Frosty Morning - Open

[Damion Bane]

The air was so cold that every inhale stung the throat and lungs that breathed it in. Every exhale was visible as the ice crystals froze the air for a second. Underfoot the frost crunched as Damion made his way through the undergrowth to castle Frankenstein. For all that he lived some of his life as if his bite had never happened, there where some things that Damion had to admit to himself where changed forever.
He told himself that he still had a life. He still had a job, of sorts anyway. But the fact of the matter was that there was something that kept him in Transelvania which he had no control over. That raked with Damion, but like most things in his new life, he had come to terms with it.
Damion walked into the old castle as if he owned it. “Hello. Anyone else here?” he called into the darkness that still clung to the walls, though it was morning.

[Victoria Valor]

Victoria heard a voice she didn't know. But she smelled werewolf. Her silver eyes darted around. "Must be down stairs." She slowly got up her white blonde hair was more of a mess then normal. She quickly combed it. And made her way down the stairs. She was wearing a black shirt, and pants that had buckles going all the way down the sides. She was in her boots just like she always was. She saw a boy. Looked older then her self. But that wasn't hard, she had a childish look to her. "Hi." She smiled. Today was a better day for Victoria.

Victoria had lived here for a while now, she mainly kept to her self. Only talking when she needed, or to Dracula. A few memories from her past have been comeing back to her. But none of them importen to her. Victoria hadn't had the best of weeks, one she tested Dracula and about got her self killed. She ran into a girl who hates werewolfs, then the girl came here. Then she got into a big fight with a friend of hers. This week was not good at all.

[Damion Bane]

“Not disturbing you am I?” he asked. He may be technically a monster, but that didn’t mean he had to be rude. When she smiled Damion thought he could see an almost feral look in her eyes. But in that second it was gone leaving only the smile on a pretty girls face. He smiled back. Though she appeared young and fragile Damion couldn’t shake the feeling that asking if a young girl like her really ought to be in a creepy old castle like this would be a really stupid question.
He had yet to get the hang of his heightened senses etc so the girls scent didn’t help him come to any conclusions.

[Victoria Valor]

"No not at all. I enjoy company. I don't get much." She walked closer to the boy. Her silver eyes sparkled. "Names Victoria. And this is my home. Well more then mine, a few others live here." She smiled again. "I haven't ever seen you befor. Are you knew around here?" Victoria was one to ask a lot of questions. Her face grew blank as another memorie from her past hit her.

She was wondering alone, she was human then. Out of no where she was attacked by a vampire. No other vampire then the person she looked up to, who she thought of as a father, Dracula. She was screaming and fighting. Then it turned black. She woke up in a cell, tied up. Some green liquid driping into her arm.

Life came back into Victorias eyes.

[Damion Bane]

For a second Damion couldn’t help but stare. He had never seen someone with liquid sliver eyes before. Taking his attention away from her eyes Damion was able to take in her words. “Yes. I just came over from England.” He told her. “I gather some of the locals aren’t all that welcoming to strangers. Or maybe I’m just special.” He added.
As he finished talking he looked directly into her mesmerising eyes and saw as they became dull, like the light behind them had just been blown out. “Are you alright?” he asked. When she didn’t answer he hesitantly put a steadying hand on her shoulder “Victoria?”

[Victoria Valor]

Victoria shook her head. "Yea I am fine. Just a memorie comeing back to me. One I didn't want to remember." Victoria shook her head again. "I don't remember anything from being human. Well a few things. More have been comeing back lately tho." She looked at him and gave him a half smile. She felt his hand on her sholder. "You aren't human, I can smell it. You are just like me. Werewolf." She smiled bigger.

[Damion Bane]

He snatched his hand away as if he had been burned. He had been a werewolf for such a short time and only a few people had known him as a monster, most only discovered very briefly and the others had screamed and ran or tries to kill him, or variations of all three. He had never had it stated so plainly to him as if it where the most natural thing in the world. And he was sure he hadn’t met another werewolf. “Its so obvious?” he asked, trying to surreptitiously smell himself to find out if it smelt bad.

“You don’t remember being human?” Damion parroted stupidly. “What do you mean? How long have you been a werewolf?” he asked before it occurred to him that she might not want to be bombarded with his naive questions after experiencing a unpleasant memory.

[Victoria Valor]

"You are new to being a werewolf. Vampires, werewolfs, and humans all smell differnt. And no you don't smell bad. It just comes with experence. And I have been for around five years. Well from the resenct memorie I got back. Dracula attacted me, almost killed me. Took me back to his house. Where he experimented on me turning me into a werewolf. And wiped out my memory." She said all in one breath. "You to me smell good." She smiled again.

[Damion Bane]

That all seemed like quite a lot to go through with only one breath. “Oh, um thanks.” He said momentarily torn between embarrassment at trying to smell himself and relief that he didn’t have to worry to much about standing down wind for the rest of his life. “Your not so bad yourself.” He added, assuming that it probably wouldn’t be the best way to make friends by beginning with making himself look foolish and following up by sniffing someone.

“Does that mean that you weren’t bitten?” he asked “Not by a werewolf I mean.” Already it seemed he had a lot to learn. So much for living a relatively normal life he thought with a twinge of regret. “I don’t suppose you know of a cure then?”

[Victoria Valor]

"I don't know that, I only saw green liquid being pumped into me, and then it went blank." She smiled. "Thanks. And I don't know a cure. Really it gets easyer to be a werewolf after you have been one for a few years." She kept looking at him. "I can control my turning now. I kinda lose it when I get mad tho. It is a lot harder for me to not turn when I get mad."

[Damion Bane]

A part of Damion had known that once you turned there was not much hope of turning back, but it was still hard to hear it. He lowered his eyes and nodded sadly once. In truth there hadn’t been much to go back to. So it looked like this was his life now. He didn’t like quitting and giving up on things, but neither was he the type to mope about. “I get the changing part. I can control that near enough. It’s being changed that is the hard part. An all or nothing deal. Kind of like one minuet I’m myself, then it all goes blank, like I’ve been knocked out and then I wake up and I’m naked in some forest with blood on my hands and in my mouth.” He snapped his mouth shut abruptly. He hadn’t meant to tell her all that. Though if he relaxed for a moment he would realise that in all probability she went through it too. “Is that, uh, normal?” he asked, hesitating slightly before calling this werewolf thing normal.

[Victoria Valor]

"Yes very much, that was also your first feeding. You wont ever remember that. Dracula had to keep me from killing many people. Or so he said." Victoria didn't know much about her transfermation. But she had watched many people change. "Full moons still effect you don't they. I can control my urges during them." She grinned.

[Damion Bane]

She was right about the full moons. Every time he became a monster and in the morning he would awake as a man and then have to deal with the mess he had made. He was already familiar with death, disease and the other things that brought a man low, but the carnage left behind had turned his, strangely full, stomach. It was a relief to know that he wouldn’t have to worry about that sort of thing so much after a while. And it made a kind of sense. As if the two parts of himself where separate now and had to find a way to bond and co-exist. It was just a pity that so many had to suffer. Damion was not a man who enjoyed violence, he had seen enough of that on the backstreets of London. He was probably better off here where at least it was expected that there where monsters.

With his reasoning sorted Damion began to feel better. He was pleased that he had come here and met this strange and alluring girl. “Thanks. That really helped.” He told her with a sincere smile.

[Victoria Valor]

"Just don't fight agenst being a werewolf, it will make it harder. And if you want you may stay. But even after you gain control you will have to turn but just to feed. You wont have to do it as often as you do now." Victoria had a strange attraction to this boy. "I am surpirsed you haven't asked about my eyes yet. I was born this way. I think." She smiled again.

[Damion Bane]

He hadn’t wanted to draw attention to the fact that he could hardly keep himself from starring into her eyes. “I thought maybe it was a werewolf thing.” He didn’t want to say animal magnetism and make himself look even more foolish. “They’re like quicksilver.”

“Thanks for the invitation. I’ve got a place on the outside of town. But I’d like to visit often.” He said, not bothering to try to hid the reaction her beautiful eyes had on him. “But wont your…. Dracula be worried about you inviting strange men in?” he asked. She had mentioned Dracula a couple of times that morning and at first Damion had a hard time accepting it at face value. Surly Dracular was just a story that the wemen told to make their small boys quiet. The old ‘If you do that Draclua and his army of werewolves will…’ But the last part had stuck. His army of werewolves. Damion bit his lip. Surely that didn’t mean…