Selena Cross-Hunted-Closed.

[Perplexia]

Over the last fifty years Selena learned what it was to be a woman and a vampire. In the year of 799 in northern Ireland, a redheaded bastard daughter of King Áed mac Néill was born to his mistress a tavern wench named E'anna. Her mother named her Aednat, before taking her last breath and dying a day after her girl was born.

Having no family the villagers took turns having the child in their home. When she was old enough she was put to work in the fields. For the most part Aednat was a quiet child, though with her fathers blood coursing through her veins she was also stubborn, and unruley. Her place as a woman was to work, feed the men and the animals. Being an orphan and a bastard the chance of her marrying was very unlikely, So instead she was given to a Peddler as payment of supplies.

The peddler name Magnus was in his forties, he smelled of sweat and horses. Selena distinctly remembers the sting of the whip against her back for talking back to him, or not doing something as well as he wished. At the age of twelve he began to use her for her womanly virtues. When she reached eighteen she had stabbed him in the heart while he slept, having taken the last of the beatings and rapings. Leaving him dead in the woods, she took his cart and belongings and began her short free life journeying to different villages trading the wares and selling them.

It was upon this path she took the name of Selena Cross. Not shortly after she had been made vampire by Aslo. It had happened so quickly she had little chance to react. One moment she sat alone at her fire, and the next he was pinning her down to the ground with his teeth buried in her neck draining her blood as his hands roamed her body like an animal. She found out later that he had been trailing her. He had watched her kill Magnus and knew she was meant to be blessed with the blood of his kind. He taught her many things in the fifty years they were together.

One of a woman's greatest gifts was that of manipulation, and with that and her stunning young looks there was nothing she couldn't have. Selena craved more and more, never being satisfied with the trivials of life. She was after all the daughter of a King. One day she vowed to herself she would live like one, no matter how many lives it took. Blood thirst ran deep inside of her, and it didn't take long for her to break rules he'd laid down. She was vampire, not a mortal woman he could control. Aslo had created the monster that was Selena Cross, and with that she took his life.

Supersition ran high in the hills and valleys of her kind. Vampire hunters were out in groves. Not only did she have those to fear, but the vampires as well. Her reputation had already begun to grow. She was intelligent, beautiful, and had a taste for rich things. There weren't too many nobles or royalty she hadn't tampered with. The word no was not one she heard often. But for now she had to abandon her beloved Ireland, until the vampires calmed down over her hanus crime of killing her maker.

This is what lead her to the village of Kent in Brittanica. The rule at that time was that of the Mercia, the anglo saxons had begun their invasions and a lot of the country was now influenced. It didn't take her long to pick up their language and accent. Unlike the mortals, Vampires didn't have boundaries they couldn't cross. The world was theirs for the taking.

The night was cold, not that it mattered to her. But to fit in among the mortals she dressed herself down to the plain colors and dress. She had vampires and hunters on her trail, and only a few alliances left that hadn't abandoned her. At the young age of 51 she had accomplished more then many three times her age. With a hooded cloak she made her way into the tavern. Ordering a pint of ale. Her eyes, her ears, and her smell all accessed her surroundings. No one seemed to pay particular attention to her. Which was good. So far all she sensed was mortals.

 

[Raven_Timothy]

Hunter... yes I am. Vampires, Ware Wolves, Demons, they're all out there hunting us but, our greatest enemy is human nature.

Our lust for power, our greed, even jealously can cause man to do terrible things, and this is what I hunt. Truth be told I really don't know why I still fight on this side of the struggle.

Born just north of Loch Ness, early in the winter of 816. A member of the McBain clan he was raised with a large and powerful family. The McBain clan was known far and wide as the clan to have on your side in battle. And for almost always being in battle. Yet by some strange sorcery never greatly diminishing their numbers. The common gossip was that the clan had lupines among them, but no one even dared whisper it in public.

Ryan James McEuntash a heavy name for a boy child of slight build. A few things the clan were sure of about Ryan. He could wield a dirk as soon as he could run. His temper matched the chieftain's with a savage clarity. He stood in constant aw of females of any age. And no man ever crossed him twice and walked normal.

Ryan never placed first in any of the annual games when it came to strength or speed. Often finding placement in the middle of those that finished. What he did excellent at was endurance test and problem solving. But these skills were not highly valued in a child of the clan and as such he was shipped to Ireland at the age of twelve to learn to be a warrior and a man.

Not a lot is known about him after leaving Ireland at the age of eighteen. There was a massive skirmish in the north that when finished had proven Ryan a horribly lethal foe. There was some kind of dispute between Ryan and the kings former cousin ( god rest his sole). It was therefore decided that the family that had sheltered him for six years, would ship him to the Arabia's.

What was made clear about his leaving was a vow of vengeance against the " fool king". And the fact that a noblemen's daughter had her head torn from her body, for defending Ryan's honor in defiance of the kings latest mandate.

In Arabia Ryan went by James Ryan to avoid detection. There he studied everything he could about warfare. From tactics, strategy, construction and deployment of siege weapons, forging weapons, even to herbology and medicine. His teachers often found that he was not the fasts learner but, always the hardiest study. Within two years he could speak, read, and write in three languages. Highly skilled in math and mechanics. He showed a passion for siege engines and weapons of all types.

No man that meat him could deny that war was in his blood. It is known that he had a reputation for give others credit for most of his kills in combat. After seven years some camps told stories of him to their children.

It is known that he made his way to an island called Japan. Where nothing is known of how he spent his time. Only that he left after eight years, spent four weeks in India. Then he went right back to Japan. The next eight years oh his life are completely shrouded in secrecy.

He next appeared in Italy as Ryan Giacomo McEuntash. Over forty years after his birth but, only appearing twenty five at the oldest. He quickly gained a reputation as one of the deadliest mercenaries in all of Europe. Returning to Britannia after ten years of amassing a kings ransom.

Finally tired of his wanderings he returned to his homeland. Selling his skills and his womanly small blades to causes of his choosing. A handful of those being the hunting of undead. He comes across a challenge to good to pass up. His mission to track and kill a vampire and all that assist him in the hunting of, Miss Selenia Cross.

It was this mission that sent him to the village of Kent. Alone, wounded, and with only the knowledge that his prey should only be a few days behind him. He rode into the village his armor almost completely covered by his heavy ridding cloak. He finds and enters the tavern. Pausing just inside the door he scans the room with his sharp emerald green eyes. Who is that? He asks himself, as he eyes the goddess like woman near the bar.

Slowly to avoid making the limp apparent he approaches the bar. There he finds a stool happily not far from...keeping his attention on the room he orders a round of honey mean.

His movements that of a jungle cat. His hair cropped and his beard trimmed. His frame medium to heavy build. Judging by the doorway he stands two to three inches past six foot. A educated guess at his age places him in his mid twenties. And not a single visible scare marks him.

 

[Perplexia]

A normal resting heart rate for an adult ranges between 60 to 100 beats a minute, a runner, or man that is very physical can have a resting heart beat of around 32 beats per minute. So from the moment he walked through the door, she knew what he was when his heart seemed to only beat about ten per minute.

Her ears listened as he walked closer, very slight shuffle, so probably a limp that he's concealing. As she listened to him order his honey mead his accent gave her from where abouts he hailed. Like most men he glanced at her from time to time.

Getting up from the bar she carried her drink around him and sat down on his other side. "Buy a Lady a Drink Mister" she said with a smile. Selena hadn't made up her mind yet whether she was going to bleed him dry or if he would serve of some use to her, after all her condition didn't all her daylight activity, and being a daywalker, he could.

Her eyes traveled over his build, he was a fighter, with the way he gripped his mug it could be easily used as a weapon. He wasn't the typical man, his eyes scanned the room every so often.

As she picked up the next round and handed him his mug, her fingers lightly trailed over his. Catching his eyes her emerald greens stared back at him. "There would be one or two reasons you are here daywalker, so be sure to calculate your survival rate before you decide. If you were sent to kill me (she practically whispered), that isn't going to work out. Her fingers moved to his leg, "if you're here to seduce me, that won't work either. So tell me your purpose."

With the slightest movement and a sweet smile, no attention other then envy had been cast in their direction. His heart rate sped up slightly when she found the wound on his leg and squeezed it lightly. But his face gave no sign of distress. He was talented, and providing he didn't have designs on putting a stake through her heart, he would be useful.

 

[Raven_Timothy]

He watches out of the corner of his eye as she approaches, and sits down on his right side. She smells good to good, his mind tells him. Buy a lady a drink mister she asks. He nods. Ireland he thinks. That was the look of a predator in her eyes he was sure of it. He quickly scans the room. She's alone. Good that increases my chances. In perfect Italian speaking in hushed tones. Your a vampire yes? Nodding without waiting for her response. His breath slows, his heart slows, and every thing in the room comes into focus. The pain of her hand is gone. Then his hand comes down on top of hers gripping like a gauntlet. Quickly his grip eases but, his hand stays.

With a sly smile playing on his lips and reaching his eyes. He leans in whispering. We don't have to kill each other. I'm not here for you at all. Sitting back up he looks her in the eye. Day or night I walk whenever I choose. What does that have to do with anything? "Dance" he says loudly. "Sorry malass I'm not dressed for it."

Shrugging off the cloak his armor is revealed. Like nothing anyone in the tavern has ever seen. Flat black lacquered steal plates and sun yellow silk cords and silk under garments. A fortune in silk. His armor appears to be made form hundreds of steal plates laced together with silk cords. His shins,
Thighs, some kind of skirting over his hips, his chest, curved plates on his shoulders, even his forearms are protected. Two very thin swords can be seen on his hip, Tucked in to a silk belt with a third very long sword on his back. Looking him up and down the only thing that fits this part of the world are his ridding boots under his shin guards.

He laughs merrily at an unspoken jest. Mouths the word sorry. To the outside world his hands shoot up gripping her head. She barely feels the tips of his fingers on her left cheek. His right hand only touching her hair not, actually holding her head firmly as it appears to be. He leans quickly and kisses her cheek with a loud smack on his lips. When in truth his lips on her cheek are reverently light. As soon as he "let's her go" his hand smacks down on the bar with a metallic click. Two gold and two silver coins under the tips of his fingers. Bar keep he bellows in Pure Gaelic. Till the money runs out what ever the lady wishes. He turns his head to look the bartender in the eye. If there are any extra expenses I will settle our bills in the morning. I'll need a room for the night.

Turning back he leans in his lips a hair from hers. In Italian. Play nice we both win. In her left hand he places a cut stone. At a glance she sees it as a perfect sapphire the size of the end of her pinkie. He sits back up slowly. Deal? As he speaks his eyes keep darting to the far back corner of the tavern.

 

[Perplexia]

She moves her fingers over the sapphire in the palm of her hand. Selena smiled and slid it in her pocket. "well that's sweet Mister" she said with a smile. "I've been given a lot gifts over my fifty years, but never one just so I would go away." she said in almost as perfect italian as he did. "that almost hurts my feelings" she continued with a slight laugh.

Cocking her head slightly she followed his eyes. "amateurs at best" she replied in Italian. "I'll make a deal with you, I'll take care of our problem in the corner, and I'll take care of your leg issue. In return, you'll owe me one, if i need it."

She took off her cloak and placed it on her stool and sauntered into the middle of the room. The corner players continued their song as she swayed her hips slowly moving to toward the back corner. Sliding in one of their laps she whispers in his ear. The man's jaw dropped, leaning back in movement to the music she gave the other a nice eyeful of the top of her breasts before pulling his head forward and whispering in his ear. In an almost cat like stance she crawled over the table to the third while the other two pawed at her.

Amateurs were very easily distracted. Especially when a woman like Selena who was skilled in the art of seduction and manipulation got ahold of them. Whispering in the third man's ear, he reached over her and punched the first. The second joined in and before long all three where beating each other bloody. By this time she slid off the table and moved back to her stool watching the commotion as they began to pull out their weapons. It didn't take long for the three of them to be tossed outside to finish each other off. Picking up her cloak she placed it back on adjusting her hair. "Shall we?"

 

[Raven_Timothy]

As she rises to dance he mutters something in Latin about the trouble with women in war. He is gone unnoticed for a few minutes. Her distraction was perfect. When she returns she can smell the fresh blood of lupine on him somewhere. When she asks shall we he reaches out takes her hand turning her through five very fast flawless spins. Like I said its only that I'm not dressed for it.

Also to the question of shall we, he says smiling down at her as he leans in for another kiss. I would love to lass but, I'm not sure how much you can help the leg. Kissing her cheek softly he continues I did not pay you to leave. I paid you not to kill me in my sleep. And maybe wake me if someone else tries to. He stands up taking her hand. I only paid you half. The other half is not on me right now.

As for going anywhere with you I would like to but I'm working miss? Sorry! That was rude of me milady. My name is James Ryan. Speaking of anywhere, walk with me please? I could use some night air before we turn in. He walks her out in to the night. The sky is heavily over cast. Even with a few torches burning here and there the "streets" are still pitch black. Were it not for her sight and him holding her hand, he might disappear completely in the dark. It will be winter soon. Have you any plans for the cold months?

He walks her a few store fronts down the street. Where between two building she can see the out line of three dead lupine. Their bodies all laying as if they were all faceting one spot in a circle. All struck twice each, and completely through the bone. Tell me their not friends of yours miss. Please tell me? His voice pleading.

He shakes his head. To the room and I will tell you why... As they walk back to the tavern his limp gets more and more pronounced. He hobbles up to the bar orders two jugs of honey mead and makes for the room. His eyes scan the common one more time before opening the door that Leeds to his room.

As they arrive at his room he opens the door. Dropping his head slightly. Then inters his leg dragging as he crosses the room. He places the clay jugs on the table and rest his great sword on the head board. He turns left hand on the sheath of the shortest blade. His right hand on the handle. His thumb moves ever so slowly to click the blade out one inch. Your name? please. His leg again looks unharmed. Were it not for the faint copper smell she might believe there nothing wrong with it.

 

[Perplexia]

"I only paid you half. The other half is not on me right now."
Selena couldn't help but smile, how she did love shiny gems. Not to the point however that it would distract her.

"My name is James Ryan. Speaking of anywhere, walk with me please? I could use some night air before we turn in." As she allows him to walk her out in to the night she adjusts her eyes to see perfectly. After all she is a creature of the night. "It will be winter soon. Have you any plans for the cold months?" Selena smiled to his question. Feeling no need to reveal who she was in return. "Perhaps i'll go into the mountains and spend some time with some of the villages, or perhaps I will go to Norse country. There are so many choices, and I don't like to bog myself down with plans."
Yes she would let him think her indecisive, and weak. But his next reaction helped boost her ego. As he walks her a few store fronts down the street. The smell hit her before she saw the outline of the dead lupine. "Tell me their not friends of yours miss. Please tell me?" His voice pleading.

Selena chuckled at this. "As a general rule my kind does not associate with dogs. Their smell to us is as atrocious as their heads being ripped off is to them."

His leg seemed to be getting worse as they head back. It was times like this she felt lucky to have the quickness of healing. After he stops for his mead and they make their way up to his room. she watches him carefully. With his knife out of it's sheath an inch she watches him carefully.
"Your name? please"

"A name is such a contraption to bind a person to don't you think?" she questioned with a smile. Yes she was being flippant on purpose. "Perhaps if you remove your knife and place it back in it's sheath i would be more obliged to answer your question. After all a warrior such as yourself that took down three dogs with such precision can hardly blame a girl for being cautious"

"Perhaps you'd also tell me of this work you speak of. Are you hunting someone particular?"

 

[Raven_Timothy]

The "knife" a kodachi ( short sword) flashes through the air in front of him, fast enough that she can see silver inlays but not make out the pattern. As he spins the 26 inch blade at an incredible speed. It makes a sudden and distinct thunk as it passes through the center of the bed and sticks in the wooden floor. Completing the spin his right arm is at full extension with the Tachi (bastard sword) pointed just past her. His eyes then his head move to meet her eyes. She can see a small amount of shock in his eyes alone, but then its gone. The Tachi and Kodachi are both masterfully crafted blades. Pure perfection in their making. They are etched and inlaid in silver Celtic scroll work, lacquered and polished. The blade were maybe five years in the making. The mix or their perfection and his skills leave on doubt that had she tried, and gotten past the blades he still would have wounded her. Perhaps fairly badly at that. In this land how much could she learn to need him, in this or any other?

The Tachi pivots at his wrist the tip of the blade reseated and the blade slid home. All but the last two inches. With only an inch of razor sharp edge showing he speaks. Such is the measure of out commitment to action. That the blade once the edge is shown must not find its home, till blood is drawn.
With this his left index finger covers the edge as he slides the blade home. Blood dripping from his left hand he pulls the Kodachi from the bed returning it also to its sheath.

You said your kind and theirs normally do not mix. Not weather or not they were your friends, partners, or associates. I know that they were Not friends of mine. As for us being cautious. I have already done far to little of That! I have shown you some of what I am capable of, Yes? And have I tried to harm you? In fact I have probably treated you far better than any other knowing that you are a vampire. Have I not? His head drops his shoulders slouch. His silence is deafening.

You have made no attempt to show yourself as friend or foe. So tonight you are under my protection whether you think you need it or not. Tomorrow is tomorrow. I will pay my debt and we can go our separate ways. You may have the bed. I know that your kind need to asleep from time to time. No do not touch ne or my leg. Yes I always pick a room with no windows.

He reaches for his Nagamaki(great sword/spear)
Using it as a staff he limps over to the table collects one of the jugs of mead. Then limps past her to the door. Turning his back to it he slides down to a sitting position. His eyes still starring at the floor. He says. I am Kensi, I will die making a lot of noise. Before I let any harm come to you. His face shows his mind preparing its self for the inaction of the evening. He removes the wax sealed lid of the jug. Takes a sip then a long pull of mead. He looks up I have nothing more to say. I will place guards on the door if you need to sleep through the day. Your payment will be with them if so. He drops his head after another long pull of mead.

 

[Perplexia]

Selena watches his sword show with no reaction other then a slight smile when his blood begins dripping from his left hand. "Very impressive" she comments smoothly

"You said your kind and theirs normally do not mix. Not whether or not they were your friends, partners, or associates. I know that they were Not friends of mine. As for us being cautious. I have already done far to little of That! I have shown you some of what I am capable of, Yes? And have I tried to harm you? In fact I have probably treated you far better than any other knowing that you are a vampire. Have I not?" His head drops his shoulders slouch. His silence is deafening.


"You have made no attempt to show yourself as friend or foe. So tonight you are under my protection whether you think you need it or not. Tomorrow is tomorrow. I will pay my debt and we can go our separate ways. You may have the bed. I know that your kind need to asleep from time to time. No do not touch me or my leg. Yes I always pick a room with no windows."

"Have i attempted to drink from you? Or Kill you?" she questioned in response. "If i was your enemy day walker, I would have snapped your neck on the first kiss. If the dogs were my friends, or allies, I would have killed you on our walk. Perhaps you would have injured me, or wounded me severely before you died. But the point is day walker, if I were your enemy or their friend you would not hold enough breath for this conversation. It is not my habit to share the emotional banter you mortals strive on."

She watches as he hobbles to the table and says. "I am Kensi, I will die making a lot of noise. Before I let any harm come to you." She studies his face as he takes a swig from the mead. He then says "I have nothing more to say. I will place guards on the door if you need to sleep through the day. Your payment will be with them if so."

She studies him a bit more before speaking. "you do not know that you are a day walker do you, do you even know what that is?" she questioned with a slight laugh. "No matter, my name is Selena Cross, and I may just have a business proposition for you."

 

[Raven_Timothy]

His eyes never leaving the floor. His heart beat so painfully slow that she wants to look to make sure he's still in the room. He sits absolutely motionless. Finally he speaks, his voice a monotone whisper. The fact that you have not tried to drain or kill me yet Miss Cross, just proves that you are smart. Smart or patient, an ever so slight smile quarks the corners of his mouth. Then fades before he continues. If one is patient than they study their prey, till they find its weakness. If one is smart, then one does not risk injury when being chased.

These skills are both needed to make a good assassin. Perhaps if you live long enough I will teach you. You could use the training. As I may not always be here. Bare hands are a pour substitute for blades. Blades that can keep a larger or faster opponent out of reach of you. Poisons, Shuriken, misdirection, and training all can aid you where your other tools fail. Not all problems may be solved with seduction, speed, or power. Yes?

Never threaten me with death. I am Kensi. You will come to understand what that means in time. For me I may succeed or die. There is no other option. As for the kiss you wanted it more than I. Which was surprising until I realized it was your cover. And for the matter of a day walker, I assume it is some kind of vampire. But not like you. I know nothing of this. I was cursed more than twenty years ago, and cannot age until I pass my normal life span.

Taking a moment he then continues. Miss Selenia Cross I am not your enemy. So I will hear your proposal. You should enjoy some mead if you can taste . I should ask because I have learned that some vampires only drink blood. Do you eat food? It will help with your cover. If we travel together I will need to know all of your weaknesses. So that I may try to protect you from them. But that can be discussed another time.

 

[Perplexia]

Miss Selenia Cross I am not your enemy. So I will hear your proposal. You should enjoy some mead if you can taste . I should ask because I have learned that some vampires only drink blood. Do you eat food? It will help with your cover. If we travel together I will need to know all of your weaknesses. So that I may try to protect you from them. But that can be discussed another time.


Selena sat on the end of the bed and listened to all the daywalker had to say. "One thing i've learned over the years Mr. Ryan, is never to reveal ones hand too quickly. For now however, I simply need to sleep during daylight hours. I am pleased you chose a room without a window. My proposal is this Mr. Ryan, she said softly as she rose and walked slowly, almost seductively around the room. I am in need of a man with your particular talents. In return I will teach you about my kind as a general rule.
For you will definitely need that in assisting me with my enemies. All you really need to know is i was a bit over zealous, and impulsive. It left some rather prudish elders hot under the collar, some more literally then others." She laughed softly at her musings.

"I am not typical in any sense of the word. I have ambitions that i intend on making a reality. To do this i need someone that i can trust, that will be loyal to me, and can not be bought away." She walked over and kneeled before him giving him ample view of her bulging bosom.

"If you will permit me i will see what i can do to help heal your wound. Although ideally it should have healed which makes me suspect that yours was a turning that went wrong. Or perhaps simply you are resistant due to.." Closing her eyes she smelled deeply against his wound. "Lupine in your blood." Her eyes watered slightly at the stench of it and she cleared her throat. "It will not be as simple, and would need several applications of my blood to it, but it will heal faster with my help. If you are willing to trust me."

 

[Raven_Timothy]

First let me commend you on your wisdom. Your understanding of my skills and abilities is remarkable for only having known me for part of the night. I too do not normally show my hand as you put it. I have been in villages for months and not shown them half of what you now know. As for payment for my services. Your enemies could not hope to offer me what it would take to betray you. Not even after I get you out of this little scrape. Though I feel that you...he glances at her chest for longer than a moment as if that was what sidetracked him.

Never mind. I know that what you offer in our exchange is a better way of helping yourself. Not truly to benefit me. After all I may or may not hunt vampires as I see fit after this little adventure. I am here more because of our past than what you and your friends can offer me in piles of gold. He looks up his eyes never pausing before they meet hers. Seeing the hint of surprise he continues.

Yes you have friends out there. Yes even strong allies in the vampire hierarchy. That is after all how I found you. It is a good thing they are so careful in aiding you. My competitor was working (to slowly) for your latest enemy. It cost them dearly just to get someone through the test and questions. It seamed a shame to let him walk out with his head.

You have a quality that I marked from the moment I laid eyes on you. Part of that confirms that you are worth my time. But! The word is amazingly sharp for the half whisper in which it was spoken. But it is my time. You being ageless may have forgotten times value. I am defending you, helping, and protecting you. All out of what goodness remains in my heart. I do not need to be anywhere near you to do my job. It is a sign of my respect that I show my face and share my time.

Here are my ground rules. They are not up for discussion. He growls out. One, we are to treat each other as equals. Unless absolutely necessary for your cover. You will, despite me not being you or your kind treat me as an equal. Even being a master of one or two forms of combat, I will not treat you as a child.

He looks up again. His gaze slowing as his eyes come up to chest level for but a instant. If I'm to defend you, you will do as I say when in danger. With out question or hesitation. He holds up a finger. Not up for discussion! You are not alone, for now. You will follow all of my rules until your enemy or I are dead. Or I will leave you to deal with him, them, and Duke Canaitor. As I understand he is a vampire in the higher circle. He is as I am informed next in line to try to claim your pretty head.

If you know your enemies as well as you know your friends. It will add to your glory when your friends abandon you and your enemies now must all fall to your blade. I will teach you some of my ways. And you will teach me about vampires. That is a good deal for now. If we have a deal, then when you leave this room you will be Italian. Your clothes your hair everything will be made ready in a day and a half at the most. As to the matter of my leg. You may try to heal it but, it will cost you another kiss. Looking in to his eyes they look almost soulless they're so empty. Then she sees a sparkle. The corners of his mouth raise.

 

[Perplexia]

Selena listened carefully to each word he spoke studying his expressionless face and cool demure. He was well trained indeed.
Although his eyes for a moment seemed fixated on her chest, his mind was not there. For his mouth moved not at all, nor did the crotch of his pants.

"I will admit, you would be less of a liability with a working limb. But i have seen what you are capable of, and do not assume to think fixing it would be payment enough." She smiled her eyes looking up into his. "what i was going to offer was payment. However, it seems that my allies have taken care of that. My surprise was not that i have allies (carefully avoided the word friends), but that they found someone of your caliber to assist me."

Her eyes looked away for a moment and then went back to his. "I have powerful connections, i've made prestigious choices in my selections. But with the power also comes enemies, of which i have many as well." she stopped another moment before continuing. "The basics that apply to all vampires, we have extraordinary senses, hearing, smell, eyesight, and some have taste. We can eat human food, but it does nothing for us other than make us appear..human." the distaste of that word still hung on her mouth.

Younger vampires, normally fifty years and less have a hard time controlling their blood lust. The smell of blood is our source of food and nutrients. Luckily i have amazing control, that and i already fed in the bar." her eyes went to the door and then she was gone.

A knock came on the door "Sorry to bother you sir, but there are some gentlemen asking about your lady friend. I sent them on their way saying i knew nothing. But they are still questioning everyone."

Selena stepped out from the shadows as if she had become part of them. "Tell him to go and mention your presence to no one, and you will double whatever they paid for info." she whispered to him.

 

[Raven_Timothy]

He hears the approaching steps. He looks up and she is gone. Not gone hiding over there. His eyes refuse to look in her direction. He mustn't give her away. Rising to his feet he answers the door. His left hand apparently resting on the sheath of his Kodachi. His thumb pushing the guard of the sword to one inch. Open! He barks sharply. He listens to the barkeeper. Dropping his head to better see her out of the corner of his eye. He hears her out then looks back to the barkeeper.

How many rooms are left he asks. The barkeeper responds. We have eight lord. It is the slow season. Ryan grins. We will take them all. At twice the normal price. Take this coin and hand it to the man outside watching my horses. Tell him I said pack the rooms and put two men outside my door. What are they offering for information. Five gold pieces. The barkeeper answers. I don't have that on me right now. But you will be paid by dawn. You have a son yes? The barkeeper nods. I have a Knight that is looking for a good squire. The finest armor, weapons, horses, he will have everything he needs.

That woman I met in the tavern spoke French. But I think she was from Ireland. She stole something from me. I'll pay twenty gold for her head. Twice that if the item is returned. The barkeeper scratches his head. Lord my...my boy is not a large boy are you... Can you really make him a squire? And outfit him? Ryan grins. Dose your boy get sick in the winter? And how old is he? The barkeeper answers my boy has never been sick a day in his ten winters. Ryan grins again, nods then scratches his chin. He will need you be ready to travel at first light. All he will need are the clothes on his back. The barkeeper nods a tear glistening in his eye. His lips trying not to turn up at the corners. He will be ready My Lord. Keep your gold. Train my son. She was the most beautiful lass I ever seen come from Ireland. He closes the door. Hurrying down the hall.

Ryan grins. Speaking softly he turns to Selenia. If they know that you were here, then they need to know you left before they will leave. There will be two assassins at the door shortly. They will smell of Asian spices and rice. A lopsided grin spreads across his face. Now may I have that kiss?

 

[Perplexia]

She listened carefully as he talked/manipulated the Barkeep. What he offered for the mans son was something many dreamed of for their child. So there was a tender spot in this man after all. Cocking her head she listened intently to the commotion below.

With door shut and his explanation for his actions, and the request again for the kiss she smiled softly looking up at him from under her eyelids. Slowly she stepped closer, and then closer until her breasts pressed through her dress against him. Young firm large round breasts almost flattened as she got even closer.

She smiled up to him running her fingers over his face. "No, but if you drop your pants i'll work on your leg."

She stepped back quickly and motioned to the chair with her hand. "So now i'm Irish and not italian?" she questioned with a light tonality.

 

[Raven_Timothy]

Ryan nearly lost his composer. Not because she said not to the kiss.he had expected that. Not because of her eyes deep as they were. Not even, when she pressed herself against him. He dam sure wanted to blame it on her telling him to drop his pants, but truth be told it was the touch. Not her fingers gliding across his face. That was just a parlor trick to her. No it was the simple touch of her fingers on he's cheek and jaw. That for almost a heartbeat was nearly his undoing. Almost, he was sure that only his eyes betrayed that he was more than an empty warrior.

The came his quick come back. Gentle lass, you know I can't remember the last Tina a lady was in this much of a hurry to get me out of my pants. Everything comes off in a certain order. He knew that he didn't have to drop his upper armor first, but he did. Then his lower armor. Then came the top and bottom padding. Lastly he drops his shitagi, obi, and hakama.

Setting his swords carefully on the table, he stands before her warring silk sleves, tabi, and a fundoshi. He walks around the table and sits. Removing the bandage the wound is finally revealed. The cut is clean, long and deep. Its being held closed with a clear thin coating that smells like eggs.

No sooner has he sat down than there is a knock on the door. "Enter" Ryan barks his hands flat on the table. A small woman enters the room. Dressed in close fitting silk and cotton. Black from head to toe. Her face and head covered in some kind of wrap. A single sword on her back her only visible weapon. She carries a backpack over to Ryan. Dropping to her knees instantly head bowed. She offers him the backpack with both hands. He takes it the same way.

Ryan speaks to the woman. "She will need an Italian dress, fine craft." The woman bows. Stands bows again. Turns to Selenia walks around her and out the door. Ryan sets the pack on the table. Looking at Selenia he says. " To answer your question Selenia is Irish. Her enemies would know this. Everything we do to change who they think they are looking for is one more thing to throw them off. So you were Irish. And now Katerina Bella Nero you are Italian.

 

[Perplexia]

He had nearly lost his composure. Which proved her point that seduction was indeed a viable power to even the strongest willed man. She did not reproach him on this topic however. Nor did her face reveal its pleasure. If anything she gave him a bit of a pout.

Ignoring his comment about 'dropping his pants', she took pleasure in watching him shed his armor. His body frame was almost as percise as the bulk of his armor. He was well framed, well built, and would make a fierce competitor if it ever came to that.

The knock on the door took her slightly by surprise. But it was a knock of rhythmic proportions which kept him and ease and invited the tiny woman in. The scent about her was death, and lingering molecules of blood, though wiped well, still remained on the blade that crossed her back.

Selena stood still ready to counter act any move if the woman were to make it. Though all she seemed to do was size her up. Once satisfied she disipated as quickly as she arrived.

So many names in a life time she mumbled as he renamed her. "Tell me why beautiful black though as a last name." she questioned as she looked at his leg.
Going to the basin she brought the bowel and a cloth over to clean out the sealing agent he had placed upon it. "With your lupine blood this will take a few applications, but it will eventually prevail. The one that tried to turn you was inexperienced in these things. He should have tasted the wolf that looms in your veins and been prepared for a more elaborate transformation. Once the wound was clean and started to bleed again she bit her wrist allowing the blood to pour into him until her wrist closed and healed on its own.

She had given him more then she should have for she was now weak and vulnerable. But his leg required it, his blood would try to fight the process of healing, She watched as the blood from the wound stopped flowing. His would still open and raw. "

It should feel a bit better, though i would not trust it to take too much activity. I need to give you at least one more, if not two more applications. A human would have healed immediately. But your blood though part vampire, still lingers your lupine heritage." She paused for a moment then continued

"You see you can have the trait in your blood and not become dog. It is why you did not know you were a day-walker. You probably have sharper skills then before, or perhaps you learned them more quickly. But you will not have the true advantage because your blood denies it. Had it been me that turned you, I would have done it proper by draining you fully, almost to the very last drop before filling you with my blood. Then you would be a power like no other."

"I will need substance when i awake tomorrow eve. If you could arrange that. Ideally one for when i wake, and one for when i apply another treatment. That way we can travel tomorrow eve."

 

[Raven_Timothy]

"First you broke a rule. I am not paid to be here. The only assurance you have right now is my word. Without question, remember? I did not waste my time, my breath, and my blood to help you did I? How do you expect me to keep my word to do everything in my power to aid you, when times get hard? When the rules do NOT apply to you even when times are easy.

Now I will tell you why the name and how it protects you. You need to work on your Italian a bit. It is not translated beauty black, but black beauty. It is a family name that I have permission to use. The name is feared among the lupine. So much so that they will not even speak it.

There use to be a lupine clan over a thousand strong. They laid siege the Castila Buenos for six months. The last survivors were two hundred strong. They marched out of the gates against thousands. For twenty day they fought. When the fog cleared there were one hundred and twenty standing. Now the lupine clan are only remembered in hushed tones among their own kind. To this day the castle is still dyed back with the blood of the fallen.

Now many of these lupine that track you will not look twice at you, and risk your families wrath? Now I have broken the rule of not treating you like a child so we are on even ground again. I will allow for exceptions when we are alone for you to question the things I do for your safety. The substance you require 'feeding' dose not have to be to the death? If so than I can find strong men willing to give what is needed when ever it is needed. But do not turn my soldiers. They would consider it a great shame to them and their families."

He opens the pack pulls out some small bundles and opens one. The smell of egg hits her first. Then the sight of thin slimy skins. "It is the skin between the eggs shell and the yoke inside. It grips the skin, and shrinks as it dries. Thus holding the wound closed. Something you should learn should you ever be stabbed with silver. This an a few of the right herbs and there will be very little if any trace that it was ever wounded."

As he talks he begins preparing tea. His hands move as if they have danced this way a thousand times. The ritual is hypnotic
In its beauty. Peaceful in every motion. Relaxation is in every smell. And a certain harmony may be found in its timing. When he finally hands her a cup she realizes she was holding her breath, as if attempt not to disturb an artists at work. "This is how we make peace among friends. There are many kinds of tea, for many kinds of displays. You could learn them if you wanted to." He takes his cup turning it he sips.

 

[Perplexia]

She did not make a sound as he first scolded her, then spoke to her as if she were a moron, or a child as he put it. "No i do not have to kill to eat" she replied to his question without emotion.

The tea he made had an exotic smell and aroma. The way he prepared it with such a skillful art mesmerized her. Taking the cup she responded by simply stating "thank you."

Taking a sip she sorted the taste in her mouth. "Human food can be consumed, though it serves as no substance or quenching for my kind." The tale that he had told about the family Black Beauty, was one she had heard once or twice. Because it didn't relay to her or her kind she simply dismissed and filed it away.

After i treat you tomorrow, you will not have need of the egg solution. Though it is with merit for mortals that do not have a immortal in their pocket so to speak. She smiled and laughed lightly at her own joke and took another sip of the tea. "I find the ways of different cultures hearty knowledge, and only a fool does not seek to obtain as much as possible. So yes i would be interested in learning some of your ways, if you find the desire to teach me. I am a quick study, and a perfectionist of sorts. It does seem that my Italian is a tad rusty, so that too i wish to learn from you, so i may portray Katerina to the best of my ability." She gave him a sweet smile and crossed her legs. "I have no desire to sire your men, I would be grateful to not have to peddle for my dinner. If you can provide some hearty sources I would be indeed grateful."

Turning her neck she cracked it first to the left and then to the right. Daylight is approaching and I must sleep. I am not modest in the ways of mortals. If you so choose to take half the bed to slumber you shall not disturb me. Thank you for the tea." She rose slowly and gave a light curtsy before walking to the bed. Other then loosing the tie she chose to sleep in the garb she wore. Picking the left side of the bed she lifted the covers and got under them. Laying on her back she closed her eyes. To look upon her she lay as still as the dead. No breathing or movement of any kind.

 

[Raven_Timothy]

As she turns to heads to the bed. He bows to her. "As you wish Katerina Sam. Your meal will be ready. As will your first lesson." If anyone makes it through the door I dead, is only spoken with his eyes and posture.

Sitting back down, he pulls out a set of stands to place the swords on. Pulling a small leather pouch from the pack, he then removes a tiny cube and lights it with a stick from the fireplace. Blows it out an instantly the room starts filling up with the scent of Lavender and Jasmine. He places the cube on a small metal tray.

Redressing in his hakama he moves over to the fireplace. Adding a few logs to the fire to the fire, before kneeling in front of it. He sit motionless until well after sunrise. After his mediation he lights another cube. Moving back to the table to quickly eat and then begins a few katas.

His feet moving silently, quickly, each step precisely placed. With grace and skill. Several times he kicks are placed inches from the thatching of the roof. Each time he lands with out a sound being made. Lighting a third cube, he begins again. This time each step in absolute silence, every movement perfection in slow motion. After his workout he repacks the bag. Adds a few more logs and a fourth cube. Kneeling again before the fire until after she rises.

 

[Perplexia]

With the sun down she sat up right and stretched out her arms. Cocking her head to the left she observed him kneeling in front of the fireplace. He looked to be meditation, she had heard stories about it.
Straightening up her head she turned it to the left hard cracking it, then to the right, cracking her neck again. The sound alone gave most people the heebie jeebies. It wasn't as if she was going to actually die when she broke her own neck. It was a parlor trick, but it also felt great.

Her eyes scoured the room for the food he had promised, yet no one had arrived yet.
"I require substance" she declared in Italian breaking the silence.

 

[Raven_Timothy]

Ryan listened to her movements and popping, unmoved by the sound. Then he heard her request for substance. Neither smiling nor frowning at the fact that it sounded more like a command. As he finishes his meditation he springs to his feet. Squatting in front of the fireplace he turns his head. He acknowledges her request with a nod and the word "hia".

Still at a crouch he leaps into the air for an inverted kick. His foot slamming into the rafter with a resounding thud. There is a flash of silver and steal. Then the sound of metal on metal. Just before he lands she hears "poof poof"two smoke sulfurous clouds rise quickly from the middle of the room. When the clouds fill the room Ryan lands moving quickly and silently past her into the cloud. As she starts to move she feels the flat of his blade lightly touch her chest. She sits marveling for a second at the fact that even in the heat of combat his movements can be so soft as to seem harmless. The next instant brings the sound of sword on sword. Again, and again, and again they clash with speed and power unmatched in all of Europe. Sounds echo from all the wrong places. Foot steps shuffle be hind her as if there is no bed. A second time his blade appears from the smoke this time the ruins in the blade brush her cheek as two metal stars whip down the blade and into the headboard. The fight last but a few more sword strokes.

As the smoke clears she can see Ryan and the attacker. Their blades locked together. Their other hands holding secondary weapons at vital points on their opponent. There are small metal stars in every piece of wood in the room. A handful litter the floor and what looks like eggshells around the middle of the room. Her eyes flick back to the two men. They stand this way for a few more seconds. Then both men nod at the same time and their weapons are withdrawn. Ryan grins and his opponent gives a second nod. The other man turns his head to Selena and says "This is the girl? She does not look like she needs our protection." "Come!" Ryan says "let me introduce you two."

When they step over to Selena the man bows to her. Ryan speaks up, "This is High Lady Katerina Bella Nero. Katerina this is Tiatoure Masuta San." Looking to Selena he explains Masuta means master. He is ninja. They are like assassins but to simplify him that much, is a great insult." Tiatoure looks at the table and the pack sniffs the air. He looks at Ryan then back at Selena. Contemplatively he nods to himself then ask" How do you greet a friend in your land Katerina San?" Ryan's arm twitches as he says "normally they kiss on the cheek, or if they are good friends they kiss on the lips. But you already knew that." Tiatoure laughs " oh that Bella Nero. Forgive my old eyes. They do not treat me as they should these days."

As he leans down she can see that his eyes are almost solid white. (He is blind) with out removing his mask he touches his lips to hers for only a second. " I am at your service Ma Lady. I am also the first part of your meal. You see if I will do this, my men cannot refuse with out losing face. Um Honor."

Ryan clears his throat "Tiatoure San is a very old friend of mine. One that I trust with my life. Which he would have honorably taken had I been to slow or weak this morning. Ryan grins at his friends act of having sight. "Do not let him fool you he sees better than you and I." He starts to say something more but there is a knock on the door. (Its pattern is the same as the night before but stronger.) "I will see to it. You two should finish quickly. There will be more food later. This interruption is to important to delay long." Ryan steps out the door. Respectfully speaking to some one in the hallway as the door closes he stops talking.

 

[Perplexia]

The thought of moving out of the way was stopped by the warning of his steel blade against her chest. Many things pander her mind at this moment. The resounding clanking of medal with her accelerated hearing almost drive her to go berserk. Perhaps a less self controlled vampire just might. Tuning down the sound her brain she watched the movement of grace as if it was an exotic dance. The sense of danger excited her. Filled her senses with a rush, the only thing left would be the fresh scent of blood. Even the blade missing slightly brushing her cheek was invigorating.

Though this fight as intense and flashy as it was, there was still an element of danger missing. Perhaps because it wasn't aimed at nor included her. Though her eyes took in everything. The way they moved, the motions they made, and the skill in which they executed each move.

She watches as they end their dance of swords and bow to eachother with a deep honor and mutual respect. The other man turns his head to Selena and says "This is the girl? She does not look like she needs our protection." "Come!" Ryan says "let me introduce you two."

Ryan speaks again "This is High Lady Katerina Bella Nero. Katerina this is Tiatoure Masuta San." Looking to Selena he explains Masuta means master. He is ninja. They are like assassins but to simplify him that much, is a great insult." Tiatoure looks at the table and the pack sniffs the air. He looks at Ryan then back at Selena. She cocks her head to the side as he nods to himself then asks" How do you greet a friend in your land Katerina San?" Ryans arm twitching didn't escape her notice. As she was about to speak he then spoke for her. "normally they kiss on the cheek, or if they are good friends they kiss on the lips. But you already knew that." Tiatoure laughs " oh that Bella Nero. Forgive my old eyes. They do not treat me as they should these days."

Again Ryan speaks for her as the two converse before the door grabs his attention.

"the pleasure is mine" she finally responded to Tiatoure. "Like what you do with a sword there can be an art or beauty of feeding. She spoke lightly with almost a hypnotic sensual flavor to her voice. Her fingers danced lightly over his arm as she rolled up his sleeve. She waited for it, then there it was the smile of divine bliss that crossed his lips. Even the most discipline of men when he surrendered could find the utter bliss she provided as her fangs extended and sank into his arm.

Of course there was more then one way to feed, but the control and seduction was her mark. In a way it was thanking her food for their sacrifice. When she was finished she sealed his arm leaving not the slightest mark that she had fed. She took enough to sustain her, and not to injure him.

In a way it was a ride of bliss she took her chosen ones on a ride for.

 

[Raven_Timothy]

Tiatoure allows her the blissful experience. Thanking her afterwards for not making it too painful. A chuckle at the end of his comment the only sign given that he was jesting. He faces her, his expression very thoughtful with a hint of some inner turmoil. He speaks half to her and half..." I truly hope that Ryan is right correct about you Katrina San. If the person at the door is who I think she is you need to know the words domo arigato." Tiatoure makes her repeat the words over and over like a teacher would until he thinks she has produced it close enough. "It means thank you most kindly. But to say it correctly in her own language make it more honorable."

He smiles at her like a proud teacher. Then he nods, at the exact moment there is a knock on the door. She can instantly sense that it is Ryan. He enters the doorway bowing slightly to both of them before entering the room the rest of the way. Behind him are two male samurai in perfectly matching green and gold armor. These two inter the room and post on either side of the door. Next inters a Japanese lady of extreme elegance and grace fallowed closely by a female ninja. It is the lady that draws Selena's attention, from her perfectly painted face to the tinny tap shuffle of her small feet. The ghostly white makeup with a hint of a darker shade making every perfect curve of her face stand out. The slightest hint of pink on her cheeks and blood red lips only adding a human quality to her beauty. Her clothing is of the finest silk, embroidered with lovely patterns. Every step the lady takes as she approaches looks like it took a lifetime to craft and a moment to execute.

It is at this time that Selena notices that Tiatoure who is still in reach of her, and Ryan who is right in front of her seem to have faded out of existence with out moving at all. She finds that she has to focus on one of them specifically just to see them. In her head she hears Tiatoure say " the only important human in this room right now is the lady. She is called a Geisha, and you and she share an art."

The Geisha steps forward and formally bows. " My name is Akia. You are Katrina San, yes?" The Geisha looks Selena up and down before continuing. "We have little work to do but it will take much time. Are you ready to start or do you need your morning meal first? The Geisha speaks with a very heavy Japanese accent. And the whole time she has looked only at Selena as if they were the only two in the room. After receiving Selena's response she says "Hai"(yes or as you wish) and bows at the same time. Then turning her head slightly towards Ryan she ask "Daimyo is everyone going to stay? Ryan responds with a single word "Iku!"(go) immediately the room is cleared of all but Ryan, Aika, and Selena.

 

[Perplexia]

If it's one thing that time has to teach a vampire, it's patience. Patience with humans was one of the most difficult things to master. She didn't understand what his point was behind this Geisha coming in. Nor was she in the particular mood to indulge. However, Tiatoure's mannerisms seem to create a soft spot for indulging him.

It didn't however stop her from sending a begrudging look on occasion to Ryan as she was all politeness and followed the instructions set before her.

The Geisha was an interesting woman indeed. Never had she encountered anyone of her grace and demur. There was a gentle of art of seduction about her. As Ryan had taught her she made some tea and sat down with the woman in a greeting fashion. It seemed that Selena was do for a makeover.

Her red hair was to be dyed a raven black. Introducing some powder she taught Selena how to cover her irish freckles and blend it to an olive perfection. Her hair naturally thick and wavy absorbed the black dye with a fury giving her a sheen of natural authenticity that if possible, made her even more beautiful.
It would seem these woman were of a high quality, and their company was much sought after. A glimpse of the wrist if done right was enough to send a man into a tail spin. The way she spoke with such a definitive nature was more refined and prestigious. Less words more eyes and smiles, seemed to be one of the major things she acquired.

Knowledge above all else was power. In the short time that Akia was there she learned as much as she could. Perhaps it wasn't the lesson she was meant to have, but Selena was an opportunist. Perfecting her art of seduction was her main power.

Ryan seemed to be going through a lot of trouble to have her transformed into Katerina. She wasn't quite sure what his angle was. But with the investment it was obvious he was making, there was more to this then simply being hired as her protector.

He was a mystery she would have to crack if for any reason her own welfare. But there was something about him as well that was different. Other then of course him being a daywalker. Why was he involving so many people that were close to him. Why was he putting them all at apparent risk? It was a risk for anyone to be in a room with a vampire. But this seemed to be a close knit of associates he was introducing to her. She had not killed him in his sleep, did this somehow make her trustworthy? After all was she not a demon by nature. Granted she believed herself to be above the average vampires. Hell, she thought she was above most of the elders. What was it that allowed him to value others lives so low?

Selena had not forgotten her earlier lesson and used "domo arigato" when appropriate with the correct annunciation and head bow. Akia seemed please with this and even went as far as to compliment her on her annunciation.
A few hours it took for the makeover to be complete, once it was done Selena no longer resembled the once tawdry self she had just yesterday.