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It had been days since he last fed, it wasn't that he wasn't hungry for the taste of blood. He was young still, only turned for less than half a year, but he had lost himself in crafting. He had found the tempering of metal and forging of weapons to be strangely satisfying in a way he had never known before. It left him both relaxed and content as he would spend his nights, and the days he could fight off sleeping, pounding away at the metals that were his craft to forge weapons and on occasion finer things like jewelry to help him get used to the more fine actions needed.

He was learning something new and worked himself to exhaustion more than once, and to an almost frenzy in his thrist for blood as he would let time go and be so absorbed in the metal work that it led to days like today. Finally giving in to the hunger he had felt building he left the West Tower where he lived and went to the station, heading to another part of town. He knew feeding today would leave several people drained, a couple might even die as he had done in the past and drained them of every drop of blood in their bodies he could get. He didn't even know where he ended up, just knowing he had to leave the area and as soon as he left the station he began his hunt.

He might be ready to attack just about anyone for blood but he was no fool and knew to wait for an opportunity, a lone human caught out in the night who he could easily drain. The first didn't take long to find, just a few blocks from the station. A lone man staggering around drunk in the night and who had the unfortunate idea to stop in the dark away from the lights of the street and buildings as he tried to right himself. He never got the chance though, shadows suddenly shrouding him from anyone else as Edenor pulled him to him, not even letting the man see what was happening as he sank his fangs into his neck from behind. He fed ravenously, draining the man until he could feel his pulse starting to weaken. Only then did he release the man, letting the wound heal.

Unfortunately that wouldn't be enough to save him. Over the last weeks he had come to find that humans couldn't stand his touch and seemed very fatigued as soon as he came into contact with them. He had come to find a use for it, making hunting even easier, and killing humans all the more simple once drained to this point. Laying the man down he placed his hand to the mans forehead and felt him weakening even further and in his drained state only a couple of minutes were needed before the man had died. Edenor wasn't sure exactly what it did to cause the death, he always assumed it might be a heart attack, or simply the body itself shutting down but he felt no remorse for the killing and knew it was simply the way of things. All things ate and killed to survive, he just had an easier time with killing humans than he had at first when turned.

Only after making sure there were no signs of him left did the shadowy aura around the man disperse as Edenor left to hunt some more, he already felt better and less ravenous and figured there would be no need to kill his next victim or two it would take to replenish his blood and decided he would go find a bar, have a drink and see who might be his next target. After all, the best tasting blood he had found seemed to be from those already drunk, the flavor of their blood only made better by the alcohol even if it did thin it out a bit. It was simple enough to see where the man may have come from, some hole in the wall bar off a side street as he was walking towards the opposite direction the man was heading.

He didn't bother even reading the sign board for the name of the place as he went inside, he simply didn't care. Taking a seat at the bar he ordered a glass of vodka, it was the only thing he bothered with besides blood anymore. He couldn't taste other liquors so got no enjoyment from them that way but still loved the burn inside him when he drank. He didn't really have his guard up against the humans, he so very rarely did, his shadow was nonexistent and he casually watched those around him waiting for the right kind of opportunity to present itself so he could finish feeding for the night and return to his home to continue with his metalwork.

As he waited he did have the strange feeling of being watched several times, but any time he looked around he never seemed to see anyone watching him other than the bartender who he had made sure knew to refill his glass when it was empty as it had been emptied about four times over the last hour but he wasn't really keeping track but hated to find his glass empty. It wasn't even another ten minutes from the last time he felt that tingling like he was being watched that an opportunity presented itself. A young-ish couple, perhaps in their mid twenties were leaving, obviously very drunk, but declined the offer of a cab as they foolishly thought the night was still young and pleasant and should walk off their drunkenness a bit.

He waited a couple of minutes after they left before getting up as well, leaving cash behind to pay off his tab and into the night he went again, that sensation of being watched once again setting him on edge just as he reached the door. He didn't bother to investigate, shadows slowly wrapping around him once more to hide him from prying human eyes once clear of the buildings entrance. It didn't take long for him to catch up to the couple as they hadn't even turned off the street yet and as he followed his eyes scanned around them until his eyes settled on an alley a little bit ahead of them. It was a simple matter from then to circle around to get in the alley before they would pass it.

Just as he was about to pull them in the alleyway as they passed though he felt that sensation of being watched again and his eyes finally flashed in annoyance and he turned around to see what or who might be lurking. He would rather let the meal go and deal with this person first, prying eyes that seemed to follow him had to be dealt with otherwise who knew what trouble he might get into if he didn't. He didn't spot anyone right away and growled out, his voice holding plenty of anger and a clearly impatient tone, "Might as well come out now and show yourself, otherwise don't blame me for what happens when I find you myself if you try and hide."

Sigrid wiped the blood away from her up lip with the back off her hand, cursing under her breath. She had been kicked out, again, but this time she figured it was her fault. The punch she had received just came with her sharp tongue, which as of late was hard to keep in check. After cleaning herself up as best she could, Sigrid flipped up her hood, and sauntered down the street. Thankfully it was dark, and the questioning gazes of the occasional passers by could be avoided.

She remembered her anger, boiling up like vomit in her throat, the real culprit behind her shitty situation. There was no calming down for Sigrid when she felt it, cheeks red, eyes wide and filled with the one feeling she truly understood. How many times had she done herself in this was? A number greater than her age, that was for sure. Regrettably anger didn't always equal strength, and Sigrid wondered why she wasn't dead yet.

'oh yeah,' the young woman gritted her teeth, brow furrowing slightly, 'cause he's still out there.' The man from her memories, a shadow of cruelty, and unlike most, he enjoyed it. Fury rose up inside her again, and Sigrid fumed, stomping down the street with heavy steps. She needed to be stronger, worst, a killer. Living on barely one meal a day wasn't getting her anywhere.

At this point though, priorities were on finding a place to sleep. The task wasn't hard one, there were tons of lonely men in this town. Thankful Sigrid had inherited her mother's face, not her fathers, and with a bit of cleaning up, nabbing a pathetic stranger was a piece of cake. Sigrid rounded a corner, stopping short, stifling the urge to scream.

The smell of blood lingered in the air, but fangs were what caught Sigrid's eye first. He was a vampire, Sigrid new that right off the bat. After years of living in the shadows, you caught on to certain things, learned to protect yourself. Holy water pepper spray, and a stake sharpened into a cross had become her favorites. Surprisingly, she hadn't used it even once, but the precaution was still there. They were the killers in the night, but far from the bed time stories parents told there children. They were more graceful than that, at least most of them were. 'After all, that man is also one of them.' Quickly, Sigrid hid herself in a close by ally way, concealed in shadows, watching with wide eyes as the creature fed, then walked off.

A strange idea enter Sigrids mind, and by some unknown stupidity, she got up and followed him, making sure to keep a safe distance between them. The stopped outside of the bar, running across the street to hide in a nearby ally. As she waited, Sigrid lit a cigarette, watching the smoke trail up and dissipate into the misty dark. It was all she could do to calm her nerves, which were practically frantic at this point. 'Killer!!' the screamed, and Sigrid grinned, 'yeah....a killer.'

Her motive was set, and she continued to wait, lighting her third cigarette. Finally, her attention was caught back to the door, watching as an obviously drunk couple wandered out of the bar, followed by none other than her salvation. She followed him, maybe a bit too close this time, but still staying in the shadows. Sigrid's heart beat fast in her chest, stopping only when he stopped.

His voice was like cold metal, etched with hostility. Sigrid ignored his tone, more than used to angry men. She stepped confidently out of the shadows,"I want to make a deal with you," she turned up her chin, pale eyes narrowing into slit," Wanna grab a drink? Its on me." Sigrid removed her hood, and pulled away at her jacket to reveal her neck.

Finally seeing the woman step out when he called out to her he almost laughed out loud and forced his face to remain even as he watched her. As soon as she mentioned a deal though he scoffed and shook his head before his eyes narrowed, "And what deal could you possibly offer me?" His voice held a hint of amused undertone even through the harsh bite of his words was much more plain. All amusement left him then as she narrowed her eyes at him and offered her neck so easily to him. It instantly had the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end, she obviously knew what he was, and probably followed him for that reason which he knew was never good.

He moved towards her then a slight smirk appearing on his face thought it was not friendly at all at that moment and shadows slowly warped around the ends of the alleyway blocking off the sights and sounds beyond the walls of shadow. He stopped once he was arms length away from her, she was brave enough to come out so readily and speak so to him, he doubted she would be intimidated enough to run. His current actions wouldn't hurt her but she was just simply foolish to not flee. Of course he had no intent to harm her just yet, that would ruin the fun. Now to scare her perhaps while having her spill her plans.

His voice came out soft then but no longer had its previously tone at all and was simply cold. No anger, or even any real emotion in his words at all, simply stating a cold hard truth, "Your offer is less than nothing to me, I could take your blood, take your life and you would have no say in the matter. So why would you be so ignorantly brave to face me like this?" His eyes watched her face, he made no move towards her but was ready if she tried to flee. She wouldn't get far, probably not even more than a couple of steps before he would be on her. On the other hand if she attacked him... Well at least then she would have some fire to her like he himself had when he had first found his sire Eureka though he had not known exactly what she was at the time as this woman before him so obviously did. That kind of action he could accept and might even find worth the effort to see just what it was that this woman was after.

Sigrid watched, keeping her expression completely flat. She had a special talent for feigning apathy, as well as confidence. Sure she was scared, scared shitless, but this wasn't the first time, and Sigrid wasn't about to make it her last. Ice blue eyes observed his every move, and she became increasingly aware of the shadows closing in around her. The side of her lip curled up into a sly smirk, her grip on the stake strengthening.

"You could kill me," she started, stuffing her other hand in her pocket,"but that would be boring no?" The hair on the back of Sigrid's neck stood up as he walked towards her, but her face remained cool, and almost a bit sly. There was no turning back at this point, but she supposed, that was obvious from the start. Still, Sigrid had dealt with situations like this, only usually they were a bit less...supernatural. "Your correct about that...," she smiled sweetly, her eyes still cold, "Why did I think a monster would play fair? That was stupid on my part."

All of her senses were on full alert, but in attempt to seem casual, Sigrid lit a cigarette, exhaling a puff of smoke into the man direction. She thought for a moment, assessing her situation. There was a high possibility she might die, but thankfully there wasn't too much to live for. Sigrid mused that the idea of coming back a ghost, but quickly refocused her thoughts. "I want to become what you are...," she stated calmly, her voice unwavering, "I have somebody I need to kill, and you know what they say; sometimes you've gotta become the monster to defeat the monster." Sigrid watched he face, waiting for some kind of reaction. 'We'll that's gotta throw him for a loop,' she thought, slight amused by the situation herself. "It might take you what? Five seconds? Then ill be out of your life for good. Like a one night stand...," she said, letting the words slide casually from her lips.

He watched as she seemed so resolved to stay in front of him and not reveal how afraid she was. He knew she couldn't be unafraid at some level, when faced with a vampire for the first time he had fought, but he had thought his life over and even he knew fear then and it was pointless to lie to himself or anyone about that. He would let her save face a bit though and not push it, instead watching the smirk come to her face and the words she spoke only made him shake his head, "Don't think that just because something is boring that I won't do it. After all, it's far more fun to watch the strong admit they are weak."

His eyes lit up with evil intent then as she gave him a smile, the first words coming to mind were 'How cute she thinks she is with her smiles and flowery words.' It was only then that the reason for the evil look was let out as he growled out softly, "Nothing in life is fair and so why would those that are still here play fair at all?" Her mistake was removing her hand from her pocket to light a cigarette to smoke. This close it was a simple matter to take a quick step forward and grab her arms. He waited though for only a moment, letting her cool act play out before stepping forward as she exhaled smoke towards him, it was enough to give him that slight cover he might need to not let her see it even coming.

He grabbed her arms as he suddenly stepped forward, his body only inches from hers to keep her arms as muddled as possible, since she still had a hand hidden from view. His hands grabbing her biceps just below her shoulders to keep her from having most of the motion of her arms to hopefully help in case she did try and harm him. He wasn't worried about dying, but wounds still took time to heal. He knew his touch would weaken her as it seemed to do to any human he had touched recently with no effort even needed from him other than that touch. It was a wonderful thing he had come to find he possessed and since his only interactions with the living were normally to feed he saw no downside to it yet. "Oh so you want to be like me just for something like that? Perhaps you should realize that us 'monsters' don't like being used for such things that are of no benefit to ourselves."

He smirked then, his eyes watching hers as she said coldly, "You offered a deal, I suggest you speak up about what that deal might be before I get tired of being the cat toying with the mouse it found." He already knew he was likely to give her what she wanted, just to see if it would consume and destroy her once she got what she wanted as most seeking revenge only ever seemed to realize too late. Now that would be fun but still, he'd make her sweat and earn it if for no other reason than she had been following him and bothered him while hunting.

Sigrid barely had time to made a sound as she felt the tight grip of hands around her arms. Her gaze instantly shot up, jaw clenched tight, her pale eyes slits, an brows furrowed. The cigarette, still lit, fell to the ground and rolled off. Obviously, her usually tactics had been a dunce, and Sigrid gritted her teeth. The sizzling of anger itched in stomach, but not enough to push her over the edge. She was safe, for now, but damn his grip was strong. So strong it ached, like he was touching her bare skin. Still, a little rough handling with something Sigrid knew better than most, noticeably from dried blood around her nose.

"Whoa there big guy, I like it rough but...," she grinned, and winced "don't get too hasty." Keeping up her act wasn't the hard part, but staying awake was become a struggle. Her energy seemed to seep out of her skin, and Sigrid felt her self straining to stand. Escape had been impossible from the start, but now her problems had only seemed to double. Despite her growing fatigue, anger still continued to flow through her like a poison, her glare growing hotter and hotter. "I almost forgot," Sigrid laughed dryly, her tone like scalding hot iron" Men are all the same. Even one's out to suck your blood...they all want something."

There was little time for thought, but Sigrid was a fast thinker. All her survival depended on it, now, and the countless times before. Sure the circumstances were a little different, but the goal was the same. Survive. "I guess you really don't understand how useful I am," Sigrids tone was sharp, but level, masking her seething anger, "on average, I'd say im worth about a quarter of a million. Maybe more. See you probably don't know how many rich old guys love a pretty face." Sigrid shrugged as best she could given the circumstances,"I've got about 40 pages of account information in this bloodied up head of mine...," she smiled innocently, blinking up at him," money that could be yours if you let me take my revenge. So what do you say, pussy cat? Gunna give this mouse some of your nine lives?"

Her words didn't bother him in the slightest though it was very amusing at her admission that she liked it rough. Poor thing probably had no idea what that could entail but he would let her say her piece and keep his mouth shut. His eyes watched hers without blinking or looking away though as he felt her slowly weakening, it was a simple matter to let his energy drain her but at this point it was already longer than he had let it go before and he wasn't sure just how far it could push a person or if it would stop on its own and only leave them in a weakened state. Her words of wanting something though had him bark out a laugh, "And how typical of a woman to expect something for nothing."

He was going to say more but internally shook his head, it would be a waste of words on her most likely, she had a goal and seemed to think only of that which he could hardly fault her for. Her words that followed when she finally got to her 'deal' though made him shake his head for real, even releasing her from his grip as he stepped away. His eyes didn't show with desire for the money though and instead held only a slight contempt and disappointment. "Money? You think money is enough to get you what you want? If you thought so then your money would already be enough to get revenge and pay someone to take care of your revenge for you."

He turned his back on her then, letting the shadows that had encased them finally disperse with a deep breath as his concentration was finally free and he felt the drain of it flood through him. Shaking his head he slowly started to walk away calling back to her, " I won't kill you, it would be a waste of my effort and time at this point to see you think so small, like money is all that matters. If you want power you must be willing to seize power. Not with money, not with flowery words, but with your own two hands." He looked over his shoulder as he was about to leave the alley and cast a sidelong glance at her, "I am willing to help you with what you seek, but not until you show me your convictions and learn that money is not everything."

Even as he rounded the corner he didn't leave quickly, it was far too fun to toy with the woman. Besides, he had left enough line and bait out there that he knew she likely wouldn't pass up the chance to get what she wanted. What he was interested in was the amusement of watching her struggle, of finding a way to offer him the correct deal. There wasn't one though, anything she offered simply wouldn't be enough. He was a man of action when there was something he wanted and he expected the same of anyone who would try and become like him by using his blood. He would not turn the weak or the cautious and so far, she was at least the first one to hide behind money. At least to him it was this way.

Obviously, her deal had been of no interesting to him, and Sigrid furrowed her grows. His condescending tone made her furious, but she quickly bit back any insults. There was no doubt he though he was better than her, a human few options and too many goals. She gritted her teeth, her tone coming off harsher than she intended. "I don't want to pay someone to do it for me," she spat, lips curled up in a snarl, "I want to watch the life leave his eyes myself. I want to be the one to hear him scream for mercy." Sigrid's eyes were like blazing fire, despite their icy color, and her small body quivered with rage. Images of the past whirled around in her mind like moths in near a light; the smell of blood, its slick, crimson touch, cold on her face. She shuttered, not only from the cold, but also from the images there never quite left her mind.

Half dazed, Sigrid barely noticed the shadows that had entrapped her were gone, and the mans grip gone from her arms. He legs wobbled slightly with the support gone, but she managed to hold herself up, and even shot him an icy glare. She gripped a nearby wall, leaning her body into it, fighting to urge to sit down. 'What the ****...?' she thought, her heart starting to race, 'must be the cold...yeah...the cold.'

Sigrids heart sank as he turned to leave, taking her chance of survival along with him. "****..." she muttered under her breath, clenching her fist until they were white. She was tired, so dreadfully tired that there was little stopping her from sleeping in the shadow of this musty ally way. There was no turning back this time though, she would hold her head high, and take what was hers. 'No rest for the wicked I suppose,' she mused, stumbling after the vampire.

Quickly, she rounded the corner, almost running to the man with full force. With all the strength she could muster, Sigrid grab his jacket, forcing him to face her. To say she was pissed would be a understatement, for pure rage echoed in the deepest parts of her eyes. She was sick of it. Sick of being cast of, of having to hold it in, to pretend. There was only one part of her still alive, and it was definitely still kicking.

Unfazed by the fact that people could now here her, Sigrid raised her voice, her pretty face distorted with anger. "Listen here asshole! I know what I want, and im sick of playing nice. Don't you remember what its like to be a human? To lose somebody important. To want to watch the person who took them from you burn a thousand times over." Her body shook, and despite the red blaze of her cheeks, her eyes stayed focused and dry. Her strength waning, Sigrid tightened her grip on the edge of the wall, her breath growing labored. "What do you even ******* have to lose by giving me the tools I need to slay him?"

Her words of wanting to kill whoever was the target of her revenge was too little too late as he had already been determined to walk away from her. No good offer to him after speaking of a deal? It wasn't worth his time to play with her anymore, not when he was hungry but of course that didn't end up mattering. He heard her coming, how could he not when she was running at him, and expected her to try and stop him. Maybe get in front of him or call out. It was actually a pleasant surprise as she had grabbed him and turned her to face him.

Deciding to let it play out as it was rather entertaining he looked at her calmly, but coldly. His eyes showing a very thin level of patience at this point as she started to raise her voice at him. Her words made sense, who wouldn't want revenge for such a thing? Unfortunately he was not like her, he had had nobody his whole life before being turned and even since then he was not sure what or who he might have in this place. Reaching down his hands closed around her wrists, slowly and deliberately. holding her hands in place against his shirt and said softly, "How wrong you are about me. Of course I remember what it was like to be human. What you fail to realize is that even if I were once human I was never like you."

His voice turned cold and harsh then as he pulled her hands away from him forcefully, not even caring it if ripped his shirt or not as he looked down at the woman before him. "When I was human I was the boogeyman for people that fought and died on a daily basis. The people I was with hunted down people to create the remnants like you that are left behind seeking vengeance. I have even killed a few of them that somehow caught up to me, sometimes months, sometimes years later." He pushed her hands aside then, finally releasing his hold and growled out at her, "As for what I would lose? Nothing. Nothing more than a bit of blood. But to make me give you you my blood for nothing? Oh no. That simply won't do."

It was only then that he once more stepped away from her but didn't turn away and instead watched her quietly before seeming to reach a decision, "You want to be like me and the others with this kind of power? Fine. I will give you what you want. But if you think I'm going to let you go run free and cause havoc you are sorely mistaken. You see I absolutely loathe responsibility but to turn you makes me responsible for you. If you want it you'll have to live with being under my thumb while you learn control. If that isn't ok with you then walk away now. Once you accept and I do it, if you run wild without restraint or start to go feral I will put you down myself without even a hint of remorse or hesitation." He waited for her answer, it would be interesting if she had that kind of conviction and at least then he could get behind it a bit more. If not, well, then she could go her own way. He didn't care if someone knew about vampires, and had always found the Masquerade to be rather dull even if he understood its necessity.

With brows furrowed, Sigrid watched the vampire with slanted eyes. He was a tough nut to crack, so much so, he could practically be a rock. Too tired to be angry, she sighed, letting her breath seep slowly out through nose. "Yeah, she mumbled, letting a lazy smirk slide across her face, "there aren't a lot of people like me." Sigrid ran a hand through her hair, pushing back her hood. There was a good possibility she would pass out, but thankfully this wasn't her first show down. She could handle it.

Sigrid felt a ting of annoyance, "So you did some bad things, " she shrugged, "So have I, that's no the point." For a moment she thought. How many people had she hurt, how low had she gone to survive this far. That was all it was about, surviving. That word held more meaning to her than anything else, and this vampire was as well versed in it as she was. "It would be nice to know your name before you I become your slave," with nose turned up, she smirked, "I'm sigrid. I have nothing to lose by giving you my name. Its barely useful to me anyways."

A bit of anger bubbled up inside her, but Sigrid was quick to douse it, letting her judgement take over. She searched the vampires face, which did her little good, for it was as unwavering as stagnant pond water. There was no telling what turning into a vampire would do to her, or her mind. She new it could kill her, but there what would be the point? Sigrid bit her lip, her expression panicked, her mind buzzing with activity. Would there be another chance like this again? Probably not, despite Harper Rocks fame for harboring more undead creatures of the night than any other place in the country. Her path of revenge had led her here, a trail of blood so deep it stained the earth. Sigrid couldn't even remember the person she was before that fateful night, figuring a part of her must have died with her sister. The memories, no, those where still very much fresh and alive, like maggots eating at every fiber of her being.

"Fine," her voice was solid, her eye void of any light, "I accept...I mean, what do I have left to lose?" Sigrid extended her small hand, wrists a bit too thin, but she didn't shake. In fact, she did move at all, her body a rigid line. "If you want, after my vengeance is done, " she smiled sweetly, "you can go ahead and kill me."