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Hunting the Hunter (Drac & FK)

Vesta woke to the chill of a cement floor, and the aching, screaming migraine of a vampire bled and silvered. She was weak, very weak,a nd she would be until she could get some blood.

She was so far gone that for a few moments, she couldn't get a bearing on her surroundings. She sat up slowly, the room spinning around her and then setting itself in place. She was surrounded by bars, cool, metal bars. Moving to her hands and knees, she crawled to the edge of the cage and touched one of them, then screamed. Jerking her hand back she hissed.

In her unconscious state, her fangs had retracted, but now they were out again. She settled back onto her heels and looked around the room outside of the cage.

Having never been caught before, she had never been in a place like this. She hissed at the site of the room, and the many implements laying and hanging around it. Many of them were silver, but she saw vials along the wall that could be nothing other than holy water. SHe shuddered at the thought and screamed, a high pitch, ear shattering scream.

"HUNTERRRRRRR!"
 
Michael heard the vampire screaming in the other room, but did not respond to her. He continued his prayers instead, asking for guidance. He felt lost, his path was no longer clear to him, how was he to save mankind from her kind when everything she had said was true. His prayers brought no answers and when he finished he found himself even more frustrated at his situation. He looked at her on the tv screen that was hooked to the camera in the room which held her cage. Contemplating his options, perhaps in her he had been given the tool he needed to accomplish his goals. If he could break her will, perhaps she could be of use in his battle against the rest of her kind.

He watched as she continued to rage at him, he could still hear her screams and decided he had enough. Moving over to the nearby control panel he turned some nobs and watched. In the other room a shuttered skylight snapped open, allowing thin strips of light from the sun high in the sky above to fall down upon her skin, before it snapped closed again.
 
The vampiress hissed and screamed with all her might. SHe knew that the man could hear her, wherever he was, and it infuriated her that he did not answer. It was not until she heard the whirring of a sky light opening that she realized he was watching her form somewhere remote.

She screamed as the sunlight hit her, scurrying to find a place where it couldn't hit her. She hit the bars of the cage on accident, and screamed twice as loudly, in the end curling up, hunched over her feet as the sun burned into ehr flesh, leaving blackened strips.

As soon as the skylight closed, they began healing, albeit slower than usual. She laid on the floor for a long moment, collecting herself before she stood again. Ripping at her cloak, she wrapped it around her hands and grabbed the bars of her cage, pulling. She knew she was weak, but she had some hope that she could rip the bars free.

Unfortunately, she could not, and after a few moments the silver began to burn her even through the fabric.
 
Michael walked into the room, an almost smiled in amusment at her rage as she pulled in vain at the bars. She would not have been able to bend them even at her strongest. They were made from a special alloy designed to be near unbreakable, laced with blessed silver. He walked up very close to the cage his hands behind his back and simply looked at her, saying nothing.
 
Vesta hissed as the hunter stepped into the room, walking right up to the cage. Her now silver eyes flashed red and she lunged at him, reaching through the bars. She screamed as the silver burned her, and yet she clutched, grasping for the hunter, letting the silver further poison her for the chance to get her hands on him.
 
In response to her lunge for him Michael brought his arm around from behind his back in a swinging motion and flipped his thumb across the cap of the vial he held in his hand. Sending blessed Holy Water splashing out onto her, he watched as the water struck her and began to burn, he felt satisfaction in her suffering, but had to remind himself that he needed her.

"That is only a small taste of what is to come for you hell bitch"
 
Vesta screamed as the water splashed on her arms and face. She pulled back quickly, cradling her arms and covering her face as she hissed, landing on her ass in the center of the cage. Again, she healed slowly, but she healed, and she looked up at the Hunter.

"On mistake, and I'll drain you dry!" She hissed the words, and they held the conviction of her hatred. Conviction would do her no good though,it was obvious that she was weak, the veins beneath her thin white skin turning blue and silver from poisoning and lack of blood. SHe began to look like a moving marble piece of art.
 
"Then perhaps I should solve that problem now?" he asked as he walked over to the wrack of tools and removed a pair of small silver pliers "Perhaps I should start by removing those fangs of yours, what do you think?"

He knew that what he proposed was perhaps more horrifying to her than burning alive in the sun, without her fangs she could not feed. She could not nourish herself, she would waste away unable to sate her thrist as her strength faded till she was left nothing but a shrivled husk consumed by only the most base instincts that it could never achieve.
 
She lurched back form him, covering her mouth in terror. Fangs were a vampires lively-hood. If he took them, she had nothing. She stared at him with wide eyes, for a moment not the self-assured, vicious vampire. There was a crack in her composure, one he would now know.

SHe hissed as he hand dropped, baring her fangs.

"You wouldn't dare," it was nearly a whisper, malicious and unbelieving. "You kept me alive for a reason, you know if you remove my fangs I will be of no use to you."

She thought she was calling his bluff.
 
"You will not die instantly, I can still get plenty of use from you before you waste away" he replied moving closer the pliers now in his hand. "The choice is yours hell bitch, give me something to use against your cursed kind and perhaps I will allow you to keep them awhile longer"

His eyes were deadly serious, he fully intended to begin removing her fangs should she continue to resist. He needed her yes, but he had no time to play her games, she would submit or he would take what he needed from her.
 
She hissed and pulled back further, her eyes remaining on the pliers. She thought quickly, and only one effective answer came to mind.

"Use me!"

It wasn't the best answer, for either of them. She knew what it would entail, she would at least have to appear to submit to him, at least until she had taken enough vampire blood to have the strength to kill him. It would be harder, since he would be expecting it.

"There is no better way to kill a vampire, than with another vampire."

She had, in a way, said that the night before, when she had claimed that the only good Hunter was a dead Hunter.

"I move faster, stealthier than you, I'm stronger, and more vicious, and I'm much harder to kill."

She was till watching the pliers, keeping her distance even as she bared her fangs in anger adn hatred.
 
"You are also impossible to trust hell spawn" he replied but his movement towards her stopped, "what is to keep you from simply fleeing when i release you, or turning on me at the first opportunity. No while I agree with your assessment, I don't believe that it will work, those fangs will have to go.... unless..."

he left his last statement cryptic, to gauge her response. He knew any number of horrible thoughts could race through her mind at the sound of that word. He needed to see for himself how desperate she was, if she was truly in a position where she would accept what he had planned for her. Or if this was simply an elaborate ruse.
 
She stared at him for a long moment, measuring his conviction. SHe could not lose her fangs, but she did not want to weaken herself to him. SHe studied his face, and finally, her fangs retracted, as a sign of good faith, she hoped.


"Unless what," she asked hesitantly, sitting up some. She was still a predator, caged, and ready to attack, but she was trying to take her hackles down, at least long enough to see what torment he had in mind to chain her to him.
 
He walked back over to the rack and removed something else. He held a simple steel collar up for her to see, "unless you are willing to wear this" He turned the collar over and showed her the small spiked studs on the inside.

This collar contains an internally stored dose of concentrated silver nitrate and holy water, it is remotely linked to a control which i posses. If i trigger the remote the entire contents of the collar will be injected directly into your blood stream. Its linked to the ancient satellite network so the remote will function no matter how far away you are"

He tossed the collar into her cage and waited to see what she would do.
 
She stared at him for a moment, her gaze of surprise turning to a glare as he eyes fell to the collar on teh floor of her cage. She hissed at it, her fangs dropping again as she picked it up like something dead and rotting that offended her.


"I imagine it's a fatal dose?" She hissed the words at him, running a finger over the studs. She knew they would sink into her flesh the moment she put it on, and that her body would heal around them. The concept was agonizing and infuriating.
 
"More than likely, although not enough to kill instantly. You would most likely take several hours to die" he replied

He watched her as she examined the collar, he could almost see the wheels turning in her head trying to find a way out of it. Yet at the same time he saw the desperation, and knew that she would ultimately put the collar on. She was reacting exactly as he had hopped and at last he felt perhaps he had a chance to make his dreams real.
 
Vesta bared her fangs at the thought of wearing the tool of her death, but int eh end she had no real choice. Finally, she lifted the collar to her neck, and she closed it. SHe hissed in pain, her back arching as the sharp studs on the collar sank into her flesh. Her nails dug into the metal for a moment, and then she let go, glaring at him.

"Now you have me, so let me out, and let me feed, before I die of silver poisoning."

It was only partially a lie. She could probably go a couple of days without dying, but it was inevitable if she did not feed. The silver poisoning would eventually do her in.

She smirked slightly, "I'd quite like a bit of your blood, you know."
 
"I'm sure you would demon spawn, but If you desire that you will have to earn it first. For now you will settle for this" he replied as he tossed her a pack of preserved blood. "You may feed when im done, for now stand still and do not move. If you make any false move I will not hesitate to activate the collar."

stepping forward he unlatched the cage and opened the door, then stepped inside and raised a silver lock, which he fastened through the clasp on the collar. Then he held up the key to her face, before slipping it over his neck.

"It is still mid day, when night falls we shall discuss our arrangement further." he replied before stepping back out of the cage and walking over to the nearby table upon which a number of books sat.
 
Vesta hissed as he threw her a packet of blood, but grabbed it deftly from mid-air. She stared at it in disgust. Cold, dead blood was sickening, but if it was all he would offer, she would take it . . for now.

She stared at him as he opened the cage, and every muscle in her body tensed. Still, she remained very still, for the simple uncertainty that he would poison her. When he locked the collar she hissed at him and bared her fangs, but did not move after him.

She said nothing as the cage was closed again, instead she turned her back on him and laid down. Biting into the bag of blood, she tried not to gag as she replenished herself, falling asleep nearly before she was finished. Being awake in the middle of the day was taxing in full health, let alone half drained and poisoned.
 
When night fell Michael was still at the desk, pouring over ancient tomes and manuscripts. Searching for information that would aid him in his coming plan. He did not even notice when the sun set, he had unlocked her cage earlier after she had fallen asleep. He knew that the fear of the collar would hold her subservient for some time. He also knew she would do everything in her power to find a way out of it and to extract vengance upon him, that was the primary aim of his reasearch, he had to find a more permanent means of control.
 
Vesta woke, stretching like a feline. Before she even opened her eyes, the events of the night before rushed back to her. She had the clear mind of a vampire half her age, and she was sharp. That was how she had stayed alive so long.

None of that would help much in this situation though. Sitting up,s he saw that the cage door was lightly ajar, and she stood, reaching out a bit hesitantly and pushing at the door. She hissed as the door swung open and she pulled her burned hand back. Her eyes were beginning to return to their normal golden color, but she could still feel the silver in her blood, and she was still not that much stronger than a mortal woman.

"If you want me to do any harm to anything bigger than a mouse, I need more blood than what you gave me." She hissed the words, standing int he opening of her cage. She was having a hard time restraining herself from lunging at him.

"And I want more clothing, you destroyed these."
 
"There are more packs in the freezer and im sure if you look around you can find some clothes you are not helpless" he replied without looking up from his books. He did not have time to deal with her attitude at the moment. He had research to do and little time to do it in. If he was to begin his plan tonight he needed more information than he currently possessed.
 
Vesta hissed, and turned on her heel. She nearly ripped the freezer door off to get to the blood, downing another two packets before she even bothered to look at him again.

She stared at him for a long moment, then got a devious idea. Her fangs protracted for just a moment, the she let them slip back inside her mouth. She smirked as she slid up behind him, a long, slender finger with a slightly sharpened nail touching his neck, and sliding down, beneath his collar.

"You know, I could always go without clothing."
 
Michael felt her nail slide across his skin and froze for a moment, his thumb moving closer to the trigger for her collar, when she spoke he moved his finger away again however. He had to admit part of him would have liked to see that, but it would only provide a distraction that he did not need at present.

"Exactly what purpose would that serve?" he asked her still not looking up from his research.
 
She shrugged a little, leaning down close to him, her tongue running over his ear as she whispered her answer.

"You want me to serve you, let me show you how well I can serve." Her breath was hot on his ear, especially for a woman who did not have a bit of heat in her body.
 
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