rissen: the vampire sypathy story board

Airy just sat on her bed and stared up at the ceiling .The events of what happened with Einari was the only thing that could stay on her mind. Airy laid there for what felt like days. She just stayed in the same spot not moving a muscle just laying there staring into nothing.At times she felt she was being alittle too hard on herself but it still didnt give her the motivation she needed to get up.

Finally she felt a slight burning sensation on her left side. After digging in her pocket she pulled out the amulet in amazement then returned it to her pocket. After freshening up a bit and borrowing yet another outfit from Yuri Airy pulled out some matching sunglasses and put them on and walked outside.

Following the slight pull of the amulet Airy headed to what looked like an old fashioned plaza and right up to an even older building. After walking into the store the smell of incense quickly filled Airy's lungs. Looking around Airy noticed ancient texts and trinkets posted all over the shop and after walking through a wall of beads Airy saw an African woman posting a sign that read "See no evil,hear no evil, and speak no evil." After spotting Airy the woman sat down."Come child tell me what brings you here?" She asked. "I dont know actually I was sort of lead here."Airy said taking a seat infront of the woman.The woman's expression quickly changed to a look of worry."I feared as much I knew the day would come."The woman said holding her hand out."I'm afraid I dont have any moey on me."Airy said."Not cash child the amulet."The woman said.Airy cautiously handed over the amulet.

Once in the woman's hands she went through a variety of emotions her most notable was the feeling of sadness and depression to fear."Tell me what did you see?"Airy asked. The woman was reluctant to say but finally spoke."Death, destruction,endless pain. If you keep this amulet child those are the only things that will await you. Remember the past repeats itself."The woman said."Past what past what are you talking about?"Airy asked.

After looking around nervously the woman stood up and began ushering Airy away."Get out child before he see's us.If he see's us we'll be dead I cant let him see what I saw no one can see what I saw."The womna said trying to get Airy to leave."Well tell me this what happened in my past that was so terrible because I dont remember any thing terrible happening to me while I was a general."Airy said. "Thats just it the pain happened before you were a general before you were a vampire period."The woman said as she slammed the door on Airy leaving her in the street.

Come to think of it Airy couldnt remember anything before she became a vampire had something so terrible happened and she blocked it out? That was all Airy seemed to could think about as she walked down the street oblivious to the fact she was being followed.

(I know its short but I had to break it up alittle and switch some parts around or else it wouldnt have played out right. And Midnite is it just me or are you wondering where everybody went?)

(ooc: I don't really understand what you're asking...if ya mean if I'm wondering what happened to the others, than, yeah, i sorta am...but the show must go on...just not today. A little under the weather right abouts now.....)

(ooc: This is an alternate point of view of an earlier post done by Decomp…its nowhere on par with the real one, mind you, but it gets the point across well enough…)

Through the eyes of an innocent…

A shrill, desperate cry echoed out in the dark cramped space of the velvet lined trunk, a useless attempt at gaining attention. Her throat was sore from her shouts, voice desperate to be heard from the gag bounding her mouth. Assaulted at the airport, halfway though the ride, she had felt such a surge of fear she had bit through her lip, desperately trying to hold back the tears that came with each weakening scream, each dwindling hope.

She knew her husband was a powerful man, one of high stature in this board game of reality. She knew once she married him, her life belonged to the media, every action she made carefully monitored, nosy reporters prying into every aspect of her world. She knew of his associates…friends…enemies. She figured life had its ups, downs…and it wouldn’t be peaches. However, what she hadn’t counted on, what she couldn’t have EVER foreseen, was being stuffed into the musty trunk of a Lamborghini Diablo…and not a single person doing a damn thing about it.

In her brief moment of thought, as she came back to veracity, she came to a realization. The music, loud and overpowering, had died down somewhat. She took a huge breath from the exhausted air supply. This one would have to count. Filling her lungs with air, Jasmine shrieked with as much energy as she could summon. She had to be heard, it couldn’t end this way. She paled at the thought, sneaking a glance to her husband.

He had been screaming along with her, just as loud, if not more. Nudging him with her knee, she asked in a raspy tone, “Honey…who are…what’s going to happen?”

The man started to respond but didn’t know the answer himself. “I…hun…I love you,” he whispered to her weakly. It was anything but a comfort, an ill omen of his expectations for the night.

Whispering back, Jasmine was cut off as her head bumped into the side of the car, her stomach twisting about as the car came to its stop. She stopped talking immediately, heart skipping a beat as, after a minute, the trunk flipped open. Cold air swirled around, filling her lungs with an icy chill. But anything was better than the claustrophobic atmosphere of the sweat and tear stained car.

Picked up by the back of her pink floral dress, she closed her eyes as she was effortlessly thrown through the snow, wincing at the biting cold, the sting of the feathery white. Recovering from the move, she shivered violently, looking up to her captors. They were, by far, the strangest males she had ever seen.

It was if they were stuck in medieval times, one in stark contrast to the environment. Clad in all black, he held a blatant nonchalance, not seeming to care over the circumstances…or unable to do so if he even wished. Looking him over, she found he was an ominous beauty, an involuntary shudder coursing up her spine at a sudden thought. Something worse than now would transpire. She risked a glance to the second man, white hair flowing dissonantly in the wind. He was as an afreet, a lovely malevolence in a field of white.

The afreet…the demonic male caught her stare, ancient amber peering into glossy hazel, tears soon streaming down her cheeks. Backing up as he painstakingly approached her, she yelled out for anybody. She had never felt such a fear in her life; she’d never peered into such ruthless eyes. The eyes of a nightmare…el Diablo.

He taunted her, doing so much as to call her a b*tch, enjoying her cries for help. Tears falling wildly, she figured, why disappoint? Increasing her pitch, her world started to spin, her breath coming slow in the cold. Dazing out, she waited for divine intervention, the savor from lore that would enter from the shadows to eliminate the men before her.

Coming to with another violent shiver, she paled as she caught wind of her husband’s plea, knowing her fate had been sealed. "Please, leave my wife out of this...I don't know what you want, but whatever it is, she can't help you...please..." She winced at a blow to her husband’s face, countless predictable and at times crappy Lifetime specials going through her mind, all ending with some female meeting a gruesome end.

‘F**k…’ Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, tears flew rapidly down her cheeks as the ominous beauty…or the Black Knight as her memory recalled, threw her down by the devilish man in white. Gasping at her dress being removed from her body, she flushed, embarrassed by her nakedness. She winced at the hand pulling to her hair, expecting the worse to come.

Eyes forced back into the cutthroat amber, Jasmine clenched her jaw at the shadow that had fallen over her, the Black Knight kneeling by her form. She stared to him for some sort of reprieve, some sort of help…but his eyes were near dilated, vague and distant. He was, at the moment, a lost cause.

Nearing her, she found herself screaming at the warmth of his tongue across her bare skin, the skilled fingers playing between her thighs. This was a nightmare, it couldn’t be happening, it wasn’t possible. She was being probed in the snow by a pale man in black armor. She almost laughed but the urge to cry overpowered her delirium.

From the side, Jasmine caught her husband’s movement. He wanted to help her, he HAD to. But it was to no avail. Crimson droplets decorated the air, front teeth flying into the sky, her husband punished for trying to play the hero. She let out a pained hiss, it turning into a hysterical scream as at last, the Black Knight penetrated her. Wincing at each thrust, she felt a powerful shame envelope her. She wanted to disappear, she wanted to die. She took back her wish. She wanted life more than anything else…but she wanted these men, these bastards, they had to die.

Crying out in pain as her neck was pulled back to a dangerous angle; she felt her skin crawl as the amber eyed afreet stroked her throat. He whispered into her ear, a warm breath in the winter landscape. “So soft…” Her eyes widened at the fangs that mysteriously appeared from his mouth. She screamed one last time as the sharp canines dug into her throat, vision clouded with red as the White Knight ended her life.

Falling down softly onto the ground, Jasmine Victoria Flores i.e. Mrs. Kain had never appeared as ghastly, as horribly beautiful as she did in the snow, an innocent killed ever so effortlessly on the cold winter night…

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“Do you understand…?”

A single tear rolled down Yuri’s cheek, hazel eyes wide open in a mixture of shock and horror. She barely heard the spirit’s question, throat sore from the shouts that never left her lips, neck throbbing from the bite that never came, the insides of her legs moist from the rape that never happened.

Gulping, she wrapped her arms around herself, lowering her gaze. A small shaking could be seen from her shoulders. A small giggle followed after, Yuri bursting into laughter, tears cascading down her cheeks. Lowering her face, she shook her head with a weakening grin. “Can…can I…can I not…?” Her smile vanished. Throwing back her head to the overcast sky, she roared in her morose rage. “CAN I NOT GET A F**KING BREAK?!?!?!”

The tears came to an abrupt halt, Yuri staring bitterly to the apathetic sky. She was disappointed, furious and strangely pleased after the memory. She was, in part, glad it hadn’t been Xornon and Zechariah’s…but horribly disappointed at seeing the cold white stranger…and Orion. Closing her eyes, a wave of melancholy washed over her. “How could you…why would you?”

One final tear escaped her eye. Immediately, her sadness dissipated, giving way to an entirely different emotion…infuriation. Never had she been so mad, never had she wanted to tear one apart so badly. She shuddered at the icy hands that glided across her face, the snow maiden forcing her gaze onto her. The spirit stared confident, determined, no longer bound with the burden of her memory. She repeated her question. “Do you understand?”

Looking past the confidence, the fierce determination, Yuri analyzed the spirit, her very soul. Inhaling deeply, she got to her feet, staring hard to the woman. “I understand.”

Jasmine formed a smile, warm and sly all at once. Stepping away from Yuri, she could only bow her head before she finally received her divine intervention, body being swept away in a holy light towards the heavens. Yuri stayed glued to her spot, in marvel at the sight, heart beating rapidly in her understanding. She knew what Jasmine had wanted, it was a dying wish, her unspoken request, one that even the most innocent of people attained once they reached their point of breaking.

“Retribution…” murmured Yuri icily, balling up her fists as she strode towards her motorcycle. Her rage was so strong at this point she wasn’t sure if she could concentrate.

You’re going to kill him, aren’t you?

She stopped, startled at hearing Simone speak. Cocking her brow, Yuri swung a leg over her bike, nails digging into the handlebars. What gave you such a droll idea…? She bared her fangs, starting up her bike. Snorting at her sarcasm, a cold smile came. After I had to be the one to change, I had to turn to the good side, I actually started to believe all the crap he gave me…then I find out this? Bullshit if he lives to see the next sunrise.

Simone seemed thoughtful, not sure how to address Yuri. She –thankfully- hadn’t been submitted to the scene Yuri saw, not wishing to know what had made the vampire so passionately irate. Thinking as the vampiress sped towards the grotto, she made a small request. When you finish up at the cave…stop at my place? Wanna pick up something before you go up against him…

The vampiress merely shrugged, the first heavenly tears falling from the sky as she drove…

(And a one...)

I'm sorta confused, that's all 🙁

Midnite's story seems to be the only continous one.

OOC: Well...what are you confused about...? Maybe I can help....er...several hours from now...when I get back from school, lol...

a dark haired man sat in a casino, he had a single body guard next to him, it was all he needed, as he was very strong, but he usually traveled with multiple guards, he had deeply wrinkled skin and looked like a decrepit corpse kept alive by dark magic, which wasn't to far from the truth. his teeth were yellowy bone colour and his gums had decayed largely, his body guard was younger, and very well payed for his job. he was watching over his charge playing a simple game.

it was just picking a card from the deck and seeing who won, for three consecutive turns his opponent a fat man had won one million pounds each time and the dark haired man had almost spent his designated money. he bid one more million and looked at his hand. it was a three, he silently cursed and smiled looking at the mans queen of heart with dismay.

"well I'm out of money, congratulations you have cleared a old man of a great chunk of his hard earned money." Said the man in a joke begrudging manner.

"i shall have these chips changed back into real money." Said his opponent walking off with a big suitcase to put the money is, the dark haired man followed his movements over to a desk and watched as the man filled up his suitcase. The dark haired man walked into the reception area, it was absurdly fancy, in a distasteful manner, it had the air of something chrome plated, but that sad thing was that these statues were pure gold. he walked on past a dilapidated building, he didn't linger long, as his opponent walked out of the casino.

He followed his opponent silently down an ally and watched him buy some coke from a dealer. this didn't bother the dark haired man as the coke would just slow the oppositions reflex's. the dealer left and his opponent started sniffing a bit, this was the dark haired man's chance, he walked up swiftly and punched his opponent in the face, the bodyguard joined in. Taken un aware his opponent tyred feeble to protect his head, his had darted out once to punch the dark haired man in the face, this skinned most of the flesh from the dark haired man, but the man just kept fighting, insanely strong for something of his age.

Finlay the man fell still, and the dark haired man pulled out a ceremonial obsidian dagger, he plunged it into his oppositions chest and devoured the mans heart savoring every bite. his skin started knitting itself together, his cheek repaired itself and he took on a more youthfully appearance

"no-one messes with lythes and lives." He took the money and went to hail a cab that took him promptly home. he walked up to the gate and looked outraged "the first seal has been broken, there are few people who could manage that. the vampires are back." He cursed under his breath and went inside his mansion

Originally posted by midnite127
OOC: Well...what are you confused about...? Maybe I can help....er...several hours from now...when I get back from school, lol...

I dunno, I read your posts when I can (revision) but it justs seems to be a long storyline in wich other players can't really participate. No offence.

None taken...sorry about that, didn't mean to make it that way. Umm....hmm, well this here is a dilemma...er, on a bright side, my sidequest is drawing to a close but...I guess that isn't good enough an answer.

I'm at a loss over that 😬

No, tis fine. I enjoy reading it, but I don't have the time to formulate an etire story for Zech. When I get a chance, I'll try 😄

(OOC: Been awhile…and I come back bearing just pg-13 post(s) and a dash of heavy cursing! Apologies for the latter but ya know, arguments and the such. Also a little something else I’ve been meaning to try out for awhile now…but that’s later. Little over the top this one but better than nothing, no?)

Standing outside the pale green apartment door, Yuri closed her eyes as the droplets of rain water dripped from her coat to the floor, an echoing resonance bouncing from wall to beige wall. The lights in the hallway flickered, the tempest outside causing bizarre happenings with the electricity.

Whipping her wet braid from the side of her rain covered cheek, Yuri’s gripped tightened on the useless Umbrella she had been forced to pick up from Simone’s home. It seemed to serve her no purpose and was a little weighty for nothing but wire frames and clothe.

She took a calming breath. For the past hour, she had been working on suppressing the rage boiling inside her, the bitter expression across her face, the tinge of melancholy in her cold hazel eyes. Yuri opened them, staring hard to the door. Raising her free hand, she formed a fist, sending it on a crash course with the door.

Hesitating inches away, she glided a shortened nail from the center of the door to the small white ringer, pressing it briefly in curiosity. A low buzzing could be heard from outside the entrance, no hurried footsteps rushing to check who rang the door. No small wonder… She chuckled; watch going off to indicate midnight.

Being unusually patient, Yuri began on a count to thirty. Reaching twenty nine, she subconsciously raised her fist back into the air, preparing to tear the door from its hinges. Slamming her fist into the heavy apartment door, she stumbled slightly as it opened up, the figure of the hulking drummer staring to her curiously. “Yuri…?”

Staying on balance only with the help of the long, black Umbrella, Yuri stood up properly. She brushed past the imposing man, sliding her Umbrella into a rack. Stretching her hands toward the sky, she glanced back to him amused. “You look surprised to see me.”

Slipping on his leather jacket, Dante swung his Umbrella over his shoulder. “Surprised is not even the word,” He looked her over skeptically, tapping a booted foot onto the worn ‘welcome’ mat at the foot of the door. “What are you doing here?”

“Came to see Orion…I wish to have a small chat with him,” Removing her coat, she calmly hung it on a solitary hook. She squeezed the excess water from her braid, a small smile across her face. “He is home, no?”

Staring to her outfit, Dante slowly zipped up his leather jacket, slightly stunned. “You sure a ‘chat’ is all you had in mind?” He couldn’t help but to stare but it was understandable.

The vampiress had on a small black miniskirt, dangerously close to revealing her other assets. Her top was midnight blue, long sleeved and a mixture of mesh and sheer. She might as well have walked around in her bra for all the cover it provided. The stilettos didn’t help to deter her less than an innocent look, a thin black cord wrapping from the three inch heels to just below her knees.

Raising her brow, Yuri responded mischievously. “Of course that is all I had in mind. What else could I be planning…?” Chuckling at Dante’s expression, she leaned against the wall, eyes moving to the carpeted shadowy hall. “Is he here or not?”

Putting on a layer of socks, Dante forced his foot into a huge weather worn boot. He shrugged. “Yeah, he’s here. He got in a few hours ago. Mentioned something about an important date he has with a mob boss child tomorrow,” Finishing up, he found Yuri looking him over in disbelief. “It’s…a long story,” Opening the door, he scrutinized the vampiress, speaking charily. “I’m going out for an hour or two but I’m curious…what do you have to chat with him about?”

Waving off the question as inconsequential, Yuri rolled her eyes. “Vampire issues, nothing more. Trust, I will be brief...finished up in a good ten minutes or so. Now it is my turn to ask a question. What begs you to go out at this time of night?”

“Er…few things I have to get done,” he answered secretively, throwing on his hood. Saying no more, he dashed out the apartment, leaving Yuri to her affairs.

Cracking her knuckles, Yuri waited until she was sure Dante had completely left the vicinity. She wasn’t willing to risk any surprises during her confrontation with Orion. Five minutes into waiting, the only sound heard being the crash of lightning and thunder, she lowered her guard. Sauntering down the hallway, she trailed her fingers along each door, stopping outside Orion’s door.

She sighed, adjusting her inadequately short skirt to a reasonable length. Could it not have been a little longer? It almost ruins the element of surprise…almost. Smiling, she let herself into Orion’s room, perusing the quaint surroundings. Imbedding the location of each item in her mind, she strolled over to the crowded bureau.

Thankful he had left the lamp on his dresser on; Yuri winced at another repetitious boom, linen curtain flowing wildly in the wind. Poking a button on a black stereo remote, she purred his name angelically. “Orion…”

He stirred beneath the sheets, face turning away from the light in discomfort. He grunted in response, neither awake nor asleep. Weighing the remote carefully in hand, she narrowed her eyes, damp fingers wrapping around the rectangular remote. The warmth left her voice, a low growl in place. “Wake up.”

Pitching the remote to the head of the sleeping Orion, she held back a smile of triumph as it reached its target. Slapping his hands to his forehead, Orion bolted upwards, spewing a variety of profanities from the rude awakening. Rubbing his forehead, sure he wasn’t bleeding; he directed his attention to Yuri. His eyes were an icy blue, he struggling to remain calm. “What…the…hell…?!”

“My my…it has been awhile.” Acting as if she hadn’t just assaulted him as he slept, Yuri walked over to his bedside. She stared down calmly to the smarting vampire, folding her arms over her chest. “Good evening, Orion.”

“Good-?!” He couldn’t even manage the ‘evening’ portion, incredulous at her behavior. Sitting upright, he glared dangerously into her eyes. “Before I go there…how did you get in? What right do you have to intrude into MY home, into MY room, ATTACK me as I sle-”

“Shut up.” Cut in Yuri coldly, glowering down to him from a bitter hazel. “You have no rights and I owe you no respect…not anymore.”

Getting to his feet, Orion stared down hard to Yuri. He squinted, just now making note of her attire. Saving his questions for later, he spoke quietly, inquiring indignantly. “I must know…what would possess you to say such?”

“I could give you an explanation longer than need be, I could start on a complaint about all the crap you handed me about eliminating my dark emotions, I could start on the bullshit you gave me about pleasure and ecstasy and all my desires being fulfilled…” She smiled viciously at her sarcasm, nails unconsciously lengthening. “But I won’t. Instead, to put it simply, you f**ked with me,” She grinded a nail into his chest. “You interfered with what I do, you f**ked with my target, you F**KED my target, you f**ked Jasmine Kain,” She cackled evilly, shaking her head. “No, that does not do it justice; that makes it sound like a good thing. You raped my target then that big white motherf**ker ripped out her throat!”

The malicious blue in Orion’s eyes faded into guilt. He turned his gaze out the window, refusing to look Yuri in the eye. A long minute passed the vampires by, both shifting uncomfortable in step. He sighed. “When did you find out? How?”

“Oh…roughly five hours ago. I have my resources,” Yuri stared coolly to the solemn vampire, tilting her head. “How the mighty have fallen…what makes it so hilarious is you off all people committed the act. I guess the proper influence can turn even the most decent of people astray.” She smiled at Orion’s expression, methodically slipping off her ring.

Reluctantly turning his eyes onto Yuri, he raised a brow. “What do you mean, ‘proper influence’?”

Dropping her smile, she trailed a finger down the length of her arm. “It is exactly what I mean. In my short time of knowing you, I realize what you did was out of character. But funnily enough, with enough influence, with enough control, even the strongest of men fall,” She looked him over skeptically. “And don’t give me that crap. You know what I meant, or should I just say it? You screwed up, in part due to that big white motherf**k-”

“Stop calling him that!” interjected Orion hotly, poking her in the chest as she rested her ring calmly on the dresser. “He had nothing to do with what I did. I’m a grown man, I make my own mistakes, nobody can control me or make me do-”

“Shut the F**K up,” interrupted Yuri, delivering a heavy blow to the side of his face. Shaking out her fist, she sneered in disgust to Orion. “Being a man has nothing to do with it. If this was of your will, you indefinitely held no rights preaching over any acts I have committed or my emotions. You and that two-bit excuse for a vampire-”

Instinctively, Orion lashed out towards Yuri. Catching the opposing hand, she swung him face first into the bureau, pressing his cheek into the cold tempered glass. “I was not finished so please take care not to interrupt me, Orion. I wondered vaguely how you could live life as a lie…now I wonder, could you, can you look yourself in the mirror after you raped an innocent woman in the snow, husband forced to watch? After all that can you look yourself in the mirror and call yourself a man?” She released him, letting him brood over her words. Turning away in distaste, she scorned. “Pathetic.”

(To be continued........)

((lol...my poor Orion...luckily for you Midnite, I generally don't have second thoughts...lol...anyway, I look forward to see what you do with my boy while I try and work writing here again into my schedule.))

((ooc: It does get -a little- better from there for Orion, how, I can't yet say. I was gonna finish it up, but I got caught up with other things....hopefully by today I can get it done...?

Either way, its all fun on my side 😊 ))

(OOC: On with the show!! But before I do that, the song in these post(s) do not and will never belong to me. It's actually a song introduced to me by a friend from Nine Inch Nails…thought it suited the setting and later parts of it well...sorta…glare ....)

Breathing heavily at the rise of her temper, she wondered whether to cut to the chase. It wouldn’t take her more than ten minutes to get the job done. Turning back to Orion, she widened her eyes, the vampire pummeling her across the room. Tumbling back into a radio, she retained her footing, a forearm pressing hard into her throat. Behind her, a CD began to start up.

Irises a sparkling vindictive cerulean, Orion grinded his teeth as Yuri began to squirm. Forcing her still, he said, “I do not live my life as I lie, I’ve managed to accept myself for what I am. Both human AND vampire. I can not say the same for you, Yuri. You, who over the centuries have ended the lives of countless, from swift executions to drawn out deaths. When we first encountered each other you demanded my respect because of the sheer number of people you have killed, little to none even being a commission. And now because of one act I have committed, you think I should not even call myself a man? Not a century of living could amount to the blood staining your hands on a daily basis, of those you’ve killed for sport, the blood of innocents-”

“Time,” choked out Yuri. Rolling her eyes at her feckless moment, she knocked him in the chest with three sharps blows, kicking him back to the foot of his bed. Pouncing on him, she knocked him back onto the mattress, staring uncongenially. “I could point out that crap double standard thing but I never have believed it in much. You are, in a sense, right. I have killed many, because of my status and personal enjoyment. But here is where my ‘countless’ deaths differentiate from what you have done. I have never violated my victims…I have never desecrated my opponents. All I did was speed up the process of time. Death is inevitable to all forms of life, the only guarantee in life. To even-”

Widening her eyes at the words from the stereo, Yuri stared dumbfounded to the large music system, completely thrown for a loop. Eyes back on Orion, she exclaimed, “You let me pen-, you let me WHAT you?!?” The first two lines she could easily get pass, but the third one made her strongly consider turning off the music.

Gaze wandering to the radio, Orion murmured thoughtfully. “Vorgal’s mix CD…didn’t know that song was on it,” He raised a brow. “Ironic.”

“Sure you didn’t…” Baring her fangs, Yuri dove towards Orion’s neck. Catching her throat, he tossed her down to the floor. Despite her ineptness caused by the heels, she got to her feet, gaining stability with the help of the bureau.

Moving from his bed, Orion stood just outside his window, black denim jeans in good condition so far. Apparently, he had been too tired to change out of his clothes. Cracking his neck, he backed up to his dresser. “I take it you intend on trying to end my life?”

Sinuously gliding a hand up the back of her thigh, Yuri shook her head, tsking at the truthful accusation. “Why would I do such a thing, Orion?” Her skirt halfway up, she grabbed the cold metal hilt of a dagger, a demonic smile in play. “I just wish to introduce you to a twin…” Giving him two seconds to think before she attacked, the chorus loudly kicked in in the background.

Lunging fancifully, she stumbled in her step, caught off-guard by the raunchy…no, the straightforward lyrics. For a fleeting second, she paused in disbelief, propelling herself towards Orion soon after. She was determined to ignore the lyrics, focused on destroying him. So her hands were sullied with the blood of countless…what was one more to the list?

Unfortunately, in her moment of skepticism over the creation of such a song, Orion caught the dagger inches from his heart, grimacing at the effort involved keeping the serrated metal away from his bare skin. Revealing a row of glistening white, Yuri pushed on in utter excitement, unwavering in her endeavor to kill the heavy metal vampire.

No longer able to keep the blade at bay, Orion glided the weapon away from his chest, knocking the weapon across the room in a swift movement. Yuri growled at the loss of her dagger, slashing diagonally to Orion. Evading the more devastating effects of the blow, he gained only a scratch to the arm, the sound of glass breaking as his lamp shattered against the wooden floor.

‘…You get me closer to god.’

A look of enlightenment lit Yuri’s face, the anger from her failed attack fading. She snapped her fingers. “Now I understand…the ironic statement. What with the ‘closer to God’ portion and Vorgal’s obsession with…killing Christians was it?” She chuckled to herself, Orion placing space between the two.

Disregarding his soft treads away from her, Yuri stroked her chin, hazel eyes glowing callously. “Even more ironic than that is, I plan on sending you closer to the exact opposite of God. I will be there in a few centuries pass but I am sure you will never be too cold without me,” She smiled maliciously.

Narrowing his eyes, he clenched a fist. “Funny…” Orion muttered dryly, clearly not amused.

Licking his blood from her fingernails, Yuri took special care on her forefinger, sighing heavenly. “I do try…but Orion,” She popped her finger from her mouth, taking a baby step sideways. “Let us have a little fun with this,” She pointed to the knife lying innocently on the ground. “The first to get the knife is the winner. The one who holds the knife holds power…they hold life. And the privilege to end it…which of us will be so lucky?”

“You tell me…”

The two vampires shared a heated stare, cold sapphire into ruthless hazel. On their toes, they crept towards the twisted blade, solely focused on each others action. The only source of light came from twisted lightning shattering the downpours serenity, pale blue streetlamp flickering weakly outside the window. It soon gave up entirely, cloaking the two fighters in a mild shadow.

Yuri took her chance. Leaping across the corner of the bed, she tripped from a grab to the back of her shirt, mesh ripping as she fell face first to the bare floor. Sucking on the minimal amount of blood from her busted lower lip, the second verse of the song reached her ears.

‘You can have my isolation…’

Jumping over her downed form, Orion reached for the blade. She snatched the slightly damp denim of his jeans, pulling him down with her. “An eye for an eye, heavy metal.” Pushing him aside, she scrambled for the knife, ten sharps nails digging into the side of her waist. Grinding her teeth, she swore, eyes watering from the hold.

‘…you can have the hate that it brings…’

Flipping to face Orion, she ignored the scratches adorning her shirt, throwing him to the ground by his hair. It was an unorthodox move on her part but she didn’t like to lose…especially in her own game. On her knees, grasping the cool metal dagger, she switched it from the blade to its hilt, preparing herself for a simplistic maneuver. She smiled demented at the thought. The wonderful feeling she’d get slitting his throat.

‘…you can have my absence of faith…’

A muscular arm wrapped itself around her throat, Orion placing her in a chokehold. Keeping her out of reach of the deadly weapon, he bound her arms together with his other arm, Yuri flailing wildly in the vampire's hold. Kicking wildly in the strangulation hold, noticing the first of several black spirals in her vision, she growled, pinning the dagger with the heel of her stiletto.

‘…you can have my everything.’

Shooting it beneath the bed, she elbowed Orion fiercely, rolling out of his hold with a new venomous glow to her eyes. Her eyes were bordering on hazel and yellow, Yuri in a coiled crouch. Orion got to his feet, a streak of light showing the piercing azure gaze fixed on the vampiress. A low hiss escaped them both, canines glinting dangerously.

‘Help me, tear down my reason…’

Flexing her nails, Yuri lunged out towards Orion, the heavy metal vampire doing the same. Catching his arms, she sunk her teeth into the side of his neck, wincing at the identical movement done to her. They were at a standstill…neither could rip each others throat out without the risk of accidentally pulling out their own.

Warm blood decorating the air, her lips, she pushed away thoughts of distraction, drilling her nails into the side of his arms. He tightened his grip on her, not yet breaking the skin. Holding on for support, to his surprise, she pounced onto the vampire, bringing her legs around his waist. She smirked, feeling him begin to wobble. Getting him to the ground would make ripping out his throat an easier task.

Attention waning from the vampiress’s bite, a loud thunderclap brought him back to attentiveness, a brilliant luminosity filling the room. He briefly caught sight of his reflection in the bureau mirror, a pained expression marking his face at the increased pressure to his arms. Lowering his hands from her arms to her legs, he narrowed his eyes, regaining his footing before running, chorus blaring away.

‘…I wanna **** you like an animal…’

Slamming her back into the mirror, Yuri felt her hold loosen somewhat from the blow. Fingers moving smoothly from his arms to his shoulders, she forced concentration, desperately driving away sensations as she tightened her hold over him. In response, she felt another blow to her back, glass cracking from the pressure of her impact...

(To Be Continued...)

(Ooo, kinky)

Billy left the park wondering what it was that had been watching him but he wasnt that bothered. He had way to much on his mind right now.

He walked aimlessly around the basicly empty city streets as if he was waiting for something.

((Hey guys any of you could jump in if you want and do something. at the mo there is not alot my guy can do. Hi midnite))

(ooc: Kinky, eh? And to think thats only the beginning, lol. Though...I'm not sure if I can continue\post the rest...its a little...too much depending on your perspective glare

...I guess...time will only be able to dictate if I do that scene (and despite how I make it sound, its not THAT serious...)

But ons a non story related note, hey bildo, long time no see 🙂

((Let me echo Trickster's sage words here...Ooo, kinky...lol...that scene was pretty awsome babe...and...well, time had better dictate that you do the scene, lol, you cant leave me wanting to know how it ends, now can you?...lol...anyway, I am finally off on sunday, so I hope to write either that day or Monday...))

(OOC: Well…technically, I could just leave it as a cliffhanger...but I’m not that mean, lol, so here’s the continuation. It’s a little something new on my part (cause I’m more a fight scene kinda gal then anything else…) so bear with me if it’s sub-par. I had to make a few modifications (as in, taking out some details) to make it a not so R type scene (so said everybody else who read it glare) and the end product is a just PG-13 post with a hint of...erm...sensuality. Lovely…)

On the third tackle to the glass, Yuri withdrew her teeth from his neck, head thrown back to the glossy ceiling. She whimpered; a mixture of pain and…to her disgrace, pleasure. Streaming her fingers though his hair, she gave into her other emotions, pulling herself closer to Orion, damn near ecstatic.

‘My whole existence is flawed…
…You get me closer to god.’

Angling her neck, Yuri pulled his teeth from her throat, eyes glowing strangely to the bemused Orion. Clutching his face unusually gently, she reeled him closer, stealing a bloody kiss from the startled vampire. She closed her eyes in a silent delight. She hadn’t expected his lips to taste that sweet, her blood to taste so good.

Pushing off from the bureau, Yuri half walked, half forced Orion onto his back, pinning him to his bed. She temporarily lost herself, a puppet to the emotions she normally held in check. Hungrily looking the vampire over, she leaned in, nibbling delicately down to his neck.

Squirming beneath her, she felt his heartbeat increase, face growing warm from her strange, meticulous teasing. She slipped her hands away from his arms to show she no longer meant harm, cradling his face as she sated her thirst, small breaths encouraging her to go on.

Sliding claret lips along his cheek, she stared into his eyes hesitant. He was neither cold nor apprehensive, ocean blue dilating from bouncing shadows; the slow sense of sensuality filling the atmosphere clouding any judgment left within the two fighters. Leaning down, she caught his lips, kissing him passionately, shuddering at the prowling hands creeping up her legs.

Fervently punishing his lips, her grip tightened over his face from the cold fingers crawling beneath her shirt, hand grasping at her face ardently. Taking hold of his wrist playing near the outline of her bra, she eased his hand along her side, stopping just below her waist.

‘Through every forest…’

Turning her cheek to his lip, she closed her eyes euphorically, gasping startled to his touch. Eyes snapping open, pale lightning revealed a radiant amber, hazel disappearing completely in her state of excitement.

‘…above the trees…’

Seizing a handful of hair, he dragged his lips down to her throat. Gnawing the freely bleeding savory wound, her pulse rushed throughout his body on contact. She grinded her teeth, holding back a whimper from the wave…the pure elation threatening to overwhelm her from his delicate tasting.

‘…within my stomach…’

Yuri’s hands fell from his face to the mattress. She was struggling not to give in from each cruel tease, each tantalizing caress to her throat. Her jaw fell slack in her bliss, a whine almost leaving her from impatience. She wanted him to bite her; she needed it, any way to escalate the sweet torture she was being put through.

‘…scraped off my knees…’

A taut grip around her neck pulled her even closer. His fangs grazed her skin, Yuri shivering in her rhapsodic emotions. She squeezed the sheets stained with both hers and Orion’s blood to hold back a scream, fighting a losing battle.

‘…I drink the honey...inside your hive…’

A low growl left Orion’s throat, teeth sinking avidly into Yuri’s skin. She drove her nails through the bed, moaning agonized in her felicity, hating herself for each ecstatic breath that left her being. After what seemed an eternity, he pulled his fangs from her neck, softly turning her face in his direction, dazed hazel boring into turquoise blue.

‘…you are the reason...I stay alive...’

She stroked his cheek tenderly, staring intoxicated to his blood stained lips, barely catching the sound of his hand slipping from her skirt. Pressing their lips together, a low thunderclap rumbled in the distance. A pale white light zigzagged through the grey clouds hovering outside the window, Yuri’s hairs rising on end from a realization.

On guard, she pulled herself away from Orion, a golden dagger slicing through the air, her secondary weapon stolen from beneath her skirt. Skimming the collar of her shirt, through narrowed eyes, Orion took careful aim, this time sending the blade on course with her shoulder. Catching the imposing hand in its action, Yuri switched the knife back into her possession. Without hesitation, she sent the dagger towards his head.

It missed by inches, a miscalculation due to her loss of concentration. Hitting a metal spring in the mattress, she didn’t have much time to think on her error, Orion kicking her off to in back of him. Rebounding off the headboard, Yuri landed neatly onto the floor. Orion sprung to his feet on the opposite side of the bed.

Dizzy, annoyed and excited both at once, Yuri almost laughed at the change of circumstances. She adjusted her skirt and underwear, arching a sharp brow at what almost happened. Turning her eyes onto the placid Orion, she grew solemn. “That was a sneaky tactic, I will give you that. How did you know?”

He held up a finger for her to wait. Tilting back his head, he swallowed the warm crimson liquid taken from Yuri, seemingly exhilarated by the lovely flavor. Swallowing hard, Yuri’s brow twitched at the sudden urge to leap across the bed, grab Orion…she flushed, tossing away the rest of the idea, darkness hiding her chagrin.

Wiping away the spare blood from his chin, Orion glanced casually to the side. “Because you told me. You said you were going to introduce me to a ‘twin’ so I went on the presumption you had more than one weapon. But I obviously wasn’t sneaky enough if you were able to scout my move.”

Yuri smiled deviously in response to his comment. In truth, she’d had no idea what he’d intended, her instinct managing to save her neck. Staring down, she scowled at the tattered sheer and mesh that had been her shirt. I do not think even prayer can save this. Ripping off her top, she pointed to Orion crossly. “You ripped my shirt. I LIKED my shirt. That will be cash please.”

Orion snorted, gaze out the window. “I’m not paying for your top.”

“Pity,” She threw the shirt into a corner. Fixing her bra straps, she shrugged. “I guess I will have to borrow a shirt from you. Though I do hate stealing from the dead. It is rather low, no?”

“Funny how you think I’m going to let you kill me.”

“That’s alright; I love when my victims put up a good fight. But we would not even be in this predicament…” Yuri smoothed back her braided hair. “…if you had not committed such a horrible deed in the first place.” She shrugged unusually cheerful, resting her hands behind her head. “But that’s life for you, right?”

He pocketed his hands thoughtfully, eyes still set on the storm outside. “Right…why the sudden change? In your attitude, I mean. You have not been this cordial to me since…ever.”

“What can I say? Fighting gets me in the mood,” Stretching her arms, with a smirk, she corrected herself. “In a good mood.”

“Tell me, is that how you treat ALL your victims when you’re in a good mood?” inquired Orion.

“Nooo…” drawled out Yuri. “No…that is what I warned you of the first day we met. I tend to get lost in the moment. But it was a one time thing. Trust, it will not happen again…your bite was not that serious.”

At this, Orion finally turned his gaze from the raging tempest, lightning shining into electric blue. He raised a brow. “I thought it was only the fight we were speaking of because…I never even brought that up.”

Averting her sight, Yuri grinned weakly. “That you didn’t,” Standing near the center of the room, she turned to the stereo. The music was still blaring loudly, a motley of sounds she was becoming accustomed to. Elongating her nails, she forced her eyes to Orion, reluctant to meet his gaze. “The song is not yet over…neither is our fight…but do not worry about me being chipper. I will revert back to my normal self once in combat.”

He stood opposite her, running a hand past his bloodied neck. “Actually…the song is about to end. About a minute left.”

Giving up on shaking away the excitement that had yet to leave her, she hid it as best as she could behind a traditional arched brow. “Well…put it on repeat. We still have round two.”

Sharing a stare, the two vampires watched each other quietly, each bleeding from various wounds, the scent of blood strangling the air. Another ominous roll of thunder, electric energy illuminating gold and electric blue irises. As if on cue, the fighters bared their fangs, lunging into round two…

(ooc: Oh, the possibilities are endless!! No…really…there’s really too many ways to end it so I’m at a loss for now 😬

Decomp, if you manage to post on Sunday/Monday, feel free to go crazy. Oh, by the way, the song I used in the post is called ‘Closer’. Didn’t mention it earlier simply because I wanted the shock value –to some- of the lyrics…)

((Hey nice one midnite that was really creative and awsome. Well done....))

Billy walk through the streets for a while and he came to a dark, dank, dirty and cold allyway. He looked down it from the sidewalk for a minute or two, decideing if he should go down or not. This place was new and weird, it was quiet too quiet.

He decided to go down it just for the hell of it not knowing where it would lead him. As he got a little way into the alley he saw a fire ladder and climbed up it. He climbed the slight rusty and wet ladder with ease.

Then he sat on the damp roof top watching and waiting for something interesting to happen........

((I was intending to write today, but considering the job you are doing with our characters Midnite, I will hold off until you have finished with our little confrontation. I am enjoying it muchly, and don't want to interrupt the brilliance...))