You And I

[Ezra Lemercier]

Ezra sat down in the couch beside his bloodsired sister. He draped an arm lazily over the back of the couch behind her and tilted his head. "You ran off another feed bag," he said. Although his voice was stern, his eyes was warm. The kind of warmth only reserved for his sister.

Ursula was the kind of person that was hard to get to know. She was independent and strong, yet cold and calculating. She was a force to be reckoned with - a force which few people seemed to enjoy being around. He, of course, found it endearing. Simply because most people - or vampires for that matter, acted like damned fools or bleeding hearts. His sister on the other hand... Well, she was something else.

"What was wrong with this one?" he asked. "Did you catch her stealing?" He thought to himself then, trying to count the amount of feed bags they'd had over the years they'd spent in this city. Sure, some had lasted longer than others - some had been bled dry or chased away. But his sister seemed to be rather picky as of late. Perhaps it was nothing more than his imagination. "She was cute," he then complained, offering his sister a lopsided smirk.

[Ursula Lynch]

There was nothing as frustrating to Ursula as human who ran dry before Ursula was nearly done feeding on them….


Ursula was always something of a greedy feeder at the best of times, but in recent days her appetite had become for lack of a better word...ravenous going through feed bags like a person would go through toothpicks, it made a change certainly from when Ursula was first turned, the concept of her digging her fangs and digging her nails in someone throat sounded….disgusting to her, She never really had the pleasure of drinking blood before so but as with any mortal being...She considered the idea disgusting…


Boy was she wrong about that one…..


The way she says it, all vampires had these impulse to mame and claw and maim the cattle that their kind was constantly surrounded by and sure at first you wrestle with it, you fight with your past live’s sense of morality like an infernal monkey on your back, But once you cast it off? It’s like a rock you didn’t even know you were wearing. We all had to deal with the constant craving for blood and that need always wins out in the end, you could try and fight it, you can try and go against your natural impulses or you can give in and indulge yourself, reveal in your new body, savour the senses and tastes that comes with your new immortality.


It was like swimming against the tide, you can struggle against it as hard as you possibly want...but eventually it always won out


Ursula looked down at the slowly twitching pale body with a inconvenient frown on her face with her arms folded looking at the body like it personally offended her somehow throwing her brother a shrug with her words “Some hunter, she snuck on me when I was out and about...waved an arrow in my face….Can you imagine?” She tuted at the mere idea wiping a stray drop of blood out from her chin “ Talked...Way too much, annoying little welp...She’s more more attractive this way” Ursula threw her brother a glare at the comment about how cute she was….”Your taste in mates is questionable as always….” She said tutting, lightly kicking the body casually so her face was facing her brother “....You know her?”