Grey Clues [MM]

[Mason]

The vampire wasn't willing to let up, it kept going. This time sending concrete her way. That part was minor, she didn't even try to do more then flick it away with a hand blinking rapidly to get the dust out of her eyes as she took a step back to avoid the rest. But that wouldn't be his only attack, as he lunged in an attempt to get his nails into her torso. She could dodge probably, but if she did, she'd also miss a chance for a good attack. She had to risk it.

She tried to dodge but knew it'd still hit her, she felt the nails cut into the front of her stomach. That didn't go so well. But even as it did, she sent a few shots down towards its head hoping that it would either kill it or at least make it weaker so that they'd be able to take it down sooner now.

If she succeeded, while she'd be injured and in need of blood. The vampire would be in even more danger itself. Probably with more impaired vision and/or awareness. Which should help them deal with it. As well as having lost even more blood from the serious wound.

If however she failed, Mason would get a wound in her stomach that would send her to the ground as she gripped it. Before trying to get back up again though in considerable pain as her body leaked that ever important red liquid.

[Ismael Skhaos]

Mason's ballsy play was worth it as she not only put some good holes through it's upper body, but also into its eye and ear making it half blind and deaf. It pulls its claw out and away as it starts to just throw slash after slash wildly to try and catch Mason with one, yet before it can get its slashes into a rhythm Ismael comes rushing over and goes to slam his knife into its tempol to try and put it down for good.

If Ismael succeeds he will take it down to the ground and most likely finish it off.

If he fails he will probably get slashed and thrown across the room. Again.

[Storyteller]

==========AUTOMATED POST==========

Ismael Skhaos attempted to fight a standard enemy, but the attempt was a failure!

[Mason]

A successful attack. Again came Ismael and Mason was almost hopeful for this one. And he proceeded to get thrown across the room as more blood wafted from him into their noses. Oh that was invigorating! Whether or not she'd even tasted it yet it was like a source of energy to her to want to finish this fast. Of course, it was also to the other vampire she was fighting. But he was in a worse condition then she was.

The creature was swinging wildly at her. She wanted to end this and end it fast. As it swung at her she'd attempt to leap back, and then she'd bring her gun up again, this time attempting to fire several shots into the creatures head. Enough to practically destroy it while emptying the magazine before she could reload.

If successful the creature would be dead, as a vampire could be at least. Too broken to be able to actually act anymore with its brain destroyed as it would be. And Mason would clutch her already injured side and prepare to walk towards Ismael.

If however she failed, Mason would recieve several slashes tearing up the coat that already had one in the side even further. And causing her to bleed onto the ground as she attempted to back away from the injuries that she kept recieving.

[Storyteller]

==========AUTOMATED POST==========

Mason attempted to fight a tough enemy, and was successful!

[Ismael Skhaos]

Mason wanted this thing dead before she bleeds out from this stomach gash she just got. So she leap back and away from the flurry of slashes, she then brought up her gun, this trying to fire every single shot left in the magazine into the creatures head turning it into Swiss cheese. Round after round she started going into a haze, the delicious sent of Ismael's sweet blood, the intense pain she is going through, and the fear of death all forming into a fogginess that left her mind nearly blank.

Then once that noticeable clicking sound went off Mason's haze left as she is now staring at what is a bloody corpse of what was a vampire, now just a body full of holes. The haze left yet now an intense thirst has filled her, she is losing quite a bit of blood and is near such a great source of food. She began to head over to Ismael finding his scent more and more potent as he has multiple open wounds. Such a pungent smell would just fill her mind.

While for Ismael, he was staring at the ceiling again, wonderful. As he sat up he saw Mason finish of the Vampire, chuckling realizing how useless he was he starts to take his layers off, first his long sleeve, then his under shirt to show a man with good muscle mass and many scars and stitches. He takes a short breath realizing that broken rib is kinda bad, as he starts cutting long strips out of his under shirt to use as bandages. When Mason gets near Ismael with a soft and warm smile, "Hey you aren't too worst from ware". After Using a good portion of his under shirt to close off his wounds, thankfully they were in the same area, he started to take parts of his long sleeve to make bandages for her stomach.

He's happy, she isn't too bad off, a stomach wound for vampires shouldn't be fatal, on what he knows, The ones to fear should be the head and heart as those places should still be vital organs, even for vampires. They just seem to be able to take more to their vital organs than humans. As they are able to heal.

[Mason]

Mason walked closer as she saw him remove his shirt to create bandages. His coat had certainly been slashed up a bit as well, but that wasn't the problem here. The problem was that she now was bleeding, and Ismael'd blood smelled ever so sweet. Like just a taste of it would send shivers of delight down ones spine. His removal of his shirt only furthered that idea as she got a clear look at his wounds.

She might hate vampirism itself. But as much as she despised it, she too was a vampire. And that meant blood was just ever so tempting. Especially blood like that.

Her mind told her to stop, but her body wanted to feed. The two sides of her fought for control. Each taking their side as she got closer. Even if she did feed, it wouldn't kill him, and he should forget it like humans were supposed to when they were fed on. But she needed blood. But was it right? But, but, but.

Resist as she might, the scent of blood, the loss of her own, was not something she was able to stop herself form acting upon. She'd rush forwards and attempt to pin him to the ground. Eyes seeing nothing but blood as she'd try to go to slip her fangs into his neck. He shouldn't remember it anyway right? And he had blood to spare right?

Instincts take over when your body tells them too. Sometimes, actions you make aren't based upon what you want or choose, but what your body decides is best. And for Mason, though ever so rarely. Sometimes that meant the vampiric nature within.

[Ismael Skhaos]

Ismael was in mid stand as he met Mason's eyes he let off a light smile before realizing he saw that no one was home. He tried to stand up and dive, but with his broken rib he was too slow as he felt both of her hands lock onto his wrists and slam them to the floor as she gets on top of him. When he body hits the floor he felt his ribs start screaming as he lets a bloody and loudly roar, "FUC-K!". He tried to move his hands to get his knives, no good, she was too strong. Then he tried to kick her in her wound to get her off, but he couldn't get a leg up high enough to go for her stomach. Finally his only real action, he goes to slam his head with as much force as he can. Anything ANYTHING he can do to get out of this.

Ismael knew his body was hurting, he knew it and being hurt even more, but that doesn't matter. Right now Ismael was in fight or flight, and Ismael has only one choice. Even with his very limited forms of attack he will still fight even if it only annoyed her, but that can't stop a vampire and Ismael knows this, but maybe he could...he doesn't really knows what he is going for. He knows he is using his power to fight with all the strength he can muster. And in all honesty it ain't much in his current circumstance.

[Mason]

Mason managed to pin him down in spite of his attempts at first to escape. He managed to headbutt her but...well she'd had worse. She needed to feed and whatever bit of Mason was in there was forced down by that urgent desire to not be empty. A necessity to feed on something that smelled so good.

Down came the fangs into the humans neck, and in came the blood. There it was, that life giving red flow. Sweet and perfect. Delicious and addictive. Mason wasn't in her right mind. In fact, if she was and had made the choice to feed. This should have been much easier, as a mystic she had an ability perfect for putting humans into a trance. She wasn't though, all she could think on, was the blood she was sucking out of Ismaels neck.

Her mind slowly began to come back to her, very slowly. As he eyes closed as she kept drawing. Until her awareness began to tell her what she was doing. Feeding, not on a blood bag. Not on a pig, no rabbit or rat. Her eyes opened in realization and she pulled away watching as the wound sealed up and she put a hand over her mouth, tasting still the remnants of blood on her tongue and throat. One side of her felt like it was just another good meal, a really good one. The other one realized in horror.

She looked at him and his injuries and gritted her teeth, absently licking the blood off her lips before holding her hands over his body and focusing. It would take a lot of anima but she had to try something. To heal him up, to apologize, and to stop that smell that would threaten once again if she ended up losing more blood. She shut her eyes and focused on using up her anima causing one of his sets of injuries to heal over so long as they weren't critical. It was a power she'd used on herself but almost never on others, she wasn't exactly the healer type.

After she was done she'd schooch closer trying to see how he was. Usually they were unconscious for a short time after having been fed on. She gripped her stomach, it was still hurt. But it'd heal, and she had gotten back the blood she needed...at the price of taking it from Ismael.

"I'm so sorry...I...I didn't mean to. I was just so hungry...I'm sorry" she muttered quietly trying to see how it'd go.

[Ismael Skhaos]

No matter how much he struggled it wasn't enough. Mason did not recourse as she dung her fangs into his neck. Ismael felt the blood begin to be sucked from him as his eyes begin to haze and his mind began to blank. There is only one thing that was left, before that too was wiped from him, 'Why?'.

As he was now unconscious and in his own mind he had a vision of his Mothers and himself when he was a child, both of them standing over him, yet they weren't looking at him. He only saw their backs and saw them yelling. As he goes to look past them, all he saw was droves and droves of people, strange people. Some with large fangs, some with strange looks and appendages, and some even other worldly. Yet he felt pure fear of them all as they all looked towards him and hungered. Soon enough the swarm collapsed on them as he awoken in a cold sweat.

Ismael lurched up and yelled out in pain, "NOOO!". As he feels his ribs still broken he lurches to his side and winces in pain. As he begins to look around as he sees himself next to Mason, in this smog filled building, and a corpse in front of him Ismael realizes he's awake. He looks at mason and checks her, "Hey are you ok!? You're not hurt are you?". Not realizing he has already awoken before hand not even realizing he was bitten by Mason, he doesn't even realize he tried to bandage himself already from a wound that has already healed. as he hears Mason muttering he says, "Hey are you ok? Come on, you didn't get me hurt, I was the one who said he wanted to do it anyway". Thinking she was muttering to herself that he got hurt because of her own short comings, many people do that at times like this.