She's habitually paradoxical, a parallel perpendicular;
Iliana was entirely unaware of the state of chaos that cloaked the very world in a plague of disease sent to put out the entire city out of commission, but she was bound to but not tonight. The woman was nothing short of oblivious to the news, the warnings or the doomsday speakers that were starting to bubble up on internet forums or newspapers. Or even the homeless man she had passed a million times before with his end of days sign sprawled out on soggy cardboard. Iliana was far more focused on her rather simple existence that was in fact very complicated if you asked her. Trying to balance Mr.Crow's jealousy versus all the creatures she wanted to help, those gemstones she had.... Coveted with wide-eyed amazement. Her view upon the world was entirely different from most people in society and how unaware of it she was, the woman was quite content with the way her little world was.
Now.. Iliana was never one to ever look over her shoulder and be wary of those darkened souls in the world, but reality had abruptly changed. The silvery eyed fairy seemed far more aware of her surroundings than her once serene contented obliviousness. Which was why she noticed the vampire with ill intentions stalking her throughout the city. Noooo, not another one. Maybe this one was nicer?
Apparently not. Which eventually brought her to that rather nice appearing bar, a place she had never been before. But oh how it mesmerized her all the same. Even then she could not lie, that the beat of the spell-binding music and the utter bliss of its patrons was infectious and delighted her. It was a shame her safety depended upon it. Well, of course... safety if you mean, hidden behind a flimsy barricade and an aloof very large bouncer with a case of angry eyes. That booth she had snuck into was the perfect hiding spot....
Iliana was quite content to believe if they could not see her little fanged fan then she was perfectly concealed! How she almost wished for the the company of Mr. Crow.. of a mouse... of anything for that matter.... If not for support.. But because she was.... Impossibly bored with nothing to do, trapped within this covert booth, tucked away and shielded her.. Even though the drapery looked rather expensive, it did little to dampen the commanding sound of that music that continued in the background.
But it was the lingering patron next to her that eventually ensnared her attention. She had sneakily stolen glances of him, while he appeared blissfully unaware of her fully engrossed with the contents of his phone. Just how many time she had disturbed those drapes or peered to look around and wonder perhaps what he was doing there in the first place? Where were his friends? Surely important people had them. It was almost intentional the way she drew his attention to the curious silver eyed fae. Perhaps he could help her.. Or at the very least make sure the other vampire had at least given up. Yes, this was a wonderful idea. She curled her fingers again over top the seat, peeking out from behind the concealed cloak with only half her face visible. Her pale hair start against the dark drapes.
She was relieved to find the man beside her, friendly. She was certain that he could be trusted if his smile indicated anything at all. He looked really serious, like a policeman, maybe a little in need of some sun. Contently, Iliana questioned if that coast for her was clear. She fought the urge to crawl over the partition and look out with him, she could hardly help the anticipatory movement as if she could not sit still. He allowed the curtain to fall back into place, his dark blue eyes soon finding her own. She was eager to know what he had seen! Iliana could hardly help but peek out just a little further to rest her chin upon that seat.
He had a pretty voice, his words accented but the news he brought her, unfortunately, drew a rare frown to her features that seemed to have crossed her features far more frequently than ever before. "Oh... shoot. At least I am well hidden. Right?" That frown soon diminished as though she were truly naive enough to believe the vampire couldn't smell her sweet fae blood out from behind the veil of curtains.
How oblivious she was to the slight shift in the air around her, in the wonderous hum of energy that each being possessed. She possessed her own and so did the strange man within the booth next to her. She already found him quite friendly... but the more she lingered over that partition... the more comfortable those web of nerves seem to slacken. His voice smooth like the morning lake without wind, a pool of glass that seemed inviting with the press of warmth of a new day. She was already leaning so far over the high booth that acted like a partition that she almost toppled into his own as he offered her a spot with him! How could she say no to company.. Or safety for that matter. Surely that vampire would not mess with her with this gentleman around. "OH! Yes please.. Thank you.." She shifted, dipping down only to mutter. "One second.. Let me just..." She wrinkled her nose, turning her head to the left toward the closed drapes, appearing almost like a vigilant gazelle that suspected a lion in the veil of grass. She needed to summon a quickness in order to cross the threshold of the perceived safety of the guarded booth beside her. One hasty glance toward her newfound companion and then she sprung into action.
She hardly wished to leave the safety of the curtains, but she could hardly help stealing a simple glimpse of the vampire with the rich red hair that reminded her of autumn maple leaves. Her eyes widen as he spotted her that clear look of ominous hunger within his darkened eyes. Fortunately, it did not take long at all to slide into the safety of that booth.
"Oh, hi! I am Iliana.... Or Illy.." She brightly peered at him with metallic silver eyes, hardly concerned that she shared the back of the booth with him. "Should I hide? Under there?" She looked at him and then pointed underneath the table, a pensive glimpse within her eyes. As if the vampire on the other side of that barricade of the entrance of that VIP section could not find her. Hmm.. Maybe not now. She observed her newfound companion then as she slid into the booth.
He seemed like he had one of those faces.. She could trust.... And yet how awful the fae was at determining good from bad.. But surely she was not wrong about this one. His powers gently work, giving him a warm aura of comfort. The closer she seemed to get, the more trusting she seemed of this mysterious stranger. She shuffled upon her bottom to wiggle in closer, her silver gaze fell upon him. "Did anyone ever tell you that you have... kind eyes?" She admitted, with a firm nod of her dainty head. The soothing brush of his power the young woman was nothing short of oblivious to and yet it was... entirely potent to the too-trusting fae who awarded him with a wide smile.
She exhaled a sigh several moments later...
"I think I am a little afraid of him... because I once... ran into a vampire in the forest. He had red eyes and he said some really mean things to me, but I didn't let it get me down. I think he was just really sad... like maybe.. He needed a hug or something.. He grabbed me so tight he made these pretty purple colours on my arms, they hurt... but anyways. He kissed me. He kissed me... and then he said he hated me. Are people supposed to kiss people they hate?" A curious look bloomed upon her face as she tilted her head just slight. Perhaps... his slight alterations with those pheromones.. Worked a little too well.
barefoot in nightgowns, that's how she dances in the rain;