#bittenstart

Yasmine was tired. she’d been to work all night long, running between tables, serving drinks, trying to not trip over the legs of people who were more or less sprawled out as someone fed from them. Oh lord how tired she was. Stepping out from the bar at 4 am, her shift finally done, she was going in direction of drink ‘N bite, taking off her shoes in the process. She didn’t care to walk in the high heels when she just wanted a coffee, but of course, jumping around on one high heel while trying to get the other off... It was no surprise that the young human more or less fell into someone, making her blush awfully fast. “Oh my...” Pushing herself off of them, one shoe barely hanging on, she looked up at them. “I’m so sorry for that. Long night at work and high heels, you know?” 

Avery walked through the antique store, his hand tracing along the shelf in an absent fashion as he did so. Picking up a chair, he turned it in his hands to figure out if it was structurally sound enough to merit the repair. A set of two was quite brilliant. He turned the cushion and then pulled it up to inspect it thoroughly. “Do you think this embroidery is worth salvaging or just reupholstering both chairs?” he asked the other person in the pretty shop.

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“So, I heard you had a piece of art that we’d love at the gallery.” Irene spoke as she put down her glass. Cold blood had never been her favorite, but slitting someone’s wrist over her glass would not be approved of, and drinking directly from the vein, wasn’t very suitable for a business dinner with a potential client. Besides, she was wearing white. White and veins? not the best combination. “I heard it was a 18th century piece, authentic, however, I might have heard wrong, so please feel free to correct me.” 

Balancing up on the fence surrounding a house, Grace was working on just becoming familiar with all of this newness of living as a vampire. When she’d first worked up like it, she’d been in shock, and quite frankly, it was only recently that she even started to wrap her mind properly around her. That she’d ache for blood for the rest of her life, that she’d never really be the old her again. Well, of course she was still her old self, but in a different way. She’d died! She’d cracked her head on an edge, and if it’d not been for the blood that Claudio had kept on feeding her before it, she’d been in a casket, or burned, not been balancing on a fence. “You know, I can’t stand papercuts.” Grace suddenly spoke back up, looking to her companion of the evening. “I really, really hate paper cuts. They smell just enough of blood to make me starving, but I can’t exactly feed from a barely there cut in someone’s finger. I don’t get how those doctor-vamps can do it. Like, how can you handle being around humans and their blood all the time and not just go desperate to drink it all?” 

Anyways, have fun, make sure to include everyone, and go play!