14408/A Meeting Of Leeches

A Meeting Of Leeches
Date of Scene:	13 March 2023
Location:	<text>
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Amelia Au Claire, Sunrise Aberdeen

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Amelia Au Claire has posed:
The dead of night. It's always the dead of night. Two-ish in the morning to be more, but not completely, exact. Needless to say, the bars and clubs are closing. Drunk people, thirsty people, are making their ways home. Well, home or the next spot for their next fix, their next drink.

Some of them won't make it home at all.

For instance, a couple does the universal, post-club walking stumble. Both of them are young women in their twenties. One, a brunette in a little black dress, is clearly drunk. The other, a woman with auburn hair and wearing a peach pink dress and long red coat also seems drunk. Seems.

"Come on," the redhead says, tugging on the arm of the brunette. "I know a shortcut." They disappear down the next alley. Moments later, the redhead emerges, licking her lips and carries on down the street, sober as a judge. Her eyes, red like blood, gleam in the streetlights.

Sunrise Aberdeen has posed:
The couple were followed. The slender teen didn't know one was a fellow predator, and instead thought she'd gotten lucky with two beauties she could sip from. So, when only one emerged from the darkness of the alleyway, she recognized the look on her face.

She dropped from the rooftop of the brownstone nearby and landed on a dumpster without a sound, though fully within view of the woman. The girl rose to her feet and peered down at her, tucking pale blonde hair behind an ear.

"Lucky. I bet she tasted amazing."

Amelia Au Claire has posed:
Amelia is old. Ancient by the standards of many of the young vampires that walk the night today. Still, that doesn't mean she can't be surprised. When Sunrise leaps down, it is soundless. Soundless to a mortal without the keen ears of a predator. Though, the fact that it's in her line of sight makes it moot. The only sign of surprise is a slight widening of her eyes, and a subtle, but terrifying shift in her expression for the briefest moment.

Her face, set in the kind of ditzy, very friendly mask of a young woman on her way home from a nightclub, shifts. The softness gone, the feigned lack of intelligence gone. The club girl is replaced with an ancient, eldritch predator for the briefest second before the mask is replaced.

"Oh my, you startled me," she says civilly. "Not the safest choice. And she was, yes."

Sunrise Aberdeen has posed:
The girl crouches there. There's the feeling of a predator about her, but the ancient, eldritch aura is not there. She's still young enough to be mostly human...personality-wise, at least. Mentally. She watches the other Vampire for a long moment, before her gaze dips over her. It is a very human, admiring look...like the one the prey gave Amelia back in the club.

"I don't know you," she says, finally. "I mean...most other of us in Gotham are...well...more like me. Young. You aren't. I can tell. I'm Sunrise."

Amelia Au Claire has posed:
Amelia keeps the mask up. Faced with another predator, one not affiliated with her in any way, her instincts say to drop the mask and assert dominance. To prove who the bigger monster is, but she restrains herself. They are, mostly, in public, after all. Instead, she just tilts her head slightly. "You are quite young, aren't you? How many years?"

She steps closer. Somehow, she makes a casual walk look like the motions of a stalking lion. "I'm Amelia, and Sunrise is just ironic, isn't it?"

Sunrise Aberdeen has posed:
"I was groomed for being turned in 2019 by Duncan Campbell. Turned in 2020. He died not long after." Duncan Campbell is an infamous member of the Hominis Nocturne. The Vampiric Nobility. A Scottish monster dating back to the 14th century.

She remains in her crouch, watching the woman from her perch. Yes, that means she is, in fact, an incredibly young vampire.

Amelia Au Claire has posed:
Amelia's mask does slip. First at the name, because of course she is familiar, and secondly at the youth of this one. It's returned in an instant, and she frowns. The expression is so practiced, so human one might think the sympathy is real. And, on some level, it might be.

"And you've been alone since? No one has tried to claim you for teaching? They've just let you ... roam around like a commoner?"

Sunrise Aberdeen has posed:
She shrugs a slender shoulder and moves to sit on the edge of the dumpster, her long legs dangling. "Anyone eho's come looking have been assholes. I sent them packing...or buried them. I'm not afraid to be alone. I mean, it sucks, but...their methods weren't exactly what I'm lookin' for, I guess."

She watches then older vampire.

Amelia Au Claire has posed:
Amelia watches the other vampire carefully, studying her. "Our kind are not known to be gentle, Sunrise," she says carefully. Sure, the girl is a fledgeling. Barely three years one of them, but even youth can get lucky.

"What -are- you looking for? If you want to be left alone, I can just walk away and forget we ever met. I have no claim to you, nor do I particularly care about the ... patriarchy from back home."

Sunrise Aberdeen has posed:
"You ever read Anne Rice?," she asks with a small, lopsided grin. "I dunno. being a Vampire should be romantic. Where's the longing, and the sex? It's all just hunger and blood." She shakes her head and glances out over the empty, narrow street before she returns her gaze to the woman.

"I don't really want to be left alone. Just by those fanged men."

Amelia Au Claire has posed:
"I have read them, they are ... quaint. So close, and yet...," she says, trailing off. "The longing, and the sex, are tools to be used by us to feed on the humans." She steps closer, that friendly, almost guileless expression still in place. "Though, luckily, sex is still fun, so that's a bomus," she says with a laugh.

"The hunger never leaves, and blood is our life. You cannot escape it, save to meet the sun."

Amelia tilts her head slightly. "The men of our kind are often brutes. Cunning and wicked, yes, but still men. Ruled by fury and the desire to destroy. I was taught by them. How to kill and break. But I prefer to create. To...perfect my art." She takes another step closer, within arms' reach now. "Do you want to become the creature, the predator, you are meant to be? Or are you content surviving on scraps?" She pauses. "Do you even have a proper haven to hide from the sun from?"

Sunrise Aberdeen has posed:
She watches the woman approach, clearly considering. She leans forward and rests her elbows on her knees, and her chin in her hands. "Well, yeah. A buncha jerks. Exactly what to expect if you give a bunch of old-fashioned men supernatural power and immortality. Barf."

Her gaze dips again, and she considers she she lightly chews one of her nails. "I mean...that sounds pretty awesome, I gotta admit. Better then what I have going, at least."

She shrugs a shoulder and then smiles. "I have a van I hide my coffin in. Gets me around and keeps me out of the sun. So, if you become my new mentor will that Anne Riceian stuff at least be involved?" Yes, she's flirting.

Amelia Au Claire has posed:
Amelia looks at Sunrise, her red eyes almost seeming to shine in the harsh streetlights. She just smiles at the girl on her little screed about vampire men. They are, in fact, pretty barf. She's not a fan. It's not even that she dislikes men, but vampire men are too ... demanding and domineering.

That's her job.

She almost recoils. "A -van-!? No. That will not do. That will not do at all. It's too exposed. Too ... up to the whims of humanity. I will not force you, but I have space in my home. If you wish to learn the full depth of your powers, I will teach you and, perhaps, you may have talent to learn some of -mine-."

She pauses, her smile sliding in A Direction. "And if you play your cards right, it just might."

Sunrise Aberdeen has posed:
The girl is quiet for a long moment, now. She's considering. She enjoyed freedom, sure, but life was hard. This could be a really good offer for her. She idly rubbed her ear as she glanced aside, before she finally came to a decision and turned back.

"Alright, deal. And it's a good thing I rock at poker."

She hops down off of the dumpster and grins impishly.

Amelia Au Claire has posed:
Amelia waits, inhumanly still, for Sunrise to answer. On one hand, sure, she wouldn't be too offended if the girl said no. On the other, it's still a slight, to have offers of hospitality thrown back in your face. When that doesn't happen, she just nods. "You've chosen well, Sunrise. If you are willing to work, to subsume what I teach you, I will mold you into a proper vampire in no time."

She pauses, her smile slipping towards a smirk. "First we need to get you a new wardrobe, I think." She holds out her elbow towards Sunrise for her to take.