<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2d7bjx2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Omen</strong><br/>Private estate<br/>Day one - Evening (Scorpio sun, Gemini Moon)<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Alikama<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was hours ago, Omen and Alikama had eaten a young man named Retil. Though it seemed like only minutes to Omen, he knew how long it had been. He knew that when she said she was hungry, it had meant much more than a body full of blood. He fed her anxiety and waited nearly two whole minutes before making a stir.<br/><br/>Omen was not near her; each of them knew that he could voice every inflection that she'd spoken with. Omen's eyes were not on her, but he recorded every movement in his memory. They had a<em>vital</em>connection that allowed them to hear each other from great distances. As Alikama played feverishly in the grass, her ancient lover was in the stacks of his secret home. She was only twenty paces out of the door, he could see the shape of her back, he could feel her hot muscles stretch through the screaming agony of their death. Standing from his spot, Omen approached the window that overlooked the front yard. He could<em>see</em>her, now, in the shivering moonlight below, dodging and scraping in both directions like a rabid hound in slow motion. "This night weighs heavy on me as well."<br/><br/>He laughed to himself before fully responding to her. "But, Kama, you have just eaten. His blood must have made you anxious." He could understand why, and he felt it as well. His head pressed against the wooden window pane, and his hand lifted up to stroke the glass, imagining the softer sections of Alikama's body.<br/><br/>The structure that had been protecting them from sunlight was large, but only one story, and surrounded by forest, and canopy. It was made of brick and there was a concrete foundation. An ancient cage in the back of the building had served them well to keep food fresh. It was only four rooms. One of which was expansive, it led to the front door. Omen kept a fire pit in that room. It was below a section of the ceiling where the roof had caved in. Besides that, Alikama had done most of the decorating. He hardly noted the furniture in that room. 'The Stacks', as Alikama had affectionately named the room that Omen was standing in, was a small offshoot near the front door that housed a series of shelves that had survived through time. They used these storage spaces for nothing. Omen found it more useful to imagine what was on the shelf, rather than actually put something in a place. The other two rooms were small and contained almost no direct lighting from outside. This is where the vampires had been sleeping.<br/><br/>Omen knew that this was a lousy home compared to the most recent places they'd lived in. The two of them had been holed up for five suns in this private estate; and before that, seven suns in a hut, four suns in a crypt, eight suns in a hole in the ground. Granted, each home was a<em>vacation spot</em>, glamorously dark and piled with dead or dying virgins. It did not matter how dank the description.<br/><br/>He felt guilty. Retil had tasted sour, and his final words were so daunting, 'I'm a man you know, I'm alive in ways that you don't know. I am a force.' At this point, Alikama had sliced the length of his arm open. He was bleeding profusely but he continued to grunt his words out. 'You're nothing. I'm alive. I am roaring with life as you kill me.' He laughed until he died. Omen had never met a man like that, much less killed one. It didn't scare Omen, it did the same thing to him that it was doing to his Sire. She was too invigorated to be patient. His proud screams were ironic. Retil would never fathom the depth...<br/><br/>"There is luxury in every pocket of this globe." Omen was vague as he spoke, attempting to display his own excitement. He smiled as he watched Alikama react.