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She sits next to him and he wants to ready himself to attack her but he doesn't, instead he just sort of sits there with her and keeps his eyes on her. She is a paranormal hunter and he wonders if the woman hunts vampires and if she does, does she kill them? These are questions he doesn't want to ask her yet. The only reason is because he doesn't want her to know that he is a vampire of any kind. His hands move to the dagger at the boot which is up on the knee of his leg. He looks to her and presses the knife against her thigh. The blade there is designed to not only let her know that she is entirely too close to him but also that he doesn't take to well to someone being so pushy about the things that he knows. In away it is also to let her know that if he were to tell her he would have to kill her.

She says that she wants the truth and her tone changes and he glares at her. He's not sure if she's more annoying when she's being inquisitive or if she's being straight with him and asking him person to person. The matter that she thinks she can get a tone with him and him not get irritated with her is almost funny. There is indeed something more she says as she almost points to his shadow. The male looks to the shadow himself that is now sitting a few feet away from him or rather moving that way. The phone rings again and then she picks it up. If it were not for the fact that the two of them are at a table in a bar full of human he would have crushed the bones in her hand. Speaking to her boss she says something about her being safe and then she hangs up. She shakes his head a little bit.

She goes on about something the boss wants and what the boss wants she wants. Some sort of ******** that she thinks is going to get his attention. Well she has it. She has his attention and he can almost promise that it's not something that she should have tried so hard to get. It's the matter that she's still in town and hasn't left yet. Not to mention the fact that she is still questioning him when all he wants is for her to leave and not die. It's not that he thinks she has potential. If she had potential in something other then being undead, she'd be dead and burned. Drumming the fingers of his hand there he takes a breath into his lungs again trying to keep up appearances and the masquerade. So he turns to her with the blade still at her thigh. He doesn't press it so that it cuts into her, no just has it held there. He attempts to get her eyes' attention.

Finally he makes eye contact with her as she sits and he takes a breath for the rest of the room. Expending a bit of his energy, not sure how to describe it himself. His eyes in contact he looks at her. “Pull out your phone, call your 'boss man' tell him you dug deeper. There is nothing to find. You were wrong.” His eyes leer into hers as he tells her this. He's sure that the power will take affect so he leans back waiting for her to get done. Then he looks to her again. “You want the truth? Because knowledge comes at a price.”

His eyes move over to her as she makes the call and then he nods his head up and down, surprisingly the command to her had set in and he's a little pleased with this. This is the one power that vampires in lore have had that he has. For instance the power in movies that vampires have used to memorize their victims and often other humans. Each word she speaks makes him grin until she turns back to him. The knife at her thigh hasn't been sharpened and he's sure that it couldn't kill her at first, just eventually if infection or tetanus sets in. She speaks to him with some curses leaving her lips. He doesn't know what to say to her just that he thinks he should kill her anyway. Although, as annoying as her persistence is, it's rather impressive. Lost in this thought he almost doesn't hear her speaking to him about knowledge always having a price. The phone rings again, and Axel looks down at it. It buzzes and crawls along the table. Finally he snatches it off and grips it so that the screen cracks. The power of his fist breaks the plastic, surely damaging it's functionality.

Again he waits for her to have eye contact with her again, being sure to get it this time. Once the gaze is met he gives an order, his voice is slow and low enough to only she can hear him. “You will follow me, keep quiet, and don't speak until I turn to face you completely.” He hopes that his command is simple enough so that she could follow. Standing from the table he moves to go around it and looks back to her, not turning completely, as he doesn't want her to do anything but follow. He looks to her from the peripherals. She is following him so he nods his head and starts to move toward the place where zombies run free. Opening the manhole he moves down, looking up to make sure she is following after him. Once down the tunnel he makes his way there and then back up to the surface once in the quarantine zone. As soon as he sees a zombie in the distance he turns to face her.

“Now that we are here in this place, you can ask any question you want, but know now you will not be returning. This will be your grave, and I will be your executioner.” The bug infested hands move to his pockets and he waits. The blades on his body lay ready to take her, and if she thinks about getting smart and running off she will find that he is much faster and stronger than she is. Axel at this point stops breathing he stops all things that would make him look otherwise human. He looks as if he is a flesh and hair statue much like those that are made of wax in museums of that sort. He's getting ready for any question she may have, and the eventual kill.

When his eyes meet hers he can see that her face displays the look of the returning of consciousness and being able to think for herself. Maybe she'll be smart and keep her eyes away from his this time. Maybe twice will be enough for her to have learned her lesson. She breathes and he waits for her to speak as it is not his show at the moment. His show is what comes after she gets the information that she wants. She says something about him not killing her last night and that is because he gave her a chance to leave before **** hit the fan. She, however, didn't like that and had to stay and try to bring her friends. It's not that he wants something from her, and he shakes his head a little bit. He doesn't speak though, just looks her over. She creams and then asks about the zombie. His hand raises to speak, but he lowers it back down because she goes to speak again.

Her eyes meet with his again and he shakes his head, thinking that she apparently hasn't learned at all. This is fine he won't bother using the power again, as he has her where he wants her. It's not like she can get away now. His eyes look to her because she has addressed him as 'creature of the night', and it almost makes him chuckle at her, but he stifles it. He doesn't have to lie to her any longer because, again, he has her where he wants her and she won't live to tell anyone about it, not anyone that isn't already a spirit in the realm, if there are any of them left that aren't being feasted upon by dead vampires. He taps his foot then starts to pace quietly trying to think of where to start to explain exactly what is going on in the city. “Alright”, his voice isn't reluctant anymore, it's more one of joy and happiness that he will soon end another human life. It's like he's an addict.

Now that she is done asking questions he turns to the thing behind him and then back to her. “That is a zombie, yes they exist.” His statement is cold and rather matter-of-fact. He looks at the woman and then readies himself to continue the statements that he has to give her in order to give her the information that she wants. “Being that you called me a creature of the night”, he pauses and locks gaze with her again, “by the way, don't call me that. Makes me feel like a hooker. I'm far from. My victims don't die slowly of some STD, no I make sure they die swiftly after I feed.” He nods his head in her direction and then shakes it back and forth. “Being that you called me that, I assume that you understand what I am.” This assumption is safe as far as he is concerned. “There are also: super human vampire hunters, thieves of the blood of vampires, monstrous aberrations of skin and mouths and eyes, ancient skeletons, and wraiths....” He takes a second, “Wraiths are ghosts of vampires, and spirits.”

The two blue eyes gaze over her and she is quiet for a very long time and it makes him wonder what exactly is going on in her head. There is something processing up there and at this point he wishes that he were like Felicity who has the powers of telepathy. That way he could do his best to follow the thoughts of the woman before him. Though he's sure that she is sort of accepting some sort of fate. This is new for him, as he wasn't given the chance to accept his fate before being turned, not that he's sure he wants to turn this mortal. It's just that before his death he wasn't given a chance to think about it. Neither are many of his victims. They all sort of die in a hurried rate due to tremendous amount of blood loss. The ones that he has tortured with his significant other, though while they die slowly, they are usually too afraid, he's sure to manage coherent thought. Those victims just sort of scream and cry out begging not to die. Though they are the most fun.

As the woman before him stands in an almost stunned silence for a few moment, just after his speaking he thinks about what would have gone through his head in his final moments. That is, were he to know that they it were going to be moments before his death. He thinks about the last moment, sitting in the chair and having the tattoo done. Those thoughts were pretty simple. The pain an almost numbing euphoria. After that, he knows, was the moment of the initial impact of fangs. His mind wanders what he would have said or thought if Jesse had given him some warning about his death. The thoughts probably would have been one of acceptance as a death at that time was the greatest moment in his life to go. The thing is that the male is on that cusp of fame where if he had died any later then his work would have suffered. Lately, he's seen there be publishing of his short stories in novel form all bunched up together. Like Vincent van Gogh or Kurt Cobain. Just like them, Axel's work's popularity rose after the point of death. This is a win win in his case, where he gets the powers of vampirsm and popularity of his work.

Her question brings a smile to his lips as he thinks about just how he is going to kill her. He has to think about it because he is yet unsure of the exact perimeters of her death. This isn't because he hasn't thought about the death of the woman. No, oh no, he has of course gone out of his way in the mental aspect to think about how he will kill her. When he had killed Renee he stabbed her in the heart. The human the night before this was was killed in a decapitation as it was the most fun for Axel. This woman though. Decapitation seems like it would be a bit more than what is necessary. The zombies would eat her body in no time and the waste of blood to the ferals is kind of rude. Her voice is urgent so he answers her with an action rather than words. A blade comes from his side and then moves into her gut. He does this so that she can continue to speak as she bleeds out. She may speak in gurgled means but he will not kill her quickly. She needs time to say whatever last prayers she needs to before she passes unto the next realm.

“And know this, it does not matter if you believe me on the actions. The only way you could learn more is to be like me”, here he is opening the door for her to be turned without him knowing. He takes kneels down next to her head and then opens his mouth again. The millipede there crawling up into his nose before he looks at her. “Through death is the only way to become more than human. He nods his head up and down before waiting for her to speak on her thoughts, say her dying request. Really it could be any number of things that she needs to do at this moment.

The woman before him reaches out to grab him in her attempt to stay standing during her death. He looks into her eyes, not sure if he should push her back or not. He wants to, he wants to push her away and watcher her fall to her back or stomach and bleed out. There is something in his mind or some sort of conscious that is preventing him from being his usual murderous self at this moment. So he lets her cling to him as she dies. She speaks and he barely hears her as he nods his head a little bit. It does indeed answer her question, with his knife in her gut. A bead of blood comes over her lip with her speech and he shrugs his head a little bit. She says something that makes him think that she is doubting what he is. Vampire her ***? He's not exactly sure what she means by that. Does she really doubt him. His brows arch up at her statement as he goes to open his mouth, “I can assure you that I am what I say I am.” He's not sure why she would even begin to doubt what he is after all she has seen.

Her little hands grip his shirt with all the strength she has to stay vertical as she starts to falter. Finally she started to fall and he let her down gently to the ground. She is dying and there is where the end of her life will be, or so Axel is thinking at the moment. He watches her last moments as if he were an angel of death. Just as she begins to fall he looks down into her eyes with an expectation of what will happen next. The male remembers his death rather completely. The pain of death is far more than he'd like to state. They way he was killed, fangs in his throat, ripping them out. The stop of the heart then, moments later the brain. However his death was jump started after bleeding out with a drop of his sire's blood. He remembers that there is no light or wasn't for him. It was just darkness, nothing there to welcome him to the other side, and now that he is a vampire he knows what that place is. It's the shadow realm. Having seen what he thinks is the outside of it once, he doesn't want to go back and visit as a vampire now.

Hr eyes are kept open and Axel is almost amazed at her strength and power over her body as she fights the urge to sleep due to blood loss. Then she speaks. She wants him to show her what else lies beyond death? There are a few things that happen after the body dies, especially for vampires. She wants to walk among the living as a vampire? She's pleading with him and he has to ask what she has done to him to really make his disregard her request. She already knows that she cannot openly invite humans to know about her, she understands this. Or she should do to how much crap he has given her for being a human that's sticking her nose in places. His head nods just once in agreement with her as he leans forward kneeling before her. His mouth bites into his wrist giving her a few drops of blood before forcing his wrist to her mouth. Now starts the real change, the death of a body before she becomes ghost made flesh.