The woman smiled. "Eadoin," she said, "but I'm also known as Deirdre through legends."

It had been raining for the past 3 days and since Mimi doesn’t like that rain very much she stayed inside as much as possible. Now Mimi doesn’t like staying inside either so it turns out she was grumpy either way. She had fallen asleep staring out the window and a bright light caused her to open her eyes.

The sun?  Mimi looked out the window and she couldn’t believe it, it really was the sun. Not a single cloud in the sky except for the fluffy white ones and a smiled made its way across her face.

Mimi quickly went to change her clothes. She grabbed a pair of jeans that fitted her body perfectly and a light pink sweater. She changed and then stood in front of the large mirror in her room. Mimi was about 5’ 5’’ tall with dark brown hair that went slightly past her shoulders. She had a nice body structure, in other words she had curves there were they should be and her clothes showed them of fairly well. Her dark brown eyes always had a slightly sparkle to them and the sweet smile upon her lips caused her to have a very innocent look. She checked her appearance once more and smiled.

Mimi pulled her coat of the hook beside the door, put on her white sneakers and opened the door to leave. She was about to close the door as she spotted her white umbrella and she grabbed it. Just in case.

Mimi ran down the stairs and opened the door to the apartment building that she lived in and flinched at the sudden brightness of the light. “The sun sure is bright” The smile on Mimi’s face was a sweet and innocent one as she walked down the street, the umbrella closed in her right hand.

The day was so beautiful and yet Mimi didn’t know what she should do and so she just wandered the street. Mimi thought about something to do while she walked and decided that she would look for a new pair of shoes and so she headed towards the city. The traffic became heavier as Mimi got closer to the city.

Lightening crashed and rain poured to the ground pounding on Esther as she cringed, putting her arms over her head in a failing attempt to shield herself. Pulling her heavy skirt up slightly to get the hem out of the rain she broke into a run. It was dark out, almost midnight. Hearing a crash behind her she turned and screamed.

Nothing was there...shaking she continued to run through the deserted streets. She'd heard the stories, the stories of the creatures that walked among them. She didn't know what was true but she'd heard they came out at night and hunted through the city seeking out their pray...and rarely failed.

Esther didn't know where she was going, but she knew she had to keep running.

Mimi looked at the male that was now looking at her. She was in shock and her body started shaking, not realizing that she was safe now.

Mimi didnt notice anything happening around her, she was only staring at the male. She knew he was speaking to her, but for some reason she coudnt hear his voice.

Mimi was about to ask what he had said when her eyes suddenly became heavy and they clsed on thir own as Mimi fell into unconsciousness.

Mimi knew she was unconsciouse and she was afraid. She keept tellin herself to wake up, to just open her eyes and wake up, to see if she was still alive or if she had died.

Mimi didnt feel that male pick her up or as he placed her on the couch. Mimi thought were to far away to feel anything. She was afraid to find out the truth of her fate, but she had to, there was no way around it.

Then Mimi smelled something that she loved. Coffee. Mimi knew she was dead, how could she be smelling coffee here, but she felt her thoughts slowly come back to her body and her eyes opened slowly.

" W-where am I ? "

Mimi sat up quickly and then placed her hand on her head as everything started to start spinning.

" I'm sorry about bothering you like this."

Mimi looked at the male, her face pale and she then looked at the cup and thought for a moment before she answered his question.

" If it's not to much trouble, then I would also like a cup"

Mimi's cheeks flushed a soft pink as she asked this stranger for a favour.

--Wedneday. February 27, 2008. 8:00pm--

The city lights gleamed brightly as Yoka made her way down the busy streets. She was making her way back home; being that she just got off of work.  Her lavender hues gazed from person to person as she jammed both her hands into the front pockets of her tiny-black jacket.  The females attire was that of...normal: A tight black dress wrapped around her slender figure, rougly reaching her knees. A black jacket was the only thing keeping her some-what warm at the moment.

'.....men...' She murmured, noticing a gang of them trying to "pick-up" some females on the streets; it was simply...hopeless for them. She couldn't help but find it amusing.

;The young woman continued walking onward but glancing back ounce in a while at the men, they wore black suits, were pritty tall, and carried blades. It was simple that they had a bisness they were doing and somewhat she was needed. She stopped and turned around. "what the fuck?" The woman thought to herself. She turned and one of the men were facing her. She jumped and before she could scream the man grabed her and cupped his hand over her mouth makeing her unable to scream. One of the men chuckled.

If beauty had been such an ill thing, then the young woman that had been gracing the earth must have been sick. Her features the perfect skin color and her eyes a soft and peaceful look, the young maiden's brown hair moved all the way down to her waisy. The silkyness seemed to flow with the grace of the wind, she seemed to have that outer glow. Of course she had an inner one was well, but that could only be seen once a conversation had been started with her.

She walked along the crowded streets a small elegant smile upon her lips, she seemed more of the peculiar type. Some of her slender body could be seen through those clothing, but not too much.

She smiles at the man and nods, "Sure, I'd like the company." she says, her voice soft as silk and as sweet as honey.

Raven locks blew as the cold breeze whispered on her ear. She shivered slightly, but not quite enough to be called a shiver. Her angelic features could only be describe as pure perfection. Yet the dismay gaze dwelling on her pure white hues, managed to infect sadness to every living thing.

Her forlorn figure moved slowly, her head facing foward showing nothing but full pride. It was almost as if she was ready for something or——someone.

She wore a ripped tank top, allowing a full view of the cross tattoo a little in between her breast. A belt was wrapped on her tiny waist, you could say she didn't eat enough. Yet you had to watch her to believe she ate more than she should. Tight jeans wrapped around her legs, while long boots had some of her jeans inside of them, allowing more of the boots to show.

At first view she appeared perfect. She appeared human. Now—— that was just what she appeared. Because, she wasn't any——she was something completely different.

Lykaois sighed, as she began to play with a little blue ball, tossing it up in the air, playing with it and even biting it gently. Until she almost tripped, after all she stopped her fall with her index finger, then she did a back flip with such elegance, showing off as usual. But her ball didn't had the same luck, it hit someone in the head and it fell in the middle of the street, the cars running over it.

Sighing she looked over the the person which the ball had hit. "Sorry about that." The young woman bowed her head, then looked up, allowing a full view of her eyes. The eyes that captivatied others——the eyes that for some strange reason gave others little hope.

Such beautiful white hues.

Michael smiled. Lovely, lively, hyper, out-going Michael. There weren't enough words in the dictionary that could describe the boy's upbeat outlook on life. Of course, with actions there were reactions.

"No there's not.."

"Yeah, there freaking is, I'm from there!"

"No, you aren't. You're just one of those goth kids in some cult that thinks they are." The man that stood next to Michael was named Devin. A simplistic name and Michael's latest interest. Oh no, not love wise; oh Lucifer, no.

Yeah, that's right, its not "oh God, no" - its "Oh Lucifer, no." Afterall.. Michael was from there. But his interest in Devin was trying to convert him to a Satanist; though seeing how he was currently an Athesist... it was a hard task. The boy could practically break a sweat! "Whatever, I am not! If I had a Hellion Demon I would totally show you right now what one looked like in true form!"

"If you had one? There are none. And that's why you don't have one."

"Shut the freaking hell up!"

"No such thing.

"AGH! I can't take it anymore! Go home and I'll come over when I feel like it!"

"Like I care, you cute little Satanist kid." He brushed his knuckle against Michael's cheek and turned into another direction immediantly.

"Hey, that's illegal you sicko! Not over eighteen here!"

"Ah, you don't care." The other man called back nonchalantly. Michael huffed and stood there furious. His scrunched up face was so cute! Bright - almost neon - green eyes glaring small daggers with his midnight toned hair flipped over one; pale features all around, but no so pale seeing as how he did get outside quite a bit. A slim-fitting black jacket, pair of dark-toned almost-yet-not-quite-tight jeans that all ended in a pair of black and white checkered shoes was all he adorned right now. Hey, no one to impress.

The young woman turned back twoards you. You could see her black dutly eyes through her slits. She flicked her wrist and needles between her fingers apeard. She lustfully walked twoards you and slipped a sly grin. "before i tell you anything id like to know who you might be." she laughed slighty licking her lips, her dazed eyes searching you.