Set Fire To Rain (Tom)

[catt]

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[atrb=background,http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b262/backgroud_expert/middlecatt2.jpg] Tonight found Catt somewhere along the lake's edge. She sat upon a large rock that looked over the rest of the little area. It wasn't much, a little babble of water here, the sound of dead moving in the trees behind there, nothing too out of the ordinary. But to Catt this was the best place in the world. It was peaceful, and surrounded by her favorite element, water. She sat, Indian style, palms placed upwards towards the stars, eyes shut tightly. She was focusing herself, grounding herself. She had to push all of the negative thoughts out of her head at least once a day, or she felt like it would explode. Slowly she began to feel herself relax,from head to toe, and let go of the things that were out of her control. The fact that she didn't have a job, or a steady place to stay didn't seem to matter as soon as she got to bathe under the Mother Moon. Completely at ease she opened her eyes again, pale grey in color. She reached beside her for a leather bound book, century's older than herself. It used to be her great great grandmothers, and had been passed down to every witch in the family until it reached her hands. Inside were spells and incantations, all scribbled by hand. All type's of ink from quill to pen. Needless to say the spells were rich in history. Some being used on vampires and werewolves, some learned from fairy's from a different realm. It was hard to say where all of the information came from but that didn't matter. Catt really didn't care, she would keep it close to her always, hoping that one day she might be able to write her own spells down. Flipping through a few pages she turned the section where she mother had written. If it were possible for Catt to be creeped out she would of been, her mother had only studied darker magic, sorcery and necromancy, stuff that including raising people from the dead. Suddenly Catt felt a chill nip at her exposed skin. Something or someone had stepped into her little pool of relaxation, although she couldn't hear or see them. "Hello?" She called shakily into the night. "Any body there?"

[lawl]

Oh night-time. The best time of the day, where a vampire could openly walk the streets without spontaneously combusting and for some older vampires, that was actually a concern. But, as any vampire of the twenty first century, Thomas walked through the streets without anything to fear really, he wasn’t a vampire in people’s eyes, he was just a normal person. Though at times, he did wonder how they would react if he came up to them and said “Hi, I’m a vampire” most would probably just awkwardly and quickly walk away. But, that was their problem; there were a lot of humans that seemed okay with vampires, even actively supported vampire rights. That actually made Thomas smile, not because it was a nice gesture, but because they haven’t really met that many vampires and just assumed all vampires are nice. Well, in his life Tom had met a lot of vampires and most of them were really insane, but a stake through the heart usually helped.

Well, the vampire found himself arriving the Jamerson beach and walked around the pier, the shore until he came over a small rocky area. It was quite beautiful in it’s own sense, the water washing over the rocky shore, the starry night sky above the rocky surface of the beach, giant boulders laying on the beach, a weird woman with her hands in the sky, the crabs and other wildlife… wait, what? From a relaxed walk along the shore, Tom’s mood quickly changed when he saw that woman. At first he smiled a bit, thinking that she was a lunatic, but quickly remember the inquisition, a lot of years ago when they burned witches, the weird rituals they used to have and what now. Tom’s lips pressed tightly together as he watched the woman from a distance. She sat on a large boulder overlooking the others, so quite frankly, she wasn’t hiding very well, and if she was trying to hide from plain sight… maybe this was a trap? Tom looked around, glancing in every direction, no, they couldn’t set up an ambush in such a place so easily.

He slowly took a step forward, silently. He felt himself swallow his saliva and gulp rather loudly, but still, the washing waves would have been enough to muff the sound of his inner workings. He kept slowly walking forward, without even realizing it he came relatively close to the witch, the entire time blankly staring at her back. Then he quickly shook his head, took a deep breath and clenched his fists. In a blink of a second, he was standing a couple of feet away from the rock, but then moved, in even faster speed, behind a boulder. Why? He was checking to see if she wasn’t in a trance, also he wanted to see if there was a way to get closer to her. As she turned, saying hello and beginning to realize that she wasn’t alone, Tom moved again. This time, he stopped on a boulder next to her boulder, but she was turned away when he ran up, so before she could even turn back, Tom spoke, calmly, and in a friendly tone.

”Beautiful evening, isn’t it?”

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[catt]

Catt felt the air suck right out of her lungs. It wasn't his tone that startled her, but how he was just there. On the rock, just next to her when she could of swore she heard him behind her. This made Catt flush an even paler if that were possible.

As if the words had been sucked out of her brain along with the breath from her lungs she had very little come to mind as to what to say to the man perched next to her but her honest word.

"One of the best I've seen so far."

In this part of New Jersey, Catt was used to Atlantic City, a pavement wasteland with light pollution that prevented Catt from even seeing the Big Dipper half the time. Snapping the book shut on her lap, she seemed to be slapped with a does of reality. She mentally yelled at herself. Why hadn't she gone off running into the night like an sensible person would? Why did she just sit there as if this were completely normal? She shook the thoughts off as quickly as she could. There was something different about this man, and not just the fact that he seemed to appear out of the thinning airs. She had felt something when he stepped into her circle of conscience, something that was cold and almost brought frost to her breath.

Grey eyes rolled from the book in her lap, back to the man on the boulder, eye brows kitting together in a curious fashion.

"I'll leave if you want to be alone..."

She offered, thinking that was the only logical reason he would come to this little hidey hole?

[lawl]

The woman was slightly startled, and honestly, who wouldn’t be? Especially at night, in a secluded place, somebody sneaks up on you and starts talking to you, naturally, some people assume the worst, while some are just surprised to see anyone in such quiet places at these times of night. Well, unless you lived in a really bad neighborhood your entire life and your reaction to being startled was to stab the person in the heart, a knee jerk reaction if you would, then you can probably safely say that you’re never scared of being startled. Thomas took this moment to examine the woman’s general appearance, she seemed normal enough, but hanging out in a beach at the middle of the night sitting like lunatic deducted some points from her normal meter. But, Tom wasn’t bluntly going to ask what she was doing, she might get scared, start crying or go into shock just simply start screaming and refusing to talk, nope, this was a delicate matter.

She seemed to take a longer moment to reply to Thomas, though that was also natural for anyone that was startled badly enough. The best so far, well, around these parts maybe, but Tom had seen much more beautiful nights than this one, specifically in the north, where the aurora borealis was a frequent enough thing and some parts of the world simply lit up during the night so beautiful that a simple town could not compare. But, you couldn’t hope to surprise a long lived vampire, that was one of the losses they paid, simply unable to feel the same joy people feel because if you live long enough, chances are you’ve seen everything this world has to offer, and yet, it was still so full of possibilities, even to the undead like Thomas.

”Well then, my dear, you haven’t seen that many then, if you ever get the chance to, California has beautiful nights, especially in the Mojave desert, you an see the Milky Way at night”

[/color] Thomas spoke casually and calmly, as if talking to a long time friend. He tried to make it abundantly clear that the woman had nothing to fear from him and honestly, Thomas was never one for formalities. The place in the Mojave Desert where you can actually see the Milky Way was called Death valley, but Thomas overlooked that part, that might sound like a threat and you generally want to skip over the death topic with a person you just met in the middle of the night in a quiet area where nobody can hear you scream… but Tom digresses. He followed her gaze as he spoke, landing on the small leather book and as he inhaled air through his nose he could smell the old dried pages, collected dust and long history that slept inside that book. In fact, when Tom’s gaze landed on it, his expression changed to a slightly surprised one.

His gaze turned blank as he watched it, he had seen it before and it came back to him in a rush. The year was 1863, the American civil war had left many deaths in its wake and Tom first saw that book when he and his maker arrived in a small town, though Thomas couldn’t remember what town exactly that was. They saw something in a cemetery; it was a group of people, practicing witchcraft, witches were generally dangerous, especially if they practiced necromancy, so they scattered the witches with a couple of threats and that was when Tom saw that same book. When they first appeared, Tom’s maker pushed a woman to the ground and she dropped a leather bound book, very similar to this one, in fact, Tom was rather certain it was the same one. ”Oh please don’t leave on my account, I enjoy the company of beautiful women during beautiful nights”[/color] he spoke rather calmly, his gaze his glancing back to the book as he spoke to the woman

”That looks like a very old book,”[/color] He finally spoke about it, his tone calm and still friendly ”Anything interesting?”[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]