Night of Shadows, Days of Light

Closed for La_Reina

His name was Vladimir Kozlo, born as Vladimir Nicolai Diklovich Kozlo the third. His story began when one evening he was bitten by a strange bat in the forest, the change was gradual. He realized that something was wrong the day that sunlight started to burn him, he fled from his family as he realized that he had become a dreaded vampirshky. Through the ages he moved around in his motherland of Russia, the only patriotic thing that he had ever done after his change was when he killed a Nazi created Werewolf.

When were wolves came to power, so did Vladimir, through the ages he had become quite adapt at killing weres. He only bought blood from blood blanks as he knew that was the good stuff, of course when needlessly attacked he fed on his attackers as well, given they were human. In this modern day and age it became easier for him as vampire to fit in and in America he was even much less of a name or a face.

Of course there was vampire hunters as well, but they stayed away from him as he was much too powerful for them to handle and he killed werewolves and he did not kill humans.

He was on the track of a pack of wolves who had fled into the woods, they have killed numerous people and he did not like that at all, it reflected bad on his record. But that was soon to end.

Malia growled at her Alpha, Jayne, as he once again reprimanded her in front of the pack. She rolled her eyes, but kept her mouth shut as he tore her a new one. It ended with her being on guard duty for the next week. Which meant she had to watch their lands for any stupid humans who couldn't read the fucking 'BEWARE DOGS' sign, hunters, very rarely vampire, and most often another pack trying to either take their land or take them out. With a snort he turned and walked away ending his verbal abuse of her character ... if accurate. Everyone waited for Malia to explode, but she merely counted and cracked her neck. She turned to the other wolves and knew her eyes were glowing with her rage. "Anyone want to wrestle?" One of the younger pups started to step forward, but an older wiser wolf held him back and shook his head no.

Malia sighed and plopped down in a chair to stew. She had no way of relieving the anger that was pouring off her. She overheard the wolf explaining to the pup that Maila wasn't beta because of her good looks. She was stronger than she looked, meaner, and would someday rule this pack. Everyone was waiting on Jayne's and Malia's fight for pack dominance or marriage. It was no secret that Jayne craved Malia. For awhile they were a force to be reckon with, but Jayne was too controlling in their relationship for Malia to be happy. Yes, she'll follow her Alpha anywhere, but if he got to pick the movie they were to watch every fucking night she knew she was going to bludgeon him to death with her blue ray player and she loved her blue ray. It would pain her for years for it to be broken.

Malia watched as the rest of the pack slowly dispersed to integrate themselves into the human community for a night of fun. She wanted to go down to the bar too, but had to watch the grounds and since it was just Malia the usual other guards on duty were relieved. She had to watch the whole 10 acres (or 10 football fields) by herself. The wind turned directions and blew over her. She smelled something unfamiliar and got up to investigate. Packs all over the US knew about Jayne's pack. They were the only pack that settled down and integrated into the human community to live. They were deep in the forest, had their own land, and mostly didn't bother the humans. Though if hunters or someone kept pestering them they ended up 'disappearing.' This didn't mean Jayne's pack didn't kill or eat humans it just meant that was less of an occurrence and very frowned upon. Being a were didn't mean you were rude or lost all control though that was hard with Malia. Sure many a pack thought they could come in and take out her pack, but they learned that just because they settled down didn't mean they were weak. Hell, Malia thought it was brilliant; her pack satisfying their human and wolf side. Hell, during the day she was a mechanic and a brilliant one at that. Her pack brought in over a million dollars a year which meant they could send their pups to children, had special surgeons on retainer, and could travel the world if one had an inclination. Everyone pitched in, everyone helped, no one brought shame to the pack or Malia would come after you.

As she ran Malia smiled. She loved she was used as the boogeyman. She had to admit she was scary when she wanted to be. More than one wolf had challenged her and she had taken them down. That didn't mean she didn't have her own scars. She just fought to the death every time. She was and still is Jayne's bitch. His dirty work was her favored past time. There were many a times she strolled into camp covered from head to toe in blood and threw a head, finger, or just stated they wouldn't be bothered anymore from whomever he sent her after. Hell, she was certain the reason was so rigid with her was he was afraid if he gave her leeway she might become a new serial killer which was crazy. She had self control ...right?

Malia stopped. She was at the border of her land. It was wolves. She followed their scent blending into the treeline. As long as they didn't step a paw onto her land she didn't give a fuck what they did.

Malia

Vladimir Kozlo

He could hear the other werewolves, but they were far away to his right, they did not bother him and they did not seem to be as crazy as this lot. They kept moving along a line, not crossing it, then in a slight clearing the attack came. Of course not the best idea to attack a vampire wielding high caliber pistols loaded with silver rounds. He flicked open his black trench coat and opened fire after drawing his pistols from their quick-draw holsters.

They fell dead or dieing all around him, ejecting the clips as they were spent, he slammed in fresh clips, but it was too slow, one were actually made it to him and started tearing at him, he blocked the attack, ducking and dodging the heavy claw-tupped swipes, just the second were he could not really handle and went down as they started to tear at him. He got one pistol angled enough and opened fire as the two went down he got both pistols free and started firing again. By the time the hammers clicked on empty there was one last wolf left. He drew a dagger and as she pounced on him he sunk the dagger directly into her heart, he went down under the impact, the damage done to him making him weak enough to be able to get free, the were blood seeping into his open wounds prevented them to heal. With a final effort he could get himself free enough to wriggle out from under the were and roll to rest under a tree.

Malia jumped as she heard gunfire. Only humans used guns. The stupid fucking weres were chasing a human and so close to their property. This wasn't going to bode well. Malia quickly made the decision and ran down the hill in the direction of the sounds and shortly after in the direction of the smell of blood. Man, if anything happened to their property it was going to be her ass, but she had to save the human and kill the stupid pups who thought they could feast so close to their home. Malia wasn't going to let anyone fuck up her home especially some new pack.

Malia slowly walked upon the scene. There were dead weres everywhere. It wasn't like the movies. If you're in wolf form and you get killed you don't change back into a human. You stay as a fucking wolf. She knew they were weres from the smell and also some of them were in the middle of changing back or hadn't completely changed as wolf. Wolves and humans don't usually huddle around eachother either. Whoever the human was he was fast.

Malia followed the long trail of blood to under a tree. She stopped short at the smell. Malia had never smelt this scent before. She walked closer and stopped seeing the gun. "So you're the human who's caused so much trouble? I think you've done a --" Malia stopped.

Something wasn't right. She growled low in her throat and before she could blink she kicked the gun out of his hand and had her foot pinning him to the ground. "What are you? What are you doing here?" She put more pressure on the gaping wound half caring that her jeans were gonna have blood stains on the hem.

Vladimir Kozlo

There was pain and words, he knew that somebody or something was hunched over him, but he had neither the strength or the energy to respond, either by words or by actions. If this was another were he was dead, yes the undead could die, mind you not easily, but they did die. Ashes to ashes and all that, the irony struck him, but he could not even laugh, chuckle or smile. His head lolled to the side as he lost consciousness, the void that held his soul eagerly sucked in his mind, leaving him adrift in the cold dark of pure nothingness.

For a while he wondered if he had died, but this did not feel right, he knew that if he was searched the silver weapons would be found on him, along with the vampire rune he carried, the newspaper clipping of the pack's killing and if his body was examined, he was sure that the pronounced fangs would identify him as the dreaded vampirshky and then he'd find his death without a soul he probably had nowhere to go anyway.

"Ah fuck!" Malia watched the man die on her. She patted his coat and found the silver bullets and groaned. "A were hunter. Fucking great. I'm supposed to leave you dead. You know that right?" Malia sighed. He was human after all. Someone was going to miss him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! This is BULLSHIT!" Her voice carried in the air and birds rose to the trees. She hefted him and jogged back to the pack's home.

But Malia wasn't going to the pack's home. She had her own place on property. She wasn't the only one who had their own home on the property. She was just too annoyed with people to stay in the main home at all times. Malia kicked opened her home and placed him on her bed. She took off his jacket and shoes. "Okay, human. You lost a lot of blood. So let's see whom do I call to let them know which hospital to get your dumb ass." Malia was on her cell phone typing in 9-1-1 when she saw the rune. She froze and hung up the phone before the call could be made. She went to the man's mouth and opened it. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! A vamipre werehunter? Is that even a real thing?!"

Malia wanted to roar and growl, but knew that would bring the pack wondering what was wrong with her. She brought a vampire onto their property. Okay, well he was dying. So just let him die. But, what if there was more? Maybe they could get information from him? Was her pack in danger? She needed information and this thing had the answers. She growled low in her throat as she grazed her neck with her nail. The cut stung but she placed her neck at his throat. At first she thought it wasn't working, but she felt a sucking that was soft and annoying, but grew stronger and stronger. Something about it made her eyes roll backwards and sent a strange feeling through her.

Before he could get too strong she pulled back and wrapped her neck with cloth to stop the bleeding. "Before I send you back to hell tell me what you know? Why are you here? Are there more like you? Is my pack in danger?"

Vladimir Kozlo

Blood, the smell drew him from the darkness, its taste brought new life to his old limbs, it was not completely human, but for now it would save him. His eyes snapped open when the source pulled away from him, he had no power to prevent it from leaving, but then suddenly he realized that he could not have drunken more anyway. The questions flooded over him and for a moment he could not understand the language, then it came back to him. He licked the remaining blood from his lips.

"What I know?"

He laughed hoarsely,

"I know enough...to bring you to shame young wolf...But I will tell you this...I did not come here to hunt you...In fact I did not even know you were here...until I came within range..."

He fell back against the cushions,

"There is no other like me...here...just humans that hunt..."

He smiled wanly,

"Since you want to kill me...do it now...I prefer it than to roast in the...sun."

He coughed up some blood, good he was healing, slowly, but healing, his ribs was busy to move out of his lung and that would make him breathe easier.

Malia wanted to shake him. Patience wasn't her strong point. Finally he spoke; repeating her question and she was ready to throttle him. His laugh did send a shiver down her spine and she was starting to hate that particular feeling. "Young? I should," Malia took in a deep breath. "And now that you know we are here you are going to hunt us down?"

Though since he confessed he was the only one, human or vampire, in this vicinity who would come hunting them it was safe to kill him. "I assume there will be no one to miss you then." Malia took a knife from her boot and twirled it. "You better not explode like that tv show or I'm going to be so pissed." Malia's hand came down and his hand clamped down on her wrist stopping her short. He moved her hand towards the center of his chest.

"Heart. Here."

Malia was stunned. He had stopped her cold. No one, human or beast, had been ever to just stop her in motion. He must be strong, but she was sure she could take him. He was definitely a challenge. Besides there was one of him. If he was too much she would get the pack to kill him. Malia stepped back and let him rest.

Vladimir Kozlo

Her words brought that old darkness back, the loss of everything he knew,

"No body that...will miss me...just vampire...hunters."

He wanted to laugh at her thinking that he would explode, as far as he knew he would burn, but metals will do no good, it had to be wood. He stopped her hand and brought it to his heart, no harm in trying was there? Not like he had anything to live for anyway. Just the same old thing, hunt weres and kill them, get hunted and move. He was tired of this shit.

"Heart.Here."

He watched her step away and before she could leave he spoke up,

"I will only hunt those that kill senselessly, do you kill senselessly Wolf?"

"Only when I'm pissed off." Malia closed the door.

Malia locked up her home. She put on the sensors to alert her of any movement outside and inside her house. She wasn't sure about the sun thing, but knew her room would be dark in the few hours when the sun rose. Malia wasn't an early riser and many people have faced her wrath when trying to rouse her before noon. Malia checked the boundaries and left the were's body, all for the ones that turned human those she buried, where the vamp had left them. They would make good warnings for anyone else who thought to fuck with her pack.

Malia checked her phone. Her place was just as she left it. Malia was heading back to the camp when Nathaniel stopped her. They were just bullshitting and Malia was being her normal bitchy self. That was when her phone went off. Malia glanced and knew one of her sensors had been tripped. Malia continued her conversation as though nothing had happened before she excused herself.

Heading to her house Jayne stopped her. What the fuck?! Instead Malia gave a curt nod. He was relieving her for the night. "Malia. There were talks in town of a pack of wild large dogs had come this way into the woods. Heard anything."

"Smelt more like. They've been taken care of."

Jane looked like he wanted to press for more, but he knew Malia. If she wanted to say more she would have. "You're excused."

Malia gave another curt nod and finally made it to her home. The outside looked undisturbed, but she was ready for anything.

Vladimir Kozlo

He crept out of bed, his legs not really wanted to support his weight. He moved cautiously to on of the arm chairs and sank down, so godamned weak. He needed blood, loads of it. He heard the clicking of electronics and realized that he had tripped an alarm, he stayed where he was, if the were came in here ready to finish him off, he could at least try and defend himself.

He listened and waited, then he finally heard the stalking footsteps, clearly she did not know that he needed blood to regain his strength, he was undead, not able to produce his own blood, well apart if you want to call that black goo that pumped through his veins blood.

First he wondered what kept her so long, maybe it was the other wolf, he could smell it, so it must've been here. Curious. He leaned back into the chair and awaited what the were was bringing.

Malia opened her door, the beginning rays of light shadowing her before she closed it. No one would expect her til noon so she was safe for now. She took two steps and in the dark was the vamp sitting comfortably in her chair. Malia stopped in mid stride and turned to him. "What are you doing up?"

She slowly approached him and recognized the signs. She was a predator and she knew a hungry look when she saw one. Though she was used to the look being more sexual. "I gave you blood earlier." It was a statement. She hadn't given him enough and she wasn't sure she was going to give him more. But he will die. So be it. Than she'll have to explain about a dead vamp in her house. Do they sparkle and disintegrate? She didn't know. He better not turn into ash and dirty her house. Okay, so she gives him more blood. She was a were and knew her body could replenish it quickly much faster than a human.

"Fine. A little bit more, but you try to drain me dry or brain wash me and I'll break your fucking neck." Malia stepped closer. "Mother fucker," she said to herself trying to figure out a position. Sitting in the chair she rolled her eyes and sat on his lap. She moved her hair and craned her neck so he had access. Before he could sink his teeth in. "I'm fucking serious. No crazy shit or your ass is mine." Malia braced for the first bit of pain made by his teeth.

Vladimir Kozlo

He found her amusing to say the least, did she not know that vampires could not drink too much were-blood? It killed them, just as good as a wooden steak to the heart, of course he still had a way to go to his limit and that blood pumping so strongly through her veins called to all his senses. Her human form was not too bad looking, so the thrill from feeding would not be taken away.

He was silent, then moved his hands, resting his cold skin on her hot skin, tilting her head slightly and then baring his fangs he sank his teeth into her neck. Her blood was rich and tasty, it ran down his throat and he could feel the energy and power returning to his limbs. A pity about were-blood, he could do with that power now to heal properly.

He finally pulled his mouth from her neck, releasing her head and turned his face away, cleaning his lips and swallowing the last of her blood, then he turned his head back to her, his voice hoarse and almost a bit too cold,

"Why? Why did you not just leave me to die among the other weres? Why did you not kill me after I gave you the information you needed?"

His hands were cold. So cold. She was used to always being near 105 degrees at all time so feeling something so freaking cold on her body made her shiver. She didn't really feel pain, but the rush was different. It was like someone sucking on your neck when they're making out except you could feel well your blood being sucked out. She didn't want to equate this sensation to anything sexual so she counted to 120. If he wasn't done by then she would make sure he damn well was.

At 110 he pulled back on his own. Malia stood up and felt a wave of dizziness. She stayed there until it passed not daring to show weakness other than the fact that she never did. She went into the bedroom and put toilet paper on her wound knowing it'll heal in a few moments. Malia wasn't going to answer him at first, but he did deserve to know her reasons though she didn't think he would like them. "You're a challenge. The first real thing that MIGHT be able to beat me hand to hand in a fair fight. You hunt us. I hunt you. Simple really. I want to see who is better. Me or you."

Malia wiped her neck. The puncture wounds were closed and she balled the toilet paper up and threw it in a nearby trash can. "I can't kill you if you're not at full peak. We'll work out the details. Go to sleep. It's almost daylight. The spare bedroom is in there and no one should come a knocking. Just keep the curtains close and you won't fry."

Vladimir Kozlo

So she wanted to grow him strong and then kill him, the irony of the situation brought a smile to his lips. She would not be the first were to take him on and sadly she will follow the same route as those who did think themselves equal to the task. He slowly got to his feet, he needed blood, more were blood would not work for him,

"Maybe you would then want to get me better blood, not that I am disrespectful, nor unthankful, but your blood will not sustain me. I buy my blood from blood banks, I have money for you to do this."

He straitened out, looking down at her,

"I will rest, but soon I will hunger as healing burns up the sustenance I take."

He moved into the room she indicated, flowed much more like, he felt that he was stronger for now, but nowhere where he was when he tracked that pack of wolves.

"Better blo-?" As he explained Malia nodded. So he couldn't feed off of her. She heard rumors about that, but wasn't entirely sure if they were true or not. Hell, vampires were supposed to be long dead and over with. They didn't form a strong pack like the wolves and when they did have a coven they killed off their food supply. Vampires were supposed to be extinct because of stupidity, but here she had one in her house right now.

"Tonight I'll take you to wherever so you can buy your blood. I'm not touching that stuff." Malia watched him move. "Also I strongly suggest not going out. I don't know what happens in the sunlight to you, but my pack will be out there and 400 (not exactly the truth, but he didn't need to know how many there were of them) strong will rip you to shreds. Especially in this weak condition. My house is also monitored so please try not to move about or the alarms will go off, I'll get cranky, and probably stake you for waking me up."

Malia went into her room and changed the sheets. She laid down and drifted off. Pounding on her door woke her up. She groaned and went to her front door feeling as if she had just went to sleep. The sun was barely up as she looked at Jayne. "Wha-?"

"We have a problem?" Malia waited. She knew he wanted her to ask what, but that was stupid. He knew she wanted to know what. Jayne waited another heartbeat before he spoke. "We have a vampire in our midst."

"WHAT?!"

"Yes, come to the meeting. We'll need to talk. Everyone." Malia closed the door, locking up, as she followed Jayne. The pack meeting was of all the heads and discussing all they knew of a vampire. A few hours ago a woman had her throat torn out and then a man ran away from the scene. The towns people thought it was a serial killer, but the weres knew it was a vampire. Malia was curious as she thought she had the only vampire in town and she was sure he hadn't escaped from her house ... or had he?

"... So let's find this sparkly fuck and kill him!" There were cheers after Jayne's words. Malia had a bigger problem. Her vampire was innocent. There was another in the area, but how do you prove it? Especially without getting herself in trouble? Hell, now they were going to amp up security how did she get the dead fuck out of her house without raising suspicion. Fuck a duck.

Vladimir Kozlo

What would be seen as sleep would not work for the vampire, sleep brought memories, so from an early age he had learned to meditate rather. The rest he got through that was actually better than centuries worth of sleep. It was in this meditative state that he sensed something was wrong, not the fact that he was deadly wounded and in the lair of weres. Another Vampire have moved into the range of his senses, a young changeling. Stupid, but very powerful, all raw energy until he learns how to control it. With a sigh he opened his eyes, he knew that it was still daylight, but he needed blood. Real blood. Sucking on his teeth he stared up at the ceiling, he was to weak to use any of his powers, otherwise he could have escaped. Did this were actually know not to make him too strong? Did she not know that werewolves were created and not just came to be? He had studied the history of vampyrs and was amazed when he found that the inate mastery of wild animals were because vampires created weres and mastered over them. How the vampires lost control was unknown, but he had many a time think about it and wondered if he should not one day try to master a werewolf...he shrugged, not that it mattered now.

Malia returned to her home. The sun would settle in a few minutes, but she didn't have time for that. She went into the guest room and watched him sleep. It looked like sleep to her, except his chest didn't move. Did he not breathe? Was he really dead? A small twitch and she knew he was still alive, but was he stronger? He did say her blood was a poor substitute. She figured he still wasn't at full potential yet.

"Hey, uh," did he give her a name. If he did she promptly forgot it. "Dead fucker. Wake up. We need to talk." He didn't stir. Malia lashed out with her foot kicking him gently for her in his arm. "I said wake up oh so help me I'll just stake your ass and not have to worry about the big fucking problem I just got myself into helping your ass."

Vladimir Kozlo

Without opening his eyes he spoke, his voice still low and gravelly,

"You wish to talk about the other vampire who had moved into town."

He sighed and opened his eyes, then looked up at her,

"I sensed him, he doesn't even know I'm here. He's a fledgeling, young, dumb and strong. A threat even to a werewolf."

He sat up and ran his hand over the spot where she had kicked him,

"Getting over excited? I can't use any of my powers as the blood that I have in my system is not enough. If you wish to have me leave here I will need at least two pints of human blood. I can lead you to the fledgeling, you can mark him, lead a group of your bretheren to him and destroy him."

He grinned suddenly, displaying his now retracted fangs,

"It should be fun to watch."

Malia didn't like how he just knew things. She was about to get into his ass when he explained he could 'sense' him. "Whoa, wait, stop. You can sense other vampires? Is this like ..." Malia trailed off. She could not come up with a good metaphor on how that would work. It was bewildering and yet very informative. She ignored his little 'threat to a werewolf' comment. Nothing had been a threat to her for a very long time. Not even him being in her home was a threat.

"What powers do you have? You can fly?!" She smiled thinking that was silly, but still waiting for him to fill her in on his powers. If any pose a threat to herself or her pack she'll stake him here and now in his weakened state. Though the thought of him leading her to the newbie vampire sounded fun. She wasn't going to mark him and come back for him later. No, she'll deal with him herself like she did for any threat against her pack.

"Okay. I'll sneak you out the back. No funny shit. I have your scent and will be able to track you anywhere. I will find you and hurt you before killing you if you fuck with me. We'll go to a blood bank and get blood legitimately for you to feed. Than we'll find the new vampire and I'll take care of him." Malia smiled at the thought and the joy of finally getting to use her full strength in over 2 weeks. "First I just have to let Jayne know what's going on."

Vladimir Kozlo

"Yes I can sense other vampires, it is like picking up a scent. You know all that you need to know of the one who gave the scent. I pick them up mentally, it is something you learn, I can learn power, age, race and hunger. He is very hungry and I will still warn you NOT to deal with him alone, but I can see in your eyes that you are hell-bent on facing him alone. In raw strength he is three times more powerful than me. You can judge frome there."

He coughed and wiped the blood away,

"At peak my powers consist of flight yes, but not the flight you think. I can transform into various beasts, I can command several wild beasts, I can command wind and fog, hell I can even turn into mist and that is how I intended to get away from here with enough blood. Also when my trans mutation is done I will be able to walk in sunlight. A thing only the eldest of vampires ever did. If you want, I can explain how it works."

So that's how vampires keep track of eachother. They always wondered how they did that. Malia knew how the pack did it. With scent and well something akin to magic, but that was not for this vampire to know. Malia snorted at his warning. She was strong. Very strong and if this new slug, derogatory term weres have for vamps, is only 3x's as strong as the one in front of her than she was mistaken on how strong this vampire was. They would be easy pickings.

Malia cocked her head slightly. "You can control wild beasts. Like what?" Malia's voice became very cool and controlled. "What sort of beasts can you control, in what way, and how?" The transforming thing seemed to her like a bitch move. Like if you were getting your ass whooped you would transforms to get away and it seemed the vampire was either exxagerating or had too many powers and she would have to let her Alpha know this, but first. "What beasts exactly?"

Vladimir Kozlo

He smiled grimly at her,

"You do not fully appreciate the power of a fledgeling I see, well it's your funeral then if you wish to take on this one hand-to-claw, I have warned you twice now."

He shifted his seat and sighed,

"Rats, bats, insects, cats, dogs...stupid creatures"

He kept his eyes and face blank, if she wanted to know about the control vampires had over weres she would have figure that one out for herself, he did not even know exactly how it worked, because it did not work like the normal control over beasts.

"How I control them would be almost like how I sensed the fledgeling. Only I can just sense him when I'm in the meditative state you found me, animals I can sense when I'm awake like I am now. If you want I can tell you exactly how many insects you have crawling around, but in the state that I'm in, my radius of sense is somewhat limited. I command them by focusing on them and calling them to me and once they get close enough I can order them to do my will."

He sighed after the speech, it was a bit tiring, but then again, it was her fault that he was still functioning...or would that be thanks to her? He pondered this, almost forgetting that she was in the room with him.

Malia snorted again at his warning. She could handle herself. She was sure of it. She hadn't met a foe yet that could out do her and she was sure as hell that some vampire's equal to a pup could hurt her. "Look vampire. I may seem young, but old in my years. I might not live a billion years like you, but I've been around for more than a century." She smiled letting that information sink in.

"Can you still vaporize yourself? If so do so and meet me at the blood bank. You'll ... fuel up. I have some things I need to take care of here and then we'll find your little serial killer and I get to match my skills against your little slug." Malia smiled and her canines were sharp and suddenly she looked like a predator. Her eyes darken, her head tilted forward slightly and her hair fell forward concealing her face a little.

Vladimir Kozlo

He chuckled at her, it was funny how arrogant the youth were, but then again it was where he was all those years ago.

"Then perhaps you should listen to those who has been around longer than a century."

He shook his head, weres just were not the sanest, but here he was stuck, hell he was dependent on her for now.

"If I could have turned myself into mist, I would have left hours ago. I am too weak, I can not do anything much than talk, walk and heal from what nourishment I do get in."

He got to his feet and a slight wave of dizziness overcame him, he rested the tips of his fingers on the bed to steady himself and then when it passed he straightened up.

"So what is the plan? Let me stay here while you finish your...rounds and then try to sneak out?"