/ / ~ S i e r r a . . . 
( this is how you remind me. )

Awakening on the beach, it looked as if she had been deserted. Yawning, the girl rolled onto her stomach, her hands toying with the sand for a moment whilst she contemplated whether she wanted to get up and go search for food or not. Food.
An all too familiar burning began to inflame down her throat, and she became aware of the feeling of someone drawing over her body. Flipping herself onto her back, abruptly, she sat up. The vine she had been cursed with, dotted in thorns and a few roses had begun it's daily ritual of etching over her skin. This happened every day when the sun went down. It was her curse. And along with that, there was the desire for blood. Hurling herself onto her feet, Sierra inhaled deeply, acknowledging her eyes folding shut for a deeper sense of concentration. The smell of spilled blood hit her like a tonne of ice, and within a second, she was at the site of an accident. Leaning against the brick wall lazily as she peered over at the middle aged man with a small pile of clothes beside him. He shivered uncontrollably and clutched his wrist. Crimson smudged over his hands, wrist and tattered clothing. Padding over to him, she cocked her head, smiling softly. The man looked at her, eyes widening to the size of watermelons, as if he'd just laid eyes on the most magnificent angel. No words were needed. She drew the filthy man in for a short kiss, before pulling back and looking him square in the eye. “Let me kiss it better for you,” Sierra whispered, as if talking to a young child, not a middle-aged man.
Still utterly speechless, his eyes followed her every movement as she lowered her lips to his wrist and gave it a gentle kiss, his blood transferring into her mouth. The taste of his blood ignited within her mouth and slightly soothed her burning throat. Quicker than a bolt of lightning, she tipped his head to the side, exposing his throbbing jugular. Leaning in, her lips, as gentle as the petals of a rose, skimmed his neck, feeling his blood beneath his skin pump against her lips. Withdrawing her upper lip, two brutally long fangs lengthened, and plunged deep into his vein. Warm liquid surged through her mouth, replenishing her famished stomach. Once the girl had sipped every drop of blood from his body, she let him drop onto the ground, completely lifeless. Calling on her element, water, she felt it pool within her cupped hands, splashing it over her face to rapidly tidy herself up. The sound of a door opening alerted her, and the girl sprinted over behind the wall, keeping herself concealed by the eerie shadows. A tall man stepped out from the door, looking high and pleased with himself. He noticed the body instantly and hobbled over, lolling the homeless man's head to the side to reveal the twin puncture wounds she had created. Already, she could feel the burning of a new thorn imprinting into her skin. Wincing, Sierra tried to block out the pain by focusing her attention on the curious man.
Seizing the opportunity to feed this from him, she stepped out from the shadows cast upon her, and tip-toed over to him. She wasn't fully satisfied from the other man, but she didn't need, or want to steal two lives in one night. All she'd have to do is feed from him and make him forget everything that'd happened between them. Then, she'd go along on her merry way, and the world would still be at peace. Standing within a meter from the boy, Sierra flashed him a sexy grin, stepping forward and cupping her hand around his face, one of her thumbs dancing over his bottom lip. “Hey, there handsome. Shouldn't you be in there with all the ladies? I'd assume you'd be popular with them, because damn, you're fine,” she murmured teasingly, one of her hands lowering to his neck where she lightly traced where his main vein would be. “You look pretty tasty, too. Hm... how about you say we take this somewhere else?” A little fun with him wouldn't hurt, would it?

/ / ~ L u c a s . . .
( your heart is serpentine. )

The bitter night air cut and whipped against his skin like the blade of a knife scraping against rusted iron. Lucifer hadn't seemed to let his facade down if it were a joke... but what was so special about this girl? The information on her was limited, but with the description The Dark Prince had provided them with, the girl would stand out among a crowd. Tattoos shaped in a vine with tiny thorns, from head to toe? It puzzled him to think someone would be as absurd as that as to have their whole body covered in permanent ink. At least it wouldn't be a challenge to find her. The local residents would know exactly where she went to to eat, relax and for leisure. With an appearance like that, it seemed impossible to get by without being noticed by many. 
Running a hand through his tawny hair, Lucas stretched and yawned as he gazed over the balcony at the smooth waters, shedding the tiniest of ripples among the surface. If he could find the girl before any of his brothers, that might allow him to gain a closer friendship with Lucifer. Although the chances were slim, his plan could work. Lumbering back into Eden, the nightclub full of women with little to no clothing on, he whisked a goblet that balanced carefully on a metal tray. The goblet looked as if it were an artificial antique. Whirling the liquid around in the goblet for a moment, the boy raised it to his face and inhaled it's rich, sugary scent. Under the weak lighting, the drink contained hints of blue. There were definitely traces of Arcanzite within it. Deciding a little of the drug wouldn't do any major damage, Lucas chugged it down, hurling it across the floor as a young girl approached him. She looked like she was in her early 20's, and would provide him some entertainment for more than a while. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers interlocking with a few tufts of hair. Her heaving body pressed against his, aiming to place her boobs almost below his nose. She wore nothing of proper clothing, only lacy lingerie. 
Greedy hands slithered down to rest over her ass, his head tilting to the side as he began to shower her in kisses. From her neck, to her collar bone... and soon, he had dropped his mouth low enough to lightly and seductively kiss and suck on her breasts. The girl moaned, dropping her head back as she welcomed the pleasure. Soon mapping his waist with her legs, she curled them around him once feeling his erection poke at her hips. The angel boy's hands positioned themselves at the centre of her back to support her weight when she slumped earthwards. Unexpectedly, it felt as if someone had delivered him a gruesome punch in the gut. His element licked at his fingertips. Thick, darkened roots blossomed from the floor and reached upwards to cradle the young woman, so he could leave without dropping her onto the floor. What was this feeling all about? It must've been some side effects from the Arcanzite, but whatever it was, it was demanding, almost as if it were burning a hole through his soul. Striding over to one of the exits, a vigorous impact with the door, created by him, sent it swinging forwards, squeaking and groaning as it did so. Keenan appeared to be experimenting with seducing some girl. Blindly stumbling forward, Lucas gripped a pole to steady himself. Monitoring the scene, he noticed a dead man sprawled out across the blood-stained concrete. Meanwhile, this girl he was seducing was an interesting character. She wore only a bikini, as if she had just come back from a swim at the beach down below. And, she had tinges of red across her chest and stomach. Another eye-catching thing he noticed was a trail of tattoos snaking over her flesh. It was almost as if it were a vine, covered in thorns and very few roses... a vine?! What on Earth was Keenan doing with her? Was she their key to lifting the curse? Launching himself forwards, the fallen angel shoved Keenan to the ground, “Keenan! Get the fuck off of her!” he screeched, holding eye contact with the younger boy before inclining his head towards her, mouthing 'Tattoos! I'll get Reisan.' Hoping his brother understood the communication, Lucas dashed inside the nightclub, fishing around for Reisan. Bursting into the room they'd only been in five minutes ago, his eyes grew wide. “Reisan. Keenan has found the girl. She's outside, take her down to the gym. Keep him from trying to do anything stupid with her. I'll get some drugs to knock her out for a while. Go!”