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Post by Kat Turner on Jun 18, 2007 19:29:52 GMT -5
It had been quite a while since Kat had gotten out of the castle... and boy had she needed it. Everything had been so hectic lately. Everone has been panicing from fear of attacks on their home and it was Kat's job to keep them calm. No one really knows when the werewolves will strike, but there was no need to worry too much. The vampires greatly out numbered them and the last few times, no one has gotten hurt.
As she walked into the pub, her hazel eyes scanned the dimly lit place for an empty seat. Finally she spoted the only empty one and she stealthfully glided over to it, her boots echoing with a 'click' as her feet hit the floor. Once she sat down, she straightened out her stripped tee and proped her head up on her elbow and waited for the waiter. After ordering, she let out a sigh and began to trace the grains of the table with her long black fingernail.
Another few minutes and her drink arrived. She crossed her legs[which was awfully hard to do in skinny pants mind you] and she nodded greatfully at the waiter, then took a sip of her whiskey. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Pete Witt on Jun 19, 2007 15:26:33 GMT -5
Wow. Who would ever think that someone like Pete Witt would be in London at this very minute? Well, in fact, that was indeed the case. And he was thrilled. It was only three weeks ago when his band had found themselves a good manager, and was quickly decided that if they were to be well known around the globe, they were to start here in England. So after buying an apartment complex, which was next door to all his other band mate's apartments, they had found a gig right away.
It was in an interesting sounding pub called 'London Suicide'. But once they got on stage, and preformed, they knew they would like it there automatically. The crowd that showed up went crazy! And before the night was over, the whole place was filled up to the brim, so much as to even having a large crowd standing outside near the door just so they could witness this new band.
But the performance had ended a couple hours ago now, and it was deep into late night by now. They were paid quite a bit, the owner saying that it was the fullest it had ever been. Just even hearing that put a smile on their faces. They were even asked to give people autographs! After such an awesome performance, they had to celebrate. But after a drink or two, most of the band left.... Except for Pete. You see, once Pete started to drink, it was kind of hard for him to stop...
So, now he sat down on his own at his table, bass sitting beside him, gulping down a vodka. A small smile was on his lips, barely ever fading. He wasn't drunk yet... but he was starting to feel a slight buzz fall hazily over his brain. Pete's hazel eyes glanced up from his drink to who was coming near him. She was a rather pretty lady...
Being as bored as he was, and having nothing better to do, he shrugged and turned toward the gal that had just sat down at the table behind him. Propping up his eyebrows, he exclaimed to her, "Wow. You don't see too many girls that are able to shoot whiskey."[/size]
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Post by Kat Turner on Jun 19, 2007 20:43:35 GMT -5
She loved the burn of the alcohol flowing down her throat. For some reason, it helped ease her mind of all her troubles. Back when she was human, she used to cut, smoke and drink. The terrible three. She knew it was horrible, but she couldn't help it. She hated her life and wanted an escape... that was her only way. Ofcourse now that she was away from her horrid mother, she didn't feel the need to cut, she still wasn't able to cut the icky habbits of drinking and smoking.
It wasn't util she heard a voice that raised her chin and looked at the source. To her surprise, she saw a pretty handsome guy standing there. She flashed him a small smile and nodded slightly. " Allo there." she said. "Well, I'm not like most girls." she said before taking another sip. Her eyes never left him as she drank, but once she was done, she realized she was starring, so she looked down. She nervously cleared her throat as her eyes once again gazed around the room.
Then, her eyes caught sight of a poster on the wall. In large bold letter it said "Fall Out Boy" and under the name, was a picture of four guys. One of them was the same as the guy sitting across from her and flashing her a smile. She raised a brow and looked back over at him. "You're from that band, no?" she asked, flashing her one of her best smiles and her transylvanian accent thik on her tounge. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Pete Witt on Jun 19, 2007 21:37:00 GMT -5
Pete grinned back, and nodded. "Yeah, you don't appear like the average girl, now, do you..." He stretched his arms up high, and let out a small yawn. "Nor do you sound like you're from around here... Where are you really from? Can't be England... I can't here your English accent." Smiling, happy that he had intrigued her into a conversation, he grabbed his drink, got up, and sat down in front of the new mistress.
"Yeah, that's right. I'm Pete. Pete Witt. I play the bass, do the screaming, and write the lyrics for Fall Out Boy. Did you see us play?" Waiting for her answer, he grabbed his drink, swished it around slightly, and finally took a drink. Putting it back down, he continued, "We're from America, and kinda trying to spread our music all around, ya know? Literally, we just got signed onto a label, Fueled By Ramen. Hopefully we'll become successful from here on after."
Peter reached behind the chair, and grabbed his bass when a couple came to his now empty table, and sat down. The last thing he'd want happening is have his bass stolen... His hazel eyes glanced over to a passing waitress, and he gestured to her. "Can I have another one of these?" He asked, handing her his empty glass. "And, did you want anything else, Miss...?"[/size]
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Post by Kat Turner on Jun 22, 2007 14:23:07 GMT -5
Kat blushed slightly at his comment. " 'Aye" she said with a small nod before taking another gulp of whiskey. Her eyes left him for a brief moment, but she turned back when he spoke and she saw him move from the corner of her eye. "No.. I'm not English." She watched him with a small smile as he got up and sat across from her, then spoke softly again. "I'm from Transylvania... used to live there with my mum." At the mention of her mom, she had to take another drink of whisey. That bloody witch had caused her so much pain that she didn't even want to think of her.
Her smile grew slightly at his name. Pete. It suited him. "Bass and screaming? Wow... I can sing and that's it. But I'm not even very good at that." she giggled as she swished the whiskey around in the bottle. Kat shook her head slightly, and took another sip. "No, I'm afraid I arrived to late, love." she said. "I don't usually come until the sun sets." She let out a small sigh as she was reminded about the horrible fact that she could no longer go out in the day without the safety of a large cloak coverring her pale skin. She missed swimming at the beach in the summer..
She watched as Pete called over a blond waitress and asked for more of what he had had. Then, he turned to her. She smiled gently and nodded. "Kat Turner.. and yes please. Just a pina colada." she said, handing her the empty whiskey bottle. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Pete Witt on Jun 22, 2007 14:44:42 GMT -5
Pete's mouth twitched into another grin as she continued to drink her hard liquor. He was honestly serious when he said that he never saw a girl ever drink something strong. They only settled with things like wine coolers, or something maybe a little stronger. Then they'd try to tell him that they were drunk, just so they could get layed. They were shallow, and even though maybe a couple times he did give some girls a one night stand, he didn't respect them one bit. In fact, they kind of made Pete a little sick.
"Transylvania?" Pete repeated with a small smile, taking the last drink of his vodka. Not to many people liked vodka straight... but Pete kinda didn't mind it. "Mm. Dracula's country, right? I've always wanted to see his castle. I watched this thing where a family stayed the night in it, cause it's supposed to be haunted." He shrugged, sliding his drink's glass away. "Have you been there?"
He rose his eyebrow, grinning. "Oh come on, you're just being all modest. You probably are an awesome singer." When she declined what he mentioned, he shrugged. "Eh, no biggie. You can just come see us perform some other night... if your up to it." Saying she didn't come out until after the sun setted, he couldn't help but chuckle slightly. "Sounds like something a 'vampire' would do." He told her jokingly with a nod. "Not hiding anything from me, are you?"
Kat Turner... He liked it. It had a certain ring to it. "And a pina colada for the lady, please." Pete repeated to the waitress. As the woman walked away, he dug out his wallet, and pulled out a couple notes. He looked at them questioningly. "Ah... I'm still trying to get used to these things. It's a bit different than American coins and dollars." Finally finding what he believed was the right amount, he pulled the money out, and layed it on the table.
"So, Kat Turner from Transylvania. As saying that you at least enjoy music a little, what type or bands do you like?"[/size]
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Post by Kat Turner on Jun 22, 2007 15:07:17 GMT -5
Her home in Transylvania was never very friendly, but it was true that the place was gorgeous. From time to time she felt herself missing her home, but it would be impossible for her to go back there and survive. Her mother was still out there and would kill her the minute she saw Kat. Imagine being hunted by your own family. It hurt so much, yet it gave Kat the insentive to keep going anf help her people fight. She knew what it was like to fight a loosing battle and she didn't want any of her friends to suffer.
She gave him a slight nod and took the last sip of her drink. "Yeah, I've been there." she said with a smile. "And it is haunted. It's said that many people died there. Women were lured in.. and never came out alive." she gave him a look and smirked slightly. "Some say Dracula turned them into vampires and they now roam the strees like everyone else at night." After a minute, she smiled at him, then laughed slightly. "Personally, I believe it. I believe in all of that stuff... and I don't doubt it for a second."
"Meh.. I'm never modest darling. I tell the truth." she said. "I'm not strong with my voice, but I do love to paint. Now that I'm good at and proud to admit it." With that, she let her hand come to her chin and she tilted her head to the side. "I bet your fantastic at what you do though..." she told him. But, her thoughts were cut off at his joke. Oh if only he knew how true his words were. "You're a funny one." she managed to say with a laugh.
"Not a vampire, I just have a habbit of sleeping in late and then being lazy about getting dressed." That had been her cover story for the past three years now. Ever since her first night as a vampire. At this point she had no intention of telling Pete what she really was... he wouldn't believe her. Even if he did, he;d probably run off screaming. "My dad had the same problem. Just being lazy, you know? Nothing wrong with that."
She watched as he put the money down in the table and she laughed, then picked it up. She looked through it, then took tow of the notes out and handed them to Pete. "Unless you wanted to give our waitress a fifty dollar tip, you might want these." she giggled. "Ofcourse I enjoy music." she said. "I basically listen to everything. But I love Paramore, The Academy Is, Rise Agaisnt, My Chemical Romance.... sounds like that. What kind of music does your band play?" she asked him. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Pete Witt on Jun 22, 2007 16:04:53 GMT -5
"Wow..." Pete muttered in awe as she spoke of Dracula's castle. Ever since he was a little boy, he always wanted to go and explore it. In fact, the first scary story (other than the boogie man) that he ever heard of was about Dracula. He and his friends would always play around, and Pete was usually the one acting out as Dracula. It was another way of scaring his younger siblings, as well.. Oh yes, he loved the stories tremendously, and thanked them so for helping him out with... pests... "Yeah, I kinda believe it, myself..." He agreed, crossing his arms.
He smiled when she talked about her passion being art. "That's awesome. So we've got a painter here... Have you sold any of your work yet?" His mother, back in the States, was a painter herself. More or less an artist fully. She loved to do sculpting, as well, if he could remember right. But ever since she took up the job of teaching at his old school, she never did have time for it anymore...
"I'm not bad at what I do." Pete said with a small laugh. "I have enough passion in it, that's for sure. Music is my life... It's only too perfect that it's going to be my full time job. I always wanted to be a musician as a kid. Of course, I was discouraged by my family to stand by it, but I never gave it up."
He put up his hands as if defensively. "No, nothing wrong with being lazy. I am, myself, really." Pete said, slightly chuckling. "Ask any of my other band members... They can get preeetty ticked off at me, and easily."
Pete gasped a little, and mumbled a thanks when she handed him the extra un-needed money. "Like I said... I'm really not used to this stuff. Never did well in math or[/u] global cultures..." But no longer did he feel the slight blush on his neck when he heard her giggling. It was rather cute...
"Ah, hard to say really what type of music we do. We're always put under so many categories... But I suppose you can call us a pop punk rock band." Pete shrugged with a smile. His hazel eyes wandered up to the waitress who came back with their drinks, and he handed her the right amount of bills as he grabbed the alcohol. Pete handed Kat her own, and he took a gulp of his.[/color][/size]
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Post by Kat Turner on Jun 22, 2007 16:21:01 GMT -5
At his reaction, she felt herself ease back into her seat as her muscles relaxed. It was nice to know that he wasn't completely terrified at the thought of vampires. Most people would have stared at her as she spoke of Dracula and then ran away when she was done... but his reaction was so refreshing. "Have you ever heard of Elizabeth Bathory?" she asked him curiously. You see, our little Kitty was a direct decendant of the first female vampire. She was just curious to know how much of the vampires this handsome young man knew.
Another laugh escaped her lips at his words. "No.. I haven't sold any. I keep them for myself and a few of my friends. Well, roomies is the more appropriate word." she said truthfully. "I have a huge rose garden where I paint and each painting represents each day and emotion I'm feeling. They have sentimental value." At his being modest, she smirked. "Oh come now. You've got a bloody record deal love." she giggled. "You must be very good."
She saw his blush and felt a flush rising in her cheeks. He was adorable. "It's fine love. It was hard for me too at first. You'll get used to it." She let a sigh escape her lips as the waitress droped off their drinks and walked off. Kat raised a soft hand and traced the top of her glass with her finger, then looked around the pub. It was getting pretty busy now... as the dance and happy hour was comming up.
"Well, maybe you'll manage to start a new genere." she said with a shrug. "I mean, if you can't pick one you belong to, then you have your own style and that's amazing." [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Pete Witt on Jun 25, 2007 16:04:34 GMT -5
"Elizabeth Bathory?" He repeated, eyebrows furrowed, trying to remember why that name sounded so familiar to him. He didn't think he learned it at school, that's for sure. But how the hell did he know that name? Suddenly, it hit him, and his eyes widened slightly. "Yeah, I think I have heard of her. Wasn't she the one that was supposed to be the first vampire? She was pretty brutal..." He only remembered one thing he heard and read about that woman, and it was online. The internet really was an amazing tool...
Pete nodded, tilting his head slightly. "Sounds like a great place to work at. Have you ever thought of trying to become a famous artist?" He asked, itching the back of his neck when a gust of wind blew over it. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the feeling that had just came apon his skin. When she caught his modesty, he laughed. "Hell, like I said, I'm not bad at what I do. It's the whole band that I'm in that's better than good. We're kick ass together."
He set down his drink after the long gulp, feeling more haze coming into his head, and he closed his eyes tightly. A headache had came earlier that day, not uncommon for him, and now from all the drinking, it was coming back... He sighed, opening his eyes once more, and stared back at her. Kat didn't seem like your average woman at all.. There was something more about her that he couldn't put his finger on at the moment...
Pete probably figured he'd stay here for most of the night. Being an insomniac, it was definitely not unusual for him to be up all night and have no sleep. But luckly, perhaps he would be able to have company this time instead of being alone like he always had to. He didn't really complain alot, from him being an insomniac. He did prefer the night time a heck of a lot more than the sun.
He laughed lightly. "I like your idea. But what the hell could I call my new genre of music?"[/size]
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Post by Kat Turner on Jun 25, 2007 16:21:45 GMT -5
Kat nodded slightly and took a sip of her drink as she saw that the name sparked something in his mind. "Yeah... brutal doesn't even begin to decribe it." she muttered. She looked down for a moment as she began to think of how much alike that horrible muderess was to her mother. "Well, sadly, I'm her great grandaughter... times eight that is." she told him. She wasn't quite sure how he would react. He would either be scared to death and run away, or he would find it intruiging and stick around for a while. God she hoped it was the second one.
"Mhm. It's brilliant. The roses are so inspiering." she said with a nodde before drinking her drink down again. She too was beginning to feel the alcohol getting to her. "Me? Famous?" she asked with a raised brow. She let out a small laugh and shook her head. "I really don't think so. I'm not the celebrity type." she paused for a moment, then smiled slightly. "At all..." At his laugh, she blushed slightly. He had a nice laugh.. not to mention his voice was so... deep and sentual. "Well, I'm sure you do. I'll have to listen to you guy s at one point. Maybe I'll come to the next show."
She watched him as he closed his eyes for a minute and smiled. He was really handsome. If only she were human. She'd kiss him in a minute. But sadly, it was forbidden for Vampires to fall in love with humans and not turn them. If he ever found out, it would be hard for her to find a way to spare him. Kat had no intention of killing him. She wasn't about to become like her mother.
By the time he looked back at her, she had resorted to taking the rose from their table out of it's vase and was twirlling it between her pale fingers. It was still alive and beautiful, unlike the roses at the castle. When she said they were inspiering, she ment only when they had been alive. When they died, it only gave her a cold feeling in her heart... and it sadened her, for it was only a reminder that she was dead too.
"I have no clue..." she laughed. "I'm sure you could think of something." she giggled. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Pete Witt on Jun 25, 2007 17:12:57 GMT -5
Pete sheepishly smiled at what she said, and nodded. Yeah, brutal was a little easy on the woman. She, like, killed young kids and stuff... Amongst everything else. He just didn't understand why someone could be so cruel and stoop so low as to torturing others. It didn't make any sense at all. He tilted his head when she said that she was related to her, and his eyes widened. "Whoa, really?" He asked, a small smile on his lips. "That's actually kinda cool! What all do you know about your many greats of a grandmother?"
"Aw, c'mon. Who says that someone's a famous type or not? You can be the most soft spoken person out there, and you still could be celebrity material. It doesn't matter about the interviews and publicity, really. All that matters is that your passion is spread out to all of your fans." Pete smiled, and took another drink. "And yeah, you should come see us! Just let me know how to contact you, and I can send you tickets for the next concert."
It sounded kind of like he was hitting on her, and truthfully, he kind of was. He'd love to have her number, or at least an address. What can he say? She was very pretty... And had an awesome personality. What more can a dude want? But he really did want her to come to one of his concerts. Being the way he was, he'd probably show off maybe a little more than he usually does...
His lips twitched up into a smile again. Her lips... maybe it was just the alcohol, but they seemed really... friendly and inviting... But at least he did have some sanity still left in his brain. He couldn't just go up and kiss her now... He really wanted to see her again. What would she think of him if he all of a sudden went up and kissed her?!
"You're right... I give people nicknames all the time. It'd be easy to think of something for a name for a genre. It has to be unique, too, or else it wouldn't be too fun."[/size]
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Post by Kat Turner on Jun 25, 2007 17:40:08 GMT -5
Kat relaxed a little at his responce. He thought it was cool. Well, that made one of them. She took a small sip of her drink and proped her elbows up on the table, then put her chin on her hands. "Well, she was engaged at age eleven.. believe it or not, and she married him at age fifteen. When he husband left to war, she was put in charge of everything. Elizabeth was one of the smartest women of her time... she could read and write in four languages. When her husband died, at age fourty seven, she became convinced that she needed to stay young. She wanted to live forever... and to do that, she decided to kill all the young women that she found and she would bathe and drink their blood. She believed their blood would keep her young and beautiful. It's said that she killed over 500 women."
Kat shook her head slightly. "I dunno... I think I'm not just fit for crowds of people watching me at every moment." She felt a slightly blush in her cheeks when he asked for her number. All she had was a cell phone. There was no way she could give him her adress of house number... he would be bound to find her secret if she gave him those. So, she put on a small smile and grabbed her pen from her bag. "Here.. let me see your hand.." she said. She waited for it, then scribbled down her number on his soft skin in large loopy digits. "There... that's my cell phone number."
"You make up nicknames? Sounds like fun... " she said, that smile still on her lips. "So, what would my nickname be?" she aksed him. Kat had laways thought it fun to have a nick name.. although her only ones were Kat and Kitty.... no one really ever thought to give hera new one. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Pete Witt on Jun 25, 2007 18:20:22 GMT -5
Pete let out a low whistle, shaking his head as he crossed his arms once more over his chest. "That's creepy. I mean, wow... How can you really think that you'd look younger just by drinking blood?" There really was something wrong with people in this world... People's brains just worked in the oddest ways possible. Like that man back at home who killed dozens of people just because the 'voices in his head' told him to. "Do you think that people really can be controlled by... other things? Like, when people say that voices in their heads told them to?"
"Well that's what's good about being a painter, isn't it. Your painting speaks for itself at art museums and places like that. They don't get as many interviews as, for example, actors do. Though none the less, they are acknowleged by quite a few people. Look at Van Gogh! Same thing." He smiled at her. He always tried to have his own way with words... Pete rose his eyebrows, but smirked none the less when he felt her delicate and soft hand grasp his own, and write ten numbers onto it.
"Thanks." He told her, still grinning. "You'll know it's me when I call. It'll say 'Pete Witt' along with... eleven other numbers. So... yeah. I dunno, unless you wanted my number back... It's up to you, really."
"Ah, yeah, I try. But people tend to give me better nicknames than I give them. Like Peter Panda, and Peter Pan, things like that." He scratched his chin as he gazed at Kat, thinking of a good nickname. "I shall call you... Kit Kat. And on the days that I feel hyper, Kitty Kat bar." He laughed, and shrugged slightly. "It's the best I can think of when I'm buzzed..."[/size]
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Post by Kat Turner on Jun 25, 2007 18:40:02 GMT -5
She nodded again at his responce. "Yeah... it really is. I'm not very proud to be related to one of the most horrid serial killers of all time." she said with a shrug. Again, he spoke, and again, she listened intenly to his words. Kat had to hink for a moment about this one, but finally, words flowed from her soft lips. "Well, I suppose so. I mean, we've all heard of hypnotists, right?" she said as she took a small sip of her drink. "You never know until you're the one being controlled."
She could only smile at his words. "I suppose your right. Maybe some day I'll do something with my paintings. But for now, they're hanging on the walls at home for my friends to enjoy. but, if I ever do become famous, I'll be sure to thank you." she added with a small giggle. Kat took another sip of her drink once she was calm again and closed her eyes for a minute. The alcohol was setting in.
She could only smile at his smooth flirtting tactics. "I'd love to have your number back." she said quietly. "You know.. incase I have any questions..." she added quickly so she didn't sound like she was giving in to him too easily. "Here..." she held out her hand and gave him the pen, then awaited to feel the cool ink running along her arm.
"Kit Kat? Ooh I like it. My favorite candy!" she giggled. Kat had always had a huge sweettooth, ever since she was little. Chocolate was one of the few obsessions she and her deranged mother had in common. They both loved it to death... literally. "Eh, I love it... and being buzzed isn't bad. Infact... I can feel it all setting in me right now. [/size][/blockquote]
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