Night of Shadows, Days of Light

[DeathsKnight]

Vladimir Koslo

He sighed in irritation.

"I owe you nothing wolf. I will answer what I wish and you can not force me..."

Suddenly he doubled over, grunting in pain as he held his stomach, then without warning he coughed up blood. First this puzzled him, but the pain lancing through his body kept his mind from operating. He fell to his knees, weakly trying to focus his mind, then he picked it up. Magic from outside, from the feel of it Voudoun. Another convulsion ripped through his body and he threw up blood. Whatever the person was doing, he or she knew just how to hurt him, he growled his frustration and slumped to the floor.

"She...she is stronger..."

He coughed weakly, blood dripping from his mouth as he looked up at her.

"She is two centuries...older than me..."

Some Hunter had found his liar, this much was obvious,

"Silly humans."

With that he slumped into the pool of blood and blacked out.

 

[La_Reina]

Malia rolled her eyes. "Just fucking tell me!"

Than he seemed to get sick. He grabbed his stomach and leaned over. Malia took a step back thinking he was going to hurl. She was kinda right, but it was stomach acid and bad food. Or maybe it was. He was a vampire after all. The blood was a tad unsightly, but she was a wolf and was used to blood. Though she wished he would just hurl it all up and finish with their conversation. She waited after he threw up and squatted.

"Done?" But he still looked like he was in pain. Not just ill, but literally in some sort of pain. Malia's brow furrowed. What the fuck was going on here?

"She? She who? Dammit," Malia walked through the blood and grabbed his lapels. He was heavy, but anger made her stronger as she lifted him to eye level. "What the fuck is happening?" But he was out cold. Malia shook him, but there was no waking him. "FUCK!"

There was a pounding at the door. Fuck! Malia carried him fireman style to his room and dropped him on the bed. She didn't even try to straighten him just let him lay where he landed. She doubled checked the drapes and everything making sure no sunlight came in when she went to her door where the pounding had started to get frantic.

She flung open the door, "What?!"

"We heard you screaming? Are you okay in there?" There was a sniff followed by, "Is that blood I smell?"

Malia smiled. "I like it rough." She slammed the door in the face of one who first looked surprised than surprised as they thought Malia was some sort of Sadist or Masochist. She stared at the blood and groaned. She would have to clean this shit up and what the fuck was up with Drake?

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vladimir Koslo

In his trance he visited his lair, from the look of things it was not a local Hunter which had found it, by the clothing style and the talismans he was a well-organized vampire killing machine. This angered him, did they not understand? There was so few of them left and those left just tried to survive. The symbols on the ground kept him from getting too close, but sign on the back of the man's jacket got his attention.

It was old, a sign of the first human to hunt the first powerful vampire, the ancient cult that formed through that man's vision, the people of Helsing. He withdrew, he still had a few liars left, none this close, as he watched the man plunged a needle into a doll and he woke with a start, thrashing and landing on the ground as the pain ripped through his dead heart. He gasped and clutched his chest, he had protection, but could not focus, he was too weak. He fumbled fir the little book, but it fell from his hand and another jab of pain made him grunt in pain.

 

[La_Reina]

Malia had just finished cleaning up the mess when she heard a thump. She got up and put up her supplies. She washed her hands the smell of cleaning supplies overpowering her and giving her a slight headache. She emerged from her bathroom and headed to the room she had left Drake in. She heard him grunt and she arched a brow as she opened the door.

What the fuck was going on? He seemed to be in the throes of pain and she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. Malia slowly walked up to him. "Drake? Are you there? Are you ... going feral on me?" That's the closest she could come to describe what was happening. She leaned forward and picked up a book. She was looking it over when his hand clamped on hers, her fingers touching the book.

"Dude? I'm real closed to staking your ass. You're freaking me out. You have one more chance to explain before you become dust in the wind."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vladimir Koslo

Feral? Did he look like an animal to her? For a moment the pain subsided and he could think straight. He realized why the hunter was doing this, he thought that if he hurt Vlad bad enough, he would go back to his lair to confront him. That meant that it was a trap. Vlad dropped his hand, and rolled onto his back.

"There is a Hunter in my liar, he had made a Voudoun charm out of what he had found of me there. Nails, hair and DNA. He is stabbing it with needles, the pain is intensified and sent back to me. I think that he wants me to go back there, so there is more than one..."

Pain lanced again through his stomach and he winched, when the pain finally subsided he laid there gasping for breath,

"In the book is a protection spell."

 

[La_Reina]

"A ...what?! In your ...what?! Made a what?!" Malia was understanding nothing this man was saying. She watched him grimace in pain once more and she felt the beginnings of adrenaline course through her body.

"Okay so ... what?!" Again he was saying something in jibberish to her brain. All she knew was he wanted the book. She was trying to give it to him. "Here, take it."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vladimir Kozlo

He rolled around on the ground again as the pain rushed through his form. Oh this will not do, he did not enjoy this and he would make sure that the bloody bastard who was doing this to him. When the pain finally subsided enough, he took the book, flipped it open and started to chant. The blood which was still evident suddenly rose into the air and just as the pain in his brain started the blood flowed up against him and soaked into his skin. Still panting from the pain, he got to his feet, swaying slightly.

"Let me put it in words that you may understand. There is Hunter in my den, using dark magic to harm me."

He coughed and cleared his throat,

"It is a way to draw me out and it should be a group of hunters that would be lieing in wait for me. Their first mistake was to try and lure me out."

He looked as sunlight touched the drapes and sighed,

"But they will have to wait. I can't go anywhere now."

 

[La_Reina]

Malia watched the magic in silence. What else could this vampire do, she thought as he slowly returned to his feet and came at her. Malia gave a subtle change in stance which showed she was cautious of him. If he tried to hit her she would be able to fight and defend herself more easily than the other position she was in.

Drake dumbed it down for her and Malia laughed. "Really? Wow. Sucks to be you slug." No one was hunting weres. People believed in vampires, but not in werewolves. Funny thing really, but one that worked to her people's advantage.

"You want me to go take them out for you? Or would that be doing your bidding in the day time like that fucking book?" Malia started to turn away. "Clean up this mess. And try not to die. You and I have unfinished business."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vladimir Kozlo

"Typical."

He said nothing as he went about the business of cleaning up the lost blood. When he was done, he found the darkest corner he could find and rested. He kept track of her movements and the wolves around them. Whenever she came near he would open his eyes and glare at her. He refused to answer any answers or even rise to her jabs. When he was strong enough again, he would show her just how weak their kind actually were. But for now he rested and waited. It was near sun set, when he rose to his feet and started to check his weapons. He was leaving, even if he had to take on the whole pack of this stinking, murderous, barbaric dogs. She came when she heard him check the weapons, just like he knew she would, he looked at her.

"I am going to kill those bastards, if you want to keep me here, your best option will be to tag along and perhaps I'll come back with you."

 

[La_Reina]

Malia was dumbfounded over what she had witnessed. This was all too new for her. First vampires than hunters than magic? What next fucking fairies? Malia wasn't sure what all this was and her new book didn't help. It only told her about vampires. Which Malia was still angry about. If Drake even dared to try and make one of her family members do his fucking bidding she'll stab the fucker in the heart without question.

With that thought Malia had more questions, but Drake was on his period. He wasn't answering anything and she still had a shit load of questions. Like what he meant that her blood had tainted him? What did it do? It didn't take long for her to get frustrated and leave. She threatened to open the curtains and did a little bit not enough for the light to reach him, but he simplied glared at her.

"Fine, be a cunt." Those were the last words she said to him as she stormed out of her house. Now it was getting dark and she returned to find him checking his weapons and seemingly preparing for war. He finally spoke to her and Malia wanted to tell him to fuck off, buuuuut the thought of humans doing this shit got the best of her. She jumped up ontop of the dresser with grace and ease and sat down. "Sure only if you answer some questions. Like what did my blood do to you exactly?"

She swung her legs looking like a child for a moment there. That was until you remembered she was a few centuries too old and mean as hell. "Can I eat these humans?"

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vladimir Kozlo

He sighed, they just had to make the dogs smart enough to be able to ask questions.

"Your blood carries a "curse", it is an enzyme that should not be there. When you fed me your blood, I absorbed that enzyme and now I am bound to the law of your "curse" or until I can settle down again and heal enough to expell that shit out of my system."

He closed his coat and cocked an eyebrow at her,

"Eat them? Even you do not have that big an appetite, but if you wish to dine on their hearts and livers I will not stop you. Just know one thing, if you attack them, you will be tagged as a were and soon you will have Were-hunters knocking on your door. So best would be for me to do the killing, I am a hunted breed anyway..."

He paused in thought,

"I wonder if the fledgeling have fed, if he had we may have thralls on our hands and thralls without masters can become dangerous to humans."

He frowned,

"Not that I care about humans, I just don't want my food supply endangered."

It was a lie of course, but she didn't have to know that he had some compassion.

 

[La_Reina]

"Ah the curse. Didn't think I could pass it. Opps," Malia smiled. She didn't look the least bit apologetic as she continued watching him. Hell, at least he could cure herself. She had to find the 'match to her own,' bullshit. What the fuck did that even mean? She didn't think a vampire would need so many weapons. Shouldn't they just use their speed and hands. Sigh. She missed the good old days when you fought with just your bare knuckles. Though back then men wouldn't fight a woman. Fuckers!

"Naw. I'm not hungry just thought I'll help, but if you want me to stand back and bear witness to your destruction ... I might pass on that as well." She flicked imaginary lint off her pants. "Buuut I do have more questions like what the fuck is a thrall?" She was learning more and more about the musty death smellers. Seriously moth balls with a slight tinge of musty was what vampires smelled like. You would have never guessed unless you were up close to one and right now this room smelled like it badly. She would have to Mr. Clean this bitch up.

His off comment made Malia look up. "Oh yeah right," she caught that lie easily enough. "So you gonna vapor out. It'll be easier than me having to rub all over you again and walk your dead ass out. Or will that use too much of your never ending supply of strength." Yes she was being slightly sarcastic and bitchy, but that was Malia.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vladimir Kozlo

He peeked through a curtain, a stray sunlight caught his face and when he turned to her a red burn ran from his hairline to his neck, he rubbed the burn and already it was healing.

"Thrall, one that has been fed on, but not killed. They will become slaves to the one who bit them."

He smirked at her,

"Page 58 line ten in your new book about vampyrs."

He stood with his back to her, waiting for the sun to set.

"If you wish to go with me and mask my smell, it will be a help. If not..."

He shrugged, indicating that he had his ways

 

[La_Reina]

Malia looked at his face trying to stifle the laughter. His face was so serious, but that burn mark made him look less so. Such an angry man to be taken down by the sun. Malia busied herself with removing more lint from her pants. When she was sure she wouldn't laugh she looked back at Drake. The mark was gone. Dammit she missed the healing.

"Page what..." Malia lifted one ass cheek up to grab the book and began reading. "So it does. How do you know that? You write it?" At this point she wouldn't be surprised if he did.

She glanced at him and smiled. "You have a hard time asking for help don't cha? Or do you just like me rubbing up against you? I'll only rub against you, because I want to watch you kill these humans and this time I get to stand back and watch." And learn and figure out how to kill you bastards. Words she thought, but didn't speak.

Malia hopped down and hugged Drake tightly. She moved her head over his neck, chest, back, and she had to pull him to the bed so she could straddle him and rub her body over his face and hair. She sniffed him, but either the smell in the room was throwing her off or he really did smell potent death. Malia rubbed some more and was wondering if it was the clothes he read. She pulled him on top of her and kissed him. Why, because he was a vampire and she was curious. Because all this rubbing was arousing her and she was getting grouchy with no release and because she damn well could.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vladimir Kozlo

"Actually yes, I did write it."

He had to keep himself from rolling her eyes, he did not need her to mask his smell, he had his own ways to disappear into the night. But when she started rubbing up against him, he remained a silent as he could. Then something about her movements changed, a subtle smell to her. Was she actually liking this? She who complained and acted all bitchy about him being what he is and her...

The kiss truly shocked him, that he did not expect, but he did not hesitate to kiss her back. He could not remember when last he had kissed a woman, though this was a werewolf and not an ideal partner, he had to admit, she tasted good. He kissed her deeper, pulling her slightly closer to him. Then a tingling at the back of his scalp warned him that his shield was fading. He loathed to do it, but he had to pull away from her.

"I need to move and move now, my shield is fading."

He moved to her door, openened it and allowed the cool air to clear his head, the smell and feelings of the were threatening to overwhelm his rational mind, but for now he had to hunt and kill.

 

[La_Reina]

Malia blinked. So he did write the book. Well that fucking figures. Fucking dead bastards. Still the book was useful and maybe she could find another book that would help her figure out the slugs. "Isn't that like against your kind's code or something. I've seen enough movies to know they probably didn't like you divulging this sort of information."

Everything was going fine. She was just trying to mask his smell when he pulled back. Malia felt smacked. She had never been rebuffed before and she hadn't meant to truly kiss him. Okay, she did. She was curious, but still .. wow. It seemed everything was one sided. She waved him away.

"Go ahead. I changed my mind." She couldn't go out on a hunt like this. Something was up with her. She felt... inflamed. Hornier than ever. She must be in heat, but it shouldn't have happened for at least a few more days. "Go," she growled at him as her body demanded relief. It came so hard she ripped the sheets on the bed; her nails cutting them as she slowly brought her hands to her body.

Malia got up and moved so quickly she wasn't sure if Drake was still in her home. It didn't matter. There was only one person safe enough for her to have carnal relations with. For some reason she never infected him when they did things, but at the moment Malia wasn't thinking of that. He wasn't far having that sixth sense about her. Jayne turned and Malia slammed her lips against his. He picked her up and slammed her against the side of the house. "Take me," she growled and Jayne gave a little manly chuckled and disappeared with her in the main house.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vladimir Kozlo

He watched her as she practically threw herself at the Alpha. How curious, but then again they were animals, wolves. He sniffed his arm where she rubbed against him, she did smell good, tasted not too bad either. He turned and slipped into the shadows, he had more things to worry about than a horny wolf. He slipped past their sentries and ran through the woods, the lair was a secret and he had to get her scent off of him if he really wanted to keep it that way. He stopped on the bank of a small river, you know the stories of vampires being unable to cross running water? Bullshit. He dove in and swam across, allowing the current to move him down the river, he got out at a rocky outcrop and sniffed, yes her smell had washed off. He sat there for a few minutes, then he was off.

Most people believed that a vampire's coffin will be in a dark, musty place, but why would you want to violate your hyper senses with that smell, when there is so much better smells around? He stopped at the perimeter of the little log cabin he had build between the pines. Fresh smell and it did not mask the smell of his hunters, nor did it muffle the sound of their heartbeats. He climbed into a tree and waited, again that tingle and he could feel a dull ache starting in his left eye. Then a crash from the cabin and a man swearing,

"What the fuck? That blood sucking motherfucker should have been her by now."

"Calm yourself Rex, he will come. If he is still alive."

That was all he needed to know, Van Helsing was here. He sniffed out one guard and before the young man knew what hit him, he was dead. Vlad licked a drop of the blood and smiled, traces of garlic, but the young one clearly did not believe the tales. Sure it kept vampires at bay and with it in your blood, they could not feed off you. Vlad fed. Then he was off again, by the time the roll calls came over the radios all eight sentries was dead and Vlad had fed enough times to keep him satisfied as his body continued to heal itself.

"Vampire, I know you can hear me. Surrender and your death will be quick."

VLad smiled to himself, of course he could hear them over the earpieces of the radios, but he could hear them better up close and personal. He chuckled softly from the shadows inside the cabin,

"Leave now Hunter and I will forget this violation."

His voice seemed to come from everywhere, but the leader who had a Voodoo doll in one hand and a shiv in the other turned to his position. Vlad was impressed, this was a very focused man.

"I can not leave a murderer behind. Come out and face your doom."

Vlad stepped out of the shadows, his pistols trained on the other hunters,

"You are the first humans I have killed since I came here and only because you went out of your way to provoke me. I killed werewolves as they killed humans, I killed a fledgeling as he killed humans. If you want to die, you will make that call, bring in your backup and we will have ourself a bloodfest."

 

[La_Reina]

It was hours later and Jayne was snoring. Malia was awake wondering what had gotten into her. Something was off with her. What the hell could it have been? She began to pace not caring she was naked. What had made her go so crazy? What had attacked her and drove her into the arms of the one man she would have preferred to have never been in his bed again. Malia stared at Jayne and started to feel suffocated. She grabbed her clothes and slipped out of his room. She turned and saw eyes on her naked form, but was down the stairs before she got a good look at whom.

Malia was back in her house scrubbing down everything. She tried not to think of Drake, but she kept wondering if he was okay. She rubbed her neck and though the puncture marks were long healed and gone she could still feel them. She rubbed them and felt the pleasure that came with them. She moved her hand as if she was burned. What the hell was that? She returned to her cleaning. She didn't know where Drake called his home and as such as she couldn't find him. Her scent would have worn off and it would take hours to track him. No, she didn't care what happened to him. Those hunters were after vampires not werewolves and she wasn't going to provoke them.

The moon was high in the sky covered by the clouds. Every few moments it would peek through shining light down before it was masked again. Malia sat on the roof of her house leaning back against a chimney. She hadn't heard from Drake long enough to consider him dead. She felt a deep sense of regret. Why? She wasn't sure. She felt like crying an emotion she did her best to never have. So instead she perched on the roof of her home and stared out into the darkness.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vladimir Kozlo

The attack came not from inside, but from outside, he heard the slug as it moved through the air and he moved, firing as he went, the bullet grazed him, but the pain that flared from that wound was enough to make anybody scream in pain, he didn't because he couldn't. Any second wasted could mean his death. Silver rounds killed humans just as good as it killed wolves, it was when the leader pulled out a derringer and fired that Vlad realized that these guys have gotten even more dangerous than ever, another nick and his beast within howled in pain, the sound echoeing in his skull. Sunlight? How have they harnassed sunlight in bullet form? He placed a slug right into the leader's face, but he just smiled at Drake and pulled out a shotgun,

"Dodge this motherfucker."

Drake barely had time to realize how fast his opponent was, no human was that quick, then he caught the scent. A vampire? What the fuck? He dove to the ground as the scattergun fired, he did not escape unharmed, more pain shot through him. Motherfucker it hurt like nothing he had ever felt. But this was his home, here he had his little advantages, one thing he did not have a lot of was vampire killing equipment, why the fuck would he have things in his home that would kill him? He rolled as he landed, ejecting a clip from his pistol, barely avoiding another shotgun blast. He slammed his fist into the wall, his fingers closed over a magazine and he pulled it out. Using his legs to flick himself backwards and using the gun as platform he pushed away just as another shot blasted the wall. Slipping the magazine into the pistol and fired, clearly the opposing vampire did not know what was in the magazine, but as the garlic filled, hollow point red wood rounds exploded into his chest he knew, but then it was too late. Vlad emptied the magazine into his opponent, a scream emited from the other and he fired another round as he started to burn to ash. Vlad tried to move, but a good deal of the blast hit him and he sank to the ground. He knew no vbital organs had been hit as he was still alive. He could sense the other closing in, he knew they would not take the chance to enter. Luckily he had taken the time to create a cellar, why would a centuries old nobleman not want to have some wine? He crawled over to the trapdoor, forced it open and fell into the storage space, pulling the trapdoor closed behind him. Seconds later gunfire erupted and the cabin sounded like it got torn apart, there was a dull clunking sound and for a second of silence Vlad wondered what was going on. Then the sun shone through the sligt cracks in the floor, the pain was not more than what he was in already, so he lay quietly. When the light faded he geard footsteps approaching, a systematic search followed.

"All clear sir, seems like Duncan had bought it though."

There was a grunt,

"He gave me the whillies anyway, strange that the only thing left standing is the coffin."

Another search followed,

"Does seem that we got him, now let's get out of here."

"How did Duncan do it? We know vampires can sense each other, how did he remain hidden?"

"Duncan had special implants made, it inhibited his animal, prevented him from doing all that crazy mind stuff, but kept him hidden."

Vlad slowly straightened out, fuck he will drain the blood bank at this rate, he found that he could not move. He sighed and closed his eyes, he would have to regenerate on what he had and then go find some more.

 

[La_Reina]

The sun slowly rose and Malia knew Drake was dead. If he wasn't surely he would have came back by now. Than again he only used her for food and then when she turned out to be poisionious to him he came to her, because she demanded it. Not for any other reason. Which meant ... he could be alive. Why would he come to her? Because she still had questions. Because she would help the pompous asshole if he would let her. Why didn't she last night? Because she was ... Malia didn't want to think about that. It was too strange.

Malia started to rise. She would go find Drake. But why? Why did she care? The sun was high in the sky by the time she came up with an answer that suited her. He knew things she did not and things that could help save her pack. Malia stood back up, took two steps, and lept into the air. Like always she felt as though she could change in midflight. It was exhilarating and like always she stayed human and landed on her feet. She took off in a run towards the city. She might not know where his home was, but she knew where he would be. Didn't vampires need to feed after a good fight. Surely, Drake would be at the blood bank if he hadn't been there already.

It wasn't long before Malia came to the bank. "As tall, dark, and weird, been here last night or the last couple days?" The man shook his head.

Good. Malia went around the corner to an alley and leaned against the wall letting the shadows guard her. She closed her eyes letting her other senses tell the story as she went into a slight sleep and waited for Drake.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vladimir Kozlo

As the first stirrings of night started he opened his eyes, his wounds still throbbed in pain, but he found that he could at least move now. He climbed out of his hiding spot and looked ruefully down at his broken collection of the finest wines in the world.

"You will pay for this, of that I'll make sure when I ascend."

He picked up his weapons and decided to come back for his casket later on, he had to abandon this spot, but he was sure he would find another suitable place. He came to the river and took the time to wash the stench of wine and dead humans from him, then he headed for the city, time to get cash and get blood. He arrived at the neighborhood he wanted to be in an hour later, his speed seriously in jeopardy due to the wounds which was healing, but due to their nature very slowly. He sensed a werewolf in the city, but as he drew cash, he sent out his senses and found that it was the wolf called Malia. So she satiated her needs and now waited for him. He shook his head and grinned at the camera, of course it will show nothing, as the camera eye uses a reflection to see and that was something he did not have. He turned and walked away, he climbed up one of the buildings and used the rooftops to make his way to where Malia waited, he sat down and looked down at her where she stood.

"Satiated yourself wolf?"

 

[La_Reina]

Malia's head jerked up as she heard a voice above her. She stared at Drake and a small smile flit over her face before a scowl. "Yes, he was a good fuck if that's truly what you wanted to know." She was being crude and didn't care. And not quite true. She always felt Jayne was lacking in something. It wasn't his performance or size it was just that she felt like she was missing something on her end. "Hell, it was either I do that or go into blood lust and send those men coming after me and my family. So I think I chose a good option."

"I see you're still alive. Good. We still have much to discuss." Malia pushed away from the wall, but paused turning back to Drake. "Have you .. eaten yet?" She was looking at the blood bank and knew he had not. No one had gone in or out in hours. She was waiting for him to get his necessary what-the-fuck-ever so she could find out what the hell was going on in the world.

"Since you're being track we probably shouldn't go to my home. Have you procured a new residence. We can go there while you explain to me everything you know about everything." Malia wasn't asking. She needed to know what was going on. What were those humans? Were they a threat to her home? What were her and her kind to him? Was there more vampires out there? What was the best way to kill them without attracting attention to her home? And lastly, this one she would have to figure out for herself, why the fuck was she suddenly attracted to him? Some sort of glamour bullshit?

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vladimir Kozlo

He sniffed at her words and chuckled,

"If you are satiated, you sure as hell don't smell like it."

He jumped from his perch and landed lightly, he straigtened his coat and looked her over,

"I have fed, but used most of it to heal myself. Why should I answer your questions of my kind if you want to kill us? You think I'm that stupid wolf?"

He walked towards the blood bank,

"Look for your answers about vampires, you will receive myths and fairy tales, spread out through the centuries."

He entered the bank and found a young woman behind the counter, well this will be fun. He gave her a charming smile, his voice taking on a dreamlike quality as he stared into her eyes.

"Well hello there my dear, you are well."

She smiled back at him,

"I am well."

"You wish to give me all the blood you have in the cooler."

"I very much wish to give you all the blood in the cooler."

"But it will get you fired."

"But it will get me fired."

"Instead you will sell me three pints."

"But I will sell you three pints."

He gave her time to fetch the three pints, but it seemed like she moved in a trance. He handed her more than enough money to pay for the blood and then smiled at her again.

"How about we meet at your place tonight?"

"Say why don't you come to my place tonight?"

"And I can drink your blood and fuck you brains out."

"You can drink my blood and fuck my brains out."

Vlad smiled and released his spell,

"Thank you my dear, hope you have a lovely evening."

She smiled back a bit confused,

"Uhm thank you sir, the same to you."

He left the bank and stretched out outside, opened a pack and started to drink.

 

[La_Reina]

Malia choked back words of anger as he sniffed her and told her she was still a bitch in heat. So many perfect choice of words and she couldn't decide on one before he left. She still couldn't decide on 'Fuck You,' or 'Kiss my Ass'. When he landed next to her she merely shrugged and backed up from him. Something was happening to her. She tried to be her cocky self, but something was amiss. She couldn't place it.

"Yeah, you're dumb," but the wording was wrong, the delivery sucked, and her timing off. She wasn't surprised when Drake ignored her and went into the bank. Malia followed to tell him that she was in charge and she saved his life she could easily end it, but the conversation had her seeing red. She turned quickly unable to figure out why she was having such a strong emotion at this time. She decided she needed a drink and would let Drake have his little dumb bimbo. Men suck!

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vladimir Kozlo

"And that is how we bring somebody under our power, a taste of vampire blood is all that is needed after that to make a human a slave. The influence change from one person to another, some become ecstatic like they're on drugs, some seems to be in a trance while others take on a more brooding perspective."

He finished his first pack and opened the second,

"The fact that I released her drom the spell would make her remember nothing, it is a sort of deep hypnosis and it works on all kinds of creatures except strong-willed vampires. Care to try it out? I can make you walk like a chicken."

His face was impassive when he said that and started to drink his second helping.