Late Night Bite

Anastasia - I fall to the floor crying. I hate thinking about my family. I need to leave, to be free.

Kyle - "Damn it Daisy, put him down!"

Vincent: I look at Daisy and then Anastasia, thinking. I could stop her at any moment, we were sealed by blood as master and servant. But if Daisy doesn't get it out now, she never will. I bend down to Ana and try to comfort her, making sure to keep an eye on Daisy.

Daisy: "And what would you do if I didn't? He asked me to drink his blood, not the other way around, and I already think he's got a little crush on me. I don't think he'd mind that much. Give me one good reason, why damn good reason why I shouldn't."

Kyle - "Because then you'll be like me," I tell her.

Daisy: I shrug. "You seem to like being you. If he's just a human then what should it matter to you?"

Kyle - "It'll be my responsibility to deal with whoever comes looking," I growl, "and whether or not I like being me doesn't mean that you will. You said that I was a monster, is that what you want to be?"

Daisy: "Exactley," I say as I drop the guy as well as the act. "You don't like yourself either. You couldn't even look me in the eyes as I was about to enslave someone like a good vampire would and tell me that you did." It didn't matter that he tried to seem impassive. "That's why you're a hypocrite," I say softly.

(Could I join? If so, how can I jump in?)

Anastasia - I was curled up in a ball. This was all finally getting to me. My mom was dead. I had thrown it in the back of my mind pretending I didn't know. My sister was a vampire, a creature I couldn't say I didn't hate. The so-called love of my life didn't even remember my name. My best friend was slowly being killed by a life of imprisonment.... It was all my fault.

Kyle - I didn't know what to say. I looked from Daisy to Anastasia, heartbroken on the floor. "Leave," I tell them all, all three of them, "Take Anastasia and go before I change my mind," I storm out.

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Vincent: My jaw drops. Whoa. We're getting out? "Anastasia, are you ok?" I ask softly. "Hey, everything's gonna be alright now, ok? Promise." I smile and offer her a pinky. "I haven't broken one yet."

Anastasia - I laughed wiping my eyes, "You better not break this one," I warn lightly taking his pinky in mine.

(Okay, so I'll just post my characters bio and jump in somehow)

Character Format:
NAME- Mikey Verhime
AGE- 18 (I made him younger to fit, since I have no other characters that are worth chatting with)
PERSONALITY- Shy, yet he knows what it is like to be beaten down. He keeps to himself a lot, but he can be friendly when he wants to be. Always on edge since he is being hunted by assassins, and he had a horrible childhood. His parents were murdered (by him accidentally) and he lived on the streets for a long time.
LOOKS- Black hair with a slight redish tint. He has normal red eyes that turn into a darker red when he goes into his demon form. He typically wears plain colored t-shirts with black leather jeans. (I would tell you to check my normal inkpop's project cover, but it is down right now)
SPECIES- Half-demon

You can jump in by walking into the bar and seeing this well... chaos really

Vincent: I grin back. "Promise." Daisy hops back downstairs with out things, eying the door Kyle disappeared into. "Where are your things?" she asks Anastasia. "I know somewhere we can go, but we need to go quick!"

Anastasia - "They are all down where Kyle is," I say.

(Oh, okay. I hope my post will suffice)

Mikey: I quickly stepped into this random bar I picked off of the street. I was tired from running, so I just needed a place to stay for an hour or two. I walked in, not knowing what to think of the place. "Uh. . ." I muttered. I didn't know what to say to the people who already were inside.

Anastasia - I looked at the guy who just walked in. Certainly he wasn't human... but I could tell he wasn't vampire either. I lifted myself off the floor, "This isn't a good time to be in this bar." I say.

Mikey: "But why?" I asked, curious.

Vincent: "C'mon," I say as a grimacing Daisy heads downstairs. I grab her arm, turn around, and landed smack into some other guy. I land on the floor with an oomph and grimace as the guy takes in all of my white winter clothes despite it being so hot outside. "So," I start. "You may be wondering why a marshmellow is trying to run to his limo with a crying girl. Well, it's a funny story, really... But, we don't really have time, sooo..."

Daisy: I run downstairs as fast as I can and start putting the girl's things into a suitcase. Let's see- shirts, pants, shoes, jewelry. For once it seems as though my fingers aren't moving fast enough.

Anastasia - "What are you?" I wonder about the guy.

Mikey: "Why are you asking?" I quickly replied, nervous about why she wanted to know. I shifted my gaze to a window, wondering if they had followed me or not.

Anastasia - "I've lived with vampires since I was thirteen, I can tell you aren't human, but you aren't a vampire either," I comment.

Mikey: "Let's just leave it that I am not human. . ."

Anastasia - I sigh, "Still, this isn't a good place to be," I tell him.

Daisy: My nose twitches as I smell something strange. Like a vampire in a way, and yet completely off. But I think I know it... I grab the bags off the bed and head back upstairs to find Anastasia and Vincent talking to someone. I blink and frown. He looks familiar, but...

Mikey: "Can you tell me exactly why that is?"