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Vampire Nights (Me and Shahar)

Raziel99

Pulsar
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Jan 15, 2009
The village he was in was dark, the only light coming down to brighten a path was the lonely moon, shining through a veil of cloud cover. There were very few people going around, either walking alone along the houses or making beelines to your own quarters. Despite the nighttime haste, nobody was in fear. The Priest's ramblings about demons and Vampires were falling upon deaf ears. Nobody thought that such.... abominations... could be real...

But Alexander knew better. He was slowly walking down the center of the dirt 'road,' eyes wary as he looked out for something that would be good prey for him. He wanted a easy meal, something that wouldn't put up too much of a struggle... maybe someone that he could make scream in delight. But the last thoughts he shook from his head. Food first, pleasure later. There was so many choices for him to take his pick from, and he held back from licking his lips. One caught his interest, someone nearby.

It was obvious that he was not from the town, maybe even lost. He wore a dark cloak that covered the back of his body, but was open in the front. Under the cloak was a pair of black pants that fit his form almost perfectly, and a loose white shirt, showing a hint of the power of his body underneath. His hair was shoulder length, tied back at the nape of his neck, a shade of brown that looked moon bleached but darkened from the absence of light. His face was sharp, with it's own soft curves but angular, showing strength even as it hinted at softness.

He looked vulnerable, slowly walking through the town, but he knew better than that.His strength was unmatched; no human could beat him in a battle of brawn. Or brains. He was older than anyone around, even though he looked to only be around the age of 20.

Such were the perks of being a vampire.
 
Mayrith shook aside her unusual silvery hair, rushing down the lane. She was late dropping something off to the towns butcher. She usually would have done this long before, but she had been busy looking after the young set of twins that stayed at the priests church.

Church boys by adoption. She was often found keeping an eye out for them, since she didn't want the priest filling there head with superstitions. She would bring by meals for them during the day, and at night before she took her walk through the town, she would drop off a note to the butcher for there meal tomorrow.

This night was n o different, other then one of the boys had bumped his head on the belfry bell. Which was why she was running late. Her skirts hiked up over her heels she made her way across the path in to the Master Butchers shop. Her shapely body twisted as she came to a half pivoted stop at the door, her breath coming out in rough little pants.

She knew Jacob the butcher was closing down as she went into the small wooden stall, knew also that he would be difficult to deal with as well.

Sighing she handed the order to him, keeping her eyes down. She didn't want to see the angry look on his face, the one she knew would be there.

"Two slabs of prime beef? For THOSE boys?" Jacob growled out at her, she just nodded, heared him grunt, before making the notation for tomorrows meal. She left quickly after that, breathing a sigh of relief as she took a deep breath of night air.

Finally, she could take her much needed walk.

Taking another deep breath, she smoothed out her skirts, and feeling the need to be away from the Butchers shop she quickly moved onward and out.
 
The one woman of interest was running down the road, rather fast, and he watched her pass him up, entering what looked to be a butcher's shop. Now, Alexander wasn't stupid, he knew the kind or weaponry that a butcher would be able to procure from makeshift, and he would rather not be on the receiving end of a cleaver or meat hook at the moment. He changed his direction of walking, slowly moving back towards the Butcher's shop, hearing the soft, small argument inside. He was thinking of going in to at least help the woman with her endeavors, but thought otherwise. She would be able to do it herself, and he was correct as he watched her leave the building. He was thinking of the best way to set his trap, but he could set it in motion later, after approaching her.

After figuring out what it was going to be.

She was moving the way she had come before, heading back along the dirt road to whatever dwelling or recluse she was staying at. He diverted his path to walk over to her, a soft smile and a slight look of fear on his face that he hoped she would comply well with. "Um... hello. This is my first time in this town. I was wondering if you would show me to a place I could stay a day or two at?" His voice was soft, a pitch like velvet, a tone that would flow over her skin. Pure seduction that few - if any - would be able to deter.
 
Mayrith was so happy to be away from that annoying butcher that at first she didn't realize the man was near her until he spoke. She startled for just a moment, her emerald eyes showing just a bit of her fright, before she calmed.

The being in question looked more afraid then she thought she had a right to feel at the moment. After all, it wasn't like he had done anything to her to warrant such a frightened response.

She sighed, her hand resting lightly over her heart, as if to force it into calm beneath her breast. He was looking for a place to stay, nothing remotely threatening about that. Though his voice was beautiful, something that had she stopped to think about it, would have made her question where he was from.

But as it was now she just smiled, tentatively at him and nodded.

"There is an Inn on the outskirts of Town. The Bards Way...it should have a bed open. We usually don't get all that much traffic out this way. I'm sure Sandra would be glad to have you there."

She smiled a bit more, reassuring this time as she pointed the way. She frowned a bit, realizing that from this area of Town it was shrouded by trees.

"Here, I will show you the way."
 
He listened, letting ease flow through his falsely tense body as she said there was a inn with a empty room. Her words about showing him the way there only made him smile, a range of possibilities going through his head now at what he would be able to do now. "That sounds marvelous." He said in the same velvet tone, taking her hand lightly in his and lifting it to his lips, bowing down and kissing the back. "If you could lead the way?" He moved himself so she would be able to just pass by him to lead him to the inn, his steps even and just behind her.

All the while, his mind was in a deeper process, thinking of ways to seduce the young lass to his bed. She had seem rather open and easy with him. He never expected a woman easy to seduce, but he had some choice words that he was sure would bring her to him. That was, if she asked. He didn't want to pull her kicking and screaming...

Though he was sure, with one searing kiss, all her resistance would fall.
 
Mayrith was happy when she saw the man ease up a bit, relaxing some. She didn't want him to feel uneasy in there small little town, but at the same time, she didn't want to give him the impression that everyone would be so easy going. Unlike some people, the butcher in perticular. She wrinkled her nose at the thought of THAT man.

Her attention was swiftly taken from her musings as the man kissed her hand. She wasn't sure how to take the gesture, and as lightly as she could with out seeming rude, withdrew said hand.

"Yes, please, this way."

She seemed a bit flustered by his very nature. He was delightful to look at, and seemed well mannered, and why he was paying her such niceties baffled her.

She shook her head even as she gave him a quick smile and walked passed him. She moved with the ease of someone born to the small town. Her feet almost dancing across the rocky patches upon the ground. Swiftly she led him out of the Towns inner reach and to it's outskirts, behind the tree's and closer to their destination. Even as she walked out of site of Town, and not quite in site of the Inn, she turned to look at him over her shoulder.

"While your in Town, I would suggest staying away from the Butcher, Jacob. He tends to not like newcomers to the Town."

She scoffed lightly.

"As it is, he is about the only one here that believes in our Priest's stories about creatures of the night. Hence why he doesnt like strangers."

She paused in her walking to look at him for a moment,pondering.

"Though, if your in need of some traveling provisions, I could probably get what you would need from him without him knowing who it's from."

She cringed mentaly at dealing with that bear toothed jack-jaw. But, she knew it would be better for her then the stranger.
 
As he followed her, his eyes went over her quickly, looking through her features. As her feet danced over the road, he did a slower step, but longer because of his legs so he stayed in pace with her. Toe, heel, toe heel. His gaze was only for a half a moment as he followed her, before they left the town proper, going to the outskirts. He listened to her words, absorbing them as he listened.

"The butcher? I'm sure I have seen scarier fish in my day. I am not afraid of any man. If I need something, I will take care of it myself. Having said that, I thank you for your warning, and showing me the way to the inn. I hope it isn't a inconvenience." His hand reached out, gently touching her arm before he fell back into his slow step behind her. Looking over her quickly again. Ideas of how he could seduce her. Because he felt something building up inside him, something familiar and alien at the same time.

Could this woman be...?
 
Mayrith tossed aside her hair as the wind blew it around. She pushed it back behind her ears before giving him her attention as he began speaking.

"It's no inconvenience at all, I actually walk out this way every night. But if you don't mind me saying something..."

She was frowning just a bit now, not at the fact he had touched her, but at the fact that he now spoke with a sure self, and not with the same manner as before.

"...you suddenly seem so sure of yourself, and not, uneasy like you where before."

She looked a bit uncomfortable. Either she had been imagining his discomfort before, or something stranger was going on here. She wasn't really certain. She still felt intrigued by him, and a certain draw, but she was suddenly not certain what to think about him.

Even though she said what was on her mind she still continued to pick her way out of the rocks and on towards the Inn.
 
He was stilled to silence when he heard her words, but only for a moment as he kept in step with her. "When you are surrounded in a new town by people you don't know, you tend to shrink away. Finding someone that you can talk to tends to help. And, the butcher is just one man. No single man scares me." He stopped for a moment, stretching before falling back in step. "Anyway, I am use to traveling in the night, in the woods. This is my time, as a scout."

He was pulling things through his teeth now to cover his blunder, but he did it well. At least, it sounded honest to his own ears. Hell, if he lowered his voice a octave, he thought he would be able to deter her to the mountains. And there, she would have absolutely no chance. But... he was having second thoughts in seducing her. They were approaching the inn, it was still about 100 meters away, though. More than enough time to come up with something. Before she took a step in.

The idea came the moment he started thinking of it. He waited until the inn was nearly in sight, and his mind stretched out, taking more influence in the surroundings. He found a large enough stick - about half the size of the tree trucks - and it slid out in front of her. Hopefully tripping her and knocking her out.
 
Mayrith seemed to accept his words as the truth, she really didn't have any reason to think that he was lying to her. After all, it really did make sense to be a bit more reserved in a crowd then with a single being.

She turned to look at him at his later words.

"A scout?"

She continued walking, but she was looking over her shoulder at him. Why would she be worried in anyway about her footing. She had walked this path so often that she knew every stone, twig, bump and deformity.

"A scout for wh-!!"

She had been about to ask him for who he was a scout for when she felt her foot strike something. She had a look of panic on her face as she unbalanced and fell backwards. A shocked 'O' on her face before her head struck the ground, making the world swirl around her unnervingly. She tried for just one moment to get her barrings and sit up, only to see everything darken around her as she slumped back to the ground passed out.
 
He saw her foot hit home and she tripped backwards. But the fear struck him as he bounce on the ground before she blacked out. He rushed forward, checking over her back and her neck and head to see if there were any wounds, small or otherwise. He didn't see anything, so she was just knocked out from the bunt trauma to her head. A soft sigh of relief went through him before he scooped down, picking her up easily in strong arms, and carrying her to the inn.

The Innkeeper was in shock when the two of them came in, but Alexander spread his influence to everyone in the inn, adding a calm air to the room to ease them. "We need a room. She fell in the forest and needs to rest." The Innkeeper nodded, and led him upstairs and to a nearby room, on the lefthand side. Alex thanked her and headed in the room, quickly moving her to the bed and covering her in the blanket.

Alexander took a moment to head back downstairs to pay for the room before coming back up, closing the door behind him and looking over the woman in the bed in front of him. Many different fun and intriguing ideas came through his mind, but... his heart wasn't letting him. He sighed softly before moving to kneel at her side. He had to keep tabs on her, make sure that she is safe. He he bent over, kissing her neck softly, feeling the pulse under her skin pick up ever so slightly.

Then his fangs grew out, and he bit. He heard the soft gasp that came from her, but knew she wouldn't be waking up for a while. He drank slow and shallow, enjoying the amazing taste in his mouth. It wasn't like anything he had before. He soon pulled his fangs out, his tongue flicking over the bite and sealing it like it never was there. He couldn't leave a mark on her, he didn't want her found and killed. He stood slowly and moved to a nearby chair, sitting and eventually falling asleep as the sun rose.
 
Mayrith was having the strangest dream. For some odd reason she felt like the world was moving around her, and yet she knew her feet where not touching the ground. It was a strange sensation to be sure. It was like she floating away, and she just couldn't seem to grasp reality. For a short time she thought she heard murmured whispers, but it was as fleeting as a bird caught in the wind. Swiftly taken from conscious thought and spilt over into the next scene.

Soon her floating seemed to end, paused by a weighted feeling against her body, as if she could feel the pull in her own skull. A dull ache starting to make it'self known even in her bizarre dreams.

Even though she was not aware when he bit her, her body let out the gasp, and tensed under such a strange 'assault'. For some strange reason her dreams where now swirling away from the aching pain to a dream of pleasure. Making her moan just a bit.

Finally she quieted, her body settling down into the bed she lay upon. All her dreams ceased as her eyes fluttered, trying to awaken. Some sense of urgency had befallen her, and yet, she seemed to be having a hard time waking. A feeling of panic came over her as she tried to struggle upwards, her head throbbing in pain.

She made a sound as she sat up, almost strangled.

It hurt to move.
 
Her strangled cry woke him from the light sleep that he had fallen into. He stood slowly, almost like it was painful, but he made his way to the bed, kneeling at the edge and making sure to get a good look at the back of her head. "How are you feeling? You took a rather nasty fall there..." Although his voice didn't show it, it was a rhetorical question. From taking her blood - even though he didn't do a proper exchange - he could still enter her mind with ease, and he knew that her body was stiff and sore, but her head was more so.

His arms went behind her shoulders, slowly moving her to lay back down on the bed. "Rest. Let me take care of you. If you need something, just ask." He brushed a few strands from her face, a soft smile on his face, evidently from ease. He stood slowly, going back to the chair and sitting, pulling the cloak around him, and the hood just about fully over his face. "Oh, and if you don't mind, don't pull the drapes in front of the window open. I live during the night, so the sunlight hurts my eyes. It's a high price for the work I do, but it is worth it."
 
Mayrith pulled her hand up to cover her face for just a moment, she was starting to feel a little nauseated and a bit weak. She figured this had to have been normal for hitting ones had, and so she just cautiously tried to refrain from moving much at all. So when she heard him say rest, and carefully lowered her back to the bed. She didn't fight him, just went with it. As he brushed some of the hair from her face, she seemed a bit taken aback. It was such a gentle thing to do. She wasn't sure what to think.

Her voice as she finally spoke seemed a bit pained, but even then it was not weak.

"I feel a bit weak and ill to my stomach, but I think if I don't move much for a little bit, I should be fine."

Her emerald eyes seemed to go distant for a moment, before she forced herself back to reality at his words.

"You...live during the night?"

She seemed uncertain how to take these words. She was not a superstition person by any means, and truly did not believe in the Priest's ghost stories, but it just seemed an odd thing for him to say. She shook it off as it being part of his scouting job. After all, she had heard that some scouts where only sent out AFTER the sun set.

" I will leave them be....and, thank you for tending to me."

She didn't know what else to say.
 
He smiled as he heard her thanks, nodding his head within the hood of his cloak. "Of course. I couldn't let you stay on your own, unconscious in the woods, now, could I?" He pondered how to answer her words before her thanks. He didn't want that sitting in the air for her to ponder. That pondering was dangerous. It would undoubtedly end with him waking up at nightfall with a stake in his chest. Not that it would kill him, but it was really frickin painful to take care of, it would be bad if they saw someone that was suppose to be dead leave the inn, and it would be a good two or three days underground before he would fully heal. Last time that happened, he nearly killed the person he picked to feed from after. So since, he was more careful.

"Yes, I live during the night. Living in the darkness had my eyes adapt, giving me excellent vision in darkness that few normal people have. Where one would be completely blind, I can go unhindered. I am prized with that."

He picked his head up, his eyes shining at her. There was a candle lit at the side table next to her, and the glow from it showed his face, half covered in shadows, but his eyes nearly glowed a light blue in the light. "If you need anything, just ask. Until you are well, I'm not letting you out of my sight."
 
Mayrith listened to his words, quietly, absorbing them in semi dazed state. She could feel herself growing faintly tired. A drowsy pull that seemed unusual for her, But still was put off to her injury. She took the time he was talking to watch him, a faintly puzzled look entering into her eyes as she, studied him.

His words, made sense. She wondered if she had stayed out at night all the time when she was younger if the same would have happened. Would the light hurt? She delicately shuddered at the thought of her eyes hurting from the sunlight. She enjoyed the sun, but then again, she also enjoyed the night. It was soothing to her often restless spirit.

As he lifted his face, she gasped, unable to stop it from passing her lips. She hadn't realized how handsome his face was before. She had been doing her best not to look. A trait beat into her at some point in life. She had the oddest desire to get up from her place on the bed and go to him. She wanted to touch his face, curious.

Suddenly she blushed and looked away, speaking softly.

"If, I could perhaps have some water? I feel, parched."
 
Her thoughts passed through his mind, and he smiled softly. Her words mad him stand, and he nodded, turning away and moving to the door. "I will be back in a moment. Rest." He left the room, moving a little slower than his usual stride from a feeling of lethargy. It was a little too warm for him, and the sun was draining. But he managed to get her a glass of cool water, carrying it back upstairs.

He entered their room and moved to her side, kneeling at the floor and helping her drink. "Drink it slowly, so you don't choke." He said in a soft, velvet voice. His eyes never strayed from hers. It was obvious that he had his own wants of touching her, though he held himself back for her courtesy. He was sure, though, that she was falling for him. Like he had fallen for her. Things were always much faster for Vampires, they knew.
 
Mayrith turned her head just a bit to watch as he left the room, her face still faintly red. She had no idea what was going on with her. She hadn't known him long, and yet she felt a weired tingling warmth when he came near her. It disturbed her in a sense, and she wasn't fully sure what to do about it.

She startled just a little when he came back, pulling her out of her thoughts swiftly. As he helped her drink, she could feel the coolness of the water refreshing her, easing the soreness in her throat, the dry ache.

Once she finished drinking, she realized with a start that his eyes had never strayed from her's> It almost made her feel as if he knew what she was thinking, and that thought in it's self made her flush. She swallowed a bit nervous.

"Thank you for the water. It was greatly needed."

She looked at him, watching him, that same feeling as before going through her body, and without even thinking about what she was doing, she was lightly touching his face with the tips of her fingers.
 
He nodded at her words, softening his smile. But then he felt her hand against his cheek, and his mouth opened slightly. He was so concentrated on her eyes that he didn't see her hand move. But her soft touch was definitely pleasing to the senses, and his eyes closed as his own hand moved up, cupping the back of her hand and holding it against his cheek.

That touch wasn't enough, though. He opened his eyes after a moment and looked back to hers. His hand slid from hers, and gently framed her face, palm resting against her cheek, feeling her soft skin. That wasn't enough after a moment, and he slowly moved down, his eyes closing as his lips met hers, brushing against in a soft kiss. It was like a shock of electricity went through him, from his lips to down his spine and down every part of his body. He pulled from the kiss, shocked at the reaction the kiss pulled from his body, but that only made him more sure of their connection. He moved back, kissing lightly again.
 
Mayrith only realized what she had done, when his hand moved to cup the back of her's, causing a faint jolt of surprise to go through her. She felt momentarily stunned that she had done such a thing, and more so that he was responding to her. She had never thought much on such subjects and yet now every one of those thoughts of falling for some one was swirling through her head.

When he reached out and took her face in his hands, she was beside herself with a moments uncertainty. It quickly vanished as he kissed her, a shock of energy moving through her body, leaving in it's wake a devastating feeling of longing. What she was longing for confused her, and almost scared her as she slowly realized what it was. She had fallen for him, and in such a short time.

A feeling not unlike awe washed through her, even as he kissed her again, causing her to close her eyes and move her hand to his neck, kissing him in return. Tasting him.
 
He let out a soft sound of enjoyment as he felt her respond to the second kiss, feeling her hand move up to his neck. His arms moved of their own accord as he moved to be on the edge of the bed, one hand resting behind her head, the other staying on her cheek. The kiss deepened as he pulled her a little closer, his lips opening slightly as his tongue flicked her lips, asking for entrance.

But before he was granted it, he broke the kiss, pulling back slightly. He looked into her eyes, his own lust and need and love shining in them. But he knew he had to go slow and easy with her. He wasn't going to risk losing her. And he wasn't going to let her go. He was hers in the eyes of his race.
 
Mayrith was in a state of shocked enjoyment. She certainly didn't understand how such feelings could come upon her so fast, but she wasn't questioning them at the moment. To wrapped in the sensations of then and now. As she felt his tongue flick against her lips, and she was going to open her mouth to him, when he pulled back.

She watched him looking in her eyes, and felt the soft blush come over her cheeks as she saw what shone in his eyes. She felt like ducking her head a bit to hide her face from the intensity of his eyes, but she didn't, feeling in a way, the same. She just didn't fully understand it as he did.
 
Her blush made him smile, and his hands came up to pull the hood away from his head. His hair fell down over a shoulder, still tied up but a little more ruffled after the tie. He leaned forward again, kissing her a little deeper. He wanted to give her his all and make her his, but he was a little too tired. And drained because of the sun. But once the night fell, he had the perfect place to take her.

A place that had it's own beauty and magic. A place that was his own, unknown to anyone alive. Where he stayed to heal and rest, and relax. And soon, a place where he would claim his love.
 
Mayrith's eyes widened just a bit as he pulled the hood down from himself. How had she not noticed him more clearly earlier? Perhaps she had been so flustered by the Master Butcher, that she hadn't really taken not. Or perhaps it as the fact that now she felt something for him that was not there before. She wondered for a brief moment in time if she was going to ever understand the abruptness of her feelings for him, in any shape or form.

She moved her hands a bit to touch his hair as he kissed her, her own body responding back in like, kissing gently at first, and then with a little more, intensity.
 
He smiled as she responded to his kiss, gently nuzzling against her hand. His tongue flicked against her lips, waiting for entrance before beelining for her tongue, flicking against it, dancing against hers. His arms drew her up slightly, pulling her closer before laying next to her, against her body.

"I have to get some sleep." He whispered in the kiss. "I have somewhere I want to take you once night falls. It is a magnificent place."
 
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