Autumn Rain (Darien Lowell/Open)

[Sariel Hunter]

Within the presitgious Stonewood Academy, a private school known for its high academic levels but also for how expensive the cost was to achieve those levels of education, a small group of students existed.
They all differed in age, personality and classes but all had one quality that bound them together.
They were special.
Pulled to the side by the school's headmistress, they were invited to join a secretive group known only as "Elite".
To most of the school's population, those of the Elite kept order within the academy's walls, acting almost like a disciplinary group. If any of the academy's population was causing trouble for the town of Stonewood or harrassing a fellow student then the Elite would quickly hear of it and put a stop to such troubles immediately.
They were all beautiful and intelligent in their own rights, and, as such, were idolised to the point of insanity by the rest of the student body. But there was a secret that nobody but the headmistress and each Elite member knew about eachother. That the Elite was not compossed of humans but ... other creatures.
That they all possessed their own ... special abilities.

The season was autumn but no fiery leaves fell from the branches of the numerous trees that existed within the ancient stone walls of the academy. The heavy rain saw to that.
It engulfed the entire procinity of Stonewood, falling in heavy unceasing sheets since early morning, echoing loudly upon the stone castle and releasing a crispy refreshing scent into the air.
Lunch had ended half an hour ago, meaning that classes had resumed but, for some reason, one student had chosen to break the routine of the academy.

Beneath one of the thick pale archways that led to the school's courtyard, nestled beside a realistic statue, was the tall, slender and beautiful high school student, who went by the name of "Sariel Hunter".
She was positioned in a manner that had her back resting against the hard pale legs of the statue, her right leg bent and drawn close to her curvy chest whilst her left leg was allowed to remain stretched out against cold stone ground, her arms folded just beneath her breasts and her face was pointed towards the archway's ceiling.
Her dark sensible uniform was damp, revealing that Sariel had gotten caught beneath the pouring rain, and her long crimson hair, styled in a manner that had some of her hair pulled back into a ponytail whilst the rest was allowed to cascade down her spine, also bore signs of rainwater. Droplets of moisture clung to her pale but heartbreakingly beautiful face which supported a expression of pain, her vivid purple eyes shut tightly whilst her small feminine hands were clenched into tight fists. Her schoolbag, as wet as Sariel was, seemed to have been abandoned by her, being left on the other side of the archway just out of her reach.
The statue that she rested against dipicted the anicent greek goddess, Artimis, with her bow held tightly within her frozen hands, ready to let loose an arrow, and wild-looking dogs seemed to prowl around her ankles, fangs exposed and hackles raised.
For those who knew the true Sariel - and very few actually did - they would have understood the irony in which the statue brought to the situation.

The echo of the rain seemed much louder beneath the pale archway than it did elsewhere within the castle building, torents of it being released down from its ceiling, blocking both of the archway's exits, seeming to imprison the red-head student.
But the sound did not matter to Sariel. It would have seemed just as loud to her as it would have should she have been in class.
Splash. Splash. Splash. Splash.
The sound vibrated within Sariel's head, entering via her sensitive ears, sounding like violent waves crashing upon the rolling sea. However, should Sariel concentrate past its sound, as she was currently doing, she would then be able to hear the whispers of students and the booming voice of a teacher whilst he attempted to explain the process of mitosis and miosis to the uninterested class. Every word reached Sariel's ears with crystal clearness, though the scent of the rain saught to distract her, burning her sensitive nostrils with its sharp crispness.

At least I know what biology homework that I have tonight.[/i]

Sariel wasn't entirely happy with the fact that she was playing truant, it really wouldn't have bothered her to be in class at that moment whilst listening to her science teacher drone on and on about the human cellular structure, in fact she would have much preferred to be there than where she was at that moment. Much preferred to be far away from the pouring rain.
But her skin still stung from where the rainwater clung to her, just a tad bit too strong to be brushed off as an irritation, and she knew that if she entered class people would notice her pained expression. Made all the worse than it was now as she would have to run through the rain to reach her classroom.
A very bad idea for the vampire to do.

It was a myth that stated that vampires could not stand running water, unable to cross or touch its liquidy surface. But in Sariel's case it was more than just a myth.
Sources of fresh water hurt her. Particularly rain water.
It had to do with the ancient magic that had been forced upon her centuries ago, which had caused her to betray her maker and become cursed. Which bound her to the Hunter's Association. That Sariel was certain of.
It caused her a great deal of anger and annoyance.
Ruining her mood.

Doing her best to wait for her body to slowly dry, Sariel suddenly stiffened and her purple hues fluttered open.
The sudden sound of a heartbeat had connected with her senstive hearing but it wasn't a human's heartbeat that she had heard.
It was far too slow, near unexisting.
Just like her own.

[Darien Lowell]

The rain was pouring down hard and the sky was gloomy with the deep grey storm clouds blocking out the sunlight. Students were already rushing into class, even those who happened to be late for class often wanted to rush to get out of the pouring rain that erupted the skies out of no where. Darien on the other hand saw no rush; in fact he took his time ever so lightly to rushing from lunch to class. He loved the stormy weather; it was something he lived for seeing. It was like the rain cleansed his broken soul and his time spent in solitude in the rain was like heaven on earth. He never felt that way during any other time of the year, except for a nice feeling during when it snowed, but mainly nothing like he felt with the power from purity of rain drops falling to make his time on earth so heavenly at peace.

Darien was a tall dark haired boy. He was dressed in his dark brown uniform that he had unbuttoned and his tie was no where to be found, but since he was partially wearing the uniform correctly he couldn’t really be given any detention for it. He had grown accustomed to this lifestyle after briefly turning down his choice of being royalty he decided against it. Even if the blood inside him gave him power because he was indeed a vampire and the blood that rushed through him was his father’s royal blood and his mother’s pure blood. His father was the son of an emperor but banished by his own father from the family’s dynast, they had accepted Darien into the family as their heir but Darien refused to be recognized as a prince.

The rain was fitting to his taste of weather so he didn’t really mind getting soaked under it. He had thrown his shoulder book bag somewhere in his classroom before heading back outdoors again before the teacher noticed him leaving and before the last bell had rung to indicate class was to begin. He didn’t see any purpose in attending his AP Calc since he was already ahead three days of homework than the other students. He wouldn’t miss anything being gone for a today. He walked along the paths in silence while soaking it all in. He could hear the splashes of water has it hit the pavement, he made his own splash as he walked through the many puddles that had formed around him. His hair was no longer in its usually awkward spiked style instead it was drenched and matted against his face and neck. He found his way over towards the arched ways that led from the entrance of the courtyard. He had sensed her presence somewhere along ahead, but now that his eyes could see her with his own eyes he saw whom it was.

He slowly made his way under the archway so he could get out of the rain, he might have loved the rain but after a while being soaked made his clothes rub him in the wrong way. He looked to the girl with the deep crimson colored hair; she looked to have been caught in the rain just as he was soaked. “May I join you Madame?” asked Darien his voice was silky smooth like a nice warm velvety blanket.

[Sariel Hunter]

Vivid purples hues gazed up at Darien with the sort of expression that a wolf might wear upon seeing an intruder step foot upon its territory, unwelcoming and weary but not yet hostile. Her slender jaw tightened and her dark bottom lip quivered.
She needed only to sniff the air to know that the student who stood before her was definetly a vampire, his blood gave him away instantly to Sariel's sensitive sense of smell, but, futher more, she could also tell that he wasn't just any ordinary vampire either. Unlike her, he had been born a monster and had never experienced fragile mortality, a pureblood. Sariel could not smell the faintest trace of humanity upon him.

He was garbed in the compulsory uniform that the male students of the academy had to wear, soaked through from being beneath the pouring rain, his pale flesh also damp and his long dark hair seemed to cling to his damp flesh.
Sariel could feel his gaze upon her, but no hostility radiated from his form.
Yet.

Hearing the male stranger's pleasent alluring voice, the question that he addressed towards her, Sariel only stiffened, not because she found his words or voice disagreeable but because of the instant contempt it caused to burn within her.
After decades of hunting down her own kind, Sariel's mind could only think about killing them when in their company, of absorbing their life into herself and lessening the curse placed upon her.
However, she also knew that she couldn't just go around destroying random vampires. It was only those who threatened humanity that Sariel was permitted to destroy.

"That depends," came the red-head vampire's cold reply, her own voice was highly feminine and soft and bore a musical quality to it, like the gentle ringing of a bell. "What exactly do you want ... Pureblood."

[Darien Lowell]

Darien had been waiting on the girl’s response, staring down at her into her purple orbs. They reminded him much of a lavender plant, perhaps just as lovely and innocent as them as well. But her eyes carried its own story, something that Darien couldn’t just decipher by staring at her but he knew she had one. Everyone carried their own load, some more than others, but all carried one. Darien gave a softened smile after hearing her voice and hearing her address him as a pureblood. Well she knew what he was; her senses gave her that benefit as being a vampire and a hunter. He had senses of his own, he could pick up things from miles away if he concentrated hard enough and knew what exactly it was he was looking for. Especially one he has come in contact with before, it’s much easier to trace their scent from not too far away; thanks to having parallel senses it gave him that ability. He used his tracker sense much in being a hunter they came useful for him. But of course Darien didn’t hunt his own kind, not unless if given specific orders to do so for some valid reason, otherwise he hunted the “wanted criminals” and such and tried to avoid hunting his own kind.

“I guess you have your reasons to be cautious of me…, but I just wanted to get out of the rain and perhaps provide you some company if you so wish to have some? If not I won’t be a bother…” Darien couldn’t help but give another small charming smile showing the whites of his teeth and a small glimpse of his fangs. He had such beautiful teeth and his fangs seemed to only bring out that even more, his teeth was possibly whiter than snow itself. His teeth seemed to even sparkle. There was suddenly a loud spark of thunder and Darien titled his head where he could look out of the protection of the archway and up to the skies, he closed his eyes for a bit taking in the soothing atmosphere. “Don’t you just love this weather?”