Outrageous Acts of Violence ((Mordechai))

[Isabeau Valachi]

As he spoke of her hunger she felt it clawing at her, she lifted her blue eyes to the male she had just fed on, watching him wondering off. She had started to take a step for him, to finish him off - she was so hungry, she needed his blood, she wanted his blood, however, the large male told her to let him go and it literally stopped her. She needed him. She wanted him. The hunger clawed restlessly at her insides like a demon and she let out a soft growl, almost missing everything else that he had said. The thing that snapped her out of it was the words 'if you will learn'. If she will learn? The ****?

Ice blue eyes turned on the male with a resentment. Not because of the situation he had put her in - though she was still tripping off the fact that she had just drained one guy, almost drained another, and was still hungering for blood. No, it was the fact that he was questioning her intelligence. Seriously? If she will learn? She noticed his hand on her shoulder and there was a very strong urge to rip it from his body, but she wouldn't touch him. She couldn't touch him in anger. Though she really wanted to right now.

She began to walk down the path, a sluggish walk, as if she were drunk. In truth, she wanted to turn back. To finish off that guy, but the command of this man had her trapped like a rat and she hated it. She was fighting against it and the more she fought the more her hunger grew. Eventually, she knew she would have to just bow down to anything and everything he said but that was so not her style. "Don't let the grease monkey chic outfit fool you, I am smarter than I appear to be." Bo said with a soft hiss in her undertone that spoke of the resentment she was feeling. If there was one thing that really ticked her off, it was people underestimating her. She would show them all... all of them if she had to.

[Mordechai]

The killers hand tightened, locking the smaller female in place. The voice that rolled from his lips was reminiscent of gravel trickling down a stream. "I do not stutter. Nor did I say you could not learn. I questioned your will to learn." the heterochromic eyes were locked on to hers. "I have watched many turned, that would not learn, not could not, would not." Releasing her shoulder he started down the path once more. "Come" Mordechai had no fear exposing his back to her, The odds were great that she could do harm to him and even greater, that she could do severe harm. The killer had registered the heat in her voice, but it flowed over and around him like a river wrapping about an immobile chunk of granite, it was there, but meaningless. The killers voice remained level and steady as he continued on. "There is a game at foot in this town, a game called the masquerade," Turning his head slightly he raised an eyebrow in her direction, "There are those within this town that will slay you, if you fault the game." Silently he led the way deeper into Thornside park. His mind rolled over the the fledgling he had know, those turned by friends and others. By a large margin, many of them disappeared into the night, and of the few that stayed, some were stains that needed cleansing. but there were also those that with guidance had become useful, strong, contributors. It was possible to teach one, the questions were could he, and would she. Silent steps were once more leading him stealthily upon one of the parks midnight denizens as he reached out silently into her mind. "Do you wish to learn?"

[Isabeau Valachi]

Bo looked up at the male as his hand held her shoulder in a vice like grip. She hadn't felt this small or child like in years... decades even. Though her brow did arch slightly at his words. Questioning her will was almost as annoying as questioning her ability to learn, but then, he didn't know her. Damn it, she couldn't fault him for that. She just remained silent as he continued to speak of people that could not learn, would not learn. She had to wonder if they were people that he had created. Had he created others? Were there others out there creating even more? How many of them were there? She felt lost in that moment, and that wasn't a feeling she liked. It made her feel like she was wearing steel wool, and that annoyed her and when she was annoyed, she got angry. Very much a whole 'road to the dark side' sort of scenario.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by Mord telling her to 'come' and there was a small part of her that wanted to growl at the command that he gave her. Like she was some dog. And yet, like a dog, she followed. God she wasn't digging this whole vampire life right now. The strength, the power she felt, that she dug big time, but having to obey this guy's commands? No, she wasn't someone that usually obeyed. She sighed, following him as he walked deeper into the park. He began to speak again, and at first she had no idea what he was on about, a game? What game? What masquerade? The thing that really got her attention was the fact that he said people would kill her if she fucked up the game.

Her bright eyes narrowed slightly on him as she followed him, but before she could say anything, she heard his voice. In her head. It brought her up short. Stopping her for a moment as she blinked once, then twice. What the ****?! she thought to herself before she looked at him. "How in the hell did you do that?!" She called after him and then continued to follow him again. "And learn what?"

[Mordechai]

At her words, the tall killer stopped and turned to face her. He towered over her, but it could not be helped as he stood almost two feet taller than the woman he faced. "I chose to learn,,,," Lips closed he continued, " This is one of the things I learned" Stretching one hand out in a slow sweeping motion, the normally laconic killer continued, "The world you are now a part of, is nothing like the one you left. Our kind have no courts, no jails, no prisons. When you break what some perceive as laws, you are beaten. Either beaten so close to death you wish you were... or beaten to death. You have learned tonight....that death is not permanent for all... but you will learn if it happens, that life is much more... enjoyable.... then death." Mordechai turned walking slower this time, letting her keep up easily to his long strides. "There is much that I can teach you about your new life, new world... But I will not waste my time, if you do not truly wish to learn. I have seen too many squander the knowledge available to them... and my time is to valuable to me... to just waste it upon an unappreciative receptacle."

Mordechai walked silently for a moment, then stopped and pointed to male, sleeping beneath the bushes to the side of them. "Remember what I have said... but feed."

[Isabeau Valachi]

The way he kept pushing the idea of choosing to learn something was really starting to grate on her nerves. She hadn't had a choice when he had turned her it what she was, so why was he treating her like she would squander everything else just because she was technically dead now, and by his hand as a matter of fact. He said that he chose to learn how to speak without moving his lips, but the sound, his voice, it wasn't like a ventriloquist, no, it came in through her head in ******* surround sound. She shook her head when he did that, but then looked up at him as he spoke down to her, it more ways than one.

She wasn't sure how she felt about the idea of getting her *** kicked every time she might put some arbitrary toe out of line, but she was all for the idea of no courts or jails. The Cops in this city of course never got a chance to arrest her, mostly because she killed them for coming near her, but she was shocked she hadn't ended up in jail already. Now, though she had a feeling she never would. He turned then and started to walk away and with a low growl to herself, she followed, catching up to him quickly and then glancing over to him as they continued to walk and he continued to speak to her. His words about an 'unappreciative receptacle' had her growling low in her throat again. "Let's remember that I had no choice in becoming this..." she motioned to herself and then looked up at him with fire in her eyes, "So can we chill with judging me before you have actually done this teaching you keep saying you want to do?" Oh yes, her Italian side was making itself clear in that moment. Not in her accent, that she kept closer to her normal French Canadian, but her attitude, oh that was all hot blooded pissed off Italian woman.

Then she looked to the male that was sleeping, and her eyes narrowed in right on his throat. She licked her lips and she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, as if she couldn't decide wither she wanted to pounce the man or if she was going to hold back. Still rocking, she was so hungry. She wanted it. She needed it. That delicious taste... it was so... addicting. Like a drug. He told her to feed though, and his word was her will. She walked slowly, like a panther stalking her prey as she moved in, her eyes never leaving the man. Her head cocked to one side as she moved down to one knee beside him, like she was contemplating him for dinner. Blue eyes, clouded with hunger lifted to that strange blue and black eye, locked on the man who was her sire. He wanted her to feed. She wanted to feed. The blood was singing to her.

Her eyes lowered to the male once more and then she struck with the speed and agility of a viper, going right for the sweet spot, biting in and then moaning in delight at the taste as it flooded her mouth. She pulled the body close, held it with a bone crushing tightness as she drank deeper and deeper. Blood slipped from the corners of her mouth as she continued to feed, her eyes closing as if she were in a state of euphoria. So good. So. Delicious.

[Mordechai]

Silently Mordechai stood and watched as that which he had made... created... fed on the vagrant. Motionless he watched as he let his mind slip inside the man' mind, searching is memories to be sure that he remembered naught of her strike. Once satisfied, he continued to let his mind probe through the man, appraising his blood level as he waited to see if it would follow his advice/ command, or if he would have to intervene. Intervene, and terminate. He could feel the hunger pulsing within it, but she had controlled it so far, it seemed that unlike others he knew...this one might listen, learn, live.

Her words were absorbed, the stoic killer ignoring the obvious heat in her replys ignored. Without his precious kennedy nearby, emotions were long gone from him, and ignored from others. Emotion had no true meaning. It was easily faked, and often used to cover other deficiencies. He had said nothing to upset the woman, so obviously her anger was misdirected. Simply laying out the basic rules for survival ... could not be construed as adversarial, but it seemed every time he spoke, it became defensive. A mental shrug cleared his mind or errant thoughts as he continued to monitor the feeding before him as he let his senses expand out from him, searching fo the telltale noise or smell of danger

[Isabeau Valachi]

Delicious. Simply delicious. Tighter went her grip on the male in her arms. Bo drank deeper and deeper. She could hear the singing of the blood but she could also hear the slight falter in the guys heart, that stutter that would normally tell a vampire that it was time to stop. She didn't listen though. She couldn't listen. All she could hear was that sweet singing, the way the blood beckoned her to feed harder, take more, not to stop until she had ever single drop. Bo didn't pay attention to anything around her, but she was also thinking that she didn't need to. The guy that had created her was watching her. That thought made her eyes shoot open. They locked right on him. Half of her screamed threat to her prey, the other recognized him as her sire, the man she would now do anything for.

He had told her to feed this time, he did not tell her not to kill him. Not like he had with the previous feed. She growled a little and held the body a little tighter, her nails biting into his skin, drawing blood, though it didn't flow. It couldn't. She had already taken too much. There was the harsher stutter, and then nothing... silence... no heart beat to push the blood into her mouth, but still she fed. Fed the way a young child would try to suck that very last drop of juice from the box in its hand. Once she had literally sucked the very last drop of blood from the male's system, she dropped the body to the ground with an unceremonious thunk.

Her eyes finally dropped to the body and she realized then... "****!" She hissed... then her eyes shot back to the man, wondering just how he was going to take this. Then she remembered, he had done to her what she had just done to this body. Only, he had fucked up even more as his blood had gotten into her. She wasn't bleeding, as far as she knew, this one wasn't going to come back, but it was still dead as a door nail. "Why won't this hunger stop?" She asked with a quiet voice, something that was a cross of resentment and fear and disappointment. Resentment because she resented what this guy not only did to her, but how he both angered her and yet she could not stop herself from listening to him as if his word was gospel. Fear because she feared disappointing him as well as the fear that she had broken some law now and that she would be screwed. Attacked. Beaten. Killed... And then there was the disappointment in herself, for not being able to stop.

One thing she didn't feel though, sorry. Or at least, sorry for the man she had just killed. She had killed, she had killed countless times. Gangsters, cops... cops were her favorite to take down, especially if they had shot at her first. Now she wondered how they would stand against her. She stood slowly and looked down at the body still. "Well... now what?" She asked, arching her brow as she looked up at the guy.

[Mordechai]

Mordechai's eyes snapped towards the creature he had made as his ears registered the last beat of the humans heart. As she rose he stepped forward, one massive hand flashing out with inhuman speed to grasp the front of her shirt, pulling her to him as he raised her to look him eye to eye. ""perhaps I was unclear. You DO NOT kill when you feed. There is no reason, period.'' Lowering her feet to the ground he retained his grip on her. " I will take care of this one, but it is the last.... He was a bum, a vagrant, none important will remember him, or look for him, nor miss him... Some have hunger, that seems overwhelming... others like myself, can feed once a week, or never.... The hunger may call to you, but it does not control you. You must control it. There are many that you can feed from, If you kill it is because you chose to not let your mind be in control, and then you will become the hunted..." Slowly his grasp released as his eyes shifted to the corpse before him. "I will dump the body in the sewers, the rats will dispose of the flesh, the bones matter not. They will assume he got lost and starved." Stepping to the man he knelt, easily flipping the corpse over his back, "That is your first lesson, if you cannot learn it, and live it, it will be your last lesson..." Watching her reaction he quirked an eyebrow...

[Isabeau Valachi]

Before she knew what was going on, Bo was in the air, held there by the grip he had on her shirt. She struggled, of course, but at the same time she realized it was in vain. She dug her nails into his hand as she tried to get him to release her, but he spoke and she hated the fact that she was unable to stop herself from stopping her struggle to listen to the brute. He told her not to kill when she fed, how hypocritical. He had killed her when he fed on her, had he not? He told her there was no reason to kill while feeding, well didn’t that just make her feel better, because once again, he had killed her when he fed on her.

When he set her down and finally released her, she stepped back a step or two and watched him as he took care of the body of the man she had just killed. She slid her hands into her pockets and looked at him, he raised his brow and she was very tempted to open her mouth, let her anger fly out, to call him on his hypocritical ********. And yet, she didn’t. She couldn’t. He told her to learn her lesson and there was a really big part of her that wanted to stab him in that moment, but at the same time, she knew there was a method to his madness. Still didn’t make up for him being a hypocritical *** hat.

“Yes, sir.”

[Mordechai]

Mordechai's eyes searched her face, seeing anger, but also acquiesce. Stepping to the body, he easily hefted it over his shoulder as he took a step back from his creation giving her more space. He himself hated to be crowded, and he remembered what it had felt like when he had first been turned, and abandoned on the docks of Coastside. "I can see it in your eyes, that you will try, but this rule you must adhere. If you are in the wilderness, or some abandoned complex, it is different.... but even then you must disguise the kill. It must never be left for humans to find and assume it was a vampire kill. Turning southwest, the killer glanced over his shoulder, "The sun rises soon, it will burn you. It does not kill, but it is a feeling you will not enjoy as your flesh peels from your bones. Come with me, we will dispose of this detritus, then sleep the daysleep together. The depth below ground is refreshing and safe way to avoid the sun. On the morrow we can continue." Eyes constantly roving the park, the massive killer led the way to the Westwall edge of Thornside, and with one last glance about, slipped silently into the sewers. Pausing for a moment, he waited for the one that called herself 'Bo' to join him.