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Tine.

How to describe her.

From a distance, the girl looked.. God damned sexy. Nearly every male admired her. Fell for her. But; the real deal; the factor that everyone found annoying, was her attitude.

It was dark. Not as in the gloomy, foggy type atmosphere that all those authors write in their Vampyre novels; but literally, pitch black. The light blonde haired teenager was walking solo through a stale-tasting alley. The tiny whispers of the shadows echoed around her, causing her to pick up pace, and continue footstepping forwards. Then; she stopped.

A small sense f drousiness fell over the female, as if someone had drugged her. And that they had. A small, almost invisible needle was stuck right in the back of her neck; the capsule of colourless liquid; was gone. Obviously, it had injected itself into her veins. Into her blood system. Almost thirteen seconds had passed now; and Tine had fallen down into a heap. Un-consious, cold, and hidden in the shadows. The silhouette of a stranger behind her approached; the evil, insane grin covering his fang-like teeth visible in the dark.

[ Whoever replies; feel free to rp as Mr. Insanity here, or whatever. You can change it into your own character. I am in need of a rp where my character is either tortured somehow, or forced to be some sort of slave, etc. Or kidnapped. I don't know. But yeah.


Tine is from the 'Eragon' books, if anyone didn't know already But yeah. Please reply. Thank you. ]

The man that had drugged Tine, was the half vampire James Nickelson. He was in need of a vampire slave and though that Tine would be a good choice. He picked her up off the ground and carried her bridle style, and ran at vampireic speed where no one could see him or Tine, they just saw a blur of colors and shapes. He found a vacant warehouse and sat Tine down to check if anyone had possibly followed him, but he saw nothing. He walked back to Tine and shook her stightly to wake her up. His eyes were already a deep crimson color from lack of blood.

The heavy set of armor normally seen for the last time walking down dark alleyways saw what he believed to be his latest victims. He had nothing against them he didn't even know their names, Mordekaizer doesn't fight out of vengeance or even out of spite, an attack from him is because he is a stone cold Psychopath. strangely he didn't attack the two he waited behind James as if the two had a pact. a deal of bygones an intimidating sight is this warrior of pure disease covered in the heavy metal armor crafted from the hardiest of Noxian steel. A bodyguard one would be lucky enough to have.

The female groaned, then rolled her head to the side, opening up her eyes with a long, slow sigh. Her body ached still from the drug, it had obviously messed with her body quite a lot. She blinked open her eyes, and forced herself to a very weak standing position. She wobbled, and retreated back a little. The blonde had no idea on what was going on. In fact, she was indeed a little terrified. Whoever the man was in front of her, he didn't look friendly. His red eyes told the story.

"Stay away from me.."

She moved back, soon falling into her back with a small thump, her legs kicking out as she shifted herself backwards.