CLAIMER:
Okay, this feels so different writing such a thing. *hehe* This is just to let you know that Angelica, Marius, and Paz belong to me.
A/N: Okay, just to clear up some things: I get the feeling that some people reading this story think that -my- Marius is the Marius dreamed up by the WONDERFUL Anne Rice. This is NOT the case! I only liked the name, and when I tried it out it fit all too well. I will bow to Mrs. Rice's plea and not write anything associated with ANY of her stories/characters. I am nowhere NEAR good enough to write anything based on her beautiful characters...I've tried. Didn't work.
In short: Marius is mine, not Mrs. Rice's. Promise!
The evening was cool, complemented by a slight November breeze. The sun was almost set and cast an amber glow about the atmosphere. Night was on the horizon.
Night meant vampires.
Vampires meant Him.
Paz Johnson snapped her notebook shut and stood before her full-length mirror. Her raven-black hair was pulled up into a pair of knots atop her head, one above her right ear and one above her left, and was parted perfectly down the middle of her head. Her eyes, blue as ice, were lined with thick black eyeliner, and shone brightly through eyelids that seemed to be painted with a dark gray eyeshadow that made her seem even more intriguing. Her cheeks were brushed with a pale pink, and her skin was a light golden-brown.
Her clothes were even more of a statement than her makeup: her top was a velvet corset of the deepest purple, and her pants were fashioned of tight black leather. Paz took out a tube of brown lipstick as she gazed into the mirror and applied it slowly to her lips.With her look complete, Paz took up her black leather duster from the makeshift hook above the mirror and slipped it onto her shoulders. Feeling its heavy weight on her back to reassure her, she stepped out the door and into the waning sunlight and the crisp autumn air. It was time for her to meet her destiny.
Her destiny's name was Marius.
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