<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2cs8hew.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><em>Elise Mauvais</em></span></span><br/>Vampire<br/>Murphy's Tavern<br/>Day 1, Night<br/>Tagged: Todd Williams; Leona Smith<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Eyes were on her; someone in the room. Of course, some of the old miners cast their glances about the woman. She had a certain look to her and she knew it, but she was never one to flaunt it around. Then again, what vampire didn't acquire a keen sense of beauty and style about them? It's hard to lure the unforeseeing into the darkness if you look like a dirty old hag. And with eternity in your hands, wouldn't you at some point learn to make yourself look at least half decent? Then again, it seemed most vampires discriminated when it came to choosing their prey. If they weren't visually pleasing, they didn't want them. The only exceptions were starvation and insane blood lust, both rarely seen.<br/><br/>The train of thought had run well past the station, as per usual with this one. What had spawned those thoughts? Ah, yes. Eyes.<em>"Quite long, yes,"</em>she spoke softly, a reference to her actual life span as eyes seemed to daze in thought once more. She pulled away.<em>"But here? Just a few months. The air is... Enticing."</em>What did that mean? Who knew. Perhaps she liked the outdoors, though it could be doubted by her chosen attire. Then, a woman stepped through the doors, disturbing their conversation. A pout formed on the girl's plump lips as she eyed this étranger. Though, in these parts, who wasn't one? However, there was something strange about this woman. Another witch, quite obviously (were they all congregating here? For what?). But she seemed a bit off balance.<br/><br/>Peering into her eyes just a moment before this... Leona had blinked; she chuckled, always enjoying that little memory jump, especially when she only had to go back a few seconds, rather than years. The woman was afraid of her! Ha! Oh, what a witch. She wasn't even sure of whether Elise was an actual vampire or not and she was afraid.<em>"Poor soul,"</em>she cooed, just in earshot of the couple.<em>"So frail, so... Simple. What a shame."</em>She licked her upper lip, making it seem as if she had planned on attacking the girl but had changed her mind, quite disappointed. And yet, being the Queen of Games, as was her little pet name, she had to glance back as she turned away, speaking barely audibly enough for the witches to hear.<em>"And yet... Maybe for a light snack later on... Oui, un casse-croûte."</em>With a decisive nod she made her way to table on the other side of the room.<br/><br/>Her back was slightly to the two, but turned enough so the side of her face could be seen. She chose to cast lingering glances at the woman, merely to allow her fear to bubble, to threaten and prod at her ever-so-slightly. Of course, she had no intention of acting upon this jest; it was a simple ploy for some entertainment on her end. Her mind, however, stayed curiously on the man- Todd, was it? Yes. He was young, barely thirty. He looked almost like a magician. What tricks might he have up his sleeves?