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[Silver Eyes]

It took some time to figure out how to properly compile this disguise. Silver had to delve further into piles of research in order to seal off any trace of her abilities so she could wander through a crowd without being detected. If supernatural beings were everywhere, she wanted to remain off their radar until she had enough confidence. Her disguise was simple, and she took great care to make sure she didn't stand out. Her black hair was now a dark shade of blond, longer, and curled at the ends; her eyes were green; her skin gained a dark peach tone; and she wore neutral colors to help her further blend into the crowds.

No one would really take the time to notice and that's just how she wanted it. The improvement within this area of her abilities helped to mend her severely torn pride, but it increased her paranoia. Feeling exhaustion and hunger on an almost daily basis wasn't a healthy way to live. Perhaps this was part of the punishment in her banishment from Paradise: the pangs of being in this type of physical body.

Elizabeth slipped a piece of mint gum into her mouth and walked down a street with her hands in her pockets. She had successfully fed on another citizen without raising alarm or causing any obvious damage--she was getting better at this. Even so, she knew it would be best to return home now. Things had a tendency to rear their ugly heads at night and she couldn't take chances right now.

[Ira]

Elizabeth was not the only one who was experiencing a sense of hunger which pained them. Far from it. However, this one did not require just a bit of blood. Far from it. Despite the sacrafices made on the grounds on which she was to build her temple, Darth Ira needed more. This was the usual for the Sith Lord, always hungry for those feelings of pain and potentially death. More than likely death would satisfy her needs for a short while.

If nothing else, the destruction of that village had reawakened those feelings stronger than they had been in sometime. she felt more in touch with who she was, what she was, a stronger connection to the dark side than that which she had felt since she had been here. And why shouldn't she? A dark and bloody ritual had been done to completely soak the grounds her temple was to be built on, and she had a home now as a result of it. One she could retreat to and feel at home once again, covered and shrouded in the feeling of the Dark Side.

But that was another place, away from here. Not in Isafaro. Not on this street with others. Others whose thoughts she could swear she heard. Whispers of their insignificance. Whispers of their uselessness. Begging for assistance, begging for their liberation. Desires to break from their pains and sufferings but uneducated and unwilling to do so themselves. She could feel them calling for her help. To remove the blinders and remove their shackles. Let them live through her if all things did indeed return to the Force. Her mind was flooded with such thoughts as she mindlessly wandered about this night. As much as she tried to push those thoughts away, the stronger they came back. The more they plagued the Sith Lord.

She had taken to an older outfit, one that she had not favored for a long while. Her hand hidden by the black leather-like material which hung over her arm and down her hand. It hid her hand whenever it clenched tightly while she attempted to hold herself back, to restrain herself from simply out right lashing out and someone. No. It needed to be the right person. But who? But who would it be who would only satisfy her needs for just a short while and pay for it it potentially with their life?

Her chilling Force aura began to stretch out, the thick fog-like aura rolled along the ground, clinging to all that it touched like an invisible weight on the shoes and feet of those who it touched. Who was the weak link? Who would be the one she could simply pick off? Which one would it be that she could pin, trap, enjoy and devour?

[Silver Eyes]

The downside to having her abilities sealed off was a lack of senses that helped her remain in tune to her surroundings. Everything was humanized, and that only served to increase her paranoia. Her eyes sometimes darted around, she'd look over her shoulder every minute or so, and she'd do her best to avoid making eye contact with any late-strolling civilians. No one must notice her. She hugged her coat around her neck and turned a corner to take one of her planned routes home. That was when she noticed Ira walking down the street. Elizabeth wasn't used to seeing different creatures. The moment she saw her, she immediately --not quickly so as to avoid drawing attention-- looked away and kept heading home. The night was growing old, and her forced-mortal body needed rest.

[Ira]

Ira's yellow-orange eyes scanned the several people who walked the streets. Nobody too interesting caught her attention. A pity. She would have to settle tonight, it seemed. Eyes locked with Elizabeth briefly before she looked away. That one seemed worried, yes. A bit paranoid. But that was it. Not too terribly interesting.

A quiet growl escaped Ira. She was about to have to pluck one of these people from this street to make her own prey. She would not be able to resist the calling or the desire to feed too much longer.

Ira passed by Elizabeth, a hand slowly dropping down and slightly extending to the side, not to touch Elizabeth, but rather the person so near her who had sped up to walk around the concealed vampire. Ira laced her fingers together with those of the woman whose hand she had managed to take. At the touch, a low rumbling growl silently echoed through the Force. He started to protest though quickly fell quiet after she had begun to protest Ira taking er hand. A slight tug on the Force could perhaps be felt.

Ira's gaze left the one whose hand she held, and settled on Elizabeth for a moment for she was the closest one to the two of them. She studied Elizabeth for a moment with her yellow-orange eyes filled with a deep and painful hunger, wondering if she would potentially be one of the people here who could feel such things through the Force. No matter in the end though, was it? Even if she had felt it, the woman should feel lucky it wasn't her.

[Silver Eyes]

Elizabeth arched a brow at Ira. What did this woman want with her? Why was she holding that person's hand? Was there a psychopath wandering the streets? Or did she have a strange desire to randomly hold people's hands? No, wait, something was amiss. The stranger briefly reacted in protest to Ira taking her hand, but then became quiet. Why? What could she be doing? Should she risk letting some of her power out to learn of what was going on? Just a bit.

Elizabeth turned, walked away, and hid around the corner to make sure no suspicion was being cast upon her. Maybe Ira knew she was gone, maybe she didn't, but she had to take this risk. A portion of her seal faded, causing a more supernatural appearance to come into view: her silver eyes. No risk must be taken in a passerby noticing this; she put her sunglasses on and took in a deep breath, trying to see if she could notice anything.

Oh, there was something there. Yes. It was faint and she wouldn't have even noticed it had it not been for the way that strangely-colored-skinned woman looked at her. This may be good or bad but she won't stick around to find out. Sunglasses still on, she kept walking.

[Ira]

With the vampire walking along on her own, Ira gently pulled her victim along with her, leading her by the hand. The silent rumble of a hunger could still be felt shaking deep within the aura about the Togruta as she disappeared down an alleyway with the woman trailing behind her. This one would have to last her a while, meaning she would have to take her time with it to get every ounce of pure panic and fear, every tiny drop of frustrations, anger, and hatred. It meant a long time being concealed and locked away from view of others. Just a couple of hours away, that was all it would take.

[Silver Eyes]

Silver peeked into the alley. Curiosity killed the cat. Why wasn't she minding her own business? She could turn back, you know. Just turn around, walk off, and pretend none of tonight happened. She could forget the strange feeling, the calm that washed over the stranger, and replace it with a couple happily walking through a dark alley. Through. A. Dark. Alley. Just a couple. Dark alley. That never added up to something good-no. Bad. Very bad. Go home.

Oh god I"m gonna die. She started following.

[Ira]

It began with just a squeeze of the hand, nails pressing against flesh and threatening to rip from the tips of the gloves to tear into the skin. Slowly, her control over the woman began to wane and it gave birth from a stagnant and still mind to a budding fear and panic.

It drove her wild. To feel the woman suddenly become washed and cloaked in her fear and panic alone gave Ira partially what she had come for. And to feel the woman struggle to attempt to free her hand from Ira's hand which still had a firm grip. Such pleasure. And what power it filled Ira with to muffle the would-be screams of the woman she had picked out with her other gloved hand resting over the woman's mouth.

The chilling aura spread out with a shaking laughter deep within it. Her Force aura reached out ot leech the woman of her emotions. But initial shock and panic was slowly waning now as well.

But a bit of pain went a long ways. This, Ira knew very well. Within the blink of an eye, white sparks of electricity began to dance around Ira's arm before moving down to her arm and hand, towards the woman she currently had pinned against a wall. Screams of pain were muffled as Ira kept her hand over the woman's mouth while the other hand continued the white electricity.

[Silver Eyes]

That's new. Just what sort of power was she using? Silver's sunglasses inched down the bridge of her nose, her silver eyes now visible. It was difficult to see behind shades. She was thriving on the woman's fear. Did she feed off negative energies? Too many questions and not enough answers. Well, there's one way to start answering them. After pushing her sunglasses back up, she got close enough for her to hear.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?"

Maybe that wasn't the best idea.

[Ira]

Ira's eyes turned slowly towards the woman who spoke. Nothing more than her gaze moved for a moment, a slight turn of her head finally followed. A sickly yellow-orange glow danced about her eyes in the rather dark alley. At first, her expession remained neutral until a smile finally formed upon her black lips.

"Not really, no. Then again, haven't been on speaking terms with the woman for quite some time now. However, perhaps you've a point. No delaying the inevitable, I suppose." The rumble of a growl could be heard in her last few words. Ira withdrew her hands from the woman, leaving her to begin to fall to the ground. However, before the woman could hit the ground, she was caught by an invisible hand which wrapped around her throat. Again, she was held up to the wall, silently attempting to claw at her neck and to gasp for air. "I think that's a little better. Just a couple of minutes before it's all done....Or..." Ira looked back towards her victim, almost with a tender loving gaze as she moved closer to the woman again. "If you have issues with such things being drawn out. I could end them now." A childishly innocent smile was flashed before it was accompanied by a sickening crack. The woman was released from Ira's grip in the Force and allowed to fall to the ground. Dead.

[Silver Eyes]

Maybe this woman wasn't so bad after all. Her hunger had been sated, whatever it must have been, and she didn't seem to tense now. Silver could care less about the lives of potential food unless they were all being killed off and her chances for a meal were being dashed. The disguised hybrid made a small "Hm" and nodded her head in approval. "So uh..." she eyed the fresh corpse, "...you done with that?" She may have just eaten but how could she deny the chance of having seconds?

[Ira]

Her smile remained in place, even as a shiver passed through her. Such a wonderful feeling to experience death through another person. Ira looked back towards the woman on the ground for a moment. "I suppose I am...Once they've nothing left to give, they're boring." Ira looked over the body then back towards the one who was questioning her. A twisted smirk took the place of the smile.

"What is it to you if I am or if I'm not?"