An Introduction (Ana)

[Gypsy Winters]

The vampyre watched the city from atop the crypt. She had her Ipod playing, from the speaker attachment, so the music bounced around the graveyard, and she danced to the music while she watched the flurry of activity in the city. She smiled. She liked people. People were interesting. Not just as a food source, but the way they thought. The human mind fascinated Gypsy, and she often stole books on that very subject.

Gypsy wore black leather pants, a blood red T, and her black and green sweater. She didn't actually need the sweater, but it came with built in headphones. (I have one, they do exist). Her hair hung to her waist, and today, it was blond, green, black, and blue. Even thought it was a rainbow, it was still all natural, very clean. Gypsy hated when her hair was dirty, which was the only thing she hated about a fight. Gypsy hated to have her hair up in a ponytail or a bun, unless she was either reading, or bathing.

She was singing along to "Karma" by Alicia Keys. It was a song she listened to often, in memory of the hunter who betrayed her, and almost got her killed. She thought she loved that hunter. That hunter almost got her. She led her around, then slapped her down. Gypsy's heart burned with rage, and when she looked up her eyes, usually a beautiful bluish green, were almost black, something that only happened when she was majorly pissed.

Her eyes went back to normal when she heard a snap. She spun around, and walked to the edge of crypt to see what was up. It was very obvious that Gypsy was there, which was the point, though she could be sneaky when she wanted to. Her body moved when the next song came on, a dancey song, but her attention never left what was around her.

[Anastasia Romanov]

She walked down the street, the thin fabric of the black silk dress Hung off her body as she walked. Music filled her ears as she passed one head stone at a time. Well she had heard of a vampire here, she just didn't think they would be that obvious. She brushed a loose strand of her long brown hair behind her ear, diamond stud earrings in her ears. Her heels didn't catch in the ground, and she seemed to be gliding across the earth, her pale skin seeming to glow in the moonlight. She paused, watching the woman dancing, her blue eyes watching with intense curiosity. She was definitely a vampyre. Why she was rocking out in the graveyard, was beyond her. She paused leaning against a stone, her arms crossing over her chest. It wasnt easy for Anastasia to blend in. Not in the very least. But she needed to try to do it. And that was what the vampyre before her was to do. Help her blend in with today's society. Anastasia's streak of evil didn't help her much either. She loved to torture, but that wasn't excepted into todays society. So she had to be discreet about it. This woman would help her with that too.

[Gypsy Winters]

Gypsy was a pretty old vampire, but she wasn't like other vampires. For one thing, she was warmer then most. She loved people, she loved to dance. Gypsy died when she was young, and she hadn't ever really grown up. However, Gypsy was a very smart vampyre. She knew what it took to survive. She just was a little more relaxed then the rest of them.

She pumped the stereo when she realized the presence was another vampyre. She kept her eyes on the spot where the vamprye was standing. If he or she didn't wanna be seen, that was fine with her. Gypsy spun on the spot, grabbed her Ipod then did a cool back flip off the crypt. She landed perfectly on the ground, and smiled at herself. She flipped her hair out of the way, and looked around, thinking of places to go. She wanted to fight. A bar, maybe? She loved fighting human men. It just proves her theory that all men are beasts. If you let them, they would either try to sleep with you, or fight you. Sometimes, she did it for the sex and kill. Sometimes she did it for the fight, and kill. Tonight, she was in the mood for a fight.

But that vamprye was still watching her. That irked her. She hated being watched. She turned on the spot, and looked back at her. Raising her eyebrow, she tilted her colourful head. She could see her. Gypsy had wonderful night vision. It was obvious the vampyre didn't know how to blend in. She couldn't even blend in with the graveyard. Gypsy looked at her for a moment, then walked over to her.

"Is there a reason you keep staring at me? Because I have to tell you, I really hate when people do that. "

Gypsy may be cute and small, but really, she was a bitch. She could pull of cute, innocent, helpless very well, but inside, she was a vicious creature hellbent on destruction of every hunter on the planet. Her pretty blue eyes scanned the vamprye up and down for a few moments, her brain filing her appearance and actions away in neat little folders to be examined later. She was pretty, very pretty actually, but the hair was wrong, the lips. The clothes were another one. She could be super sexy, if she was to approach it right. Gypsy smirked a little, and looked back into her eyes.

"Got a name?"