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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 28, 2010 20:46:44 GMT -8
Melora cried out in surprise, followed shortly by whimpers of pain. What in the fuck was this vampire thinking? Almost entirely disarmed and now bleeding, Melora didn't see much other choice but to move. Slowly she moved forward, hoping that their exchange had at least granted her a little time, though she was entirely unsure of how far Anshel and Azura were from her. It was most likely that they weren't anywhere close by, and that's she'd die in this cave. Well, fuck. For a moment she regretted not submitting and becoming a vampire, but she quickly pushed the thought from her mind. Dying would be terrible, she knew, but it was just as she deserved. Becoming a vampire meant she could stay where she was, in the world of the living and as a hunter for the Banglaire, but at what cost? She wouldn't take it well, would she? Melora's mind cleared with another wave of pain from her fresh wound as she trotted forward, Naoto directly behind her, watching her with careful eyes. Even if she wanted to attack, he would kill her before she had a chance.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 28, 2010 21:00:57 GMT -8
Azura pressed forward, cautiously navigating the darkened tunnels around him that barely contained his width comfortably. Seemed that was just a problem with him in all areas of life.
Sighing quietly through his nose, he was about to head back to Anshel until he heard Melora's yelling in return to the voice that had spoken before. He broke into a run, the succeeding sounds of distress pushing him faster. Eventually he came upon them, but ducked back behind the corner he'd turned.
He could smell Melora's blood, and couldn't exactly sneak up on another vampire. Perhaps if he could make some kind of distraction.
Leaving the cover of the wall, he crept along the floor, biding enough time as the other vampire's senses would allow. A few moments, and the Akoto was already beginning to glance over his shoulder.
Now.
Azura snapped his fingers and the aged overhead light above the pair burst and became engulfed in flame. The filament was still good, thank god. He'd only just noticed the light there before he'd enacted his plan too.
"Melora!" he called, hoping she'd turn and run past the vampire while he was distracted trying to pat down the flames that'd leaped up on his clothing.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 28, 2010 21:07:45 GMT -8
She could feel him before he came around the corner to her aid, and she nearly relaxed at the sound of his voice if it weren't for the fact that the lamp over their heads suddenly burst into flame. That was so Azura's style. "Azura!" She huffed breathlessly as she pushed past Naoto in his moment of confusion. The vampire moved much faster than herself of course, and in an instant he had caught her as she attempted to pass him by. Azura was so close to saving her, yet she might still die. He'd even be there to witness it, what a pity. Guilt swept over her, if she died now after stalling so long she may as well have died minutes ago before Naoto could make a show out of it.
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Post by Naoto Ito on Jul 28, 2010 21:13:50 GMT -8
Naoto dug the claws of one hand into Melora's belly, forearm barring her from escape. His free hand patted out the last of the flames on his chest before he snarled at the Gallu. He'd gone far beyond caring what that ragtag group of savages did with his reputation. He had to complete this mission and the girl was going to die. He swung his sword, aiming to lop off her head as he held her in place.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Jul 28, 2010 21:35:11 GMT -8
Christopher gave several uncomfortable sounds ranging from keening to gasping, to a near growl. “You are a fucking, bloody prat!” He hissed at Anshel breathlessly, stress being expelled into his words. Oh yeah, a pat on the back, and a slap on a cheek, he’d be just peachy.
In spite of his protests, nervous ramblings, ragged breathing, and panicked state of mind Anshel actually kept dragging him along.
As they neared a rocky area which narrowed and the flashlight caught his eyes, his pupils contracted in annoyance. “You can go to he-” Was that blood? The aroma was sweet, delicate, obviously from a female, but it was decidedly mouth-watering, especially in his stressed state. Chris’s conscience screamed at him, but it was already happening.
In an instant his throat had dried, burning like an inferno. That same change which had occurred during their last meeting flared to life, this time more intense. Self preservation, annoyance, and fear fueled it. Slowly, Christopher tilted his head back, eyes steadily bleeding with a sickly shade of crimson, similar to dried blood. Nostrils flared as he inhaled, and fangs budded in his mouth, making small bumps under his lower lip, before they glistened as he breathed in through his mouth. He could practically taste it already.
His grip on Anshel’s forearm tightened to a point that would be painful for the other man, as he started to pursue the scent, stride long, pace faster then was comfortable for a human. “Come along Anshel.” The voice which responded from Chris’s lips was not his own, its was raspy and starved. The frenzy had begun.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 28, 2010 22:03:21 GMT -8
Moving faster than he thought he could have, Azura wedged himself up against the Akoto beside Melora. One hand was on the vampire's that wound around her waist, the other was lifting his sword hand by the elbow up and out of its socket with ease. At times like this, Azura really did like being bigger than everyone else.
He pried the other man's limbs from Melora, ducking his head under his arm to tell her to book it in the direction he'd come from before releasing one hand, bringing it arching upward toward the Akoto's elbow.
A popping crack reverberated off the walls of the earthen tunnels, the bones dislodged from the impact of Azura's hand poking up toward the skin, but not quite breaking it. If the vampire had anything else to say about it, they'd be pushed through into his fucking brain stem.
His foe regarded him evenly, not a flicker of pain rushing across his face, though he did manage to hear a small grunt from the man. No matter. Locked in a staring contest of sorts, the other finally backed down, muscles ceasing to retain their fighting tension.
backing away, Azura kept himself between Melora and he, watching with careful eyes in case this was an attempt to fake him out. However, he was surprised when the vampire simply nodded and ran ahead in the tunnels. Strange, why would- Oh, the sun was up now. They'd all have to be careful.
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Post by Doctor on Jul 28, 2010 22:10:13 GMT -8
"Christopher, what the fuck -" Anshel tried to twist his arm out of the boy's hold, but only ended up stumbling forward as the vampire pulled him along almost faster than he could keep up. Dirt and stone scuffed his shoes and he cried out silently at the crushing pressure of Chris' grip.
Steps landed awkwardly on the uneven ground as the boy led him on, further into the dark space. Anshel was scared now. Something had come over the Boy Lord, something powerful enough to sweep away his previous crippling fear and he didn't know what it was.
But then he could see them! Up ahead, Azura looking farther down into the shadows and Melora a few yards behind him. He would have growled under his breath if it wasn't hitched, the vice around his forearm becoming steadily unbearable.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 28, 2010 22:22:25 GMT -8
Naoto made a run for it as quickly as he could, and with him he took all tenseness Melora previously held in her body. Her hand fell away from her dagger, but perhaps all too soon, she had no idea that there was a kid-vampire running at her in that very moment. Blood soaked her shirt where he had dug his claws into her stomach, luckily not deep enough to pierce anything vital. The cloth on her shoulder was now entirely soaked and blood had begun to dry at the edges of the stain, setting itself into the fibers. Still, she couldn't help but smile up at Azura, the warmest smile she'd shared with him yet. Her jaw was clenched from the pain and her eyes watered at the corners, but she smiled anyway, genuinely happy to see him. "Azura...thank you." She dropped to one knee and set her bag behind her, arm resting over the puncture wounds in her stomach, applying pressure to slow the bleeding. "thank you..." she muttered again, unable to think of anything else. If he'd arrived minutes later she'd be dead, her still warm corpse making a mess of the cave floor. The pain made it hard to process her thoughts, and she drew a deep breath in, slowly releasing it and focusing herself in the process.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Jul 28, 2010 22:36:09 GMT -8
Christopher froze, shudders wracking his entire body as he attempted to stop. He needed to stop, before his past came back to haunt him. Yes, Serena’s rapists deserved to die, but the way frenzy had made him do it… He ground his teeth, fangs entangling with the flesh of his lower lip.
He needed to control himself, he had to do it now. Attempting to change his course of thought Chris brought his eyes to the ceiling, forcing his mind to remember where he was, jolting his heart into a race. His body was unwilling to reply as he released Anshel, and slowly began to approach Melora.
The look on his face was a mixture of pain and curiosity. This woman was like a bird: a tiny, injured, bleeding bird, and in his warped sense of reality, almost big enough to fit in the palm of his hand. Christopher dropped down a couple feet from her, red eyes predatory, but also confused. The tiny injured bird was reminding him of another: Serena. He hadn’t hurt her…
He cocked his head to one side. Slowly a hand reached out, brushing over her shoulder, then her belly, before he brought it back as though to examine the blood coating his fingers. Surely a taste and nibble couldn’t hurt? But it could, it could immensely. His entire torso heaved, breaths ragged.
In a blur, he was across the room, back plastered against the wall. Red flared to dark emerald, and thick bars of stone spurred out from the wall above her, then in front and to either side: effectively changing the Huntress. The purpose was duel: to keep her away from Chris, and to keep Chris away from her.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 28, 2010 22:41:51 GMT -8
Azura watched with an attentiveness due some kind of baby sitter, watching Christopher's reaction to her. In fact, he'd almost stepped in when he'd touched her, but was surprised with the quickness the other vampire moved. Just as well, at least he was away from her.
But then the next problem posed was that now she was in a cage...God. Damn. It.
He knelt on the floor, reaching a hand through the bars to tug Melora over to him. "Are you ok?" Of course she wasn't peachy keen, but there was a difference between alright and dying.
In that instant, he looked up at Anshel, eyes asking him to keep a watch out for the crazy Moroi.
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Post by Doctor on Jul 28, 2010 23:05:11 GMT -8
Chris had finally released his arm and pain jolted all the way to his finger tips as circulation resumed. They had been running far too fast and the momentum threw Anshel to the ground, jagged bits on the floor cutting up his hands as he tried to break his fall. Spitting the dust from his mouth, the judge scrambled back up to a very confusing scene. Melora in a stone cage? Christopher in a corner looking as if he was either going kill someone or shit himself? With a nod to Azura, he fumbled his way through the dim, sweeping light provided by the flashlight now rolling across the floor, reaching Christopher and appraising his state.
"Christopher, look at me," he wrapped the words in a honeyed coat. He cradled the boy's cold, pale face and peered into his eyes, finding them predatory and unstable. Fuck.
"You're hungry? Is that it? You need to eat?" He questioned insistently, turning the queries into a statement. Anshel could tell the vampire was struggling to focus on him, on anything but the warm, oozing dinner he'd just trapped, and redirected the boy's head to face him whenever his gaze attempted to wander. "Don't look at them. They don't exist right now." He coached. "You're going to feed on me. Got that? Chew or tear at what you need to. It's going to be okay." This was a dangerous game he played, but Anshel was confident enough in his skills of persuasion to turn the chaos around. Most people did what he asked of them. Most vampires did, too, when he offered them a snack. "It's okay. Do it. Do it."
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 28, 2010 23:18:46 GMT -8
"I'm okay," Melora managed, shaken by the quickness of the fingers that had swept over her seconds earlier before being almost instantly trapped before she knew what the fuck. "I'm not dying, at least I don't think so. Not yet." She reached out her hand as well, realizing all too late that it was covered in blood and her other one was useless, barely regaining feeling in her fingertips as she spoke. "Ito did a number on me, but I've been through worse." She scooted herself closer to Azura, looking up at him through the cage. She heard the exchange beside them, and badly needed a distraction. "Thank you for saving my ass. I owe you when we get out of here." Her eyes stayed on Azura, trying to find anything that might have changed since she last saw him. Nothing, she decided. Her teeth pulled at her lip as she peered around the cave, trying to find something else to occupy herself with while Anshel offered himself up as a snack.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Jul 28, 2010 23:34:30 GMT -8
Christopher locked his jaw, ceasing to breathe. Why was he doing this? If a single drop of Anshel’s blood where to hit the taste buds of his tongue, berserk wouldn’t even begin to come close to what his reaction would be. “Can’t.” He said in a hoarse rasp. “Not… hungry… Frenzy.” The hand he brought up to push Anshel away fluttered for a moment, not quite knowing how. It was food; the blood pounding that very second within him. All he'd have to do would be to tear a bit, like breaking a tin can.
His breaths began to come faster and faster, near hyperventillating, until he caught Anshel's arm and drew it to his mouth, tearing open the flesh with a shiny pair of fangs that quickly coated in red. It felt amazing to have the taste in his mouth. Chris's eyes, once more green, clouded as the blood stopped flowing, and upon further searching, revealing sealed flesh. "What the fuck?" He gasped out as he tried for oxygen.
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Post by Doctor on Jul 28, 2010 23:47:41 GMT -8
Frenzy? What the fuck was that? Anshel yelped as his knees buckled at the deep lacerations. Yeah, he'd been expecting it. That never made the pain any better. He wasn't sure about the boy. Chris seemed to be doing better feasting from his limb, or at the very least he wasn't making crazy-eyes at anyone else. So, at the boy's surprised exclamation, he took a fistful of his thin blonde hair and shoved the Lord's face into his jugular. He should never offer his wrist to first timers, Anshel thought to himself. People got confused too easily and finished so much faster at a gushing source.
"I heal fast. Chew or tear." He ordered, this close to yelling at the boy for not fucking listening as everyone seemed now prone to do. A cool composure was difficult to maintain when teeth were tearing at your muscle after all.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 28, 2010 23:49:39 GMT -8
"Hang on a second," he said quietly, holding a hand up to one of the widened bars of the 'cage' she was trapped in. He began to use the flames he was naturally gifted with to heat through his hand and into the dirt, firing it and making it crumble like poorly maintained clay.
With the bar weakened and crumbling, Azura helped the process along by shoving at it with his palm, the entire thing collapsing with a small tinkling not unlike that of broken glass.
Standing, he lifted Melora out of the cage, the space just barely big enough for her to squeeze through and he was careful to have her avoid the sharper edges of the pottery grade bar remnant he'd fashioned.
Once he' had her out, he looked her over, turning her around as his eyes roamed over her to check for any other injuries he might need to know about. His fingers prodded the flesh of her shoulder, noticing that it had already clotted and was on its way to healing, the puncture on her stomach fast becoming unremarkable. Good.
"Yeah, you do owe me, but later."
He was far too focused on the blood letting going on in the corner. If Melora's blood had set him on a wire, the scent of Anshel's toppled him over the fucking edge. He bared his teeth at the scene, feral growl tearing itself from his throat as he saw the two. Granted, this was good for Melora, but damn it if that stupid boy hadn't found yet another way to strike jealousy in him at the worst of times.
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