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Dark Attentions - Me and Raziel99

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Aithne ducked the blow of the vampire. She hadn't had problems fighting them before, but this one must be old. Already she had fought two illusions, and there was blood pouring down her flesh from cuts that covered her. Insects had been feasting upon her, and all she could do was grow a quick pelt of furr, to distract their attentions.

She was doing the best she could with this one, but it was difficult. She panted for breath, as she dodged another blow, screaming her frustration as she slammed her taloned hand into the vampires chest. She hissed in pain as the vampires acidic blood stained her skin. Pain searing through her hair and her mind as the vampires blood worked it's way into her system.

She bolted then, running as she left the vampire convulsing. When she was a safe enough distance away, she set the heart in her hand on fire using the lighter she kept on hand. Wasn't hard to break it open, and let the fluid fall on the heart, and then light it up.

She threw it away, and craddled her burned hand to her skin. The female was definitely not in a good mood. Clad in a pair of jeans, and a torn t-shirt, the twenty three year old wasn't happy. Amber eyes filled with anger as she clutched her hand to her. Hoping her families natural healing abilities would kick in sooner.

Blond tipped hair fell around her shoulders. Blood matting the dirty blond locks. It was blond only at the tips, because of the time she had spent in the sun, when she lived in California. Now she was in Portland, a city that didn't even seem to have any end to the vampires within it.

She was a slim female, only standing at about five two, and that was on a good day. On bad days like this one she felt smaller. She pushed herself to stand, and then struggled towards her home. It was a good three mile walk. Covered in blood, and cuts... and goddess only knows what else.
 
The howl from the vampire did nothing to stun him, which the demon obviously wanted. "Now, Don, you should keep your calm." Donovan said, standing straight, unflinching as the vampire rushed at him, moving at the very last moment and sending a long sliver of wood through it's leg, hearing another howl, this one of pain.

For the last half hour he had been doing this dance with the vampire, himself unscathed, but the beast was all over the place: blood and flayed skin as it missed and was unable to block. Donovan was enjoying the slow death he was giving to this beast, served it right for all the pain it gave on the nearby city of Portland. But he was starting to get bored of these antics.

Donovan rushed towards the beast, flipping and bringing his heal down hard, crushing the thing's head in before landing and pulling out its heart while it tried to repair itself. A Lightning bolt later and everything was ashes. Brutal, but a sense of apathy was beyond him. About 2 centuries beyond him, actually.

He slowly walked away from the now scarred scene, the blood and skin that he had removed from the vampire burnt and destroyed. Hunger was slowly pulsing through him. He needed to feed, but he was feeling up to enjoying the gray scale around him. Better than the black of behind his eyelids.

Standing at about 6'4'', with shoulder length brown hair, tied back, Donovan was intimidating in every sense. He pulled the cloak he was wearing closer around him, better to hide. His blue eyes scanned over the area. Awake for 50 years, just long enough to learn the language and area intimately.
 
Aithne continued to walk down the street, at the edge of the woods. Amber eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. She was fully human again, the curse of her family... to hunt the undead. It drew out the beast in her, like the nighttime did. Her eyes closed as she leaned against a tree, shuddering faintly and panting. She felt her skin knitting itself back together. She would be home soon, just another fifteen to twenty minutes.

She bit the inside of her cheek and continued to walk. The pulsing of pain in her hand, was enough to bring her to her knees. But Aithne Baine, was a strong young woman. She wouldn't let the darkness of the vampire slip into her mind. She wouldn't let the blood of that creature control her. Her body fought against it as she walked, and her mind wrapped around her situation. One more down, she hoped there where no other old ones nearby.

Her wounds where all gone now, minus the burns on her hand. Acidic blood, fucking annoyed the hell out of her. Honestly, what the FUCK was up with that damn vampire. Couldn't if have stayed asleep, and bothered someone else. But no it had to try and rip out her neck, damn thing annoyed her... She mumbled beneath her breath, hair falling in her eyes now.
 
He traveled before smelling blood. Turning into the predator he was, he rushed forward. In moments, he found the body of a dead vampire. Kneeling down, and checking the body, he knew it was a ancient. In fact, it was THE ancient he had been trailing for a while. Dead. He looked around quickly. It had to be a human hand. A fellow Hunter would know to burn the body as well. Standing up, he summoned lightning and burned the body and nearby blood. But he saw a trail of blood, and decided to follow it.

It wasn't too long until he found the charred remains of a heart. Sending another bolt, he made sure the job was done before continuing on the blood path. Whoever it was was injured, and, no matter how hungry he was, it was a hunter that needed his help. He could get his feeding elsewhere.

Donovan stayed in the treeline, though. He knew the human hunters found no difference from Vampire and Carpathian, and grew wary. He slowed down and started to tread silently. Soon, he found a female. A oddly beautiful female. And like that he had to look away, it was like a flashbang going off right in front of his eyes. He turned his head back and saw... color? He kept forward, now oddly intrigued. And a new feeling came into him: Hope.

He kept as close as he possibly could go, not wanting to alarm her. But he had to help somehow. And he was more cunning than any hunter. So after about a half mile trailing, he walked out of the treeline, moving towards her, slowly, but enough to advance. "You seem hurt." He said in a low, almost seducing tone, velvet. His blue eyes locking on her form.
 
Aithne's breath came in a harsh manner. Her eyes closing for a moment as she leaned against a tree. Her family knew distinctions, how to tell vampire from Carpathian. One of the few families that actually knew the truth. Her eyes closed completely as she slid down the tree. A break, she needed a break. Where was her damn bottle of water.

YES! It had survived the fight. Shakily she bit the cap off of it. She gasped softly as she poured water over her seared hand. Good thing she had used her left hand, her less dominant. Her forehead pressed to her knees. Dirty blond hair falling around here. Now that it was fall, it was more brown then anything, with her blondish tips.

She bit her lip and then stood up, continuing on her path. She walked still towards her home. When she got home, she had a hot -... WOW alert, alert... Cutie was talking to HER?!? Definitely something new, for the female. She blinked rapidly as she stared at the males blue eyes, surprise passing over her features.

She was hurt, but what should she do. Was this a vampire or a Carpathian. "Identify yourself..." She snapped in a rather odd tone. It kind of reminded her of a cornered wolf. All snappy and growly, was this a innate sign to her that something was up? Was it a vampire, or something to be more worried about? It wasn't a young carpathian. There hadn't been young ones in ages... according to her mother.

The Carpathian's where a dying race. She side stepped and kept walking, keeping her face to him, and not letting her back turn to him.
 
He saw the flash of confusion on her face, then heard her words. He bowed, his cloak opening to show dark-black clothing, fitting well on a toned, well-made but not overly muscular body. "I am Donovan, of the De La Cruz lineage." He slowly stood back up, muscles rippling under his clothing. His movements kept slow and even as he moved towards her. "You must be the one that destroyed the vampire back there. I finished it off for you. But you seem Injured. Let me help you." Soon, he was close enough, and he reached out, gently taking her left arm with his right hand.
 
Aithne listened to him in silence, by the name of him he was an Ancient. Just her luck, she stepped back further. Her eyes narrowing, definitely not a female that would lay down and let a male do as he pleased with her. A growl rose from her lips on instinct as she turned to bolt. He knew she had killed the vampire, that was obvious.

When he grabbed unto her arm, a gasp of pain bubbled up through her. A scream ripping from her lips as she hit her knees. Her hand spasmed as she shuddered and whimpered faintly. Oh goddess, that hurt, that hurt so much. The damn burns from the vampires blood.
 
He moved quick onto his knees as well. He moved her arm to be parallel to the ground, after moving his hand to where she wasn't burnt. By the gods... He was quick to move from his body, his powerful energy moving into her arm. The poison blood was strong, no doubt from a ancient vampire. But he was stronger, and he quickly flushed it fro her, bodily feeling it fall onto the ground.

The burns were next, healing them to normal before doing a quick double check over her, then leaving her body. He kept to his own business, healing her. He could check the intricacies of her blood and body later. Going back into his own body, he looked up at her. "You need to rest. You will be fine." He slowly stood up, helping her back onto her feet.
 
Alright Aithne was not a happy camper. How DARE he act like that with her. She went still as she watched the burns, and felt the burn of the blood leave her. A breath passing from her as she felt her body come alive. Why was she reacting to him, the lust pulsing through her. Anger and fear burst through her as he spoke and helped her stand up. SHe yanked her arm from him.

Giving a snarl and bolting from him then. SHe didn't understand the situation, but she didn't like the emotions that he was starting in her. She shuddered as she ran, and tried to focus her mind. She didn't know there was no way she could outrun him. Rain started to fall, having been gathering all night.
 
Donovan watched her run off. He would find her again. And he will seduce her. That was already locked in his mind. But the night was still young, and he had to feed. and hunt. The world before himself.

He Rushed back into the woods, heading towards the city. He was distracted a few times by his new sight. The colors! It was amazing to him, otherworldly. But he quickly hunted through the city, finding two easy targets, hoodrats in the alleys. He drank just enough to sustain himself for the night. And then he was gone, back into the forest.

In the air, he felt the sinister darkness around him. More of them? He had to let out a sigh. Then he took flight. All in a life's work.
 
Aithne managed to get home, and then slammed the door shut. She collapsed on the floor and passed out. When she awakened in the morning she was stretched on the couch with her twenty year old brother Mac, watching over her. Mac was a lot like her, same slim build... eyes and his hair was a lighter color. He was rather attractive, but she wasn't interested in family like that... that was just SICK.

She slumped a little against the couch and looked around the room. It was morning now, had all of that really happened. Yep her clothes where still a mess, she was still streaked with blood. She pulled herself from the couch and washed. After that she spent the next week avoiding those woods.

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She walked down the city street. Dreams of him had haunted her, those blue eyes. Long hair skating along her thighs as his mouth worked on the hairless lips of her - she shuddered as she remembered last nights dream. Biting her hand as she sighed softly and tried to regain control of herself.

Damn dreams, damn carpathian..
 
It just so happened that he was walking down the same street, eyes closed as he thought. Just thought. It had been a while since he got a hold of his own body. And now, it was harder for him. The new flow of emotions, the colors that were still a little bright... everything was a little much to him, after years of not having it.

...And still he had her in his eyes, a beautiful, slightly short but with delicious curves. He couldn't wait to have her...

There she was, just down the road. His own cloak was open, showing a toned body in dark clothes once again. Hopefully something she would find irresistible.
 
Aithne stopped dead as she noticed him. Eyes narrowing now as she backstepped. Oh yes it was almost so, but she wasn't going to go running to him. No... she controlled her own life damnit. She fleed then, and went down a side street. She had avoided this area for a reason, she didn't want to be around him. Didn't want to meet up with him.

He haunted her, and she hated being haunted. It was worse then the vamp that actually almost managed to rape her. A shudder passing up her frame. She hadn't had sex yet, and she damn well didn't plan on it. Until she had to create the next generation of Baines.
 
He sighed, deciding not to follow... directly. He looked around, seeing a empty area. He felt and nobody could see him. He jumped then, landing on the top of a large building, and slowly followed, out of sight, far enough behind that she wouldn't freak out.

But he had a bad feeling about the area. Something dark... He knew there was a vampire around. He just couldn't tell where.
 
As scream rent the air, Aithne's attention was caught. She bolted into the alley, and noticed the vampire feasting on the woman's neck. Blood sprayed, and the scream died out. "Sonuvabitch!" She screamed as she bolted at the creature. Hand morphing to have talons. She swiped at the vampires neck, and torso. He leaped back and raised a brow at her.

He was an attractive one, but she knew beneath his illusions he was ugly as sin. "A female Hunter? Or are you one of those darling little cat shifters?" he said as he sniffed the air. "mmm virgin, that smells delicious..." She heard him whisper. She gagged faintly as she lashed out and slashed at him again. He backhanded her, and she hit the wall.

Old... fucking old as hell. SHIT!
 
He saw the vile beast, saw through the mask, and through force of will held back a little bile. What a disgusting, vile creature... He jumped down from the building after she was struck, landing in front of her. He was quick to put a strong safeguard over her, something that the beast couldn't penetrate.

"Now, look who we have here." Donovan said teasingly. "Angelo. Long time." His hands flew upward, and before anyone could see, Angelo was knocked back, hard, with Donovan where he was standing. "Now, is that really any way to treat a woman?" His voice went from teasing to harsh, pure iron that could hurt just by listening. He took the few steps and plunged his hand into Angelo's chest. It wasn't difficult for him, at all. A sickening pop sound and a lightning bolt later, the beast was no more.

"Weakling." He muttered as he turned to Aithne. He undid the safeguard quickly and walked toward her. "I hope you are ok."
 
Even though he had appeared, she still stumbled back and hit the wall pretty hard. Safeguard or not, she was pissed. Eyes glowed gold in the darkness. Her body crouched as she growled at him. Her eyes glowing brighter as she yanked away. "Damnit you are preventing me from doing my JOB" She hissed at him. Her lips pulling away from her teeth. A growl rising in her throat again. Where those, yes it was indeed a flash of canines.

But these where blunter then his, more aligned to that of a wolf. But they where most definitely not human teeth. She yanked away from him, putting her back to the wall. "Why do you have to continue to stalk me?" She questioned in a rather angry tone.
 
He let out his own growl. "If it wasn't for me, you would be dead." He turned away from her before shifting. The form was something she would be intimately familiar with. He was a wolf, fur of snow white. He turned his body to look at her, blue eyes locking on hers before he started a slow walk out of the alleyway.
 
Her eyes narrowed on him as he shifted. Definitely a Carpathian, in name and actions. "Yes, ever figure that I could handle it myself!" She yelled after him. She was a stubborn female, definitely> She growled softly as she was released and bolted from the alleyway. She needed to get somewhere she could run. She took off as fast as she could, off towards the woods.

There she shifted to her full lupine form, a dark and rather earthen colored wolf. She darted down between trees and twisted softly inside her mind. She curled up there, and let the wolf be free to run.
 
His movements were purposefully slow and even, moving out of the town in his wolf form. The forest. A perfect place. He roamed freely, Ignoring the other wildlife. Except any feeling of vampires. Which none were around.

Through the forest he ran, faster than anything else. Freedom to him, now with color, and he could feel the rush of it. It was amazing.
 
Aithne continued to ran, a growl rising from her throat. Her head titled back as a howl of torment and lonliness tore from her lips. The coyotes in the area responded as they freaked out and ran away. She growled to herself and continued to ran, the scent of another wolf coming upon her. She would avoid him, he smelt like the Carpathian did. Why was that Carpathian after her? Her mother said they only bothered women when they wanted sex, or where looking for a lifemate. Why bother her, when there where infinitely prettier girls running around?
 
After a long run, and hearing the howl but ignoring it for his sanity, he found a nice, comfortable spot to rest for a hour or two. he curled up at the foot of a tree and closed his eyes, letting his senses fly outward to warn him.

Later, he woke and looked around. Nothing nearby, from what he saw. But something was close, he couldn't put his finger on what though.
 
Aithne ran her heart out, and sat down to rest. Shifting back to human form. She would have to get some new clothes again. At least they stayed intact mostly. She never really got the full knock of keeping her clothes when she shifted. She sighed as she closed her eyes, and crouched at the edge of a small clearing. She stayed there, curling up and just looking at the sky above her. Thinking about that damn Carpathian, and trying to piece together why he was doing this.
 
He slowly walked around, before taking off at a run. Following a familiar scent. Soon he slowed down. He saw her, sitting on the ground. He let out a sigh, the best he could as a wolf anyway, and walked over to her. He sat down next to her, curled up, moving his head into her hand. He didn't want to fight or argue right now.
 
Aithne watched the wolf, and when it curled with her she couldn't fight the urge to pet it. She stroked across the fur and sighed. "Why me? Why do you bother me so much..." She whispered soflty. She didn't want her freedom ended, there was only one real reason the Carpathian would bother her as much as he had been. "I'm her... aren't I? Mother spoke that one of our line was destined to the Carpathians..." She whispered soflty.
 
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