Carpe noctum

OCC: This is open to anyone in the order of the phoenix.



A heavy rain was falling outside. Cold and wet, chilled by the unnatural fog that seemed to have settled in. Even in his dark corner in the "Hogs Head Tavern" he could feel it. It wasn't a spectacular storm, as such things go. But it was strong enough to persuade most to remain indoors. A fact he did not all together mind. It was still early in the evening, roughly 10:30. He had only awoken around fifteen minutes ago in his small room upstairs. Despite the inns shabby appearance, and the somewhat intimidating tavern owner. He had began to relax a little bit over the last few days. It became obvious too him quickly that the Inn was frequented by many nefarious people threw out all hours of the night. So the presence of a single vampire though a bit rare, would most likely be forgotten about rather quickly.

He shifted slightly pulling his heavy Grey greatcoat closer around him. A single long lanky piece of greasy blond hair fell down along his handsome, yet dirty face. He quickly slid it back underneath the security of his Grey hooded sweatshirt with a long pale thin hand. His intense green eyes peering out from under his hood. He had taken residence here not four days ago. After a the massacre in London. The entire volunteer group, dead. He was the only one left now. Alone, with a impossible mission and no clue who to look for, or who to trust. This place was safe yes, but sooner or later he would run out of money so even this is at best temporary. James sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes lightly with his dirty hands causing the dust and grime that had settled there to smear all across his face. He didn't care. He was dieing anyway. What was the point of keeping up appearances now?

There was a audible grunt from in front of him. James looked up to see the every grumpy form of the barman looming over him. Without a word the blue eyes man set down a grungy mud of what looked, and smelled like slightly congealed goats blood. James nodded to the man and reached into his coat pocket without speaking, and produced the desirable amount of payment. He slid it lightly across the thick dirty, wooden table toward the barman. Who took it with a grimace and wandered off without another word. James cupped the foul smelling drink in both his hands. And taking a deep breath to steady himself leaned forward and took several deep, hearty, gulps of the vile liquid. It tasted foul, but he kept drinking until it was gone. When he finished he doubled over the edge of the table holding his stomach to keep from vomiting. He had to hold it in, he had to resist the urge to vomit up the horrible beverage. He needed to feed, he needed to keep it down. he was weak enough as it is, if he lost this precious nourishment no matter how disgusting he would be even worse off than he was now.

After a few moments the nausea passed, and James slipped further back into his booth. Pulling his legs up off the floor and onto the seat with him. His dirty bare feet staining the already stained booth seat. He still had bit of time left to relax a little. The Night was still young. Soon he would have to go out again, and attempt to make contact with the order. His thoughts drifted back to four nights prior, the flashes of green light, the shouts of surprise. James cursed loudly, turning the last half of the word into a hiss full of malice. I wish I could have at least got there bodies. He thought. Send them home to there families. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. His eyes darting around the room to make sure nobody heard him." I'll avenge you brothers"...He whispered. "I swear on it."

A sudden chill blew threw the tavern, sweeping across the tables and back into the corner where he was seated. The sudden burst of cold air had caught him slightly off guard, and another string of hate filled curse words issued from his mouth. He shook his shoulders slightly, causing the heavy coat to fall in closer around him.

He glanced upward at the source of the disturbance. His green eyes glaring out from under his hood like the eyes of a annoyed cobra. They settled upon the woman walking in. A quiet hiss escaping from behind his pale lips. There was something not right about her..

James leaned back further into his booth, and further into the shadows gathered in his corner. He lowered his gaze avoid suspicion, and attempted to simply blend back in with the atmosphere of the bar. If he was lucky she won't pay him any mind. Just another fly on the wall.

James tensed up almost immediately, his hand instinctively moved toward the hilt of his kukuri. The wickedly sharp blade tucked closely against his left hip. He caught himself mid way threw the gesture, and stiffed up. He glanced nervously at the wild woman standing close to him. She seemed far to pre occupied with yelling at one of the other scattered patrons to have noticed what could have been easily seen as a threatening gesture.

He lowered his eyes back downward, turning his head and face away from her instead pretending to be deep in thought. His muscles remained tight, ready to explode into action at the slightest hint of danger. Seconds ticked on, the moment seemed to stretch on forever. But as quickly as it had began, it had seemed to have worked itself out. Somewhat re leaved it had not ended in violence like he thought, as the woman walked off, a small sigh of relief escaped his pale lips.

I think this is my cue to leave.. He thought, rising to his feet. Good thing too, that nutter is bound to stir up some trouble. I better put some distance between the two of us encase she dose. Don't need to give the ministry a excuse to apprehend me..

He crossed the room in a few quick strides, his bare feet slapping on the dirty floor. He reached out and grasped the door handle with a thin pale hand. His eyes peering threw the dirty glass and into the poorly lit street in front of him. He usually didn't go out this early. But it didn't make that much of a difference. The rain was still falling pretty hard. The result could be seen in the large amount of rain water currently streaking down the glass of the Taverns filthy windows.

James groaned loudly. He had no real problem with the rain. At times he even found it enjoyable. The cold however was another story. And it was more than chilly out tonight. That cold combined with the wet rain, was sure to make this as absolutely miserable as it could be. With one last nervous glance around the room, and another frustrated groan he wrenched open the door and stepped out into the cold wet hogsmead night.

(( It seems Bellatrix cannot read.

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This is open to anyone in the Order of the Phoenix

Or we let Bellatrix in the Order....... ))

The rain was so heavy that in a matter of seconds he was soaked to the bone. By the time he reached the end of the lamp lit street he appeared to be nothing more than a water logged ragamuffin. "Natures shower..." He grumbled into the cold night air. At least the water will wash off the dirt, and maybe some of the smell.

The village seemed deserted. Not that it shouldn't with it being well past sundown. No sign of activity beyond shop keepers doing there last rounds before bed. In fact it soon became clear to him that the most suspicious looking person was him, by the nervous glances he got by those who noticed him. He grumbled into his hood, and moved out of sight, slipping down a back ally between a pair of shops.

He sat down on the wet road, and leaned against the wall, starring up the wall opposite of him. The night is still young. He thought to himself. Maybe I'll get lucky. And something will fall right into my lap. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall, the rain falling onto the lower part of his face. Until then...Maybe a nap.