Fallen Leaves (Open)

[sythe]

The crisp air of autumn filled the air; the smell of fallen leaves, and the air was cold, but not cold enough for some one to have to wear a big winter coat. Different colors blended together, reds overlapping yellows, orange fading to brown.The air had the scent as if each day would be a new slate. She walked into the town, staring at the sign.

”Welcome To Forks.” she read, her voice thick in an accent most couldn’t pin point. She paused, and could see fallen leaves on the ground, they had been wet, and in fact it seemed from the scent in the air, that it would rain often in this area. Gray eyes scanned up and down the town, and she could see houses looming over the streets; she must have been in the suburban area of this place. She stopped, and a passer byers would question why this girl wasn’t cold.

She had been wearing a blue and black plaid dress, with a belt wrapped around her waiste, with trinkets the clinked together as she walked against the cold wind that would blow. She glanced up to the sky, it had been severely cloudy. She closed her eyes, as she walked relying on her sense of hearing to guide her through this city. The sound of cars could be heard, and she paid no mind to it. She paused and stopped, as another cold wind blew, looking up she saw an orange leaf falling from the sky.

She smiled softly, and if some one had been behind her, they would have seen strange scars that danced around the womans back. Her hand clenched the leaf softly, it had a moist feeling to it, more then likely because of the rain. She didn’t know why, and nor would she question it, but a feeling deep in her stomach told her to stay in this town. As if her feet had rooted her body right there, and deep in her heart it tugged as if some master puppeteer had a plan for the woman.

Stay in Forks

[grace]

Grace was lonely at her house...Her mom had went somewhere to do work business so she was left with the servants as her babysitters. They always had done a terrible job with keeping track of her and the fact she's slowly learning she can tell people what to do and they listen is making it even harder for them. Little did she know, she has the power of control by using her voice and saying commands.

The hybrid had escaped her house to go on an adventure. She may be four but the girl was smart enough to find her way back home, even if she traveled a hundred miles. Once, she was missing her mom and found her simply by following her scent....Olivia had been hundred miles away. Smiling, she ran through Port Angles frost heading straight for her favorite place, the park. When she was homeless Grace had lived in parks all across France and America. She found Olivia at one who loving adopted her and now she can't seem to stay away from them. They were her haven, a safe place to be.

She had played with some of the kids for a hour or two until their parents took them home, she became bored again. It wasn't to late in the day so she didn't go back home just yet, she wanted to find something fun to do! She skipped around until she spotted a bunny rabbit hopping about on the far in of the park. "Pretty!" She awed at the bunny before running over to it...It ran from her. Gracie frowned at the fleeing bunny and then chased it. If she were going to chase it she might as well have a snack! And she did just that. Grace pounced it when she had him trapped, sinking her teeth into it warm flesh. The blood slowly drained from it. "Not pretty anymore.." She muttered tossing the lifeless bunny aside.

Finally, she left the park and onto something new...Forks. She had been here quiet a few times and really liked the quiet...However, she didn't like that there wasn't much to do.

Sighing, she saw someone not far from her....this women had a strange smell making Grace curious...She walked up behind her with her head up. "Bonjour!" She said happily in her native tongue. "I'm Grace! You smell weird."

[sythe]

She had stopped, and her eyes had been shut, although her head had been tilted back, and her nose had been twitching, it was as if everything had been a new to her the air, if she could taste it it would taste like the mountain water at home, she bet. Her nose twitched as the wind blew again, this time coming from behind her, causing her black hair to fly forward. She paused, as the smell of something odd hit her nose, tainting the fresh air with death. She turned quickly, and paused.

A small girl stood there; in front of her. hybride de vampire the thought echoed through her mind. She could smell the death of the vampire; but something else. She was sure of it. The girl greated her, in her own language!

Her fathers words echoed through her mind. She paused, and it was as if every muscle had frozen up within the icy wind finally, she felt the instinct burning inside her. The hunger inside... she felt the wolf claw at her stomach begging to get out, begging for blood. give it to me she heard it say to her, repeating.

She blinked her eyes, and standing before her was not a blonde angelic child, no it was her sister. Who held a smile, she blinked again and it was gone. She smiled, ”bonjour, mon nom est Sythe, vous devriez retourner à votre maison, votre mère doit être inquiétée.(translation Hello, my name is sythe, you should go home, your mother is probably worried)

She paused, maybe she shouldn’t speak in french anymore, she didn’t need any attention to be brought upon her. She cleared her throat, and crouched so she was with the same height as the girl. ”Forgive me, my name is Sythe.” she repeated, the girl was clearly not homeless, so well dressed she was. She tilted her head to the girl, and her smile had been so beautiful. Sythe knew she couldn’t be able to kill this child and she also knew that it could be her down fall.

[grace]

Grace noticed she didn't say anything at first, but was happy the woman acknowledged her. She seemed as if she was uncomfortabe... ”bonjour, mon nom est Sythe, vous devriez retourner à votre maison, votre mère doit être inquiétée" The girl beamed when she spoke in French! But was slightly sad that she told her to go home. Would she? No, Grace didn't listen to many people unless it was her mother and even then she had a hard time doing so. Like sneaking out when told so many times before to not to.

”Forgive me, my name is Sythe.” Smiling, she answered. "I dun have to go 'ome yet! You French? Me too!...." She didn't speak in French because Sythe had switched her last sentence to English, and besides, she was becoming adapt to not speaking in her native tongue. Unless she was talking to herself then she rambles on and on. The smell from the women made her nose tickle and scrunch up... Sythe didn't exactly smell terrible, however, smelt like dog. She also smelt like a human which confused her...

"Uhm, why you smell weird? You dun smell like a human." Grace leaned her head forward and took a sniff. "Nope, you don't." The tickling was back in her nose making her sneeze twice into her hands. She also knew she didn't smell like a human, infact, many have told her she smells sweeter than humans. Some vampires have said sickly sweet but nonetheless...sweet.

[sythe]

She paused to the girl, as her smile faltered. Had the girl not known there had been many dangers around here. She heard that werewolves and vampires normally didn’t get along, and the girl would have been considered either very weak or very strong considering she was a hybrid, atleast.. thats what Sythe thought she was. She paused as the little girl spoke, she spoke as if little girls should; not very proper. She frowned and her eyes closed as the child identified Sythe as french. I was...a long time ago she thought to herself, even though it had been three years since the incident happened, it was if it had only been yesterday.

When she opened her eyes, the girl had been leaning forward.. sniffing Sythe. She blinked, before chuckling softly, and moving her hand out to ruffle the hybrids hair. Sythe had been a combination of many scents; dog, roses, the dew of a summers morning, and the first frost on the ground. But to Sythe, all her scent was, dry blood. Blood that she could never wash off of her hands.

”I guess I could be considered like you, but not. After all, I am only human sometimes.” she spoke, before standing straight. She looked down to the girl, before sighing softly. ”loup-garou” she spoke in their native tongue. werewolf She looked to the child, searching for any change in reaction, but quickly she spoke. ”I won’t hurt you though” and her gray eyes showed the truth, Sythe had not been lying, the most she would do is run if that child attacked her.

peut-être ... votre père juste...

She wanted to laugh at the thought, but didn’t. She only smiled softly to the child, her head tilting, as her hand went to her back, her fingers running over the bumps in her back... the scars.

[grace]

She giggled when Sythe ruffled her hair. ”I guess I could be considered like you, but not. After all, I am only human sometimes.” She tilted her head. Only human sometimes? If Grace wasn't mistaken she knew she couldn't be full human or full vampire, otherwise she'd be a vampire everyday of her life! She enjoyed seeing vampires all sparkly....so this confused her. ”loup-garou” Her eyes widened, but not with fear...with curiosity and excitement. She, of course, has never met a werewolf before so this was completely new to her.

”I won’t hurt you though” Grace giggled at that. Without warning, she walked close to her then climbed swiftly to the ladys waist so she could be held. She was ten times stronger than a human just not as strong as a vampire, so it wasn't hard for her to just climb. Her mommy rarely ever picked her up because she knew Grace didn't need picked up...she climbed, which gave her the nickname Spider Monkey by a vampire friend of hers.

"You won't hurt me and I won't eat you. We even." She smiled widely at Sythe then bit her lip...Her tummy was grumbling. She had just snacked on a bunny but that was only blood...she needed human food to and she forgot her money in Port Angeles. "I'm hungry...Can you take me to McDonalds? I want nuggets." Her voice was sweet and soft as she spoke. It was an odd thing to ask people to get them something when they harder knew one another but Grace was so used to getting anything she wanted she tends to forget its not very polite. "Or I can go find a bunny. Do you hunt? We can play ninja hunting!" Smiling, she waited on an answer. Her small hand was placed on Sythes back and she began tracing the scars. She wasn't meaning to though.

[sythe]

She smiled as the child giggled. She hadn’t heard that in a while, really since her younger sister. She frowned at the thought, before averting her eyes from the child, looking at the leaves, orange over brown, brown over green, yellow over orange, red over yellow, the colors had been beautiful. She paused, and the girls giggle was heard again, she snapped her head to the child, and suddenly the tight grasp of the childs arms and legs where on her. She paused, and smiled,
her hands moving to suppose the child, even though she had a feeling that the girl could hold on her own, it had just been a forced habit.

She blinked, as her acute hearing heard her stomach growl. Sythe sighed softly and smiled. ”I have money, McDonalds is fine.” she spoke softly, as she grabbed her belt and on the inside lay a credit card, firmly against her stomach. She sighed and gripped the child tighter so not to fall.Really, she had a feeling where McDonalds had been, she would just have to find the place that smelled the most fattening. She paused then felt the girls fingers over her back, she cringed.. no it didn’t hurt at least physically. She almost stopped, before her glancing to the child.

Her fingers would run along markings, that looked like they wanted to be letters, but at the same time they didn’t look like letters, maybe if hieroglyphics and the alphabet, she went to stop the child, but stopped herself. She continued to walk. ”So how long have you been in America....?” She questioned, as she walked another wind blew, and she quickly pulled her hair up, so it would be out of the young girls face for if the wind would blow again.