(I Just) Died in Your Arms [Nishaa]

[Abbadon]

Harper Rock during the day was a lifeless husk of a ghost town. People scurried to and from work and errands and whatever else, but they were like wisps, flickering in and out of existence at some pace that Abi couldn’t follow. Or rather, she didn’t want to. Sunglasses sat on the bridge of her nose to hide her eyes from the townspeople, being as unobtrusive as possible while she perused window of the small grocer. She didn’t need anything. She didn’t even live here. The woman was only here to pick a soul to harvest and then she would return home, prize in tow.

It wouldn’t do to hunt in her own backyard.

To the untrained, even perhaps the trained, eye she looked like a perfectly normal Canadian woman in her late twenties. Her dark hair fell in gentle waves over her shoulders, framing her face with soft brown eyes and full lips. Who in their right mind would suggest anything untoward about her? A pink sundress and heeled sandals adding a few extra inches to her above average height, carefully manicured fingernails? That wasn’t what a criminal looked like. Didn’t you watch the news?

Abigail White, doctoral student inches from receiving it, was anything but normal. If she had seen a psychiatrist, they would have no doubt been appalled at her lack of empathy and compassion, but an unparalleled skill at faking them. Charm and sweetness practically oozed from her like a fine perfume and she cloaked herself in it to hide her inner beast.

Her lips curved as the sun began to descend below the horizon. Soon the town would wake like someone had breathed life into it with the coming darkness. The perfect hunting ground was upon her and she nearly trembled in anticipation. The hunt would soon be on.

Who would she pick this time? There was no set standard. Anyone who struck her fancy upon passing her by would be plucked like a flower from a field and pressed forever into her memory. It would be glorious. They would spend so much time in each other’s company and she would learn everything about them. Everything that was important. What made them scream? Cry? How long could she keep them on the precipice before they were rendered unconscious? How long would they survive until they went willingly into the embrace of death she so delicately guided them towards?

She hoped they struggled. The last had been too faint of heart for her taste. All that effort to find them and they hadn’t lasted long enough to even get her blood up. It was such a pity. But she had a feeling about this quaint little town. Whoever she found here would change her very soul.

If she could ever claim to own one.

[Nishaa]

Oh, I just died in your arms tonight.

Tonight hadn’t been different. The Necromancer was feeling rather naughty. She had gunpowder matted into her hair, it stuck to her raven strands in a clump, small circular blob like clumps that as much as she pulled and combed, would not get out – she refused to shower, she refused to resort to a steaming shower to get it out, when there was no one to share the shower with. Paige was busy. Nishaa missed her like ****. Her dark, onyx like orbs looked around the Eyrie curiously as her fingers idly toyed with her Necklace of Occulation that was strung around her neck, a present from Velveteen. Between Velveteen, and Micah. She was spoiled. Micah had been a grounding force for her lately, buying her relics; Deepsleeper’s Acorn. She loved her acorn. She cherished the little thing, even at times you could see her stroking its smooth surface.

Her eyes turned to the crafting table, a half assembled security camera lay there. It missed the actual camera, a motion sensor was face up, springs and other various screws of all shapes and sizes were scattered across the wooden counter. She would come back to it later, she didn’t fancy finishing it right now, she was half tempted to put up a sign on it saying ‘NISHAA’S LEAVE ME THE **** ALONE.’ But, knowing half the members here it seemed like an open invitation to ruin her trap her invention. It would be a present, a present for Micah. She liked to give Micah presents he always looked so happy when she dumped her **** on him, that she specifically collected for him.

It must’ve been something I said.

Micah was protective, and she didn’t like to be out of the Eyrie for long so she sent the man a text. ‘I’ll be back soon, going out for a bite.’ It was ironic, that she had built such a bond with the grandsire over a year. He hated her to start off with, and she liked to torment him, pushing his boundaries. Every had said he would eventually like her and she didn’t care either way but the man had grown fond of Nishaa, and she of him. The man could pull on her heart strings. She loved him, though she would never admit it.

She avoided the elevator and twirled, climbing down the branches of the large tree (of doom, she liked to call it.) until she was firmly on the wild grass of the wilderness, she skipped happily from the tall grass and emerged at the edges of Honeymead. She stretched her arms above her head straightened her leather jacket, pulled the hem of her white shirt down and moved forward a sly look on her lips as she began to look for her meal. She liked blood from live hosts, Shan had taught her it was good to feed from a live host.

[Abbadon]

Carefully, ever so carefully, Abbadon picked her way through the coming onslaught of people until she found a bench to sit and people watch. She pushed her sunglasses up on to her forehead, allowing her to see in the dim cut through by streetlights and café fronts. One leg delicately crossed over the other and she waited.

This part was all about patience. She would watch and wait in silence, busying herself every now and then by pretending to check her cellphone, holding it to her ear despite there being no one on the other end. The entire time, of course, she was calculating who among the throng would she choose. The thrill of the hunt was intoxicating, making her feel powerful and alive. She wondered if this was how predatory animals felt when they chose their prey.

And there. She felt a tug in her chest as her eyes alighted on the slim figure of a woman in a leather jacket. Her heartbeat sped up and adrenaline coursed through her veins. Her breath caught. Slowly, she pushed herself up from the bench and brushed the skirt of her dress, making sure to keep the woman in her sight even as she prepared to leave. Making too big of a fuss would alert others to her and the element of surprise and stealth was of the utmost importance.

Abbadon followed the woman, studying her from behind, not too close but not so far that she could lose her in the crowd. The sway of her body, her hair, it all spurred her onwards to sample her skin, her smell. The beast was shaking its cage as it smelled blood in the air.

Her hands trembled and she could feel the hair on the nape of her neck standing on end. She was incredibly patient as a person, but the chase made sweat bead on her brow and anxiety bloom in her stomach. Images of the woman at her mercy cascaded through her imagination and she fought to maintain her control. It had been so long since a target had made her feel this rush of excitement. Maybe not since the first time blood had been on her hands.

[Nishaa]

Nishaa wanted blood. She remembered the way Seraphine’s blood, it had aroused her, it had made her hungry for more. She needed that now, she needed to feel that power, and strength. Her mouth even watered at the thought of feeding. Her hips swayed back and forth as she moved, her eyes scanning the many faces she passed looking for a suitable match for her, she had a type, large brunette’s and evenly shaped breasts. The breasts were important to Nishaa.

It went on like with for about ten minutes. Ten minutes she spent swimming through the streets, her onyx orbs alert until she found someone she was looking for, she was unaware of the woman behind her, following at a leisurely pace. Not enough to make her alert to the woman, not just yet at least.

“Excuse me.” Nishaa called.

The woman Nishaa had called, turned around to look at Nishaa with a curious forest green stare. She smiled to the woman, a biology text book bundled in her warm, embrace nestled close to her breasts.

“Can I help you?”

Nishaa smiled. Unbeknownst to the woman, it was a smile of sweet, sweet victory.

“I’m lost.” She said. “I can’t find Newborough, I need to get to the university.”

The brunette, with the moss orbs smiled and pointed to the left.

“It’s over there, use the station.”

“Could you take me?”

“Sure.”

Another victorious smile, as the woman began to lead the way, Nishaa who was a nocturnal predator looked around herself, alert for any prying eyes. As she followed the brunette to the university, when the streets were stripped bare of passer-by’s she was going to drain her blood, and no one would ever know.

That, sounded like a plan.

[Abbadon]

Abbadon drew short, lingering by a doorway, when the woman she was following stopped for directions. A furrow appeared between delicate eyebrows and her gaze narrowed in thought. The confidence the woman had exuded before had seemingly fled into insecurity, playing at being lost. A game. So that was it. Her prey had prey of its own. How absolutely delicious.

She had never hunted another hunter before. Hers had always been lambs to the slaughter, so innocent and pure, so unlike her. And yet here she was, in a new little town and the one who had arrested her attention so thoroughly was like herself. It made her tremble, weight leaning into the building as an enraptured sigh left her lips.

How would this play out? Would she watch the woman’s trap, then spring her own? Would she snatch her away before completion? Possibilities swam through her mind as she followed the pair, still at a leisurely distance. The trouble would begin once it became noticeable. People had thinned until the streets were almost deserted.

Would she be noticed like this? Trailing them like a lost puppy in the dark. The unknown bit at her heels, making her catch her lower lip between her teeth. No one could see her face, no one could know. And yet there was an unwelcome accomplice.

She had never fancied surprises.

[Nishaa]

Nishaa had been following the brunette to the university. She didn't really need to know how to get there, she knew exactly where it was she simply wanted blood and blood alone, not many people knew she had begun to enjoy the taste of human blood it was euphoric and she wouldn't have it any other way than straight from the vein, the Necromancer quickened her pace so she was now side by side with the guide, slinging a hand around her shoulder she smiled.

"Thanks for showing me doll."

The woman looked at the vampire and smiled, telling her that it was nothing really - she knew where it was off by heart. She went there every day almost. The vampire smiled again, trying her damn hardest to hide her fangs when all they were doing was quivering in anticipation for blood, for a kill something. The woman finally thought enough was enough. She wanted the blood, and she wanted it now without hesitation her grip around the woman's shoulders grew stronger, her arms latching onto her like s snake binding the woman almost before dragging her into a near by alleyway.

How very stereotypical of a vampire to drag its prey into an alleyway. Everyone did that, that she knew of she had read it in books too. Her hand forced against the woman's mouth so she could not scream and gain the interest of a nearby Cop that did enjoy to make his rounds, looking for anything suspicious - they were violent, if they knew you were a thief - they usually always shot you on sight.

The screams were muffled as Nishaa bit into the flesh of the woman's neck, that glorious crunch like sound as her fangs entered filled her eardrums as she drank quickly, and heavily absorbing the blood for her own hunger until she was sated. When she was sated she dropped the woman's lifeless corpse to the ground and smiled, she didn't even bother to wipe the blood from her mouth. Perhaps Paige could do it for her.

It wasn't until she noticed a set of eyes on her, watching her. Oops. Nishaa had been caught.

[Abbadon]

Abbadon couldn’t help the curiosity that welled until her pace quickened, bringing her closer to the pair and the violence that was about to be wrought on the innocent third party. For once, she was the voyeur, the prying eyes into a spectacle and she found herself trembling all the more as the woman grasped on to her prey.

They went into an alley, clichéd as it was it was effective for stealth and the need for haste, and she found herself peering around the edge, most of her body angled beyond the brick so that just her head was visible. The less she blocked the entrance, the more she could watch before her inevitable discovery. She was too close to not be caught in the act of her observance. The thought thrilled her.

Curiously, everything seemed to be curious this night in this strange little town, there was no blade, no gun, nothing but the victim being pressed into the wall with an iron grip, a hand over her mouth to muffle any cries of terror or for help. And then she went stiff, slackening a moment later as the hunter’s mouth was buried in her neck. The sharp tang of blood filled the vicinity and Abbadon’s eyes grew wide.

Vampire.

She’d heard the rumors of Harper Rock, of course, people on the internet who ought to be institutionalized, reports of strange behavior and disappearances, grisly murders. Far more often than a town of its size should warrant. But this…this proved them all right. Warmth spread through her at the thought.

When the woman pulled back, the lower part of her face was indeed covered in a dark liquid, in blood, and the body of her meal fell to the ground like a ragdoll. Those eyes alighted on her person and she simply took a step out, exposing herself fully to the sight of the woman she had been intending on making hers. Her breathing had gone somewhat shallow, not out of fear or disgust, but the contrary. Lust had colored her cheeks, sped up her heartbeat.

[Nishaa]

Nishaa looked at the woman, she could see the outline of her curves even in her dark as she smiled, making no bother to clean up her mess, she cast her eyes down to lifeless corpse. The eyes were open, frozen in fear - it seemed to allure her, turn her on knowing the human that had died at her hands was afraid of Nishaa, fear was what Nishaa lived for. She turned her eyes back to the woman who was still standing there, she had expected the woman to run, which would have made a chase for the woman. She loved chases.

"So."

Nishaa said, moving forward closing the gap between the two so could see the woman's face now, and what a beautiful face it was, she bared her fangs no shame in hiding whats out of the bag now, Nishaa knew she had just broken the sacred vow of her faction, the rule of not being caught by humans, which she had - Nishaa's onyx orbs looked to the woman's chest, not to admire her attributes but listen to the woman's rhythmic heartbeat, it was like drums - music to her ears, it sped as she got closer. The blood still oozing from her mouth, dribbling down her chin and leaving droplets of blood on the concrete.

"The lion must kill the cub now."

Nishaa said as she moved to her side quickly, gripping her and forcing her fangs down against her flesh, draining more blood she felt almost gluttonous, two for one meals tonight was her night. She had to kill her, it was the only way the secret would be kept. Draining the woman close to death Nishaa had a last minute thought, what about turning her.

She looked at her wrist, then at the woman's eyes - they looked like her own, she looked like she could be predator. Without another second's worth of hesitation her wrist lifted mouth, she pierced the flesh with the tips of her fangs and let her bleeding wrist hover over the woman.

"If you want to drink this, you'll become immortal. If you don't, feel free to bleed to death. See what I care, just make a choice - I have things to do." She smiled, the smile was evil as she waited.