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Bite Me, I Dare You. [Raindrop Memories x Raziel99]

Captain Island

Captain Island

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The superior, almighty WEST COAST.
      • The lights of downtown Los Angeles sparkled brightly against the backdrop of the setting sun. Rich hues of violet, copper and gold brought the cool breeze of the evening. Everywhere the sounds of bass and techno erupting from the nearby nightclubs echoed throughout the busy streets... one club in particular: the new Afterlife.

        Darya Kozlova waited impatiently in line behind a large group of spring break undergrad students, some of them she recognized from her classes. Fortunately, she wasn't the type to go to clubs -- at least in their eyes -- and so she remained unrecognizable. She shivered as the temperature dropped quickly along with the sun, her cropped leather jacket doing little to keep the cold out.

        "Move along, now!" the bouncer boomed over the voices of boisterous young adults, as he skimmed the flashed IDs of students, quickly ushering as many people as he could inside. It wasn't long before Darya found herself in a sea of dancers, strobe lights flashing arrays of color, momentarily blinding her. She closed her eyes, feeling the pulse of the music reverberate and throb through the walls, the dancefloor, the air and the bodies of so many people surrounding her.

        For a couple moments she felt total bliss in her dance, until she became pushed around by the clubbers on the dancefloor. Breaking her trance, she grew a little disheartened and wanted to lose herself in the music again, but Darya knew she had something to do tonight, maybe dancing would come later.

        Yeah, right. The girl thought sarcastically as she weaved through the mass of humans, and found an empty seat at the bar. She took that seat and waved for the bartender to mix her a drink... nevermind the fact that she might not have the cash for it. It made her groan a little, but she knew she could simply give the next boy that sat next to her a demure smile with a small request for cash, and she'd find herself with a couple twenties in her hands. Even if the kid thought he'd get something later, she would always be long gone before the end of the night.

        The icy cold sangria tasted crisp, fruity and refreshing, the crimson blood color reminding the Russian of her duties tonight. Taking sips every so often with the warmth of alcohol spreading through her body, she slipped off the jacket and waited for the telltale signs of her . . . prey.

        Yes, she was Darya Kozlova the Huntress, a proud, 19 year old nemesis to the vampire race. Strapped to her thigh was a knife, the blade about three inches long. The cold metal felt perfect against her bare skin, underneath the fabric of the short black dress she wore. It was inconspicuous, not that different compared to the other girls in the club that wore similar designs, but something about Darya -- whether it was the way it perfectly hugged her curves and toned stomach, the way her raven hair tumbled down in waves to just below her neck, or simply the way she carried herself, with confidence -- set her off from the others, if a person with a well-trained eye observed carefully.

        She set down the empty glass, and scrutinized the crowd. The girl wrinkled her nose. With so many people in an enclosed area, giving off this sweet human aroma, even the most powerful of vampires probably wouldn't be able to resist this live buffet for long . . . and all she had to do was wait.
 
It wasn’t like any young adult in a 25 mile radius wouldn’t be intrigued by a new night club opening up. Hell, it was the second night of it being open, and they were already near capacity. Second night! It may have been that they were more lax on who they let in, and the free liquor for the ladies during the first week. The perfect bait to the perfect trap, he had to say.

Someone came up to his side and tapped him lightly. He turned around, seeing Antony looking at him, making a gesture. He simply nodded, turning to look at the crowd over the dance floor. Possibly one of the best attractions for the club was about to happen. The doors shut, and the lights were slowly dimmed until they were off. There was a murmur of apprehension before a light shot up to the ceiling, before slowly rising up. The club was illuminated with the dim light, leaving shadows everywhere. Several more lights went up towards the ceiling, before they started to dance around, sending shadows all along the floors and ceilings. It was a rather astral effect for people, and the dancing started again, seemingly more lagged by the shadows.

Alexander De Vaux stood slowly from leaning over the little ledge of what one could call the V.I.P area of the club. It was him that pretty much established this club for the covens in the nearby area, under the allowal of the council, of course. Pulling his hair back and tying it at the nape of his neck, he looked around the area. Virkoff already had a woman under his control, taking her up the stairs and soon through to the back room. By the thoughts that Alexander could see in V’s mind, there was only hunger. It was a pity, she would have made a nice vampire to lead more in.

He slowly walked towards the stairs, eyes going through the crowd, thinking of who would be a good feast for the night. It wasn’t long before his eyes found one: a dark haired woman in a blue dress, dancing near the edge of the group. Easy enough target for him. Maybe he would be kind enough to change her. He unbuttoned his shirt, showing off a toned upper body, letting it fly open and move with his movement. When he hit the bottom of the steps, he already had women trying to grab him to dance, or to just touch him. He strolled with pure confidence, his black shirt looking to be slightly see-through under the lights, and his blue eyes shining at every light going around.

It wasn’t long before he was leading the woman was under his shoulder, chatting away as he led her upstairs. It was a guarantee the moment he had said his name to her. He was like a idol among the people that came the night before, it had seemed. On his way upstairs, he passed by Antony heading downstairs. “What are you going for?” Alexander shot after him.

“Beautiful woman over at the bar, I think that would be a good one.”

Alexander smirked, then shrugged. “Didn’t see, don’t care to double back.” And then in silence he got to the top floor, pushing open a door.

Antony strolled over to the bar, sitting down next to this beautiful thing in a tight black dress. He could almost see her allure once she was changed. “Why hello there, beautiful.” He said in a low, almost husky voice, his dark brown eyes looking over her face. He was a little more rounder than the others in the club, not really a fighter, but more a thinker for the clans. He was in a cloak and jeans, but kept the cloak closed just for the hell of it. “We’re showing people around on the first week, a person per owner a night. I was wondering if you want to be the one I chaperone for the night?”
 
      • Darya felt as though a spider was crawling up her spine, and she shivered. She could sense the vampires, almost feel their presence suffocating her. One could simply mistake it for the alcohol, or the fact that the room capacity limit had already been broken. But no, this was different, and she straightened up a little, looking for suspicious things that someone else might not have noticed. Her vision was enhanced, an ability she was gifted when she became a slayer, so she had a much clearer view of the club and of peoples' faces.

        One thing Darya was aiming to see was a person's eyes. There was something about a demon, something in those two glorious windows to the soul that only a slayer or another demon could identify: a sort of devious, heartless yet mesmerizing gaze . . . and it was exactly that that she was searching for.

        The DJ changed the pulsating, hyper-speed techno song to a lighter, slightly slower tune. In a nearly simultaneous change, the sea of people changed their rhythm, enough to enable Darya to notice a man leading a woman off the dance floor. She narrowed her eyes, noticing the way he carried himself. It was a little different... he seemed a little too arrogant, and she stood, about to leave and head after the man when two drunk men stood in front of her, cutting her off. They started to hurl insults and swing punches at each other, ignoring the fact she had to get past them.

        When the bouncers finally broke the fight and hauled the two drunkards to the side, she had already by then lost sight of the woman and the possible vampire. "Bloody hell!" she cursed in Russian, biting her lip and scanning the crowd in a slightly frantic way, attempting to search the two.

        They were gone now, and as far as the huntress knew there would be nothing she could do to help that woman. Reluctantly and frustratedly she sat back down on the chair, only to have a man sit right by her. Once again, she felt the strange tingling run down her spine. Darya turned her head to look at him, and she quirked a brow.

        He had a sort of persuasive way about him, she could tell. Even though he was a little on the heavy side, he'd have no trouble finding a woman to accompany him to the bedroom. It didn't work on her though, because she just wasn't interested and besides, he wasn't even her type. Darya was about to just pay the tab and get set on her way to tracking down the victim when the stranger mentioned something about a private tour . . . interesting. She didn't try this too often, as it gave her the creeps, but she had to do it... she flashed a sweet, flirty smile and leaned a little closer. One glance into his eyes told her the truth . . . this guy was no human.

        "Mmm, I think I might like that," Darya said, her voice soft and careful. She bit her lip in an effort to look innocent. Maybe this guy was teamed up with the other vampire she saw earlier... if so, it'd practically be like killing two birds with one stone.

        I'm so ready to do this.
 
All too easy. Antony thought to himself, smiling at her almost as playfully as she was smiling at him. “Alright then.” He said, his voice getting a little more husky. “Let’s hurry up there and we can get this group tour going.” He stood slowly, offering his hand for her to take before leading her along. He went slowly, this woman definitely someone that could make good company. He led her up the stairs, then through the door in the back of the top floor, through a few hallways, explaining what each room was for, form lights, music selection sent down to the DJ, eventually reaching a room and opening the door.

Virkoff had already devoured the woman that he had taken up, mauled body on the floor, but the woman that Alex was in didn’t have time to be scared, as Alexander pulled her to him, fangs elongating and burying themselves into her neck. It must have been a perfect spot, because she didn’t yell out in pain. Indeed, it sounded as if she moaned from extreme pleasure. Perfect. He drank deeply for a long moment before letting her neck go. His tongue flicked against the bite, sealing it but leaving the scar. She would know her sire. His wrist was soon slashed open, at her lips as he moved her to a large bed, letting her relax as his mind was in her unconscious body, forcing her commands. It was a useful skill of his. It was as he was pulling his wrist away, sealing the wound with his tongue, that he turned to the door opening.

“…And this would be one of the favorite rooms of our… patrons.” Antony said, opening the door, slowly walking forward, turning from her to see what was happening in the room. He should have known that the fun was being had without him, and he frowned slightly as he looked around. “Couldn’t wait, could you?”

Alex’s eyes went to the woman behind Antony, and his eyes widened slightly as his vision was blurred. He could see a few seconds into the future at times, a gift from his mother’s blood, and his shocked mind woke up suddenly. “Antony, get away from her!” He reached to the side of the room, grabbing one of the katanas that the room always had, then everything seemed to go to slow motion as he turned back, watching Antony slowly turn around with a look of puzzlement on his face…
 
      • Darya ignored the offer to hold the man's hand. No way in hell would she touch a stinking vampire's greasy, cold and sweaty palms . . . Ew. She made sure to walk a little behind her 'guide', only paying half attention to how the club was built. The slayer felt her asphyxiation grow stronger, and her back tingled once more as his words went in through one ear and out the other. Feeling her muscles tense as they approached a door at the end of the hallway, Darya felt the acrid stench of fresh blood hit her nostrils, which burned in response. Shit...

        The door opened, and in the room she saw the mangled, dead body of the woman she had seen earlier and a man bent over a younger lady, who was squirming in pleasure at his dark bite and blood before passing out. Unfortunately for Darya, the man had noticed her and for some reason, realized her for who she was.

        What the hell? I know I've never let anyone get out of my grasp! She panicked... but there was no time to think anymore. This time, the huntress had to rely on her pure instincts.

        "Antony, get away from her!" she heard him say.

        Darya immediately leapt to the side, simultaneously to the man who picked up the katana. She stomped hard on the heels of her boots, and heard the familiar 'click' of a blade released from the hidden compartment. With a swift, fluid, almost unnatural movement she kicked Antony in the heart, feeling her blade sink into the flesh before he let out a loud, piercing shriek and exploded into a cloud of ash.

        In a rapid succession she drew out her blade from underneath her dress, and flung it like a spear towards Virkoff, his face still smeared with blood from his last victim. The blade, etched with glowing ancient runes, seemed to follow her directions, as if her mind controlled where it would go.

        Virkoff's neck was pierced by the knife, blood spurting from the wound before he too, expired into a pile of ashes.

        Darya cracked her neck, and took a defensive stance. Unfortunately, that last vampire's ashes were on the other side of the room, along with her dagger. She was up against a guy with a katana... and she could hear the footsteps of bouncers and people running up the stairs, apparently hearing sounds of the struggle...

        I wonder what this guy is going to do... there's no way he's going to let the others see him. No. Fucking. Way.

        But, Darya wasn't so sure.
 
His head followed her actions, watching as though in slow motion as she stomped and brought her foot up in a heavy bicycle kick, seeing the shine of the blade as it buried into Antony’s heart. But he couldn’t shake the sensation as she pulled a blade out and threw it accurately into Virkoff’s face, the latter screaming before turning into ash. Died so fast, not even sure what had hit them before disappearing from the world besides a pile of dust.

“Oh. You. Little. Bitch.” He said in a low voice, almost a growl as his hand went inside his pocked, pulling out a box of matches. It was time to cover his tracks, maybe even have a chance at revenge, but hearing the sounds outside, he doubted it. He had to be fast with the matches. He pulled out three, striking them against his side before tossing them out, one heading at the doorway, the other two splitting and going to each ash pile, setting it ablaze. The doorway was covered in liquor, and was quickly sealed off in flames.

He stood there among the hot flames, holding his weapon as he stared her down. “You will suffer for this.” He said in a low voice. “I just wish that I had the time to take care of you with my own hands. Sadly, that cannot happen.” He turned from her, still wielding the blade, and headed to a curtain. He slashed it open, and from behind him in boxes many blades came out, almost a wall of them. He jumped out of the window just as they fired out around the room. By the time she had evaded the clumsy trap, he would be long gone, off to the underworld for guidance and report of the attack.
 
      • "Heh..." she said, smirking... until she saw the matches. "Wait... What are you doing?!" The huntress leapt to stop her enemy, but it was too late.

        The heat and temperature escalated in the room, flames growing larger. She cursed mentally, falling to the ground and landing on her hands to dodge the blades he had sent spiraling towards her. Unfortunately, when she popped back up, he had already jumped out the window. Smoke filled the room, and glancing at the woman on the bed she realized the victim's chest was still moving... she was alive! Darya knew that although she wanted to kill whoever it was that escaped from her, the life of a human was much more valuable.

        Coughing and wheezing, the slayer crawled over to the bed where the woman lay, and gently picked her up with ease, although Darya had to admit this girl felt like dead-weight. In the haze of the smoke, she could see that the face was familiar... a fellow classmate from her science course. A shame, that she was a bright and popular student. The Russian knew she had to get her friend out of the burning room... but how?

        She glanced out the window, and stared down . . . two stories. If she had time, she could probably get both her and the girl out, but she had to work quicker than usual. Taking deep breaths, Darya held the limp girl in her arms as she swung her legs over the windowsill, and leapt onto the large, thick branch of a tree. Feeling that dreaded bit of unbalance, she slipped and fell to the ground, spraining her ankle. "DAMN IT!" she hissed, the burn of the injury hurting her even more with the weight she was carrying.

        To hell with it, she had this girl safe and sound... Darya was pretty sure someone would find her friend soon. Gently laying the girl on the ground she bit her own lip, trying to take her mind off the pain as she limped off towards the dark end of the alley... She might have to wait a bit for the ankle to heal. It seemed like the guy had disappeared into nothingness.
 
“So nobody knows?”

“Nobody.” Alexander replied, kneeling down before the council. The most powerful group of Elders, at least in the States. Alex himself had been put up for Elder consideration, but fell short by a handful of people.

“And the hunter?”

“Unknown. She killed Virkoff and Antony before I could do anything, and it was everything I could do to destroy the evidence and stay alive long enough to report. She may have been injured in her own escape, but I don’t believe someone of that speed and cunning would be dead from such a diversion.”

“She’s suspect in being the hunter that has been wiping us out rather effortlessly.”

“Then at least now we have a little information on her. Better than none.”

“Indeed.” The council rose. “You have someone that you must watch, the child you almost sired. She will change soon. And check the remains of the club room. Something was left there.” The prescience of the Council was much stronger than Alex’s, even if they couldn’t look at Vampires. Alexander simply stood and headed off. The fires were probably out by now, and he would have time to check for anything.




It was a hour after arriving at the hospital that she flatlined. Two hours after that, there was movement in the morgue.

It was a bloody mess, Alexander thought, as he looked at the carnage that the two of them had done. One whole floor of the hospital was dead, some being killed by him. All of their throats were slashed from back to back, hiding any bite marks that there was. The dust of the fledgling was burned and the remaining ash discarded. If they had only ignored the screams, the people would have been alive. It was a sad fact that he faced as he left the building, the shimmer of metal from both of his sides as he left…
 
      • Darya pounded a fist into the wall of her apartment, over and over again. She clenched her teeth, and would not stop until she felt her knuckles skinned and raw, blood partially staining the dent in the wall. The Russian hissed inwardly. Although her wounds and her sprained ankle were already healing quickly, she was still very, very sore. Hell, even her boyfriend didn't understand why she didn't want to sleep with him that night. He merely mended her wounds -- a bad fall down the stairs at her non-existent parents' house -- and left, without a word. Poor kid... Darya wasn't even that into him. It was merely a cover-up, so that she could at least feel like she had a normal life.

        Tonight though, was most certainly not a good night. Not only had she failed in killing off a vampire and leaving things as discreet and cleaned up as possible, but she had also left behind her beloved steel dagger with the Scriptures. Sure, there might have been some hope that any vampire who picked it up would burn their hands off, but the power of the Script only worked under her recitation and translation. They were useless, as they were written in her native language, Russian.

        Sitting down on her couch, she bit the inside of her cheek, drawing blood. Sucking on the salty sweet taste, Darya felt a little unnerved and felt hysterical about the irony of what she had just done. But there was nothing she could do...
        ...or was there?

        The slayer sat up and flipped on the late-night news, expecting a report of some sort. The details about the fire were blamed on a sudden serial arsonist-murderer, and the charred remains his victims... well, it wasn't entirely false. Some facts just needed a bit of modification.

        She frowned as she saw the news report break in the middle of the show, an aerial view of the nearby hospital on display. The reporter was frantic in her report, apparently a mass murder had been committed, from the morgue to the first floor. With the killers gone, the SWAT team had just reported everyone dead, their throats slashed. The reporter was about to continue when Darya had had enough! The girl switched off TV, her fingers clenched around the remote.

        The one I had saved... she had been Turned. Fuck. Why am I so utterly stupid!?

        She groaned, and took a deep breath. No use in trying to go anywhere tonight. Perhaps first thing at sunset, she'd visit a couple bars... get to know who she was up against. At this point, Darya needed all the information she could get. Closing her eyes, the girl lay back and tried her best to fall into the dreamworld...
 
A day of work was utterly useless for his accounts, since they wouldn’t get him closer to his prey, and it wouldn’t bring back his two associates from the grave. It was menial work at the club, getting things cleaned up. The good room in the back and top was nearly burned down fully, so it was off limits to everyone now. Half of his time was lost in thought, though, thinking of the night before. What had she thought when trying to kill everyone?

Night had fallen so quickly that he wasn’t prepared for the somber lineup outside of the club. He waived for the bouncers to let them in. They wanted to pay their respects at least, he thought. He went to the third floor to be ready for them.

The room filled quickly, but it was slightly uneasy. “Thank you for wanting to come back to this place after such a terrible event.” He said in a loud but somber voice, head bowed down, eyes closed. “I’m sure that they wouldn’t have wanted their passing mourned, however. They were free spirits, wanting the fun in life. So, because you came so willingly to give faith to the new guys in town, I say drinks on the house tonight, to everyone. The club will be open all night.” He turned from the slightly happier sounding people to go to the main hallway, pacing them. He still had the blades, so he was expecting her there anytime soon. But what to do for retribution…
 
Q

      • Darya bit her lip, glancing anxiously at her watch. It was well into the evening hours, almost nine o'clock, the warm light from the sun had vanished and was replaced by its cold reflection off of the moon.

        The earlier part of the day had been extremely slow, and she had had to deal with trudging through hours of being polite to her fellow classmates (who were still spooked by the 'zombie freak thing' concerning their peer) and dealing with the failure to extract any information about the mysterious demon from the neighborhood 'vamp bars' earlier that evening.

        It had been an exhausting day, fighting with her inner sense of guilt and blame. But she would have none of that, at least not tonight. In less than thirty minutes, Darya was going to thrust herself into hell again.

        Quietly she slid the small pistol in its holster at her waist, hidden by a leather jacket. She felt strange, carrying a gun... it wasn't exactly the most traditional weapon against vampires. Hell, she didn't even know if it would have the same effect as a stake or a dagger, because she never had to use a gun before -- only her silent favorites: the crossbow, the stake and the dagger.

        The huntress wore a no-frills kind of outfit for nights when she knew she had to kick some vampire ass. Her boots, black shorts just ending mid-thigh (she preferred to actually move around. Jeans just constricted her legs from any high aimed kick), and a black, racerback tank top.

        Putting her motorcycle helmet, Darya straddled the seat and revved the bike, feeling a sense of power as she sped along through the streets. Soon, she reached Afterlife, and parking her classic Harley she walked into the place. It was a lot emptier than before, not packed way past the room capacity but still with a decent amount of clubbers, enough to slip unnoticed through the crowd. Immediately she placed her hands in her jacket pocket, her fingers wrapped around a silver cross.

        She scanned the crowd of party-goers, searching for her target. It wouldn't be long before he'd find her here, and get set on attempting to murder her as revenge for his fallen comrades.

        Darya's throat tightened, feeling the sense of a burden on her chest once more. Maybe the fact that this guy had gotten away last night was a sign... a sign that these would be her last breathing breaths. After all, the path she had been so violently and unwillingly forced upon was a short one, a road leading to a swift life span.

        Hell, at least she'd enjoy the rush.

        She cracked her neck, and waited in the shadows away from the light, before realizing that he wouldn't be downstairs -- he'd be back where they finished last. Darya sighed, and she pulled out the cross, clasping the necklace around her neck. Weaving her way through the mass of clubbers, the girl found herself facing the stairs leading up to the hallway. She gripped the rail, slightly nauseated by the fact that she could pretty much sense him from even this far away. His magic felt strong, intensified by the full moon, in all likeliness. But it had to be done, there was no way she could back out right now.

        Shrugging off the dizzy feeling, Darya climbed the steps, and entered the darkened hallway. She could hear his footsteps, and although the beat of the club's music pulsed and pierced through to the second floor the slayer could hear her breaths growing heavy, her heart pounding. Never before had she felt such intimidation by a vampire, but he was unlike any other enemy she had ever faced.

        "Well, isn't this what you want?" she called out into the darkness, noticing the outline of a tall figure. The girl felt her vision quickly adjusting. "I'm already here, now give me back my knives and let's settle this, fair and square, yeah?" Her hand pulled out the pistol, and she cocked it, feeling her grip tense as she felt the trigger resting against her index finger.
 
His pacing went on for a decent time, but it wasn’t all that long to him before he heard the door open up. He turned to face her, could smell her, smell the blood from the night before. The smell of ash and fire accompanied her from her actions. He sneered as he turned to face her.

“What I want? What I want?” He said, his voice rising slowly in anger, the tones of velvet turned over to steel. “We came here, not intending to do much harm, if any. We hardly do a thing and you come along. It is your fault that all the people died at the hospital last night. Your fault that the building needs to be fixed. And Your fault that my associates are ash!” He reached to his back, pulling out her blade with the symbols on them. He didn’t particularly cared what it said.

“You want a fair and square fight? All nice and even to give yourself a chance to survive?” He spun the blade in his hand, then suddenly drove it into the thick stone wall, all the way to the hilt. No amount of calling for the weapon would pull it from there. “I don’t think so. Your survival up to now has been a fluke. I will change that.”

He reached and grabbed the katana, making sure that it was nearby just in case, before slowly advancing on her. “I will enjoy ending you.”
 
RE: Q

      • Danger! Fight! DUST HIM! screamed Darya's instincts. Immediately, the corridor brightened in her vision, and she could see just as well in the dark as any other nocturnal creature. She saw the silver katana flash as her opponent brandished it, and raising the silenced gun she fired a shot at his hands, then at his wrist.

        The huntress knew he'd be able to dodge them, but she needed time. After all, all she had were a couple rounds, maybe some stuff still left in her jacket's tactical pockets. Not that she minded getting a little dirty... but there was the chance that she might sprain her ankle again.

        For now, she had to work on getting the sword out of his grasp, but how? She reached inside her jacket, and pulled out a small switchblade. Fuck. All she had was a switchblade. How the hell would she get out of this one?

        Darya jumped high into the air, missing Alex's blade by inches. The switchblade held tightly between her teeth she used the tip of one of her steel-toed boots to crash into the guy's skull.

        Ow... she thought, wincing a little. Feels like I just kicked steel.

        She didn't waste time in waiting for something to happen. In her rulebook, if they attacked once she'd follow up with two moves. Landing on her feet behind the guy she pivoted around on her heals, pulling the blade out of her mouth and aiming to stab him in the back...
 
She was a daring one, that was more than true enough. His hand simply moved out of the way several times, the bullets missing. It would have been a better shot for her to aim at his body, even if they had missed either way. Moving his hand so simply to avoid gunshots was weak to his mind.

He lunged forward, but she was in the air as his blade moved, and he felt her foot meet his head, instantly knew what was going on with her mind. Her impact behind him was audible, and he simply reached behind him, grabbing her ankle in a tight grip before she kicked him, and pulled, Throwing her over his head onto the ground in front of him.

He readied the katana, stabbing down just in time to see her roll out of the blade. He stabbed a few more times before she was against the wall. “Such a sad end.” He said in a low voice. “I almost feel sorry for you.” The blade went up, but never came down.

As he raised the katana, he felt everything go into a slow motion around him, and he lifted his head to see the door being kicked in. The shine of metal was knowing to him, and he quickly ducked the first knife, before flipping over, avoiding three more by going over it.

Three men came into the hallway. “Just as fast as always, Alexander. I’m sure you know why we are here by now.”

Alexander’s eyes narrowed before he slowly knelt down to the huntress. “I think right now would be a good idea to make a pact between us, since I’m sure we both would prefer to live.”
 
RE: Bite Me, I Dare You.

      • Darya felt like she was about to finally turn this guy into a pile of ashes, when she felt her foot being grabbed as she was thrown to the floor. Landing with a loud thud onto her back, she hissed and winced in pain. Her switchblade was feet away from her, just barely out of reach, and she had to roll further away to escape her opponent's jabs.

        The slayer felt like she was done for, when she felt her back hit against the wall. It seemed almost like an angel was smiling upon her from somewhere up in heaven when three men seemed to have come for her rescue. Unfortunately, when she looked back, unable to even get up, she had the most gut-wrenching feeling that they weren't quite wanting to be her friend anytime soon.

        Darya watched her enemy barely dodge weapons aimed straight for him. So, not only where they her enemy, they were his too. She had guessed that she'd have to save his ass first before killing him -- what a waste of time... so annoying, really.

        "Why would I want to help you, bastard? You just tried to KILL me!" the slayer hissed. But she pursed her lips into a thin line, contemplating the situation... if she had to do this to live, might as well do it. The kill would be later, when the pact would 'expire'.

        She hesitated... and then reluctantly nodded. Ever so slightly, but enough to make sure he saw it.
 
“Why should you help me?” He said, in a low voice, almost gutteral in the sudden surge of anger at her pestering of the question. “I merely wanted you dead. These guys would capture and torture you before turning you. I’m sure you wouldn’t like that, hmm?” He had to dodge to the side, a blade slicing the air beside his head, burying into the wall in the far end of the room. “I would get your ass to behind that box under I get your sword out of the wall. Won’t take long.”

He jumped up, using the wall for momentum and kicking off of it, heading further down the hallway. He dodged two more knives - where the hell where they keeping them all, anyway? - and reached the blade in the wall. One strong, drawn out pull and it was out of the wall. It was a simple toss across the ground before he lunged forward, past her. She didn’t matter to him at the moment: these were his new enemies. How could he have been so blind?

He ran at them, jumping from side to side as daggers whizzed by his head. He reached the guy in the front - the one who talked before - and unleashed a extremely fast bicycle kick, knocking him into the air, before jumping up to meet him, his foot finding the business end of the guy’s stomach and shooting him down to the ground. Before the Vamp could get up, he came down, the katana stabbing through his back, just below the heart. The scream of pain was short lived, as Alex brought his foot up, then down hard on the back of its skull, shattering it. The exploding of biomass was only for a instance before he was dust.

Alex slowly stood up, head bowed down towards his latest victim. As his body took a tense, dark stance, his head shot back up towards the two remaining men. “You really picked the wrong day for this.”
 
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      • Darya nodded and jumped to her feet, ducking again to miss another blade hurtling through the air. She felt her boots thud against the carpeted floor of the hallway as she dived to the ground, sliding to grab her dagger. The Russian runes were shining brightly against the blade, glowing in response to the adrenaline she had rushing through her veins, and the high amount of magic electrifying the air. The slayer wrapped her left hand against the handle of the blade. It felt good to wield it again.

        She leapt back up and thrust the blade into the air, sending it flying to the closest enemy vampire. He had quicker instinctive reactions to magic and attempted to jump out of the way, but it pierced him in the gut. Small trickles of blood spurted forth from the wound, and the enemy staggered in an angry rage towards Darya, a strange sort of weapon in his hand. It was made out of crystal, and while it was short, it seemed to be more of a tiny scythe... Suddenly the sharp points of metal needles caught her peripheral vision, and she turned her head to the side, one needle grazing her cheek. It left a small, thing red line, droplets of blood leaking from her pale face.

        Cursing loudly in Russian tongue, the slayer realized she was left weaponless. God... throwing needles?! If they're so adept at just throwing basic weapons, I can't even begin to imagine what it would be like if they had guns!

        Wait. GUNS! She scanned the area around her, and then saw the glint of a silver pistol.

        Aha! the Russian thought, dropping to the ground just in time to avoid the crystal scythe aimed to decapitate her. She grabbed the gun, and twisted her body. Firing a round, she hit the vamp in the heart with the bullet... and he dusted.

        "GUNS WORK!?" Darya said, rejoicing in her discovery. She glanced over at Alexander, who had just finished reducing another vampire to ashes. Only one was left, and he seemed a lot more powerful than the other two, judging from the fact they seemed to do all the dirty work. He stood still, seeming to watch them with indifference, although heavily anticipating a rough and fatal battle.

        The menace pulled out what seemed like a short, red metal rod, black-gloved fingers wrapped around one end. From it emanated a strong power, and it almost seemed to shriek. Darya narrowed her eyes, and watched him suspiciously. Once again she turned to look at her temporary partner. Did he recognize the object?
 
Ah, it was going to be that weapon. He didn’t care for the vampire dust all around him now, kicking some of it to the side. “Ah, Damien. I would have thought they would have sent someone better… prepared than you.” He said, looking at the weapon in his hand. “Sadly, you are in my way now.”

His eyes locked on the other man’s, and suddenly , the rebuttal in Damien’s throat wouldn’t come out. His motions weren’t his own as his hand holding the Agiel lifted up. His throat was tapped by the end at the adams apple, and by brute force, Damien’s hand pushed the Agiel into and through his throat, out the back. The scream died quickly as his larynx was broken. His hand pulled the Agiel out, then put the tip below his jaw. The look in the man’s eyes was pitiful as he jammed it up into his brain, turning himself into dust.

Alexander watched the last one destroy himself - under his control of course - before turning to Darya. He stood in a neutral pose for a long moment… before sheathing the Katana. “We should get out of here.” He said. He knew her argument before she said it, and he cut her short. “We have something much bigger than our feud to deal with right now. You can see what you want and make your own decisions on it, but this is what you would want anyway. As for me… I refuse to die before getting my revenge on those assholes.”

He turned away from her. “Don’t trust me if you want. But you have a much bigger enemy than myself at the moment. Enemy of the enemy, eh?” He slowly walked towards the smoldered room, knowing it would be the fastest way out.
 
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      • Darya watched in absolute shock, mixed with a slight feeling of nausea and horror. She drew in a sharp intake of breath, and didn't blink the entire time that her 'frenemy' violently murdered the enemy... with his mind. It made her shudder, realizing how soulless and demonic the vampire race was.

        "Wait!" the slayer said, calling after him. "How do you know these people and why are they after you?" The girl inquired, her eyes narrowing. If he was able to finish off people so easily, with just a few thoughts... why hadn't he tried to kill her in the first place?

        "What is your name? Why don't you just kill me now, when you have the chance? How powerful are you, really? What was that trick you just did back there?" Her mind was spinning with questions, the answers leading to even more questions... It was dizzying, even to her.

        Darya tried to stand up and chase after him, but as soon as she did, the sudden movement caused a piercing pain in her side and in her shoulder, and she collapsed to the ground. "Бог чертовски Черт!" she said through gritted teeth, as she bit her lip and broke the skin to take her mind off the pain.
 
He stopped outside of the room, pausing for a long moment. She didn’t seem like a threat now, more curious than anything else. He slowly turned to face her. “Those were Vampires, obviously. But they dislike people like me. They finally snapped and came after me. Now it’s time for me to pay their leaders a visit. There will be hell soon, I will promise you that.”

Her question on power made him turn away. “What I just did? It would have been different if he wasn’t weak willed and weak minded. As it was, he almost stopped me from destroying himself. You’re much stronger than that. Take that as a compliment. As for why I don’t kill you….” He turned his head, looking at her over his shoulder. “You were useful to keeping myself alive. That, and I’ll need an ally against what we will have to deal with. Yes, we. They want you, too. You should be happy I changed my mind on that order now.”

He was about to start walking again when he heard her curse. He knew more than enough of other languages to realize the tone, and he was at her side in a instant, helping her stay on her feet. “Come on. Do you know where we could get you to safety to heal up?”
 
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      • How the hell did I... The teen must have been hurt in battle, and had not noticed due to the adrenaline pumping through her system. She felt her head pound with a migraine, and hissed.

        "People like you... what the hell do you mean?" Darya retorted. "And thank you, perhaps I'll remember your charming compliment just before I stake you and turn you to dust." she snarled, her voice tinged with venom. God, she hated vampires. It was their fault she had been thrown into this whirlwind life.

        "I can handle them!" the girl responded indignantly. She could handle herself and kill off the demons herself -- the help of a stinking vampire, with special powers or not, made her want to vomit. A one-woman show, Darya immediately scorned the idea of a team. Teams were stupid, because in the end... in the end they always failed...

        The hunter pushed the menacing memories out from her mind, and focused once more on her own enemy before her. If it wasn't for her carelessness, maybe he'd have already turned him to dust. Narcissistic prick, she'd show him what she was made of.

        As soon as he put his arm around her shoulders and helped her up, she cocked her gun and placed the barrel to his head. "Don't do anything stupid." Darya threatened, blood from her broken lip dripping down her chin, scarlet against her skin. "The only nearest place I can think of... is my apartment. Not in hell would I lead you there, you bastard."

        But, honestly, she couldn't think of another place to go. The only home she had was that apartment. Darya knew she couldn't call up her boyfriend. He'd take her to the police, which wouldn't do any help. In this situation, all she was... was being pretty much screwed over. Twice.
 
“Aren’t you the charming one.” He said sardonically, hearing her words. “You can’t handle all of them. There are Vampire Ancients down there. Several of them. There would be no way that you could kill them on your own. If you want a chance at surviving, you would want me there at least as a meat shield if not a ally.”

He felt the gun being pointed at him. “The magazine’s empty.” He said in a dark voice. Such a simple threat. “Now let’s get you somewhere somewhat safe before more guys get here, alright? Take help before you get yourself killed.” You selfish Bitch, he finished in his mind, as he made the jump out the window with her in his arms to make sure she didn’t injure herself.

“We’ll get you to your car, then I will see you somewhere safe later, If you are going to be stubborn and want to follow me.”
 
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      • What... Darya narrowed her eyes, and put the gun down, locking it back on to safety and letting it drop into her holster. "Vampire Ancients, huh? The big, bad vampire guys? Ooh, like I'm so scared." she retorted sarcastically.

        She made herself heavy and struggled as much as she could, lying there helpless in his arms. "You haven't even told me your name, you idiot." the slayer said, licking her lips, to get rid of some of the blood. It had a metallic bite, and tasted deliciously salty.

        "Вы боретесь, как девочка, ты пиявки," she said, in her mysterious Russian. She enjoyed the language, because she could curse out as many people as she wanted, and make up a totally different English translation. At this point, all the huntress wanted to do was make this guy's life miserable. "Ты чертовски часть летучих мышей дерьмо."

        As soon as he jumped out the window, Darya shut her eyes, feeling the rush of wind as they fell. The feeling of falling in her stomach took a while to calm down, although because of that she had stopped struggling and being noisy, in general.

        At the mention of a car, the hunter smirked. "Car?" she questioned, cocking a brow. "I don't own a car." And with that, she gestured with her head towards the one-seater Harley in the parking lot. "Ouch. What are we gonna do now?" she said... but then she thought of an even better question. "Where the hell are you taking me?"
 
It was her words that had put him over the deep end, and he seriously considered cupping her cheek with the back of his hand. He still turned to face her after they jumped, his voice low and dark. “I would watch your tongue before I have it forcefully removed.” He started walking down the alleyway. “And you haven’t told me yours, either. It’s Alexander. And if you keep this up, I can be much, much colder.” His voice suggested just that. He wasn’t one to be tested.

No car? Well, that would be a bit of a bother, and more dangerous for her to get home with. Either way, she would have to get there, and carrying her there would be a bad decision. “Fine, ride your bike home. We need to take care of your wounds before I can leave you for the night.” He set her down by the bike. “Stay safe. I’ll be close by incase they do decide to attack you. But just trust me. I’m not out for your blood… not now, anyway.” He seemed to move to the side, then shift away into darkness.
 
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