Torn Asunder [Open]

[Trahir Trahison]

(This RP continues from HERE)

The Killer watched the retreating back of his former Sire with icy blue eyes. Stay out of trouble echoed in his mind. You'll be fine. The wind whipped up as if in protest to the words as Velveteen disappeared out of sight, briefly illuminated one last time as she vanished from his view.

Trahir had only briefly fit into any given social group. His attitude and superiority complex was obvious to those who thought they knew him. They couldn't know him really though, he didn't even have that privilege. With plenty of night left, the vampire turns and begins walking south, the opposite direction she had gone in. His face held a stony, cold, callous expression as he walked through the night.

It was early, there was plenty of night left to feed. The mere thought of blood brought the ever present dull roar of hunger to him rising up into a howling need for a moment. It was time to hit a rack. Where to though?

Nightmode. He'd been in there just to poke his head in before. At the moment the atmosphere, techie and gaudy, appealed to him.

Two blocks from the bridge he made his way toward the 1925 Rolls Royce Phantom parked in from of the office skyscrapers there that provided some several hundred jobs to the pencil pushing mortals happily going about their lives as cogs in a dying and broken system while blissfully unaware of the monsters which prowled their streets at night.

He slides easily into the seat, and shortly after is arriving at his destination according to his GPS. Parking the classic car the vampire gets out and heads toward the building, the music already reaching his ears even outside. As he approaches the bouncer eyes him hard, likely his Path's failing, the man reacting to Trahir's predatory aura. Nonetheless it seems the skeptical man isn't adverse to taking his money and Trahir is stepping in from the cold in moments past the scowling bouncer. The thrum of the music is explosive to him, the bass vibrating through him, a sonic resonance that seems to pulse in time now with the waves of thirst within him. Cold eyes scan the club for potential threats (other vampires) and potential prey (humans).

Something has to go right tonight, he thinks to himself.

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Shadis had been out for a simple walk and just happened to be passing by a place called Nightmode when she had spied Trahir slip in through the door. A smile found its way to her lips then as she approached the bouncer who had less of a scowl upon his face. More, he had a look of appreciation and she handed him the money, making sure that their skin brushed. ”It’s a lovely evening, don’t you think?” He smiled and nodded to let her in. Silently she slipped passed him looking for the man that she thought that she had seen enter the very building that she now stood in. Upon not immediately finding him, she made her way to the bar, weaving her form passed multiple bodies until she came face to face with the bartender himself. Another smile caressed her lips then, ”Just a scotch please.”

The man handed her a drink and she slipped him the money for it before she turned her attention back to the crowd. She was only interested in one person even though there were multiple heartbeats, there was one non-existent one that she was looking for. Her brown hues flickered over the multiple people dancing and pressing against each other, but it didn’t interest her not one bit. The woman lifted the drink to her lips and took a sip, enjoying the slow burn downwards. Slowly, she licked her lips and it was then that she laid eyes upon the man that she searched for. She placed her glass down upon the bar and walked away from it. Once again, she weaved her body between and around moving forms. Forms that occasionally bumped her and made her glad that she had placed her drink back down upon the bar.

As she reached him, she lifted a hand to place upon the man’s shoulder and brought herself around in front of him. A smile graced her lips then as her fingers trailed down his arm and she angled her head to the right. ”Trahir! I’m so glad that I ran into you.” Something felt different within the man however, and a frown descended upon her brow. ”Is everything ok?” No sooner had the words left her lips than she moved in to slip her arms around him in some sort of hug, should he allow it. She had become grateful to him when he had helped stopped her from making a rather large fool of herself in front of the Lancaster’s staff. Of which she was able to convince the bartender at the time to not mention the incident to Elliot. Ever since then, she had come to see the man as some kind of friend in an odd sense of the word, but she hadn’t seen him since then.

Until now and he just seemed a little different. The woman drew in the man’s familiar scent as she felt his chest against her cheek. Slowly, she let out a breath and shifted back a little so then she could view the man in front of her. ”Trahir? What’s going on? You seem different than when we last met.” What had happened? She lifted her hand again to rest upon his arm then and wonder just as to how she could possibly sooth such troubles. He had helped her and now she felt some obligation to help the man standing before her, even if it was in the form of some physical contact. Slowly, she drew her fingers up along the man’s arm until her hand rested upon his shoulder. ”We could always go somewhere quieter if you wanted to talk, but I have a feeling that that is not what you want to do exactly.”

[Trahir Trahison]

Trahir stands motionless as Shadis attempts to comfort him. His emotions are muted, barely there yet at the moment he feels something akin to loss... the result of the talk with Velveteen had not been unexpected, but all the same he had thought that this time if he could talk to her alone it would be... different. Dejected, rejected, the Killer found himself in a state he rarely found himself in. He was shocked. Maybe hurt. He couldn't and wouldn't allow himself to if he could, on the emotion that ran deep, so deep as to be almost beyond reach. It was there though. Distant and hollow. That made it all the more horrifying to the rational mind. He could feel this loss which should be akin to losing your mother... yet all it was, in effect, was a blur of motion in the horizon.

He could smell the blood within her...feel her against him. He could hear her. He was perhaps at that moment as vulnerable as when he first awoke to find himself alone for that moment.

He didn't step back, a hand curling around her back as his eyes scan the place for others of their kind. The embrace looking as natural as if they were old friends or lovers seeing each other for the first time in a while. Trahir had consciously been working on his skills at blending in with the humans. He used the opportunity to feed and even to set up one of his own personal hunts. He preferred the horse and dogs for that type of hunt. Only his dogs were crocodilian and he needed no horse to outrun the mortal at any time. It was all in good fun.

The scent of her blood though... it penetrates his thoughts, disrupting them. Blood is everything to Trahir, he savors it like wine. Hers is singing to the predator.He closes his eyes, still smiling for the benefit of the herd around them and then pulls back, leaning his forehead against hers, his hair falling down the side of his face, making a curtain between his eyes and their view.

Eyes which had been icy blue a moment ago were focused on hers, except they are reptilian, the vertical pupil dilating as they open upon hers. "I just lost the last bond I had to my Sire." The words hold a certain gravity within them, it isn't as if he were saying it like his mother was gone, it's something else. A revelation of sorts the young vampire is undergoing. There is no sorrow, just a blunt statement of fact. A fact that hit the Killer with all the weigh of a freight train earlier that night and he was still dazed from it.

"I had hoped for something different."

The vampire blinks twice and when his eyes open they are the icy blue she was used to. "I need a drink."

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Shadis felt the man’s forehead press to her own and she frowned at the man’s words when he had admitted that he had lost the bonds to his sire. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to lose the bonds that she had with her sire, in fact she would probably be devastated. Not only that, but she would probably also feel alone. A shiver trailed down her spine as she remembered what death had felt like, its icy grip always reminding her that it was waiting for her to slip. However, she knew that should her bond with Elliot be broken she would feel alone, which meant that she might as well be dead. The woman had to remind herself that she hadn’t lost the bond to her sire, but Trahir had and she could only imagine what he was going through. Indeed, she had noted the way his eyes had turned reptilian, but instead, she saw beyond the hunger that resided within the man. Blood, he needed blood and he admitted that with his own words by wanting a drink.

The woman lifted a hand and should he remained still, she lightly pressed her fingers to his right cheek, gently sliding them along his cheek bone just underneath those blue eyes. Eye that were captivating in their own right. What did one say to someone who had lost their sire? She wasn’t sure and that made it much harder for her to find the words to speak. Instead, the most that she could give him was physical contact. Maybe he felt the need to kill, but she didn’t think that he was even in his right mind to do it right. Slowly, her palm flattened against his cheek and she slowly exhaled as her hues closed. What could the young fledgling do to help the man? Suddenly she remembered his words back when they had first met and her eyes opened again to peer into the icy depths.

”Perhaps, there is something that I can do to help you? A future payment made in advance, so to speak.” Shadis softly whispered to him while her hand slid along his cheek to gently shift a few of his black locks from his temple. She knew, that she was offering her own neck for him to feed from, but did he realize this? ”I died once and at the time, I didn’t realize that my soon to be sire was holding my body in his arms. All I knew, was that in death, I was alone and the darkness clawed at me to keep me.” A sigh caressed her lips as she closed her eyes again. The woman only spoke of this, because she had to say something to smooth his troubles away. ”I was afraid that it would be all that I would ever know, but instead, I had woken up upon a bed where my sire greeted me. I could only image that losing a sire would be like death itself.”

Another shiver ran down her spine, but not because of the man before her. It was because death always made her fearful within. She was thankful, that she was a vampire, because at least death wouldn’t be permanent, but she always feared the day where someone would kill her and she would be sent to the Shadow Realm. A place where she would be surrounded in cold darkness. Perhaps that was why she was so interested in Trahir. His aura reminded her of death, but for some reason she figured that he wouldn’t kill her. At least, not while she wasn’t boring to him. Perhaps one day he would kill her, but for now, she was content with his company. The man was someone she considered to be some kind of friend, a friend that she didn’t feel so off balanced around. Elliot and his family had a past and she just wasn’t sure where she fit in it all or if she would constantly feel like someone looking in, especially if the past kept rising up before them.

Trahir felt like the perfect balance, at least for the moment.

[Wearing]

[Trahir Trahison]

Trahir realizes that without a Sire he is, outside of Dominique and Nicolette, officially alone. No mentor, no back-up. If things went south during a hunt, if he needed help escaping a jam, if he was seen using a power of feeding, if anything happened, it was only Jane and Nicolette who could help him. He needed contacts and allies and he needed them fast. The best way to make alliances? Minor actions of kindness that yield massive results to those you aid. Basically creating or reacting to a situation in a way that indebted people to you. Later, when in a jam he would need people he could rely on to assist him. Shadis was one of these situations. Trahir had fortuitously wandered into the right bar, Lancaster’s right at the correct moment to stop the beautiful fledgling from causing a major commotion, perhaps one that may have turned lethal. He wondered if she even had an idea that she was nature’s most effective predator. He wondered if she knew the effect she was having on him. How dangerous a game she was playing.

Shadis, being an Allurist, would have the power to distract, enthrall, seduce or enrage any man or woman on the planet. Human or vampire would make no difference. The power that an Allurist could bring to his plans was… essential to the plotting Killer. It would also free him up to focus his own personal development in another area he was more interested in than learning the abilities for himself. He was sure they could be brought to a mutually agreeable arrangement. Her touch on him was soft, it was a sensation Trahir was unaccustomed to for the most part in his Requiem. He’d instantly taken up learning the art of combat as soon as he had been turned. After that his focus was on honing his hunting abilities on a new kind of prey. Then it was business. Trahir leaned toward being obsessive about things when he focused on them. It was on occasion useful, at other times horrifying to others. He had talents entirely different than hers. They could be of great benefit to one another. Her hand on him was troubling to the Killer though. He didn’t know, and figured he wouldn’t know if she used those powers on him. For all he knew, she was already.

He’d heard Allurists ended up hyper-emotional and he had seen as much once from her. A lack of control. Did she yet know the consequences of their kind being intimate? He’d never seen any who were impregnated with a fadebeast, but he’d killed the creatures before, one recently after a little girl had seen the creature. He’d killed her too. No, the creation of a fadebeast was one of those things he was vehemently opposed to. They were a threat to the Masquerade and possibly the reputation of himself and his future childer. Was she aware and simply a cold and callous seductress, planning on enchanting him and using him as much as he planned on ensnaring her loyalty? She interested the Killer.It was because she smelled so good, felt so good that the vampire stepped back from her slightly. It’s not a lot of space, but enough for him to clear his head. “You are close to having to repay the Lancaster faux pas in much the same fashion. It is a lesser vintage that I need to partake in, not from one of our kind. That is something you should never do… it incites… cravings. Addiction… eventually nothing less will satisfy your thirst.”

He’d already taken the largest blow in his short, immortal life this nice. He knew he was not as guarded as he was usually. She was an Allurist. Was she simply taking advantage of his weakened willpower to seduce him to whatever agenda she had? Was it merely the scent of her Vitae that kept his attention or was it the ever-present thirst for power brokering that had enthralled him? His logical mind tried to work through it’s own suspicious nature trying to figure out what was happening in the situation. His paranoia raising his hackles he looks at her curiously, trying to gauge the woman’s intentions. “Where is your Sire this evening? Does he often give you the run of the city?”

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Shadis simply sighed then as he took a slight step back to put some space between them and her hand fisted in the air before it fell back to her side. The rejection of touch and her blood was clear and she slipped her hands into her coat pockets. She bit down upon the clear rejection and schooled her features so then they appeared blank. Silently, her shoulders rose and fell in a simple shrug. Elliot had apparently stopped drinking himself into a stupor, so she didn’t feel the need to tail him everywhere. However, she still kept an eye upon him because she didn’t trust him not to do anything stupid. So far, it had been smooth sailing ever since he had mostly sobered up after their excursion outside of Lancaster’s. She angled her head away from him so then her gaze could view the human bodies that press against each other in what they called a grinding dance.

”As far as Elliot knows, I’m a well-adjusted individual and doesn’t see the need to keep me within his sights. I do whatever I want really.” However, she did admit to herself that Elliot was never too far from speed dial. It had come in handy when she had found that her body basically acted human upon a full moon, which was troubling, but would not hinder her plans. Finally, she took another step back and unbuckled her coat so then it appeared that she was somewhat hot amongst these human bodies. ”Well then, if that is all you want to know, I shall go find myself a snack.” The woman turned upon her heels and weaved passed bodies so then she would leave Trahir’s line of sight. Pride made her turn and walk away, because she didn’t want him to see how she felt on the inside. She had basically shared her fears with him and all he could think about was addiction and her sire leaving her on her own.

Silently, her brown hues spied a man with sandy blonde locks who didn’t appear drunk, grinding against a woman with platinum hair and she did seem drunk. That was all she needed, a simple target was singled out. As she approached, she took note of the tattoos that peeked out from underneath his simple black t-shirt that had been paired off with a pair of jeans. Slowly, a hand reached out to slide along the woman’s left shoulder and applied pressure so then the drunk woman was forced to take a step back. Her slim form took one step into that space, spinning her form around so then her back was pressed against the strange male’s chest. Slowly, she applied more pressure upon the woman’s shoulder to indicate for her to leave. A smirk rose to her lips as the platinum looked at her with a look of disbelief, but the man’s hands had already found their way to Shadis’s hips.

As the woman turned and pushed through the crowd, Shadis leaned her head back against the man’s left shoulder and her right hand came up to lightly rest against the right side of the man’s neck. Her body moved against his before she turned around to laced her arms around his neck. She kept in time with his movements. It was then that she noticed the hoop that hung from the top of his ear, a helix piercing. Slowly, she leaned in and lightly nipped his ear lobe where he proceeded to lightly graze his teeth against the skin of her neck. A soft chuckled rose to her lips then as she softly whispered, ”Want to get out of here?” She felt his breath upon her skin then as he said, “Let’s go sweetheart and see what you’re hiding under those clothes.” Oh you poor sod, she thought to herself as she pulled away to lightly grasp his hand and tugged him towards the door.

She had caught what appeared to be her dinner for tonight, but they wouldn’t reach the bedroom. In truth, she had already fed before she had spied Trahir coming into Nightmode. She was just simply using the strange man as a decoy to play off Trahir's rejection. His rejection when all she had done was worry and care for him, stung more than she wanted him to see. The plan? Was to walk a couple of blocks, pretend to get a call and then slip away from the man who was beside her. He just simply didn’t do it for her.

[Trahir Trahison]

Shadis stepping back from him, the changes in her facial expression tell Trahir he’s upset her. She is gone in a flash though, disappearing into the crowd leaving him to either dwell on his own thoughts, find a drink or follow. He elects the latter option for the moment. He knows when young vampires are upset they are prone to mishaps. He’s taken a fondness to the young lady and, aside from his strong beliefs in the Masquerade, he simply wants to ensure she is going to be alright. By the time he spots her again she is dragging a man toward the door. Trahir makes to follow the new couple. The crowd works in his favor. While Shadis moves through them their attention on her brings them closing in perhaps subconsciously, Trahir has the opposite reaction on the kine. Them flow out of the way of the Killers aura, nerves set on edge as he glides through the crowd which parts like the Red Sea before Moses.

Still, he is too late, she is out the door. He wasn’t done speaking with her and somehow had hurt her feelings. Now she was on the move dragging Omega Travolta along with her. Omega would be no issue for Trahir at all. It was all a choice in how to handle the situation. As he steps out he looks up and down the street, seeing the departing pair. The bouncer gives him the evil eye and Trahir ignores the slight for the moment, having other matters to attend. He follows after Shadis and her meal in an unhurried fashion, not drawing any more attention to himself than he does usually.

On occasion discretion is the better part of valor. There was nothing to be gained by punching out the security guard at the moment.

He walks through the chilly night air, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a scarf he uses to wrap his face, it wouldn’t do for someone to notice the lack of a cloud formed with each expected, and absent exhalation.

He hangs back, following along unhurriedly to keep an eye on Shadis, and to pick up their conversation she walked away from.

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Shadis had felt the crowd constantly moving around her and she most started shoving them aside. Instead, the woman reached the door without so much as a glance back behind her and smiled at the bouncer who glanced over the man who she had a hold of. The cold night air washed over her and she pretended to shiver and buckled her coat back up. In fact, she enjoyed being out on the street and mostly alone. Walking helped her to soothe her thoughts and it also helped to gather them. Enough to sort through them, however she had almost forgotten about the man whose hand she had dropped. His hands moved to wrap around her waist and he nuzzled his face into her face. A sigh caressed her lips and she rose her shoulder to dislodge his face from her neck, while her hands went to gently pull his hands from her waist. The woman hoped that she hadn’t picked up some clingy type of man, that would just be rather annoying.

The bouncer apparently picked up her annoyance and paused long enough to ask if she was alright. She simply offered him a smile and a nod before she started forth with the man in tow. Her heels echoed upon the street underneath their feet, but she paid little attention to it because she was more or less only interested in how far away they were getting from Nightmode. Once she was sure that they were at least a couple of blocks away, she paused then and patted down her coat. Silently, she slipped a hand into her coat to pull her phone out from an inside pocket. The woman tapped the screen and pretended to read a message, when in reality it was an older message that she had yet to reply to. A hum rose to her lips as she shook her head and glanced back up towards the male standing beside her.

”I’m sorry, I have to go, my sister in the hospital.” She said as she gave him an apologetic smile. He stood there with his mouth hanging open for a moment before he began to splutter out words. “But I thought we were going to go to a hotel room to have some fun.” A sigh caressed her lips and she rolled her eyes before she pressed a hand to his chest as if she was telling him to stay there. ”We were, but now we are not. Family comes first.” The man was about to splutter out more words, but she simply turned and walked away from him, leaving him dumbfounded. Oh she didn’t have the patience to deal with some human who thought he was good enough for her. He was just her simple ticket to leave in order to be on her own. Now that he had served his purpose, she had simply walked away.

She pocketed her phone then, it having served its purpose and she simply enjoyed the night. She no longer had a human who was pawing at her like a horny rabbit and she was simply on her own. The woman enjoyed the moments of peace that she had to herself. There were no one to pull apart and try and help. When she was on her own without a family member or friend, she could just idly think about nothing at all. To have moments to herself was the time of day that she enjoyed the most. Especially considering that she had only been used to her mother and been married to her work as a human. Now, she and her work had gotten a divorced and her mother was dead. Things had gotten far more complicated the night that she had returned back to Harper Rock. She paused in her steps to look up towards the night sky. The woman had never thought that she would return to her birth town when she had originally left. Now here she stood, as a vampire, stuck in its boundaries. Simply because if she left Harper Rock, death may very well be permanent and she feared it greatly.

[Trahir Trahison]

The journal Dominique had burned may have contained his name, of enough clues to discover who he was without having to look the information up on the internet. That option was gone though, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Trahir had eliminated all traces from his mind, or had at least blocked them off from his own grasp. At the time he’d done it in order to focus on learning how to be what he was without the distractions and pain of his mortality getting in the way. Now it was becoming apparent that this had segregated him from the majority of Kindred who did remember their lives. They thought differently than he did. They also felt differently.

The vampires movements were sure as he moved through the night. He had sped up slightly as Shadis abandoned her easy meal. Activating hyper-perception was a matter of simply focusing and fueling his senses with the blood stolen from the living. His eyes scanned the area for other potential witnesses and seeing none. As soon as Shadis was out of sight Trahir struck. The mortal went to turn to walk away, cursing under his breath and Trahir grabbed him, a gloved hand covering the man’s mouth and the other grabbing his hair. The vampire quickly overpowered the mortals struggles and dragged him into the nearby alley.

“Shhhh... “ Trahir whispered to the mortal as if to soothe a child who was afraid of getting a needle. “Shh, you’re alright.” His hand clamped over the man’s mouth forces his head back and Trahir’s fangs embed into his throat, plunging through flesh and causing a bloody eruption over Trahir’s tongue and lips. He drinks his fill quickly and laps at the wound, sealing it and then dropping the dazed human.

He stands over the swooned man and considers simply killing him. He knows the man will remember nothing of the incident and there is no real need to kill him but Trahir honestly enjoys the thrill of it. Finally he breaks away from the line of thought deciding to let the man leave. Besides, he wants to catch up to Shadis. “Could be worse,” he said to the human male. “At least you’ll wake up still human and go on about your business.” Trahir reached down and plucked the man’s wallet from his pocket and slipped it into his own. A mugging was a good enough cover-up for this one and quick to imitate. That done he headed after Shadis quickly, calling out softly to her as he closes the distance between them.

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Shadis sighed softly as she closed her eyes and lifted a hand to massage her temple. The woman was trying to stimulate some kind of thought other than the fact that Trahir had rejected her offer. She could convince a human male to leave Nightmode with so much as a hindrance, what was so different with vampires? If they weren’t lashing out, they were taking steps back away from her. Was there really something wrong with her that made her less than desirable to vampires? She held a hand out as if inspecting it for some other weakness that she didn’t know about. Perhaps she just simply had bad luck with almost everything. Shadows through the chest, sleep that wasn’t worth a penny and a human curse on a full moon. What next? The woman would die and it would be permanent? She shivered at such a thought and purged it.

Slowly, she passed a casino and her brown hues flickered over it as she noted the people that came and went. That was not her goal however, the bridge was, because at least then she could watch the water pass underneath in silence. Perhaps she would reach some of the answers that she needed, or perhaps she wouldn’t. It was all debatable and perhaps she would spend the whole night debating with herself until she was forced to go back to the den. It was as her heeled feet began to touch down upon the bridge that she heard her name softly being called and she turned around to see Trahir. A sigh caressed her lips as she turned back around and walked to the middle of the bridge, she then crossed over it to the left side so then her hands could lightly rest upon the stony barrier.

It was at that point then that she turned around so then her back was to the barrier and lightly hopped up so then she could bring her weight to sit upon the barrier. The man had obviously followed her at this point, so even if she did continue to keep walking away, he would probably follow her. Why? She didn’t really understand why, because she thought that the conversation was done. That there was nothing left to say to him, he obviously did have something to say. However, she figured that it was just another lecture not to offer blood of their kind up to another because it was addicting. The woman also didn’t exactly feel like talking about her sire either, which was a common topic between the two apparently. Her brown hues watched the approaching form of the male as she rested her hands beside her, but slightly behind her upon the stony barrier that she sat upon.

The woman waited until he was close to speak. ”Trahir, I’m not exactly sure as to why you felt the need to follow me. I have nothing else to say because I don’t want another lecture.” No, she was tired of lectures. Oh she could give them without a problem, but receiving them constantly was a different story. Shadis slowly leaned back upon her hands and she angled her head back as another sigh caressed her lips. The night was an absolute delight, especially if the gentle breeze that lightly tugged upon her black locks was anything to go on. Her brown hues slid closed then as she listened to Trahir’s steps upon the stone. She could hear the soft sounds of human voices coming from the casino and the water that ran underneath the bridge she sat on. It was such a beautiful night and she hadn’t wanted to waste it sitting in the den pondering about her next ritual.