Vampires a 3000 year legacey~ (Closed for Euphoria_Lora)

[Eternal_Blade]

For millennium the vampires have lived among the humans; warping history to their benefit, and always keeping secret their identities. They have on more than occasion found other creatures that execute this task of manipulation as well, and when ever they do it always leads to war. Currently they war against a race of creatures that call them selves demons; these creatures both powerful, and foul have given the vampires the greatest trouble of their 3000 year existence. The vampires first came across the demons about a century ago when they were excavating an old human monastery, and were attacked by these creatures whom the humans had sealed away long ago; perhaps even before the vampire gene came to existence.

 

[Eternal_Blade]

Name: Troy Raioul
Race: Human that's slowly turning vampire
Age: 22
Gender: Male

Description: Standing at just under six foot tall, with a lean muscular build, and shoulder length raven hair. His eyes are a clear azure, and his skin has recently turned pale.

Story: Troy lived your average suburban child hood; til he was 18 when he joined the military. This had been the one place he had ever excelled in his young life, and he was quickly given one promotion after another till he was finally the leader of a special operations team. That was till he seen a group of vampires, and demons fighting in the same area that he and his team's last mission was to take place. They soon tore his team apart while never breaking from fighting with each other, Troy managed to not only survive, but to complete the mission, however when he told his commanding officers about the creature that moved faster than humans, and could rip trees from their roots he was sent for a psychological evaluation. After just a few visits to the shrink he blew up at her, and was soon told he had post traumatic distress from seeing his entire team killed, not long after that he was given an honorable discharge. Troy couldn't go home after what al had happened, and so he moved to the city, and got a job as a bouncer. All seemed to be peaceful except for the occasional bar fight, but he could never get over the feeling that their was something different out their, and that he had seen it. This lasted for almost an entire year, but one day he had been escorting a girl out to her car, when they were attacked by a small group of vampires. He sent the girl off, but she hadn't even made it teen paces before one of them took her to the side to feed on her. Troy being in the best shape a human could possibly hope for managed to fight for some time, but he did not possess the near limitless energy that a vampire did, and so he tired. Eventually they surrounded him, and begun draining him. Little did they know that he had already fought their kind before and remembered some of the weaknesses he had found during his time in the military. He managed to get his last knife from his belt, and stabbed one after another of them in the heart, and then he ran. One week later Troy finds himself in a great deal of pain as his body tries to fight the virus that is slowly trying to make changes in his physiology, as well as being hunted by vampires who want to capture him.

 

[Euphoria_Lora]

Name: Elizabeth Altanas
Race: Vampire
Age: Somewhere around 500 years old.
Gender: Female

Description: Elizabeth is a somewhat tall woman, standing at 5'6 inches tall, with a slender figure, and sensual curves. Her attire generally consist of dark clothing that blends well into the shadows, usually of leather make. She has mid-back raven black hair, and pale blue eyes. Her lips are perhaps the most colorful pieces of flesh she has, being a deep scarlet color.

Story: Elizabeth was a young girl, born in the 1500s. Her life was a quiet one living on her fathers farm. That only lasted until she was 17 though, at which point the slayers war swept across Europe for the fifth time. This time it was also wrought with a witch hunts, as these dark ladies were said to be in league with the creatures of darkness. Her mother and father were accused of being involved with the creatures, and were soon after being executed. During the execution though, a vampire somewhat more heartfelt then the rest, saved Elizabeth from this fate. His intentions were not completely pure however, and after saving her the man told Elizabeth she would have to repay her debt. He turned her then, and since she has roamed the earth as one of them; preying on human lives, and fighting the wars that wrought the society of the dark ones.

 

[Eternal_Blade]

Troy walked carefully down the dark alley seeking a place to hide, and more importantly a place that could be well defended. His form hugged some what close to the wall, trying to conceal him self in the shadows for all the good it did him. He heard a noise, and knew that they were close; they were hunting him: and he assumed that he may not ever be able to shake their pursuit. Troy looked up the alley way as the full moon reflected off the slight puddles in the cement from the previous days rain. His face then looked down the alley and he noted shadows which brought a sigh from his lips. It's not them, they haven't caught my scent yet. That won't last long! Troys thoughts were not unfounded for they had attacked him every night for an entire week, but he was getting better at fighting them; even that though was due to the fact that his body was changing. He was becoming stronger, faster; even his mind had seemed to become sharper, but he wasn't fully turned, and worse yet his body was fighting it, or he was fighting it he wasn't really sure.

He began to continue down the alley toward his destination; it was an old warehouse that held weapons from an old army surplus, though why the gangs in the area hadn't found out about it he didn't know, but he had spotted it during the day while looking for a place to rest. His body moved as if nothing more than a flicker in the shadows he tried to hide in, but that didn't matter for the vampire watching from the roof across the alley from Troy whom not only were able to see in the dark, but could wrap them selves in shadows to better hide from the eyes of their prey. These six had learned a bit of respect fro Troy, and so they hung back for now waiting for the cross ways in the alley up ahead where they could use their advantage of numbers against the well trained semi vamp.

As he neared the cross ways he felt their presence, could smell them, and knew they were their. He didn't stop however knowing that it would alert them to his knowledge of their presence, he looked at the cross ways realizing what they were waiting for, and knowing that it held their best advantage, while giving him only a slightly better chance at escape. His hand slipped under the leather coat that had recently been torn in areas around the shoulders, and back to his belt for the knife that was sheathed there. He felt it's comforting grip, but knew this was the best ambush they had laid for him yet. I bet there all six of them this time, but I wonder if they have yet to realize how much more my body has changed since the last time I seen these six? Troy steadied him self with a sigh, and seen a glimmer of shadow move across the roof tops. Shit they noticed me Troy moved away from the lip of the alley running dead center not wanting to be pressed against the wall when they finally came down.

The first one swept down a little anxious to take this partial human in, and be done with this odd job they had been given by one of the masters. The vampires hands both held highly modified pistols of some sort, and he began firing at Troy hoping to land this one quickly. Troy ducked always from the first two projectiles, and kept him self dead center in the alley way moving left to right from time to time trying to keep his form a hard target; then from the side he heard something, but didn't have time to look before feeling something hit him in the shoulder. Troy realized he'd been hit, but what other choice did he have but to run, and so he tried to quicken his pace. Only as he heard the next noise did he realize that those pistols must not have held bullets but rather darts of some sort as the didn't make the expected sound of a gun shot that would have echoed off the walls for miles in a crowded city like this.

He made it past the cross ways, and was hit several more times before arriving at the doors of the ware house. Instead of messing with the lock, and chain that held the doors together he jumped up to the window which even with his new strength was a remarkable feat. He grasp the ledge before three more darts hit him squarely in the back, and then he pulled him self not only to the ledge but right through the window to land easily on the floor of the ware house. As soon as he landed the knife on the back of his belt was in his hand, and he moved quickly and silently into the ware house full of old dusty boxes. He maneuvered him self through the the near maze of boxes trying to find a good ambush point, , but then felt a hand hit him in the back of the head which sent his form flying into a crate to which he discovered was empty.

He looked up, and seen the man dressed in black with a bald head a black goatee. "Damn that hurt you know that?" Troy questioned trying to buy him self some time. The vampire responed with out missing a beat. "It was suppose too" Troy tried to rise to his feat but the large bald vampire was upon him, but only to catch a knife in the chest as Troys hand slammed into the creatures hardened chest bones driving the knife through it's heart. Before it had even turned to ash Troy was already to his feat and moving trying to get his bearing. Is this not the right place, or is it, and the gangs did ransack it for the guns? Troys thoughts assaulted him with negativity. As he ran through the were house he noted that most of the boxes were broken in the back which left them looking upon first inspection as though everything was in perfect order.

Troy eventually stopped as he found two vampires looking him in eye from but thirty paces away. "Boy you guys just don't give up." Troy stated between breaths. Their response was to just look at him, and he knew then that they had no intention of letting him distract them once again. He barley heard the sound of a rotted piece of wood behind him crack beneath the feet of a vampire that was approaching fast, and as he heard it two more came at him from both his sides. This was one of those occasions that he thanked the hard training that of Thai chi which focused on using your opponents movement against them. Troys left foot pivoted right, and then he spun back toward the one running at his back, and grabbed the back of his shirt slinging him into the two that had been jumping at his sides; the three collided with a sickening crack.

While Troy was on his heels the other two rushed forward, and around the pile of their comrades whom were unconscious and regenerating slowly. Troy however had already aught his balance, and his knife stabbed out towards the first ones chest; that vampire turned to dust, but the other one slammed it's hand into the Troys throat knocking him a full twenty feet toward a group of crates to which he slammed hard into and many of the broken pieces pierced his chest and stomach. He cried out in pain even as he was pulling the wood out of his body to allow his form to regenerate; which was the only thing that saved him at that moment for it gave the last conscious, or alive vampire pause. "Not only has your regeneration started, but it's: better." The vampire said in a tone of disbelief which gave Troy time to recover a bit.

Troy managed to get to his feet his wounds all but healed. "I still have little fight left in me." He said in a shaky voice. His body shook violently as his knuckles whitened around the knife he had managed to keep a hold of during his flight and decent. The vampire bowed at that moment as if in recognition of his abilities, then the creature rushed forward. Troy threw the knife at the rushing vampire having already predicted it's speed, and then spun to the side in a kneeling position as if wounded. The vampire not only dodged the flying blade but caught it as he did so, and was upon Troy in but a second. As the creature was about to kill him, Troy brought forth a piece of wood out of his shoulder, and plunged it through the vampires chest. Troy took his knife from the vampires hand and ran toward the others who were trying to come too, and struck them all in the heart with it.

His breath was coming raggedly as he searched the entire were house, and after an hour he found nothing, it had been completely looted. "Well so much for that idea." Troy said in a sarcastic tone to the open air. He then searched over the six he had killed in the were house, he found only a few odd bladed weapons to which he had never seen before, and the pistols which held darts. At the remembrance Troy checked his back and shoulders finding that the darts had not been able to penetrate his coat, which over the last week had been ruined. He threw it off in favor of the still in one piece long coats that they wore, and then noticed that the last one he killed had a ring on his finger with an odd symbol, it looked oddly familiar to him, but Troy for the life of him couldn't remember where he would have seen something like that. He pulled it off the vampires finger, and for convenience slid it on his finger, before looking for a spot that looked even partially suitable to sleep.

He finally settled on a large pile of chains that looked like it might give way if only just a bit. He settled down in a sitting position to get some rest. How long has it been since I was able to sleep? His thoughts floated as he had already begun to doze off. His dreams however were filled with what could only be described as nightmares, they however weren't his own, but rather some one else s. Their were two armies in a large open valley one of half wold people and what Troy had come to recognize as vampires fighting in a vicious battle, they fought to the death as if some thing greater than their lives were at stake. Troy could only watch from afar as the battle raged on down below, he could see the swords of the vampires clashing with the claws of the wolf people, and then he remembered another legend of lycanthropes.

The werewolves, and vampires fought for what seemed hours. Soon however Troy found him self awakening from his slumber, as the last rays of sun stung at his eyes as the sun had just goten in position to blare through the window the west. Troy realized he had over slept, and so collected his form, and went back out the window he had broken through. By the time he had gotten outside he noted that the sun left barely a slight of twilight, and knew they would soon find him. How long can I keep fighting them off, that last was was stronger the rest I've fought, and every one I fight seems to be stronger in one way or another than the last? As the disturbing thought plagued his mind he began walking back to the cross ways hoping to find a late model car that way. The newer models couldn't be hot wired, and he would need to move fast before others caught into the scent.

 

[Euphoria_Lora]

The moon outside the window was full, and imposing; a real watching crest that shined out over the landscape, bathing it in the recycled rays of sun. Sitting there, at that window, Elizabeth couldn't help but think on how long it had been since she had seen any rays not recycled from the star. Though, since she had learned of the demons, it had been hard to look upon the moon in the same way. Use to it was a comforting thought, one that told her even now as a vampire she could still gaze at the sunlight in some way. Now that she knew what was up there though; it had been hard to think of it with such beauty anymore. Supposedly the demons made their home at the moon; as if it was the very netherworld spoke of in the legends. The creatures used the connecting points between the moon and the earth; something called a lunar portal that allowed them to transport instantly between the two places.

It was at that very moment that Elizabeth's concentration on her own thoughts were broken, by the imposing voice of her master. "So, have you read the report?" He said to her, as he came up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist. this movement enticed a slight giggle from her lips, before she turned to face him, locking him with her pale blue eyes. "I read it; it seems strange though. Surely you know that no human could take on four vampires by himself." She responded to him with a look of seriousness on her face. Her master, Lucian Karthian, merely shook his head at her words and replied. "Surely you remember the slayers, the very humans that pushed you into the middle of all this." Were his words back to her, as he let go of her waist, and circled back around to look her in the face. Elizabeth, once again shook her head, and once again, giggled doubtfully. "You of all people should know that slayers use their wits to kill us, none could truly stand in combat with us; they are too frail." She said to to him, before looking him directly in the eye, and follwing with. "They are cattle for a reason...." and there she let her words trail off.

Lucian chuckled at her response, and shook his head at her with a knowing smile crossing his lips. "You know you use to be one them, how do you talk about them so." He asked her, reaching out to trace his finger along her cheek. Elizabeth jerked back her head from his hand and shook it head lightly. "That was a long time ago; you know that." She said again, before turning to walk away, her from slinking toward the door. She stopped her pace as she reached the doorway, and turned to look him in the eye. "I'll look into the matter, though don't expect me to come up with anything too definitive. He's after all, just a human." She said, before walking out the door, and shutting her closed behind her. She had work to do, and if her inkling was correct, then the six sent at him the night before were already dead. The only reason that wasn't shocking to her, was that there was already something more unusual about the man; he was turning on his own.

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The twilight rays passed overhead as she she kept the hood of her long coat, pulled down over her head. The twilight could still scorch her if she wasn't careful, but light reflecting black held it at bay quite nicely. Her waiting was rewarded as she noticed the figure walking through the alleyways; the very figure she had been looking for. "Let's see how much life you really have." She said to the open air, as she turned from the roof top, and began to slink down the side of it, the trails of her long coat passing behind her in the wind. Her form truly moved like a blur upon the rooftop, and at worse with no noise. She came to the cross ways of the alley, so obviously still stained from where the six prior to this night tried to take him in. She looked down at him as she tried to pass, and shook her head. "How does one such as yourself stand up to your greater kin?" She whispered to him mentally, her mind invading his for a moment, before she leaped down from the rooftop, and pulled the gun from her coat, firing three quick shots at his feet before she landed squarely on the ground before him.

She locked her pale blue orbs with his own as she took three steps forward, but before he could act toward her movements, she disappeared from sight for a second, and appeared behind him placing the gun squarely to the back of his head. "You know, the ring on your finger says you wouldn't be caught like this by me." She whispered again into his mind again, attempting to unnerve him with her lack of pysical speech. She leaned in close to the back of his neck, and inhaled the scent deeply. "You still have the blood of a human inside you; that's rare." She whispered aloud into his ear this time, as she pushed him further forward with the gun. She could guess the only reason he hadn't retaliated thus far, was the fact that her gun was placed at his heart from the back. She knew well that if he had the speed to kill the vamps from the warehouse, that he could likely dodge the bullet before it hit him in the back; and for that matter, he likely did too; that still didn't stop the thought she had already put into him that she was greater than the others he had encountered.

Elizabeth then leaned in closer to his ear, whispering into softly again. "Now tell me, what happened last night?" She said, her lips only inches from his ear. the smell of his blood was distracting however, and as he whispered his own words, she seemed to miss them, and when she leaned closer to ask for a repeat; his sudden movement surprised her. His actions were so swift, that she had literally lost them for a moment. The man grabbed her by the wrist, and slung her into the wall, disarming her of the gun as he did. Elizabeth managed to twist her form in the air, to land with her feet on the wall before she impacted it however, and locked him with a dangerous, and very cold stare. It was at that point becoming clear, that this task, wans't going to be easy.

 

[Eternal_Blade]

Troy heard, or more felt the words in his mind as a woman began talking into his head. The mind talk didn't surprise him so much though, for the other vampires that had hunted him thus far had to keep in touch some how for the level of coordination that they had shown against the gorilla tactics he used. He continued walking almost as if he hadn't even heard her only the pause in his step alerted her to the fact that he had indeed received the communication. As he continued Troy hoped to get in a more easily defended spot when a barrage of three bullets were fired at his feet to keep him from advancing. Then she was standing in front of him, and he knew instantly that she must have been one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen though he put his concentration to the task at hand, and begun to say something but then she was at his back with that gun pressed against his left rear side; the weaker rib bones to which the bullet would more easily penetrate. As her second mental thought invaded his psyche he began to wonder what she might be, he had seen vampires that could wrap them selves in shadows, but never one that could: transport through them. His ring began to burn at his skin or at least it felt like it, and his mind was flooded with yet another vision as her breath was sent on back of his neck making his body shudder.

The vision showed the woman he now spoke to being trained in the art of swords man ship, she was nothing more than an apprentice then. However the memory clearly showed that she had potential or that's what the thought was anyway. Then his mind jumped back into the present her gun to the back of his ribs, and her asking some sort of question as if she had been made to repeat her self. His left hand reached up grabbing her by the wrist with a sharp twist to make her let go of the gun while spinning his body out of the way of the bullet he thought would come, but it didn't. His right hand then grabbed her at the back of her hooded long coat; throwing her towards a wall with as much follow through as he could hoping to crush her skull as he had done to so many other in the past few nights. That would of course not kill her but disable her temporarily which would give him time to deliver the finishing blow. As he looked up to where she would be he realized she wasn't like the others he had fought so far, and her cold glowing pale blue eyes bore into him trying to size him up.

"Now that's a new trick, or is it an old one you were taught over the past five centuries?" His voice coming out far more calm than he felt, and the blood pumping through his body showed such as the arteries in his neck pulsed with blood giving him a headache for his new rapid metabolism was running off of no food for going on three days now. He looked her up and down as he too sized her up, and what little information the vision had given him about her. His fist clenched as he seen her just standing on the side of the wall, her near hateful glare coming his way with an almost shocked expression. He began to walk towards her his long coat fluttering in the night wind as he began to speak in once again calm but this time sarcastic tones. "Your the first to talk before you attack me though, I must admit it's good to find some conversation." His hands swept wide emphasizing his clothing which was caked with his own blood along with the dust from many vampires.

He paced back and forth across the ally his eyes not leaving hers for if any thing could give any indication of her motives it would be her eyes, or at least that was how it was with all the others. "Tell me? Do you enjoy polite conversation? If so maybe you could clear something up for me; why do you people still hunt me? I've stayed low enough, did I kill the bosses son or something?" His voice was ever questioning but held steady even under her penetrating gaze, however even as his voice stayed calm, his body was shaking the adrenaline almost over whelming him. Though the strong soldier he was did not let him back off, and his stare was no less strong and even gave a off an azure glow of it's own albeit far weaker than her own.

 

[Euphoria_Lora]

Elizabeth's eyes kept locked on the man's before her. No way he could be human, the speed, the strength, those were growing signs of a full blood. No elder by far, but definitely stronger than a partial turned; and his power was only growing. She glanced back down to the ring on his finger, and wondered if he was being bale to adsorb the power of those he slayed; that was only something a fully turned vampire should have been able to do, but then again he shouldn't even have been turning without the aid of a master. His rant was beginning to get on her nerves though, and she locked her gaze back with him, as a dark smile crossed her lips. "Your hunted because your different; in fact, you should;t even be alive right now. But hunting time is over, your coming with me." She said to him with a smirk, before bounding up off the wall,and landing swiftly beside him. She knew his instincts would kick in at that point to try and fight her, but she was the more aware, having had nourishment, and plenty of it. She was able to back peddle twice, and glare him in the eye. "Your reactions are off you know; you need food." She said, as she backed up twice more.

The man was truly more than human, she could tell that right off. He seemed to have a greater mental capacity than any human should posses, and his words about her age had shown that he had gotten something from the ring. Was he having visions, or was it just in depth knowledge on their culture. She was willing to bet on the former from his words about their boss. It was obvious that he knew they were organized, but had no knowledge of the clans. "Tell me, do you enjoy starving yourself, or have you just not yet realized what your body needs? I doubt your that dumb in all honesty, so let me ask you; do you not have the stomach for it?" She said to him sarcastically, yet with a dead serious look in her pale blue eyes. Her slender form began to circle him at that point, eyes keeping straight on his as she continued on. "Your foresight is starting to get out of hand though, and if your not careful your burn through your energy too quickly. If onyl you knew how close to death that body of yours truly is." She concluded to him, before moving forward again to where her face was just inches from his own.

As Elizabeth stared him in the eye at the near deafening proximity, she let out a soft sigh, and looked up to what had quickly turned to the night sky. With that glance, she lowered the hood of her coat, and turned back to look at him, her face now completely unconcealed. "Your actions are too erratic, and before long you'll have much more than just vampires after you. Why don't you come with me willingly, it'll be easier that way, and I could show you how to feed," She said, as she paced back away from him, only to turn after just a few steps so that she could stare back into those odd azure orbs. "Well? What do you say? It's a better offer than the others will extend you, I promise that." She said, as she turned her form completely around to face him. She wondered why he hadn't realized the fact that they wanted him alive now. The tranquilizers from the night before should have been an indication of that, but then again, it wasn't as if he was in a conscious state of mind.

Elizabeth concluded that the man wasn't in his right kind at all, so even under the scrutiny of her question, even though the correct answer should have been obvious, he might still disagree. She kept herself ready for that troubling possibility, and even began planning possible outcomes if he tried it. Her mind could blink from one of these things to another almost instantly, without ever pulling her focus from the task at hand. It was perhaps the most wonderful gift of her advanced telepathy; but then again that wasn't saying much; most of the gifts, were more like cruses. She just listened intently though, and reached her hands into the pockets of her cloak, wrapping her hands tight around the handle of two daggers she had carefully placed out of sight within the leather. Even vampires reflexes would miss this, as it would just seem like she was putting her hands into her pockets. "Well, thought on it enough?" She asked impatiently, as she titled her head at him with a curious gaze.

 

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He was just about to answer her threat with another tirade before she bound forward landing right next to him, which sent his instincts whirling, and his right hand found the 9 inch hunting knife on the back of his belt. As he slid it from the sheath; it tore the long coat at the side just a bit, but she had already back peddled. She now circled Troy as if a carnivore stalking wounded prey, and he felt like a trapped animal. He nodded to her conclusion of his reaction time, and he now listened to her rant learning some thing he needed to know. He listened to her a stoic look on his once sarcastic expression, as she told him he needed to feed, and then she was staring him right in the face. Troy realized that he had partially blacked out for a second. He had missed the movement that put her inches from his face, and he finally inhaled not realizing that he had been holding his breath as she spun away lowering her hood. As her next words registered it confirmed a thought he remembered from the legends he had learned as a child that vampires truly needed blood to live. Maybe that's why it hurts so much, then again she could be lying Troy. Troy was barely aware of the thoughts as he lost sight of her a few more times.

His mind was spinning, and not just from her confirmation, but more from the foggy feeling in his head that seemed to blur everything under a cloud. At this point he was only catching about half of what she was saying, and knew that he wouldn't last much longer, she was right after all he had moments that he felt like he could do anything, but it was like a flickering fire that verged on extinguishing it's self. One moment it was the brightest fire you had ever seen, and the next it was dead; his outburst were much the same. Troy realized that he would have to go with her, but he couldn't yet comprehend what going with her might mean. He began to walk forward, and for all of his weakened condition he walked with perfect balance as he strode towards her. His eyes scanning her up, and down, but as he neared her position the wind blew his way bringing her scent along with it. She's scared of me? But in this condition she could easily kill me. His thoughts raced, and then another unfamiliar voice spoke into his mind. Oh you idiot you could have been killed many times, but they want you alive. You know that right? As the voice spoke to him he nodded slightly, but stopped in his tracks just inches from her.

His mind began to clear, and his body stopped hurting though he knew the temporary ability burst was over. The glow from his eyes went dead, and the normal human luster took them over as he gazed into her glowing pale blue orbs. "Very well then; I will go with you willingly: for now." The last of his sentence he spoke with a bit more hesitation. He again smelt the air, but he now smelt nothing. This is going to be interesting, I for one have voices talking to me about vampire, and then I have a hot vampire who's if only on a base level scared of what I might be. Just great Troy look what you got your self into this time. His thoughts trailed through his psyche at a slow pace. " So tell me where are we going?" He would have asked what was going to happen once they got there, but he was almost positive that she didn't really know.

 

[Euphoria_Lora]

Elizabeth scanned his forth as it lolled back and forth. He didn't seem hostile, but she couldn't be too sure in the state of mind he was in. She was surprised when he finally agreed however, and while he made it sound like a temporary thing, she knew he would see better when he became one of them. "We'll be heading to a warehouse, just east of here, and located a secure distance away from the sun." She said to him, turning around swiftly, and grabbing him by the hand to drag him along. His feet stumbled a bit at first, but soon he was well in the rhythm of the pace. She was slightly worried about him though; he seemed like he could pass out at any minute. She stared back at him, and whispered softly. "Don't pass out before we get there; I'd hate to have to carry you." She said in a half-mocking tone, before placing her eyes forward toward the path ahead.

Elizabeth moved from one alley to another, walking between the shadows, as she hurried along to her car. After all, while she could clear great distances quickly, there was no point when you could do it more discretely through the use of a vehicle. After a few more moments, the two arrived before a nice, spacious looking performance car. She turned toward him, and said in a soft tone. "Get in." As she circled around to the driver side, and opened the door, sliding her lithe frame into the seat with fluid grace. After she was inside the car, she looked about, adjusting the mirror, and all other tools used inside. After she was satisfied that everything was in order, she turned to him and said. "Buckle your seat belt; I drive really fast." and with those words she put the car into gear, and sped off at a high speed. She was currently swerving through alleyways, attempting to get onto a main road.

As they flew through the alleyways at extremely high speeds, she turned her head toward him to stare him in the eyes. "You look like hell. How long has it been since you were able to keep anything down?" She asked curiously, hoping it had only been a day or two, though she knew from the actions he was taking that it had obviously been a lot longer than that. She was curious why he hadn't already gone into blood lust, and drained every homeless creature in the area. It was then she noticed the odd structure of his jaw, and glanced at his teeth as he opened his mouth. "You don't have fangs!?" She asked with surprise in her voice, reaching across the seat to grip his jaw for a better look, while controlling with wheel with one hands. It proved to be a task not above her skills, for even with the distractions, and not looking at the road, she still controlled the car flawlessly.

 

[Eternal_Blade]

Troy heard her talk about the warehouse, and guessed what she meant by (a safe distance from the sun) was some kind of under ground building. His eyes flared slightly as she started pulling him along by the wrist like some disobedient child. Yes mother iceberg. The sarcastic thought ran through his mind. He sheathed the knife on the back of his belt as once again she mocked him in a tone as if speaking to a child. Boy! She doesn't like me. This thought held a bit more emotion than the previous did, as he buckled the knife in place. Though he didn't respond to her mocking words his glare toward her told a lot about how he felt towards them, and as they neared the car he tried to get his mind a bit more clear than it was before which proved to be a difficult task.

His mind was still in the clouds when he heard the soft voice telling him to get in the car, and it startled him as he wondered who it might have been but then her accent caught up with him, and he realized the soft voice had come from her. He looked at her oddly for a few seconds before opening the passenger side door and stepping in to take a seat, as he noted the many "accessories she had in her car. Well this was not what I thought to find in a vampires car. Goes to show you Troy don't judge taste by ice. This thought dripped with sarcasm as he looked towards her while she told him to put on his seat belt which he didn't as she pulled off at high speeds and a screech of tires on the slightly wet asphalt.

As she looked at him curiously he noted something in her eyes for just a second; an emotion, but then it was gone as she spoke her mind. "Three days, but I couldn't hold any thing down for days before that." He answered flatly as if there wasn't anything he could have done about it. He was about to look out the window, and try to calm him self when he felt her near iron grip take his jaw in her hand which looked far more delicate than it felt. "Agh! What are you doing?" he questioned before her question caught him off guard. "No I don't." He stated once again as he pulled his jaw from her grasp, and turned to look out the window. "Your a decent driver, for some one who learned well after their fourth century of life." He tried to change the conversation, though figured she wouldn't let it end at that.

As Troy looked out the window he felt him self get more tired than he had before that point, and he realized he was losing consciousness. Dammit! Not yet..... The thought was left unfinished for his eyes closed, and his form slumped in his seat. He could feel what was going on around him, and as they drove through busy streets he could hear heart beats from what seemed like thousands, and then even his sub-conscious blacked out. His dreams weren't filled with blackness however but rather true knowledge of vampire society, and even information regarding the ring he now wore. He didn't learn any knowledge of any vampires but rather just about vampire society, and the races they warred against. The imaged filled his mind faster than he could hold onto them, and the information made his head hurt even in his unconscious state.

 

[Euphoria_Lora]

Elizabeth grimaced as she forced his lips open, and noted clearly that his canines were normal. How was he supposed to feed? She mentally whined. I suppose he'll have to do it the old fashioned way; drink from a goblet. She thought to herself distastefully, as he wrenched his jaw from her grip. "Sorry for being rough." She said calmly, as she turned back toward road, pulling into the main street. She glanced back at him after his compliment, or sort of a compliment, registered in her mind. "Thanks I guess." She said, as she turned her head to glance at him again. she was surprised to see only a mass of slumped against her car window, and shook her head. "Are you alright?" She called to him, moving her hand over to nudge him softly. She could still hear his heart beating, and smelled the almost purely human blood pumping through his veins. He was still alive, for now at least.

Elizabeth sped up even more after that discovery though, pulling out into the fast lane, and cutting onto the interstate; they would do better on the highway. She couldn't help but be thankful how much more empty the streets were at night; not that she had ever driven in the day, but common sense lent her a glimpse at how congested it would likely get. Her driving was flawless the entire way toward the warehouse, and in about an hours time she drove up to the front of it. It was just outside the town limits, and not far from the woods. Not many to find them around these parts, and even better no other creatures that lurked around; at least not any she knew of. She slid from her seat at that point, opening the car door, and circling around to his side. She opened it up, picked him up out of the seat, and began walking toward the warehouse. As she reached the doors, she lifted but a single hand and pulled them opened. She then walked inside, shutting them behind her, and moved over toward something that looked like an operating table, and draped him across it.

Elizabeth then walked to the other side of the room, gathering a few supplies from the cabinet, the most noticeable being a serrate of crimson liquid. She tested the needle, and nodded to herself before walking to his side. He had been asleep for nearly four hours now, and she needed to bring him back before this became too dangerous. She cleaned an area with a cotton swab, more out of ease of use then trying to be sterile. With that she plunged the serrate into his vein, pulsing the blood deep into his system. It was human blood, synthesized using special herbs that boosted the system; something akin to adrenaline to a vampire. This should do the trick. She thought to herself, as she backed away from his now thrashing form. She knew it wasn't a pleasant way to wake, but it was all she had. "Are you alright?" She asked toward him, leaning on her right side a bit as she glanced his way.

Elizabeth couldn't help but be surprised at his reactions to the "drug". It was almost as if it was a super charge to him, but given the fact that he had never had normal blood before, what did she think the supped up version was going to do. Yes, she should have seen it coming, she thought as his veins popped out, and color came to his skin for a brief moment. "Very good isn't it; almost like a nice energy supplement, only ten fold eh?" She said slightly amused, as she walked toward a mini fridge to the right of him. she opened it up, and looked around for a brief moment. There's the O positive. She thought as she seen the unit of whole blood. Vampires tended to carry rations at their safe houses; something she hated, but was glad of now. She pulled it from the confines of the fridge, and glanced back toward him. "I've got you some breakfast; try to drink it all down." She said as she moved to his side, and indicated the unit of blood to him. "Hope ya don't mind O positive." she said as if talking about a brand of soda, or wine.

 

[Eternal_Blade]

Troy's vision was showing him different symbols, and teaching the language of vampires to him when all of a sudden he seen a scarlet symbol for a fleeting moment before his psyche was jump started back to the world. His upper body bolted up to a sitting position as his hands dug into the solid steal table he had been laying on. He felt a great deal of pain in his mouth as her words of amusement about how the serrate had worked on him, and then blood dripped from the corners of his lips as his mouth opened up to reveal fangs growing with the sound of bone scraping bone. His still human blood pumped furiously as the muscles in his body bulged for a moment and then returned to normal. He looked at her his eyes now glowing with the soft azure glow she had seen back at the alley, and he recalled everything that happened before he had passed out.

She returned from the fridge with the unit of whole blood, talking about the crimson liquid as if it was a brand of soda that she didn't like, but was all she had. His tongue traced the outline of his lips retrieving the blood his body had lost, and he answered her question in a calm but invigorated voice. "Yeah it should be fine." His mind was a blur as he realized that he had just spoken the words in a language he had not previously known; it was the language of vampires. He blinked twice as if trying to remember something important but just couldn't get it from his own sub conscious. He then reached out taking the bag of bodily fluids from her, and placed the cold bag on the artery in his neck to cool the blood that was pumping far to fast for his comfort.

He let it set there for a few seconds, and then brought the bag to his mouth and with one fang punctured a hole in the bag, and the squirted the liquid into his wanting mouth as if a sports star might have ingested water while on the field. It didn't take long and the entire bag was dry, and once again his tongue licked at his lips. He noted that his skin looked more like flesh than it had in days as a slight color returned, but not near what he had before he had been bitten. He then looked back at her starring her in the eye. "Are we in the warehouse you spoke of?" He questioned as if trying to connect the dots of what all might have taken place since he had passed out not sure of how long it had been, and once again he surprised him self with the vampire language he was using with some amount of fluency.

 

[Euphoria_Lora]

She noticed the azure shine emanating from his eyes, and then down at the now protruding fangs she had missed before. "It seems you wont have to deal with packaged blood for long." she said to him, before being surprised with a fluent tongue she hadn't expected to hear. How did he learn the secret language? She thought to herself, before glancing back down to the ring. Of course. She thought to herself again, and sighed frustratedly as he took the package of blood from her hand, and neatly punctured it with a fang. she noted he seemed already use to using his teeth for odd jobs, and decided quickly that he must have been one of those troubled kids always using their canines to open things not thin enough for them to usually puncture. She supposed that wasn't a bad thing now, considering what his new food source would be. Most had trouble with the transition from fork to fang.

Elizabeth looked at him a bit distantly as he asked her about the warehouse, and returned his question with a slight nod. "Yes, were inside the warehouse. It's a safe spot for vampires; close to enough to human lands, and far enough from our enemies." She said to him, fluently speaking the vampiric tongue herself considering it seemed to be his preferred method of speech today. A smile half crossed her lips as she noted his slight imperfections in the language; given no one over under three centuries would have noticed. "You catch on to things rather quick, don't you?" She asked in the tongue of her kin, moving her eyes to lay bare to his own. She gazed deep within those orbs of his; so beautiful, yet too much life in them for the eyes of a true vamp. She wondered how long it would be before he lost that color.

Elizabeth decided then and there not to worry about it, figuring such a worry might impair her judgment to get things done. She walked back to the cabinet, and pulled a knife from a sheath hidden within it. She looked back to him for a moment, and tossed the large blade his way. "That will do you more good, considering the only enemy even close to here are lycans. It's silver, meaning it will do better than that steel wrought blade of yours." She said, her tone speaking of the blade as if it was inferior. She knew well he didn't know many of these things, but it was a good thing he was learning quick considering the job her master wanted him for. He hadn't told her exactly what it was, but considering what she had already seen, it was easy to make a guess.

 

[Eternal_Blade]

Troy heard her more state than ask that he was a quick learner, but non the less she seemed to want answer. "I have always been good at picking up: things" His voice a bit reserved at the out of place question, and all of a sudden he suspected that she either knew or suspected something. Her eyes bore into his, and the almost too bright glow that came from her eyes, it was what he had seen earlier, and then just as quickly as it came, it was gone. Damn she pulled it back. She is good at hiding her emotions, or I just suck at reading them. The later thought he didn't really believe, but it came uninvited anyway.

He continued looking into those glowing pale blue orbs, and was reminded of the blue glow sticks that special operations often used in areas of little or no light. It was a color he had often liked, a color that had always calmed him under harsh circumstances. Whoa now! That's just a little too much to think about some one you may have to kill. the sour thought raced through as she spun around and walked towards a cabinet. There she retrieved a knife not so much different in design than his own; maybe a little bit longer, but the same design.

Troy caught the blade with subtle ease, and put it into a spin around the back of his hand to catch it in the palm once more. As he heard her words of this knifes silver material, and the tone spoke as if his blade was inferior in more than just the material it was made of. "The blade: it's lighter." He stated in an almost distant tone as he remembered something from his high school mythology class, he remembered the teacher speaking of Lycans, and the many places in the world that they were mentioned in history. "So lycanthropes huh? How very: interesting." His words were spoken with some amount of disdain for if what he learned in mythology class was true then they were not something you wanted to meet.

He jumped up to stretch his legs as they had grown a bit stiff, and replaced the silver blade with his own. Then he looked towards her; his eyes no longer glowing though he looked a lot more alert than he did earlier. She seemed in deep thought with a concerned look crossing her beautiful features, he decided to ignore it, and move the conversation along. "Are we staying here for the night, or day? I seemed to have lost a bit of time back there." His voice was full of confidence as he was feeling better than he had in nearly a week.

 

[Euphoria_Lora]

She giggled slightly at his words of the blade being lighter, and turned her head a bit more distantly from him. He was wearing at her a bit, and that sort of thing bugged her beyond belief; never the less, she had a job to do; and it would be done to the point. She turned toward him, answering the question she had left in the air for a moment wile in her own thoughts, and responded. "Yes, Lycanthropes. Generally werewolves; though sometimes were unlucky enough to find something different." She said to him softly, her tone a little more reserved than before. She ahted shelling up like this, but in her lifestyle it was a necessary evil; something she hated doing, but always found herself at odds with. That thought alone made her a little sluggish, and she barely caught his next question. "Huh?" She said, eyes a little dazed, before shaking her head softly. "Ummm, yes. We'll be staying here for the remainder of the night, and throughout the day. Unlike you I'm not able to walk amidst the sun." She said to him softly, before turning her head once again.

Elizabeth couldn't help but wander if her reservations were only serving to let him pry deeper into her soul; as if he could somehow chip softly at the barriers she had carefully placed up over her centuries of life. Not even any of the masters had been able to do that; including her own. She finally glanced back toward him, and let a soft stare linger on those lovely eyes of his before walking forward toward a door that lay to the right. She opened it up, and gestured for him to follow. Inside there was a room, softly lit by lanterns, and with a singe pane glass window, specially made only to let twilight rays inside. "You'll be staying here; unfortunately even the rays let in by that window could scorch me, however I would imagine you'd find it comforting." She said to him softly, as yet another sigh exuded from her tender lips. It was then she noticed how hard keeping him at bay could be, and cursed herself even more for the want to let somewhere in.

It was then Elizabeth turned from him again, and walked toward the front of the main room, and over toward a flight of stairs that led down underground. "My room will down here, if anything odd is to happen come alert me. I don't sleep much during the day, and mainly only rest for a little bit. Thus I need complete darkness surrounding me. If I'm in here, make sure that door stays closed." She said in very soft tones, as she glanced back at him near shyly. She was finding it a little hard to look into his eyes; something was there that made her weak. Something that chipped at her soul, a craving she hadn't known in a long time. Sure, much of it was his alluring blood, a scent so succulent it made her mouth water; but, deep within she knew it was something more; something far deeper than that. Without another word, she gave him a soft smile, and descended the stairs into the dark, hoping there she might find some peace.

 

[Eternal_Blade]

Troy blinked at how out of it she seemed all of a sudden which made a concerned look cross his handsome features; a look he knew had shadowed his features at that moment. He knew just how dangerous his own emotions would be if she ever decided he needed to die, and so he tried to push the concerned look from his face as she went on to explain that they would indeed stay here for a while. His features had become more quizzical as she motioned for him to follow her to a door not so far away, and as he followed her; he noted the grace in which she walked: it seemed to naturally accentuate the sway of her hips; it was a walk he had seen more than a few times during his over before it's time military career. He tried to ignore that as well; as she showed him into the odd room that seemed to have once been an observatory of some sort.

He nodded in response to her words of the light scorching her, and then his eyes followed her as she walked to a set of stairs that led down. "Understood." he replied to the words of leaving her alone in the dark, which to him seemed like a depressing way to spend the evening, but hey to each their own. He noted the almost shy expression on her face, however her eyes told far more of that than did her facial expression; she was clamming up around him, and from the look on her face: a near pleading look to not disturb her so she might get her emotions in check. Just as he thought he was about to see more from her she spun around, and was gone down into the darkness of the stairs.

Well great. Now you could leave if you wanted, but then you wouldn't find out what the rest of the story was. His thoughts far more dour than what this line of thinking would usually bring to him for he knew she was having trouble with him for some reason; though she wasn't the first person to have trouble with their emotions around him. She's not as much of an ice queen as I thought; in fact she has more emotions than she knows what to do with, and that is always trouble with the way she bottles it up. His thoughts were one of a bit more concern a fact that made him wince; for he knew if she either get the order to kill him, or have already received the order for a predetermined time those emotions would make his survival that much harder. Troy walked into the room a little deeper thinking to check it out for a bit, he looked through some of the closets, and some of the dressers. These vampires know how to dress though He thought as he rummaged through a dresser full of clothing.

He looked around and soon found what he was looking for, a shower. He gathered a bit of clothing, almost all of it designer clothing which even Troy with his childhood having been spent in the suburbs with a rich family hadn't been able to wear those fashions. He walked towards the bath room throwing the clothing on the sink as he pulled the shirt he had been wearing for a week now, and just threw it in the trash. He looked at his muscular chest which in all honesty didn't really look any different than before he had been bitten.

He ran his fingers along the scars just below his heart that had been inflicted by a demons claw's, his hand then traced along the large indention than ran down from his right shoulder all the way to his left hip covering the majority of his body for the sword like demonic arm that had done it had even severed his spine, the doctors had called it a miracle that it had healed so perfectly. He then spun around revealing to him self the fact that the large scar ran strait through to his back all the way from his right shoulder to his left hip; it had been the most painful experience of his relatively short life, and he had hoped becoming a vampire might have gotten rid of them. He then took the rest of his cloths off, and began showering to remove the week of dried on blood, and filth he had accumulated.

 

[Euphoria_Lora]

Elizabeth traveled down into the dark basement, her eyes trailing about it the room to scan it's contents. She nodded at the security camera's, noting each ones position, and that's when she noticed him. He entering his room, and taking off the grime covered shirt. She gawked for a moment of the way the scars crossed his body, and walked a few steps closer to the camera to get a better look. A demons claw. She thought to herself lightly, though as more clothes began to be shed, she turned towards the bed with a subtle gasp. You need rest. She told herself mentally, as she walked forward toward the bed. It was soft, plush, and comfy; not at all the coffins, or caves one might think of. She slowly crawled into bed, her clothes shedding as she did. Once she was comfortable, the covers pulled over her, and she held them to her, more to feel some warmth than anything else; and before long the darkness overtook her.

Elizabeth couldn't see it in her dream state, but all the camera's kept a good eye on the perimeter, both inside and out. She couldn't see the slight disturbances made by Troy before he went to bed, she also couldn't note the wind outside that brushed the trees along the sky, and most importantly, she couldn't notice the animal like movements coming from the tree line. her dreams however, held no key to this. They merely drifted along the already troubling thoughts she had had, prior to descending the stairs. She dreamed of him; not in the sense one might have thought she'd been doing, but rather something more. She dreamed that the two were back to back, interlocked in combat with some of the most dangerous masters in the clans. She dreamed of the two being forced to rely on one another, and surprisingly enough tearing through the entire clans. And then, her dreams went dark....

Elizabeth bolted upright from her dream gone nightmare squarely at that moment. Her eyes darted about, as the covers spilled off of her all but nude form. She looked about the room, and noted from the camera that Troy wasn't in his room. She jumped out of bed, clad only in her black laced panties. Quickly she got dressed in her leather clothing, and as the suit was being pulled over her head, she failed to notice the movement from the camera outside. It was only a flicker, but then the camera went dead, finding only static on the monitor. She heard the static, and pulled the top over her head fully, and turned to look a the monitor. "Oh, no." She said to the air aloud, and she leaned back on the bed to slide into her pants and boots. This wasn't going to be good.

 

[Eternal_Blade]

Troy stepped out of the shower in short order feeling a lot better having shed a weeks filth, he towel off quickly and went back into his room. He pulled on the pair of black cargo pants he had gathered before showering and pulled on a tight fit long sleeve shirt. Troy shivered slightly for it was just a bit cold in the room for his taste which he guessed felt more like room temperature to vampires but to him it was uncomfortable. He walked over to the pane glass window, and noted that even the moon gave off an weird glow through the odd glass. Tomorrow will be a full moon, and if what I was taught in class was any indication then we will no doubt have to fight our way out of here. His thoughts drifted grimly as he walked back towards the bed to lay down for the night.

Troys dreams were filled with more visions, and knowledge of the vampires. He learned more of their language, and more of their culture. The nights visions even told of four of the most powerful masters that still lived, all in all it was a disturbing night of sleep. After only four hours Troy form slid out of bed in a sheen of sweat as he pulled on the combat boots he had found in one of the closets; he wiped his brow, and grabbed his belt lacing it through the loops on the pants so that his knife was in place. He then looked out of the window and noticed that it was still day light albeit nearing sun set, and so he grabbed a long coat and went out side. It took him a while to find the door that led to a set of stair that would take him to the surface. Once out side however he hissed for his eyes burned at the bright light of setting sun, but it didn't last too long for his eyes grew accustomed to his sensitivity. How much longer till I can't bear the suns touch? His slightly troubled thought, forced him to look at the ring on his left ring finger.

Troy watched the last rays of the sun set, he had awoken thinking that she would already be awake with the way she talked about not sleeping much, but she had not been in the main room and so he had come to watch what he was guessing might very well be his last sun set. Soon enough it passed and the light of the full moon danced across the tree line. Troy easily noted the movements of a hunter when he seen them. These must be the lycans. Hmm: they must have already checked the perimeter last night. No wait they're enemies of the vampires, so they get to test the perimeter every night if they so choose. Oh! How fun! His thoughts were troubled all except for the last two for they just held the utmost sarcasm about the grim situation. He watched the forms carefully; his coat fluttering slightly in the wind as they tried to circle around closer to his position.

Troy bit his lip as the last rays of twilight fell across the western sky to leave the entire area bathed in the moons glow, and the lycans prowling around from shadow to tree. Troy had never once been scared in his life, and this occasion was no different. He waited for one of the creatures to make the first move but they didn't, they just waited in the shadows of the trees as if trying to size up an opponent they knew nothing about. Troy stepped forward a few paces looking at the sight oddly for he had thought lycans would have no control of their transformation, but these held a patience that he had not expected. Then to his surprise one jumped out of the shadows running strait for his form, but stopped short it's dog like snout breathing retched breath in his face. Before the creature had even made it close to his position Troy had the silver knife in his right hand ready for the attack, but it never came; their the beast stood just breathing it;s foul breath in Troys face.

The two stood their a few seconds longer sizing each other up, before the creature broke the silence. "Your not vampire; your not even human? What are you boy?" the beast said in a growling voice. Troys reply came in a silence as his azure eyes began to emit a soft glow which did not match the werewolf's glowing blue orbs. Troy stepped back wanting to put a bit of distance between him and the obviously strong, and in control lycan. The beast did not follow Troy, but seemed to take note of a movement behind Troys form. He could guess it was the vampire woman who had brought him to this place, and her smell moved through the wind confirming this. Troys eyes however were on this beast, while trying to keep an eye on the forms in the tree line.

 

[Euphoria_Lora]

Elizabeth leaped from the bed and began to rush up the stairs, her mind wondering a blur on what might have been taking place outside. She skidded to a stop when she reached the main room of the warehouse, and seen visibly the exchange between Troy and the Alpha. Dammit! She thought to herself, wondering slightly if he'd be all right. She knew he was good, but this was an Alpha-Lycan, not just some vampire on his way to becoming a master. She'd have to trust him with the fight at least for the moment, because the Alpha had already engaged him, and all around were sightings of his pack. This is going to be rough. She thought to herself at the sight of the other lycans, as he counted their ranks. 15, 20, no 30 of them. 31 including the Alpha. She concluded quickly, as she walked toward the garage door like opening at the front of the warehouse.

Elizabeth noticed they had caught her scent as she approached the field, and let loose a soft giggle, that dripped with danger. "He's my pet Narko, and if your smart you'll leave him alone. I can tell you now, he has a rather mean bite!" She spat to the lycan who was so bold to break their treaty; not that she had ever expected him to keep it. The Alpha chuckled her way, and shook his head."You say hes your pet, but I know better. He's not a vampire, hell your not even a master. You think me a fool!?" He retorted to her, baring his fangs for the fight. He looked Troy in the eye at that moment, and smirked a bit. Boy, let's see what you got." And with those streaming words toward Troy, the Alpha lurched his head back, and let loose a howl that warped through the forest; a call to those of his pack, that it was feeding time.

"Shit!" Elizabeth spat, before running five steps into a leap. Her jump took her off the ground, where she quickly drew two of her silvered blades. The first two lycans that had leaped from the trees to join the fray, found themselves slice at the necks, as she landed her jump behind Troy. "Hold him off, I'll take the others." She said, as she shot a foot out into an approaching lycans skull, causing him to double over, before she stabbed him in the head. Without another word, she jumped back into the air, and sent a wave of telekinetic force to mow down a group of approaching enemies. Large scale telekinesis wasn't strong enough to harm a group of enemies, but it sure made a nice road block when you found yourself in need of some time.

As Elizabeth landed her jump, she found herself lodged between two approaching lycans. A quick twist of he body, sent two blades flying out in a devastating arc, both of which caught each lycan in the eyes. Smoke seared into the air, followed along by their howls of pain, as they failed blindly into the air. She just threw a kick into each of their faces, before ducking low again to dodge the claws of two more that swiped out at her. Dammit, why do Lycans always travel in packs. She thought to herself with frustration, even as she rose from her crouch with a devastating maneuver. The blade in her right hand stabbed out to the right side, as she brought the one in her left into a deft slash before her. the silver blade in her right hand caught the skull of one of the two lycans, and buried deep into the brain before she withdrew it. This motion also caused her to have more follow through on the slash, which ripped the lycan first across the chest, and then again across the throat upon her second spin.

Elizabeth Jumped back after the cross engagement, noting those she had stopped with her wave of force were now getting back up. Troy you better be holding up your end. She thought, as she risked a glance to the side. Indeed, it wasn't being easy for the man, but he was more than holding up. Her thoughts weren't aloud to strong on too long however, for almost right away she was in another crouch to avoid the claws of more of the wretched creatures. I hate Lycans. She mentally whined, as she rose from the crouch with a leaped slash that caught both lycans across the throat. The lycans recoiled back, and gurgled with death, as they fell from her flanks. She then crossed the blades before her in a warning stance, as a near evil smile crossed her lips, and she backed into the shadows left by the trees. Her pale blue eyes were the only thing that shined out even with the keen eyes the lycans had, and she whispered to them gently. "Your not afraid of the dark, are you?" Her words seem to cut deep into the beasts, as they backed up slightly from her position. Oh, were having fun now. She thought with sarcasm, as she risked yet another glance toward Troy, hoping his battle was going as well as hers.

 

[Eternal_Blade]

Troy found the exchange between the lycan, and lady vamp some what amusing for it showed clearly that they hated each other with out recourse. Though as it ended and the alpha reared back it's head in a howl for he was cut short from finishing as Troy reached his right hand up in a subtle arc that left a wide open gash across Narko's throat. Troy knew it wasn't enough to kill the beast immediately, but it would eventually however they didn't have time for the beast to play out it's death throws. So He did an easy summer sault that placed him back to back with the lycan before his upper body made a subtle twist that that brought his blade up severing the beast's spine leaving the creature in a smoking heap upon the slightly damp ground. Troy was already moving to help the female vampire who was his ally in this fight, and as he moved lycan's prepared to keep the two apart though their resolve for the battle was waning for the packs alpha had been killed with ease.

As Troy neared the first group he skidded to stop short which made the already advancing lycans come up short of what they thought might have been the kill, and Troy strode forward bringing his body into a spin while raising his left foot placing it in an arc that kept his body balanced for the roundhouse kick that shattered one of the three that had stood in his ways lower maw. Then he brought the blade in his right hand up as his left foot found the ground severing the second one's throat which brought it to the ground very much dead. The other was already in motion bringing it's right claw into a cross slash that would have forced Troy to look at his own bowls, but he stepped to the creature right slamming his knife in it's head while trying to find her for she had just disappeared.

He scanned the path she had left till he finally found a group of four lycans standing close to the tree line examining the shadows, and then he noticed the pale blue glow that came from the patch of shadows. Realizing that it was her began running that way, and noted the fleeing forms of many lycans he guessed they must have been older, wiser beast that were howling even as they ran he guessed it was some sort of call for a retreat, or reinforcements he couldn't really tell. the four looking at the patch of shadows that she was hiding in all seemed scared as if they might buck and flee at any moment. His guess was right cause as they took note of his arrival he seen two of them run for the tree's just to the right of where the shadows were, and could guess with as many as she had already killed they would be dead soon after reaching the shadows that played along the forest line.

her glowing eyes disappeared then, and the two that stayed behind puffed out their chest as if they were not the least bit impressed by him, and so he concluded they were a couple of idiots. The one to his right jabbed out it's left claw in a thrusting motion towards Troys throat while the other slashed out at his legs forcing him in a position where he couldn't just duck the first attack, but wouldn't be able to just jump over the claws at his legs. He first brought the blade in contact with the one that had thrust it's claws at his throat placing the silver weapon in between it's iner most claws, while jumping onto the others slashing claw which he found surprisingly stable for the force of catching the first ones thrusting arm in between it's middle two claws. As they began to counter his maneuver he jumped back which the left the two severing each others head with their others claws. Well that was art! He thought distastefully as it hadn't been gratifying to kill them, it was just survival.

Troy scanned the forest his eyes glowing a soft azure as he searched for the lady vampire; his own emotions playing out more than he would have liked. Then the unfamiliar voice from before echoed into his mind once more. You didn't much care for killing lycans; did you? The voice already knowing the answer as it could see right into Troy's thoughts went on to it's next question. But you like her a bit too much? You do know that she may have been charged to kill you after they use you for what ever it is they want you for: right? The amused voice fell silent after laughing into Troys mind; leaving the young man standing there with his jaw set, and his eyes scanning the area for her.

 

[Euphoria_Lora]

AS Elizabeth's eyes trialed over, she noted Troy's form zooming fast toward her. She could see the obstacles that lied in his path, but she had her own task to perform right now. Her cold blue eyes shot right back to the lycans, as a grin of pure malice crossed her lips; not that they could see it. "Your all going to die." She said to them in a frightful low tone, causing two of them to bolt, while the other two jumped in toward the shadows. Immediately she faded to black, leaving the two remaining lycans confused as to where she had gone. They stood for all but a second, before a hiss broke the silence. With that hiss, the shadows imploded around them ,tearing and shredding the beasts to pieces. Blood spurted every which way, cascading along the trees to paint them crimson. Another second passed, and Elizabeth was on the other side, cutting down the first two who had issued the retreat, then her cold eyes scanned toward the others who backed away in fear.

A little more time passed as Troy conversed with the ring, and from the area she had warped a deathly scream was heard, as if a great howl from a dozen creatures. After the howl passed, Elizabeth stumbled from the trees, blood pouring from her left arm which tried to desperately to seal. Her vision was slightly blurred from the wound the elder had inflicted, but her eyes still caught clear the sight of Troy. His eyes had just found her, and she moved toward him at a bit quicker pace, glad to see he was alright. "Looks like you did well." She called in a dazed tone, as her wound finally sealed completely. She had lost a lot of blood, and she knew she needed to feed soon. Normally she could have lasted for a day or two with what she had drank the night before, but after a wound like that she needed more.

Elizabeth walked forward a few paces, her eyes staying locked with his. As she neared closer to speaking range, and she made a soft giggle, that sounded more hoarse than anything. "I hope you know how to drive fast." She said to him with a half smile on her lips, before stumbling to the side, and she answered the question she already knew would be coming, if it hadn't already. "Because I'm not going to be able to." These words were spoken a little more weakly, and as her eyes trailed back up to his, she felt herself fall forward. She noted him catching her in his arms before her mind went black, and then her thoughts were replaced by the visions of death; visions she tried hard to keep at bay.

Elizabeth swirled in the dark black abyss of her mind, as her psychic nature took over. Her mind prowled out through the depths of all those around her unconscious form, empowered by her loss of blood. She could see many thoughts from the minds that drifted past; belated thoughts of the dead Alpha, random thoughts of street pedestrians, and then the most interesting of them; his thoughts. She lingered on those visions for an unhealthy amount of time, her mind becoming enthralled. She let herself willing delve into the psyche of what had quickly become the object of her current desires, and knew full well that over half of it she wouldn't remember; but she didn't care. She was here now, and now was all she had.

 

[Eternal_Blade]

Troy's eyes roamed over the shadowed tree line, and it was then that he noticed that his vision in the dark was far better than it had been before that point. He heard the cries of anguish coming from what must have been at least a dozen lycan, and then all was silent. Troy thought about going and trying to find where she had gone, but he decided to wait for a bit longer to see if she would be heading back. Then he noted her form from the darkness of the tree's; she was stumbling and more importantly he could smell her blood pouring from the arm even before he could see the shadow of liquid drip from her fingers in a fine stream to hit the ground. He ran toward her as she quickened her pace towards him, and could now see fully the wound that her arm had taken. Ignoring her compliment for he thought it was unnecessary, he was about to question if she was alright, but then her second comment came forth after a ragged giggle.

Troys eye's met her's as she began to fall forward, and his form moved the last five feet that separated them catching her by the waist; pulling her into his arms. He looked for any other injuries, and was certain by the small droplets of blood that decorated her leather top that she had received a few on her neck but they must not have been that serious. Dammit! She must really hate lycans to have done something this stupid. Troy's chastising thought flooded his mind for but a brief second, and then he headed towards her car. He laid her down on the hood, and searched her pockets for a few seconds till he found the keys. He imagined that they usually kept a bit more blood at these safe houses, but yesterday when he had seen her get the unit of blood it had been the only one. He unlocked the door setting her in the passenger seat, and then walking around to the driver seat, and hopping inside before staring her up.

Troy was soon on the high way, though he didn't know where they were he had a good sense of direction, and was quickly back on his way to the city limits for he didn't know any where better to find food for her. Oh your going to be hunting food for her now are you? The ring mentally scolded. Listen I'm going to need to feed before long any way! Troys response had been sharp as he didn't really know how long it would be before he needed to feed, though he found himself hungry at that moment, so it was a good lie; though he knew the ring would see right through it. Sure: sure. You just go ahead and get her something to eat, so that when her master decides you need to die: she can help him do it. The ring said in an amused voice, and then was silent to let Troy decide on his own.

Troy was handling the car with out a bit of trouble as he seen in the rear view mirror a couple of flashing red, and blue light. "Oh how convenient." He said sarcastically to the open air, and then thought how fitting his sarcastic words were to the situation. Troy soon pulled over at the side of the road coming to a complete stop as he took a quick look at his attire and noticed that he didn't have a lot of blood on him; she on the other hand did, and so he decided he would have to move fast. One of the two officers approached the driver die of the car as he pressed the button on the car door to roll the window down. "Hello officer, how might I help you tonight?" Troy said in a kind voice. The cop questioned in an astounded voice. "Son do you know how fast you were driving just know?" Troy smiled as he made quick guess as to how to move the situation along. "Um yes officer, see this girl, I found her on the side of the road after work. She's got some blood on her, and I didn't feel a pulse, so I was headed to the hospital." His words flowed out with a flawless act of concern.

The police officer being slightly suspicious told him to roll down the wind of the passenger side seat so he could take a look, and so Troy did. He waited for the officer to get over there, and when he did Troy looked back towards the patrol car and noticed the blacked out back window. Troy looked at the cop with an expression of concern as the officer pressed his hand against her neck to check for a pulse, and then Troy leaned forward faster than the officer even seen and tapped him on the chest right above the heart with one finger which sent him into cardiac arrest. While the other officer grabbed the his shot gun, and then got out of the car Troy had pulled him self out the window, and was hiding in the shadow of the car moving silently behind this cop which was a woman. He moved up behind her as she was kneeling next to her partner about to call for an ambulance, but Troy pressed his thumb into the back of her neck which made her fall unconscious.

Troy then took the male cop who was about to die, and pressed his thumb under his rib cage, and the cop could breath once more, but found him self in an iron clad grip. Troy punched the cop once, and he fell into unconsciousness, before he reached back to the silver knife, and slit the cops wrist, before opening the car door, and putting the cops wrist to her lips letting the crimson liquid dance into her slightly open mouth. He could see her move a couple of time before she grabbed the arm, and sank her fangs into his wrist he then let the cop fall knowing she would take it from there. He walked over to the female cop who was an unremarkable woman in her late twenties, he leaned down with a sour expression, and punctured his fangs into her neck feeding as quickly as he could, though he was thankful that the high way was empty this night.

 

[Euphoria_Lora]

Euphoria's dreams were taking on a near carnal turn, with the thought so her own mind fluttering in with those that she was witnessing from Troy's. She could feel everything from the mental link so clearly, and craved to feel it in her very being. It was at that point she noted the sweet taste of crimson lust dripping freely on her tongue. Reflexively her throat swallowed, letting the first boost of scarlet energy rush through her being; and before she knew it, her hands were locked tightly around the wrist of the man above her, and she was sucking hard at the open wound, with her fangs creating even more puncture marks to drink from. The crimson liquid tasted so good, and as if drawn by the very act, she pulled the male figure in the car with her, and rose to his side to drink straight from his neck.

The blood lust went on for more than a few minutes, before her lips surfaced from the flesh with a ragged gasp. She breath hared for a few moments as the droplets of blood dripped from her lips, and she turned to look over at Troy. He was standing there, just seeming to have finished a meal for himself, and as he looked her way, her tongue peaked from her lips to clean the leftovers she had missed. "Good taste." She said with slight distance, as her mind wandered on how her body had felt upon her awakening. It was almost as if it had been set on fiery flames that refused to be extinguished, choosing rather to burn their cinders on throughout her being; she had felt the feeling before, though not so keenly in a very long time. She jumped from the car at that point, and glanced about at the mess they had made. "We need to clean this up; it'll seem rather odd when the emergency crews find two officers drained of blood." She said with a serious tone.

Elizabeth then hoisted her kill over her shoulder, but as she was moving toward the bridge, she glanced back over at Troy. "Thank you..." She said with a trailing voice, and it was obvious that the word didn't often come from her lips. She was proud, yes; but that didn't stop her from expressing the feelings that needed to exist. Her thoughts, however, kept drifting back to the slight flutters she could still remember from her dream. She could still feel his touch along her skin, and the thought of it all made her shiver. She glanced back to him at that moment, and tossed the cop into the deep water below. "By the time they find the officers, all blood will have been washed from their system. We've nothing to worry about then." She said to him, as she began to walk toward the car. She moved over at the drivers side, before glancing at him with a soft smile. "I don't suppose you'll want to give up the drivers seat now that you've got it?" She asked politely, and raised an eyebrow, hoping her more girlish tone had broke the tension.

 

[Eternal_Blade]

Troy had just finnished draining the female cop when he heard the lady vampire move the male officer to where she had access to his neck. She takes longer draining than I do; or is like when some one is dehydrated and their body naturally drinks slower as to not over flood their systems. The questioning thought troubled him because even the way she acted said he was different than other vampires, and that by Troys thoughts wasn't a good thing. His tongue ran over the edges of his lips to collect the little bit of blood that had managed to escape his hungry mouth, and he continued watching her feed while listening to the sounds she made while draining. Wow! She actually sounds like she's getting aroused by this. It wasn't until this thought that Troy noticed that he was aroused with his blood pulsing to his lower body stiffing his manhood. Well that explains the sounds. Troys thoughts were now slightly amused at his previously judgmental observation.

Then she finally finished her meal, and looked up at him with a slight start; speaking of the officer as if he was choice bottle of Marlowe or the such. Troy just kept in his crouch as she pulled her self out of the car beginning clean up operations which he guessed she did often, and he nodded towards her way of reasoning though he couldn't help but think this double homicide was going to be seen as a freakish murder in any event for the patrol car no doubt had an on board camera that was linked to a satellite. As she picked up the male officer Troy casually threw the female officer from his crouching position all the way twenty feet to the bridge over hang and into the river, but he was caught off guard by the words of thanks he heard from her seconds after the officer's body went over the bridge. "Don't mention it..." He said in a slightly odd tone trailing off as he stood to walk toward the patrol car.

He circled around to the trunk, and with his silver knife which was still in his hand he he stabbed the tip into the fiber glass and shortly heard a click which told of the lock that had given way. He raised the trunk to find just what he had expected; two NOS tanks that were almost standard issue in a good portion of patrol cars. He fiddled with the tanks for a bit making a nice little time bomb out of the car, he didn't have an exact time but some time in the next minute it should go off. He looked up to her as she began talking about who was going to be driving, and he then moved towards her some what hastily. "I don't think it really matters; though I have no idea where we are going, and you do." He spoke as if that fact alone made up the choice and moved to get in the passenger seat. "By the way we need to hurry out of here, I rigged that patrol car to blow." His voice was a very serious tone as he shut the passenger side door as if that had ended to conversation.

 

[Euphoria_Lora]

Elizabeth sighed at his slightly distant tone, and looked on at him from a distance as he moved toward the patrol car, and around to the trunk. She wandered slightly what he was doing as he popped the trunk with a subtle manipulation of the knife, and began rummaging around in it. She moved an inch or so closer to him, and was about to call out toward him, when he turned to tell her she would be driving. She nodded slightly, gathering what his logic. "Then I'll drive." She said with the same distance he had, sliding into her seat and gripping the wheel. It was then that his second phrase surprised her, and she shook her head roughly. "Well thanks for the warning." She snapped, as he put the car in gear, and sped off as quickly as she could. The two drove for about a quarter mile before the explosion tore out behind them, and before the shock could hit the car, Elizabeth only pushed the car faster, until they were safely away from the scene.

As she continued to speed down the highway, Elizabeth glanced Troy's way, and shook her head. "You need to be more careful with explosives. We may can handle a lot, but even a vampire dies if an explosion ruptures his brain, or his heart." She said to him dryly, obviously not happy that he hadn't cleared that plan with her, however effect it might have been. "Anyways, it shouldn't be too much longer until we arrive at the Sinclair building. It's a rest spot for vampires, and key head quarters to many of the masters; mine included." She finished to him, turning her eyes to his, as she studied his features. He still seemed to have a distant expression, and she couldn't help but worry as to what might have brought it about. Eventually, she just tried to shrug it off, figuring he would get over it soon enough.

They were nearing the exit to the highway, when she turned toward him with an inquisitive expression. "It was the hunt wasn't it?" She asked, thinking she may have figured it out; after all, more than a few people she knew had had trouble with the enjoyment that was unwilling garnered from the act; hell, even she did. She watched his expression at that point, biting her lower lip as she awaited his words. Normally she wouldn't have cared too much, wouldn't even have paid it any notice. She would have just done her job; however, right now seemed different. She was worried about him, she for some reason longed to know he was alright. She had begun to think she could get this uneasy want of her's under control, but when she woke to find that he had hunted for her, it put everything she had worked for back ten steps. She let a sigh linger in the air at that point, as she tried to smile for him, and failed at it miserably.