Thirst had burned and made her throat feel like sandpaper rubbing together with each dry swallow. Her skin had gone pale and taunt over her frame as such fingers curled around the door frame. Red and black locks dangled around her shoulders lifelessly while brown hues seemed to glare from their sockets. Permanent fangs protruded over her bottom lip as a growl of hunger rumbled through her form. How long had it been? How long had she been locked away in a morgue and away from civilisation? It had felt like centuries as pain and shadows had been her permanent friend. Was she even still alive? The woman had simply dropped off of everyone’s radar and never returned. Raven had been of the frame of mind that it didn’t exactly matter if she did disappear for a time, after all, most didn’t approve of her habits.
Pain split and bloomed through her skull and she doubled over to clutch at her temples as a savage growl caused her sand paper throat to scratch more pain into her form. How long as she held herself down in the basement? Had it been enough for the vampire community and the humans to form some kind of peace treaty? The woman no longer had a phone, but did it truly matter anymore? Her disappearance would have gone unnoticed, but she bet that as soon as a dead body showed up, someone would notice her reappearance. Perhaps she would leave a string of deaths in her wake and maybe they would finally notice her. Finally kill her so she could settle into the Shadow Realm once more and enjoy the comforting shadows. Hell, why was she even emerging? It took so much strength and energy to simply move a muscle, never mind the simple fact that pain continuously stabbed her every move.
Brown hues peered up into the night sky as she pushed the door to the morgue open and she leaned a shoulder against the door frame. Raven was stealing herself for the inevitable outcome of bodies as should she see a simple human walking by, the beating heart would lure her in. She knew that she would latch upon them and sink her fangs into a throat, that it would only serve as an appetiser for the hunger that raged within. Why should she care too much? They were only cattle, cattle which served to feed her and her insatiable hunger. Slow steps saw her exit the morgue and a dry tongue moved to slide over gleaming fangs. The woman could only imagine just as to how she looked. Probably like the nightmare that was preached to children, funny how some of those children are probably freaking out because they suddenly realized that such nightmares were real.
Her body sounded like it was creaking with every movement that she made and Raven couldn’t help but listen to the sound. That was until another one caught her interest and her gaze shifted to the sound that carried down along the dark street. It was music to her ears, music that thumped to the sound of the stabbing pain and she shifted her course to follow such music. Did it matter to her that the humans knew about her kind? No. Nothing mattered, nothing except for her burning thirst. One that felt like it had burned a hole through her throat and caused her everlasting pain. ’Th-thump, th-thump, th-thump, th-blood, th-blood, th-death.’ Came the alluring music. The heart beat was the siren and she the sailor who was going to turn this night into a blood moon.
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It had been a few weeks since his brush with death. The gun shoot that nearly took him out of this world for good. He had taken things slow, in his recuperation, did all the things the doctor and the rehab therapist told him he had to do. He was even eating better. No more two pound burgers for lunch. No, he had had his brush with death, and he wasn’t anxious to face it again.
Wilson had even started keeping more sensible hours. No more all nighters, and days fueled by 5 Hour Energies and coffee. He was sleeping better. He was healthier. He had lost some weight. And shock of all shocks, he had stopped drinking. Well, maybe not stopped altogether, but he no longer finished half a fifth every night. He had told himself he needed the alcohol to wind down before bed. But now, after cutting it out except for the occasional nightcap with clients, he even slept better.
Wilson was under the impression that all the healthy things he was doing, was having a positive reaction on him. Usually he could walk down the street and never be noticed. But now, he caught the looks from people. If he really wanted to dissect the details of it, they were probably trying to suss out if he was a vampire or not, since he tended to keep late hours. But when catching their eye, when they perused him, more often than not, he received a smile in return. Sure it was probably relief at realizing he was a human and not a blood sucker about to relieve them of their bodily fluids; but be that as it may, it made Wilson feel pretty damn good to get smiled at.
Tonight however, there were less than the usual number of people on the streets. As he headed to the parking deck to collect his car, he glanced at the watch on his wrist. It was actually later than thought it was. A good two hours later, than he thought. It was nearing one am, no wonder there was no one really out and about. Wilson grimaced. Had he really been so engrossed in his files, that he lost two hours? He would have to keep a better watch on time. He crossed the street against the light, this late at night, there wasn’t enough traffic to warrant using the pedestrian walk/do not walk lights. Three more blocks, and he would be in car headed to his empty apartment.
Wilson had even started keeping more sensible hours. No more all nighters, and days fueled by 5 Hour Energies and coffee. He was sleeping better. He was healthier. He had lost some weight. And shock of all shocks, he had stopped drinking. Well, maybe not stopped altogether, but he no longer finished half a fifth every night. He had told himself he needed the alcohol to wind down before bed. But now, after cutting it out except for the occasional nightcap with clients, he even slept better.
Wilson was under the impression that all the healthy things he was doing, was having a positive reaction on him. Usually he could walk down the street and never be noticed. But now, he caught the looks from people. If he really wanted to dissect the details of it, they were probably trying to suss out if he was a vampire or not, since he tended to keep late hours. But when catching their eye, when they perused him, more often than not, he received a smile in return. Sure it was probably relief at realizing he was a human and not a blood sucker about to relieve them of their bodily fluids; but be that as it may, it made Wilson feel pretty damn good to get smiled at.
Tonight however, there were less than the usual number of people on the streets. As he headed to the parking deck to collect his car, he glanced at the watch on his wrist. It was actually later than thought it was. A good two hours later, than he thought. It was nearing one am, no wonder there was no one really out and about. Wilson grimaced. Had he really been so engrossed in his files, that he lost two hours? He would have to keep a better watch on time. He crossed the street against the light, this late at night, there wasn’t enough traffic to warrant using the pedestrian walk/do not walk lights. Three more blocks, and he would be in car headed to his empty apartment.
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The night was her lover, cool and dark just like her soul. The two danced and created master pieces of death and destruction. It was how she had enjoyed her nights then someone who had called her a friend, said that she could no longer do such things and it pained her to be ripped away from her lover and the many activities that they shared. It also pained her to hear her friend say that she was selfish, that she cared naught for her family and friends, which was why she had locked herself away to prove her devotion to the ones that she realised that she had cared about. Something which had apparently gone unnoticed. A factor that she herself hadn’t missed. However, she was dwelling and the night’s wind drifted across bare skin, carrying the sound of a heart beat along with it.
Raven would have thought it strange that a human was out so late at night, wandering the streets while predators lurked in the darkness willing to sink their fangs into a vein that pumped thick red blood through their bodies. The thought had her sand paper tongue dragging along her bottom lip as she followed the sound of a beating heart. She was so thirsty or hungry, but the woman always called it a thirst that she could never quench. Death lingered at her finger tips and as she spied a man crossing the street, an inevitable smirk found its way to her lips. Old habits kicked in as she leaned her weight against a wall and crossed her arms over her chest. Play, was the word within her mind. It wasn’t unusual to play with her food, in fact, it was quite normal, but this had taken her by surprise.
Pain and thirst was creating a storm within her, but instead, she fell back upon old patterns. Charming really, to know that somewhere, deep down, there was still a shred of herself still instead of the husk that she shambled around in. ”Pray tell old man, why are you walking around at this time of night? Haven’t you heard? Bloodsuckers exist and you…” Her dry tongue stuck out to lick at her even dryer bottom lip, ”Would be good enough to eat by a starving one.” Brown hues flickered over the man as she leaned away from the wall and winced as she started towards the man. He was a blood bag on legs. If he ran, chances were she wouldn’t be able to catch him in her current state, leaving her to go off and kill some other idiot. However, if he stayed, she would simply just kill him… Just because she could and because she was thirsty.
”I tell you what. I’ll give you a chance to run, because I like my games, truly, I do. However, if you stay, chances are, I’ll kill you.” Raven flashed her permanent fangs at the man as if to goad him into action, to push him into running. Why not see what she could do while she was in her pathetic state? Push herself to her limits even though she would more than likely fall over and face plant into the pavement underneath their feet. She was a vampire that threatened the life of a man, a predator that couldn’t even call herself a predator because she was weakened by lack of nourishment. Raven would still find it amusing however if he did run.
Raven would have thought it strange that a human was out so late at night, wandering the streets while predators lurked in the darkness willing to sink their fangs into a vein that pumped thick red blood through their bodies. The thought had her sand paper tongue dragging along her bottom lip as she followed the sound of a beating heart. She was so thirsty or hungry, but the woman always called it a thirst that she could never quench. Death lingered at her finger tips and as she spied a man crossing the street, an inevitable smirk found its way to her lips. Old habits kicked in as she leaned her weight against a wall and crossed her arms over her chest. Play, was the word within her mind. It wasn’t unusual to play with her food, in fact, it was quite normal, but this had taken her by surprise.
Pain and thirst was creating a storm within her, but instead, she fell back upon old patterns. Charming really, to know that somewhere, deep down, there was still a shred of herself still instead of the husk that she shambled around in. ”Pray tell old man, why are you walking around at this time of night? Haven’t you heard? Bloodsuckers exist and you…” Her dry tongue stuck out to lick at her even dryer bottom lip, ”Would be good enough to eat by a starving one.” Brown hues flickered over the man as she leaned away from the wall and winced as she started towards the man. He was a blood bag on legs. If he ran, chances were she wouldn’t be able to catch him in her current state, leaving her to go off and kill some other idiot. However, if he stayed, she would simply just kill him… Just because she could and because she was thirsty.
”I tell you what. I’ll give you a chance to run, because I like my games, truly, I do. However, if you stay, chances are, I’ll kill you.” Raven flashed her permanent fangs at the man as if to goad him into action, to push him into running. Why not see what she could do while she was in her pathetic state? Push herself to her limits even though she would more than likely fall over and face plant into the pavement underneath their feet. She was a vampire that threatened the life of a man, a predator that couldn’t even call herself a predator because she was weakened by lack of nourishment. Raven would still find it amusing however if he did run.
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Wilson was two blocks away, when the redhead spoke and then moved toward him. At first, he didn’t feel any alarm. But that didn’t last as her words continued to an ominous conclusion. Run? He was still recovering from a surgery. A jog, in a well lit room with a spotter, maybe.. But a flat out run? No way in hell was he going to be able to do that and survive. He would probably run two blocks.. And then collapse from heart failure within sight of his car. So yea.. That wasn’t an option. So it looked like he was going to have to make a stand, here, in the street, where hopefully someone else, might pass by and offer enough assistance to make the vampire rethink her plan.
Turning to face her more, as she pushed off the building, Wilson moved back toward the street light, hoping that the light would draw attention to the two of them on the street. Glancing briefly from the redhead to the corner of the building behind her, he saw the CCTV camera aimed his way. He was quickly formulating his strategy. With the hand that held his briefcase, he lift his his hand and pointed to the camera that was filming them. Raising the briefcase had been a strategic move to hide the fact he was reaching for his gun.
“I think the average person would be impressed with your whole queen-of-the-dead-thing you have going, because the use of the fangs was after all a nice touch..” He shrugged grudgingly, “but.. Well,” Wilson smiled at her. You know the kind of smile. It was the polite smile you give someone when you don’t feel like bothering to be nice. It was the kind of smile that said, ‘I would have slept late if I knew this was going to happen’. The kind of smile that clearly showed you weren’t even attempting to care what they thought. “.. It has been a long day. Half my client base are vampires, and even though, I might not be able to kill you..” His free hand pulled out the .44 that had been concealed in his jacket, and then by the briefcase. “But I can hurt you pretty bad.. And should you succeed in ‘eating me’ as you so quaintly put it, you won’t enjoy it. One of my vampire clients assured me, that I would give whomever tried doing that would receive a debilitating gastric upset.”
Letting the words sink in for a moment, Wilson added, “You should accept this as a draw, and we each go our own ways.. “ he nodded toward the camera again.
Turning to face her more, as she pushed off the building, Wilson moved back toward the street light, hoping that the light would draw attention to the two of them on the street. Glancing briefly from the redhead to the corner of the building behind her, he saw the CCTV camera aimed his way. He was quickly formulating his strategy. With the hand that held his briefcase, he lift his his hand and pointed to the camera that was filming them. Raising the briefcase had been a strategic move to hide the fact he was reaching for his gun.
“I think the average person would be impressed with your whole queen-of-the-dead-thing you have going, because the use of the fangs was after all a nice touch..” He shrugged grudgingly, “but.. Well,” Wilson smiled at her. You know the kind of smile. It was the polite smile you give someone when you don’t feel like bothering to be nice. It was the kind of smile that said, ‘I would have slept late if I knew this was going to happen’. The kind of smile that clearly showed you weren’t even attempting to care what they thought. “.. It has been a long day. Half my client base are vampires, and even though, I might not be able to kill you..” His free hand pulled out the .44 that had been concealed in his jacket, and then by the briefcase. “But I can hurt you pretty bad.. And should you succeed in ‘eating me’ as you so quaintly put it, you won’t enjoy it. One of my vampire clients assured me, that I would give whomever tried doing that would receive a debilitating gastric upset.”
Letting the words sink in for a moment, Wilson added, “You should accept this as a draw, and we each go our own ways.. “ he nodded toward the camera again.
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Raven had the intention to hunt and to kill the man before her. Every bone in her body was aching, craving for the release of the physical pain that she had been in for months, but then the man lifted his hand and his brown gaze followed his line of sight and noticed the CCTV camera. A curse was quick to form upon her lips as she bared her fangs at the man once more. However, he had begun to speak and it was then that he revealed the gun held in his hand. The vampire couldn’t help but laugh. A pale hand gripped at her stomach as pain flashed with her movements but she didn’t care at that point. Sure, a gunshot would hurt, but she was already in pain, pain that he was trying to say would be magnified and would insure that she would simply rip his head off.
”Stupid human,” Raven finally managed as she straightened up her stance. ”Confession, I am the worst of the vampire ’community.’” She said with air quotations. ”Before you humans realised that we even existed, I feasted and killed upon many criminals. Then, someone who I once thought of as a friend, said that I would have to change my ways once you humans realised that we were more than mere myth. I haven’t fed, nor satisfied my need to kill in months.” Slowly, she walked towards the man and if he didn’t move, she moved close enough so then the muzzle of his weapon pressed against her chest. ”My permanent fangs are the result of such events. I have… many needs that need fulfilling. If I can’t drink your blood, you’re not worth feasting on, but you are worth killing.” Brown hues peered at the man’s face, all trace of amusement no longer apparent upon her lips. Instead she almost dared the man to pull that damn trigger, to send her over the edge.
Already she had learned just as to who her friends really were and they were no one. History told her to trust no one and that was behaviour that she was quickly falling back upon. No longer did she feel any need to fit in, to have a family or friends. It was all over-rated. Twice had she failed on both fronts. Fool her once, shame on them; fool her twice, shame on her. There wasn’t going to be a third time, regardless of the saying, third times the lucky charm. She didn’t believe in luck, only actions. What did she have to lose at the moment from revealing the fact that she was a killer vampire with no regard for human life? Nothing, except maybe permanent death, but she was beyond caring about that. Death and she had an on and off relationship at this point.
”Killing you in front of a camera wouldn’t bother me one bit, although it would be a shame though, because it would be a waste of blood which I assume would probably taste horrible from what you have told me. So spill it will. After all, I don’t have anything to lose. Which in turns, bring me to question something. At what point made this a tie that would be worthwhile walking away from? The Realm, pain and even permanent death doesn’t scare me. So, neither do you, human.” A familiar smirk fell into place, one that she always wore. Raven itched to lift her hands to grasp at his hair and to rip fangs through his throat to slash that jugular open and feel the warmth of gushing, thick red liquid. Slowly, her gaze lowered to the sound of his heart. A sound that was alluring like the moon was to the mythical werewolf. Th-thump. Th-thump. Th-thump.” ”Death is so final sometimes, or you could look at it this way, death is just the beginning for you.” The vampire mumbled. "It is though... A waste of blood. Perhaps it would feel better to turn you instead. Either way, I get to kill you."
”Stupid human,” Raven finally managed as she straightened up her stance. ”Confession, I am the worst of the vampire ’community.’” She said with air quotations. ”Before you humans realised that we even existed, I feasted and killed upon many criminals. Then, someone who I once thought of as a friend, said that I would have to change my ways once you humans realised that we were more than mere myth. I haven’t fed, nor satisfied my need to kill in months.” Slowly, she walked towards the man and if he didn’t move, she moved close enough so then the muzzle of his weapon pressed against her chest. ”My permanent fangs are the result of such events. I have… many needs that need fulfilling. If I can’t drink your blood, you’re not worth feasting on, but you are worth killing.” Brown hues peered at the man’s face, all trace of amusement no longer apparent upon her lips. Instead she almost dared the man to pull that damn trigger, to send her over the edge.
Already she had learned just as to who her friends really were and they were no one. History told her to trust no one and that was behaviour that she was quickly falling back upon. No longer did she feel any need to fit in, to have a family or friends. It was all over-rated. Twice had she failed on both fronts. Fool her once, shame on them; fool her twice, shame on her. There wasn’t going to be a third time, regardless of the saying, third times the lucky charm. She didn’t believe in luck, only actions. What did she have to lose at the moment from revealing the fact that she was a killer vampire with no regard for human life? Nothing, except maybe permanent death, but she was beyond caring about that. Death and she had an on and off relationship at this point.
”Killing you in front of a camera wouldn’t bother me one bit, although it would be a shame though, because it would be a waste of blood which I assume would probably taste horrible from what you have told me. So spill it will. After all, I don’t have anything to lose. Which in turns, bring me to question something. At what point made this a tie that would be worthwhile walking away from? The Realm, pain and even permanent death doesn’t scare me. So, neither do you, human.” A familiar smirk fell into place, one that she always wore. Raven itched to lift her hands to grasp at his hair and to rip fangs through his throat to slash that jugular open and feel the warmth of gushing, thick red liquid. Slowly, her gaze lowered to the sound of his heart. A sound that was alluring like the moon was to the mythical werewolf. Th-thump. Th-thump. Th-thump.” ”Death is so final sometimes, or you could look at it this way, death is just the beginning for you.” The vampire mumbled. "It is though... A waste of blood. Perhaps it would feel better to turn you instead. Either way, I get to kill you."
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Well hell. His bluff didn’t work. But he wasn’t about to give up. No he wasn’t going to die without a fight. The gun barrel that was pressed against her chest, was chambered. All he had to do was pull the trigger and a .44 caliber slug would tear a hole straight through her. However, Wilson was an attorney. The CCTV recording would be be grainy and without sound, It would look like he instigated this encounter instead of the other way round. That is.. If he survived it. The two edged sword. The recording he had hoped would buy him a reprieve was also the one that could hang him. He could see the headlines now, Harper Rock Attorney on Trial for Inflicting Bodily Harm to a Minority!
No, the odds were not in Wilson’s favor either way. One way he is dead. The other way, he is defamed for subjugating a member of a minority populace that did nothing but speak to him. Oh sure he could argue she was threatening to kill him. But he had no doubt she would show up and play the wounded victim, pandering to the left wing ‘lets all be friends’ crowd.. His reputation and business was all he had. He would almost rather be dead than to his everything he had worked for destroyed because this particular chick had a hard on for violence and she wanted to use him as a target.
She made it clear, it wasn’t him in particular, he just happened to be handy. What had happened to her, to make her believe that violence would soothe her hurt? Wilson had plenty of experience with seeing people at their worst. He had been a defence attorney, until deciding he needed a change and moved into business law. But in those formative years, Wilson saw enough hurt and broken souls that he could recognize it on a person, as if they were wearing a sign that proclaimed it. This girl, vampire though she may be, was hurting. He had always tried to understand why people lashed out violently at others when they were hurt. It wasn’t in his nature to do that, so he struggled with that reasoning.
“Before you .. attempt to kill me.. Help me understand something. I would feel my life was wasted if died without knowing this. So humor me, please.” He didn’t move the gun. He kept it pressed into her chest, finger on the trigger. “What is it.. From your point of view, that makes you think lashing out at others will solve anything? You accept that you cannot feed from me without negative consequences, you will get a hole blown through you that will also give you negative consequences, yet you..” He gave her a truly perplexed look, “persist because of.. What? What is it you gain, that outweighs all that negative?”
No, the odds were not in Wilson’s favor either way. One way he is dead. The other way, he is defamed for subjugating a member of a minority populace that did nothing but speak to him. Oh sure he could argue she was threatening to kill him. But he had no doubt she would show up and play the wounded victim, pandering to the left wing ‘lets all be friends’ crowd.. His reputation and business was all he had. He would almost rather be dead than to his everything he had worked for destroyed because this particular chick had a hard on for violence and she wanted to use him as a target.
She made it clear, it wasn’t him in particular, he just happened to be handy. What had happened to her, to make her believe that violence would soothe her hurt? Wilson had plenty of experience with seeing people at their worst. He had been a defence attorney, until deciding he needed a change and moved into business law. But in those formative years, Wilson saw enough hurt and broken souls that he could recognize it on a person, as if they were wearing a sign that proclaimed it. This girl, vampire though she may be, was hurting. He had always tried to understand why people lashed out violently at others when they were hurt. It wasn’t in his nature to do that, so he struggled with that reasoning.
“Before you .. attempt to kill me.. Help me understand something. I would feel my life was wasted if died without knowing this. So humor me, please.” He didn’t move the gun. He kept it pressed into her chest, finger on the trigger. “What is it.. From your point of view, that makes you think lashing out at others will solve anything? You accept that you cannot feed from me without negative consequences, you will get a hole blown through you that will also give you negative consequences, yet you..” He gave her a truly perplexed look, “persist because of.. What? What is it you gain, that outweighs all that negative?”
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Raven hadn’t expected to give a reason for anything, at least not to someone who she had just basically said that she would kill. A blink was given then as her jaw slackened. How could someone’s life be wasted if they didn’t know something? Hell, if that was the case, her whole life had been wasted because she had never truly been a part of something. Never truly knew what lasting trust was. All that she did know, was the ever present loyalty that she felt to Clover. Whether that was returned or not, was constantly questioned. Friends came and went, just like human lives did. She stood there underneath a lamp post with a gun pressed to her chest and all she felt, was nothing. Pain had smothered any loneliness that she had previously felt within her own isolation and left nothing in its wake. It was hollow and dead within, dead just like her heart was. There was no beat.
A slow exhaled escaped as she closed her lips. ”The answer? I gain nothing. There is nothing to gain from killing you. Absolutely none. When you humans found out that we existed permanent death was something that was in the cards for me. Death at the hands of my very own kind.” A chuckle escaped her lips then as she lowered her gaze to the gun for a moment. Oh yes, Enzo had warned her of such and she honestly couldn’t tell if he would be happy if that did happen or not. She still couldn’t. ”All because I’m a monster, a monster born in blood. I should have died twice when I was human. Death and I have a relationship that you would say is ‘complicated.’” The smirk returned to her lips then as she lifted her gaze to view the man in thought for a moment.
”I have nothing to gain from this, but in reality, it doesn’t matter if it does get worse, because it never seems to get better. Here I stand and there is nothing stopping me from ripping your throat out, because those that once stood in my way have long ago forgotten about me. I’m a shadow, a shadow that seems to move in and out of people’s lives without so much as a thought. A shadow that can also command the shadows that surround us.” A slow pale hand rose to lightly grasp at the gun’s barrel. ”So please do, shoot.” A chuckle of humour parted her lips, ”I just don’t have to be close to you to kill you. Humans bleed out so easy if you know where to slice.”
She paused as she slowly slid her tongue down one of her fangs as she wondered if it was worth it regardless of the negative outcomes to simply bite and drain the man anyway. Even if she did kill him and didn’t drink from him, she was looking at permanent death regardless. Now that she thought about it, not being able to quench her thirst after starving so long wouldn’t be at all that satisfying and she couldn’t guarantee that she wouldn’t drink his blood even after she had killed him. The desire for blood was quite strong and heavy at that point. The vampire released his weapon then and took a few slow steps backwards so then her back pressed against the wall directly underneath the security camera. Raven knew that she could have decreased the security within the area if she had wanted to, but that wouldn’t be fair on him. He was playing the game so well by pretending to care about her motives.
”So now that you are quite well informed of my motives that you pretend to care about, you can run along… But I would watch the shadows if I was you.” She warned as the smirk upon her lips widened further.
A slow exhaled escaped as she closed her lips. ”The answer? I gain nothing. There is nothing to gain from killing you. Absolutely none. When you humans found out that we existed permanent death was something that was in the cards for me. Death at the hands of my very own kind.” A chuckle escaped her lips then as she lowered her gaze to the gun for a moment. Oh yes, Enzo had warned her of such and she honestly couldn’t tell if he would be happy if that did happen or not. She still couldn’t. ”All because I’m a monster, a monster born in blood. I should have died twice when I was human. Death and I have a relationship that you would say is ‘complicated.’” The smirk returned to her lips then as she lifted her gaze to view the man in thought for a moment.
”I have nothing to gain from this, but in reality, it doesn’t matter if it does get worse, because it never seems to get better. Here I stand and there is nothing stopping me from ripping your throat out, because those that once stood in my way have long ago forgotten about me. I’m a shadow, a shadow that seems to move in and out of people’s lives without so much as a thought. A shadow that can also command the shadows that surround us.” A slow pale hand rose to lightly grasp at the gun’s barrel. ”So please do, shoot.” A chuckle of humour parted her lips, ”I just don’t have to be close to you to kill you. Humans bleed out so easy if you know where to slice.”
She paused as she slowly slid her tongue down one of her fangs as she wondered if it was worth it regardless of the negative outcomes to simply bite and drain the man anyway. Even if she did kill him and didn’t drink from him, she was looking at permanent death regardless. Now that she thought about it, not being able to quench her thirst after starving so long wouldn’t be at all that satisfying and she couldn’t guarantee that she wouldn’t drink his blood even after she had killed him. The desire for blood was quite strong and heavy at that point. The vampire released his weapon then and took a few slow steps backwards so then her back pressed against the wall directly underneath the security camera. Raven knew that she could have decreased the security within the area if she had wanted to, but that wouldn’t be fair on him. He was playing the game so well by pretending to care about her motives.
”So now that you are quite well informed of my motives that you pretend to care about, you can run along… But I would watch the shadows if I was you.” She warned as the smirk upon her lips widened further.
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Re: A Hunger to Remember [Open]
Wilson’s eyes never left her face as she spoke. She seemed amused, but Wilson could it was one of those amusement looks that people used to hide their real feelings. Feelings like pain. As he stared at her, listening, he could not help but see how young she really was. Too young to have that kind of soul crushing pain. But she was also very worldwise. Her comment on knowing where to slice, was not an idle threat. He noticed how her eyes flicked to the vulnerable area, before sliding knowingly back to his face. He swallowed hard, trying not to show how very scared he was.
When she told him to run along, Wilson lost no time. Sure she was probably going to give chase, but he would take what he given. Questions raced through his mind, run? Or would that be an outward admission to the fact he fully expected to die? If he took her at her word, and calmly moved on, would that not be more respectful? Why did he even care if he was respectful to her? She just threatened to kill him for no reason at all?
Wilson couldn’t make sense of it, to himself. But he felt it was important for to know at least .. someone, would take her at her word. So with a purposeful, measured stride, Wilson started walking.. Yes walking to the parking deck, where his car waited. He paused and looked back at her, “My name is Jackson Wilson. I am an attorney. I am in the directory, should ever need an attorney.” Turning back around, Wilson carried on to the parking deck, part of him knowing he probably wouldn’t feel what killed him.
When she told him to run along, Wilson lost no time. Sure she was probably going to give chase, but he would take what he given. Questions raced through his mind, run? Or would that be an outward admission to the fact he fully expected to die? If he took her at her word, and calmly moved on, would that not be more respectful? Why did he even care if he was respectful to her? She just threatened to kill him for no reason at all?
Wilson couldn’t make sense of it, to himself. But he felt it was important for to know at least .. someone, would take her at her word. So with a purposeful, measured stride, Wilson started walking.. Yes walking to the parking deck, where his car waited. He paused and looked back at her, “My name is Jackson Wilson. I am an attorney. I am in the directory, should ever need an attorney.” Turning back around, Wilson carried on to the parking deck, part of him knowing he probably wouldn’t feel what killed him.
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Raven Talius
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Re: A Hunger to Remember [Open]
Raven watched the man and almost expected him to run almost as soon as she told him to run. The vampire wouldn’t give chase mostly because if she did, she wasn’t sure whether in her weakened state, she wouldn’t fall back onto basic feral behaviours. One that would see the man as nothing but simply cattle. Cattle which wasn’t meant to be spoken to. Slowly, she exhaled only to perk a brow as soon as the man turned back to give her his name and said that he was in the directory. Does he even have any self-preservation? She asked herself. He was the strangest scared human that she had come across. First, he had wanted to know her motives and now he wanted to… Represent her? Did he even know what he was getting himself into? The vampire had killed many humans and was considered to be a serial killer. One who faced permanent death more often now that humans knew about vampires.
”You really should be careful just as to what you ask for… Wilson.” The vampire said softly as her brown eyes followed the man’s back for a moment well aware of the security camera above her position that was also watching his back. Thirst brought her back then and she knew that it was time to address her weakened state, before **** hit the fan all over again. Slowly, she summoned the shadows with a great deal of effort and they swirled around her for a moment before her form slipped into them, simply becoming invisible to the seeking eye. The woman didn’t exactly want to be disturbed and she didn’t want her dinner to spot her before she got her fangs into their neck. Raven didn’t want this scenario to repeat itself.
After all, if she did allow it to repeat itself, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep herself from slipping. Slipping into a more feral like state and it was draining, physically and mentally. Blood, it was strongly upon the mind as she moved to shrug off the wall that she had perched herself against. It was also one of the reasons why she had surfaced. Not just because she realised that no one cared about her absence, but also because she didn’t exactly want to become feral. At least not yet, because she still wanted to enjoy the hunts where she chased her victims. Chased them down the many alleys where they would meet their deaths. Oh she enjoyed the chase, because the faster they ran, the more that they tried to escape, adrenaline would pump hard and fast through their veins. The quickened heart beat was music to her ears, not to mention the fact that the blood tasted divine.
Oh yes, the human didn’t know what he was saying, didn’t realise that if she had been stronger, if she had been in the right frame of mind, the woman probably would have killed him regardless of his questions. Why she hadn’t killed him regardless, was still a mystery to her, simply because she knew that she didn’t care about what anyone wanted from her anymore. The vampire was done playing by other people’s rules. This raven was finding her wings and the streets would find that the raven would visit certain alleys where death was likely to take place. To let terror of the bird fly amongst the criminals once more. The woman walked forwards, knowing that the camera nor the man would see her leave.
”You really should be careful just as to what you ask for… Wilson.” The vampire said softly as her brown eyes followed the man’s back for a moment well aware of the security camera above her position that was also watching his back. Thirst brought her back then and she knew that it was time to address her weakened state, before **** hit the fan all over again. Slowly, she summoned the shadows with a great deal of effort and they swirled around her for a moment before her form slipped into them, simply becoming invisible to the seeking eye. The woman didn’t exactly want to be disturbed and she didn’t want her dinner to spot her before she got her fangs into their neck. Raven didn’t want this scenario to repeat itself.
After all, if she did allow it to repeat itself, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep herself from slipping. Slipping into a more feral like state and it was draining, physically and mentally. Blood, it was strongly upon the mind as she moved to shrug off the wall that she had perched herself against. It was also one of the reasons why she had surfaced. Not just because she realised that no one cared about her absence, but also because she didn’t exactly want to become feral. At least not yet, because she still wanted to enjoy the hunts where she chased her victims. Chased them down the many alleys where they would meet their deaths. Oh she enjoyed the chase, because the faster they ran, the more that they tried to escape, adrenaline would pump hard and fast through their veins. The quickened heart beat was music to her ears, not to mention the fact that the blood tasted divine.
Oh yes, the human didn’t know what he was saying, didn’t realise that if she had been stronger, if she had been in the right frame of mind, the woman probably would have killed him regardless of his questions. Why she hadn’t killed him regardless, was still a mystery to her, simply because she knew that she didn’t care about what anyone wanted from her anymore. The vampire was done playing by other people’s rules. This raven was finding her wings and the streets would find that the raven would visit certain alleys where death was likely to take place. To let terror of the bird fly amongst the criminals once more. The woman walked forwards, knowing that the camera nor the man would see her leave.