. "No," she replied, trying her best to keep her voice steady. "You'd be surprised at the damage a pen could cause," she then pointed out, her arms crossing over her chest.

The familiar way of which he carried himself - as if the entire world was at the tip of his feat made her even more suspicious of him. Maybe it was all the tales and stories her sire had tried oh so hard to knock into her head over the past few months - she wasn't sure. "I don't see the value of you knowing my name."

The words felt weird against her lips. She had never considered herself much of a harsh person. In fact, she was anything but.