A Night Out. Vampire Training III

[Angel]

*Angel dodges aside, sparing not even a glance for the man flying over Seph's shoulder, and her fist smacks into someone's short ribs and she feels them crack, along with the man's back. the next to come is not so fortunate, she kicks him in the chest, breaking ribs then driving into his lungs. blood bubbles in his throat and she pulls her heel out of him as he falls, he wont die for hours.

The click whips her head around and, for all the fun she is having, she is only moments after him in landing on the stage. Her boots leave bloody prints and her hand drips with it. She looks at Seph, still following his lead*

[Sephirothsicase]

*Seph apprached the singer as he backed away, his face was white and pale as a wet patch grew around his groin.*

Disgusting little vermin.... How dare you pretend to be one of the dark...

*The drummer had produced a knife which he now attacked Seph with, he didnt care. His eyes were focused on the singer, with a ferociously hungry grin on his face. As the drummer ran at him, Seph extended his hand and the drummer ran in to it, Seph had him by the face with his palm on his nose. Seph squeezed slowly as the man screamed for his life. His head exploded in a shower of blood and brains. Seph was showered in it, his right side had bits of flesh hanging of it, and blood was dripping from his clothes. He let the ragged shape of the man fall to the floor as he hungrily licked his fingers clean. He approached the singer while laughing. He gripped his collar and pulled him up.*

Hahahaha! You foolish little man...

*Seph let go of the collar and gripped him by the neck, his fingernails dug into the mans neck and cut him. He raised his right fist, and did not curl it into a fist, but as one would do with a karate chop, all fingers pointed straight, together and thin. The man reeked of fear. He plunged the hand into the mans chest.*

[Angel]

*Angel just watches, only raising a hand to keep brain matter out of her eyes. she calmly licks her hand clean of blood, tasting fear and drugs and lust The wolfish grin returns as her eyes pass over the lead guitarist, his hungry look has gone, replaced by abject terror that she can smell even over the singers.

She locks his gaze with such an intense one of her own that he cannot look away, she stalks around Seph and steps towards her prey. Her boots echo in time to the man's heartbeat and both quicken as she advances. His breath chokes and he leans away but his feet might as well be bolted down by the same eyes that hold his mind in their grasp.

she stops, right in front of him, and his world goes silent despite the screams from the floor. she reaches up and flicks his hair away from his pale neck*

you've been a very naughty boy, haven't you? you've lied, and you've been false...

*she forces him to his knees with one hand, still holding his eyes.* say your sorry? *her voice is almost innocent, child like, but those eyes would fit on a predator. the man makes a strangled sound and she bends down* I cant hear you...

*the man mumbles again, the words "sorry" and "don't hurt me" and she stands up* sorry, *her voice turns to tempered steel* WRONG ANSWER.

*she tears the false fangs out of his mouth and throws them aside. The man screams piercingly and she snarls, shutting him up by dragging him up and biting deep. Hot blood, sullied by terror, pours into her mouth and she drinks without pause.*

[Sephirothsicase]

*Seph let the man go. The gaping hole in his chest was slightly annoying. He dropped the now non-beating object onto the floor and turned around towards the crowd.

He saw them all, petrified. And quite suddenly and randomly.

He remembered.

The huge chunk of his memory had just been filled, he knew what his real name was now.

He grinned insanely, this was pure bliss. He took a few steps towards Angel who was feeding, and pushed away the hair from her ear.*

I know who I am.... And you are going to like it...

*He grinned and leant against the wall, with his arms folded. He waited for Angel to finish off this one, and then the bass player. And they would be done for tonight.

She might pass or fail the next test though...*

[Angel]

*She barely registers his touch in the ecstasy of the kill but some part of her files the words away. the hot flow begins to dwindle and she releases the limp body, taking a moment to breathe deeply.

she stands over the man, his eyes rapidly glazing in death, with her back to the only other living thing left on the stage, the boy. she is an imposing presence, standing stock still in black and red over the dead body with her arms out to her sides and her head bowed. slowly she raises it to look over her shoulder with fire-stoked eyes.

crunch, her boots grind on the stage as she turns towards the boy, he's frozen solid with his back against the wall but his scent is less of terror and more of... awe...

she moves towards him, expecting him to cower, but he steps forwards instead and drops his guitar. It jars loudly in the now silent hall, only the dead or terror struck remain, she reaches him and looks down at his eyes.*

you aren't afraid.. *she lifts his chin and he blushes. surprise mingled with pleasure rushes through her, wiping away the last traces of her last kill. she brushes his cheek and can feel the heat of his blood just under his skin. his pulse races, but not from fear...*

[Sephirothsicase]

Seems like he have a follower...

... You take him... see if you can finish the test...

...Dont leave witnesses...

*Seph starts going down the stairs, towards the crowd. He withdraws a small skinning knife from his pocket, and grins.*

[Angel]

...take him... witnesses...

*her eyes are fiercer than even she imagined possible as she look down at the boy, only little more than a child but far enough. her senses are so sharp from her feed that she can see every depth of those glacier blue eyes that dare her with a fierceness she hasn't seen before

she has to bend her head to kiss him and she does it gently, no more than a brush. he shivers like a tree in high wind and take fistfuls of her coat to hold himself upright, the grip is fierce like his eyes but his arms are thin and weak. he drops his head to her shoulder and breathes heavily with his eyes closed, she regrets losing that fiery gaze but the heat of his face against her shoulder more than makes up for it.

as if its the most natural thing in the world she puts her arms round his shoulders and nuzzles his head to one side. his neck is warm and dry but painfully thin, delicate, she can feel his pulse and hear his heart racing.

with the smoothness of long practice she slides her fangs into that pulsing vein, she knows it is virtually painless but the boy gasps and throws his head up, eyes staring at nothing. her eyes go wide in mirror too, there is a sharp taint to the blood, an edge she hasn't tasted before. she soon forgets though, so absorbed in him as she is, and accepts it as part of him.
she drinks deep.

after what seems an age of perfect moment his grip on her shirt loosens and he begins to slump, it takes barely an effort to hold him up, he is so light. she releases his neck and cradles him with such care as he shakes as with fever. his soft moans drive like daggers and she screws her eyes shut.

she lowers him to the stage and holds him with one arm behind his shoulders. she cuts open her wrist with a fang and holds it over his open mouth, her forehead is creased in a worried frown, this is nothing like the night she became what she is. as the first drips fall in his mouth he stirs fitfully, she presses her wound to his lips until its swallow or choke, he chooses to live and swallows with a splutter. her blood streaks down his chin to mingle with his own on his neck.

it is slow at first and not really a drain on her but the blood begins to take over and he draws more and more. his canines begin to lengthen and he bites down to the artery.

she grunts, head spinning, but doesn't pull back, she daren't. instinct has carried her this far and she lets it carry her the rest of the way. *

[Sephirothsicase]

*He stepped up from the picture of loose limbs, heads ands arms. The knife was coated with flesh and blood as he licked it clean slowly, He returned to where Angel was being feasted on and noticed that he was killing her slowly.

His face showed a picture of annoyance and anger. He didnt know why she had chosen one of those...those... those cattle for an apprentice.

He walked over towards her and brought the hilt of the knife sharply down upon his head, knocking him out cold. He raised her hand and licked her wound clean, before cutting a small slit in his own neck and guiding her head towards it, she had lost a bit of blood... Urgh, all he seemed to be was a blood doner when she was wounded...*

You can thank me later...

[Angel]

*she smiles muzzily and drinks, only a little, before pushing herself level. after shaking her head, it clears quickly thanks to Seph*

thank you.. been having fun?

*a quick glance shows the devastation, no one is left standing on the floor and only a few are left .. whole... she shakes her head and looks away and back to her "apprentice". he's lying flat out on the floor with a thin trickle of blood down his cheek, the new fangs peeking out of his lips only seem to make him look smaller.

Seph's disapproval radiates like heat and singes her back so she turns and grins ruefully* you saved my ass, again, and I'm greatful but he's mine now.

*she lowers her voice so even he wont hear* if he'll have me...

*she shakes her head clear again and, kneeling by him, brushes the hair from his face and the blood from his cheek. she bends to pick him up with one arm under his back and the other under his knees, how light he is... a strange choice, she admits to herself, for all his beauty and fineness he is still only that, no other skills, except... his taste, what could that mean? a sharp metallic edge like air after lightening, like after magic... realisation dawns. she smiles down at him, those eyes are no common thing amongst mortals and his build among men. she'd not known consciously and yet that had drawn her to him like a boat towards a waterfall with no knowledge of what lays ahead.

its ironic, Angels own birth as a vampire was in the midst of her own pain and suffering but she had been so gentle with him, all around is carnage but what went on between them had been peace.

something niggles at the back of her mind, something half heard, something Seph had said.*

you know who you are? what does that mean? don't go having a personal identity crisis on me..

*her mouth runs on auto pilot as she makes her way towards the stairs, her eyes watch Seph, something has changed about him too and now she is looking she can see it clearly. he is somehow.. whole?*

[Embri]

~Still wrong, Jax. Down and out.~ Embri "spoke" patiently to her foal, regarding him with golden amber eyes. The mare concentrated on the pale grey equine resting beside her, Ajaxon's legs folded up against his soft belly. Anything was better than thinking about her other half... A twitch worked it's way down Embri's neck as she did her best to ignore the goings on that Angel was involved in. Even so, the taste of blood reached her across the distance - hunger and rhythm and death.

Clamping down on that part of her mind, Embri nuzzled her son fondly. He had grown, and was still growing, now just under half her size but still awkward with foalish dimensions and gangly legs. A warm feeling utterly different than her constant internal heat filled her heart and mind.

~Try again. It's important.~ Embri coached her offspring, doing her best to explain how to tap a Leyline. ~Clear your mind, see the power beneath you.~

Ajaxon huffed softly, doing as his dam instructed, with little success. His cream mane flecked through with tawny brown fluttered in the breeze as the two equines rested in the Palace garden.


Embri spared a quick thought for her bondmate. ~Be careful, ashke...~

[Sephirothsicase]

~ Dont worry Embri... She's with me... ~

*Seph didnt know he was doing it be he was sending pure tendrils of evil and darkness over the triangle-link between Angel, Embri and himself, while humming a tune. He was obviously thinking about something bad.*

Memories are funny things.

They link memories to one another, I have seen a crowd like that somewhere, fearfull. But I dont know where. My brain is a puzzle. I have to fit peices together to open ways for other peices to fit. One large slot has just suddenly fitted in. So I am going exploring.

Might be a long time, might be a short time, I dont know yet. But I have come up with a large chunk of memory that surprises me greatly, yet is also oddly clever.

Ill tell you later, I dont want to talk infront of the Cattle. I dont trust him yet. But you already knew that, didnt you?

[Angel]

*She listens intently while picking her way across the stage, her boots are still blood shod and don't provide much grip. The dark slime coming over the bonds makes her curios, its not like anything she has felt before, and she pushes it away.

Her own experiences with memory are none too pleasant so she understands to a certain extent but it confuses her. Just as she is about to ask for an explanation his final comment flairs indignation*

Don't call him that! he's not cattle, he's one of us now! anyway, where else will he have to go now? He cant go back to the meats *She gestures with a toss of her head at the humans lying with glazed eyes around them* And who would believe him anyway?

*She realises she is being overly defensive and blushes slightly then blushes harder for blushing in the first place. She is glad of the dark stair well to hide it and she ducks inside, watching the man's head on the frame. She says loudly up to Seph,*

Well? Are you coming or not?

[Sephirothsicase]

*Seph stayed for a moment. Picking his own brain for details before going down the stairs. Obviously she was hiding her own face. He smiled.*

You forget I can see in the dark Angel.

*He walks out the door and kicks it, damaging the hinge so it stays open for her. He steps onto the road and snaps his fingers. A flash surrounds him and his "Party" gear is gone and once more he is in a plain, black suit. Crimson shirt and white tie. He signals a Taxi.*

[Embri]

Embri shivers, though not from cold. She throws up mental bulwarks against the dark emotions creeping along her mental links.

~Dam? What's wrong?~ Jax queries, leaning his head against Embri's neck.

~Nothing, I'm fine, darling.~ With a soft snort, Embri focuses on the task at hand. ~Reach, Ajaxon. I know you can. Down and out, where the power that feeds our kind lies dormant. It will answer your call.~

The foal was silent for a few moments, a look of concentration on his furry face. With a sigh he opened his eyes. ~I can see it... sort of .... but, I can't reach it. It's too far...~

[Angel]

*Angel scowls at him in annoyance. his comment still irks her but knowing that he knows is worse. the scowl fades slightly and she steps out of the exit but it returns when he changes back into his suit. she blinks the rid herself of the purple after image.

the sudden noise of the street makes her cringe internally after the deadly quiet of the music hall. sirens with an accompaniment of blue and red lights come from just around the corner, at the front of the building.

she remains silent until the taxi pulls up then glowers as she realises she needs Seph's help again just to get the door open, could this night get any MORE embarrassing?*