Gathering of the Figments

OK, so some of you may have read the thing that I posted in Plot Help under "Do you believe in Vampires?"

http://www.figmentgathering.org/do-you- ... -t263.html

Anyways, this is to help me flesh Hannah's world out a little more, to get to know her, and to possibly find some additional events for the novel.

I will be using Hannah for now, and may bring in the twins later... Hannah was born in the 1800's. She has been ten years old for about 80 years. It is late 1930's, when everything in "normal," just before the war. It is in Eastern Europe somewhere, no specific location, as your characters can be from wherever... And it is about vampires.

Named Night Time Babies because my characters so far are all youngins who were turned. So your characters can be older, or younger if you wish, but I think a part of it might centre around the fact that there is a collection of children vampires loose in the city... They start out on their own, and may form groups, or the like, but that is up to your characters...

Street urchins, but vampires...

So, have fun! I will post Hannah's entry when I get back from my break at work. (In like... half an hour.)

Hannah

Age: 10 years old in physical appearance. Has been 10 for over 80 years.
Species: Vampire
Appearance: Dirty Blonde curls, green eyes, short for her age, pale skinned.
Talents:She can hear thoughts, when she is close enough to someone to bite them, to hear their hearts pumping, and see their veins pulsing.


~Hannah~

She watched them from the darkened window, the people walking past in the street, on their way to something exciting. She could see all their splendour from where she sat, the suits with tails, the top hats, the pretty dresses of blue and green, If she blurred her eyes, it looked almost like a ocean, overcrowded with black and white whales.
They were on their way to a play, or something just as fascinating; she never grew tired of performances. She was constantly performing, and sometimes it made her feel secure to think that there were other people who put on another face under the spotlight.
She thought about it, contemplated going down there to find some parents, and go to a play with them.
But she always found it harder to kill them when she knew them, and when they had bought her things.
So she made an effort to turn her eyes from those who would treat her well, those whose blood would be sweeter.
She slid down from the window ledge and slipped into the crowd, grabbing the hand of one not much more than twice her age.
"Please, I've lost my Mummy, and I can't find where my house is." She looked up at him, well rehearsed fake tears in her eyes.
He scanned the crowd for a moment, looked up, and then down the walk at all the people on their way to the extravagant night he hed been going to. He had thought about leaving her to the mercy of the crowd, surely someone would help her. But then she began to wail loudly.
"Ok, it's alright, hush!" he whispered harshly, while pulling her into a side alley, away from the crowd.
"What's your street called?"
"Wh-whinchester Avenue" she sobbed, perhaps a little too loudy. She knew it was over the other side of town, and that it would try his patience. She muttered something softly, so that he couldn't hear, and when he leaned closer she could smell it. She could hear the pulsing of his heart beat; beating faster in anger and impatience, nothing to do with the fact that his throat was barely an inch from a vampire's fangs.
She heard a whisper of his thoughts as he leant down.
Come on, brat, I don't have the time for this! I should have just left you...
He had been racing to meet his friends, and the woman he was courting, and now he wasn't going to arrive at all. She turned her face into his neck and buried her fangs in the flesh. For someone so callous, and ready to leave a little girl to the fate of the snow, his blood didn't taste half bad.

Alfred A. Ashcombe

Age: 18 (but born in 1899)
Species: Vampire
Appearance: Tall and thin with pale white skin and pallid blonde hair. Usually wears a lemon-coloured waistcoat, black suit and tails, tophat and carries a silver-tipped cane. Though not know for certain, his apparel was probably stolen from some victim or another.
Brief History: Was a soldier in the Great War. Officially listed as 'Killed In Action', though this is technically not true. He never speaks of his vampiric origins, and no one knows who turned him.
Talents: None to speak of.

***

Alfred half-smiled to himself as he sat atop the Playhouse, twirling his mahogany cane between the fingers of his left hand. He had seen the little vampire child at work, and he admired her efficiency, but he was concerned that she seemed so young. He had thought he was too young to be amongst the Dead, but she seemed half his age, if that.
He wondered how long she had been a vampire. She certainly seemed well used to it, and was able to kill without remorse. That much Alfred could tell.
With a glance at his pocketwatch, Alfred stood up. Even if any of the humans were to look up, Alfred doubted they would see him. The night was dark and starless. With an effortless leap, Alfred jumped down from the Playhouse and silently landed in the alley behind it. He had seen where the girl was, and he was determined to find her. It had been a long time since he had been in the company of another vampire. Not since the... incident he would rather forget.

Lena

Age: 16, pyhsically. She has been 13 for 64 years.

Species: Vampire

Appearance: Jet black hair cut in a bob, hazel eyes, average height, pale skin, and looks a few years older than she is.

Talents: Can see a person’s entire past by touching them.

-|LENA|-

Lena kneeled down by the broken mirror that hadn’t make it into the dumpster in the alleyway. The pieces were strewn left and right across the alley floor, Lena drew the biggest pieces together and looked down into her reflection. Her face was smudged with dirt and there were pieces of debris and lint in her hair from the places she had slept. She rubbed at her face until the smudges were gone then ran her fingers through her hair trying to get every piece of lint and debris out. The circles under her eyes were prominent and her skin burnt from the lack of blood she had taken in.
It was time to feed and she wasn’t going to lure anyone away looking like a street urchin. When she was pleased with her features she looked down at her clothes, they were dusty and ripped but they would have to do. She stood up, dusted her clothes as much as she could then sauntered out of the alleyway and into the street. Usually when she fed she tried to choose someone whose blood she knew she would enjoy but her lust was too strong and anyone would have to do. The streets were more barren due to the lateness of the hour. After looking across the street Lena’s vision landed on a man standing alone. Lena put on the longest face she could manage and walked over to the man.
He looked down at her when she approached and the look on his face was a look of curiosity.
“I’m afraid I’m lost,” Lena said, her lips turned down in a frown.
“Where do you hail from, love?” the man asked, and brushed a strand of hair away from Lena’s face. In that instant his past flashed across her vision. She saw he was exactly what she had been hoping for, a man who wasn’t innocent at all; she found that those men had the sweetest blood.
“Waverly Road,” Lena answered, knowing it could be easily accessible through the alley behind them.
“I know where that is, I’ll take you,” the man said, and took Lena’s hand and led her into the alleyway. She let him lead her and he was the first to stop, it was dark but Lena saw better in the dark. The man pulled her to him and the visions she had had from his past flashed across her vision again. She was close enough now to hear the beating of his heart, it was quickening with each inch he brought her closer. Lena giggled and it echoed across the alley before she quickly leaned down and sunk her teeth into the man’s neck. A gasp escaped his lips and Lena giggled again, not planning to stop until there wasn’t a drop of blood left in him.

Name: Dmitri Jakel
Age: 48
Species: Homo sapiens
Appearance: A dark haired man, usually wears the same clothes for an entire week.
Talents: Can do a pretty nifty coin trick or two. Is also pretty good with knots.

Dmitri stumbled off the ship and into the dark town. The nightlife went on around him. Prostitutes stood on every corner. Hobos begged under the loom of alleyways. Dmitri looked around him with sadness. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a small girl in rich clothing and pulled out his knife. Time to get some money, he thought.

~Hannah~

Hannah moved through the streets now, feeling quite content and full. She had drained him completely, the feeling in her stomach was reminiscent of when she had been a human child, and her mother had cooked her favourite roast.
She heard the whisper of a thought following her, and resisted the urge to look around. Perhaps someone had seen her, perhaps someone was trying to catch her, to destroy her... Or even, she had to stiffle a giggle, to save her from this cold night.
She almost groaned in a typical ten-year-old way; she was full, and didn't like senseless killing. Why waste livestock now, that could be feasted upon later?
She continued on, pretending she didn't know they were there. Then the night caught her attention. The air was electric, and something was set to happen. She ducked to the side at the end of the alley, as if she was in a hurry, and running off to be somewhere. Then she perched in an arched doorway. Waiting to see who it was that followed her, to see what they wanted.
She found it odd that she couldn't smell his blood, but that made him all the more intriguing to her. Maybe she could keep him as a pet, until she was ready to feast on his blood...

(Hannah has never been in close proximity to another Vamp before)

Alfred

The city was full of screams. Murder was commonplace at night here, or so it would seem. Alfred knew that some of those screams would be of the horror of facing a vampire, but not all. Even the humans killed each other here, just like in The War. True peace was something Alfred would no longer know, but he had learnt to accept that. He did not understand why humans, who still had their peace, chose to forsake it.
Alfred sighed and turned his attention back to the girl, who had just darted down a side alley. He smiled to himself. Standing where he knew he would be out of range of her attacking leap, he stood still, framed in the alley by the moonlight. A dark silhouette.
"That won't work you know," he said in a honeyed tone.