Torn Asunder [Open]

[Trahir Trahison]

Approaching so as to be close enough to speak in a normal conversational tone, Trahir stopped a few feet away, turning to rest his back against the stone railing of the bridge. For a moment his remains silent, just watching headlights pass as he had earlier during his conversation with Velveteen. He was not good at explaining things at the best of times, preferring to simply give a direction or take one and then move on to action most times. When he did decide to expound it turned into a lecture encompassing every aspect of the thing. It was one reason he likely had few associates. He didn't know how to relate to people. Simple human interaction was beyond him.

"The wind had died down considerably, his leather coat hanging from his without being whipped into a fury by the passing gusts. He was glad of that, it made concealing the weapons he carried on his person much easier. It also made speaking and being heard possible. "I am not here to lecture you. I am hear to explain something to you. About me specifically." He wasn't sure she really cared. Still, if she hadn't been gifted with the knowledge before, this seemed as good a time as any to do so. She had definitely sparked something within him, lust and blood lust perhaps. It was a dangerous combination for their kind. It lead to mistakes potentially being created. Mistakes which could be lethal. "Back in the bar, then again in the club. You were close enough that I could smell your blood. Your vitae really since once it is in us it is no longer truly blood. It stirred a hunger within me that can be dangerous to our kind. Two hungers. One for your blood, the other more carnal. "

His eyes move to hers then as he speaks. "I don't know what your sire has explained to you yet and I won't begin to guess if that is something left out, but for our kind to be intimate carries with it some... danger in and of itself. Have you been taught this?"

He doesn't come right out and say what he is referring to, merely waits to see if she is aware.

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Shadis silently listened to Trahir’s steps stop right across the other side of the bridge from her and waited for him to speak. When he did, a smile slipped into place upon her lips. So she had awoken a lust within the man and she hadn’t read the signals wrong. Not just one lust, two. The man had indeed wanted to bite her and she didn’t know why he didn’t. Why did he refrain from doing so when she had offered? A hum rose to her lips and slowly she straightened her form so then her brown hues could flicker over the man’s form. There were always risks in anything that someone did. Even crossing the road carried many risks for a human, even if they did look both ways. Sometimes, variables happened and often all that someone could do was prepare for it the best that they could.

Silently, she slid off the railing that she had sat on so then her heeled feet could touch the stony bridge underneath. ”No, he had not told me about what happens when two vampires become intimate. He did inform me that biting another vampire had the possibility of intimacy happening between the two.” Well, Elliot had told her that when he had bitten Pi that there was a level of intimacy. However, she wasn’t going to admit that Elliot had bitten another vampire to Trahir. It wasn’t her secret to tell.”In my human life, I studied Occult. Majored in it really. What I learned, was that even though the ritualist could prepare for the worst, there would always be risks that they could not be prepared for. Things that could go sideways at any point in time. However, there will always be risks in anything that we do. I guess, one kinda needs to weigh the pros against the cons when considering the risks.”

A sigh reached her lips as she lifted a hand to gently run through her black locks in thought and it was then that she decided to cross the bridge until she stood directly in front of the man. She angled her head back so then her brown eyes could challenge the man before her. ”Something about you sparked an interest in me.” Shadis lifted a hand and should he allow it, she pressed a gentle hand to his chest. ”Something about you, seems dark. I fear death and you are quite capable of killing me. Hell, I know that one day you probably will kill me, but that is the risk that I am willing to take. I knew when I offered you my neck, that you could probably kill me, but my curiousity outweighs my fear.” A truth that she never thought that she would tell him. A shake of her head was given as she looked away, back in the direction that they had come from.

”I know that you probably don’t care, but ever since being turned I have felt at a loss for a purpose. However, this curiousity has me burning with a need to know. I want to experiment in my new life. Whether it be physically or through my rituals.” Another sigh rose to her lips then. How much more could she say to convince him otherwise? The man obviously didn’t trust her to make rational decisions, especially considering that she didn’t know all of the rules of her vampiric life. However, wouldn’t it be better if he was there when she did do a little experimenting? He was a man who did know all of the risks. The man had asked her about whether she knew about what happened when vampires became intimate with each other. She didn’t, but was it possible that vampires could become pregnant?

[Trahir Trahison]

Most of what the woman said was true. He wasn't sure he would end up killing her, though he hadn't discounted the possibility entirely. He hadn't seen her name on the screen when he perused the violation list even in these recent nights. She was curious. Afraid. Trahir watches her eyes as she speaks, looking for any tells in her expression. She was a ritualist... the vampire had studied the occult but had never thought to attempt to do the things he had seen Micah do. If this neonate was a ritualist...

Ritualists were willing to throw caution to the wind and summon things in front of them that wanted nothing more that to beat the vampire's face to a pulp on the altar containing them from what he had seen. Trahir hunted things that could do the same but somehow hunting and killing made more sense to him the summon and release. Besides, he had enough people in his short Requiem want to beat his face in won an altar. It was a skill Trahir would never likely learn.It thus, would make sense to cultivate a friendship with the beautiful young Allurist before him.

The thought of her blood, a remembrance of a scent that twice now had sent his senses reeling flooded his mind. She wanted to experiment, offered him her blood. She didn't know about Fade beasts yet...Naive. The predator within him stirred as she was speaking. The last time this happened he had dragged Jane through Hell kicking, screaming, stabbing and..."May I walk with you? I will show you a few things I know. Perhaps you'll survive the experience."

Trahir's interest was piqued.

"Tell me, what makes you who you are? Tell me what you know of yourself."

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Shadis angled her head away from the man as he had been rather silent for a time. She had begun to think that she wasn’t persuasive enough. Had she said something wrong? Perhaps she hadn’t gotten close enough and he didn’t smell her scent all that strongly, but she doubted it. The woman highly doubted it, especially considering that she didn’t remember him being so close when she had first set out from Nightmode. It was then that he spoke and her brown hues moved back to look at him. She couldn’t help but simply blink as she tried to think of just exactly what to say. Finally, she nodded and took a step back, extending a hand out to the side, ”Lead the way Trahir.” Walking and talking was the last thing on her mind, but he seemed so insisted on talking upon this night. She had to admit, it seemed as if every vampire just wanted to chat to her.

Her sire talked a lot about Pi and how much he missed her. Trahir talked about everything vampire, which was something that Elliot really didn’t want to, but did all the same whenever she questioned him. The last time was when she had been gouged by a demi-fae and couldn’t heal because of the full moon. All Elliot could do was make her comfortable until it waned. Her gaze shifted to her shoulder then and she silently lifted a hand to brush at the non-existent lint. It was then he asked about her. The man wanted to know what made her, her? A sigh reached her lips, because talking about herself was the furthest thing upon her mind. What she really wanted to know, was their destination.

”Can’t really say that I know everything about myself. I know that I can see myself in the mirror, but it’s a corpse me rather than how you see me now. I have also found that I become something akin to human on a full moon, none of my vampiric powers work then. That made for a rather… Eventful evening. Then, there is the sleep thing that you know about.” She said as she simply walked beside him. Oh her journey has been so riveting and she also wondered if she was the weakest link in Elliot’s family. ”I also know that I can consume small amounts of alcohol at a time, I’m working on expanding that so then I can at least finish a whole drink in public.” A simple shrug of her shoulders was given then as if she was brushing off the whole topic of herself. ”Strange really, I never thought that I would return to Harper Rock when I had left and I especially never thought that I would be tied to it by vampirism either.”

The woman swept her gaze around the streets that he took her, making sure to memorize every turn that they made so then she would be able to back track. Just because she was born in Harper Rock, didn’t mean that she was aware of everything within it, this she was beginning to learn very quickly and so her midnight walks. ”Where exactly are you taking me? Or perhaps I should ask, what exactly are you showing me?” She perked a brow up at the man beside her before she lifted her left hand to sweep her hair over her left shoulder absent mindedly. At least, she was walking with someone and not by herself. The fledgling hadn’t realized it until now, however, Trahir, was probably the only person that she knew outside of Elliot’s family. Shadis didn’t know whether she should rectify that or not, but for now, she was content to stick nearby Trahir. While his lectures were partially annoying and all about being a correct vampire, at least it was company.

[Trahir Trahison]

"So you are the sum of your weaknesses and abilities?" Trahir looked over to her while he slung an arm around he shoulders, looking for all the world to anyone watching as a rich guy with his hot girlfriend making their way from a pub. "Who were you before fang met flesh and your world became dark? Before your funeral dirge was not measured in musical notes, but in moments of immortality, blood, power and your rituals?" It was the simplest, yet likely most loaded question anyone had in their arsenal. I want to know you could so easily be turned into Expose your weaknesses to a species who depended almost entirely on predation of one sort or another.

"I want to know you," the vampire reassured her. "You, not these things that only started in the most recent of nights."

Trahir did want to know of her. He wanted to know her human limits, hang-ups. The things that he could latch onto and shift, mold, alter. The predator within him had awakened, the egomaniac never slept.

He stopped, pulling her to him, bodies pressed together, eyes to eye as he looks down into her eyes. "Tell me of the woman, let me meet the vampiresss afterward." His face remained close, no warmth of breath left his lips, his ice cold blue eyes remained locked upon hers Trahir was hunting.

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Shadis was not expecting him to put an arm around her and a frown descended upon her brow as she tried to work it all out. Indeed, the Allurist had been caught slightly off guard and she lifted an arm to wrap it around his waist, bringing her form more closely to his own. It was an action that she didn’t expect from him and she felt his voice rumble through his chest as he spoke. Somehow, it was the opposite to what she had expected from the man. As he stopped, he had pulled her around until they were face to face, their bodies pressing close, closer than when they had in the club. What had changed? Had she been persuasive enough? Those ice blue eyes captivated her warm chocolate brown eyes and slowly, she lifted her arms to lace around the man’s neck. Did he truly want to know?

Finally, after she drew a breath, she spoke. ”I was born here, in Harper Rock. I was always more interested in the unusual than everyone else and so, I was mostly alone. I never knew my father and I have always assumed he was dead. My mother raised me and… Was my anchor.” The fledgling paused to lick her lips, not daring to pull her gaze from those icy depths. However, her voice dropped slightly then as she continued. ”When I graduated school, I left Harper Rock and swore never to come back. I went to university and Majored in Occult Studies. Upon completion, all that mattered was the pride I took in my work and how I appeared to myself. I don’t have the normal social skills that most people do… Because I had my mother as an anchor.” A slow breath exhaled and she felt herself being drawn into those unforgiving eyes.

”I got a job at the university working as a professor of Occult Studies, giving lectures. I loved my job, too much sometimes. My mother visited me every now and then. Occasionally she tried to get me out there dating and I did flirt with a few men, but… I was never interested in them. They never appealed to me. It was as my mother returned home one day from visiting me, that she was in a car accident, the other driver walked away without a scratch.” It was the night that she had lost her anchor which had sent her spiralling. Now that she thought about it, had the other driver been a vampire? ”I had returned to Harper Rock for the funeral and to give in to the crushing depression. I had been staying at Lancaster’s where I got drunk and took a bunch of street drugs.”

A pause followed those words then as she felt as if she could spill all of her secrets to him should he ask. She had only told him her vampiric weaknesses, because that was what she thought he had meant. He hadn’t been interested in who she was until this very moment. ”No fangs met any part of my skin that night, which, I guess is why I’m so curious as to what it would be like to be bitten. I only tasted sweet blood and woke up inside of Lancaster’s as a vampire. I keep wondering if Elliot only turned me because he felt guilty that he served me the alcohol that I drank, or because he was lonely.” A breath caressed her lips then as she leaned forwards so then her lips were only a fraction away from his, although she had to rise up upon her toes to do so.

”I am still unsure as to how I fit into his family and I feel… Directionless. I lost an anchor and I like to think of my sire as an anchor, but he always seems too busy dealing with his own issues. So I feel like he cannot see that I am struggling with my own immortal coil.” In a way, she still felt the depression that had gripped her as a human, but most of the time she hid it behind a smile. Tonight, it seemed as if she couldn’t keep it hidden as she spoke about herself to the man who had asked about who she was.

[Trahir Trahison]

Her lips were only a hairsbreadth away, her aura a siren’s call within Trahir. It was hard to focus. His attention seemed drawn to her like a supernatural magnet. He wanted… lusted… fought it down. He tried focusing on her words, but his mind went immediately back to her lips. He wondered if his own aura didn’t have more of an effect than he gave it credit for. Her voice seemed a melody, drifting lightly over his ears, musical. He wanted to hear more. When she speaks after her mother being her anchor, her father’s absence, she licks her lips. That tongue gliding over those soft, luscious lips… His fangs descend from their hiding place within his gums. He envisions them piercing her, holding her down and penetrating her. The thoughts in his mind are anathema to him. He forces them away.

It’s not easy. Her cool breath washes over him as she exhales, so is so close. So close… if she had a pulse Trahir knows he would be lost already. His fangs would be in her. At the minimum his fangs would be in her. He’s never been affected by an Allurist before. Everything about her seems to pull him in deeper. There is a flash of jealousy, weak, muted, but there when she speaks of her mother trying to send her out to date men. Where did that come from? His instincts surge forward for an instance, burning rage and demanding a hunt for the men who she speaks of, but it recedes just as quickly. They never appealed… Good. Do I? The thought following right behind the unusual wave of emotion within seems important to him. Do I interest her? His eyes remain on hers, his expression set as though it were carved in stone, immutable while his mind reels behind cold eyes.

They were both interested in the occult. Her to a much greater degree and much more willing to delve into the practical application of it than he. Focus. That would definitely come in handy. He was much in need of someone with her talents. Another image flashes in his mind, her… talents. Her words sink in seconds after she speaks. The vampire retains his outward composure while his mind is inundated with carnal images and thoughts. Focus.

No fangs had touched her? Was that possible? How did she turn then? Trahir had always assumed the Embrace was a give and take. The blood of the vampire in it’s transmuted state replacing the blood taken from the mortal being turned in order to enact the chance which would create one of their kind. From what she is saying though… her sire never tasted of her blood. The revelation was a major hit to the young Killer. She had been drinking and was drugged up though. It was possible she was too intoxicated to be aware of what her Sire had been doing…

She was so close… Her lips almost brushing his own. Trahir wanted her. Now. Here. He leaned forward, mouth opening slightly to expose the razor sharp fangs and her inclines his head slightly, just enough for the tip of his left elongated canine to scrape over her bottom lip, splitting the first layer of skin beneath the needle point fang. No blood is drawn, the gesture a tease. Self-restraint is something Trahir values highly.


“If the anchor is not deep enough to strike the seabed it will not hold you in place. If it doesn’t have enough weight, it will merely be dragged in your wake.”Is your Sire strong enough to root you in place?”

He lowers his head, his lips almost brushing the crook of her neck before moving up it’s length. He inhales the scent of her blood hyacinth... fresh rain... as he goes, focusing on every aspect of it. And stops, eye to eye. “I know your lineage… I know some of those within your family. I know them well.”

He steps back from her, the arm around her waist maintaining contact until his hand rests on her hip, all other contact broken. “You asked me a question earlier. What I would do in a situation. I think you knew the answer when you asked. Come with me. I want to show you something.” He reaches out, his free arm slipping around her shoulders as he guides her toward a subway station. His other hand slips over her waist to her navel before trailing away as he walks with her.

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Shadis was beginning to think that he was teasing her, telling her to tell him about herself. Every other instinct that she had, felt the continuous pull towards the man in front of her, regardless of those beautiful ice blue eyes. They only set it off more. The darkness was the draw, the pull and she didn’t even know if it was even sane to feel the pull of darkness, but it was there all the same. Was it her fascination with the Occult that made her feel the pull to this man so strongly, or was it a much more basic need? Either way, she wanted to know, she wanted to feel him. The woman wanted to slide her hands over his skin and she wanted to press her own lips against his. Why? She wasn’t sure, none of it was logical, but when did logic ever make sense sometimes?

It was then that she watched him angle his head slightly and exposed his fangs, that was then when he had leaned in to lightly scrape a fang over her bottom lip. Both of her lips had parted then as she drew in a slow breath. The woman heard him speak, but the words barely registered within her mind as he suddenly dipped his head and she felt his breath caress the bare skin of her neck. She closed her eyes then as her hands slipped from his neck to press lightly to his chest. Why was he teasing her when he knew that she wanted him? Was the reason that the other men didn’t appeal to her, because they didn’t hold a certain dark element to them? A dark element that called to the ***** within her? Oh she may care about those who were close to her, but she wasn’t so nice to those who she didn’t consider a friend or family.

Roderick had felt that sting when she had called him out, earning a shadow which struck her through the chest, but all the same. The woman knew how to press buttons when she wanted to, she knew how to give a proverbial slap, especially when she was armed with information that could do some damage. This man right here, was slowly disarming her whether he realized it or not. His very presence awoke a craving that she never really knew that she had. What was it that drove her to chase him, to want to be bitten by him? To lust for him? The man stopped then only for his icy blue eyes to return to gaze into her chocolate brown ones. He knew some of the family that she was brought into? Did they know Trahir? Did Elliot? She was somewhat disappointed when he stepped back then and slipped an arm around her shoulders. However, she still felt his hand that tailed from her waist, down to her navel before pulling away.

A sigh caressed her lips then as a tongue darted out to lick at her bottom lip, mostly because she could feel a slight tingle where his fang had been drawn across her lips. She lifted a hand to slide along the man’s back then, wrapping an arm around him to bring herself closer to his form. He wanted to show her something, yet she wasn’t sure if that was exactly what she wanted to be doing right now. It was then that she remembered that they were on the streets of Harper Rock, which wasn’t all that private. She should have been more aware of her surroundings, but it was so difficult when he paid such attention to her. ”Are you taking me to see someone where you will demonstrated just exactly what you will do to them?” Would she be fearful of what he would show her? Possibly, but she could always tell from their first encounter that he had such a streak within him. Such darkness always came with a price.

[Trahir Trahison]

Trahir had to admit, the thought of talking her to see the woman who had, with her three other friends, stolen his journal not too long ago had occurred to him. He didn't, however want to broadcast that fiasco any further than he already had. There were other humans he knew who were Masquerade Breaches, but none of them had seemed an actual threat. The blonde woman, Dhara from Corvidae Flats, or as he knew her initially, Music@Midnight was one. She had a vampire room mate at the time he had encountered her and knew of others. She had been friends with them. Hardly a good reason to kill her. All it would have done would be to further ostracize the hunter from yet more of his own kind. He already had a bad habit, or a natural aptitude (or both) for doing so. He didn't need to help it along by killing off fellow Kindred's pets.

He hadn't however, completely ruled out paying the woman who had been involved in the theft of his journal. From the tone of her voice, the vampire doesn't believe she has killed a human, at least not intentionally. She doesn't have the innate hardness that comes with being willing to snuff out another beings existence with such callous indifference. If she has killed, Trahir would guess it was either an accident, likely while feeding, or self-defense.

Her aura still holds him in it's orbit. The pull of it is like gravity. The body positioning is intentional, he wants to know if it is hear face, her body, or her presence that has him so enamored Without even looking to her he still feels drawn to her, he wants to look to her. Oh yes, there is definitely some supernatural compulsion brought on by her Path. Allurists are much more dangerous that he had given credit for.

He wondered what she was thinking, he doesn't ask of course. No, women spoke their minds when they wanted to. Most of the time you could learn more of them with simple generalized questions than by trying to pick their brains by focusing the conversation. As they walk on toward the subway station Trahir answers her question with one of his own asking her her, "How would you feel if I said yes, Shadis?"

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

A shiver trailed down her spine as he asked about her feelings if he did say yes. Would she care to watch a man die? Not really, but death was a natural part of life. Everything lived and died eventually, including vampires should they leave Harper Rock. Mostly, she felt that her feelings were rather irrelevant towards the situation, as she had once asked him if he would kill for her should she ever find herself in such a position where hunters were prepared to kill her. Did he mean the answer that he had given to her back then? Did it truly matter? Shadis knew that it was better to have allies rather enemies, but so far she had managed to gain an enemy and a possible ally which didn’t include her sire. The woman had already added him as an ally, but she wondered how strong their bond was in regards to their sire and childe bond.

Shadis licked her lips then before she spoke, ”My feelings are rather irrelevant upon the matter. Why should I mourn the loss of a life that I did not take? A life that I do not know? However, hunters are our natural enemies, it is only natural that you would feel the need to protect yourself.” The woman hadn’t added herself into the equation, mostly because she wasn’t exactly sure just as to what all of this was between the two, but she had a feeling that it was just simple lust. ”However, from the moment that I met you, I could see a darkness behind those blue eyes of yours, so it wouldn’t surprise me if you did kill a hunter just to show me what you would do.” However, could she needlessly kill? The answer she knew already, because there was no questioning it. No. She couldn’t needlessly kill.

His question though, seemed like it was a deflective question, one that made her wonder just as to where they really were going. Not knowing, made her want to try and get the answer out of him, but he was so… reserved. So restrained that she hardly thought that she might be able to. Could she imagine the man, bathe in the blood of his victims? Another shiver ran down her spine then, but it was mostly from the image itself. Trahir standing before her covered in human blood was almost primal in appearance. A vampire in his natural element. She lifted a hand then to rub at her temple, was she getting ill? If she had been near Elliot, she was sure that she wouldn’t be thinking such things. This man beside her awoke the darker side of her, appealed to it even. Elliot made her think about right and wrong, even debated it. Although he was more or less against violence. Was there really a right and wrong?

Silence soon followed and she couldn’t take much more of this. The woman needed to find out, she needed to know where he was taking her and she suddenly swung her form in front of his so then they were face to face once more. Her brown hues peered up into those ice blue eyes as she pressed a hand to his chest. ”Where are we going Trahir? What are you showing me?” Is it truly just me who feels this lust so strongly? she silently asked herself. The man held so much restraint that she wasn’t sure that she could break through. Shadis had tried, but the only thing that it got her was simple graze of his fang. She was so tempted to simply walk back to the sanctuary, to go back to the den and sit there. To think with a rational brain instead of questioning as to what was right and wrong. Slowly, she moved to rest her forehead against the man’s chest, ”You’re dangerous Trahir, this I understand.”