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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 4, 2008 12:00:09 GMT -5
Vampires were always known for their speed, and Myre was no exception. Dodging right, she cartwheeled and landed on her feet, the trident weapon whizzing by harmlessly. Her frenzy burned ever brighter with every attack at her, and at the moment her claws were easily visible. If this got any further, she didn't know if she could keep ahold of her sanity... However, the spell that was cast didn't allow her to think...
Visions of her parents came to Myre's head as she gripped it, writhing in pain... not the ones she'd known most of her life, but her real parents, her biological parents, the ones she'd never had a chance to know... visions came to her, visions of pain and hatred, all swirling in a sea of madness... But instead of breaking her, they drove her over her limit, strengthening her even further...
Blinded by purified rage, Myre sprang to her feet and lept out of the demon's path, simply a blur against the grass underneath her. Her mind raced as the spell died off, precise calculations coming to mind as she landed. No sooner had her feet touched the ground than she took off, moving like a lightning bolt straight for the demon, holding the bolt of holy water in her hand; she'd managed to flip it out right after landing with one flick of her wrist, catching it in the same hand right before taking off. Taking aim for the demon's shoulder, she tossed the bolt faster than her crossbow could manage to shoot, every movement she made simply a blur in the wind to human eyes...
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Post by knightc3 on Feb 4, 2008 12:18:57 GMT -5
As Kraven took out his knives, prepared to attack the demon, he was stricken by a spectacle he had never seen before. He had never witnessed the kind of speed Myre showed. Many vampires he had chased down in his early years came close to it, but she was the fastest he had seen. Hadn't it been for his superior senses, he would probably not have caught the action at all.
He also saw something burning in Myre's eyes. It wasn't just rage anymore, it was with the primal instinct, the instinct of constant hunger. He had seen enough raids by bloodthirsty group of vampires to tell the difference. This was the kind of fury that had made human fear vampires so much, this was the rage that destroyed towns and villages in a single night...
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Post by Grimnebulin on Feb 4, 2008 12:36:29 GMT -5
Myrg screamed as the holy water hit his shoulder, burning it, searing it with it's horrible energy. White spots danced before his eyes. Myrg grabbed his trident, holding it before him as a line of defense. Back away. Get to the werewolves... Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other vampire. He dived away, still moving towards his werewolves...
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 4, 2008 14:02:20 GMT -5
Myre watched as the demon backed away, screaming in pain. For some reason, she didn't pursue, which wasn't normal for her. She saw all the dead lychen around her, and her frenzy started waning. For some reason, she didn't feel hungry. It was as if the over-frenzy was self-feeding; perhaps the overkill from earlier was more than she needed, and the excess had been what she was burning on. Her thoughts wandered back to Kraven... Myre had never cared for anyone so much in her entire life, but for some reason she was attached to Kraven like a magnet. The exact thing she'd been telling herself that she could live without she now couldn't think about leaving behind.
Walking beside him, she knelt down, her eyes still glowing from the frenzy which was currently burning off. She saw the snake, or rather, what was left of it, and raised an eyebrow. "Ya must be starvin' there to have done that" Myre noted, extending an arm behind the man she'd come to be attracted to. "When was the last time ya fed yourself properly?"
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Post by knightc3 on Feb 4, 2008 17:47:05 GMT -5
Kraven watched the demon back away from the fight. He decided against following the demon retreating towards the lychens.
He turned to check whether Myre was alright. The rage has died as fast as it had risen in her eyes. "I was well fed before you drained me today... And I am still hungry but its back under my control." He looked around at the dead lychens. It had been a good hunt. As he walked to his sword and slung it over his back, he looked east to see the sky beginning to turn the colour of dawn.
He looked at the half demon lying unconscious in a distance. "I think its time to go Myre. What do we do with him?"
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 4, 2008 19:45:43 GMT -5
(long post here...)
"I said 'properly', you dolt" Myre stated, playfully thwacked Kraven offside the head, shaking her own. "You don't think I wouldn't've tasted it? That ya probably haven't ever taken a human's lifeblood before? Do ya know what that does to you? I'm sorry about d**n near killin' you earlier, but ya can't just shake it off and go attack an animal or somethin' like that... I know it must be hard adjusting to our way of life, but without humans, we die. Simple as that; even shared blood between vampires is better than whatever messed-up concoction you've got going on. If it hasn't happened already, you'll soon start to become slowly weaker and weaker until there ain't hardly anything of you to live for..."
She looked down at the half-breed she'd encountered earlier the day before. His name.... Ikoret. Yeah, that was it."His room is across from mine... I don't want to really talk about how I know that, but just trust me there." She bend down and picked him up easily, his body surprisingly light for such a big guy. Maybe she was still experiencing the effects of the over-frenzy, or perhaps she'd actually experienced a growth in power... either way, it wasn't about to die down anytime soon. "But its you I'm worried about" she quirked, turning her head to the right to face Kraven in the eye. "You. My place. As soon as ya can. Get whatever you need, want, whatever, then meet me at my door, and I'll make a true vampire outta you one way or another. That's my offer, and ya can take it or leave it; if I were you, though, I'd take it. Beats dying a slow, painful death of starvation, an' I doubt you'd get a better offer from anyone else; a few I know of would probably try and 'put you out of your misery', which isn't pleasant. Trust me. Oh, and please knock before entering..."
She walked back towards the town before she could get an answer, carrying Ikoret on her shoulder like a ragdoll. Dawn was fast approaching, and she'd be totally f**ked if she were caught even in the low-radiation light of dawn. Entering the inn, she explained the situation to the clerk and, after giving her a visual confirmation, got hold of the keys to the man's room. She could have picked the lock easily enough with a few parts, but she didn't want to waste that kind of time. Leaving a tip for the mess she'd probably make, Myre's heavy footsteps awoke a few patrons, although they immediately took back any reservations for yelling at a vampire carrying a half-demon and closed their doors. Opening the door to the bathroom as quietly as possible, she walked inside on her tippy-toes, trying to make no noise whatsoever.
Setting the still-unconscious Ikoret down, she used one of her knives to cut open his shirt, and whistled. He was cut up pretty bad all over, but most of it was minor scratches and bruises. What caught her attention, however, were the frost marks covering some of the wounds. She looked at the left forearm, and it too was covered in frost. Even though her body couldn't tell hot from cold, she knew when something was one or the other; it had been fairly warm outside the last few days, and he couldn't have been laying there for more than an hour...
Using some water to carefully defrost and wash the wounds, she patched up a few areas that were extra-bad, including the arm, then picked Ikoret up again and took him into his room, setting him down in the bed. Myre still didn't know what to think of him, so she decided not to let it bother her, and slipped quietly out with him, unlocking his door and setting him on the bed inside, leaving the key behind, slipping out the door and leaving it at that. Opening her own room, she locked the bathroom door to her room and sat down on the bed, taking her boots and rags off as she closed the curtains too. She wanted a nice atmosphere if he did come, not the shabby hole in the ground she'd made the place look like. Simply cleaning up didn't seem to be right, but it was all she had at the moment.
She felt like slipping into the shower, but decided to wait a while. If he did come, she'd give him first pick of the shower out of courtesy; that, and she had some other business to take care of. Laying her weapons down at the desk, she pulled the shirt off her back and sat down, fanning herself. She personally was burning up, oddly still feeling the effects from her most recent frenzy, but none of the hunger that she usually felt after that happened. Her mind was wandering, going back to those images she'd seen when that spell or whatever it was hit her, trying to remember what those faces actually looked like...
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Post by Crow on Feb 4, 2008 20:24:30 GMT -5
He groaned and sat up. "Where the hell....how did I get into my room? Ugh, anything could have happened after my demon side took over....." He fell back over on his bed, figuring that it was better not to ask questions. He thought about taking a shower, but he didn't wan't to go through the trouble that would likley come with asking the vampire next door. He just went back to sleep, hoping that he would remember what happened in his sleep, like he usually did. He just hoped that he wouldn't be viewing a living nightmare.
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Post by knightc3 on Feb 4, 2008 20:53:47 GMT -5
He saw her walk away from him carrying the half demon on her shoulder. This wasnt the Myre he had seen in the bar, drunk and weak. *I guess the blood really is more effective*.
He had accepted her offer back in the room itself before the fight when she had offered him her exposed neck. But he held back then, not knowing whether it was the alcohol talking and it didnt seem right at the time. He was also afraid. He had never drank blood before and was afraid of what he might do if he lost control while feeding. He thought about what Myre had said about him getting weaker, if not physically, at least mentally. *I guess the transformation never stopped for me like I thought.* That spell shouldn't have affected him like it did in the fight. He used to have a stronger mind...
He looked around to check nothing was about to surprise him as he started walking back mindful of the light growing. He picked up some lychen heads on his way back.
After collecting the bounty, he made his way to the metalsmith of the town. He looked up before entering the shop. He still had a bit of time. He walked out of the shop with the cash from the recent bounty now in the hands of the metalsmith. He had charged more for waking him up so early in the morning. The howls had not woken him up it seems. Kraven didn't have the time to argue or persuade him so he paid.
He made his way to Myre room, knocking first as she had asked, glad for being indoors as the first sun rays hit the windows in the hallway...
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 4, 2008 21:57:37 GMT -5
*sry for taking so long... sorta fell asleep here [quite literally ]* Myre heard the knock, and awoke with a start. She'd started dozing off soon as she could, forgetting what time it was or that she'd have a visitor soon. Quickly rubbing the silly stuffs from her eyes, she put her T-shirt back on and walked up to the door, cracking it just a bit. When she saw Kraven, she immediately pulled the door open and let him inside. "Seems ya just couldn't resist, could you? I'm not complainin', but I guess it was all sorta planned to begin with." She stifled a giggle, something she thought she'd forgotten how to do long ago. As she talked, Myre walked around randomly, fixing things up here or there that she'd neglected before. "I know you might be afraid of what'll might happen, but just know that its better for you to over-feed off me than a human; vampires who lose too much blood simply become hungry for more." "Besides, by what I've heard, vampire blood sets off the reactions easier than human, so think of it more like a practice run for when ya think ya can take human lifeblood wit'out killing them. Before we get started, though, if ya want it the shower's in there." She pointed in the direction of the bathroom, fighting back dirty images and thoughts in her mind that would only further complicate the situation. "Didn't think I'd have time to finish one myself first, so you can have it now. The lady downstairs should have put clean towels inside, so don't worry about havin' to dry off in here." She felt weird doing so much for one person, but it seemed only right to do so for a guest in her own space. She'd practically bought the room, and might convince the lady to give some of her cash back when she planned on leaving. For now, though, it was hers to do with as she pleased, along with a private maid service. Talk about killing two birds with one stone. After a quick peck on Kraven's cheek, Myre sat down in the chair backwards, having exhausted herself for the moment cleaning up. Leaning against the back of the chair, she awaited an answer as her mind fought off her sleepiness; it was her first neck bite, and a long-awaited one at that, so she was too hyper to sleep right now. She herself didn't know what would happen, but she just knew that this would be a night she'd not soon forget...
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Post by knightc3 on Feb 4, 2008 22:46:27 GMT -5
At the mention of a shower, he looked down at himself. He was, for the most part, covered in lychen blood and beginning to smell like one. Surprisingly his clothes didnt look so bad. He was surprised by Myre's kindness and treatment. Its was like one moment she was this beautiful, brutal warrior and the next a flustered girl. She was definitely the latter right now.
He nodded as he put down his weapon and cloak and entered the bathroom, quickly dismissing the thought of inviting her with him. As he showered quickly, washing of the blood and first, he thought about what he had bought. *It can wait till later* he thought.
As he came out of the bath and dressed, he glanced at Myre, trying to hide her anxiousness and failing. He could tell she was very excited and scared at the same time, just like he was. After he was done, he went up to her and helped her to her feet.
"Are you ready?"
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 4, 2008 23:04:36 GMT -5
Myre felt like that silly school girl she had been so many years before; she didn't have any idea about why she was doing so much or what it would feel like having someone bite her, but she was starting to get the hang of being nice to people, something she'd been told not to do for whatever reason while she grew up. "Not yet... I need to wash up too here."
As she entered the bathroom and stripped down, she felt the wound on her neck; it hadn't completely healed, but it wasn't leaking blood. She'd gotten vengance, but it didn't feel good. Something about that whole fight was off, but she wasn't going to let that ruin her mood right now. She was full of excitement and fright at the same time; what if he did over-feed, and she wasn't able to stop him? What if she was wrong when she said that over-feeding wouldn't kill her? What did it feel like... that last question was what kept pushing her forward, kept her on her feet. She was afraid, but her total curiosity and wonder kept her fears at bay. Besides, he was a half-breed; how hungry could he really get at this point?
She changed into her other outfit, although she kept the T-shirt on. Most of the lychen blood had gotten on her rags, so the white shirt was still fairly clean; she hoped it would still be so the next morning. She liked it, more than the voluptuous breast-sticking whore shirt she had on the day before. Thankful that she might never need it again, Myre tossed the shirt in the trash, closing the lid as a smile came over her face. If things went well, she might have a blood-partner for a while, if not for good. Of course, she had to show him his instincts first.
Walking out as she pushed her hair around, she walked over to the bed and plopped down; without a word, she lifted her hand and inched a finger in the air a few times, waiting on Kraven as she held back her childish urges to simply break out giggling...
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Post by knightc3 on Feb 5, 2008 0:07:01 GMT -5
Kraven smiled as he walked closer towards the bed. He gently pushed Myre in a lying down position and turned her head to one side, gently moving his fingers down her face to her neck. *So beautiful...* he thought. His thought trailed off as he saw the bite mark still there her neck. He did not show it on his face but he was suddenly concerned. *It should have healed by now*. He had to know how bad was it. He gently moves closer to her neck almost feeling the blood flowing underneath the skin. He bared his teeth and as gently as he could bit down on her neck. He relaxed a little. He could tell by the taste of the blood that it wasnt infected by the lychen bite, he let go of his concern. That is when it hit him. His eyes widened with shock. Suddenly he couldnt think anymore. He was driven now, biting down harder now, he had stopped worrying that he would hurt her or it would be too painful for her. All he could think about was the blood. He started feeding off her.
He came to his senses eventually, suddenly wondering how long it had been. It had been like a storm hitting his mind when he tasted the blood. Now however his mind was calmer than he had ever been in his life. He fought himself, his urge to feed more. He pushed himself away from her, releasing a still Myre from the grip of his teeth. As he got up off from where he had landed, he again got on top of Myre, this time to check, hoping it wasnt too late.
As he saw a weak Myre opening her eyes, he smiled and kissed her as she lay there still. He realized there was still some blood in his mouth. *So beautiful...* he thought again.
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 5, 2008 5:43:25 GMT -5
Myre barely felt the fangs at first, and she was somewhat disappointed that he wasn't playing rough, and she began to wonder if this was a mistake after all; however, when Kraven suddenly lurched upon her like a predator, she was paralyzed by the pain. Her eyes shot wide open and her breaths shortened, driven by a pain she had never experienced before. He had managed to bite all the way down to the bone, even cutting a little into her neck vertebrae, and it stung like all hell. What was weirdest of all, however, was that she loved it... Even as her body was being drained of life, and her skin started turning a paler hue than normal, she groaned in ecstasy, the feeling rushing through every part of her, even down to her feet. The blissful feeling was overwhelming, and she even started crying as the pain intensified, too painful for her to scream. Never once did she even hint at resisting as Kraven fed off of her, even more intensely than she had off of him the night before...
She felt him let go, and she could sense his concern. The pain and the bliss still existed together, and it wasn't leaving her anytime soon; her legs felt wet, and the rest she could barely feel, if at all... So much pain she had that. for a moment, she couldn't even breath after he'd let go of her. However, necessity forced her to do so as she felt him coming onto her again. For a moment, she was afraid that he'd come back to bite her, and opened her eyes as if to say 'Enough...'
But he stopped just short of doing so, kissing her. She took it quickly, licking some of the blood, her blood, out of his mouth, tasting it. The entire experience had exhausted her, but she wanted it to happen all over again... and again... and again... but not right now... I don't think I could take much more of that kind of hunger for long in my condition... Now she was hungry, but it'd have to wait until she could get out of bed, let alone walk. She groaned again as the feelings wore off, and looked straight up at Kraven, locking eyes with him. Her tiny body was coated in layer upon layer of sweat, and she at least needed something to drink if she were to stay sane and not take back what she'd just so generously given away.
"Wat...er... plea...se..." she pleaded, a tiny trickle of red-colored drool dripping down her cheek as she said that...
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Post by knightc3 on Feb 5, 2008 6:04:45 GMT -5
He could now see clearly the damage he had done. She looked like she was already dead from exhaustion and what he guessed as pain. She hadnt screamed once during the ordeal but he could see that her face was covered with a mix of sweat and tears. He was cursing himself for relaxing like that at such a crucial moment.
It wasn't fair! She could barely speak let alone move and he felt he could rip through an army of lychens if he wanted. He quickly reached over to the table and retrieved the jug of water. He lifted her head into his lap as he sat down and slowly poured some water in her open mouth.
"I am very sorry... I am sorry I wasnt able to control it..."
((Sorry kinda short of time, expect the next one to be a lot more descriptive))
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 5, 2008 6:54:49 GMT -5
*no worries mate :3 i can work with most anything longer than a sentence ^-^*
Myre gladly accepted the water, choking once while trying to get some of it down. It seemed to revive her a little bit, but she could still feel the remaining blood pulsing through her veins. It would be a while before she had her strength back. But she could still speak.
"No... it was... wonderful..." she managed to gasp out, her throat finally able to take the continued strain of speaking. "I've never... never had so much... pain in my life... I would want you to... do it again, but... I know I... I ain't strong enough... to take that again...right now. Please... it was instinct... and a wonderful one at that... Don't be... hard on your...self." Her breathing was still in pants, as she struggled to get every ounce of air into her lungs. If she survived and lived now, it would definitely prove that she'd gotten stronger; before the last fight, even a slight bit of lost blood would make her light-headed at least. Now, here she was, near to death as she could be, and she was still alive.
Reaching up and using much of the strength she had, Myre gently caressed the side of Kraven's burly face. She could already see the changes happening; the eyes turning more animal-like, the skin becoming paler... it was so beautiful to watch everything about him changing, that she'd forgotten almost who he was for a moment. Snapping out of it, she gently closed her fingers around his chin and started pulling him towards her, her lips sealing around his as she closed her eyes, her breathing regulating itself again as she calmed down... at the moment, Myre didn't care if she died right then, because she would be dying happily, and having done good for at least one person...
Pulling back a bit, she let her lips slide over his slowly, as if she'd done this a thousand times before, and then began rubbing her exposed fangs carefully and slowly against his skin. She didn't know what she was doing, but it seemed right to calm him down, to tell him it was over, that she was alive and would stay that way. It gave her a rush, and god only knew what Kraven thought of her little act...
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