Forever Night ~ closed Indarkestknight~

Running.... No.. have to stay hidden. Running will attract attention. Running will make..... It... follow her further and deeper into the dark woods. Already lost. Never in her life would she find herself lost, let alone caught in the thick part of the woods alone. But she couldn't stop her search for a noise that caught her attention that brought her here in the first place. And because of that, she lost complete track of time. Now.... Now there was something out there, following her. Hunting her.

The elven race can smell, see and hear things no other human can. In this case though, she has lost the scent of her threat. Struggling to contain the fear that is building within, struggling to see some sort of path to lead her out of here. Some reason, it is far darker than normal, making it impossible to see anything, even her own hand. This was the thickest part of the forest, forbidden lands of her kind. There were creatures, demons in these parts. Despite this knowledge, her search caused her to stray past the border.

If only she made it back before the sunset.... Now it was to late... far to late.

He hunted her, dark and intense in the moonlight. Moving through shadow, but keeping her in sight. He moved closer, ever closer with every moment, but still he did not strike.

The forest was dark, and deathly quiet. Like it was waiting for a sound, for the scratch of claws, or the whisper of a howl. Nothing came from the darkness though. Not a sound, not even a whisper of movement. If she watched carefully, far more carefully than most humans or elves would care to do, she would have seen some slight movement, like a shadow in the night.

She might have thought she was hidden, but the predator who stalked her knew her scent already. He knew her as intimately as any lover, had prepared for her to go to ground. It was a foolish notion to enact, to try to hide from a shadow.

He knew where she lay hiding.

From out of the darkness his voice came, low and beckoning, challenging her forward.

"Do you want to run little one? Hiding is a poor choice indeed...Fighting might work to your advantage...but hiding? How pathetic. Why don't you just lay down and wait to be taken?"

The taunts seem to come from everywhere at once, like a ghost on the breeze. The nature of the voice is odd and distorted, making it undeniably masculine, but impossible to identify. As if to make his point though, a shadow moves behind her, in a fast whirling strike, aiming to draw blood from her hide, and then disappear into the night.

"Elf blood...how sweet to the taste..."

She found what she thought would be a safe spot till morning, waiting this night out so she can get back home. Sleep was the last thing on her thoughts, nerves were already shot from being lost. Out of no where she heard his voice, one that she was unable to pinpoint in any one direction. It felt like her heart was going to explode out of her chest at any second, couldn't stop from breathing heavy in panic.

This voice was taunting her and she knew it, but she still didn't know where to run to. She didn't know this part of the woods. Glanced around quickly, seeking for any kind of sign of where to go. Was searching her surroundings as best as she could, somehow found a way to see past the darkness, finding a break in it. There was no light ahead of her, but the trees broke the darkness up from night sky. The moon was high and yet to her it gave no real light within the trees.

Within another moment or two, she broke out and ran in that direction.

Running was precisely what he'd been waiting for. As she ran forward, he pursued, massive paws eating up ground, easily keeping pace with her. His bright, golden eyes watched her, while his lips snarled back with hunger, and perhaps something else.

The wolf came for her now, bounding out of shadow, massive in size. Calling the creature a wolf would be to do him an injustice though. True, he was covered with dark, almost black gray fur, and true he had the pronounced snout and tail of a lupine, but his body between was nearly human. His body bulged with massively strong muscles, flexing beneath the thin coat of fur. His talons, almost human in shape, gripped the earth as no mere animal could, helping him travel through the underbrush with inhuman swiftness.

His gaze was anything but bestial, for while his eyes may have been bestial, there was a cold human intelligence behind them, driving him towards her. He was hunting her, but there was more too it than that, beyond the driving hunger or all beasts, he also had something else. Desire. He had her scent now, and it was intoxicating to him, pulling him along. It went beyond a hunt, to something more primal than that, a desire welling up from his very being, a desire to breed.

When she ran for the moonlight, he made his move, charging from the blackness to pounce upon her, his long snout tearing at her clothing, his taloned hands and feet seeking to hold her in place, the better to do with as he wished.

His voice was cold, and harsh, chiding her like a child.

"Stop squirming, you're mine now little one."

It felt like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders as she ran. Everything happened so fast, yet felt like it was in slow motion. Her running felt slow, the sound of his breathing, growling and his pounding feet catching up to her. The pounce that soon followed didn't surprise her as much as it should have, at this point she was expecting something to happen. Knowing that she wasn't going to make it out of here that easily. Especially knowing that something was watching and waiting.

At she landed face forward to the ground when he pounced from behind. Shortly after the pounce, fresh skin broke out into chills as the clothes were being shredded. She tried to squirm, to flip herself over, crawl out from beneath him anything. Even tried to kick at him a few times, using the heel of feet to hopefully hit something important. Her hands reached behind to claw at him, again, trying to find soft skin in hopes of at least hurting him somehow.

There was an obvious want...... no, a need, to scream out and beg to be set free. Somehow it was all caught in her throat, only her own growls and grunting came out as she tried to break free of him. For once she was glad to have her long, white hair braided otherwise he'd be ripping it out as he tore into her clothes. Sadly it also proved to be an advantage to him, having the hair trapped within the hold he had on her.

"Why do you want me? I'm of no importance to anyone..."

Finally managed to get some words out, she tried hard to keep her words steady, only to find it more difficult than she had hoped. The feeling of his hot breath and the wetness of his muzzle on her back was causing her to feel a certain way. In the way she shouldn't be feeling in situations like this, it only made it that much more difficult to keep fighting. It didn't stop her from trying, although her fight was growing weaker.

OOC: There's some movement going on in this post, I trust thats okay. Its hard to rape someone without moving them against their will

The wolf ignored her words and actions, they could do nothing to him. The kicks landed, unheeded and without comment. Her thoughts and feelings were of no consequence next to his own desires, his own need. Her clothing were in tatters now, leaving her bare to take to take as he wished. Nothing that could stop him.

Roughly, he pulled against her, shifting her from her laying position and into another, more familiar pose. Holding her on fours, he leaned in close, teeth scraping softly against her back as he began to mount her from behind.

His manhood was hard and ready, damp with excitement and ready to penetrate her. It flexed wetly behind her as his clawed hands roughly gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he lined himself up and then began to penetrate her.

There was nothing soft or subtle about his actions. His shaft hammered into her center with brutal bestial force. Unmindful of her feelings or need. He simply took what he wanted.

As he took her, he leaned forward, hot breath on her neck, as he growled and then bit her, claiming her as his own, and sharing with her the curse he bore.

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Far and away, another watched these actions, gazing with dispassionate eyes at the way the beast took her, at best mildly amused by the rape taking place before him. He had the power within him to easily stop these proceedings, but for the moment he only watched. The girl showed a certain amount of promise, but he would wait until the wolf had his fun before he acted.

After all, it would be impolite to interrupt at such a moment, and Adrian was anything but impolite.

All senses were lost in the roughness of it all, it felt like she was screaming and crying, yet none of her own sounds filled the air. Silent tears streaked down her cheeks as the abuse continued. No matter how much it hurt, how much she wanted him to stop, it was the way his teeth glided against her back that forced unwanted moans to escape. She was trying to force herself to accept it, fighting it would only make it worse and far more painful. It didn't help that her body was betraying her anyway.

Her own body had already accepted this rough abuse, the harder he pounded into her, the wetter she became against her will. Soon the tears were not so silent, whimpering and crying, clawed into the ground at the feeling of his hot breath against her neck. It was the breaking point of any fight she had left. Felt herself reaching that peak of no return, his was pounding into her so hard and deep that there was no way to fight the sensations it created.

The bite is what finished it for her, finally her scream came out and filled the air around them. Only it was a scream of pure lust breaking free, hitting a climax she never knew existed. Clawed even deeper into the dirt below, tears flowing more freely at the betrayal of her own body. It was wrong to find any of this pleasurable, her mind knew it, if only her body knew.

If the beast shows any sign of interest from her orgasm, its not apparent. Instead the violent rape continues, even as the moonlight glows above them, infusing him with even greater power and strength. He doesn't even hesitate in continuing, instinctively knowing that to truly claim her as a mate he must was for her to transform under the moonlight. Only then can she truly be bonded to him properly.

In truth, if you asked him why this is necessary, he could not have told you. Could not, on his clearest days have explained the need, but the beast within him knew it, felt it. To make one truly ones own would be to breed beast to beast, under the light of the full moon. Only then could their mating be sanctified.

He pounded away at her beneath the moonlight, waiting for the change to come, so that he himself could reach fulfillment, and mate fully with this female. She will make an excellent edition to his pack, and a good bitch to his children.

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Still watching from afar, Adrian watched the coupling without apparent interest, debating his options. It was unwise indeed to interrupt wolves breeding, but he did feel some small measure of responsibility for the girl.

n any case it would be rather difficult to use her for his purposes if the wolf tore her asunder in the passion of the moment. Maybe it would be best to intercede before matters got any more serious...

Focusing for a moment, Adrian felt his body dissolve into black mist, slowly blanketing the area about him as he disincorporated. He moved through the tree line in this shape, slowly surrounding the mating pair, but not yet taking action. Waiting for his moment to strike.

Unable to tell where the orgasms ended and began, never being able to come down from one before going into another. She could feel some sort of change happening within her. Crystal eyes were the first to change, more primal and animalistic. The growls that were pouring from her lips had changed into a deeper, wolf like growl replacing the whimpers and moans.

It was difficult to tell the difference between pleasure he was feeding into her, or the pain of the change. Felt her bones shifting throughout her body, nails became claws. The change was slow and painful, her screams of passion and pain mixed into the air. All and any thought she had was lost, clouded by what was happening in this moment.

Observing the transformation as it began, Adrian knew he had little choice but to intercede before it was completed. Powerful as he might have been, he felt no desire to face off against a pair of mated and enraged lupines. Even the most powerful elder would have been mad to attempt such odds.

Instead, struck when both were at their weakest, coalescing his mist form into one powerful blast that knocked the male aside, shoving him away from his intended mate, pushing him back into the forest.

With equal speed, Adrian settled his mist form over the female, pulling her away the from the ground with all his force, and trying to drag her up towards the sky. It was a tremendous effort of will for the vampire to attempt a maneuver, but he knew time was of the essence. If he could not get her away from her future mate in time, he might very well be at both their mercies.

As he rose into the air he spoke, his voice clouding her mind, trying to lull her into his own cold embrace. The voice entered directly into her thoughts, trying to push past the savagery the werewolf had implanted there, to reach the rational human who was beneath it. It was a delicate balance, trying to bring sanity back to a beast once enraged, but Adrian was confident in his skills.

'Do not struggle woman, I am here as a savior, not as your enemy. We must get away before Kreuger can regain his footing, or we maybe both very well die at his hands.'

Her scream pierced the air at the sudden removal of the invading hardness that was buried deep within, his claws cut deep into flesh of her hips when he went flying into the air. Naturally she had no idea what was happening, all the focus she had was on the pain at this point. Hearing a voice, feeling herself being lifted into the air, changing more by the second, it was more than enough to drive anyone mad.

She tried to not struggle, tried hard to fight the change but it was already started. The struggles now were from the change, not fighting off this new ...threat?

He could see fear hidden behind the wolf eyes, telling him that she was still there. The long white hair was turning into white fur down along her back, elven ears formed into the lupine shape. Soon a long beautiful tail took on shape as more bones took their own shape, forcing her face to take on the beast formation. There was no intention that she wanted to attack this savior of hers, however, it was clear that she was wanting to run from. Confusion and fear were so clear in the beast eyes as she looked around, seeking escape now that the change is complete.

She could still feel the abuse of her attacker within her, even if all signs of it had healed, the scratches and bruises had cleared up. Finding no way of escape at this point, considering he had her in the air. Her ears went down and a deep low growl vibrated through her. Only thing for her to do now was wait, wait for the unknown, wait for a chance to run, wait till morning to go home....


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ooc ~ This is her wolf form, only with snow white fur, crystal eyes

The werewolf seemed to respond to his command, and so she was carried, easily enough from the battlefield. The strain of transport in mist form was difficult, but not beyond Adrian's capabilities, at least for the short time.

After they had gained significant distance from the wolf, Adrian lowered her to the forest floor, and then began to slowly coalesce once more. It was a difficult transition for him, made all that much more so by the strain of carrying a fully formed lupine with him, but over time it began to occur.

At first it began just in the general shape, like a form made of smoke, with blazing red eyes. After that it began to take shape, his finely honed aristocratic features becoming apparent, even as the fine lines of his nude formed from the ether. After this, his skin paled to its usual moonlight white, and then his clothing began to form over it, taking the shape of a stylish but slightly outdated nobleman's wardrobe. A black velvet jacket, breeches, knee high leather boots, and finely made cotton shirt made up the ensemble, completed by a finely made, almost ethereal cloak.

When he stood once more in his human state, he considered the beast before him, his red eyes narrowed with suspicion and curiosity at her. He took in every inch of her beast shape, noting the patterns of her fur, and the fine lines of her body beneath. On some level he supposed she was attractive, though a bit too bestial for his tastes. Too much like the wolves he often hunted. How odd to feel compelled to help one such as this, to aid them. For as long as he could recall, he had been in a perpetual state of ennui, and it had take this very particular young woman to shake him from it, to drive forth passions once forgotten.

There must be something very special about this one indeed.

He spoke to her, his tone low and calm, bereft of strong emotion or desire. Cool as a glacier, and just as hard.

"I do not know you child, but I have saved you from becoming that beast's property. To my way of thinking, it seems you owe me a favor. If you would like you may come with me, and we may together find some way to repay that favor. That, or you may continue on your own way, and risk falling into the Pack's clutches again. Kreuger has marked you now, and he will not rest until you are his again.

OOC: Adrian in vampire form. Yes, he's pretty much a straight up vampire lord, ala Castlevania, or D&D. Just wait until you see his manor

She had to admit the view from above was a sight to see. Her new eyes gave her a different perspective of the land and the world around it. She's climb to the top of trees before, but it doesn't compare to this sight. Even at night, under the full moon it was breath taking. The scent around her was far more intense than her elven scent could ever be, smelling the night air all that it had to offer. This mist that carried her had a distinct scent as well, she could tell it was more than just mist, a man scent. However, it wasn't like any man she's ever smelled before, this one was far older, it had history to it.

When he laid her on the ground she instinctively backed up, even tucking her tail under like any scared animal would do. She didn't know this form, didn't know its strengths or weakness, how to communicate.... As of right now, she was just a confused and scared pup in his eyes. She was transfixed on his transformation, watching him with very intent eyes. To her he looked like any other man, although, it was clear that he wasn't. She wasn't sure what he was, only heard stories of vampires and never having actual seen one. He did fit the description of the stories, the only difference was, he didn't appear to be scary like in the stories.

She shied away a little when he started looking over her beast form. She had the marks of where her tattoos are, tribal lines going down her ribs forming what looked like ravens. Over her left eye she had a tribal lightning mark. Under the white fur it appeared there was a light tint of purple skin. Her eyes had no real color, they were just like crystal orbs looking back at the man that saved her.

In the distance she heard the one that did this to her, his howl piercing the night sky, letting the world know his anger at what just happened. This only caused her to back up a little more, giving a slight whimper as if she's just been scolded. Naturally she'd know his howls and knew what they meant now, there was a split moment where she almost answered his call. Only to find herself holding back with reason.

Soon this man before her started speaking, it brought her attention back to him, trying to understand what all this meant. All she wanted to do was go home, leave this nightmare behind her. Kreuger has marked you now, and he will not rest until you are his again. kept repeating over and over in her head. She couldn't go home, not without risking him coming in and hurting them just to get to her. Nor did she know these woods, otherwise she wouldn't here facing this situation.

She kept looking at the man before her, then back to the distance where the howling kept coming from. It seemed like forever before she decided she was better off this man, least for now. Moved slowly towards, sniffing at his hand at first, then placing her head under it. As of right now, it was the only she knew how to communicate, knowing that's how animals come to accept humans. She was doing what came to her naturally in this beast frame of mind. Not knowing what else to do.

Her submissive posture earns Adrian approval, as he respondher motions by scratching her fur roughly, as one might a favorite pet. For Adrian, this was the proper state of affairs. All others, werewolf or human alike, were as cattle to him. It was proper then that they submitted to him. Of course, this particular beast may only have been doing so out of a desire to save her own hide, but that was appropriate too. Better to be seen as a savior, than a slave master.


After a moment of familiarizing himself with his surroundings, he spoke, gesturing towards to the east, where the woods began to thin, becoming more rocky, mountainous terrain. In the distance could just be glimpsed the high steeples of an ancient, well worn castle, almost a ruin, amidst the peaks of the mountains.

"My castle awaits Wolf. If we move with speed, we shall reach it easily before the dawn. Follow closely though, for this is beyond the Witching hour, and Krueger shall be on our trail."

His words spoke, Adrian began once more to change. He figure became clouded in darkness, his eyes blazing red once more. This time he did not become a cloud though, but rather something far more familar to the newly created werewolf.

He became a great dire wolf. He was huge and powerfully built, with thick shaggy black fur, and paws as large as dinner saucers. His bite could have cleaved her arm in half. He was, appropriately, a monster.

Without a word to her, he took off at a dead run, his massive paws turning up furrows of earh as he flew along the ground; moving at what for a human would have been unobtainable speeds.

He had reason for this speed though; he could hear the werewolves howling, and knew he needed to find shelter quickly, or face peril most dire.

With slight hesitation, she looked back towards the howling, it took everything she had to fight the urge to answer their calling. He might not have completed the claim of her, but she did have that small connection to him. All she could do was hope it'll pass in time, not wanting anything to do with her creator.

Her hesitation didn't last long, knowing if she lingered here too long, this one that saved her will be lost to her. It did take a few moments for her to get the feel of this form. He was pretty far ahead of her by this time, although after those few moments of running, the beast within took complete control. Within moments she had caught up to him, following right behind him, all other thoughts had disappeared as she ran. Never felt this good, this free in her life, running like this was something she could never describe. The faster and harder she ran to keep up with him, the more it freed the beast.

Adrian kept up a fast loping pace as they crossed the barrens separating his castle from the forests. As he had said before, there were many dangers about at night, even for a vampire or werewolf. He also noted with satisfaction that the newly made lycan kept pace without apparent difficulty, giving credit to her abilities. Across the centuries, Adrian had dealt with many of her kind, and he felt he had a strong appreciation for their abilities.

Individually, any werewolf could stand up against a vampire in combat. Even as an elder, all of his finesse and skills only gave him the slightest edge against the beasts. Their claws could cause damage he could not heal, and their strength was to his what he was to a mortal. More, they had a bloodthirsty, fearsome quality in combat. When roused, they could be vicious, terrifying enemies.

In times past, it had been the role of his race to take guardianship of the werewolves, focusing their abilities, and keeping them in check. Now though, his kind was becoming fewer, as the wolves began to grow stronger. In time, if a new balance was not found, the wolves would overwhelm their forests, and start preying on men in mass. When that occurred, they might very well leave the Earth a bloody wasteland.

Of course, it was in the interests of Adrian, and those like him to stop the wolves, but it seemed a feeble gesture. The only hope was to once again take guardianship of the wolves, and lead them against the most vicious of their number. This female might very well hold the key.

All of these thoughts coursed through Adrian's mind as he ran, swiftly and surely up the mountain pass, quickly reaching his sanctum.

The ancient castle stood before him, old but resolute. To the untrained eye it might seem like little more than a ruin, but the vampire lord knew better. This was his home, his place of residence.

Reassuming human form, he stepped up to the doorway, and spoke, his tone low but commanding.

"Open the gates Anthony. I have a guest."

It took a moment, but then the heavy portcullis began to raise, clearing the way for Adrian to open the main door, and gesture for his guest to enter before him.

"Enter freely, and leave in peace my dear. You will be safe here."

It amazed her at how far she ran and at the speed, showing no signs of it being a struggle for her. The howls in the distance had faded when they reached his castle. Most of her thoughts kept sneaking in during their journey, one of the many thoughts was wondering why this one decided to help her, wondering what he had to gain from it all. Why not just let the wolf claim her? Majority of the time, people don't do things without personal gain, least in her experience.

Despite unanswered questions, ones that may never be answered, he showing no threat and invited her to his place. She did have to admit that he wasn't a bad looking. Better than most the men she has seen in a while, she assumed part of her attraction to him was the mystery behind him. No matter how attracted she might be towards him, she will be cautious not knowing his intentions made her wary of the situation.

Although, she did enter passed the gates and cautiously walked inside, sniffing the air and soaking in her new surroundings. It was strange to her to see things from this perspective, to smell every little thing in the air. Even the subtle change of the sky on the way here intrigued her as the night was disappearing and morning began to wake up. It was still very early though, stars were disappearing little by little and the moon was in the distance, ready to disappear behind the horizon. No sign of the sun yet, but she knew it wouldn't be very much longer.

The inside was far more amazing than it appeared on the outside, not knowing what to expect judging by the outside. It was all old, but it gave the castle the character it had, and she fought the urge to go snooping around just yet. Not to mention, she had a very tiring day and night, full of emotions, fighting, running, and now this change, which she started to feel the subtle changes of the beast disappearing.

As they entered, an ancient servant appeared, wearing robes of deepest black. He moved without being asked, re locking the front door, and then standing waiting for the pair.

Adrian for his part took a moment to consider his guest, finally taking a moment to consider her beauty, even in this altered state. With his current hunger, her bestial state was all that more attractive for the vitality coursing through her veins, while a more analytical part of his mind considered the mysteries which her tattoos presented. He was deeply curious what they might mean.

That was, perhaps, a topic for another time though. As the night grew short, Adrian knew that he would need to feed, or risk weakness on rising the next night. It was an option to feed from his servant, but the thought was not appetizing, even in his current condition. Even feeding from the werewolf would be preferable...

"This castle is yours to explore as you wish. I am afraid I must leave you though. It approaches dawn, and I have not fed yet. With the lateness of the hour, and the efforts I have undertaken, I must feed as soon as possible. Otherwise, I will be too weak to defend us both tomorrow night..."

Pausing, Adrian took a moment to consider his new companion again, feeling a familiar hunger stirring within him. She would be most acceptable for feeding, if she was amenable to such a thing. Taking blood from an unwilling werewolf would be too foolhardy an act to even contemplate.

"Of course, if you were willing to part with a small measure of your lifeblood, it would save me the trip...I promise you, the sensation can be...quite remarkable."

Her ears went down a little at his suggestion, then seeing that look of hunger in his eyes, she just knew there was some sort of catch in all this. The feelings were so mixed right now, it was hard to tell if he was trapping her or not. After a moment or two of considering his 'request', she figured it was least she could do after all he has done so far. He didn't take to her in, or save her, or show kindness, yet he has.

She managed to force her feet to move and went towards him, not really sure what to do, or how to let him know she is willing. After looking in his eyes for a moment, she tilted her head to expose her neck for him. Part of her was holding onto the beasts form, not quite ready to be totally vulnerable towards him, but she could feel the struggle as a losing battle, it was be painful, although she didn't show signs of the pain. Most of her fur had turned back into her normal white hair. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the beast form and waited for him to accept her offered neck.

Her offer was immediately, but reluctantly given, and Adrian could see it in her eyes. On one level or another she was afraid of what this might mean, of the pain she might feel from it.

It was, perhaps, an understandable concern for one who had been embraced by a wolf. Their taking was a painful, agonizing experience. For them it could be sheer hell. A torture to be endured at the cost of a still more painful death.

For vampires, matters were very different. The vampire's bite was sheer ecstasy, a pleasure beyond all knowing, what Adrian had heard described, somewhat dramatically, as the kiss of death. It was an apt turn of phrase, for when a vampire fed from a human, he could sense them on a level to which no other comprehend. It was like a joining of the spirit.

Adrian himself had made women fall to their knees in ecstasy at his bite.

Hungry now, and thinking of past conquests, Adrian moved in, baring his fangs, ad he took the wolf into his arms, his hands rubbing across her soft, now white fur, as he took in the moment, holding her tenderly as he focussed upon her breathing, upon the moment to come. He kissed her neck tenderly, through her fur, leaving small damp places on the fur as he traced the line of her artery, looking for a place to enter.

When he found the sweet spot it was too much, and all at once he took her, his fangs embedding easily into the hollow of her throat. He groaned carnally in the moment, loving the sweet taste of blood as it began to flow, the pleasure of what he was doing. He felt connected to her now, he could sense her heartbeat, could feel her breathing. Within her, he could feel the heady strength of the wolf, and he felt some of that strength begin to flow into him.

Werewolf blood was a heady cocktail to his kind, and one he had rarely supped upon. It was too unpredictable as to what it could do to vampires. In some it brought forth an inhuman fury, while others found new closeness to humanity. In his case, he felt a deepening connection, and a bringing to the surface of thoughts long since forgotten, desires lost since his mortal days.

He found himself, oddly, becoming lustful for her. Her firm ripe breasts, the soft valley between her legs, those beautiful crystalline eyes...How odd given their different natures...And yet almost undeniable.

All at once, it was too much for him, and he broke the connection. These thoughts did not belong in a vampire lord's mind. Wolves were to be subjugated, not fraternized with.

Taking a moment to focus away from such carnal thoughts, Adrian focussed instead on his guest's needs. He spoke simply, and as coolly as he could manage.

"My servant will have prepared a room for you...You may adjourn to it when you wish. As you probably already know, I shall stay awake until the dawn, and after that I shall rest until dusk. My servant shall care for your needs until I awaken."

It was too much for her to handle, the feeling of his teeth sinking into the flesh was the breaking point of her focus. It surprised her she didn't feel pain from it, to her it was just a simple pinch. The act of his feeding was no help either, the feel of his breath against her flesh, the way his mouth sucked and licked at the fresh wounds. She couldn't focus on holding the beasts form any longer, by the time he pulled back and finished speaking, she was standing naked in her elven form.

Luckily her white hair covered most of her nakedness, taking her a moment or two of realizing he was finished feeding, leaving her a bit breathless. She did feel weakened by the loss of blood, topping off every thing else this night had to offer. She came close to dropping to her knees, but managed to stay standing.

When she did finally open her eyes, trying to register the words that were spoken, focusing on him while regaining her composure. It didn't seem to bother her in the moment that she was naked, could be that she was to weak to care, or the fact he has already seen her from when he rescued her. Either way, she didn't try to hide herself, it was clear that the fresh cool air was hitting her all the sudden as she began to shiver a little.

"Thank you for everything, M'Lord..."

As she stood there, closing her eyes again, focusing on her breathing and the racing heart beat, needing to regain some of the strength back.

"Krystyl... My name is Krystyl..."

She spoke quietly and without opening looking back up to him, unsure of what to do or where to go. She was cold, confused, hungry.. most importantly, standing naked in front of a complete stranger. For the moment her legs were frozen in place, her mind told her to move, but the body wasn't listening very well as the shock of everything took over.

He considers her now, fully transformed into her human shape. He takes in the curves of her body, feeling an automatic surge of lust at the appealing form before him. Doubtless an infatuation of the blood he imbided, but still a powerful urge to resist.

He considers the mark of her tattoos, once more considering their purpose, and almost asks, before she speaks, and silences such concerns. He can tell that the feeding has made he weak, and responds to her malady and nudity at once. Pulling the cloak from his shoulders, and wrapping it around her bare form. In her human shape, weakened as she is, it would be easy for Krystyl to catch ill, an idea he could not abide.

Moving up next to her, he allows her to lean softly against him as he speaks, softening his approach to her in light of her obvious weakness.

"Perhaps I should see you to your room myself. You look very tired..."

Moving down the main hallway, Adrian showed her through the various rooms of the castle, ascending up into one of the towers, to its highest room. Decorated in older times, this place was obviously intended as guest quarters for some famous noblewoman. The furnishings were ornate and beautiful, while the four poster bed was large enough for five or six to take up residence. Light was provided by lit candelabras, and a single window, whose curtain was currently drawn.

"In times past, the lord of the castle would have his guests situated based upon their rank among his peers. This room was reserved exclusively for women of a noble house, who sought a joining with his own. If you ring the bell, Adrian will come and provide whatever you require."

Smiling one of his rare smiles, Adrian took the young elve's hand, kissing it softly.

"Thank you for your help Krystyl, your lifeblood will sustain me well. Your werewolf gifts make it strong. You will come to appreciate that strength in the coming nights."

Krystyl accepted the comforts he had offered, no longer in the mind set to question things anymore, any and all fight she might have had was gone for now. She quietly follows his lead to the bedroom that was offered, smiling at the little story he told about it. Looking around and at this castle, she knew there were plenty of great stories that hid in these walls.

On the way she was able to get some focus back, being able to see things a little more clearly now. She blushed a little when he kissed her hand and then thanked her for the blood. Which, without a doubt, she could still feel his lips on her neck. She could tell that he felt something a bit more than he should have as well, fighting the same urges she felt.

"You are very welcome, it was the least I could do. I am glad that it helped you."

Taking another look around the room before she moved towards the bed and laid down, curling up in his cloak, finding it very comforting. She somehow found comfort in his scent, which was all over his cloak. Krystyl did intend on giving his cloak back and just use the blanket instead, but for some strange reason, it didn't happen that way.

"Do you have some food? I'm really hungry, it's been hours since I ate last."

Krystyl never took her eyes off of him, taking in all of him, his dark hair and mysterious eyes, the strange beauty of his pale skin. For reasons unknown, she felt some attraction towards him now that she really sees him. Shaking the feeling off and pushing it to the side for now, she really didn't want anymore distractions tonight, still trying to process everything else. Falling into these urges would just be another thing to process.

She laid on the bed now, wrapped in his cloak, beautiful, and enticing, with those strange markings, and her blue eyes. He was entranced by this, in a way he had not been for years, decades even. Vampires, even ones as humane as himself, had difficulty connecting with mortals. They were food, and little else. With her though, there was something different, something abstract that pulled at him. He felt an odd flush to his cheeks, a dampness to his hands.

All at once, she was speaking again, and he struggled to pull himself back into the moment, to understand what she was saying. It took an effort, but he managed to piece together what she wanted. Food, as it happened. That would be a problem easily rectified.

Reaching out with his mind, he found Anthony, performing his usual spotless cleaning of one of the rooms in the castle, and spoke to him, a whisper of a command that his long lived servant was compelled to follow.

Anthony, my guest is hungry, you shall bring her an assortment of food. You usual fare should do. Meat, and cheese, as perhaps some fruit. Oh, and a bottle of the chateau 32.

The command was given, and he felt Anthony give his assent. It would take a few moments, but he would do as requested. Blood bound servants were nothing if not loyal.

Opening his eyes from the moment of concentration it took, Adrian once again met Krystyl's gaze, admiring her beautiful eyes.

"Anthony is preparing something for you in the kitchen. It should be ready momentarily. He is an able servant, if a bit old."

Krystyl held his gaze for for a moment or two before sitting up against the pillows and wall, putting her knees up, giving him the option to sit next to her if he wanted to.

"You probably have a lot of a questions, I know I would."

She honestly didn't know if she was up to answering questions, but it at least made some kind of conversation, breaking the tension that was building between them. At least, that was her hope. She eventually slipped under the blanket, and was soon folding his cloak, placing it on the bed. It seemed like she was now attempting to hide herself a bit more, she knew it didn't matter much.

"Thank you for the use of the cloak, M'Lord"

Krystyl did manage to get one last sniff of the cloak when she took it off, savoring his scent. Now that she thought about it, that might be why she was trying hide herself, not wanting him to sense the desire she was feeling. Urges that she couldn't understand right now, after everything tonight, she had this desire. Once more she tried to shake the feeling off, finding it very difficult to believe that such lust would just come out like that. It felt like her body was just simply betraying her and needed to hide it.

"Why did you save me?"