All Hope Lies In Eclipse (open)

[Champagne, aka "Charlotte"]

A hooded figure crossed the crowded street at the sun slowly began to set. The skies were still smothered in orange, red, and a faint blue and purple furthest from the existing light. Even though she was no vampire, Charlotte wasn't a huge fan of the daylight, which was why the hood was covering her elegant, silky hair of sun-kissed blonde. She was hurrying toward the direction of the forest, having just left the library in hope to return the book which she had borrowed last week. Now that she no longer needed it, she was respectful enough to at least bring it back on time.

It was a surprise that she remembered.

She was swift, knowing that she still had a mile to run before she could reach the path that began at the forest. From there, she would follow it, then head for her home. As she turned the corner, she found that there was practically no one in sight. She had entered the more deserted side of the town, which was a perfect area for the supernaturals, such as herself, to roam about whenever they were awake. This part of the town stunk of death and bloodshed, though she wasn't all affected by it, due to the fact that she had smelled it many times over. Her forest-green eyes glimmered in the darkness of the hood that covered her head, so her identity was well-hidden.

[guitarist]

As the sun sank just below the horizon, sending its last reflecting rays onto the minimal cloud cover hovering overhead, the creatures of the night began to stir. Of course, one such creature had been awake for hours. He had simply been hiding in the shadows. Angelus wandered outside, glad to be able to scent the air and look for potential victims. He was as silent as a cat and just as graceful as he walked, looking for something to do. He grew bored rather quickly at times and since he had already fed quite well, he was looking for fun and games before he went home to Darla. Since he had been thrown here from the late 1800's and had missed the 20th century completely, he still had much to learn about this world. He couldn't cram a hundred years of knowledge in just a few months, despite his swift mind.

Angelus paused by the corner of an old warehouse to tie his hair up. He had seen Angel's haircut. He refused to cut his hair short. The man clearly had no sense of style. The vampire's ears caught a small noise nearby. His senses picked up a magical creature. Angelus walked towards what he was sensing, graceful as the night. Until he tripped over an old can and crashed to the floor. Cursing, he stood up and threw the can as hard as he could at the wall before looking around. Likely he had been heard. Since he wasn't looking to feed, he crossed the street between one warehouse to another and around a big hole in the road filled with rubbish. This place was as bad as the slums of London.

Putting his hands in his coat pockets, Angelus calmed himself down and headed in the direction his senses were taking him again. His senses picked up several things. She was female, and she had magic. She also seemed to be alone. He didn't know anything else about her, or who she was. But Angelus, bored, was willing to find out. Perhaps feed from her blood and her magic even though he wasn't particularly interested in eating right now. He made his presence known by stepping out a few meters away in front of her.
"Bit of an odd place fer a young girl t' be walkin' around at dusk." Angelus commented. His accent was smooth and Irish sounding and his voice loud enough to carry.

((OOC: I should mention there is an Angel and an Angelus because the Angelus I play was, just before he was about to be ensoulled, thrown into this time period. So he has long hair and sounds Irish, and of course is evil haha. He and Angel exist at the same time. My profile link is on the side if you want to read it to avoid any confusion. He's just wearing a shirt and jeans and a long coat.

Sorry its hurried Im in a real hurry to go out ))

[Champagne, aka "Charlotte"]

Quite convinced that she had been on her own, Champagne continued to travel; however, she soon found to her disappointment that she had been wrong. The sound of a crash and muttered words of irritation had caused her to turn her head. She couldn't see anything - or anyone - but that didn't mean she was too eager to turn around to find out what the sound was coming from.

The witch's steps quickened, though her green eyes were still fixated over her left shoulder. She half-expected a rapist or some creepy old man to abruptly pop up and make an attempt to harass her. Her insides were turning by now, muscles tensing with discomfort as she felt an odd sensation surging within her head. It was a familiar notion that she got whenever another supernatural was nearby.

'Bit of an odd place fer a young girl t' be walkin' around at dusk.'

The voice had caught her completely off-guard. She froze in her steps, her eyes now wavering in front of her until they caught onto the man in front of her...

...If a man is what you would call him.

Champagne's response was a small scoff, followed by a cool glare. Was he the typical stalker that liked to drag the pretty women in distress into the darkness of alleys and either rape them or kidnap them? Or drain them of their blood? If so, he had another thing or two coming...

"What's it to you?" she replied icily, her tone dripping with irritation. Little did he know, she was quite capable of taking care of herself in places such as these. She had been in the same situation many times before, and was more than able to get herself out without struggle. She doubted this little confrontation was any exception.

((Makes sense to me. ^^))

[guitarist]

((OOC: Haha cool. Travis plays Angel.))

Amusement flickered across Angelus's face, and his eyes glinted slightly. He looked down a little as he walked towards her, and then raised his head to study her. He tasted her power as he moved closer. He didn't go too close, moving only a few steps until he was standing just several metres from the woman. He regarded her with an intense look, as if he were truly interested in her for other purposes than food. In truth, he was. Magical creatures always interested him. He had come up against many in his time and was loathe to jump into a direct confrontation with one unless he knew where he stood, metaphorically speaking.

"Well now easy, lady." He smiled at her rather mysteriously. He didn't, in fact, have any plans to rape or kidnap her. Possibly feed from her, but he was doubting that. Angelus was the sort who was curious and smart by nature, and liked to know about people. Especially if he was going to kill them later. Perhaps he could have some fun with this one. Or perhaps that icy tone suggested that she was sure of herself and her supernatural abilities.
"I was just wonderin'." He shrugged, trying to look as normal as possible and also as friendly as possible. "Ye know it is chilly out." He couldn't feel the cold as humans did, but it seemed like a conversation starter. Perhaps his skills were a little off, since he didn't understand people of the 21st century too well yet. He was adapting quickly, but people still thought he was odd. Not that he cared much. They usually died shortly after he spoke to them. After he almost talked them to death of course.

Leaning against the wall, he wondered what it would take to make her less tense. Women tended to quickly walk away from a strange man with a pile of excuses. He could always follow her. Find out where she lived, destroy everyone she loved, and arrange something fun and interesting for the cops to discover and the media to shine across every screen. What did they call techniques such as that these days? Low scale terrorism? He waited for her to react, watching her closely. If she proved to be strong in any way, he might consider simply fighting her. Angelus loved a good fight. It kept him occupied and in shape.

[Champagne, aka "Charlotte"]

"I don't see why it's any of your concern," she responded sharply, her tone almost signifying that she was daring him to try and start something with her. She wasn't easily frightened, and knowing that there was certainly something peculiar about him, she didn't plan on leaving until she found out what it was that had caused alarms to go off in her head. He was obviously supernatural; now the only question was...what kind?

'Ye know it is chilly out.'

What was he planning to do - make an excuse to "keep her warm?" If it was merely for conversation, then there was no doubt that Champagne would continue to be cautious. Never did she let her guard down, especially in empty, dark places such as a street. Taking a few steps and increasing the distance between the two of them, she eventually responded with a low tone of agitation. "Not that I've noticed," was her stubborn, yet honest reply. All the magical energy that oozed out of her seemed to create some sort of friction, so it wasn't very often that she was capable of feeling the stinging cold of weather. However, in the summer time, or whenever the temperature was any higher than 70, she was frequently grumpy because of the fact that the heat had been added on.

"Don't tell me you honestly expect me to feel comfortable around you," she added on, her gaze toward him sternly fixed. If he kept acting all innocent and bubbly for much longer, those eyes were bound to alter in color, like they often did when her emotions did just the same. Champagne was more of a peaceful person that a fighter, though if it came down to her life being threatened, she was certainly going to use all her power to survive. Though that submissive side of her was slowly beginning to wane these days; perhaps she was growing tired of her constant attempt on traveling the high road. Hell, she had to confess that she loved the thrill of getting into a brawl with anyone who threatened her. She figured maybe she should start looking for trouble to remain stimulated. Obviously, her sanity wasn't coming joining the ride for very much longer.

Having just now noticed his appearance, several musings slipped through her mind, mostly out of curiosity. Why does he look so...old-fashioned? He needs to cut his hair. Might look cuter that way. Well, he is sort of attractive - okay, pretty attractive, but that's besides the point. Pushing all of her distracting thoughts aside, Champagne returned to reality, her stern glare also coming back, throwing invisible daggers at him.

[guitarist]

((OOC: Sometimes I save my post and keep writing and modifying so if it looks unfinished it means I'm not finished the post yet. Its a precaution against my computer doing odd things.))

A rather predatory smile appeared on Angelus's previously friendly one. He shifted his position slightly, pulling his hands out of the pockets of his long black coat and folding his arms. He wasn't one to sit still for long. Her responses didn't deter him in the least. Of course the woman didn't feel cold. Angelus's senses told him she had magical capabilities. He didn't know what sort, but he could taste and sense the energy surrounding her body. It had the same allure to him as warm blood, freshly taken from a living creature. Her comment about not feeling comfortable around him amused him greatly.

"O' course I don't expect ye to feel comfortable around me. Here I am, just a...well, guy in the streets. In this dump. Admittedly, ye should feel uncomfortable. Ye never know what's lurkin'. Well maybe ye do know." His sentence hinted that he knew she had something to hide. Angelus had a bit of a problem when it came to hunting or fighting. He talked to his enemies or his prey too much, chattering instead of fighting. Sometimes it resulted in them attacking him while he was saying something. Other times, his words were his biggest weapon. It was both a strength and a weakness, and tonight he was no different. "I guess bein' in the back alleys ye must have somethin' important to do. Or, maybe ye took a short cut. A foolish one. But somethin' tells me that's not true." He rambled.

The other thing Angelus tended to do was move around, fidget or pace when he spoke, which was sometimes distracting. He stopped mid pace, one hand in the pocket of his jeans and the other playing with the pretty crypt key he kept on a thick short chain around his neck. He watched her. "Seeing as it's share time, since I know somethin' about you, maybe I'll share something about me. Then maybe ye'll remove that hood o' yers so I can see what must be a pretty face." He smirked. He just wanted to see a reaction and gage how powerful she was. He wouldn't let everything about him slip into her grasp, however. His face shifted into its vampiric form, and he let out a growl.

"That's one thing about the girls these days. They seem ter love danger, or they hide behind their pretty li'l clothes and their boyfriends. What sort o' girl are ye, runnin' around at night? Will ye scream and run home to yer da, or will ye show me somethin' else?" He bared his fangs provocatively and left his hands dangling by his side now, as if ready for a reaction from her. Angelus had dealt with magic users before. He had a decent ability with magic himself, but he couldn't pull a spell out of midair, because he didn't know the incantations. Even his twin Angel used black magic on occasion, he had heard. Angelus was still wary of magic users. Long ago, during the first year of being a vampire, he and Darla had been followed by a man named Lance Giles, a British warlock who had been extremely powerful. Then again, Angelus was older and different now. They had defeated Lance by using their wits, unable to defeat his magic. Angelus had tortured him to death. He smirked at the memory, as if grinning at a private joke. He wasn't completely sane himself; while his intelligence and cunning was great, he was just a tad crazy which was perhaps what gave him such an edge.

[Champagne, aka "Charlotte"]

((Heh, I'll normally save it all up on notepad or something until I'm ready to post it up. I'll do a fair amount of editing myself. Sometimes I get a little carried away with myself though...lol.))

Good lord, he talked way too much. Do all vampires blabber this much? she mused in irritation, though she was partially amused by it, even if it was just a little. There had been a few moments when attacking him while she had the chance crossed her mind, however, she decided against it. She had to admit, though, he was getting a tad bit annoying. She noticed his constantly fidgeting, and the possibility of him being nervous seemed to cross her mind as well. Then again, he had no reason to be - perhaps it was merely a habit? Not that it mattered.

Once again, her mind was wandering off and away from the subject. Champagne forced herself to reality for a second time, now becoming irritated with herself and her uncontrollable curiosity. She witnessed with calmness as his face altered, which now had her conclude what he was. Vampire. She should have known - it was nighttime, and vampires were the ones famous for stalking after the pretty girls down the empty streets. Not at all mortified by her discovery, she simply crossed her arms in front of her, her weight shifting to one side. Her hidden eyes still flickered from beneath the hood, which was material that she didn't plan to remove anytime too soon.

"You must think I'm afraid of you," she supposed coldly. "Look at me shake in my boots." Her voice dripped with cold sarcasm, which indicated that she was far from ready to run away from him. Her curiosity and wit were the two things keeping her in this spot. Why was she curious? She wanted to know a bit more about him, as well as why she intrigued him so much. Did he know what she was? Most likely so; vampires had a strong sense of smell, and her magical abilities probably poured out from her like blood would from a fresh, critical wound. "Got a name, vampire?" she eventually asked, wanting to know the name of the creature if he was scheming to start a fight with her, or the other way around. That way, if there ever came a time when she felt the need to hunt him down, she'd listen for the name, and perhaps any hints as to where he resided. If he was famous in any way, shape, or form, then that'd make it all the more easier for the witch.

Of course, that was only if she had the urge to seek any level of revenge from him. It often went that way for any opponent of hers, and all the more worse for them if they had beaten her the first time around. If she had been the winner of the brawl, then there was no need to oppose them again, unless they were the ones who searched for that similar revenge.

She awaited his response. A short and cold wind blew through the street, nearly causing her hood to fly to her shoulders. However, Champagne had caught it swiftly, firmly pressing her hand onto the fabric to ensure that it stayed in place. She seemed to be quite determined to keep her physical appearance hidden for several reasons. One: If he did end up wanting to find her in the future, it'd make it more difficult for him. Two: He'd probably try to flatter her, considering she had heard many times over that she was beautiful - she didn't want to hear it from someone who was set on possibly harming her. And three: Champagne simply wasn't the sort of person used to showing herself to anyone - particularly strangers. It was just a thing of hers that no one, not even she, could understand.

[guitarist]

((OOC: I usually use word, because Notepad doesn't format it!! And I like to see the paragraphs whereas with Notepad you have to scroll across all the time grrrr. I use it for other stuff though. I have a new lap top and haven't loaded word onto it. Lazy. I will soon haha. I already lost a fucking post today. Extremely annoying.))

Standing still now, which was a skill many vampires had...although Angelus grew bored of one position within moments usually... he watched her reaction with interest and relief. So, she would hang around then, and give him something to do. She was just as provocative and antagonistic as he was, it seemed from her behavior.
"If ye were afraid o' me, I'd lose interest quickly." Angelus told her truthfully. It really depended on his mood what sort of reaction he desired. He wondered what she would do if he rushed at her or drew his sword. Not yet. Just a little longer. Then he would begin to test her abilities. Fighting would build up his appetite and he would then feed from her. He made this decision, cocky enough to decide he would be the winner. Witches tasted wonderful. Not only their blood, but their magic. Angelus was more than just a vampire, but his blood thirsty attitude was no different, except that he was very smart and an artistic, brutal killer.

At her next question, Angelus had to wonder what she really wanted with his name. He was not going to let this witch walk away alive, not unless she somehow beat him or knocked him out and ran. He had already memorised her scent and the signature of her energy already; he didn't need to see her face or know her name, although it would of course make life easier if he were to track her down later for a spot of fun. That was of course if either of them walked away from this potential fight. Angelus was well known enough. It wouldn't be hard for her to describe him and have someone know who he was, so there was no point in hiding his name under any circumstance.
"Angelus." He replied, not adding anything else. If she did know him, she might confuse him with Angel, even though his hair and accent were considerably different.

Angelus's hair had come undone, to his annoyance, and it blew over his face and in his eyes. He brushed it back just in time to see her grab her hood rather urgently. Maybe he would tear it off her as he fed from her, just to mock her. Why was she so worried about her appearance? Perhaps she was extremely ugly. Angelus didn't think so. Perhaps she was shy or overly cautious. It paid to be cautious, no matter what century it was. Angelus was quite cautious himself. He had already scanned the street carefully. There was an abandoned building behind them, a few holes in the roads and a lot of rubble. An old rusty car was parked several meters up the road, and a large pile of wood and rocks situated a similar distance in the other direction. Lethal, if the witch used her powers to throw it at him. Also a good place to find weapons.

"So what do ye say we liven up this dark street?" He moved closer to her, hoping his hair wouldn't blind him again. Angelus was very agile and quick, and he lifted a hand to strike at her. He generally didn't pull off a move like that unless he was testing someone for a reaction. It was the sort of move where if need be, he could spring backwards or jump out of the way of another attack, providing he was quicker than his opponent. It was risky, but it often yielded results.

((OOC: Sorry its a bit of a shaky post, I'm buggered, just got off work!))

[Champagne, aka "Charlotte"]

((Gah! I hate it when that happens! I've lost my post several times, up to like...the 600-word region once, and I still had a long way to go, since I had so much muse. Happened to me the other day, in fact. Goodness. I wanted to cry. >.< Haha.))

Angelus... she thought to herself curiously. Where have I heard that name before? It didn't take long for it to smack her in the face, though. Champagne's went wide for a split second as she looked back to him. She had heard stories of his trouble-making, and though she never saw his face, she knew this guy had to be good-looking. Gravely finding out she was right, the witch inwardly groaned. Why did the bad guys that wanted to beat everyone to a pulp have to be cute?

Oh. But...there's an Angel, too. Or was. Or...well...hmph. Of course, Champagne was quite confused with the fact that there seemed to be the old-fashioned Angelus in the same time that the modern Angel lived. She wasn't quite certain as to why that had happened - perhaps a time machine?

"The infamous Angelus," she eventually spoke, scoffing a little. "Now I'm quivering." Still as sarcastic as she had been, though she was now more interested in the situation at hand. She looked at it as an encounter with a celebrity, even if he wasn't...well...a very good guy. Regardless, she wasn't going to let her guard down anytime soon. No matter how many questions ran through her head, the blonde, though intelligent witch was ready for any attack.

'So what do ye say we liven up this dark street?'

"What did you have in mind, Angelwings?" she questioned in a more taunting tone, only to find that he was coming for her swiftly and aiming to hit her. She had barely missed, and even the close-call had caused a bit of surprise to surge through her. As soon as she had ducked, her foot shot forward in an attempt to hit him on the ankle, as a way to trip him. Whether if she missed or not, she got to her feet, the turbulence in her movements having caused her hood to finally fall from her sun-kissed hair and onto her shoulders. Her now-seen expression was full of agitation and disappointment.

"Now that was rude," she scowled, "at least be a gentleman and warn a lady next time, will you?" Her eyes now contained a sort of flame, though their color was no longer a natural hazel, but a pale, glacial blue. If she was ever pissed enough - and right now, she was pretty damn irritated - those eyes had been known to give even the meanest, biggest baddie a shiver. In a bar, it had happened once. Some human pile of muscles in a bar fight had knocked over her glass of expensive wine, and he refused to buy her one, even when she asked politely. That guy's rudeness had set her over the edge, and she ended up murdering him right on the spot. Since then, she never went back to that town, knowing people were most likely out looking for her.

Yet that was besides the point. Regardless, her rage made her do some crazy things that weren't in her nature. Sure, she loved a good fight and if mixed in with a bit of cold remarks, it was made her favorite chocolate milkshake.

((I didn't even really notice it being shaky. =P))

[guitarist]

((Haha yes if I am going to type a 4-5 page post, it's done on Word. I need to get that program back! Grr! We should start a storyline or something, that would be fun, if you're game! And oh yes isn't Angelus hot haha! Im a girl OOC haha. Somewhere in the fight Im sure his shirt will come off hahahah naughty! ))

Had Angelus heard her thoughts on a time machine, he would have laughed. He had been reading H.G. Wells' 'The Time Machine'not long before he had been captured by demons and sent away as revenge. The witch's reaction to his name was interesting to Angelus, of course. The first week he had arrived here, he had been mistaken repeatedly for Angel. He had been bashed a few times, attacked, and there had been many attempts to kill him. Angelus, unused to the attention, had played a few nasty games with his would-be killers, and had tracked every one of them down. What happened after was too gruesome for words.

On the other end of the scale, upon finding out he was different to Angel and that they both existed in the same city at the same time, he had been worshipped. It seemed he was a legend in these parts and that both annoyed and pleased him. He had lost the suprise factor in many fights, although he had since gained a few new ones. Even the witches knew his name. He was quite certain the Watcher's Council did. Angelus had spent hours pouring over records about Angel and the Sunnydale incident, as well as the details of his curse. It had been a good bedtime story and a great laugh. Never would he allow himself to fall into that trap.

Angelus for once didn't have a comeback for her sarcastic comment. Perhaps he filed it away as unimportant, or perhaps the vampire was simply impatient to fight.
"Angelwings?" He mocked. "Is that what they call my twin? Angelwings?" He smirked before rushing at her. His hair fell into his face again and he felt something trip him over. Possibly it was the witch's ankle. Angelus tripped, but managed to roll and was back on his feet in seconds. He chuckled as he saw that beautiful hair spill from the hood. It was a pale gold, and the woman attached to the hair was indeed beautiful. Witches typically had an aura of supernatural beauty about them, Angelus had learnt over time. Darla's old enemy Kathrine had had such an aura. Even while she was torturing Angelus, her allure had been difficult to resist.

"There we go. That wasn't so hard now, was it. Ye never told me yer name, either." He circled around her again, picking up the colour change in her eyes. Angelus was quite empathic, which allowed him to sense emotions and use them against his prey effectively on top of his ability to read facial expressions and body language. The woman was angry and her eyes certainly reflected an inner, cold rage. They were beautiful. If Angelus had known her reputation, perhaps he might have been a little more wary, but he didn't, and he offered a compliment instead. "Ye know, I never was sure why witches change their eye colour. Guess it, y' know, makes the boys tremble a little." He offered a callous grin as he tied his hair back up. His attack was just as swift as the last. This time, he was aiming to tackle her and pin her against the wall.

[Champagne, aka "Charlotte"]

((Four to five pages? If you're not over-exaggerating, sheesh...I don't think I have the imagination and creativity to type that much, just for one person! And yeah, a little storyline sounds like fun. Just let me know if you have anything in mind. Currently, I can't say I have any ideas. *giggles at the mental image of Angelus with no shirt...* ^^;; By the by, sorry it took me so long to reply. I was out of town for a few days. Went to the pretty mountains. ^^))

Champagne knew that he was going to somehow respond to the nickname she had given him. Her only purpose of using 'Angelwings' to address him was in hope to maybe piss him off, maybe fuel him into a raging brawl. However, his every move so far hadn't been very impressive. As he had charged at her, only to trip and swiftly return to his feet, the witch had to resist giggling at the clumsiness. "Surely, you were just trying to cover that up," she chuckled with ease, giving a small shake of her head.

'Ye know, I never was sure why witches change their eye color. Guess it, y' know, makes the boys tremble a little.'

"It's nothing I can help," she answered coolly, though was unsure of why she even bothered making an explanation. She then smirked icily at him, her sapphire-like eyes flickering maliciously. "Do I make you tremble?" she questioned tauntingly, almost in a voice that would have been considered seductive if she wasn't in the midst of a fight.

Angelus's next move had been unpredictable. Champagne found herself pinned into the nearest wall within seconds, and a sharp pain erupted all through her spine. She swore in a whisper, eyes shut as she endured the brief pain. It wasn't too devastating just yet, though she certainly wasn't out of the woods. What she needed was some sort of tricky, quick attack that would pry him off and release her from the crowded space between the vampire and the wall. "You want a name?" she asked in a quiet, almost haunting whisper. "I'll give it to you only if you remember it." She didn't often share her title with anyone, particular those she opposed. He'd have to earn knowing it, either by forcing it out of her or by being beaten. She'd ensure that he would know the name of the woman that beat the hell out of him. If she did. She wasn't determined that she would or wouldn't - always the kind of girl who took it one step at a time, and never got too far ahead of herself.

[guitarist]

((No exaggeration. 4-5 pages on MS Word. The way Darla and I roleplay is such that we often have a LOT of storyline to go into it. Sometimes posts dont need to be long anyway, if you're fighting its difficult to post a lot with the other not having yet reacted. Thats fine too I had to work all week. Mountains sounds nice! Love them, not many where I live. Just hills. No idea but we can keep roleplaying until something comes up. If you have an MSN you can add me, its [e-mail] we can always discuss it there or over PM.))


"Just a tiny bit of a tremble." Angelus replied hintingly. "But not quite enough t' get me goin'." He said viciously, as if she were an unattractive, boring woman to him.
"Well...right now, yer name ain't that important." He pushed her harder into the wall, his face close to hers, fangs glistening. What he would do to her was undecided in his mind as yet. He wouldn't kill her, even though he had her in a position which gave him an advantage unless she had other powers to share with him. Angelus showed just how unpredictable he could be when his face suddenly went human and instead of biting her, he began to suck energy from her. He could do it when close to a person, but it was quicker when he had contact with them and his hands were currently pressing her against the dirty brick wall.

Angelus didn't bother to explain what he was doing. He could feed on any type of energy. Magickal, physical, life force, electric, chemical, the list was endless. He wasn't sucking it from her too fast and he knew he was always vulnerable while he was concentrating. He only wanted to taste a little bit, to give him a bit of an energy boost while fighting her. A faint glow appeared around his hands. Even though it seemed like a while had passed to him, only seconds had gone by. The vampire suddenly let go of her after taking just a little and vamped out again. "That was...that was thrillin'!" He gasped, electricty flickering off his body. It happened occasionally even when he only fed from a small amount of energy. He had already been full of energy upon arriving here. "Ye sure carry a lot o' power!" He was a little more cautious now. She would likely not feel much effect except a bit of dizziness for a few seconds as he had merely tasted her. Perhaps he should have simply killed her by speeding up the absorption and taking as much as he could, but it might have affected him in an adverse way.

Moving away from her quickly, Angelus drew his sword. It was a beautiful Celtic made sword he had stolen from a museum. It seemed to work for him quite well, as if it fitted his hand. Unlike cliche fantasy stories of the past, the sword wasn't destined to be his or anybody else's, he was just the right size and had the right strength and grace for it.
"Guess ye know a little more about me." He didn't seem too concerned.

[Champagne, aka "Charlotte"]

((Haha! That's a lot of muse. I do find it a little hard to type a lot through moments like this (especially in the morning when I just wake up), but I try to put myself in my character's shoes to come up with what I would do. It sort of helps. =P I almost thought they could have some sort of love/hate relationship, but I don't want that interfering with him and Darla. That's the only idea I had in mind. xD))

As she felt herself being drained of her energy, Champagne had been trying to struggle against him for a moment, hoping to push him away. However, with the fact that her energy simply kept diminishing and spilling into the vampire, she was only weakening even more by the pointless effort. Her eyelids had started to drop a little, giving her a tired feeling as her powers abandoned her. Son of a...hmm... Hell, she was even losing the energy to think a complete sentence.

Once he had pulled away, Champagne slowly returned to her rightful state, though she wasn't as strong as she had started off with, thanks to him. Great. That only meant he had taken some of her energy to give himself an advantage. Hopefully, it'd be too much for him to handle. "You're just lucky," she muttered coldly, only to witness him unsheathe a large, Celtic blade. Her eyes widened, almost horror-struck and changing in color in again. They were now almost tinted by silver, and gradually becoming more-so.

'Guess ye know a little more about me.'

Her attention returned to the vampire himself, who she was convinced was possibly more stronger than her by now, unless she found a really clever way to fool him. "Not that I care to," she hissed, reaching into the back pocket of her black pants to pull out two identical daggers. Their hilts were of made of pure silver, complimented by Gothic patterns and several embedded rubies. The gems almost seemed to glow, due to the fact that she was translating some of her energy into the weapons in order to increase whatever damage they may do on Angelus.

"Let's do this, Angelwings."