Outrageous Acts of Violence ((Mordechai))

[Isabeau Valachi]

It was one of those nights, Bo was out, needing to get out of the house. As of late that is the only place she had been because of her having to heal from her little 'snaffoo' in Italy. Her leg could hold her weight now and because she was the way she was, she had been pushing herself. The gym in her apartment had been put to good use in the days following her return to Harper Rock, but now, now she needed to get out of that place.

At first she thought she would hit the slums, go chill with some of the gangsters and their goods. And if some of those goods ended up falling into one of her bags, all the better. However, she really didn't feel like having a fight with those bastards, and one of them was likely to push her the wrong way and set off her hair trigger. Still, she needed money, so she headed for that odd castle that she rarely went to. The people in there seemed crazier than she was, people drinking blood or randomly attacking her, and for some reason they were so strong. Of course, PCP was well known for making people super strong and super ******* nuts.

Still, she needed the money and for some odd reason, they left random wallets all over the place. And not just wallets. Things that would be well worth the risk of running into one of those nut jobs. Wallets and weapons galore. The corner of her lips curled slightly at the though. Yes, that would help her greatly. With a sigh she began to jog towards the castle, her icy eyes looking out for anyone that might try to stop her.

That was another oddity she noticed about the place. It was huge, and filled with nutcases... why was it not guarded? Heavily? Even by the freaks inside the building... Did they really not care? She could guess not, but still, she would not let her guard down as she moved closer and closer to the building, her head on a swivel, her eyes bouncing from place to place until she had made it inside.

The place, for now seemed relatively quiet and that could only mean good things for her. Bo was in no mood what so ever to have to deal with the crazy S.O.Bs that hung around this place. She had time for one thing and one thing only, gathering whatever she could so that she could get some money back into her account.

Isabeau was not the type of girl to believe in all the paranormal mumbo-jumbo that she had heard about while she had been in the city. As far as she was concerned, this city was nothing more than one giant insane asylum, with all their talk of ghosts and that BS. Though, there was no denying, this place made her a bit nervous. Her eyes rolled just at the thought of it and she began her search for things that she could sell and wallets she could pick up and empty out. Cash was always good but the occasional credit card was always fun as well. And then of course even the the people's identities where great things to make money on.

A sound off in the distance - one she couldn't quite identify - caught her attention for a moment, causing her to turn and pull her gun and knife, getting ready for an attack of some kind.

"Bo, that accident must have fucked with your mind." She said quietly to herself as she returned to what she was doing, holstering her gun and hiding the knife back in one of the many pockets of her cargo pants.

[Mordechai]

Mordechai knelt over the body as it turned to ash, waiting patiently. A breeze drifted through the castle stirring the remains to reveal a Psylen X4. The laconic killer reached out and lifted the pistol, slowly he turned it in his massive hands. Good quality, it would do. Slipping it into his pack Mordechai reached out to a secure node with his mind, accessing the black market auction house where he sold many of his wares. It took but a moment to 'think' the new listing into existence, setting a sell price of ten thousand, before he stood and stretched. Since he had stopped using his Glock G22, the killer had been picking up a few small wounds here and there, but the 'feel' of the up close killing he now did with the custom sword he had forged, was fulfilling.

He had lost blood in that last battle, and Mordechai decided it was time to step out for a snack, bring himself back up to fighting trim, When he was low on blood, the lethargy gave these damn Lionelli a slight advantage. It was going to take a couple of humans to top up this night, if he was to let them wander off on their own when he finished. Turning, he stepped out of the cubby hole on the second floor and silently padded towards the main stairs that would bring him down near the main entrance. Turning the corner the male's preternatural hearing picked out a faint heartbeat, looked like dinner wasn't so far away after all. Mordechai's eyes blinked once as his power reached out drawing swirling shadows closer and closer to entwine his leg, wrapping about him. As the shadows continued higher, the killer faded from sight.

Careful steps brought the now invisible killer out into the open where he paused to watch a human female rifling though a dropped wallet. Stalking forward like some massive prehistoric feline, needle sharp fangs appeared in his cavernous mouth. One hand slipped into the woman's hair locking into a fist as the other wrapped into the front of her shirt. Pulling her to him, head yanked back, her slender throat exposed, a low growl escaped him as his hunger rose.

[Isabeau Valachi]

Bo huffed a little as she tossed a now empty wallet to the side. She had found it only moments after talking to herself about the way this place was messing with her head. Or maybe it was the medication she was still taking. Again, she found herself shaking her head again. And then, that is when she felt it, the hand wrapping in her hair and another wrapping around her. She jerked her head, trying to pull it free and struggled against the embrace, she then slammed her head back, hoping to hit whoever the asshole who had her was in the jaw, but she missed. Still, she didn't stop struggling. This guy clearly had been on whatever drugs the people in this place were on.

"Let go of me, asshole!" She hissed out as she tried to free herself, despite the way he was holding her, making it pretty much impossible of getting out of his grip. Her head at a painful angle. It wouldn't take much for this guy to just snap her neck from this angle. And then there was pain, mind boggling, sight blinding pain radiating from her neck. She jerked and tried to get away from it, away from him. And then she started to feel weak, and the room began to spin, her breathing slowed and then there was nothing. Just darkness. It wrapped around her like a cold, dark blanket. It held her like a lover. Surrounded her like family. Darkness and yet... she wasn't scared.

People say in these sort of situations, your life flashes past your eyes. Her her case, it hadn't just darkness. Just like after her accident. Perhaps that is why she felt so welcome in the darkness. It was a darkness that she had been in for about a month while she had been in Italy. It was more home than Italy, more than this place had ever been. Just that darkness that made her feel at home. The night had always been more welcoming so maybe this is where she belonged. In the darkness. Only one thing crossed her mind... would she see her mother in the darkness or would she be alone again? And her father... he couldn't show it... but he cared, or at least he made it seem like he cared.

The darkness closed in on her, drawing away all thought, just darkness.

[Mordechai]

Feeding had never been difficult, The massive killer had taken well to it right from the start. Some he fed lightly from, and let them wander off, others he drained dry, often tearing and shredding the remains to make it appear as though they were one more victim of the wild animal attacks that had been in the news not so long ago. This one would be easy, the raven haired woman had fainted in his arms. Lips curled back as his fangs elongated even more, the hunger was biting deep into him, accentuated by the wounds gained in the last battle. blood still flowed down his arm in a small rivulet, dripping from his elbow as he began to draw deeply on the human's life force, draining her to provided needed sustenance for himself. The woman felt as though she were becoming physically lighter as he continued to feed. He was in the castle. No humans came here that would be missed by any of importance. The killer did not want to go far this night, there were still many more of the Lionelli that needed to feel the taste of his blade.He would drain her, drain her dry. There would be no need to dispose of the body, it would disappear he was sure. Many things disappeared within the confines of the castle.

Finally finished Mordechai dropped the body to the ground, one more disappearance in Harper Rock City would be no surprise to anyone. Closing his eyes the killer leaned back his head stretching his muscles as he felt the life giving blood coursing through him. Once again full, Mordechai could almost feel his wounds knitting closed. What he failed to observe, was the steady stream of scarlet blood dripping from his elbow into the parted ruby lips of the woman at his feet. The euphoric feeling passed and the male once more glanced about, ready to begin the hunt once more for his next target. Casually hooking one of his NewRocks in the humans midriff, an effortless snap of his knee tossed the woman into a darkened corner. The hunt continued, and one after another the Lionelli underlings fell beneath his sword. Having made a full circuit of the castle, and feeling the coming of the dawn, Mordechai finally called a halt to the hunt and settled to the ground to rest, knowing that he would easily wake long before any of the remaining enemy would be able to launch a counterattack. Somewhere back in the recesses of his mind, the killer realized that his place of rest was only a few feet from his evening meal. Irrelevant, she was dead.

[Isabeau Valachi]

On the outside, Bo looked every bit the dead body. On the inside she was cocooned in darkness, in a warm embrace and there was no bright light, there was no life flashing before her eyes. Just the darkness that she was used too by now. Outside she did not feel her body being dropped to the floor like the garbage the creature clearly saw her as. On the outside she did not feel or hear anything, her eyes closed, her lips parted in a silent scream that would never pass. Her body did not draw breath, her heart was shuddering, trying to beat one last beat but it was something that she did not feel, she was not aware of in any way shape or form. She was simply a body, laying in the muck, tossed to the wayside.

Inside, with the darkness around her, she was at rest, at peace. Sleeping beauty. Not dead, just in a magical death like sleep that would last for who knows how long. Until she woke all her own. Until true loves kiss broke the spell. One would never know. Though her though blood raced like sports cars through her veins, through muscle and sinew and tissue. On a molecular level her body was shifting and turning. Stronger, harder. Bones growing, muscles toning and tightening. Slowly, the dead body was shifting into something lethal.

Somewhere in her psyche she could feel the pull of the sun and the moon, knowing when one gave way to the other, knowing when the sun was at its highest peak. Somewhere in her mind cells fired back and forth, creating new paths, repairing old ones. Still her body did not move, made no sound. No breath. No heart beat. Cooling despite her subconsciousness feeling like she was on fire and screaming as the fire consumed her. The remains of her wounds from her accident were healing slowly as the hours slowly ticked by, as the sun crept across the sky. Anyone that looked upon her would think she was sleeping peacefully, that this beauty had some how been under a spell, but within, beauty was also becoming the beast.

Eventually, subconscious made way for consciousness. The first thing she became aware of was the warmth of the floor beneath her, and she knew she was on the floor, she didn't know how she knew but she did. Then there was the fact that she could feel the sun beginning to dip beneath the horizon and once again, she didn't know how she knew, she just did. She knew that she felt stronger, that she could smell things she knew she should be able to. The smell of death and yet, so much more as if she could smell things not just withing feet of her, but of yards.

Then she felt the hunger, that deep, stomach clenching, claw raking feeling of hunger. Her eyes shot open and though she didn't know for sure, she was sure there was something new about her eyes that seemed to see further, better. She had always had great eye sight, but this was almost blinding. She groaned and turned on her side, gripping her stomach, trying to will away the hunger and not being able too. Then she heard movement and it seemed like before she even though about it, she was up, and moving. Her hands went from her gun and dagger, pulling both out, getting ready to attack.

Something moved and she pounced like a panther, growling and snarling, shooting and digging her dagger into the body of a creature as it tried to fight her off. The surprise had taken it off guard, but the moment it got its head back in the game, the initiate threw her off as if she were a rag doll. She hit the wall with a force that she knew should have killed her. But it didn't. It fueled her hunger, her anger, she growled again like a wild beast and attacked again, but this time the thing was ready for her. It fought her off with ease but she was not giving up, she had a hunger in her eyes and in her stomach that seemed to dig at her like one of her daggers would. Every time she would run at this thing, it would throw her away, she was bleeding badly and the more she bled the hungrier she felt, the hungrier she felt the angrier she got. The more she wanted to attack and did... her pride would not allow her to stop.

[Mordechai]

The killers eyes snapped open, though no other muscle in his body twitched. It was almost sunset, his internal clock was never wrong. As his strength and power grew, and time went by, less and less did the daylight torpor affect him. He had never burned in the sun’s rays as so many others of his kind did, but the lethargy as a fledgling had been heavy. Now it was negligible. Eyes roved the room but still he sat unmoving, deciding that he would wait, let his first victim come to him. Reaching out with his preternatural senses as he felt the last of the sun’s power fade, Mordechai caught the whispering steps of the first lionelli headed into the east wing. Last night’s dinner lay sprawled in the corner, warranting no further attention as his hand slipped to the hilt of his sword. Step by step he sensed the vampire coming nearer. Watching through the long lashes that veiled his heterochromic eyes Mordechai mentally counted down the range. The initiate drew closer, three, two, one… just as the massive killer prepared to launch on the unsuspecting initiate, the forgotten rag doll in the corner burst into motion, a windmill of attacking arms and… fangs?

As his mind processed what it had seen, the man- mountain gracefully rose, drew, swung, and decapitated the initiate. Although it had easily toss the woman aside, in truth the newly made Lionelli had had no chance at all against the killer that had so nonchalantly rested on the floor. Pulling one hundred dollars from the wallet of the quickly ashing corpse. Mordechai’s attention quickly shifted to the woman once more on the floor next to wall. Moving with a speed and grace that belied his mass, the killer easily scooped up the woman with one hand as the other casually grasp her wrist giving a shake. As the knife clattered on the floor one cerulean and one obsidian orb locked onto the woman’s face. He had drained her, he knew he had. Left her dying, one heartbeat from death. Yet now, she was alive, able to attack. It made no sense. but then those probing orbs caught a speck of brown on the corner of her lips. Eyes narrowing Mordechai pulled the woman up closer. Had one of the Lionelli found the woman near death and turned her as a recruit? one long nail reached out, flicking a speck of the dried blood from the edge of the full lips, raising to his mouth, and touching it to his tongue. Thrusting the woman out to arm's length Mordechai’s snapped open wide staring. The blood. The blood on her lips. It was….



His.

[Isabeau Valachi]

Again the ******* had tossed her aside as so much trash, she felt her head crack against the wall and in that moment, as much as she wanted to move, she couldn't. The room spun slightly and she had to wonder what the hell was going one. That last hit should have killed her, she knew it, she could feel it. And yet she could also feel her body beginning to heal and allow her to stand. But before she could, her eyes snapped to a large male and she couldn't help but sit there and watch as he moved in and took command of the fight. She growled though as she watched how easily he dispatched her kill. She growled because she had wanted to kill it, she had wanted to take it down. And now... it was gone. Her blue eyes hardened and she glared at the male.

And then his eyes locked on her and he was lifting her to her feet in a speed so fast it actually made her head spin. Or rather, made the room around her head spin. He held her and she struggled against him, trying to get out of his hold that was clearly way more powerful than her own. She tried to move her head away from his touch as he had tried to wipe her mouth. "What the ****?! *******! let me go!!" She said with a growl in her tone, her eyes watched the way he seemed to like the taste of whatever had had been on the side of her mouth. She couldn't find out for herself because of the way he held her.

Then his eyes snapped open and she growled again, still struggling to get out of his hold. There was something in the look of his eyes that both scared her and made her curious, but the ******** still had her in his hold and he wasn't letting go, no matter how much she struggled against the hold. She began cursing again, this time doing it in Italian and then French and finally switched to Scots Gaelic, the words coming out in a mix of all of the languages as she tried to pull from his hold once again.

"Let me go!!" She growled as she looked at him.

[Mordechai]

<Mordechai> The woman struggled in his grasp, a meaningless struggle. She was vampire. He had drained her as a human, but now she was vampire...and tasted of him. This was wrong, he had not turned her. He knew what was needed, Prudence had told him. He had not fed her blood, yet there was no denying that it was his blood drying about her lips. “What are you?”

<Isabeau> Why wouldn’t this freak let her the hell go? No matter how much she tried to pull away she just couldn’t free herself from his grip, and yet, it seemed as if he wasn’t really holding on that tight. Or at least, if he was, she wasn’t feeling it. She growled again, almost feral in a way as she looked up at him. He was huge. This guy could have intimidated her father, and he wasn’t the kind of guy to be intimidated. “What the **** kind of question is that? What the **** do you think I am?”

<Mordechai> “You are vampire. You were not, but now you are. You taste of me.” The killer yawned fangs dropping into place as his eyes locked to hers. “My blood was on you. Yet I did not do this. I…..” He what? There was no doubt it had been his blood at her lips. How? Raising her arm to his mouth, Mordechai pricked her wrist with a fang swirling his tongue over the wound as it healed almost instantly between the coagulants of his saliva and her now natural healing abilities. The blood was her own, but he could taste himself within her. There was no doubt. “You are mine”

<Isabeau> That caused her to stop her struggle for a moment as she listened to the guy. She blinked once, twice, a third time. Then she shook her head and growled at him again trying to get free of his grip once again “Let me go you freak! Seriously! You are ******* nuts if you...” she had started to speak but then he was lifting her arm and he bit down into her wrist. Again she began to struggle and to try to pull from his grip as she watched him. She didn’t even pay attention to the fact that she had nearly healed the moment his fangs had pulled from her, she just stopped again and looked at him. “I’m Yours?! What the ****! You bite me once and you think I’m yours?! Let me the **** go!!!!” She growled once again, and once again she tried to pull from his grip but couldn’t. What the **** was this guy on?!

<Mordechai> Shaking his head as she struggled helplessly, Mordechai lowered her until the womans feet touched the ground. Leaning forward he once more let down his fangs “Do you see?” sliding his other hand down to her wrist, the killer raised her hand to her own mouth, scraping one finger along her emergent canines, letting the needle like tip pierce her finger. “Do you feel?” He watched her as he waited for the realization to strike. “Do you feel hunger? A hunger like you have never felt before? You are as I. You were created from a part of me. You are no longer as you were. No longer human.”

<Isabeau> As he set her down on her feet she felt like she had a little more strength to pull free but again she didn’t And then she was looking at his fangs and she stopped for a moment before rolling her eyes at him. “Nice dental work, jackass...” she was once again silenced by the way his hand slid to her wrist, her eyes shifting towards the movement, watching for a moment before he was making her bite her own finger. That is when she noticed… what the ****?! She thought to herself, her canines were longer, like his, her eyes shot to his mouth for a moment and then she was once again feeling the fangs and in total disbelief of what she was feeling. She almost missed his question, but didn’t and for some reason she felt compelled to answer him even though she still thought he was nuts. “Yes… I do.” She licked her lips and tasted the dried blood still on her lips. “Vampire? I can’t, I just can’t believe that ********...” She said and yet as she said it, she was taking stock of everything about her, she felt stronger, healthier… and yet, she didn’t feel a heartbeat and the place felt warm despite her knowing that the night before had been snowing. “What the hell?” She said quietly, looking around before returning angry eyes to the male in front of her.

<Mordechai> “You are no longer as you were.” The laconic killer showed no emotion on his stoic face, though inside, his mind was swiftly processing every possible series of events that could have brought this, this, this situation … into being. He had sired. The woman seemed to be slowly calming though he could still see anger in her eyes, there was confusion as well. “You are now as I.” Relaxing his grip a little more, the killer released some of his inner power, letting flow from himself into her as he had been taught long ago by one of the elusive wraiths that haunted this city. A touch more color came to her complexion as he let go with a second burst of power. The energy mixed within her forcing what blood there was flowing through her veins to multiply cloning itself, filling her, lessening the hunger. He knew that two heals would not sate her, but it would decrease the maddening hunger than he knew the newly turned felt. He would not leave her to learn on her own. “The hunger, does it lessen?”

<Isabeau> She didn’t know what was more annoying at the moment, the fact that he spoke like freaking dracula or the fact that she was actually started to believe the ******** that was coming out of his mouth. She watched him as he began to relax and a part of her wanted nothing more than to ram her knife into his gut, but at the same time, he had disarmed her and there was another part of her that didn’t want to harm him. That thought alone made her blink once more. What the ****? Was all that she could think to herself, all the while watching him and the way he was looking at her. She felt as if her hunger was lessening but at the same time… it wasn’t she was still hungry, still wanting to eat. What was wrong with her? Was he telling the truth? She looked up at him and was still so ******* confused. “Yes… and No...” she said, licking her lips and then licking at her fangs… she had ******* fangs!

<Mordechai> “You need to feed.” It was a simple statement, an obvious one. She needed to be taught though, not turned loose as a pariah on the city. Once more he let slip a wave of power, this time a weak summons, that would drift out to caress the ears of a weak minded human, drawing them mindlessly to him. Mordechai had great reserves of power both physical and mental, and it was becoming apparent he would need them. As she calmed he continued to loosen the hold on her. She could not escape the castle. The entrance was to far away for her to make it before she was once more in his hold. “I have summoned, one will come.” Picking her knife from the ground he deftly rolled it across his knuckle in a display of dexterity, before catching the blade in his hand “You need more proof.” Using only the thumb of his hand, he pressed softly as his eyes stayed on her, and the knife folded sideways until the blade snapped.

<Isabeau> To feed? What the… The more he talked the more she felt like she had slipped into the twilight zone. She shook her head as disbelief still played in her mind and she just, couldn’t understand what was going on. And then he spoke again and she looked up at him. Summoned? Summoned what?! Summoned who?! He could summon ****? Then her mind was once again pulled off of all the questions in her mind and watched as he was playing with her knife, the way he spun it this way and that in dizzying speed and yet, she could still follow every single little move he made with it. It wasn’t until he snapped it like a toothpick that she growled at him and once more glared at him “What the ****, yo! That was my favorite knife!” It wasn’t anything special really, but it was one that she liked to use a lot.

<Mordechai> “I can make better” It was simply a statement of fact. “You will grow, if you live. Grow stronger than you ever thought possible as a human. If you allow me, I will help you” He was unsure what to do next, she would have to decide, and believe. The sound of shuffling steps came from the next room, dinner was served. “You will need to learn to feed properly”

<Isabeau> Her brow arched slightly as he said he could make better. She was someone that enjoyed making weapons as well, though she had preferred guns to blades in that moment. Though she preferred to use a blade in most matters. He wanted to help her, and in a way she felt like she would need it, and that she could trust him. Yet she didn’t want to trust this guy, there were two guys that were close to trust… her father and the guy her father had sent her to watch over, though she hadn’t seen him in ages. “Alright…” she said, her attention turned to the shuffling sound and her head raised, she could smell blood, fresh blood, her eyes widened, she could hear the heart beating. This… this was just… fucked up.

[Isabeau Valachi]

<Mordechai> “The first thing you need to learn is to feed without killing. Or how to dispose of the body if you do” He had mostly released his grip, more of a cautionary hold now. “Do you hear his heart? hear the flow? This is how you will now feed. Forever. You will no longer eat, nor drink, only feed.”

<Isabeau> She blinked as she looked up at him, and that was a long up too, she wasn’t a small girl in height, but he was just… huge. Then her eyes snapped to the guy walking up to them, he looked to be in a daze of some kind and like he was under control of something or on some very strong drugs. She listened to what the guy was saying, she could hear his heart, she could hear the flow of his blood, and she was hungry for it. Actually. *******. Hungry. For blood! She shook her head, wanting to ignore the hunger, but she couldn’t. Feed without killing? That was going to be hard… “I’ve disposed of bodies before...” she said absentmindedly before she walked up to the guy and stared at him for a moment as if she were enthralled with that thump, thump, thump just under his jaw. Then she pounced, grabbing the guy, biting into his neck like a lioness going for the jugular.

<Mordechai> Mordechai watched silently, moving closer as his...Creation? Progeny? Spawn? Fed. His mind wandered thing of the names that Prudence had given those she created. He was unsure. So far she had not ravaged the man too bad. The heals he had slipped into her had taken the edge off he was sure, but even if he allowed her to fully drain him it would not be enough to fill her this first time, so it would be best to let him live, then find another. “Control. Moderation. We will find another.” He was not sure if she had fully accepted yet what she had become, but the hunger had drove her to act. She was vampire.

<Isabeau> The moment the man’s blood came in contact with her tongue, she began to growl and hold the body tighter, her eyes moving to the male, keeping him always in her sight even as he moved around, and every time he got closer she stepped away from him, the growl getting louder and louder as she drained the man. He was preaching control and moderation, but she wasn’t hearing that. She couldn’t. It was too good, too delicious. Her eyes closed for a moment as she savored the taste, but she couldn’t stop feeding. She wouldn’t. Her eyes snapped over again and she continued to drink until his heart stopped… only then did she drop the body. Then she whimpered… “I want more...”

<Mordechai> The killer watched disinterestedly as his apparent spawn drained the male, by draining this one, she would be almost full, and easier able to control the urges. He knew some that seemed to have an insatiable desire to feed, but as long as they never let their reserves grow low, they were able to control their kills, instead feeding endlessly from a revolving door of donors and victims. It was time to move on, one body here would disappear, numerous would need an explanation. “Let’s go, come with me and I will show you safe places to feed”

<Isabeau> She looked at him, in her eyes there was a strange mix of curiosity and confusion and also distrust. She didn't know this guy, but then she looked at the body again and shook her head. She had just drained a ******* person… Drank their blood. This was… Oh her head hurt. She looked back to the huge guy and finally nodded to him, turning away from the corpse. “I can't believe I drank blood… And that I want more…” She looked at him again, “I want so much more…”

<Mordechai> Mordechai just nodded, “It is common with the newly turned, fledglings, whatever. It is controllable. You will learn, or die, one or the other. It matters not how hungry you are, only that you are neither seen nor leave a mess behind. This one will disappear. The next you will not kill.” Slinging his pack the killer resheathed his sword and turned towards the stairs, cocking an enquiring eyebrow at the woman.

<Isabeau> She stared at him for a moment, he said that she wouldn't kill the next one, she on the other hand wasn't so sure. The hunger for blood clawed at her in a way that she had never felt. Her eyes looked to him, taking in his actual appearance for once and she was shocked at just how huge he was. Then something he said earlier came back to the forefront of her mind. “You said I would only feed, I can't eat food or drink again?” It was just… Odd. There were so many questions and yet, she wasn't the type to ask questions because then it only served to show how little she really knew.

<Mordechai> “There are some that can, but I have appraised you. You are not of their path. You are more like me than just having fangs, you tread the same path as I do. In time you may learn to digest and hold human food once more, but you will gain nothing from it. You will process it to no end.” Mordechai waited a moment at the top of the stairs, then repeated his early request, “Come”

<Isabeau> She listened to him but frankly, everything he said flew right over her head. Bo felt so out of her element right now and she did not like that in the least. And then he said ‘come’ and she arched her brow, a big part of her wanted to tell him to go **** himself and that she was not a dog, but then she nodded “Alright.” And she felt compelled to follow him, to listen to him. That wasn't something she liked at all. Still, she followed him, letting him lead the way.

<Mordechai> The killer stood with a cocked eyebrow as the woman finally turned and came forward. “Once you have learned this, we will replace that toy I broke in your first lesson. We are going to slip into Thornside…. It is good hunting grounds.” Turning he walked away as a last query floated over his shoulder, “I assume you have a name? I will require it”

<Isabeau> Boy this guy was beginning to grate on her nerves, but at the same time she was willing to follow him into hell if need be. That was not something she was cool with. She wanted to stop, to run away, but she didn't, she couldn't. When he mentioned breaking her knife, she growled a little. It wasn't until he asked her name - in the wierdest way she had heard - that the growl stopped and she responded to him. “Isabeau… I go by Bo though. And you would be?” If he was going to have her name, she wanted his.

<Mordechai> Without turning or slowing the killer headed towards the main entrance as his ears focused on the fledgling, “Mordechai.”

<Isabeau> Bo nodded, though she didn't know why, she doubted the guy had even seen the nod at all. She just followed silently, wondering just what this guy had planned, worrying that he would be wrong about this feeding thing… Would she be able to stop? She was doubting it. Not with how the hunger clawed at her. The only thing that kept her from keeling over was her own will, willing herself to remain upright, strong, ready for an attack.

<Mordechai> Stepping from the door, Mordechai glanced back one more time, then began an easy cross country jog headed into the north east corner of the park. A few minutes passed before he finally drew to a stop in the shadow of a silent copse of trees.

<Isabeau> Bo arched her brow, then followed after him, amazed that she seemed to be running far easier than she had been just earlier this day. When she had been trying to work her strength back to 100%. He seemed to have healed her of that much, but she felt angrier, like her hair trigger was even more sensitive. Like anything could set her off. When he stopped, she did as well, standing just behind him, easily hidden in his shadow.

<Mordechai> “In the park. There are no cameras in the park, security is lax. It is much easier to feed here, sorta of a vampire’s IHOP. Now though, now you will not kill. You feed, you feed till you feel them weaken. Then you goto the next, there are always many here.” Eyes pored down into her face as he reset his stetson, “Do you understand”

<Isabeau> She watched him for a moment and then looked towards a person who was walking towards them, alone, in the dark. Seriously? This person was just asking to be mugged. She looked to Mordechai again and looked almost at a loss before the scent of blood caught her. Her eyes traveled around and landed back on the person walking closer. The blood beckoned her, she walked up to the person, silently, walking past him. Then she pivoted around, grabbing the guy, one hand clasping over his mouth, the other yanking his head back violently. She bit down, moaned in pleasure, her own knees going a tad week. She could hear that he was reaching the point that the guy said to release him at, she knew it, but that blood tasted so good, she just couldn't get enough. More. She needed more. Bo lifted her eyes to where she knew Mordechai had been standing, looking for him. Then even though she wanted more, needed it, was at the point of begging for it, she released the guy, backed away quickly, looking away from the blood, trying not to smell just how delicious it was.

[Mordechai]

The killer watched closely, moving in to stop her physically if it was needed, but just has he was ready to reach out, she stopped. The woman, Isabeau she had said was her name, had taken more than she should have... but she had stopped on her own. "That was good." A slow nod accompanied the words, showing approval for her actions. He could see there was still a hunger in her eyes as he continued. "Let him go, he will wander off on his own, let us move farther into the park and find another." Turning the victim around a few times, Mordechai finally let the man wander off, aimed roughly in the direction they had come from, so that they would not run into him again this night. "It seems the hunger, the lust, is strong within you, it will be important for you to feed often, so that you can feed lightly, there are place that at night, It is easy to feed, I will teach, if you will learn. Come, let us move on." Resting one of his large hands on her shoulder, the killer pointed her down the path before them.