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Purgatory Clash [Hahvy x Dark Times]

Darius sunk into the floor and vanished again, "You talk tough, but I don't see why, you still have not beaten me", his voice came from all around the apartment, "I am not your average creature, and yet you dishonor me with such boring little games". He reappeared, his cigarette still in hand, in fact he looked as though nothing had happened, "So what do you say, we make things a little more, oh how should I put this, interesting", he emphasized the final word.

He stood, smoking and apparently thinking something over to himself as his coat vanished into shadow just as it had appeared, he crossed the room slowly, putting the cigarette out in his palm without so much as a twitch, "So what do you say, Guard, shall we shake things up at little bit", he was fairly certain she knew he had seen that she was lacking a certain garment, and somehow he felt she would soon be missing the rest of them if he had his way.
 
She shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes at the sound of his voice all over the apartment. Not like she hadn't dealt with this either. When was he going to learn? This was her job after all. Still, it was more fun than she had had in a long while. She couldn't help but smile - even if it was just a tiny twitch of her lips. As she looked at him, she didn't care that he wasn't fazed by having his face pushed into the ground. She was curious, however, as to what he meant by more interesting. She watched him cross the room and put out his cigarette, not bothering to move out of his path or attempt to push him again this time. She wanted to see what he would do. It wasn't like she couldn't counter whatever it was.

"And what do you propose?"

She asked, moving only to settle back into the chair and sip from her glass. The blood was starting to cool and she wanted the blood to stay lukewarm. Her hand on the glass allowed the heat to leach back into the liquid that she sipped carefully, dark eyes remaining on him. As long as she got to finish the cup of blood, she wouldn't have to shove her hand through his throat. She was a third done with it and just enjoyed it thoroughly, her pale skin gaining some color as the blood heated her up from the inside.
 
Darius smiled slightly, "My propostion, is that I will do my best not to cause you trouble for as long as you continue to provide a service for me", his head was tilted slightly to one side, as though he was weighing up options, he then leaned towards her his hands on the arms of the chair she was sitting in, "Surely you know why I took that girl, of course, I find myself wondering if she would live through what I planned for her, so I got to thinking, who is close by that wont die because of a little fun and games".

One of his hands slid from the arm of the chair onto her leg, "You...I thought", he paused, "You wont break, I doubt you will tire, and hey, maybe you know a thing or too", he chuckled and stood up, walking slowly away, like he was pacing again, but not entirely. "So what do you say?", he turned a gestured slightly, "Think you can do that for me?".
 
She laughed. She couldn't help it, she laughed and it sounded like chiming bells, soft and sweet and made for seduction. Once she settled down and her face went back to mild amusement did she drink once more from her wine glass with a healthy swallow. Be a whore? That was basically what he was saying, right? How uncouth. How silly. How interesting. To think she could be so easily swayed made the situation all the more humorous. She wasn't some plaything. If he didn't want to behave, she could rip off his wings. If that didn't work, she could erase his memories. The list went on and on. This was just too good. She could have choked on her drink from her amusement. Her crooked little grin didn't leave her face.

"Be your little whore? How laughable."

Sure, she liked the thought of sex, though it had been a long time since she'd indulged properly, but it meant very little to her as a creature of mixed blood. Perhaps it was because sex was just another means of getting energy. It had its moments of passionate fun, but those were fleeting and brief. However, she wouldn't be some pompous ass's little fuck toy. If he thought her blood would make her want such a thing, he was dead wrong. She could consider the offer, but she didn't feel like it at the moment. She could ensnare him by the balls, but what was the fun in that? At least she could taunt him with it.

"That desperate for a fuck, dove?"

She asked, cupping her breasts through her shirt and lifting them up a moment, teasing him with the visual as she squeezed them lightly before letting go. It was a light tease- something simple. She wanted to know how he would react.
 
Darius had stood silent listening to her talk, studying her expressions and movements, all he could think was, this fish will not bite easily. He almost stopped the low growl that slipped between his lips, but he did not let anything so on his face, "If I were desperate, I would use that", he gestured half-heartedly at the girl in the kitchen, "I however, am in the mood for something a little more, durable and thus something of actual pleasure".

He turned away, "However, if you think your half-assed little attempts at teasing will get you anywhere, you are sorely mistaken", he would not show any outward signs now, she was learning too much, and this was the time when he had to focus and take control of the situation, he beckoned, "Girl, I have something I need you to do", he closed his hand and when he opened it, there was a small stack of large bills, "Go and buy some cigarettes, you know which ones, some wine and if you think you should some vodka". He watched her leave, now it was time he set about taking charge of this situation.
 
Watching the girl exit the apartment, Hatter allowed more of her darker nature to show on her face. Her eyes become more red in color, skin more porcelain. She didn't care what the girl saw since she was going to die eventually, but Hatter liked to keep her mask on to a certain degree. She barely let it slip now, just to show she wasn't just some little girl or half-breed. Proving herself over the years had almost been second-nature, but here it was more for amusement than anything else. He wasn't going to have a toy or a fun little ride. No, no, she wasn't going to be anything he wanted. Taking a cigarette out, she popped it into her mouth and took a drag, the tip turning cherry red as she inhaled. On the exhale, she spoke to him.

"You want something more durable, go find yourself a battery."

She said before stretching out her body - another tease. Her skirt rode up, her shirt rode up, showing off more skin and giving him the barest glimpse of what lay under her skirt. He wouldn't be able to see basically anything, but the taunt was there again. She wanted to see if he would try to come and take from her. It was a game, after all. It was always a game. That was why the balance had to be maintained. Besides, it was fun to see just how far the limitations went.
 
He chuckled quietly, "So, you feel like teasing, well now, I am going to have to fix that", the rings in his eyes flashed and the shirt and skirt were consumed by shadow, destroying them. "You now have nothing to try and tease with, there is nothing you can do", he laughed as he stood there. His eyes did not move to take anything in, as he could already see it, he had seen it all the moment his shadows had taken her clothes, and he liked what he had seen, but as to showing this, that would never happen.

Darius smiled again, "You taunt and you tease, let me see some ACTION!", he looked slightly wild now, impatiant would have been another was of looking at it,"I mean come on, you are a tad boring now, here I was thinking that maybe you would be a little fun, but all you do is try and taunt". The markings had formed a strange kind of artwork on his left arm, they moved ever so slightly as Darius stood there waiting.
 
Soon the shirt and skirt were gone and she was in her stockings, garters, and bra. It didn't matter much to her. She shrugged her shoulders casually. He seemed so confident in his ability to suddenly ruin her fun. It was a bit cute, she had to admit. Sipping from her glass, she looked at him with a facade of innocence, fluttering her lashes a moment as if to say, "oh dear, what do I do now?" That grin returned to her face however as she stood up, showing that she was completely hairless and smooth, as all half-breeds were minus her eyebrows and the hair on her head. She finished the last bit of the blood and let out a decadent moan as the last drop hit her tongue. Her skin flushed as if from pleasure, which it did. The last drop was always the best and she savored the taste with a little shiver. The taste would linger in her mouth for days, no matter what she ate or drank.

"I'm boring? You think removing my clothes would do anything? Dove, you need to think more."

Shrugging her shoulders, soon took a drag from her cigarette before she sauntered away into the kitchen, purposely exaggerating the sway of her hips from some degree. The grin remained plastered onto her face. Seeing him get antsy was pretty damn amusing after all. She glanced in the fridge, looking for something to eat and grabbed the carton of milk, drinking straight from the bottle. Call her strange, but she liked the taste of milk after she had her monthly glass of blood. It just made the taste all the more sweeter and delicious. Putting the top back on and popping the carton back into the fridge, she took another drag, blowing the smoke in his direction.

"Besides, it's not like you are motivating me at all. You aren't even really that attractive."
 
Darius stood still and silent, thinking over things and weighing up the options he had, there were several courses of action he could take, but he needed the right one. He smiled and laughed, "You think your little jabs will get to me?", he shook his head, "Silly girl, you want motivation, I will give you motivation", he appeared infront of her a grabbed her around the waist. This time he did not speak, but instead hoisted her up onto the counter top as smokey tendrils ran from his arms, eradicating any remaining garments.

"I don't really care whether this motivates you or not, at least I get the pleasure of seeing you naked", he smiled wickedly, "I must say, you look rather nice this way".

He extended a hand, running his fingers over her body, feeling every curve from top to bottom, and he eventually came to rest on her breasts, his face took on a lighter look for a second before her pushed her onto her back and stradled her waist. Without speaking he leaned in and bit her neck, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to leave a nice mark, he straightened up slowly, "Motivation enough?".
 
When he spoke and appeared in front of her, she had been prepared for him to lift her up and put her on the counter. The touch of his tendrils against her skin had her suppressing a moan. The feel of his power and taint was like an aphrodisiac, much stronger than she had ever felt before. It made her eyes flash with what appeared to be a flash of gray before it was smothered by the maroon color of her iris. She was naked before him, and it didn't make her blush. She hadn't blushed in centuries and yet his domineering abilities, and over all personality made her skin tint in the softest of pinks from arousal. He would see some of her tattoos due to her nudity such as the pentagram stars tattooed around her nipples, the twisted Mad Hatter on her left arm, and series of celtic knots on the other up to her elbows. On her legs were two dragons - her left had a dragon of white glory, icy and beautiful while the one of her right was blacker than night with fiery eyes and gossamer wings. Those stopped at her knees and consumed her calves.

Her nipple rings winked in the light as he soon moved his hands over her body, lighting a fiery pathway across her skin that she hadn't expected or felt in quite some time. When he stopped his hands on her breasts, she felt a particular thrill from it. It was almost a possessive touch but that could just be because of the way she was bare and he was still clothed. Either way, when he pushed her down and straddled her waist, she felt that spark that was uniquely hers flare while another part started to purr in delight. Her chest vibrated lightly with the sound, a mixture between a growl and a purr when he bit her neck through the bandage that was wrapped around it. She felt the heat from his body even through it and couldn't help but let out a gasp, eyes changing to the grayish color briefly with a small prism of color within it. She could feel his teeth marks forming on her skin and that thought of being marked almost made her shiver. Almost. As he sat up, she moved a hand and ripped her nails through his shirt, not caring if she caught some of his skin. She smirked at him.

"Not nearly enough."
 
Darius hissed and arched his back, "That is more like it", he showed his teeth as he touched the shallow wounds on his chest, "Rather fiesty when you get excited aren't you". He grabbed a handful of his shirtfront and ripped it off, he tossed the main part of it onto the floor and let the rest hang around his waist. He dropped forward, propping himself up on his hands, he leaned close to her neck and let out a low guteral growl.

He moved closer and bit again, this time just pinching the skin before moving back, he placed one of his hands lightly on her stomach and slid it down slowly, savouring the feeling of the smooth skin until he reached her legs, his fingers slowly seperating them. He lifted his head and grinned, "How am I doing?", he chuckled.
 
"Not truly excited, dove. Just having..some play time."

She said, some of her famous sarcasm slipping in. She watched him rip the shirt apart, enjoying the small form of destruction before she saw the littering of wounds on his chest in full bloom. It was then that the ache started to settle into her bones. She wanted more of that taint, that fight, that blood to show. And then there was that growl that she felt vibrate across her skin and she couldn't stop the fluttering of her lashes from the pleasure she got from it - the feel of sin in it tingling across her senses. Had a charge ever gotten to her before this moment? She was usually cold and unfeeling to sexual attention, indifferent to a lot of it with only a smattering of passionate moments that scorched her - but not like this. He'd barely touched her and she felt his heat seeping into her cold. It almost shocked her. However, nothing shocked her these days. Not even a horny charge.

When he bit her again, her eyes actually shut at the feeling, hearing the bandage tearing from his sharp teeth. She knew he would start seeing her scars - scars that immortals like themselves weren't suppose to have. His hand burning a pathway down her stomach almost fazed her as he parted her legs. She was still not as captured as he seemed to believe. It would take a lot more than this to even get a small part of submission from her. His chuckle had her expression blanking once more to its more neutral state, even as little strikes of lightning flashed in her dark red eyes. She was affected, even if she wouldn't voice it. However, it didn't stop her from commenting.

"Could be better."
 
He trailed his hand slowly up the inside of her thigh, reaching the top, his fingers parted the lips that hid their destination. Markings now covering his hand, it practically radiated his power. Darius knew she would feel this, as for whether he would see a reaction, that was not certain, his thumb massaged her clit as his index and middle fingers found their way inside. The gold rings vanished and his eyes became completely black, no point in hiding his more powerful side in this situation, and from what he had gathered, Hatter seemed to prefer the darker side of things.

"I do believe this is classed as better", he said calmly as his fingers slowly worked their way deeper, his thumb continuing its cicular pattern.

He shifted his position slightly to free up his other hand, and with it he removed the bandages the same way as he had done her clothes, he took in the scars, a strange sight yes, though he would question that later, he was busy at the moment. He leaned in again and bit down just above her shoulder, but not fully on the neck either, his free hand found its way to her breasts and gave each of them a squeeze.
 
She felt his hand travel up her leg before sliding against her slit. She felt it, all right and the power in his touch was radiating over her skin. Her eyes flashed that mixture of color again before settling into a dark gray that was vibrant against her pale face and dark make up. She wasn't immune to his thumb on her clit and she gasped at the sensation before feeling his fingers slide into her body. Her back arched involuntarily at the sensation as she bit her lip, his fingers tunneling in deeper. The way he played with her clit finally pulled a soft sound from her - a little more than a gasp but not quite a moan yet.

"Better, but I'm not giving you an A for effort, dove."

She remarked, hearing the tear of the bandages. She knew he would see the ligature marks from rope around her neck, deep and dark despite how long ago she had gotten them. They barely looked as old as they were, especially the word "RUINED" scratched into the center of her throat with what looked like a blade at one point. She didn't blush, but she still felt the indignation of being marked in such a way. However, her mind didn't linger on the way his eyes took it in because he soon had his teeth in her skin again, finding a sweet spot she hadn't thought she had - or had forgotten about. Her eyes shut again with pleasure, nipples beading at the feeling of his hand on them. Despite herself being (normally) emotionally cold and neutral, her body was the conduit for emotion. If she punched someone and they bled, she gained satisfaction. And his power leaching into her skin as he played with her body made lust, passion, and desire bloom.
 
Darius mantained his calm composure, though he began to slow his actions, curious to see the effect teasing would have on her. Though as he was doing this his mind wandered slightly, to the state of the apartment, it was too clean. Obviously the kid who used to live here had few social events, or none even, Darius planned to change that. This would become a place of indulgence, and it would start with Hatter and himself, he was practically radiating dark power, though he was hiding a good portion away still.

"Oh grading me now are you?", he said with a sly smile, perhaps he had underestimated this one.

The wounds on his chest faded away leaving his skin perfect again, "Perhaps next time, try a little harder, that was not as much fun as I would have liked", he chuckled as he trailed his free hand across her skin leaving slight marks from the energy he had focused into their tips. His markings seemed to be changing somehow, becoming more concentrated in their opacity the more he was using them, anyone with enough knowledge would know that the longer he used them the more power he could draw.
 
Feeling him slow his actions, she felt her body respond in kind, the fire muting as his teased. The flush remained but was now more faded, her eyes not so bright, but still tainted by those emotions he had managed to draw out of her. She gave him a smile of her own, light and ghostly at the way he spoke, making her want to be even more sarcastic to see what kind of response he would give. His power was sliding over her skin and she felt her body absorb some of it and soak it up like a sponge. She couldn't take all of his power, but it was like little sips as she had done with the blood from the wine glass. When the markings on his skin healed up, she didn't frown but she did want to put more of them in their place.

As his hand trailed over her body, she felt the way he singed her skin, marks forming in its wake. She let out a breathy little sigh, the heat mixing with her cold to make a delicious little spark she hadn't felt in a good long while. Her eyes became almost cat-like as they took him in, faintly glowing and amused. She knew he was drawing out more energy and it wouldn't be long before she would have to tell him to stop. This place was locked and guarded but with enough of an energy spike more beings would be drawn to this place. That would cause a problem she didn't want to deal with. Her hands suddenly moved, pressing into his chest and dragging down, tearing through flesh. It wasn't enough to rip a hole through him, but the blood followed after her fingertips before coating them. Once she reached his hips, she stopped and licked her hands clean, making her red lips even more bright and stained against her white teeth as she smiled after each lick. It wasn't a lot of blood, but it was enough to make her purr in delight from the taste.

"Try harder? Take your own advice, dove."

She leaned up then, blood-stained lips close to his but still out of reach but a mere whisper of breath. Her hands moved to his shoulders and pressed their nails in, not enough to draw blood this time but enough to leave bruises. She wanted him marked up just as he marked her.
 
He curled his arms under hers, his nails digging into her back pretty much locking her in place as he pulled her towards him, the blood on her lips had him fixated. It did not bother him that it was his own blood, to him it was all the same, he pressed his lips against hers, loving the taste. This was not a usual kind of occurance for him, to have someone he could fully enjoy without the risk of killing them. Though by now his calm controlled nature was slipping away, he was loosing himself to his primal desire for pleasure and pain, "You seem to be behaving a lot, is that a normal thing for someone like you", he smirked at her, his wounds now bleeding lightly.

He moved as though to get up, but instead transported them both to the bedroom. When they reappeared, he had left her on the bed and he was standing at the foot of it. "Now, any requests?", he said smiling as he stretched out, his wounds healing up once again. He paced slowly over and back, waiting for either a verbal or physical response from her, he was curious to see how Hatter would behave if given control of the situation.
 
His kiss was like a flare. It singed her lips in a unique way and had her wanting more, but she didn't ask nor move for another taste of him. She focused on his body against hers, the nails pressing hard into her spine, and the way his eyes looked almost feverish. She could feel his blood dripping onto her stomach, but that too vanished into her skin after a time. His words made her smirk, that crooked smile spreading. Behaving? She never behaved. But she knew what he meant by his words - showing emotion and "acting up," as it were. Still, it was funny. He sounded amused, and so did she.

The transportation to the bedroom didn't shock or even illicit a smile from her. She knew he would move them here. It just made her wonder if she should put a halt on all of this, or just let it continue. She was having a bit of fun, but where should the line be drawn? She contemplated the answer as she stretched out on the bed, naked save for a few items that did nothing to show modesty. She adjusted her hat as she watched him prowl around before asking what she might want. She shrugged her shoulders before speaking.

"Maybe you should quack like a duck and flap your arms."
 
Darius turned his head away slightly, and stifled a growl, it came out sounding more like a hiss. His markings shifted to form a strange pattern running from the base of his skull running down his arms to his fingertips, "Perhaps you should stop stalling, because right now, this is all that is keeping me off the street and stopping me from causing problems". He laughed quietly as the markings began to pulse a different color, running up from his fingers to the endpoint at the base of his skull, he was drawing in energy from around him, including any that remained from his earlier exploits. It seemed he may have to make a choice, to continue what he was doing here providing she stopped resisting, or move on to investigate those memories left in his new form by its previous occupant.

He was a man of simple pleasures and very little patience, he knew about the war, he knew what the human race did to his kind if they discovered them, and he would not sit back and watch these acts take place. Whether he was allowed to interfere or not, he planned to stop this. Darius slowly turned to face Hatter, "So, what'll it be, have some fun and relax, or step back and let me finish was these mortals started", he smiled that twisted half smile of his.

As he drew in more and more power his sense's became sharper, he could here the man in the alley beside the building snoring, the military vehicles in the distance responding to a new breach, though there was a strangeness to it all, like it was being dulled at the same time. This was a new feeling, he was not used to something restricting him in anyway, even banishment was freedom to him. He would make this world his, and whether she knew it or not Hatter was going to help him, he would find a way to get her on his side.
 
Stalling? Was she truly stalling? Being a bit of a prat, maybe, but stalling? He was just very impatient. Tsk, tsk, she thought as she watched him draw in power. He couldn't take any of hers, though, and she watched the twinkling little energy streams flock to him like roaches. It was interesting to see and it had been a good couple decades since she had a charge who could do something like that in her presence. And was she truly resisting him? No, not really. She was just having a bit of fun, but as she said, he had very little patience. They were going to need to work on that if he wanted to get anything out of this world.

She didn't sit back and watch the world turn around her. She did watch some of her stupid and supposed brethren get the shit kicked out of them, tortured, or killed. None of them would step in to save her and she never did for them. It would do no good to try. They would just as soon try to kill her as soon as they were in the clear. It was just how it went for Hatter. A half-breed had no place in "high society." Even though she was helping to keep their precious little world in balance. Regardless of whether she wanted to or not. She watched the look pass over his face and she couldn't help but give a crooked little grin as she sat up on her elbows, presenting her body to be viewed like a prize.

"So you feel it, do ya now, dove? The Blur, as it were. It's from Us. The Guides. It allows us to keep balance in order. When one of us dies, the blur fades for just a second before being restored. Your kind likes to try to get through without permission during those times, but it's all for naught. They die as soon as they touch the earth. Now, do you want to play or not? It seems you're the only one stalling now, dove."
 
Darius turned to look at her, "How do I get rid of it, I need to have sharp senses you've seen what the humans are doing to our kind", he was calm as he spoke, just explaining, sure he wanted to have some fun but if it would create a distraction for his now dulled sense's it may be a dangerous thing for him to do. Though at the same time he was not sure of how it could be dangerous, if they came for him then surely they would come for her too and he doubted she would allow that, so he moved the thought back in his head for later consideration.

"I told you not to call me dove, but I know why you're doing it, it's because you think you can toy with me because of your assignment, I will warn you now and only now", his voice was taking on an edge again, "I am here to complete a task, you will not stand in my way, so you can lose this little attitude of yours and help me, or you can step aside". At this point his markings were moving around his body at such a speed that they seemed to nearly separate from him at points. They suddenly stopped around his eyes and vanished into his skin like water down a drain, "So which is it, help me or not, there is no gray area".
 
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