rissen: the vampire sypathy story board

Xornon held back a shiver and continued his walk. The one think he had always hated about London was the cold. Summers nights could be beautiful, but the winter brought snow, and Xornon hated the cold.
Xornon didn't have to give any directions this time, as Yuri had probably memorized the way they had came, and would have no problem finding the way back. Xornon just walked behind her, thinking on there last encounter. Did he really look that young to human eyes, that he could be sleeping with Yuri? He laughed to himself, careful not to let Yuri hear. If only the humans knew. X was pushing on 4 centuries old, and yet, to humans, he appeared very young.
He quit his marvelling and began thinking of his death. It wouldn't be long now. Yuri may be one to lengthen a death, but never put it on hold. X could see that she loved the hunt to much to keep it waiting, but loved to drawl it out for sport, much like himself. In everything he did, he loved prolonging it to taunt the other, in boxing, fencing, even when he was sucking the blood from people. He would take slow drinks, letting them feel the life fluid being pulled from there body. He loved it.
As they neard the train station, Xornon remembered to cover his chest once again, hiding the blood that now soaked his black shirt.
'If only I could have proven my worth", X thought to himself, going back to the thought of dieing. He could have. He may have no honor, but he had the skill to help the vampires. He would die with honor, and he would die without chalenge, but he wanted nothing more then to kill the humans with his brotheren again. But if his brotheren desided death was the better way for him to go, so be it.

As they neared the station, Yuri slowed down in her pace, palm resting against the cold of a damp brick building. She frowned in thought, footsteps nearby. It was not Xornon's but rather that of another human prowling around the late hours of the night. Licking her lips, she shined a fang with the tip of her finger.

Nothing wrong with an early morning snack before I turn in... Her stomach grumbled, a sure sign that she should get something...someone to munch on. Going in the opposite direction of the train, she motioned for Xornon to stay quiet as she crept to the corner of the avenue.

Peeking around, she discovered a tall man, around six feet. Wearing a overly large black southpole coat, he held a dangerous look. Paying no heed to his surroundings, he took out cigar, throwing a plastic wrapper to the ground. She was unsure whether or not to go after the shadowy man. But then again...a meal was a meal.

Facing the stranger, Yuri waltzed up to him. "Good morning...." she drawled out threateningly.

At seeing her, the man stopped what he had been doing, flame from a black lighter still wavering in the wind. Spitting out the unsmoked cigar, he removed from a backpocket a foreign black object, similar to the object that had been placed to her head only hours ago. "You, your money, or your life." He readied the Glock with a cold glare.

"None of the above, love." responded Yuri, knocking aside the weapon. "You will not be the one suggesting, rather, you will just give."

"Give what?" He raised the weapon back to her, drilling it into her forehead. "Girlie, your money or your brains'll decorate the f*cking sidewalk."

Right then, she lost her appetite, wanting nothing more but to break his little neck. She didn't care much about the weapon aimed to her head, it was just the fact that it was aimed to her head that was starting to piss her off. The man, at seeing no move to comment, grew impatient, without another warning, pulling the trigger.

The gun veered off course, Xornon holding a look of annoyance along with the gunman's wrist. The side of his neck held the lightest of scratches, but he didn't seem bothered. Instead, he was almost amused at the fear that had struck the stranger's expression. Twisting the man's arm, stranger dropped his gun, a scream leaving his lips. He continued, turning his arm back in a near full revolution.

Just before it snapped, Yuri, eyes glowing, kicked the stranger hard between the legs, traces of red leaking through his jeans. She reeled back a fist, sending a devastating punch into the man's nose, cartilage shooting through brains, his face completely mutilated.

She shook out her hand, coldly. "Screw the meal. Let us get out of here..."

(TBC)

((Man, this is what I get for missing a weekend! Can I have a quick summary by any chance?))

ooc: okay very little at the moment, at the moment I'm waiting for midnite and xornon to come back before i post, the vampires have rissen again, we have all had our first meal in a while(except xornon and loth) loth isn't a vampire and zornon isn't a spirit, me(khimaria) has cast a spell on myself to make me 5 years older, mainly so no-one recognises her but also because laura's body is too young. yuri and xornon have gone to get some cloths, and some larger ones for khimaria as she has grown, and they have found a gunman, this hasn't missed that much out i don't think.

X stepped on the man's already mutalated face, enjoying the sound of bones crushing under his heel. He had almost hesitated when the mugger had pulled the gun, but when he had seen that Yuri didn't know what exactly the gun was, he had to step in.
Xornon ripped the gun from the muggers dead grip and held it up to Yuri. He could see the curiosity in her eyes. She was wondering if he would take the weapon and run, or just kill her on the spot.
"This is the weapon of choice for humans these days. Its called a gun. You pull the trigger, and out of the hole here," he motioned to the barrel, "comes a progectile bullet, or piece of steel. It moves far faster then even a vampire can move, but most humans can't aim well enough to hit a vampire at full sprint." He held the weapon out to her. "Practise with it if you like. I prefere a sword over the weapon any day, but if you are indeed trying to start another war, then you might want to be versed in the human style of fighting."

“You insult me,” said Yuri coolly, eyeing the metal weapon with distaste. Taking it from Xornon, she examined its craft, scowling heavily as she did so. “I do not care for such an unnecessarily loud weapon. Stealth kills would be impossible to execute and there is always a chance for fault,” Removing the magazine, she tossed aside the bullets, briskly walking towards the train. “With any human craft, there is always some sort of fault,” Gaze now to the sky, gun disposed of in an open manhole, she frowned. “And yet, I am having a human sharpen my blades. What has the world come to…?”

It was meant to be rhetorical, but Yuri couldn’t help but to wonder just what had happened to the world. Dangers, well, relatively dangerous folk prowling each dark street corner, weird luminescence from distorted buildings of glass, loud metal contraptions built for speed, mysterious melodies unheard of for any time. It was truly a new world.

Now seated in a train compartment, Yuri sat back in her seat, observing as Xornon’s eyes stayed glued to the window, a casual air about him. Crossing her legs, she rested her knuckles into her cheek, elbow on an armrest. “I have a dilemma…”

Hearing her speak, Xornon turned in her direction. Glad she had his attention, Yuri said. “Hours ago, I had already figured out just how I would go about ending your life. The slashes on your chest were meant to be more than just painful. I had intended to cause a few more, then exposing you to sunlight gradually…long enough to cause an intense amount of pain but short enough so that you would suffer for days on end. Plus, with the open wounds, it would have created the illusion of being baked on the inside out. However,” Yuri stared ruefully to the flurries of white racing across the window, a grey blanket veiling the sky. “Mother nature seems to be on your side, as this cursed weather has blocked off the sun. It is now around six and not the smallest trace of light can be seen.”

Yuri, narrowed eyes now on Xornon, stared plainly to the unbothered vampire. Sucking her teeth slightly, she motioned him to lean forward. Taking a risk, he complied, she snapping her hands up to his face. Pulling him closer, she tilted his head at an angle and with no formal explanation, licked at the small lightly bleeding scratch along his neck. She couldn’t help it, it was a pet peeve of a sort. She couldn’t stand seeing even a tinge of blood on one’s neck for too long.

Moving her lips to his ear, she continued as if she had never stopped. “Now…the question remaining is how will I go about killing you…?” Turning his face to hers, she offered a devilish grin. “Please, I am open for suggestions. If you come up with something, do let me know…”

A loud screech was now heard, the train pulling into a station. Releasing his face from her hold, she snatched up her bag with a raised brow, getting onto her feet. “Our stop. Even if there is little to no sunlight, we should make it back to the cavern before late morning…”

Xornon walked slowly behind Yuri, wondering if she actually wanted ideas for his death. The truth was, torture had been a past time of his the the Dark Ages, and had learned many forms.
As they walked his chuckled, louded then he had wanted, and Yuri turned to look at him. "May I ask what you think is so funny."
"Oh, nothing really, just thinking back on some of my days as the chief torturer in the king of Englands castle back in the day." Yuri cocked her head in curiosity. "Well, during my self training, I spent a good five or six years learning all sorts of forms of torture. You said you were open to ideas for my death, and it got me thinking, sorry."
Yuri dropped back from her position in front of him, which surprised him a bit. Xornon didn't think she would take a care in his past. But then agian, maybe she just wanted ideas. With her next comment, the second seemed to be right.
"Do tell some of your ideas," she said, almost with a mocking tone of voice, like his ideas would only be sub-par to hers.
X started with one that had crossed his mind earlier. "Well, you could stick me with a bunch of silver needles. The sharp pain would be intesified by the silver. You could also go with the mutalation theme you seem to enjoy so much, and cut off my lips and nose. This would drain emense amounts of blood into my mouth, and if I didn't drown in my own blood, then it only leave you with more plessure." X paused, almost happy with himself for thinking up an idea like that. He had used it only once, but it was very efficient. Then he realized it was his own death he was plotting, and became a little bit more somber.

Yuri nodded quietly at his suggestions. She was impressed by the gruesome methods he had suggested for her to use and curious as to just how much he knew about torture. Of course, she’d never admit that out loud, she didn’t want to make him seem the better tormenter.

Hazel eyes shining, she raised up a finger. “Or how about this? I use the first method you suggested, but beforehand, I remove your tongue and seal your mouth shut. Then, using hot needles, but they must be thin, I fill you with a bunch of them. Or,” Blinking at her thoughts, she gave a half smile. “The second method is a stroke of genius on your part, I will admit that but it would have been pure heaven if Airy was around. She’s the healer of the five,” explained Yuri. “See, she could prolong your drowning in your own blood, she might not have been keen on the idea but…” Yuri let out a frustrated sigh, massaging her temples. “Missed opportunities.”

Pausing in her action, a frown came. Glancing to Xornon, she sighed, dropping her hands halfheartedly. “I forgot to mention something. With the impudent guy, the one who would’ve maimed me, I…appreciate what you did. But I do not like that you did so,” Her statement didn’t even make sense to herself but she continued on nonetheless, raising her hands towards the sky as they neared the grotto. “It is almost a pity that I have to kill you…we would have gotten along simply lovely. Although, your death is not yet a guarantee,” She pouted in her thoughts. “I am only the assassin of the group. It is Khimaria who will designate your fate. I just hope she allows me to deal it out…and that it is painful…and horrendous…and,” She chuckled in Xornon's direction, in one of the best moods she had been in ages. “Enough of my chatter, let us see what decision she makes!”

Entering into the cave with Xornon close behind, Yuri came to a stop down the middle of the serpentine path, Xzaar resting against the wall. He could sleep for hours and think only minutes had passed, always brooding on his own little thoughts of only he knew what. Rolling her eyes cheerfully, Yuri gently shook him to, offering a helping hand. “Xzaar, you are awake now?”

Grabbing her hand, he frowned. “You are cold…”

Her eyes gained a strange hue as she pulled him up. “It is snowing, Xzaar. Both a wonderful and miserable sight…” She trailed off, tone growing almost warped. Shaking away the moment, she smiled, slapping him playfully on his shoulder. “I am going to see Khimaria and get her dressed, watch him?”

Strolling ahead into the tombs, Yuri kneeled down to the sleeping Khimaria, carefully dressing her in the clothes borrowed from Simone’s home. Propping her up against the wall, she started to clean out stray strands of debris from her fair hair, smirking all the while. “Common sense should have told you to prepare yourself in advance for the changes you’d undergo…”

Opening an eye slowly, Khimaria mumbled sleepily in her direction. “I did not ask for commentary.”

“You did not have to,” replied Yuri, fangs glittering in the dark. Looking her up and down, she tilted her head. “Welcome back to the world of the living. I will be right back,” Exiting the tomb, pulling Xornon away from Xzaar, she yanked him into the tombs, displaying him before the bemused Khimaria. “Please, allow me to explain. He is a…vampire I ran into earlier in the evening,” Slapping him lightly on the back, she said. “You would not mind introducing yourself a bit? Letting Khimaria know something about you, hmm?”

Holding back a laugh, Yuri leaned her back to the wall, closing her eyes with an excited smile, just a trace amount of melancholy. Killing one almost as ruthless as she was never much fun but it was, after all, her job. Though, before I get too excited, I should at least see how this event plays out…

Xornon stared at the woman in front of him. Could it be? Could this be his Emporess? Could this be the one vampire that could put all vampires back on the seat above the humans? Xornon bowed gracefully, like it would have been done in the olden days. "My Emporess," he said, lowering his head. "My name is Xornon. I was at the great battle, and like the coward I was... I ran." Xornon lowered his head even lower at the lat comment. He could almost feel Yuri's eyes smileing at the back of his head. "I've been training since the day I heard of our loss, becoming an expert in any and all types of fighting, hopeing that one day the vampires would rise again."
X stopped talking, knowing that the Emporess had far more important things to do then listen to him. This was all a formality. All she had to do was wave him away and Yuri would kill him without a second thought.

Khimaria ran her hands through her hair slowly, since she had gone to sleep it had grown all the way down her back and had gone very curly and frizzy. "You leave me with a nasty dilemma." Stated Khimaria, "you have been training and i can see you repent, that would usually still cause me to give you some form of nasty Poisson or let Yuri do her job, of which she is" Khimaria smiled, "very good at. However we are many vampires short for world domination." she smirked. "and more immediately revenge."
In her head Khimaria could here Laura brooding about. "dirty old vampires steeling her body." But after Khimaria's world domination comment she seemed to be thinking "mini me stop humping he lazzer." Khimaria couldn't begin to understand what this meant, so she didn't ask instead she thought.
"Since we are sharing a body now and you have probably looked through my thoughts for a while and know of the war in which my race was all but destroyed, what do you think should be the fate of this... man" she sent mental globules of spit and detain within her head when she thought of the deserter.
Laura radiated surprise and for the first period since Khimaria met her (while she was conscious) she had nothing to say. This state didn't last.
"You expect me to decide the fate of a man who i have never met and all i know of are the memory's of a twisted old...thing that calls herself a vampire to go on." Yelled Laura in the loud manor that she tended to use.
"Yes" said Khimaria firmly
"Well then, i am against loss of life and I am a human not a blood thirsty vampire ***** from god knows were i would have to say let the poor bastard survive." Laura sounded very angry, but the cause of her anger Khimaria guessed and didn't go into it deeply.

"Right." Khimaria said Finlay to Xornon. "I must talk to Yuri, may you leave and let me talk to her in private."
Xornon nodded smiled and did a small silly looking bow on the way out.
"Yuri." said Khimaria "you have spent some time with this man i understand, as things stand i think we could do with another vampire and i am loathed to remove him of our company if he may be of any use." Khimaria paused for a while and then continued mildly amused by the look on Yuri's face. "Don't worry" she exclaimed." I'm not going soft I'm just being practical, its just has he shown you any signs of being treacherous, or useful in any way on you excursion" questioned Khimaria

I watched the vampire come out with a look of anxiousness and a look of nervousness. I'm suprised he doesnt recognise me because I could never forget him even if I tried or maybe he does remember me but still I just stood there knowing a secret that I wasnt to willing to share but maybe if I told them it would shed light on his cowardly action. But knowing Yuri she still would kill him.Sharing this information might actually save his life though and since he isnt to intent on saving himself it's the least I could do. Besides even if I wasnt involved in making him him into what he is today I still couldnt stand by and let him walk to death willingly no matter how much he feels he deserves it. "Thats it if you wont say anything then I will" brushing past him Xzaar went into the tomb interupting Yuri's and Khimaria's converation. "Excuse me ladies but I have a confession to make it was I who sired Xornon and told him to retreat in the 1st place"

(hope I didnt mess up the story in any way)

Xornon spun around and stared in disbelief as the other vampire ran into the room. He had recognized the vampire at once. Xornon went back into the room and stared at the scene in disbelief.

((It didn't miss with anything that i had planned, don't know about them. I do want to hear what yuri has to say about Xornon though, lol. It seems to me if she wasn't so pissed at him, they would get along really well. What a kick ass team they would make, mwhahaha, lol))

((OOC: They’d get along too well if you asked me, everyone around them would be preety much screwed. Though animeboy, I didn’t have anything planned out for once so that was cool))

It was the end of the world. Christmas had been cancelled. All killing was now punishable by death. It was only a tip to the emotions Yuri had been feeling, the devastation at finding out Xornon would be spared, the fact that she would not be permitted to do her job.

Even as she watched him turn to exit, Yuri felt the urge to kill surging through her being. And even if she had no formal consent…who’s to say it wasn’t possible for him to have ‘accidentally’ stumbled into the light? A blade happening to accidentally impale him as he slept?

Catching Khimaria’s words in a disbelieving gaze, Yuri struggled to find any words, any reason to still kill him. “I…he has not proven himself untrustworthy…nor has he proven himself useless. But, he,” Yuri slammed her fist into the wall, a dust cloud erupting in the air. “I can not approve of your decision! Whilst near all our kind was decimated, like a child, he ran off in hiding with the humans. I refuse to accept him being able to live the life that so many died for!” It was the first time she had gone on a tirade against any comrade, the first time she was considering disobeying Khimaria. She shook her head sadly, speaking in a strong tone. “I am sorry, but I can not let him live.”

She turned to walk away, to kill Xornon regardless, to accept her swift punishment that would have instantly followed after. However, blocking off the doorway was Xzaar, holding a look of high importance. "Excuse me ladies but I have a confession to make it was I who sired Xornon and told him to retreat in the 1st place"

Her whole body fell numb, Yuri unable to even blink at the wave of confusion that had came. She was completely befuddled, a coherent thought impossible. In a minute, she regained her bearings, sharpened nails down to her sides. “Xzaar, perhaps I did not hear you properly? Care to repeat yourself?”

“It was I who sired Xornon and told him to retreat in the first place,” repeated Xzaar confidently.

Yuri held a deceptively calm expression. “Oh…that is what I thought,” Hands reaching out, she started on an instinctive attack on Xzaar, Khimaria managing to grab her feet away. Squirming in her hold, Yuri let out a frustrated shout. Exhaling very slowly after, she glared spitefully to Xzaar. “Why would you do such a thing? Why would you allow him…permit him to run?”

Shaking herself loose, Yuri glowered towards the earthen ground. Head snapping up, her hazel eyes drilled into the ceiling thoughtfully. “Forgetting the earlier scene momentarily…tell me, do you think the spring would not have dried up after all these years?”

Xzaar chose to respond. “Possibly…but what does that have to do with anything?”

“Good,” Yuri arched a brow. “I believe I’m going to go drown myself. And,” She started in a dangerous tone, still in an abnormal rage. “Not unless one of you is on fire, and I am the only possible being in this mockery of a world that is able to extinguish you, I am NOT to be disturbed!!”

Waiting for no reprimand or a response to her question, Yuri marched out the room, bumping into Xornon as she did so. Grabbing his shirt, eyes filled with anger, she pushed him into the closest wall, hands gripping tightly onto his bloody shirt, fangs bared. She soon sighed, knowing she couldn’t do a damn thing, knowing she wouldn’t in any case. Her head lowered distraught, she only able to stare down to his shoes and let out a low mumble. “Tell Khimaria about your earlier wounds. She will most likely be able to reduce the time of healing.”

Releasing him reluctantly, Yuri dragged her steps deeper into the cavern, soon stopping at the entrance of a steaming underground pool. Stripping off most of her attire, she dove in, allowing herself to sink to the bottom broodingly.

--mind trip—

Simone peddled her feet in the illusionary pool of her mind. Curious at the bothered Yuri, she asked. “What’s wrong, body snatcher? World isn’t all sugar and dreams?” Yuri made no immediate comment, keeping her head buried beneath the water, Frowning, Simone slipped into the pool, yanking her head up after a brief hesitation.

“What is it you want?” snarled Yuri bitterly, slapping away Simone’s hand from her hair.

“I want to know what the hells up. I may not like the ‘sharing of my body’ bit but it is still my body so if you’re all angry…” Simone fiddled with her fingers, glancing down awkwardly. “I at least want a heads up considering I can’t do anything.”

Shining a fang vigorously with her tongue, Yuri crossed her arms in scrutiny. “Read my mind, literally.”

“I did,” grumbled Simone. She shrugged. “Some interesting parts but I notice some parts are…off-limits?”

“And for good reason,” said Yuri, in a final sort of way. “But I mean previous events, things that have just occurred,” Simone approached her apprehensively, Yuri breaking into a smile. “Please, I don’t bite…”

“Much.” finished Simone, placing a palm to Yuri’s forehead. A minute later, the process complete, Simone swam back a few steps. “I don’t even know where the hell to start. You brought a guy to my house?! Why would you…god, now mother has something to gossip about,” She groaned frustrated, smiling shortly after in annoyance. “No, but this is the best part. You killed Carlos, the local drug dealer. I’d hope nobody from his gang or any rival gang saw that. If the former saw, they would be out for your blood and if the latter saw, they’d be able to brag that some crazy b*tch,” She started to laugh despite herself. “Some crazy b*tch kicked him in the nuts and her guy friend crushed his face,” She started to laugh to tears at the thought. “God damn, that’s priceless!”

Getting a hold of herself, she grew solemn. “Though, I don’t like this killing spree you’re going on…it’s not cool,” Yuri didn’t seem to give a damn what she thought of it, Simone making a face. “At least tone it down to one victim a week, you can’t be all psycho bloodlust ‘killing every man you see’ crazy. Speaking of men…” Simone blinked innocently. “Who’s orange eyes? Ya know, face stomper, escort, etc. Throughout your memory, his name didn’t come to mind. Who is he?” pondered Simone.

Rising out the pool, Yuri held a hand in the air, responding coolly. “In a word, lucky.” Snapping her fingers, she exited the mind of Simone.

--return—

Breaking the surface of the immeasurably hot water, Yuri shook water from glistening raven hair, paddling back to the ledge of the pool. Finding nothing to dry off, she threw her clothes over her wet form, strutting back in the direction of the tombs.

Not even out the room containing the spring, this time, she bumped into Xzaar. He looked her over with relief, Yuri hiding her amusement with a raised brow. “I hope you did not think I would really drown myself…I at least have to kill half the human population before I’m satisfied enough to die.” Patting him lightly on the shoulder, she gave a smile. The grip on his shoulder changed from light to vice-like. “By the way, you or Xornon still must explain why such an action was committed. Find me when you have an explanation.”

Making her way to the tombs, once spotting Khimaria, Yuri said. “Please accept my apologies over my defiance at your decision. I temporarily lost myself…” finished Yuri, now holding a vague expression.

Xornon stared in disbelief as the entire episode unfolded. As yuri stomped off down the cave, Xornon shifted his stare from the back of her head to Xzaar. "Thanks for saving my life, but don't even think about saying that you owe me. I didn't ask for my life, I was willing to die." Xornon was frustrated for some odd reason. By all means he should have been estatic, but he was mad. Maybe it was because he had been ready to die, and now he would live.
Xornon liked to know what was going to happen, and liked everything to be planned if possible. This wasn't in his plan. Maybe he was upset because Yuri was angry with him. They could probably have been really good friends, but she wanted him dead, and he wasn't.
Xornon walked over to the fire and sat by it, thinking. His Emporess had granted him his life, and for that, he was very happy. He stared into the fire, the flames making his orange eyes look like they were alive. He then had an idea.
X pulled his throwing blade from his boot and put it into the hottest part of the fire. Xornon removed his jacket and shirt, and looked down at the gashes still bleeding on his chest. Yuri had gotten him good. She could use those claws as torture weapons.
Xornon pulled the now red hot blade from the fire and looked at it. If the wounds healed naturally, there wouldn't be any scars. Maybe if he burned them shut, it would scar over. It would be a permanent reminder of his past, and of the second chance he got.
X bared his fangs against the pain as he placed the knife against his skin. The smell of burning flesh filled his nose. The smell invigorated him, reminding him of the times he had used fire to kill others. He repeated the process on the four other cuts, and then began to put his shirt back on.
As he did so, Yuri came back from the depths of the cave and said something to Xzaar. She then walked back into the Emporess' chamber. X wouldn't bother saying anything to her just yet. He was already on her bad side, no need giving her a reason to kill him in his sleep.

Xzaar just stood there he knew that he at least owed them an explanation as to why and hpw it happened. He sighed as he stood up straight from leaning against the wall. He then walked back inside the tomb where he saw Khimaria straightening her hair and a still somewhat dissappointed Yuri. "Well what are you waiting for arent you going to give us the explaination you owe us" Yuri asked flat out. "Yuri" Khimaria scolded. "He will tell us when he is ready."Khimaria said as she went back to straightening her hair. "Well I dont know really how to sasy it"Xzaar said still somewhat reluctant to come clean. "Just spit it out already" Yuri said growing impatient.Was she still mad at the fact that she couldnt kill the vampire or the fact that Xzaar blooded him and allowed him to escape thier ranks?"I had only made him days roughly a week before the war and unlike us he lacked the proper training nesscesary" "What are you talking about a young vampire could easily kill hundreds of humans without even thinking twice"interupted Yuri. "Let him finish Yuri"Khimaria growled getting frustrated with the reluctance of the frizzy hair. "Anyway like many of the inexperienced vampires he was young afraid, that we may not have won. And can you blame him? He didnt fully understand his capabilities and what his true potiential was. And with Khimaria busy strategizing I'm sure she didnt even know of his existence. I decided to do him and some of the others a favor I decided to let them escape. I knew it was wrong Khimaria and I'm sorry but I only did it cause I felt it was the right thing to do. With them being as afraid as they were they would have been useless to us anyway. Besides what if we had lost with them being out there they could have saved our race kept it from dying out completely" "DYING you really thought we would have lost Xzaar that is the stupidest bullshi" "YURI enough"Khimaria said standing up. "It's ok Xzaar I understand where you are coming from and you're sympathetic feelingI don't blame you and I dont blame him either. Now lets put this issue behind us shall we"Khimaria asked as she walked away.Yuri took a second then walked up to Xzaar shaking her head she then leaned into him her lips almost touching his ear. "You may have fooled Khimaria but do you honestly think I believed a word of that story? You and I both know much better than that. Now I believe you are the one who made him into a vampire but you didnt instruct him to run away and I know that for a fact. You havent changed at all risking your neck to save his.But remember you cant fool me. I know you better than almost anyone else."She stood back straight and walked out. Xzaar smiled to himself because he knew she was right

((I only have one thing to ask. I want my char to be a pure vampire. If you could change it that would be really cool. Like, maybe i'm ur son, or grandson (seeing as X was young back then, and ur Xzaar is older) and you wanted me to live to carry on the family or something. Sorry, i'm just picky about my characters))

(OOC: Er animeboy, nice post but one itty bitty complaint. I didn’t really want Yuri cursing –so soon- into the story considering she’s slowly understanding the new world and ‘not so nice’ phrases. Ah wells, its already been done. Anyways, here’s an unusually short post from me, sorry but i’m coming down w/ writer’s block)

Still in a more than miserable mood, with a visible scowl, Yuri exited the tomb. She’d admit, Xzaar’s story had been quick thinking on his part, but if Khimaria found out about his little fabrication, she’d indefinitely have a bone to pick with him. She crossed her arms, rolling her eyes but not too surprised. “Sympathetic fool…”

She stopped suddenly, closing her eyes. Licking her upper lip, a fading scent reached her. Burnt flesh, she’d recognized it from a hundred-odd assassinations when she had tortured her victims a bit. Just to get them to talk on any useful going ons in the human world.

Wondering where the smell had wafted from, Yuri trailed her fingers along the walls, carefully letting her feet guide her to the entrance of the grotto. Halfway there, she happened upon Xornon, orange eyes burning through the fire. A memory came to mind, passing by as quickly as it had came.

Pushing back the déjà vu, Yuri appeared directly in front of Xornon’s sitting form, hovering over him in scrutiny. Dropping down into a crouch, she wordlessly trailed a finger across a scratch she had given him, feeling only a burn, melded flesh. She was stunned…she had always scarred victims, but she had never heard of one scarring themselves.

Yuri stood up. Leaning over, she gave an amused expression, snatching Xornon’s jaw in hand. She raised a dainty brow. “You should have let me be the one to burn you. I would have liked to have some form of entertainment.” She let him go quickly. While she was still furious at his fate, she was at the same time also pleased. Her semi content bothered her but there wasn’t much she could do about her emotions, just one of the things that had come along with the package.

Shrugging, Yuri gained a cruel, twisted smile, heading deep below the cave in search of an inconspicuous weapon. Centuries may have passed but her last few targets would still have descendants…and Yuri still had her job…

Xornon stared at Yuri until she was out of sight in the darkness. Besides the fact that she hated him, and his instincts that told him to trust no one, Xornon was begining to like Yuri. She was so much like him, they probably could have been twins.
She would be the last person he would trust his life to under the circumstances, but the first he would want to fight along side. He put his jacket back on and then walked back to his Emporess' chamber. "My lady," he said, bowing his head. "I thank you for your pardon on my life, but now I wish to know of the plan you have. If there's anything I can do to help, seeing as i have lived with the humans for all these centuries, please let me know."

Scanning a diagram displayed on the crumbling wall of the cave, Yuri’s sadistic smiled softened, she pleased at the condition of the illustration. In her sect of the grotto, she had kept a family tree of sorts. It held the names of innumerable humans, most dead by the wheels of time or her hand. It was a family tree…but not hers.

Trailing her finger along one of the crudely drawn branches, she shook her head in incredulity. It appeared that during her absence, Loth had not only kept the cavern intact as best as he could, but also, he had taken the time to update her victim’s list, blotting out the one’s who family’s lines hadn’t lived to see 1600 while etching in the names of those still in existence.

“And to think you were that same little boy I was to kill…” Yuri chuckled at the thought, highlighting a single name with the tip of a glossy black nail. At the moment, she was her first target. Judging from the information given, she would be around her thirties, no husband, no other living family members, holding a job as a…lawyer? “What, pray tell, is that?”

Personally, Yuri didn’t give a damn what it was. But she was a tad bit disappointed that she would only be dealing with one femme to kill, what with her lack of living relatives. Thankfully, Yuri had eleven more targets –for the year- after the first woman but still…she sighed forlorn. Fingering the tip of the dagger she’d retrieved, she looked over her reflection under dimming candlelight. “I have a little over a week to kill you, Lady Sarah, but first I must find where you are…”

Narrowing her eyes in thought, Yuri bit her lip, still playing with the dagger even after she had managed her way to the upper levels of the cavern. Searching each corridor carefully, she took a meaningful whiff, allowing the scent of whose assistance she’d (unfortunately, she thought with high distaste) need to lead her back to the tombs.

Coming in just as Xornon finished his statement, Yuri coughed lightly, dagger carefully concealed inside the side of a boot minutes ago. Catching both Khimaria’s and Xornon’s attention, she said. “Khimaria, while I do not mean to interrupt you, even before you speak, I must ask if you will…allow me to complete a…certain task before the week is over. It is imperative that I do so. And on a side note, Xornon, congratulations, I have found a reason to not ‘accidentally’ kill you. I require someone who understands this century i.e. you to help me…locate a Sarah Walsh within the providence. I would ask Loth but with his current absence, you are, sadly, my last resort.” She scowled visibly, crossing her arms as she leaned against the doorway.

Yuri wondered if two would be enough, but knew Khimaria had other things on her agenda. And Xzaar, what with his unnaturally kindness to the ignorant beings, would be a little less than willing on going on a human hunt. Hell, if he found the woman first, he might attempt to save her or something imprudent along those lines. Yuri sighed, analyzing her nails. “Whatever will I do with you…?”

Xzaar was sitting down reading when he started to get an overwhelming urge and sensation to visit the place that Ken most often refered to as home."I have a favor to ask of you vampire"Ken said in a low voice."I already know what it is, you want me to visit your home dont you?" Xzaar asked not taking his eyes off the book."Yes please I would like to know how they are doing." Ken said in a pleading voice."Alright I'll go I want to see this family that you care for so much" Xzaar said standing up. Ken was going to thank him but quickly decided against it."Khimaria I'm going for a walk I'll be back later"Xzaar said walking up to the door. Xzaar didnt fear the sun as much as the other vampires because he had sort of built up a natural resistance to it being in it so much but as he opened the door a draft of cold air blew past him and he looked up at the heavy snow that was coming down."Lead the way" Xzaar said giving Ken temporary control over his movements.Ken began to walk fast almost using super speed but soon he slowed down as he walked up the steps to a nicely built brick house.Xzaar regained control as he walked right up to the door. Not really sure what to do Xzaar knocked on the door lightly and after a couple of seconds a short older woman answered. She had to be Ken's mother her eyes were just like his and they shared some of the same facial features."Ken baby you are ok"She said pulling him into a tight snug hug. She quickly pulled him inside.Inside there was an older man sitting on the couch smoking a cigar. He looked to be half asleep."You cold or hungry if your hungry I fixed a plate of meatloaf for you" Grabbing a plate of meatloaf mashed potatoes and green peas. "I'm not hungry" Xzaar said but he quickly sensed the woman's feelings of worry. "Well I guess I'll have a few bites"He said sitting down but as he sat down a young teenage girl no older than 15 walked into the kitchen. "Mom arent you going to say anythiong he's been out all night at least ask him where he's been"the girl said with attitude. "She must be the sister"Xzaar thought. "Ken is a young man now he'll be 18 in two weeks he's practically grown" the woman responded. Normally Ken wouldnt have have heard the conversation but thanks to his vampire hearing thier whispers sound like loud speakers. After taking a few bites Xzaar stood up. "May I be excused" He asked. "Sure" she said with a smile trying to hide her worry. Xzaar went upstairs into the bathroom where he looked into Ken's face. He ran his finger through the light scar that was on his face. It was a small cut wouldnt leave to big of a mark. He then started running his finger through Ken's flat hair as if feeling it for the first time. He looked down at Ken's dirty dress shirt and ripped navy blue uniform pants a change of outfit was definately needed. He also began to notice a change in Ken physically. Before he could think to deep about it his thoughts were interupted by a sudden knock on the door. Not knowing what to say or do Ken just stood there until the door eventually opened.And Ken's mother walked in."Now I didnt want to alert your father or your sister but it was Paul again wasnt it. he put that cut on your face didnt he?" she asked with much concern in her voice. Xzaar wanted to lie but he just couldnt bring himself to do it." Yes mother it was him but I promise he wont bother me or anyone else for that matter again" Xzaar said wiping away her tear. "Okay well you go get some rest" His mother said kissing him on the forehead. After she walked out Ken stood there for awhile he hadnt even known this family and yet he had grown to love them. He then walked out and into Ken's bedroom. As soon as he walked in Ken's memories flooded his mind. Xzaar liked how Ken was smart yet complicated at the same time. He stood there as Ken's feelings of sentimentality began growing on Xzaar and he started to feel somewhat...human. But the feeling soon disappeared as he felt a vampire nearby one as strong and as old as he was. He soon exposed his fangs as he ran to the window ready to attack whoever it could be.