Bloodlust (Morathor x mazahrinfay)

[Morathor]

It was Friday night in Fairview, which meant the whole city was bustling. As a college town, most of Fairview's businesses catered to the young student population, and tonight every bar and club was awash with twenty-somethings trying to blow off steam, along with quite a few teenagers with fake IDs.

So the man who looked to be in his late twenties stood out a bit as he walked in to the bustling nightclub, but then, he wanted to stand out. He wanted to attract attention, and company, and his apparent age helped with the air of sophistication he was trying to exude. Most of the young men were wearing overpriced t-shirts, which seemed to pass for finery in this era. He would never understand such things; he wore a tailored suit and soft black gloves. His black hair hung in loose waves almost down to his shoulders.

His gray eyes scanned the room, trying to choose his target. On other nights, he might not have even come into the club. He would have waited outside in a taxi cab--a trap, to be sprung on the first foolish drunk who stumbled into it. But tonight he felt restless. Tonight he would hunt.

 

[mahzarinfay]

Inside the club were many women in a wide variety of skimpy dresses, although one girl stood out from the rest. Her dress as a little longer than the rest, coming down to the middle of her thigh, but it stuck to her body like glue, covered in dulled grey sequins and with fine grey mesh cut-outs above her well-endowed chest and on her belly. She was dancing along with the rest, wavy raven hair swinging, but her blue eyes were focused every where but the music. She too, was searching knowing full well how popular venues like this were for those who hunted in the night.

Indira, or Indy as she was called by friends, soon spotted the suited man, and became focused on him. The feeling of the blessed knives taped to the inside of her thighs made her all too aware of what this man, if one could even call him that, was searching for. Hopefully, he would take the bait of a pretty lady and go after her. She deliberately made her movements more sensual, keeping her gaze on him to make it seem as if she were trying, like many of the sluts in here, to take him to bed.

 

[Morathor]

As he had expected, he drew quite a lot of attention. There were so many eyes on him--stares of foolish derision or rightful jealousy. But he was interested most in the desire. It came in so many forms, each more interesting than the last. Some were direct, trying to meet or catch his eye, working their way towards him while trying to draw him in. Some were awkward, staring openly but unwilling to make a move. Others were shy, stealing glances when they didn't think he'd notice, but he noticed everything. And then...

There was one woman, with black hair and a grey dress, who stood out from the others. Not because she was the most beautiful woman in the room--she was, but that was hardly the point. It was her eyes; they were too focused. Although she was doing her best to give him a seductive gaze, and emphasizing the point with her dancing, he could tell that she wanted something more than a good time. He wasn't sure what it was, exactly, but he decided it would be interesting to find out.

He made his way across the dance floor at a casual pace, taking care not to give his prey--or any of the other interested women--any indication of his intentions. But little by little, he made his way towards the sharp eyed girl. Let's see just how sharp those eyes are... When he had drawn close, he met her eyes finally, then glanced to his right before sliding to his left. If she fell for his misdirection, she would completely lose sight of him, and it would be such a surprise when he circled around behind her and... he wasn't sure which reaction he was hoping for. Startling her would be fun, but if she saw through his little prank, that would be very interesting indeed.

From directly behind the young woman, he said, "Care for a dance partner?"

 

[mahzarinfay]

Indy was pleased to see him approach her, although she tried not to show it, instead continuing the seductive glances and dancing. She was completely and utterly aware of his movements as he came closer, never once losing concentration on him. After all, he would attempt to likely trick her in some way, throw her off-balance, so that it would be all the easier to take her exactly where he wanted her.

So even when their eyes met, and she was slightly taken aback by how handsome his were, she knew exactly the trick he was pulling. To be quite honest, it was pretty obvious, and while it might fool some of the most oblivious or drunken girls, she couldn't see how some of the more aware girls wouldn't catch it, even if they weren't hunters like herself. She let him fall out of her sight, just to let him believe he had indeed tricked her. It would make his own reaction quite interesting when she turned around without a bit of surprise.

True to her plan, she simply turned around, a knowing smile on her face. She did not jump, did not have a single look of surprise or shock, or seem to be startled at all. She just looked him over, before turning slightly to look over her shoulder. "Perhaps not...." she said, her voice smooth. "Especially for one as dashing as you....."

 

[Morathor]

Indira's smile was met with his own, and his eyes held the tiniest kernel of respect. She was confident, clever, and focused, for a girl her age anyway, and these were traits he valued in his prey. He could already tell he was going to have so much fun with her... while he was not yet sure of her intentions, it was clear she was fixated on him, and that was going to be what trapped her--because she could not escape him without allowing him to escape as well.

He almost shook his head as she turned away from him, but restrained himself from the gesture. It's a bit late to play coy now. "You have honored me with your gaze from the second I walked in the door; why withhold it now?" He reached up for her cheek, intending to turn her face towards his. "You have the most lovely eyes, please don't keep them to yourself."

 

[mahzarinfay]

As he touched her, Indy had to hold back a reaction to reach down, grab her knife, and push it into his heart. She definitely didn't want any vampire scum touching her, but she couldn't attack now, not with so many innocents surrounding them. So she turned her head, hiding her slight disgust with a smile, looking him over before locking gazes with him. Two could play this game.

"Your eyes seemed to have glued themselves to me, as well...." she said, leaning toward him slightly, seductively. "Is there something you see here that you like? Or would you prefer to view it under better light?" It was an obvious invitation to go someplace alone, usually to remove clothing and grind uglies, although it held a different meaning for her.

 

[Morathor]

Oh, too forward, my dear. I'm afraid you lose points for that... As silly as it had been for her to play hard to get, her directness was the same as abandoning her deception--not that she'd ever really fooled him, and for that matter, there was no way she saw him as just another handsome man. She might even know what he truly was... it happened occasionally, and it was always so much fun. Especially when they thought they could beat him.

But whatever she knew, whatever she was after, he couldn't take her advances as anything other than a declaration of hostility. But that was fine. He would accept her challenge, as well as her body. "If you insist," he said, taking her by the hand to lead her towards one of the back exits.

 

[mahzarinfay]

Indy smiled, supposedly in excitement for what most people did after such a come on, but really that he took the bait. This guy obviously wasn't as smart as he thought he was, or else had no clue that people like her existed. She would gladly clean the world of him so that he couldn't prey on any other helpless girls like he seemed so ought to do.

Once outside, she let go of his hand, using her lightning speed to reach down and take one of the knives tapped to her thigh and then attack him. The point aimed for the center of his back, planning to take him out with one shot. If he really was as oblivious as he seemed, this would be far too easy of a kill.

 

[Morathor]

He began to turn around the moment the door closed, intending to grab her by the throat and silence her. But as soon as she let go of his hand, he felt that something was wrong. At that point, it was too late to stop his motion, and a blade plunged into his shoulder. She was fast, much faster than he had been expecting. Faster than me? That, too, was a possibility, though it had only happened once or twice in his long, long life.

But however fast she might have been, it took nothing away from his own speed and reflexes, and in an instant he had come up with a plan. Which, ultimately, was the same as his previous plan. He continued to turn around, not slowing down for a moment and paying the knife little heed. It would tear up his shoulder some more, but that didn't matter. It would heal in time. But at the moment, it would either wrench the knife from her hands, or even better, drag her along with it. Either way, he would throw her balance off, creating enough of a moment to strike. And strike he did; as soon as he was face to face with her, his arm snaked out towards her, hand reaching eagerly at her throat.

 

[mahzarinfay]

She held on tightly to the knife, wrenched along with it but the blessed blade ripping farther along into his shoulder. It wasn't exactly where she had intended to hit, but any injury would help. The momentum of being tugged along gave her enough speed to dodge his arm by leaping up and over him, flipping in mid-air to face him. Her other hand had grabbed the second knife from her thigh as she did so.

In mere milliseconds, she was dashing toward him, preparing to slice at him and then drive the knife into his heart. The blessedness of the blades made them deadly to vampires like him if she hit in the right spot. Of course, if she was sliced with them too they would hurt like hell, due to the hunter blood in her own body, but she was careful enough never to cut herself with them.

 

[Morathor]

He was surprised when she evaded his grasp, but... pleasantly so. He did like a challenge, after all. As she drew out a second knife, he retrieved the one she had left in his shoulder. The wound burned, and even through his glove the blade made his hand tingle. If there had been any doubt before, it had been erased: this girl was a trained vampire hunter, and very well trained at that.

At least, well trained for her age. He guessed that she was perhaps twenty five or twenty six; he had centuries of experience. She had the edge in actual speed, but he could read her movements well enough to keep up. He deflected her slash with the stolen blade and turned out of the way of her thrust. It certainly helped that she was so single-minded; as he had suspected before, her focus could be turned against her. She wanted his heart, which made sense--it was the best target, after all. But as long as the hunter pursued that one target, he would be able to defend it. That didn't mean it would be easy, though. She was very fast, and even when he could see her attacks coming, it was hard to respond quickly enough. If he let things go on too long, she would slip through his defenses. He would have to turn things around, and quickly.

Not that he was going to let her know that. Couldn't let her get too much of an ego... so he took what care he could to make his movements appear graceful, effortless, while schooling his face into a mask of careful condescension. "A girl who plays with knives... oh we're going to get along so well." He had brought several knives of his own, but at this point he wasn't going to bother with them. His left arm was too numb to be of much use, and he rather liked the idea of defeating her with her own blade. He held the weapon up in front of him, close to his chest where he could more easily deflect the thrusts at his heart.

Or maybe... that's not what I ought to do... A plan was beginning to form in his mind. It was dangerous, but not as reckless as it would no doubt seem to the hunter. She probably still thought like a human being, and he had outgrown such a childish mentality.

 

[mahzarinfay]

No longer needing to keep up a charade, Indy just scowled at his comments. Vampires thought they were so smart and sexy... Every single one had given a few witty comments before her knives had found their hearts and they no longer spoke. Sure, some of them actually were pretty sexy, like the one she currently fought, but the rest were just arrogant bastards. This one was better prepared than she had previously thought, and it made her question her strategy. He was fast, although she matched him, but his strength was much greater than hers.

She leapt back for a moment, giving herself a breather and second to think over a new strategy. He didn't seem too tired, but his left arm was certainly useless, and even the toughest vampires she had faced before couldn't handle her speed for long. It was best to continue attacking hard and fast; eventually he'd slip up and she would take him out. She dashed forward again, feinting right before slashing up to the left, knowing his lame arm couldn't deflect the blade as well.