Love is like wine: it just gets sweeter with age.

Bittersweet?

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Fill in whatever you feel like. :D 

Name: Eddie Smith.
Age: -has to see yours first-
Gender:Male
Species: Vampire
Personality: Role play this out? I just randomly made him.
History: UGH, again, I just made him up so I have no history. May I make up as I go?
Looks: 

^^ I just love when guys wear that <3
^^He don't smoke though... *Disgusted face* 

Other: N/A

SORRY.

{(c)Goes to Hoshi-of-Sylvarant on DA}

It's quite alriiiiiiiiiiight ;)
Sooo how should we start this?

Welllllll, we shouldn't do winter, because than it would turn out the same as our other role play o_o Which I still have to reply to I know I know... D:

OOC:
What's ftw? DDD: What I'm thinking it means, doesn't really fit what you say before it haha...
Ohhhhhhhh like a farm? o_o I'lll dooooo eeet <3

ftw = For The Win

lol

And yes. Like a farm. 8D But she raises cattle and has a few horses and stuff. /Responsibilities. 8D

And who's starting? You or me? 8D 

OOC:
OMg o_o
Well there were two things I thought you meant.
Either one I shall not say...
Or 'for the wind'. Haha. My friend allways says that....

ANYWAYS D:
Uhmmmm can you start? PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE? <333
Uhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I have no idea how to put a vampire in the midst of a farm place. Because, isn't it like, he can't go in the sun? So maybe he literally only comes out at night. D: Good enough?

It was dark out when Charlotte sat up in bed, sweat making her tank top stick to her. Panting, heart racing, she slid from her bed and glanced at the window, pure blackness greeting her. The only thing visible was the moon, high up in the sky, a small sliver of light.

For a moment, she considered going back to bed. But the night terrors she'd gone through earlier would just be back to greet her, so she settled on a better decision.

Charlotte would go out to the barn and spend the night there.

Being around Milly, her ten year old palomino mare, always calmed her down no matter the situation. She figured she'd be sleeping by now, so she would just sit and watch the peaceful horse sleep.

Pulling on a pair of pajama bottoms and snatching up a flashlight, she made her way downstairs very quietly. If her father heard her, it would just stress him out. And with his health the way it was... well, they couldn't risk that right now.

Finally reaching the front door, Charlotte pushed her feet into her worn-out leather cowboy boots and pulled the door open as slow as possible. Nothing made any noise in the house... except the clock on the wall ticking slowly in time with the seconds.

Turning around to close the door shut behind her, she couldn't help but notice how cold out it was. She wish she'd worn more than her boots, a tank top and shorts that showed a good portion of her upper thighs.

Creeping into the barn, she saw what she expected. Milly was laying down in her stall, fast asleep. In the stall next to her was Tyson, a huge clydesdale, and in the last stall was the miniature pony named Missy who had a bad habit of biting.

With a sigh she pulled herself onto the gate that lead into Milly's stall and swung her legs over, sitting so her back was to the rest of the barn. She watched her flanks rise and fall in time with her breathing.

Charlotte distantly wondered what time it was. Maybe she should go back to the house and-

Her train of thought was cut off. She'd heard something outside the barn. Apparently Milly, Tyson and Missy had too, as the lifted their heads and looked around. Was there someone out there?

{ YAY Long boring intro. 8D } 

[Yayyyy!
Don't expect much from me. This being the first time I play a vampire, and the only vampire I know is the twilight ones, I will be kind of lost Dx]

Do you mind if I do first person? D: ]

[Bahaha alright. When I play guys that are 'monsters' or whatever, I just think it's more fun with doing first person xD]

I've been here ever since the beginning. Not ever since my birth in this world, but my birth as a new monster in the world. Reminicsing about the night, only makes my anger worse, so I try not to think about the pain, the excruciating pain, that changed my world forever. Changed my life - forever.
It seemed like my parents never looked for me, after it happened. My parents never looked worried that I was gone, and that I was never coming back. It was as if they didn't care that they didn't know where their own son was.
Soon, as years went by, and normal humans grew older, both of my parents died of different reasons. My mother, my innocent beautiful mother, died because of a heart attack while driving.
I don't want to say how my father died, for then I'd be admitting that he was the first human I killed, since my hatred took over me. I always hated my father.
When my parents died, someone else took the house. [Charlotte's parents.] A couple, with a baby on the way [ Charlotte], I presumed by the way the wife's stomache stuck out.
Ever since then, I've watched them. Envied their human lives. But, I never planned to kill them.
Once or twice, I was almost caught watching as they slept. As they ate. As they lived. First by the father while working, then by the mother, through the window.
And now, as the little girl I've watched ever since she was a baby, came into the barn, I was once again, almost caught watching. I followed her to the barn slowly, pushing away my empathy of wondering if she was cold - if she was alright.
I meant to be quiet, to watch and see what was wrong, but of course, as my feet hit the barns roof, I knew it was too loud.
She heard...
I thought to myself, irritated, as I jumped off the roof and landed in the grass. Keeping myself hidden high in a tree close by the barn. I doubted she could see me from here, with the branches shadows and only the moon as a source of light out here.

{ I think I'm in love with him. D: -drools- }

Charlotte's heart began to race again, and as she slid from her perch on the gate, only one thought crossed her mind.

I'm going to die.

But she was more curious than afraid, and clutching the flashlight like it was the only thing keeping her alive, she moved steadily towards the source of the noise. "Who's out there?" she called, hands shaking as much as her voice did. Willa, her small silver tabby, appeared at her heels as she usually did. Apparently she'd been hiding out in the barn.

This is just like a horror movie.

Charlotte, finally exiting the barn, exhaled slowly and leaned against the barn wall. Willa reached up, paws on her legs, meowing feverishly. As she leaned down to pet her, Willa bolted towards the tree near the barn, and Charlotte raised the flashlight to look for her. 

She couldn't see her on the ground anywhere, so her only guess was that she'd climbed the tree to look for birds to eat. Or maybe even a place to sleep. Unwilling to leave her cat outside during the night with a possible serial killer about, Charlotte continued to look. 

She's probably in the tree somewhere. She loves sitting at the top...

Moving the light slowly up the tree, she didn't see her small silver cat anywhere. But near the top... she did see something. Something pale. It took her a moment to realize what it was. It was a human face.

I'm going to die.

Her flashlight fell to the ground with a clatter as she screamed.