Covens

[Onnen]

What a great fucking night


It was raining, it was almost always bloody raining. The stink of cement and oil was everywhere, and the cool air was somewhere between "Amazing" and "Unbearable". The streets were nearly empty now, save for the occasional beggar stumbling across the sidewalk, his breathe reeking of beer. Wasn't London just great now? So many eyes drawn to it thanks to that lollygagging royalty that fancied himself a prince and his new bride, the world's eyes could only see the outside, the beautiful buildings and scenery, not the dark alleyways and ghetto's that littered it. But all in all, it was perfect, nobody could see what was right in front of them, and it made for perfect hunting grounds. It was funny how the humans, with their money and power thought they were at the top of the food chain, taking everything for granted.



They were simply game, and fuel sources for the ancient machine that hid itself from their view. In a few weeks a grand gathering would take place, one that would put that wedding ceremony of the Duke of Cambridge's to shame. But for now, it was business as usual, and those shining silver eyes of the problem solver surveyed the lonely streets. Perched high atop an old apartment complex, he would of looked like any other young lad that ran around the streets with his black jacket, black pants and boots, was it not for his eyes and the old fedora that perched itself 'pon his head. Lit cigarette hanging loosely on his lips and every so often a drop of rain falling from his stubbled chin. The world was changing quickly, even more quickly than his 500 years had prepared him for...maybe it was just the fact the war was over and there was little for him to do anymore.



His job for the night was simple, keep eye out for prey, and make sure none of the new additions to his ranks made a damn fool of themselves. Every so often someone dressed exactly like him would walk through the streets below, casting a glance upwards almost nervously towards the apartment building he sat upon, they knew he didn't tolerate cocky "teenager" bullshit. The male was on edge, before hand nights like this weren't necessary and he didn't have to play baby sitter at all...he could probably be back at the den, covered in lovely priestesses enjoying the touch of skin against skin, but instead, here he was in the cold rain watching over a couple of Imbeciles



A woman's Piercing scream would break the male out of whatever trance he seemed to be in just sitting there, and the sound of struggle could be heard. At a moment notice sliding himself off the edge of the building, catching onto one of the window sills with a single hand, and repeating the process of letting go and catching until he was safely at ground level. Silver eyes blazed, searching left and right, ears following the sound of the scuffle until he found himself running into a man, dressed the same way as he, and the sick splatter of them landing in a mixture of rain water and blood together. "What in the ancients name have you done now?!" The only other words heard were the sound of the man whom he had tackled laughing and snickering, followed by the sound of a vicious punch.



It was a lovely fucking night indeed

[mad hatters revenge]

"Emily come on knock it off! You said to come get you not chase you around in the pouring rain!" Wiping drops of rain off her face, Sarah sighed, pulling her phone out of her damp pocket, dead zone. Of course the creepiest fucking alley in all of London where her friend had stumbled was a dead zone. An hour ago Emily, her best friend, had called because, like every week, she'd had too much to drink and needed a ride home to make sure she didn't go home with some wacko. When she'd arrived at the pub, Emily was throwing up in the back alley, then just started rambling she'd seen something and took off. The drunk, who'd somehow lost her shoes in the pub, managed to run fast for a girl who was so drunk she was throwing up. Good, she'd throw up some more and sober up by the time they got home.

Then Sarah started falling behind, almost as if someone had scooped Emily up and was just sprinting away with her. Every now and again the flash of a coat around a corner, the longer the game of cat and mouse lasted, the worse she felt. Icy blue eyes squinted through the rain, "Emily?" Her voice had dropped to barely above a whisper, during her chase she'd ended up farther into the back alleys than she'd intended to get. Her white tank top, poor choice for this evening, was soaked through, thankfully not enough to be completely see through, but enough that she wanted out of the alley as quickly as possible.

The tattering blue jeans were getting damp, and her sneakers, socks and hair were dripping wet, the straight black locks sticking to her skin, bangs hanging slightly in her face. Shivering slightly from the cold, she bit her lower lip as she listened for any sounds of her friend stumbling around. When she heard the scream, she took off in that direction, wanting to scream for her friend, but fearing that whatever had brought that scream, would only find her faster than she could find Emily.

The sound of bodies smashing together drew her into an alley, her hand drawing the small switch blade in her back pocket, heart hammering in her chest as her eyes traveled from the men fighting, to the limp body laying in a puddle of water much darker than any of the others. Emily. "Emily!" She no longer cared about the men, they could beat each other to death for all she cared. Running over, avoiding the brawl, she crashed to her knees in the puddle, the watered down blood soaking into her pants, and as she pulled her friends limp body to her, her shirt as well. "No no no, come on baby girl. Wake up sweety, come on wake up." She shook the girl a few times, brushed the wet strands of hair from her face, checked for a pulse multiple times.

Pulling her phone out, she checked it again, only letting out a curse as it continued to tell her there was no service. Shoving it back in her pocket, she lay the girl on the cobblestone, trying cpr a few times, putting pressure on the wound, anything basic she'd ever learned, yet the girl never moved, not even a twitch. Sarah's eyes began to sting with tears as it began to sink in that the girl before her was dead, that despite how badly she shook her, pleaded with her, she was not going to wake up.

Glancing up, she focused on the men that were fighting, eyes narrowed coldly as she tried to get a good look at their faces. Her one hand returned to the small knife, hiding it against her forearm. Someone else must have heard the girls screams, and called for the authorities, and she wasn't going to just leave Emily in this gutter alone.

[Onnen]

The Male continued to lay into the man beneath him, every punch that was landed giving off a sick sound and echo. It wouldn't be long now, no, if he had heard the scream, the others had heard the scream, by now faded black fedora had fallen off of his head and lay in the puddle of rain next to the two, his hair fell to about chin length, sticking to his face thanks to the rain. Beneath him the male that had caught the beat down still continued his sick twisted smile, blood covering most of his face and teeth broken inwards. "Your time is ending old man" were the last words the injured male spoke before the attacker landed one last violent hit.


Onnen was too preoccupied to really think about the situation, not only did this stupid new blood probably just kill someone without using stealth, he had left a massive mess in doing so in this alleyway, the rain growing heavier, and now he had to deal with taking care of both his and the females corpse...not to mention having to explain to Mariana why he killed yet another new blood. He grunted and pulled himself to his feet, shaking his hand a bit to relieve the pain in his fist before his head turned towards the blood stained walls around him, silver eyes shining bright from beneath the strands of hair that covered his face, and a fine mist flowing from his mouth with each breathe....Where the fuck was the body? With that he began to search his surroundings, eyes darting to the ground in attempt to find out where this giant mess began, and giving a frustrated kick to the males corpse as he did so before eyes fell upon the woman.



Code would of had it to kill her, stop her from getting away and telling anyone what she had seen in that alleyway, and his intentions would be clear as he moved his soaking wet sleeve from his jacket upwards, exposing a sort of gauntlet, the blade protruding outward near his wrist. But that's when he heard the magic words "FREEZE" followed by the sound of a cocking pistol, turning himself away from the female to glare at the police patrol that had heard all the ruckus on his rounds and now was making his night a hell of a lot worse. With that moment of frustration he quickly ran to his side, picking up the males corpse with almost little to no effort and tossing it onto his shoulder as he began to run, right past the female and her dead friend, only giving a glance towards her as he turned the corner and continued to run. He would deal with the girl later, after all it was still early in the night....

[mad hatters revenge]

Her eyes had stayed glued to the man, hand ready to use her knife if he came any closer, but thankfully help arrived. Sarah tried to see his face when he ran by, but it was raining so hard she could barely see the bridge of her nose. Shock set in, and the rest passed in a blurr. The officer calling it in, the medics taking Emily from her, being helped to her feet and placed in a squad car.

At the station, they gave her a blanket and cocoa to try and warm her up, get her head clear for a statment. As if someone else was talking for her, she went over the event as clearly as she remembered it. No she didn't recognize either man, no she did not know why they were fighting, no Emily had not known them before tonight. Emily was long gone before help had arrived. It didn't seem right, this was suppose to be when she woke up and laughed it off. Her chest ached, and finally after two hours of talking, decided she was too shocked to tell or remember any details. Promising to call as soon as she remembered anything else. Like his face, hed ran right by all she had to do was get the face into focus.

Walking out, they'd broguht her car, after reassuring them she was capable of driving the few miles to the inner city where she lived. Back home, in her warm apartment, where her kitten was waiting for her to come home. Starting the car she looked at the time, it was still only 1am, it felt like she had been in the station for hours. Finally she pulled away and made her way home. The drive routine, one sje couldve done in her sleep, it even felt like she had.

Her body felt heavy sas she enetered the front door of the building, heading up to 6 flights to the top floor before finally pulling her keys out of her pocket and going in. Her back pressed against the door to close it, a small mew errupting fromt the living room as a small black tuft came sprinting across the floor, jumping on her legs as he clawed his way up her leg. Sighing, she picked him up, rubbing under his chin asa she kicked off her shoes, peeled off her socks and pants, and finally the soaked shirt into a pile in the main hall. She lived alone, so she was welcome to leave her things where she pleased. In her lengirie, which had managed to thankfully stay dry, she curled up on the queen bed in her room, slipping under red sation sheets with the kitten as she flipped the tv on, channel surfing to fins anything to watch that would keep her mind off of the nights events.

[Onnen]

Onnen's nature allowed him to run and escape from whatever authorities were called out to look for him, even with the dead new blood being carried over his shoulder, and so he sat, and waited. Inside of an abandoned project building where the faulty and uncared for structure did little to protect him from the cold rain, but it allowed him to stash the new blood. He would wait for the morning sun to do it's job and burn the evidence so to speak, it wasn't like anyone was going to find him in there anyways. With a frustrated huff he paced around, he looked to be a male in his late 20's to early 30's, then again maybe it was just the wet locks of hair that stuck to his face and the stubble that did that.



He waited for at least another hour or so before he finally took a gaze out of a broken out window, silver eyes scanning the area to make sure nobody was around before he spat towards the corpse of the dead new blood, perfectly positioned to catch the suns light as soon as it rose before he slipped out, carefully treading the buildings edge and climbing down as if he was some sort one of those athletes that the humans watched every 4 years on some shitty local broadcasting station. For now Mariana and the Coven could wait for his return, after all he still had about 4 to 5 hours of night left before he was forced to retreat into the shadows once more...and it was more then he needed to find the woman.



It seemed like forever to the man, tracking and finding out just where the woman had went, but it was always nice to know the local authorities had mouths on them, the incident still fresh from hours ago it was only a matter of time before one of them let it slip that they knew where she had gone back home for the night. And so there he was, slowly climbing his way up flights of stairs, smelling the air as he went. The rain didn't make his job easy as it faded the girls scent severely from his memory, fingers running lightly over the railing as silver eyes glanced from door to door, and finally stopping...on the 5th floor, right below the top. He tilted his head a bit and stood in front of the first door he saw, attempting to turn the knob at first before simply kicking it in, making quite a loud noise as he did so.


Maybe age had dulled his senses...or maybe he was still pissed off from earlier, who knew?...Whoever was unlucky enough to be living in that 5th floor room was in for the scare of their lives.

[mad hatters revenge]

Sarah had fallen asleep watching t.v, the small kitten curled up against her, her eyes flew open, and she tried to remember what had woken her. Looking around, nothing was out of place, the television wasn't loud, it wasn't storming outside. A bit jumpy from the nights events, she pushed herself off the couch, looking around the apartment once for anything out of place. The kitten jumped off the couch with a small mewl, and it was his small paws hitting the ground that made her remember. Something had slammed, not just slammed, but splintered. Her heart raced and she went to the front hall, letting out a sigh of relief when she saw her door was fine. Tip toeing around her drenched clothes, she flipped the deadbolt closed.

Sighing, head resting against the door for a moment, she felt too terrified to go back to sleep. She practically jumped out of her skin when a knock came on her door, glancing through the peephole, she sighed seeing it was only the teenage girl from down the hall. "Just a second Liz!" She called, rushing to her room, grabbing the satin red bathrobe off her bed, slipping it on her arms before tying it the sash around her waist, grateful that it fell to her knees.

Opening her front door, she used her body to hide the inside of the apartment. "Hey Sarah, sorry for the late stop, the boy and I are going out...could I borrow some of your perfume again? You know how my mom is about the stuff." She made a disgusted face, and Laura sighed but nodded, "Yeah one sec, it's a mess in here." Slipping back to her room, she grabbed the small bottle off her dresser. Liz was 18, and her mother was some born again Christian uptight nut-ball, so she felt bad the girl couldn't even wear perfume let alone make up.

Back at the front door, she sprayed the girl twice, before the girl happily smiled. "Thanks Sarah! I'll buy a bottle next week and stash it over your door." Where she usually hid anything her mother didn't want her having. Waving, the girl skipped off down the hall and down the stairs to meet her boyfriend outside, sneaking out at late nights was easier than it should have been.

Closing and locking the door again, Sarah made her way into the kitchen, blue eyes scanning it before deciding hot chocolate sounded like it would make her feel a million times better. Pouring milk in a red coffee mug, she threw it in the microwave for a minute, threw in the powder, and than curled up back on the couch with it in her hands. All she could see was Emily, dead on the ground and those men who'd caused all of this. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus, tried to remember what the mans face looked like who'd run off.

[Onnen]

As soon as the male kicked in the door...he was greeted by silence, silver eyes scanning the room slowly. He was careful to make sure he closed the door behind him, well, as much as it would stay now that he broke it in, pacing about for a few moments, letting fingers gently slide over furniture and picture frames. Hell if this place had no windows he'd probably live in it, it would be a nice get away from the equally nice den that was waiting for his return. And so the search continued, opening doors to the main bedrooms and so forth, as far as he knew nobody was in the apartment, probably either gone for the night or still hadn't returned home. But most importantly, the girl he was looking for wasn't here, and moon light was wasting.



And that's when he smelled it, stopping dead in his tracks as he turned his head slightly, sniffing the air for a few moments, and then he looked upwards. Who the hell put on perfume at this time of night was beyond him, but it would mean there was someone upstairs that was home, and the scent was vaguely familiar. So he waited, making his way to the door, ear against it as he listened and waited for whoever was coming downstairs to finish their walk so he may walk out unnoticed. And so Onnen slid his way out of the broken in apartment and made his way upstairs, almost casually at first until he reached the door with the perfume scent still strong near it's door.


Rather than kick in the door like he did the last one, he simply and casually knocked on it three times, and then slid off to the side, lest any door hole was able to see him, so he remained silent and waited for any sound to come near, or for the door to open. His fists were clenched, and once more he began to move for his sleeve, pulling it upwards slightly to expose the gauntlet from before, it's blade still in hiding. It wasn't like he Wanted to kill the girl, it was just that code held him to do what was necessary...that...and he still hadn't fed tonight, the thought making him lick his lips slowly in anticipation.

[mad hatters revenge]

If anyone else knocked on the door tonight she was going to have a heart attack. Looking up, she was almost tempted to just wait, see if it was important enough to get off the couch. Sighing, she waited a few seconds before pushing herself back to her feet and making her way to the door. Glancing, she didn't see anyone at the peephole and that bothered her. Either they had already left or were intentionally standing out of view. Sarah was hoping they had left, making her decide she could at least see what they wanted.

Biting her lower lip, she hesitated as she undid the deadbolt, hand hovering over the handle before finally telling herself to get a grip. It wasn't like some serial killer had picked her door to knock on. It was probably just Liz toying around while she waited for her ride. When she opened the door the girl would jump at her and scream boo.

Turning the handle, she opened it only halfway before that awful feeling of dread returned. Her skin got cold, and the smallest noise had her jump as she quickly tried to step back to try and get the door shut and re-locked as quickly as possible.

[Onnen]

Onnen continued to wait for a few more moments, maybe the girl was smart and realize that opening the door when you couldn't see someone outside was a bad idea. But as soon as he heard it begin to open all he could really do was get a sick, almost twisted grin on his face. Before the girl could get the door shut again he'd make his move and grab onto the very edge of the door, pushing against it to keep her from closing it all the way. Sure it was a bad idea if you were any person, risking getting your fingers crushed..then again he wasn't a normal person so to speak.



Now as long as the girl didn't scream bloody murder everything would go a lot smoother for him. "Not going to invite me in...?" his voice was somewhat cold, laced with a bit of spaniard, and silver eyes shined bright beneath locks of jet black hair. If he were successful in gaining entry he wouldn't waste any time with that dramatic standing at the doorway serial killer bullshit, he'd go straight for attempting to grab the woman and placing a hand over her mouth so she couldn't scream, as well as making sure the door closed behind him as he did so, didn't want to get disturbed now did he?

[mad hatters revenge]

Her heart felt like it had stopped, though it hadn't, it was just pounding so hard it hurt. He'd moved so fast she didn't even get a chance to blink, she tried shoving the door with all of her weight, but it was like he was glued to the floor. Sarah didn't know who he was, or what he wanted, but the look in his eye told her it was probably something she was not going to enjoy very much. While she wanted to scream, she only wanted to do so because he covered her mouth, her neighbors wouldn't be much help, and by the time the police arrived she'd be just as dead as Emily.

Emily. Thinking of the girl, she finally seemed to look at his face. His eyes had distracted her, that chilling silver, they had to be contacts of some kind. Now though, his hair still damp, she narrowed her eyes and realized who he was. He was the man who'd gotten away in the alley. Her eyes widened with recognition, and she suddenly felt sick having his hands touching her, she opened her, not to scream though, oh no, those pearly white teeth of hers latched onto the flesh of his hand and she bit him, as hard as she could, her hands shooting up to try and push him back. All she needed was to get him away, so she could run into the kitchen.

[Onnen]

Onnen gave a bit of a smile as he made sure the girl couldn't scream, door firmly shut behind him. It had been a bit of a bitch to track her down but it would all be worth it soon. He was a problem Solver, he was bound to code and at the moment, the fact this girl had seen him kill a new blood that had killed her friend was a problem. His eyes glaring into hers, almost as if they were attempting to pierce her very soul, well, that was at least until he felt teeth entering his flesh.



At first, he didn't know, it sure as fuck felt like she was one of his own kind with that bite, then again being bitten without fangs did hurt like hell. It was enough to loosen his grip on the woman enough for her to allow a chance to run, but he'd probably be right behind her anywhere that she ran, after all, where could she go? She was on the 6th floor and he sure as hell could probably beat her down the stairs if she attempted to bolt for them. "And where do you think you're going, love?" Onnen couldn't help but give a small chuckle afterwords, there wasn't much she could do to him that hadn't already been done.


And so the game of cat and mouse continued, following her almost casually as she went for the kitchen, surveying the apartment and as he did with the last one, lazily letting his fingers trace barely over the tip of any furniture or things of interest in the way, call it a force of habit.

[mad hatters revenge]

Sarah didn't look back once she got in the kitchen, her hand flying to the cutting block, pulling out one of the large knives and holding it in front of her, pointing it at him. Eyes narrowed as she did her best to not act terrified and act pissed off. Her mind was focusing on why he was here, or what he was going to do, it was on what he had done. "Why?" She snarled at him, before realizing it was a bit vague, he would probably think of some smart ass response instead of the one she wanted.

"Why Emily? She didn't do anything to hurt anybody. Why couldn't you and your disgusting friend leave her alone?" A small mewl caught her attention, and she had forgotten her small kitten was still wandering around. Not about to let him kill that part of her life too, she rushed over, nudging him into the bathroom with her foot before shutting him in there. Her eyes remained glued on his face, planning to remember every line, every shadow, every hair, she would remember everything and as soon as she got away she'd give that description to the police.

Her eyes left him once to glance in the living room, her phone resting on the couch where she'd left it. She should have gone for that first, but he seemed to just be toying with her. He'd allowed her to get into the kitchen, not thinking she'd manage anything useful now that he had found her. If she had gone for the phone first, it would have been to easy for him to simply pin her down before she even got the 9 punched in.

[Onnen]

Onnen didn't pay much attention to the female for a few minutes, he had her exactly where he wanted her, cornered in her own apartment with no place to run, and it wasn't until he finally heard her voice of the first time did silver eyes find their way back to her, and his casual almost taunting mood changed in almost a split second, he'd take a glance at the clock first before he continued, taking note it was a little past 2 now, still enough time to take care of the rest of his duties for the night....hopefully.


"I didn't kill your little friend...I killed the person that killed her." Pfft, like that was really much better, either way the blood from both this "Emily" and the New Blood was staining an alleyway and it was his job to clean up the mess as best he could. He chuckled lightly as he watched her run over to the kitten, hell he didn't blame her for thinking he was some sort of cold hearted psychopath murderer...he kind of was sometimes. "Also what are you planning...Stabbing me to death avenging her? Be the hero?.  He smiled some, eyes glancing towards the phone that was on the couch, tilting his head somewhat before looking back at her.


"Go ahead, make a run for it." Truth be told he was wasting a shitload of time by not just pinning her down right now and disarming her, but in truth, he was curious. Here she was fresh off a few hours ago witnessing her friend get murdered and now she had a knife to him trying to put on a brave face.....it was so familiar, to a time that nobody cared about now, but enough of the sentimental stuff. Onnen walked slowly towards her, aiming to put himself between the phone and her, also glancing towards the door every so often, making sure nobody broke in, and if she made a run for it, he could intercept her easily.

[mad hatters revenge]

He...wait he did what? Her look went from confident to confused in a second, what he was saying made no sense. "If you didn't kill her then why did you run? It's not like you would have been in trouble, self-defense, tried to keep him from killing her, and why the hell did you take him with you if he was dead?" That was just...creepy and odd to her, it was pouring, there was no chance anything on that dead body would have given him away if she was trying to avoid any interaction with the police.

What was she planning? Stabbing him wouldn't bring Emily back, she wasn't actually thinking vengeance, she was thinking protection. "If you didn't kill her then what do you want?" He sure as hell wasn't acting like someone who wasn't a crazed killer. He'd tracked her down, why would he do that if he wasn't a murderer. Well technically he had killed someone, but that other man seemed he may have deserved it.

Then he was taunting her, telling her to run for it, mocking her, it pissed her off. Her hand tightened around the handle when he stepped towards her. "Stay away from me." She snarled in warning, trying to side step him, he was blocking her phone and the main exit, but she wondered if she could lock him out of her bedroom long enough to use the fire escape.

[Onnen]

Onnen listened to the woman as she spoke, and laughed. "If it were so easy..." shaking his head lightly, instead of taking the time to explain something that would take forever and probably either make her think she was insane, or flip out, he simply smiled...wide. Pearly white fangs showing off just for her, if it wasn't obvious to her then, maybe when they sunk themselves into her neck is when it would make sense to her. So he'd move a few locks of hair out of his face, in order to get a better view of the woman, and almost taunting her to remember his face, it wasn't like she was going to be go to the cops to tell them anytime soon.


And so he finally stopped wasting time and finally made a dash for her, aiming to tackle and pin her down, as well as try and get the knife away from her, he didn't fear getting cut or stabbed, he feared what his punishment would be if this human was allowed to get away and expose his existence to the world. He had the new bloods to worry about, last thing he needed was Mariana skinning him alive for breaking code. "This will only hurt a little bit" well, fuck he didn't know if it would or not, he'd never been bitten before.

[mad hatters revenge]

Sarah wasn't sure why the teeth bothered her, but they did. Whether they were real, filed, or attached, she didn't care, she knew damn well what someone with those teeth intended to do with them. The more he talked, the more she doubted his story, he was no better than his friend. "Why did you kill him when you're about to kill someone yourself?" There was barely time for an answer, another blink and he was on her.

Her arms flew up, but all she managed to do was cut his cheek before her wrists were slammed against the tiles on the floor. She didn't hesitate, she squirmed beneath him, kicking her legs, struggling to free her arms. "Get off of me!" She snarled at him, not about to let him think he was going to get away with his sick little fantasy.

[Onnen]

Onnen growled lightly as he felt the blade cut into the flesh of his cheek, for now he wouldn't worry about it, it would heal soon enough. He struggled for a bit attempting to get the girl under control, never once did those silver eyes of his leave hers "Be glad he didn't have the chance to turn her" he knew she wouldn't know what the hell he was talking about, but it wouldn't matter. With that he'd pull back his sleeve a bit more as the struggle continued until the hidden blade finally made itself known, but instead of stabbing it into her neck like he was supposed to, he slammed it into the floor next to her head.


"Listen...To...Me" Why the hell he hadn't killed her yet, fuck even he didn't know. If Mariana was here he'd probably be a dead man by now. He waited for a few moments, every so often making sure to keep her pinned and not allowing her the chance to escape, as well as stop resisting. "I'm not going to kill you..." He pulled the blade out from the floor, allowing it to retreat back into it's hiding place. He knew he would still kill her if she tried to get away, but in truth, he didn't want to. It would just be another mess he needed to take care of.


"I need you to tell me right now...that if I let go of your wrists...you won't try anything Fucking stupid Eyes still glaring into hers, waiting for her response. He knew where she lived now, he knew where she would go if she was to run, and he still had to round up the rest of the new bloods still out before they caused the same problems that the other one did.

[mad hatters revenge]

Sarah cringed when the blade came down, and the moment she realized she was still alive, she hated herself for it. Acting as if she was fine and then flinching when he wasn't even intending to kill her. Glancing back up at his eyes, she grew confused. The look was that of someone stuck, like he wanted to kill her, but for some reason couldn't bring himself to do it.

When he demanded a verbal agreement to behave herself, she nodded, mostly because he was crushed against her rib cage and she needed to breathe. Their definitions of stupid were probably varied, but all she needed to do was buy herself more time to think of some way to get away from him. He was clearly not very sane, and even though he said he wouldn't kill her, she couldn't believe him.

"What do you mean turn her? And if you're not going to kill me then why the hell are you acting like such an asshole?" Calling him an asshole was not probably very smart, but he had said not to do anything stupid, and she wasn't counting talking.

[Onnen]

Onnen gave a light little nod to the woman as she agreed to his terms, letting her go and moving towards the bathroom door, opening it lightly in order to watch the little kitten scurry out, giving a little chuckle as the kitten cautiously sniffed at him from afar before retreating back to it's mother. He was a strange one indeed, first he broke into her apartment, pinned her down with a blade so close to killing her and now he was letting the cute little thing run free? Hell maybe she was right, he wasn't stable at all, and he hadn't been for the last 100 years or so.


And so he looked around the apartment, finding the couch and simply letting himself sit down lazily 'pon it, one leg crossed over the other and arms crossed over his chest, his eyes still hadn't left the woman, just in case she attempted to actually do something stupid, like call him an asshole or make a run for the door. "Turn her as in as soon as those pretty little eyes of hers opened again she would of drained you dry" he didn't expect her to know what he was talking about, all new bloods were the same once turned, vicious, blood thirsty, having to be broken into submission like horses.


He payed no mind to her insult, he'd been called many things in his life and nothing truly offended him anymore. He pulled his sleeves up to his elbows, slowly unbuckling the gauntlet that adorned his wrist and laying it casually on the arm rest next to him, both of his arms were covered in tattoo's, swirling tribals and symbols, several languages written here and there, and most importantly a bloody red moon tattoo'd on his wrist. "No offense but you've made my life a living hell tonight, love....can't really same I blame you." How was she supposed to know what he was? What the person was that killed her friend tonight.


"Whether you like it or not, you've become part of a problem for me tonight, A problem I intend to resolve by sunrise, understand?" He simply looked over to the clock again, 2:30. He'd wasted a lot of time at this womans place, and every second he spent here he should of been out gathering the new bloods to return back to the den for the morning. It was something about her that wouldn't allow him to kill her, maybe it was her eyes...or maybe it was just how familiar she was to someone that was very close to him a long time ago, who knew? He certainly wasn't going to give up any details. "Anymore questions...asshole?"

[mad hatters revenge]

When he let her up, she quickly sat up and slid herself a few feet away. Then her kitten ran out, and she stiffened, as if he might actually kill her poor creature. Yet he didn't, and when the little ball of fluff came over to her she snatched him up in her arms. Standing, she backed up until she hit the counter, not wanting to be any closer to him than she had to be.

He made it sound like Emily would become some sort of zombie, though he probably would've just said she'd have tried to eat Sarah. Drain her dry though, that made her think more about vampires. After seeing those fangs earlier, she was beginning to wonder just how much he really believed in them. Sarah wasn't set that they didn't exist, but she assumed that by now, something would've come up, someone would have noticed.

She had noticed. That was what he was complaining about, she'd seen the two of them. Not that she had any idea who they were or what they  looked like, she had still been a witness. Yet he had the nerve to tell her how much of a problem she was being for him? Considering she was the one who'd just been pinned to the floor, she wasn't sure he was seeing things very clearly at the moment. "Excuse me? You are being an asshole, therefore I can direct you as such. Me? I did not do a damn thing to you tonight. You, or your stupid little friend, though who knows maybe you killed her and you're covering your tracks. Either way, one of you killed my friend, and she never did anything to you either. I couldn't give the police a description, and it's not like I was going to go on some mission to hunt you down either. You are the one being a problem for me."

He still hadn't answered her question though, all he'd said was she was being a problem, but not why or how he was planning on solving that problem. "You didn't answer me either. If you didn't kill her, and you aren't here to kill me then what do you want?"