Fiddler on the Roof [Open]

[Ophelia Van Koehn]

It wasn't as late as Ophelia thought when she reached her home. The porch light had come on hours ago when it got dark and cast a shadow down the small dirt path from the main road and driveway. She went digging through her pockets as she strode up the steps to the front door and pulled out a little silver key. The door unlocked with a loud thud and Ophelia stepped in from the cold night air.

Her cat, Bianca was spraled out on the arm chair in the corner and greeted her with a soft meow. Ophelia smiled, she hated to see the poor cat trapped in the house like this, but she knew she wouldn't be safe with all the creatures in the woods surrounding the house. Ophelia stretched on the spot and slipped off her trench coat, hanging it on the rack close to the door. This was the most exciting night she had in a while. First a run-in with a werewolf that liked her music, then a hunter who was pretty taken-a-back and doesn't want to hunt her. Well, this town has more action in it than I thought it would, she thought to herself.

She glanced down at the floor to her violin case and knew she still wanted to play. When she was in New York, she would go up on the roof and play quite a bit. It was very calming, and no one ever bothered her. She liked to think she was soothing people to sleep. The thought made her smile and she decided to see if this roof would work just as well. She slipped on a lighter jacked, and with case in hand, went back outside. In all honesty, Ophelia hadn't use an ounce of vampire powers in at least a year. The roof was about ten feet taller than she was, she shruged, I'm pretty sure I can jump that. She sprang from the ground with as much power as she could muster and over shot it a little bit but managed to stick her landing. Then she realized there was a window right below the bridge of the roof. Oh...that was smart, at least I got exercise, she thought to herself, removing the violin from the case. She set herself in place again, like in the park, and started to play "Field of Stars" again.

[Ricky Andolf Absinthe]

Ricky was sitting at home, minding his own business, when he heard a strange muscial tone. He excepted it as nothing too loud or abnoxious, so he tried to ignore it. He lay down on his bed and put the fluffy pillow down on his head. He'd only lived here for a week and now everyone from the freak society, he joked, was coming. Earlier he had noticed a man with staright black hair running like a maniac down a street to the nearest hotel, and now this music. He wasn't good at acting, he failed his drama class last year, but he knew how to lie. He screamed into his pillow, as if to calm himself down, and set the pillow down next to him. He was worried about Rori, she was out late...again. It was the third time this week. This conundrum kept taunting him and spinning in his head, repeating it self: Rori is killing men, she's out doing bad things with weird men, you need to save her so she doesn't become like you, Ricky. He screamed again, only this time not into the pillow. He was afraid someone might have woken up, but then he realized that no one would hear his screams over the violin in the distance.

He then realized he hadn't fed in awhile. It had been since Rori and him had moved here to Dawson. He didn't want to make people run away in fear quite yet. But now he had no choice, he was thirsty as ever tonight and feeding always got his mind off of things. He decided to go hunt for food, an animal of some sort, instead of a Human. Yes, Humans are delectible, he thought, but I need to make at least one friend here besides Rori.

Ricky stood and walked to the shallow-henged door. He grabbed the doorknob and pulled on his slightly, to only open it a crack. He took a deep breath of fresh, cold air as he walked into the cold night air. Right then was where he began his hunt. He could smell a variety of possible victims. A rabbit, too small. A moose, too large. A deer, perfect. He trailed the scent and followed it into the woods that surrounded his cabin. He started to chase it, it began to run, jumping and leaping from side to side. Ricky quickened his pace and saw a light spot in the distance. The deer was headed straight for the luminous hole in the dark patch of green. Maybe, Ricky thought, I could catch it before either of us are seen. He readied himself to pounce when the deer leaped into a patch of green grass that looked like a lawn. Ricky pounced onto the deer, not caring if someone saw him. He had completed the challenge and he wanted his prize. Dinner. He slurped the blood from its neck where he had bitten and the flowing blood rippled down his chin as he drank.

Once he finished, the deer seemed dry to the bone, he sighed and tilted his head back. He felt stronger, less vulnerable. He felt as if he could fight a pack of Werewolves by himself. He set his head back on his shoulders instead of letting it hang, and cracked his neck from right to left. He also cracked his knuckles. He looked forward when he was done and now noticed that the music was louder. He looked up to the moon and saw a dark woman playing the violin on the roof.

[Ophelia Van Koehn]

Ophelia could feel the presents of the young man. It hadn't phased her one bit. In fact, she was playing louder and louder. Faster and faster. The metalic sound of the strings sounding very etherial everytime her bow slid across them. After the deer had past on due to his hand, she let go of this world and entered her world of sweet music. Nothing could harm her or hear her in this world. She didn't cared who heared. This was her world.

The wind picked up and blew her long, blonde hair about; She started to improvise. Dissonent chords sprang forth sending chills up the spins of whoever heard. The notes danced on the wind and could go on for miles and miles of melody. Although her fingers began to bleed from how hard she was gripping the strings, she couldn't help but smile. When she'd had enough, Ophelia let go of the world of music and layed back on the tiles of the roof. The grin on her face was huge as the wind blew her hair all over the place. She knew the boy was right below her. All of a sudden she spoke in a soft, silvery voice: "Can I help you with something young sir?"

[Ricky Andolf Absinthe]

Ricky stared absentmindedly at the women before him. He had nothing to answer her question, he had already fed. He needed nothing more, he had just barged in on someone else's property. He knew that she was a vampire, that much was certain. He knew because he couldn't smell any blood except for the blood on his clothes and leftover on the animal. He'd had no desire to lick it off of its fur, sticky and dry. Bleck, he thought to himself, looking over at the piece of meat, decomposing before his eyes.

He turned his head back to the woman, not staring so much absentmindedly anymore, but more...appreciative. Like he was glad to see her. Like they had known each other for a long time, but he knew he had never seen this girl before. He was new, nonetheless, and she looked elder and wiser then Ricky. She had just conjured up a ridiculous, yet beautiful song and he'd been staring at her like a moron. He ducked his head, embarrassed.

Finally, he spoke, "I was just passing through..." He glanced at the forgotten meat laying dead on the ground only two meters away from him, "I needed a meal, and I was SO, "He put emphasis on the "so" because it seemed logical, "thristy. I could not help myself. I hope you don't mind."

He felt stupid for adding the last part, why was he worried about what she would think? She was a vampire, just as he was. She understood everything he was going through, because she had already been through it once. He growled at the dead deer and turned, about to storm off into the night, without so much as a goodbye to the woman.

[Ophelia Van Koehn]

"I see..." she said jumping down from the roof and landing on the pourch. The light mounted by the door flashed on and the boots on her feet made an echoing sound as they hit the wood.
"Then if you wouldn't mind young one, could you clean up your mess?" She could see him more clearly now. Rather adorable for such a young vampire, she admitted in her head. Ophelia studied the young man in front of her. She could tell he wasn't very old, a few years maybe. Well, not very old compared to her.

Ophelia set her violin and bow on the railing of the pourch and slung her long, silvery blonde hair over her shoulder. "So other than killing deer on my property, how are you this evening, you seem a little distraught." Ophelia cocked her head to the side like a curious puppy might. Her stone blue eyes glistened from the mixed light of the pourch and the full moon shining above.

In one move she was sitting on the pourch railing next to her violin, facing the strange boy. She crossed her legs, leaned her elbow on her top knee, and rested her chin on the palm of her hand. Her hair fell over her shoulders as she continued to study him.

[Ricky Andolf Absinthe]

Why would you care? he thought in his head silently, trying to make a point to himself. He straightened his shoulders and turned back around, actually seeing the woman this time, instead of a silhouette. He swallowed, taking in her beauty. She was, dare he say, one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen between werewolf, human and vampire. Her hair glistened from the moon, a crescent tonight, he noted. He moved his tongue around his teeth, searching for leftover blood, or maybe some gunk in his teeth. He did so, making sure he looked...perfect in her presence. Or at least somewhat perfect.

He had to admit to himself that he was a flirt, whether he took love seriously or not. He admired every woman he passed, no matter what race or mystical being. He snickered to himself, then started to think about how he was feeling. He tried to ask himself, only he couldn't find the answer. He looked inside himself and found an answer that answered how he was feeling.

"I'm feeling...anxious. And strong, honorable, and willing, I guess you could say. I feel lots of emotions at the same time. I'm not very good at keeping my feelings to myself--" He stopped himself, he knew he was rambling. He needed to poise himself and make sure he didn't say anything else that would make him look stupid. He remembered what she had told him to do about the deer. He sighed and bent over, and picking up the deer, setting it on his shoulders, and leveling it so it wouldn't fall off, he grinned wryly at her. He wasn't so much embarrassed anymore. It was like when you were in the dean's office. If you had a buddy there, it wasn't so heartwrenching. So, he thought, it was like the deer was his buddy now. He laughed to himself. "Happy?" He asked the woman, motioning to the mammal on his shoulders.

[Ophelia Van Koehn]

Ophelia snickered to herself, what a silly kid, she thought. Not only that, she wondered how his hair was able to stick up in such odd directions. Massive amounts of hair spray...probably even more than I used in the 50's. "I see" she said, so much so you can hardly keep yourself from blathering on and on.
With that slid from the railing gracefully without a sound, standing at her full height and then some thanks to her heels. Her limbs were long and toned and very pale, she seemed nearly florecent in the light of the moon. "Yes, very. I'd hate to think of what my cat might drag in if I let her outside."

She stepped forward lightly and held out a small, light hand towards the strange boy. "How do you do? I am Ophelia". She wasn't quite as flirty as she was back when she was alive; not quite as bubbly. Her death and new "life" had stiffled her nature a bit. "Out of curiousity, how long have you lived here? I'm rather new and I'm not sure if this place is entirly safe or not." She'd only been here for about three days now. So far, she liked it. It was a nice change from the bustling about of New York. Not only that, less frantic, and less frightening. Ophelia gave the young man the most charming smile she could muster, hoping she might get some more information about this strange place.

[Ricky Andolf Absinthe]

He looked at her hand ammusingly. How was he supposed to shake her hand when he had a deer on his shoulders that he was struggling to balance. He laughed once through his nose and tilted the deer to one side, so that he could retrieve one hand from the deer's underbelly. He brushed off the dirt on his hand and shook the pale, gentle hand in front of him. He put his hand back to his shoulders and steadied the haevy mammal once again.

"My name is Ricky," He felt safe enough with her here, even though it was night and her cabin was in the middle of the woods, "I've been here..." He counted the years in his head and he could feel his expression harden into a mask of deep thought. He wasn't that sure about how long he'd been here, all of the years he'd been a vampire seemed to slur and not come out in portions, just a big puddle of memories. "I think I've been here for 7 years...not precisely, but close. Took me two whole months just to find this damn place." He laughed gruffly once, again and looked over his shoulder, making sure no one was watching or listening.

He couldn't sense a thing except for Ophelia. What a beautiful name, he thought. He'd never heard anything like it. He'd failed his drama class, sure, but he remembered the character of Ophelia in one of Shakespeare's plays. Now he would never forget. Ophelia, he said silently in his mind. Then he felt the deer grow heavier. Perhaps it was just that he had been holding it for so long, he was about to drop it. No, he thought, vampires don't get tired. Maybe he had drifted off too long and now that he was back to reality, he felt the weight of the deer again.

Oh well, he sighed inwardly. He smiled and shrugged at Ophelia, making an intent move to how stupid he felt. Perhaps, he thought, she could see through me. How awkward that would be... He felt his eyes grow wide at the absurdity of the thought and he laughed at himself silently. He looked into her eyes once more and found them to look as ice, like a glacier, an snow stone. Something cold. Maybe it resembled her in some odd way...

[Ophelia Van Koehn]

She sighed to herself, kid, don't stare at me, I'm not that good looking. Ophelia had no idea why this boy was gawking at her so intently. "You know...you can put the deer down, just set it down in the wood behind a tree or something, I just hope it doesn't attract an unwanted guest." The smell of the deer left a foul sent in her nostrals. Disgusting, I was never a fan of anything rotting, corpses in particular, good thing I'm not a zombie. She started rambling on to herself in her mind. Sometimes Ophelia was quite the space cadet.

"Nice to meet you Ricky." Was the first thing she said as she broke from her trance. "Hmm, then can you tell me a bit about this place. I came here from New York. There have been a hunter running amuck there killing vampires and werewolve...I just hope this place is safer." That was probably as much information she's spilled about her situation to anyone since she got here. I shouldn't be so trusting, really, I just met this kid. It's true, Ophelia didn't trust easily, but maybe because he was a vampire, maybe he'd understand. Hopefully, I'm not the only creature that wishes to preserve their humanity.

[Ricky Andolf Absinthe]

He smiled, figuring that she was probably annoyed because he was staring so indillegently. He averted his eyes to the ground and removed the deer from his shoulders, and feeling the pressure off of his shoulders, he slung the deer far into the woods. So far that he didn't see where it landed. He could still smell it, either that or it was himself that stunk so rottenly. He rolled his eyes at himself and looked back at Ophelia proffesionaly, unlike the way he was before. This look was more of what you would give a client in an office that you worked at. An aquaintence, a friend.

"Well, it seems that since you've been here, since you're new, things have been going a bit awry. But, other than that, Dawson is actually a pretty cool place once you get used to it. Lots of wilderness," He said this as he nodded to the trees on all sides of them, "But, I've noticed some weird stuff lately. Did you have anything to do with it? I, uh, saw a guy earlier actually. He was running around the city to a nearby hotel. You know of him?" He hated interoggating people, but he felt like he wanted to know more about this Ophelia. He scratched his head and waited for the seemingly young and beautiful vampiress to answer.