Ensanguined Confrontation [Isamu]

[Kujika]

The sun had already set, and the once bright skies that rose above beautiful Paris had now plunged into absolute darkness. The black veil that was the sky was covered in a multitude of jewels, glimmering like tiny diamonds against the jet-black night. The starry sky was breathtaking, but not as much as the fascinating city that dwelled below. The vibrant city was slowly retiring, the cars passing by lessened by the minute. Tourists were going back to their respective hotels, tired from roaming around the city all day. What was there not to love about Paris? It was one of the world's leading business and cultural centers, and is undeniably one of the world's top tourist destinations. With the many iconic landmarks it possesses, who wouldn't be attracted to its exquisite beauty and culture? That's what they all came for. But then again, there are those who have different intentions.

A lone shadow moved through the night with slow and certain steps. The figure of a man emerged from the darkness, his eyes dark and deep, thoughts swimming in them. He paused for a while and looked up at the night sky. A heavy sigh escaped from his lips, his eyelids falling shut. For a short while he felt calm, and in his mind the world stopped, the hands of the clocks were stuck in their places. He filled his lungs with air, though he knew he didn't really need it. He was dead after all. But he got to exist forever; the thought played in his mind for a few more moments. He wasn't scared of forever. What he was afraid of, well, he didn't really know. But at the back of his mind he was. If he could only find out what.

He shook off his thoughts; this night was going to be different. Taking a step forward, his eyes scanned the almost empty streets. A smile flitted across his lips as he continued moving, each step slow and sure. For more than a century now he walked the streets of the world, ready to take any challenge that was thrown at him.

Vinicius knew exactly why he was here. For blood. For hunting. The scenes of one of his killings played inside his mind; a couple. He could well remember the way his fangs had sunk into their necks, draining them of their precious blood. They were so weak; yet their blood satisfied him more than ever. A word echoed inside his mind as he recalled the incident: murderer. He despised the thought with all his soul, but it was his inevitable reality. He was a killer.

The frown on his face turned into a slight smile as he told himself once more the reason he was here. He was here for the daughter. The one he simply let through his fingers. He could almost feel it once more, the way his fangs grazed across her skin, the way he spoke to her in an almost whisper. He needed to find her. Annette, as he later had known her name to be, was in Paris. The scent of her blood was imprinted on his mind, and his stomach growled lowly as the sweet fragrance made him hunger once more. He knew she was here. Vinicius could almost say he was sure she was near. Turning his head to the left, then to the right, he scanned the streets for her, for the scent of her blood. There was no stopping him. Not tonight. He wasn't leaving Paris without getting what he wants.



Posted for Isamu, who's been bugging me for about a month to get this role-play started. So here you go.
Now hurry up and post.

[Isamu]

[[You have no clue how happy I am at this very moment! Thank you so much!]]


The parisian air whisked up the honey and chocolate lace across the agile features of a porcelain like face. A smile made its way across the girls face as she walked through the streets of Paris. What a lovely city it was, and to be born here, was the best thing. But for Annette and her past to be born in Paris and raised in the states is how her life had begun. Her hair whipped across her face as the breezr carried it like the notes of a song lingering on until it ceased to exist.

She sighed contently, her mind was stuck on her past life and one special memory. The boy who made her life worth living. Yet, she could not remember his name and he was always there till that one day. Where was he now? Was he dead, or was he still around? Was he searching for her or did he completely forget about her?

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A girl wrapped her arms around a boys neck as he stood up. The boy was around his teens it looked while the girl was only around the age of seven or eight. She cried out and laughed, kicking around slightly, "No, NO! Don't pick me up!" she screamed out in laughter. The boy just laughed as well and grabbed her by her arms, flipping her over his head. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck now that he held her in his arms.

"You are my little pet, Annette. I would never let anything happen to you, you know that right?" The yound Annette nodded as she leaned into his chest. "??[his name] Why do you care about me? Why am I so important? Why me?" She couldn't help but question him, even though he had already told her many times before. "Because Annette, your family doesn't treat you right. You need someone here for you and I'm here for you, you are so precious to me. I never want to see you hurt." He usually went more into detail but right now he was calm. Annette could tell he was deep in thought and right then he sat down with her in his lap.

"Little one," He spoke to her, it was a nick name he used sometimes. "Have I ever told you how lovely you smell?" Annette looked up at him confused, sitting back slightly to see his face. "No, never." She spoke softly, tilting her head with curiosity. "You have the most unique smell, it's so warming. Like brown sugar and a warm sensational smell that I just can't put my hands on. It's like an essence that just rolls off your form. Being here with you right now, Annette, has made my day."

All she could do was smile at his words, he always made her feel special. "You'll always protect me right? No matter what, I'll always have you...right?" Her voice shook slightly as her eyes started to sting. The pools of crystal like water, her eyes, wavered behind that of the true salty elixir that was about to flow from her eyes. She didn't want to lose him, she cared about him too much to lose him.

"I will always be here for you, I would never want to see you cry." He took his finger under her chin and lifted her face to his,and then wiped the tear that had just started to fall. He then smiled and leaned back, sitting her on his stomach as he lay on the lush green grass.

If I were one of those vampires you are so fond of, I bet I would be even more fond of you and your blood. I'm pretty sure it tastes just as good as you smell, if not more." A glint sparkled in his eyes, but Annette didn't see it. Was he saying that to amuse her? Or was there something behind that, a secret message? Annette never the less giggled and kissed his cheek. "I love vampires!" She screamed with happiness and all he did was smile up at her.

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She couldn't believe that she hadn't seen him since that day. After they just rested there for a little while longer, he had walked her home, said good night gave her a quick peck on the lips for a goodnight kiss and walked off into the dark abyss of the night. There were so many stars out that night, she remembered it vividly. "Where are you now... are you even alive still?" She continued to walk down the street towards her apartment building. Not only that, but had he changed? Was the once caring person evil and distant or still loving and caring? Would she ever find out, and if she did, would she like it?

It was late in Paris, she knew it and no one was out unless they were at a bar, a park or a club. She knew she was probably the only one out walking around at this hour of night, but she didn't mind it, not one bit. As she continued to near her building she crossed over a street. ~Huh, what was that.~ She stopped right as she stood parallel to a building. Had she seen someone walking down the street? Most likely not, she had to have been mistaken, and she probably was. She decided her mind was playing tricks on her and continued to walk towards her home. "If only, life brought me an adventure. I could feel whole again, like I did when I was with him. "

At such a young age you can never say you loved someone. Annette knew though, that he was special to her in some way, she just knew it. Why couldn't she remember his name though. Why? Her thoughts wondered off to other things after, but she felt as if someone was following her now. Was she just that tired, or did she really feel eyes on her?


[[I'm sorry if you totally hate it! I tried my best. I'm not really good with flaskbacks though. I really should have just let you do it...]]

[Kujika]

It's fine. Your post wasn't bad and if you never work on your flash back scenes then you'll never get any better. Just think of it as practice and don't put yourself down so much.



Where could she be? Vinicius questioned himself, taking in consideration how large the city really is. Finding her in a sea of people was like finding a tiny needle in a haystack. It was close to impossible. It was right next to unachievable. But then again, anything is possible in a world of possibilities. Before, he thought immortality and vampires were only to be found in legends and folklore; impossible, as he would always put it. But as he took a look at who he was now, where he was, the word impossible was erased from his vocabulary. She was here, and no matter what it takes, no matter how hard it would be, he’d find her. He’d have her weak body in his tight grip, his fangs only seconds away from sinking deep into her neck, moments away from feeling her blood run down his throat. Bloodlust always overcame Vinicius whenever he thought of his prey. But it was the hunting, the taunting, that made it more fun. Why would he need to hurry? The hunting has only begun.

He continued walking, his eyes shifting from the streets to the windows of the stores. The employees turned the sign from “Open” to “Closed”, signaling that the busy city would now plunge into a deep sleep. But it was only morning for them vampires. As he strode across the streets, he couldn’t help but think of his past, of how he came to be who he was today. He recalled himself while he was still human, his body still frail and his mind narrow. Vinicius remembered how he loved the pursuit of knowledge the most, how he loved learning about the littlest things, how the most exquisite of facts interested him. He traveled back into time, and then it was as if he was there, standing in his balcony, gazing upon the stars. How infinite the sky seemed, how beautiful the night sparkled. For many times, he wondered what it would look like: the end of the universe. He wondered how it would feel into a well that had no end.

The breeze gently went through his hair as he walked, his mind still drifting away like a ship in a raging sea, the wind carrying it farther and farther away by the minute. He remembered his love for learning. But he also knew that it was that love, that pursuit for knowledge that turned him into the creature that he was now. A killer. A hunter. An immortal. A vampire. There was no other choice for him but to accept it. It was the inevitable truth that he couldn’t spend a whole eternity denying or hating. He had accepted it long ago, and had given in to the true lives of creatures like him. He learned to love who he was, he learned to hunt, he learned how to lure his prey and get exactly what he wanted. And this night in Paris would be no difference.

He plunged deep into thought, but a certain smell that played underneath his nose awoke him and brought him right back to reality. He stopped; his dark eyes darted to the pavement of where he was walking. Once more he breathed through his nose, allowing the scent to fill his lungs and intoxicate his brain. A smile made its way to Vinicius’s lips, his eyes flickering to a nearby building. He recognized the scent; how could he ever forget it? It was the scent of a human. Of his prey. Of Annette.

A low laugh escaped his lips, the sinister smile still on his lips as he spoke in a soft whisper, “I never thought it would be this easy,” and once again laughed to himself. Slowly he followed her, his eyes full of bloodlust and hunger. "If only, life brought me an adventure,” Vinicius heard her say. It came to him at how his great sense of hearing was always useful to him, how it always served as a portal to the things that mere humans could not even know or care about. He whispered to himself, his steps following hers, “Adventure? I’ll give you an adventure,” his lips curving into another smile. He made his footsteps loud enough for her to hear, wanting to give her a sense of fear. As he drew nearer, he stepped out of the shadows, his eyes glowing with greed and vain. He could hear her heart beating, pumping blood all throughout her body. Blood. Precious, essential, delectable blood. He couldn’t resist, he couldn’t control himself; she was standing right before him. “Easy,” he told himself, “you wouldn’t want to ruin the fun.”

She was only inches away, his cold hands still inside his pockets, he started to whistle. He wanted to catch her attention, and see the fear in her eyes when she turned around and saw him; the killer of her parents, the once who put her sister where she was now. He wanted to see her knees shake at the sight of him, to see the flush of color in her cheeks and lips fade away to a pale hue. His steps stopped, his icy cold lips parted for him to speak, “I told myself I’d find you,” he chuckled, and continued, “But you’re making it all too easy for me, Annette.” He stared deep into her eyes, knowing she recognized him. At the back of his mind he didn’t want to do this, he didn’t want to ruin furthermore the life he had already destroyed in the past. But then again, things can’t always go the good way.

[Isamu]

The clicks of her heals were soon over come by that of heavy foot steps. She wasn't sure if she should turn around, it was something she had learned not to do. Never the less she kept walking till she heard a soft male voice from behind her speak. She couldn't hear it at first, and because of this, she turned around.

Her eyes caught the male standing behind her. Immediately her heart stopped for a mere second, then her heart rate went into over drive. There was no way "he" was here, his eyes were what she remembered through everything. The ones that bore into her heart and sole as she stood there in her kitchen looking up at him. The killer that slaughtered her parents and sent her sister into an eternal slumber.

"I told myself I'd fine you." He spoke the words like he had that night, stern, lustful and so much more. She felt as if she was in a trance as his eyes held her. She just wanted to run, but her legs were frozen and weakening every second she just stood there. Her knees buckling under some sort of pressure she couldn't see, that no human could see. A pressure of fear overwhelming her form as she just stared at him. "But you are making it all to easy for me, Annette." She gasped and slowly moved back, her eyes wavering with something unknown to her. She didn't even know how she felt at the moment, the only emotion she knew she truly felt was fear.

"W-what, why... you've done enough damage don't you think?" She backed up from him trying her best to make her voice sound unemotional, but that was impossible. The once gentle voice, the voice like sounded like a song, turned into a quaking mess of ramblings as Annette stepped back. "N-no..." That's all that came out of her mouth right, and with that she turned around quickly and ran.

She was so scared, she didn't even think about what she had learned from her fascination of vampires. Speed, strength and heightened senses; never the less, she ran knowing that the chase would mostly likely be over very soon. What was even stupider that, blinded by the fear and the adrenaline that ran through her veins, Annette was heading towards her house.

She stumbled up the stairs of the apartment building and whipped the door open. She couldn't believe that he was back, hopefully he would just, leave again. Her heart raced as she scaled the stairs in a fit of fear and anguish. Her eyes flickered every which way, trying to find any sign of him, but she refused to look back. Her body felt like it was going to explode, she could feel the heat rolling off her in waves of lush thickness. She leaped in a way, skipping the last 5 stairs and slid to a stop in front of her door. She grabbed the keys and started to unlock her door, but right when she did, she could feel him right behind her. At least she felt something right behind her, and she didn't want to turn around. Slowly and unsure Annette started turning around her voice hoarse as she panted.


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[Vaughn]

It was darker than usual that night. It seemed as though the street lights in Paris were not functioning at full capacity. Tyler walked down the streets of the now less cluttered city. He saw stores closing that he obviously would never be able to visit due to the way his schedule worked. The cold kiss of night would always be something that he would feel on his cheek as he continued his walk through immortality. It would be a sensation that would never change, or leave him. It had been over 100 years since he last saw the sun in the noon sky. Or even felt the warmth of a hot summer day. All he knew now was the color black.

Never was this evermore evident than when he walked alone. This was what made his existence so hard. Companionship was hard to come by when you were one of the undead. People didn't necessarily stay around you long enough to even greet them. His head tilted down wards as he looked at the sidewalk. He let out a deep sigh to show his grief. However, the wind picked up and he quickly turned his head back up to an alert state. A fascinating scent passed under his nose as he stood there, still for a moment.

It was the scent of a human. Along with the scent he could hear the distant sound of feet hitting against the ground in a fashion that could only be described as running. He thought for only a moment about why someone would be running so frantically at this hour of the night. It came to him quickly that there could be only one reason, They were running from something. He wasn't sure exactly what it might be, but he was bored enough to check it out. He quickly ran up the nearest rooftop the gain a better vantage point. He skipped over a few rooftops till he was sure of the origin of the noise. He the faint image of a girl running into an building, behind her was something of his own kind.

He quickly found a window on the building leading into one of the hallways of the apartment. He crept in quietly as to not disturb others. He stayed in the corner as he could he the quick foot steps of someone ascending the stairs. He saw the girl reach her door and frantically grab her keys. He didn't want to startle the girl so he slowly approached from behind. He figured that she would sense him soon enough and perhaps say something. He was an impatient man however and decided to initiate on his own.

"What are you so scared of?"

His face had a calm look to it as he spoke the words. He wanted to comfort her as it looked like her heart was already beating a million miles a minute. Tyler was a very charismatic person when he was still living ,and this carried on through his vampire life style. He was wearing the usual jeans and a black tank top covered by a white zip up hooded sweatshirt. His hair seemed to have some sort of paste product placed in it, as the front stuck up and flipped back. He then leaned against the wall on the left side of her door, waiting for a response.



Thanks again for letting me join <3

[Isamu]

Her body was radiating off so much heat, she felt like she was going to cause herself a heat stroke. As she slowly turned around she suspected the vampire that was pursuing her to be there, but instead it was another man. He gave off a sort of calming effect, but with her fear right in toe, she knew it was best to get him and herself out of his reach.

But seriously, was she thinking that a door would do any good for herself? The man spoke while he leaned his body against the side of her door. She noticed as she turned back around to her door to unlock it, that he was fit. She could see the muscle fibers twitching beneath his skin as he leaned into the door way. The way the veins pressed up against the skin, making the skin stretch around them, showing that he was healthy. Another thing she noticed were his ocean blue eyes staring down at her, they were so clear it was like you could swim in them, but she wouldn't; she had other things on her mind at the moment.

She fiddled with her keys a little more trying to find the right one. ~God I have too many god damn keys!~ She screamed at herself as she fiddled through more of them. "What are you so scared of?" She looked at him and then looked around frantically. "Look, I know you probably wanna make small talk and all, but this is really not the time. You should probably get out of here, and even if I were to tell you, you probably wouldn't believe me. So just to save yourself from a stupid, un-understandable story, just run and and.. I don't know." She could barely get that out, and he probably didn't understand most of it since she was so breathless.

She just wanted to get inside and hide from the predator that was chasing her. She couldn't find the key, or her hand was shaking so much none of them would fit. What the heck was she gonna do? Oh the lord was giving her hell at the moment, not that she believed in him though. "S-shit.." That's all she was thinking now, though she spoke it out loud.

[Kujika]

He waited in anticipation for her reaction, for that hint of fear in her eyes and in her tone of voice. The sound of her heartbeat echoed inside his head, like a rhythm that he wanted to stop himself. She turned around, and his eyes looked deeply into hers. Fear. Exactly what he wanted. He watched her step back slowly, "W-what, why... you've done enough damage, don't you think?" Vinicius detected her effort to make him believe she wasn't afraid; but she wasn't good enough to fool him. "N-no..." he heard her say with a shake in her voice. And, as expected, her legs started to run away as fast as they could, taking her as far away from him as they could get. He knew this would happen, but he also knew that he could never let her escape. Not this time.

Someone else was here; he could smell it. It wasn't another human, not another frail human to attack and feed on. It was a scent he recognized very well; it was the scent of a vampire. But he couldn't really care; there was no need to worry. This vampire could just be out hunting in the sleeping city or have some other business. But if this one interfered with his hunting or touched his prey, he wouldn't have any second thoughts and would launch an attack. Vinicius wouldn't allow anyone to get in his way. There were very few things that could get in between a vampire and his prey; and the same one of his kind was one of these things. Nevertheless, this vampire hadn't done anything that would harm his plans... yet. He shook off these thoughts and instead focused on Annette. The fun was starting.

He laughed lowly and followed her. He wasn't running, just using his heightened senses to know where she was heading. And, as he thought, this apartment building nearby was where she lived. A smile formed on his face, his eyes full of greed and bloodlust realizing there was no escaping for Annette now. There was no way that he would allow it.

He walked calmly, as if there was nothing to hurry about. He walked up the stairs, listening to her jumble with her keys and whip the door open. He chuckled; as he always did when he knew he was scaring some one. Placing his right hand in his pocket, he started up the stairs with slow and certain steps. There it was again. The smell of the vampire. It started to trouble him. Would this vampire choose to interfere with him? He gave out a heavy sigh, realizing there might be more than hunting tonight. He might come face to face with another vampire. Vinicius worried little, he'd done this many times before/ He just had to concentrate on getting what he wanted.

At last, the sight of Annette outside her front door and having trouble with her keys met his dark eyes. He had her right where he wanted. But there was someone else here. The vampire. His eyes scanned his facade, evaluating how much it would take for him to fight this one if he needed to. He had a strong build, but he was nothing Vinicius couldn't take. His focus shifted from him to Annette's face, her shaking hands and her pale complexion. His cold lips parted to speak, "I told you before," he said, a smirk on his lips once more, "No matter what you do, I'd find you." He took his hand out of his pocket and crossed his arms, a conceited look falling upon his face. "And look, you've brought a friend along. How nice."

[Isamu]

Why was the guy still standing there? Was he going to be stubborn and not heed her warning? She grunted and tried to open her door, but it was no use. Nothing was working for her at the moment and her vision was starting to go bad from all the panicking. Sooner or later she would probably pass out from all the stress and blood flow. Her heart rate was rising with every second, she felt herself get light headed as she stood there still fumbling her keys. "G-god..." She didn't know what she was going to do.

The guy was still there looking down at her with a expression she couldn't read. She wondered if the vampire that was pursuing her would go after the man as well. If he did, she would never be able to forgive herself. Her eyes widened as she heard something behind her, it was him she just knew it. She turned around quickly, right as he spoke “I told you before,” her heart raced even more how, as goose bumps rose on her skin. “No matter what you do I’d find you.” Annette wanted to scream and just disappear from existence as she watched his form. Though it didn't look like he was moving, she could see the tension in his muscles as he took the smallest of steps. “And look, you’ve brought a friend along. How nice.” She pressed back against the door and then looked to the man. "I-i told you, you should've left." She grabbed her door handle and jiggled it around, hoping it would just break loose or something.

She cried out as her door swung open and she fell back. She felt the hard wooden floors press against her back as she landed, her lungs collapsing. She couldn't breathe for what felt like hours, but it wasn't. Though it was enough time for her vision to go out for a few seconds. She felt odd and out of place, hopefully she would just wake up to find out it was all a dream. "A-ah..." She couldn't lift her body from the floor, she felt like her body weighed a ton.

She groaned and then slowly opened her eyes and looked up. She was still laying on the floor and she could still feel the presence of both the guys. Why were they here, and why did they want her?

[Vaughn]

After seeing the other vampire ascend the stairs, he quickly grew weary. This one was obviously out for the hunt based on the actions that Tyler had witnessed. He listened as the words slowly escaped from the vampires mouth. His eyelids opened wide as he knew what was soon to come, It was then that the girl opened the door and fell to the ground.

He quickly picked up the girl in his arms. He ran into the open room and slammed the door shut behind him. He wasn't really one to engage in combat for no reason. He set the girl down and leaned his shoulder against the woodwork of the door. He smiled and then said "I don't think this girl really wants to talk to you chap, perhaps it best if you take a stroll around town and find someone else to talk to."

He let out a small chuckle as the last word escaped his mouth. He was a bit of the sarcastic type when it came to confrontation. He turned his head back around to see exactly what was happening on the ground. He was unsure of her emotion or how exactly she would react to the next few moments of the night. The room was still dark, only illuminated by the light that pierced through the window from the outside world.

He took his time to contemplate where his actions would place him. Perhaps the predator would find his meal required more work than he originally bargained for and leave. He might rush the door and try to break it down. Or the three could enjoy a spot of tea, while lounging and enjoying a nice conversation. All these things were possibilities that passed through his head. The one most appealing came to vision then he spoke, "You wouldn't care for a cup of Earl Grey would you chap?"

[Kujika]

He smiled; his mind seemingly to have been thinking hard about the situation. This wasn't going to be as smooth as he thought it would be. But then again, Vinicius loved a good challenge. It made him more eager, more ferocious for his prey. He hadn't come all the way back to Paris for nothing. He wouldn't leave empty-handed. His eyes followed her actions as she fumbled about with her keys, struggling to have the door open. He laughed to himself, seeing her like this, seeing her in a rattle. Humans and their frail bodies, their weaknesses and their fears; it made him pity them somewhat.

His lips curved into a smile as he saw the door swing open and Annette falling to the floor. 'Clumsy human,' he thought to himself, chuckling, 'wouldn't even get the hiding part right.' His eyes now shifted to the vampire, wondering if he was a friend or foe. It was most likely he was on the humans side, since Vinicius had not seen in his eyes the kind of adrenaline from hunting as he had himself felt. And in a split second, he saw the vampire move and pick Annette into his arms, shutting the door quickly behind them. He shook his head; it would take more than just a door to keep him from attacking.

"I don't think this girl really wants to talk to you chap, perhaps it best if you take a stroll around town and find someone else to talk to. You wouldn't care for a cup of Earl Grey would you chap?"

The clear wind brought his words to Vinicius's ears, bringing a smile to his face. 'Ah, sarcasm,' he said to himself quietly. He looked down and once more chuckled softly, finding the vampire's sarcastic statements as mere jokes. Sometimes, he thought, these hunts became just like the movies, with all the exchanging of funny lines that add more spice to the running and chasing part. He looked up, his legs taking the steps of the stairs one at a time. Still, he remained calm, though adrenaline was pumping all throughout his body.

His cold hands touched the knob, his ears quietly listening to them on the other side of the door. He turned it and pushed the door open with much force, his eyes staring down at them, his voice cold and deep as he spoke, "You forgot to lock the door." He chuckled, swiftly grabbing Annette by the arm, darting his eyes at the vampire to warn him that he'd be able to attack if he tries to get in his way. With the speed that he possessed, he took her in his arms and got out of the apartment building, looking up at the nearest rooftop. His eyes caught the sight of a fire escape ladder that led up to one of the rooftops and quickly moved.

In a second they were there, his hands gripping her arm tight, forcing her to look into his eyes. The wind was chilly and crisp, blowing harder now. The starry sky was there, the moon illuminating through the darkness. "The vampire will follow us and be here anytime now," he said, his lips still in a smile, "Your little friend might take you back from me. But I'll have you. You will be mine in the end."

[Isamu]

She looked up at the man who had somehow gotten her onto her couch and against the door within seconds. She panted softly, holding her back. It ached and she wasn't in the best mood now. Her adrenaline was pumping like crazy,she geld like she couldn't breathe. She looked at the man once again and sighed softly. She had no idea what she was going to do. Her mind was fading, at least it felt like it, she couldn't think. Helplessness overwhelmed her as she just sat there, but the calming of her apartment was soon interrupted.

Her heart stopped as the vampire pushed through her door against the man's body. Within seconds she felt his cold touch against her arm and then her body against his. She tried to scream, but she felt as if her body were not her own. Nothing was going right, her vision was going in and out as her heart was now racing through the halls. He was making his way towards the fire escape, but what would happen? Would someone actually save her? Doubt filled her, and once again she feared for her life.

She didn't understand what was happening and why it was happening to her. " What d-did I do to deserve this?" She could barely speak, especially since she could barely breathe. She looked up at him as he gripped her tightly. She could see the veins and muscle fibers twitching beneath his skin as held her so cruelly. "The vampire will follow us and be here anytime now," he said, but his lips still in a smile, "Your little friend might get you from me. But I'll have you. You'll be mine in the end." She went black... the vampire... the... vampire? Who was the vampire? He couldn't possibly mean the other man that was saving her from him... could he? Her eyes watered as she looked up at him. "Why are you doing this to me? What have I done to deserve this?" She screamed with fear as she jerked around, trying to pull away from him.

She couldn't believe that this could be the rest of her life. The vampire's .... slave, his food and she would have to be there at his every beck and call, if she wished to live. What if he weren't the only one, what if he had friends... what i--. She needed to just worry about what was going on right now, and not what might happen. She looked back and for some reason she actually did hope the other guy was coming for her, the other... vampire. At this moment she didn't mind, because so far he was better than the one that was holding her now. "Let me go!" That's all she could scream, she just wanted out of his arms and at the moment she didn't care where she went.

Arms jerking at his grip and body thrashing, she could only hope it would tire him some. The only bad thing was her heart was already going over load and the motions she was making only made it worse. She knew he could sense her vein beneath her skin, and it probably felt like a fountain of pure life for him, seeing as how fast it was going. She felt like her body was on fire as she was held there in his arms. "Just... let me go..." She gasped out for air slowly... she knew she was gonna pass out soon, she could feel it coming in on her.

[Kujika]

The wind kept blowing and he could feel it brush across his cheeks gently. He could feel his grip on her warm arm, and it was tightening as he saw the fear in her eyes increase by the second. He's done this so many times before, so many, many times. And each time brought him a great rush of adrenaline and bloodlust that it made him go wild inside. But it wasn't all perfect. At the back of his mind guilt was playing with his thoughts. There were doubts, second thoughts on whether he should continue what he was doing or just stop. Because when he sees their eyes, there is a part of him that sees his own reflection of what and who he used to be. A part of him that pities these humans, knowing how it feels since he too was once like them; frail,weak, abused. But time has changed him, experience has molded him into the beast he is today; and his greediness and lust overcome his every decision. He couldn't help it. He just couldn't.

His mind came back to his cruel reality as her words reached his ears. She was hurt and confused about everything; most especially as to why he was here. He allowed her to continue speaking, chuckling to himself about how silly this girl is. She kept on screaming, though no one was around to hear her, and kept on asking him to let her go. But he tightened his grip, like the grip of a snake upon its prey, wearing it down until it's weak enough to let it take it's vicious strike. She struggled, perhaps thinking this would tire him. But he knew this would wear her down in a second, way before he himself would even get close to being tired.

Finally, he felt her weaken, her eyes darted at him, his dark eyes staring back. She was weakening now. Very, very close to passing out. Then he decided to let her go, throwing her a bit back. He smiled, taking her hand and lifting it to his face, letting his fangs playfully graze across her skin. "I have reasons," he said, staring down at her eyes, "Reasons that you would never understand." He laughed lowly, his fangs now wounding her as they danced around her hand. Licking the blood from the wounds, he let her go, letting her fall to the ground.

[Vaughn]

He fell back against the wall as the door was abruptly opened. He jarred his head upwards to see the girl being lifted up. He didn't really know why this was all happening, it seemed a bit much for one girl, but hey, he wasn't one to question another persons logic. He watched as they went up the fire escape into the outside. He jumped to his feet and brushed himself off and swayed his head side to side in frustration. "I really should have just stayed home."

He could hear the conversation going on as he stood there, contemplating his next move. He walked towards the fire escape and he placed one hand against the side of the window that lead out. He gripped it firmly and swung around to looked around to see the one holding the other. "What a pretty site, no?" He smiled as he put his hands in his pockets and began to walk up towards the two.

"I really think you have gone just a bit far, haven't you chap? Perhaps it be best if you give the girl to me and just be on your way. We wouldn't really want things to get started would we?" He smiled and bared his fangs at the same time. His mood remained calm as he watched the vampire drag his fangs across the woman's hand. He twinged with a bit of anger but tried to keep his composure. He saw that the woman was in a lot of pain so he figure he would try and ease it.

He twisted slightly into thinking she was in a more pleasurable state of mind. He rolled up the sleeves on his sweatshirt and extended out both of his arms, palms face upwards in a gesture that said something like..So what are you going to do?

[Isamu]

She just couldn't stand being there. Her arms were shaking with weakness and fear as she looked up at him. Her body felt like jello as he let her go and then took her hand. He pressed it to his cold, angular features of his face. She wanted to break loose and just cry herself to sleep in her bed. She felt so helpless, so vulnerable, she felt... useless.

A sharp pain ran through her hand as she finally felt his fangs graze the sensitive, thin skin of her palm. It broke through slightly, causing her hand to bleed slowly, the scarlet elixir flowing down from the wounds towards her wrist. "I... d-don't see why... me... why not someone else." Her words were so shaky and soft, for a minute she thought he probably didn't hear her. In the end though, he licked up the blood and released her from his grasp.

Her body started to crumble as her vision went in and out. She then felt herself fall into the hands of someone else. Her body felt like a ton of bricks as she collapsed into the heaven brought arms. With the comfort she felt from them, she ended up passing out. She felt the darkness consume her as she just laid there. Form finally calming, but still tense, she lay there in the loving arms of whoever was there to save her.

[Kujika]

Her sweet blood ran down his throat, the taste remained on his tongue, driving his senses crazy. And now he knew he was never going to let her escape from his grasp. He'd already tasted her blood; and once he had his taste of something he knows he wants, he wasn't going to let it slip through his fingers. Not in a million years. But he wasn't going to kill her. Not yet. Vinicius had other plans for her; plans that he would never let anyone destroy. Especially that other vampire. No matter; he would gladly jump into fighting if it was needed.

He felt every inch, joint, and every other part of his body; recalling the many combats he had gotten himself into. One was on Hashima Island, where a killing spree was disguised as a music festival to lure humans in, while the vampires and werewolves alike were hunting and killing for their own pleasure. Oh, how he loved it; how he loved the adrenaline rushing through his veins, his body giving into his senses. Though, he asked himself, with all these fights happening recently, was he strong enough to win this one? He wasn't sure, like so many other things. He was certain about one thing however, whether he win or lose, he was going to get his hands on Annette.

And he waited; he waited for he knew that other vampire was near and would come at anytime to save her. He could smell his scent; feel his presence. At last his eyes moved to see him come and hold her in his arms. He had heard the vampire speak about leaving Annette alone and giving her to him. Vinicius also heard a little threat escape from the vampire's lips, but it wasn't going to be enough to stop him. He laughed softly, his eyes darted at the duo, his hands shaking as if telling him that he had done wrong.

"She's mine," he started to say, his face tainted with a shred of anger and annoyance. "And I don't know if you're her prince who's come to save the day or what not. No offense, but I really don't care." He advanced quickly, his arms grabbing the already weak girl and carried her in his arms, "Mind your own business. Or in other words, stay out." The words escaped his lips and swiftly made his way to the next rooftop. He laid her down knowing that the vampire would follow.