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[Cheshire]Tool of Destruction[Snow]

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      • Shape-changing has its flawsâ?¦

        Elliot DeLafayette also known as Red eyes, smiled as he stood atop a skyscraper gazing down at the cityscape below him. He inhaled the clear night air, the scents all around filling his nose. He stretched his body before yawning softly as the bones in his back began to shift a break. A soft moan escaped Elliotâ??s pale lips as he took a step forward off the ledge of the building letting his body fall. Elliot was falling to the ground at an insane speed, his arms pinned to his sides, his feet pointed. Suddenly black leathery wings ripped from his back, shreds of clothing and his pale skin burst into the air, his wings caught the wind like a hang glider. Golden locks swam around him as he flew toward the clouds, the full moon casting his nightmarish shadow onto the city streets and pavements below. The wind, whipped at his clothes and hair, a soft moan escaping his lips as he enjoyed the cold night air caressing his body. His black wings flapped with a swoosh, his body ascending higher into the sky.

        As he flew, his eyes caught sight of his hotel and he tucked his wings in. Falling, instead of flying, Elliot allowed himself to descend from the sky, falling toward the hotel. Seconds before his feet would slam into the balcony, his wings stretched outward in a graceful manner allowing him to just step down onto the balcony without a sound. An indifferent scent, distinguished from any he had come into contact with before stopped him abruptly. Someone was in his roomâ?¦ Elliotâ??s wings folded toward his back shrinking second by second, the bones in his back shifting again a painful sound of them cracking loud enough to scare his intruder off if they were still in his room. The torn skin in his back began to bleed again as the wings completely disappeared into his skin. The moon shined down upon him, his body silhouetted upon the curtains that flowed gracefully in the wind adding to the grotesque effect of his wings retracting into his back. Soon after they were gone, the open wounds began to heal. He reached into the back pocket of his pants pulling out a cigarette and putting it into his mouth. He lit it with a lighter and took a long drag from it.

        The balcony doors were open to his presidential suite, the wind blowing softly, caressing the curtains above the doors, the soft fabric occasionally brushing up against his cheek. His mind was swimming with the possibilities of who might be in his room. He took several steps forward, walking into the room, his glowing red eyes scanning the room. No one was there, however their scent was left all over his room. Whatever they took they wouldn't be hard to find. It took only mere seconds for him to know what was taken. "OH FUCK!" he screams out of frustration. "This can't be happening." he snarls as he runs his fingers through his golden hair. "I'm gonna kill this...whatever it is..." he growls as he runs out at the balcony. He grimaces as his wings rip out of his freshly healed back flying off into the sky.

        A strong wind picked up around the fox den, as Elliot descended upon the ground. Once he landed he hadn't bother to retract his wings as he sniffed around the den for his little thief. "Come out you little bandit...don't worry if you just give me what you stole I promise I won't be too hard on you..." he said in the nicest voice he could muster up, trying hard to suppress the feral growl in his voice.
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      • Julia Barnett was looking over her latest score. She had hit up a high end hotel expecting the usual jewelry, high quality clothing and cash but she didnâ??t find much in that room. She wanted to hit up another but she had set her own rules a very long time ago and she was not going to break them now. One was very simple, never take from more than one room a night. It always made things much easier even if she didnâ??t get much. Everything she had from her latest hit was laid out in the wooden table in front of her. The table was made by her hands, she could easily steal one but she didnâ??t want to have to dig it in. That was one of the reasons she had a hole so big, it would have been a mole hole if everything she stole could fit through a mole hole.

        Standing over the table her copper hair fell over her slightly pointed ears. It was not long, just barely long enough the brush the tops of her shoulders. A smile was painted of lusciously red lips as she looked over everything. It was strange this one. There had been a locked suitcase and rather then open it there she took it back. The lock had been a bit tricky but she got it. Being a master thief she doubted that there was any lock she couldnâ??t open. Now her golden eyes looked over the assortment of weapons she had recently come into. It was a fascinating take but slightly worry some. Who had she stolen from that would keep such a collection of different weapons with them? Unfortunately she was about to find out.

        Barely pointed ears picked up a voice outside and her heart sped. It seemed that somehow she had been tracked. She didnâ??t think it was possible. No human could ever find her, she was too careful for that. She wondered what to do but knew she had to do something. There were a few hiding holes around there, fast as a rabbit and silently as she could she began to hide her things, changing her form as she did so. As she moved about the place she got shorter, her pale skin took on a tan color, her golden eyes deepened to dirt brown. Her copper her curled and changed to a dirty blond that looked especially dirty. Her outfit went from being a something similar to a stable boy to dirty tatters of a dress. By the end of it she truly did look like a sad, pathetically lost child. This was the point of it, people rarely could bring themselves to hard children.

        Though her appearance was disguised she was not content to sit and wait, once always hidden she began to walk through the two rooms and come up with another escape plan should she need it. She desperately did not want to get caught again.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
      • Elliot sighed as he got no response from his bandit. Getting on his knees he tilted his head toward the hole listening inside. The girl move so stealthily he could barely follow her movements. However the fact that he heard the slightest of movements within the den was all he needed. He stood to his feet and stretched a bit, his wings stretching to an incredible five feet. There was a strange dark wind that rustled the trees around them his body levitating in the air. His eyes lit up like Christmas lights at night. The were a glowing red, that would silence even the most of ferocious beasts.

        Elliotâ??s lips parted slowly, his fangs growing passed his bottom lip. He grunted, a growl escaping his clenched teeth as a disturbing bone cracking sound started up. The nails on his pail hands grew into long claws, his back arching, his legs twisting inward in and odd manner. His clothes began to shrink and hang on his body as it began to shrink. The cracking sound had gotten louder and much worse as his body had begun to completely modify itself. Several moments later he had morphed into a bat. His clothes were on the forest floor now as he fluttered down to the den, slipping into the tunnel. Whoever had taken his shit would pay dearly.

        He couldnâ??t see for nothing, but his hearing had gotten a lot better. Once he had gotten passed the tunnel, the space widened just enough for his human form. â??How convenientâ?¦.â? He thought. Since he wasnâ??t in his bat form for much time, transforming back to his human form took less than a minute. He grabbed the handle of the door and pushed it open with so much for, he would pop whatever lock was on it. He wasnâ??t in the mood to play anymore gamesâ?¦ Or play a mister nice guy. He wanted his things and e wanted them now. Not only that, he wanted to make the thief suffer for making him shape shiftâ?¦ He was in awe when he stepped inside. Never would he have expected to see such inside of a denâ?¦then again the door should have given that away.

        Upon wandering her little hiding space he caught a glimpse of the blonde walking. â??A raggedy little thingâ?¦ I wonder how she managed to get into my room.â? He thought as he began to pursue her. He hoped she didnâ??t have another super secret hiding place, he also hope she wouldnâ??t runâ?¦ However his bare body would probably do just that. On his way through one of the rooms he snatched up a stray blanket and wrapped it around his waist. â??Errâ?¦hey girlâ?¦â? he began unsure of how he should address her.[/list:u]
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Her mind raced with her heart towards somewhere she did not know and left her in a panic. No one had ever followed her out of the city let alone to her den! She didn't know who this man was but she certainly didn't want to find out. She was glad she put a lock on the door and dug the burrow deep and narrow as she did. It was big enough for the thing's she stole and a child sized body to fit through, so looking like a dirt covered child wasn't a bad cover, if only the ceiling wasn't tall enough for an adult. Still, despite this she did her best to try and think of ways to make it look like a child lived here but hard as she tried she couldn't, not with such a short amount of time at least.

She heard the door frame break as the still locked lock was pushed through, for half a second she stood gaping in shock when the horrible realization dawned upon her. This man can't be human! She dashed to the only hiding space that she thought she might be able to hide in, a small nook behind a curtain of moss. The moss was good for the cave to help keep some fresh air down there but it also covered at the time what had been a building error, she was embarrassed to admit it but it came in surprisingly useful now. One time some months ago she had taken a case and found an assortment of different kinds of liqueur.

Wondering if they were worth anything she sample done, then another, then another... then she was naked. Drunkenly she had stumbled through her home making all kinds of plans for it as though she had a cabin and wanted to redecorate. She picked out ceiling tiles, thought of different kinds of furniture she could get, made a plan to board the floor and even, to much shame, started a chimney. She was just happy that she passed out before she got very far into it. However she did get about three feet in and two feet tall, just enough for a hiding hole that a child could crawl into but she had never thought she would ever use it in this way.

Her thoughts still racing she tried to put together the pieces of what happened. That night had been like any other night, she went into town, stole something that looked valuable, returned to her burrow, and that was when it stopped being normal. Inside had been weapon, lots of different kinds and the person who owned them, she had no doubt, knew how to use every one of them. Then he had managed to get down her burrow a lot faster then he should have and when he came in, she had noticed, he was naked. She concluded that he must have shapeshifted to get down there but she knew he wasn't like her, he was something else. Looking around she realized she had also hidden the box in the space and mentally cursed herself for it but then she got an idea. The went into the open case, looking at everything inside she pulled out a wicked looking dagger. She hated the thing and how it felt in her hands but she had her back to the wall and she didn't know how long it would be before he found her.
 

    • Elliot sighed heavily as he ran his fingers through his golden hair. So the little twerp was refusing to come outâ?¦ Well it looked like he would have to seek her out. It shouldnâ??t be too hard. He could smell a whiff of himself mixed with that odd scent floating around somewhere close. It was so weird. Usually he could tell all about a person just by their scent, but with hers it seemed impossible. Out of all centuries heâ??s lived through, for once in his lifetime there was somebody who fooled even him. â??Come now child thereâ??s no reason for you to hideâ?¦ I wonâ??t do anything to harm youâ?¦ I just want my thingsâ?¦..if you know where they are just bring them to meâ?¦.â?

      He said loudly, his voice seeming to echo throughout the girlâ??s den. â??Fuckâ?¦â? he cursed to himself when he got no response. He grabbed the edge of her bed flipping it over. â??Pffftâ?¦nothingâ?¦â? he murmured as he began to turn tables over and ripping drawers our of her dresser. â??God please come on outâ?¦.Iâ??m not in the mood for your little game of hide and go seekâ?¦.â? He commented as he stood in the middle of the room, slender finger running through his hair again only to grip with frustration. He took one last look around the room, standing before he got onto his knees. Perhaps there was a secret trap door.

      He was all over her floors knocking, feeling like a compete idiot. Finally he came over to the spot where she was hiding, a peculiar curtain of moss hanging. He sat on the floor before the curtain, his legs folded pretzel style, placing his hand upon his chin in a thinking manner. There could be a compartment thereâ?¦. The vampire thought as he stared at it. But perhaps it wasnâ??t and he wound up making himself look even more like a fool. She might have not even still be inside the den. She could have been long gone somewhere with his goods. Even with that thought pricking at the back of his mind, in spite of his thoughts he slowly reached forward. Grabbing at the curtain he snatched it awayâ?¦.
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Hearing his voice rattled her. He was there, in her den, in her home The place that she had dug out by hand, made everything that she couldn't fit through the entrance, designed a water trap so the rains wouldn't flood it. This was a city she had been robbing for at least the past ten years. With only one crime a night, and a small one at that, she had managed to fly below police radar. Everything had been perfect, no one was ever able to follow her out here. No one even came this far out here. It was the one place where she could be safe form everyone. After the attempted inhalation of her species she was left slightly scared and she needed a place that she felt was safe, a place she could call home. An now it wasn't safe because he was here. he was here in her home.

He wasn't threatening, he even seemed to imply that she would go unharmed if she just gave him back his things. She sat there, thinking. If she just gave them back many he would leave, he would leave her alone and she could go back to the way hat thing's used to be. She spent a while rolling it around in her mind before she heard a noise. She jumped and covered her ears, it was loud and her ears were sensitive to noise, she was just glad she had managed not to make a sound when it startled her. Even covering her ears she still knew what he was doing. He wasn't just in her home, he was taring it apart! All of the time and the hard work she put into everything and he was just destroying it! Her gave hardened when he asked, again, for her to come out. He didn't know where she was, however he had followed her from the city it wasn't working now.

The child released her ears and crawled forward until she was right on the other side of the moss. Once there she positioned herself, ready to spring out and stab him if he came this way. She could only see some movement through the moss but it was enough to tell he was even checking her floorboards for places that she might be and even his things. When he started towards where she was she backed up just a bit, still preparing to strike. She could just barely see him because of the candles she used to light her cabin, the darkness in her 'hole' would hide her well but it left her to watch him just sitting there and wondering if she was there. She watched his hand moving slowly and at the last second a memory flashed before her eyes, the reason she couldn't bring herself to kill him.

The light flooded into the hole and exposed the child holding the knife, the girl hesitated before bringing the knife down on his legs. The way he was sitting she thought it might be enough to escape and he could still survive. After bringing it down, hit or miss, she was to panicked to check, she attempted a bolt at the door. She wouldn't be able to come back but if she could just get out of there she could build a den elsewhere and at least she'd be alive.
 
What came flying out of the spot under the moss surprised the hell out of the vampire. He hissed slightly as his own dagger came hurling down into his leg. â??Little bastardâ?¦â? he thought as he ripped the dagger out of his leg, gripping it tight between his pale fingers. â??Now, why you gonna go make me angry, when this whole time instead of threatening to take your life, Iâ??ve promised to let you have itâ?¦â? he questioned as he darted off after the little blonde. Just as he grabbed the moss curtain, he snatched up her blonde hair stopping her in her tracks. â??Whatâ??s the matter with you kid?â? he questioned as he took up to his feet still holding the girl by her hair. Their faces were mere centimeters apart as he glared into her eyes. His were glowing red now as his leg was regenerating.

Elliot held the dagger up to her dirt smudged cheek and smiled sinisterly. He then sighed, running the sharp blade down along her supple cheek. â??Now, how about you point to where the rest of my things areâ?¦â? he said with a slight nod of his head. Then we can go get them togetherâ?¦.â? He whispered into her ear, before running his hot tongue along the slit upon her cheek dotted with rubies. â??Mmmâ?¦you taste sweetâ?¦unlike any blood Iâ??ve tasted beforeâ?¦â? he whispered into her ear again, running the dagger down the nape of her neck. That strange scent was a lot stronger now that he had tasted her. She smelt just like the person who was in his roomâ?¦just like the scent that was all over this den. Then it came to him it was her who had taken his things. But how? She was just a child. Maybe she wasâ?¦. â??Now unless you want to die a horrible deathâ?¦â? he paused dragging the blade ever so gently along the back of her neck. â??And believe me I can make that happenâ?¦.you will tell me where my shit is. And just who and what you areâ?¦â?

Yes, Elliot added a bit more to his demands than earlierâ?¦but now he was just curious. Her scent, that tasteâ?¦how the hell she fit in the denâ?¦. How she stole out of his room without being detected. There were only a couple races able to do that and one was what he was, and the other extinct. A vampireâ??s scent was obvious and their blood tasted disgustingâ?¦. But the other race was well extinct and he wanted to rule that out but how else could he explain this moment. â??The truth shall set you freeâ?¦.â? He said with a slight nod f his head, as his eyes dimmed to their natural color, his leg finishing up its regeneration.
 
It hit. Out of all her rotten luck at least the dagger hit. At the very least the pain would leave him with a horrible limp that would have made it impossible for her to catch er before she left the den and once she was out of there he wouldn't be finding her again. She would have smiled had she not been so frightened. She heard his threat, at least it sounded threatening, and she would have been scared had she not been so close to the door that she could smell the forest. She reached her hand out to help her scramble up the hole only to be jerked back before her fingers even brushed the threshold. The man had grabbed her hair and lifted her by it. The child cried out and thrashed in her grip, kicking him with her legs and trying to pry her hair out of his hands. She continued her struggles until she saw the gleam of the dagger near her cheek.

It was then that she realized how close he was really holding her. She was at eye level, their faces so close together he may as well have been kissing her. At least then she wouldn't have to look into his eyes, glowing red eyes. He isn't human. Her mind whispered, as if she hadn't managed to figure it out before. The girl winced when he brought the dagger across her cheek, lightly, just barely deep enough to draw any blood. She didn't like this, everything was going horribly wrong and now he was just toying with her. The way he whispered into her ear, how he licked up her blood. She shuddered. She didn't like hearing that she tasted sweet. That was in no way compliment, it just meant that he would want more. Feeling the dagger trailing down her neck, after his next threat she wished that tasty blood could have been the worst of it.

"I-I'm ju-" Just a little girl. That was what she wanted to say... but she stopped herself. She felt the dagger at the back of her neck. The child sniffled, blinking back tears and knowing she would have to come clean and pray he would at least kill her quickly. However, being so close to him gave her the chance to smell him. Her fear hadn't allowed her to process the scent but now she couldn't ignore it. She wished she had bothered to try and figure something out about the creature she was stealing from, tried o pinpoint what the room smelled like. If she had she would have known better. There isn't a thing alive that doesn't know better then to steal from a vampire. Cold, heartless knock offs, without a soul or any emotion, he would kill her on the spot, likely do worse. That was what she had been taught about vampires. He had her by the hair with a dagger to the back of her neck, she wouldn't be able to change into something fast enough to do anything but get herself killed. With no other options she decided that if she was going to die she wanted to do it as what she really was.

The girl closed her eyes and took in a deep breath as she began to change. In his hands her hair darkened, turning from the dirty, blond hair that it was to a clean, silk like copper color. Her tan skin paled, becoming more of a milky tone, as she grew taller her ears grew slightly, turning to a small point, not quite elf like but enough to be clear she was not human. Her tattered, dirty dress turned into a dark jacket, a white blouse tucked into black, form fitting pants, worn looking black shoes adorned her feet. To her dismay her natural height was not tall enough and she was still dangling by her hair. It the man had not figured out what she was he would know the moment she opened her eyes. The brown eyes were gone, now it looked as though her irises could have been made of solid gold. This girl was a shapeshifter, the last one alive, and now she was at the mercy of a vampire.
 
His golden eyes began to widen as he watched the girl shift in his hands. It was amazing... Beautiful even. He hadn't seen one of her kind in centuries. What luck! What great luck. He...of all the other vampires in the city she fell into his lap. This was karma at her best. For the first time in his cold undead life he felt like crying out of happiness.. However, that would be impossible. Such meaningless actions such as crying were gone from him now. He'd been living his life as a cold ruthless bastard for so many centuries there was no time to cry. He had to be strong to survive....tears were for the weak. "I can't believe my eyes...." he admitted with a sick smile as he gripped her hair tighter to insure she wouldn't somehow find her way out of his clutches. "I really am astounded girl... I thought all of your kind were extinct...destroyed in the massacre decades ago...."

Elliot sighed to himself looking away from her. "How did she survive alone so many years alone?" he thought. She looked so young. The vampire wondered how she lived without the comfort of her mother, the security of her father in such a fucked civilization. Then again how did he survive so many centuries without the companionship of the ones he used to love and care for? "I am..." he paused to drop the dagger onto the floor. "This is just a really weird moment for me.: he said with a chuckle. "How the hell did you survive the massacre?" he asked still holding the girl by her silken locks as he carried her over to the turned over bed. With one hand he flipped the mattress and bed frame over. Taking a seat on the edge he placed her upon his lap, a firm grip upon her hips now. "Out of all my kind, it is extremely amazing that you managed to fall into my hands...."

"It must have been hard for you...Did you see the massacres?" he asked oblivious of her feelings toward the topic...or rather nonchalant about them. All that mattered at the moment that she satiate his curiosity for her past. The being before him was simply enigmatic in all her beauty. He simply needed to know, before he made her pay for her mistakes, how the hell she managed to escape what happened to the rest of her kind. "I doubt there are more of you...you are probably the last...that sucks doesn't it...knowing that you are the last of something..." he said to her as he took his left hand and snaked it up her back to snatch up her hair. He tilted her head to the side, sniffing the dried up blood around the nape of her neck, feeling the blood surge through her unique veins. He took a long whiff of her, deciding right then and there that he wasn't letting her go. She was, in fact, too fucking rare to let just wander... She was too precious. Her blood was exquisite....her shifting abilities unmatched. She would be the perfect tool.... The perfect tool to manipulate into doing whatever he wanted.

Unable to contain his hunger for her abilities and blood he bit into her neck. Her soft skin was warm beneath his ice cold lips. He moaned as her warm blood gushed into his eager mouth, flowing down his quivering throat rushing through his black veins. "Tell me your story my dear..." he telepathically spoke to her as he indulged himself in her divine blood. She would become physically weak from the blood lost, and succumb to his melodic voice, telling him everything, answering all his questions. He doubted she would have the nerve to speak up under his intense gaze, so he thought why not help? She was unlike any other....striking such excitement and curiosity in the vampire like so. He hadn't been so eager to hear someone's history in quite some time. He tore his mouth away from her neck, licking his blood stained lips, rubies beading the bite marks at the absence of his fangs. She was now under his temporary spell to do a small portion of what he wished as he didn't drink too much to make her completely his....mindless zombies weren't his thing. "Tell me shapeshifter, how'd you survive?"
 
Showing him what she was didn't help, his words made it even worse. He was so shocked, awed by seeing her that she knew she wasn't going to die that night but feared she would likely wish that she had. He just griped her hair tighter and started asking her all these questions, though, they were really all the same question, just tactlessly asked in lots of different ways. Every time she asked another vision of blood flashed behind her eyes. She hated it, she didn't want to talk about it, think about it, she didn't want anything involved with it. Still, there was nothing that she could do. He had the dagger and her by her hair. She closed her eyes, just wishing he would hurry up and kill her.

Then she heard a noise. Her eyes trailed down and she saw the dagger. It took her a few seconds to process. Her eyes went back to him as began to chuckle. She couldn't believe it, he was laughing! For a moment she thought he was laughing at her an a fire filled her. She didn't like to be laughed at and without the dagger she didn't have to worry as much for her own life. The girl went back to struggling, kicking him again, this time with more force. She wasn't as strong as a vampire but certainly stronger then the child she had previously been. After the last question she couldn't just hang there quietly. "Monster." she hissed. "Put me down! Let me go! Get the hell out of my home, you are not welcome here!" The last she had known vampires were cursed to be unable to enter a dwelling place unless invited, it seemed that curse no longer applied.

When he began to walk with her it didn't take her long to realize where he was taking her. Her eyes widened and she glared at him. "Hey! NO! Put me down! PUT ME DOWN!!!" the girl demanded, calling him a monster and even a 'knock off.' It was rumored that the shape shifters were the first shifters, they spawned vampires and werewolves and any other were out there. When he bent over to pick up and right the bed he flipped she had the chance to get her feet on the ground. She pulled, holding her hair so not to pull it out of her head she tried to pull it from his hands but even this got her no where and to further the humiliation he sat on her bed, picked her up and sat her on his lap. She was pissed. He held her hips so she couldn't get away, a thin blush lacing her cheeks as she was forced to sit on his lap.

She sat quietly now, rubbing the back of her head where he had pulled her hair. Hearing his furthered questions she didn't say anymore, she would let him wonder, let him get so mad as to finally murder her, then she could be with the rest of her kind at least. She heard what he said about being the last and that struck a cord. A tear spilled over her cheek. It did suck. She hated living alone and fearing someone would discover her and come to kill her in cruel ways. Fearing they torture her like they did the others. Momentarily distracted by memories she didn't even realize his hand was going back to her hair until it was to late. The girl let out a cry of surprise and pain as her head was forced to the side. She didn't understand why he still needed to pull her hair until he smelt her neck. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized what he was about to do.

"No. No! Don't you dare! DON'T YOU DARE BI-!!!" She cried out, demanding he stop this only to be cut off as his teeth pierced her neck. She shuddered from the feeling, tears falling freely from her eyes now drawn by this final humiliation. She heard him moan and almost whimpered, hands gripping her bed tightly as she prayed for it to be over soon. As her blood was drained away she grew weaker, her grip loosened. Her heard his voice but she wasn't sure how, it was like he was in her mind. The girl winced slightly when he pulled it teeth out of her neck. She thought of his voice in her head again and now he spoke to her normally she didn't understand why she did it but she opened her mouth and began to speak.

"I-... I was small..." the girl began weakly. "I was small, I had friends, human friends at the time. They didn't know what I was. When they found out they told everyone and they came for my family the next day." Tears fell from her eyes, not so much for the same now but for the sadness of the memories. sad smile decorated her face as she said her next sentence. "I was so naive. My family had taken on the appearance of a family in another town. It had been perfect and I had friends but I still needed to practice my shifting. My father would teach me. He used to get mad, as a young one I was never very good." The girl laughed coldly. "I was defective. My older brother told me so. He was the best of the best, he had even figured out how to hold his form through his sleep. He was talented and I was defective. Shapeshifters turn into people and only people. Animals are for the weres. Yet I was able to turn into animals." the girl paused and leaned her head back, looking up at the vampire. "You should kill me. I really should be dead. I was a runt. if the massacre hadn't already begun I would have been killed for my defect.... funny how the thing that was so wrong with me ended up saving my life."

She looked back down, tears still falling from her eyes as she remembered the night. He would feel her heart quicken with her breathing. She shook her head and tried to squirm off of him again. "You... you want to know if I saw the massacre... no.... No. No! You don't want to know what I saw. You don't want to know what I saw! You don't want to know!" I seemed like she was becoming frantic. Some things were better left in the past. Then, just when it seemed she would loose it, she curled herself the best she could, pulling her feet onto his knees and wrapping her arms around them. She sobbed into her knees. "Torture..." She whispered, if not for his super hearing he might not have even heard. "Rape... Innocence shattered... spilled... My family... the villagers... the children... They were just children. Just children. They shouldn't have gone through that. They shouldn't have seen that... No one should have seen that." She clung to her knees, keeping her face buried in her arms "My big brother... Mommy... daddy... I was so young... I'm sorry... I should be dead with you." The shifter didn't say anything after that, she just sobbed into her knees. Whatever happened that night had been horrible, she was sure he didn't want to know. She didn't even want to know.
 
Magnificent she was. She was strong indeed. Her life was hell from what he was gathering from her lovely story. It was a shamed what happened to her. It was a shame, such a shame that those shifters had to face the wrath of a scared mankind. It was a wonder to him though. A wonder how the whole race, save for one, was annihilated when their specialty was evading trouble. How could they be so careless as to leave themselves unguarded? How could they? Idiots. Weaklings. Getting wiped out the way they did. With the power to shift into anything, they sure were pretty dense at using their gifts. Her story angered him. He felt it was ridiculous for them not to fight to their fullest potentials. Dying to an inferior race...what an embarrassment.

What a poor child...witnessing her less fortunate brethren get destroyed all because she couldn't even shift right. He found that hilarious and it took all his might not to burst out with laughter. The only thing helping him to hold his amusement in was, the fact that he needed to hear the girl. She shouldn't have felt bad. He understood that she was lonely, and last of her kind but....if he were her and they treated him like shit he'd say 'fuck em'. As a child Elliot took shit from no one. He often told his siblings to kiss his ass, and his parents even worse. When he was once human, he had a rough life similar to hers. His five older siblings used to pick on him...do things to him siblings should never do to another. As the youngest he was always left out. As the smallest, slowest, 'dumbest', girliest, as the child his parents hadn't even planned Elliot was always stuck with the shitty end of the stick.

When it came to rooms in his house, he had the basement...the molded insect infested....basement. When it came to food...he had the smallest portions because his siblings would always take so much. His clothes never fit, christmas always sucked, and he never really got the love and affection of his mother and father like he should have. Being the outcast with golden eyes, and golden hair he was looked down upon as a freak not only by his siblings but by his parents and the villagers. Soon he just accepted his life as it was. There was nothing he could do to change it really. One fated night however, when vampires came and raided their mansion Elliot was in the basement sound asleep. Everyone above him however, were being slaughtered in cold blood. He woke to loud thumps and gunshots.

"NOOOOOOO~ Please spare my children and I~" he could hear his mother's voice on the other side of the basement door. He wondered where his father was.... Probably the first dead no less... The fear in her voice was evident and he knew that whatever was going on wasn't a cruel joke. However he did nothing. He leaned up against that door looking through the keyhole, his golden eye watching as his mother was dragged away. A sick smile spread across his face as he watched the gang of vampires tear his siblings to shreds. Suddenly the door flew open and he fell forward onto his face. Fear struck Elliot immediately and he darted toward the exit. He could hear his mother calling for him, begging for him to help. Her voice made him freeze. For the first time he shed a tear for her. It wasn't sad though...oddly it was one of happiness. "You are finally getting what you deserve..." as soon as he finished his phrase he was snatched up by one of the beings. His golden eyes never left his mother as quite a few vampires used her body...drinking from her flesh as they degraded her very being. It was an amazing sight. She was once proud and proper... Oh so prim and elegant... Right then she was just a scared used up whore...garbage to them and him. He wanted that ability... The ability to tear someone's soul right out of their body and leave them broken.

He found himself asking for that gift. Asking for the gift of destruction. Never did he want to be weak again. He wanted that night to mark the night of his rebirth as something bigger and badder than his weak self. He hadn't even lived his life the way he wanted... Not once had his mother hugged him like she did the others....not ever did his father play with him like he did with the neighbors kids. For once, he wanted something to go his way. And for once it did. The vampires used him as a blood source as they traveled searching for a new home. He had been with them for nine years. When he was finally deemed worthy, they turned him into a full blooded vampire at the age of twenty-two. That night, the moon was full...painted the lovely color of red... Blood was shed that night. If he remember correctly it was the night that sparked a deep hatred between man and shifters. The beginning of their extinction.

He snapped out of his daydreams when she began to have a fit, curling up into his lap. It seemed he didn't drink enough. That night must've truly traumatized her. The tone in her voice when she spoke of her memories of that night made his heart beat just a bit faster. He had begun to feel a little bad for her. It must've been hard for her growing up with none of her kind to cling to for warmth and security. He sighed, putting his selfishness to the side to run his fingers through her hair. "Snap out of it shifter...they are dead for their foolish mistakes. You are here, to atone for their sins. You are here to make a name for your race....you are here to bring dignity back to the shifters' name..." he said trying to encourage her. He fixed her on his lap so that her head rest on the warmth of his bare chest, and her legs dangled over his thigh. "Do you really think crying about surviving that night makes your kin happy?" he asked the girl as he brushed a few strands of her hair from her delicate face. With a sigh he looked away from her. "You need to move on and live your life kid. It's too short to be dwelling on the past...." he said with a small smile. The look on his mother's face as he kicked his father's severed head and left with the group of vampires, was at the front of his mind. The only reason she was alive was because he asked. Elliot had asked, for them to let his mother rot with her husband's mangled body and remains of her bastard children. He asked for her to live so when they lit the mansion on fire he'd get to hear her sing one last time. Her last screams were beautiful....
 
The girl seemed to jump when he began to run his fingers through her hair. She was not used to compassion, not in this form. She hadn't felt any kind of compassion in this form for a very long lime, likely longer then he had been alive. She wondered how old he was. The undead don't die but the shifters come pretty close to that. His words surprised her and she didn't understand what he meant. How was she supposed to atone for their sins? Was she supposed to suffer for them? She did like the idea of making a name for her race. Thoughts long pushed from her mind started to creep back in, thoughts of revenge. Could she bring dignity back to her race by punishing those who killed them? She shook the thoughts from her head.

Every time she thought of killing memories of the bodies would force their way back into her mind and she couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to take revenge and the people that did that to her village would likely be dead by now. His hand running through her hair was comforting. She was surprised when he sat her sideways on his lap. She found herself sitting there with her head laying on his chest. It was bare, warm and strong, in the back of her mind she decided it wasn't such a bad place to put her head if she had to put it somewhere. She shook her head no when he questioned her about her crying. She knew it wouldn't but sometimes she couldn't help it. She let him brush the strands of hair from her face. She realized how wrong this was, how humiliating it was to be at the vampires mercy, punctured neck and sitting on hi lap even but at the moment she didn't care. She was fine there for now.

His last statement drew a laugh though not an intentional one. "You're life may be short but I get to live a very long life. I have plenty of time to dwell." She told him. It was rumored that a shapeshifter could live for thousands of years, no one has heard of one dying from age but that was supposed to be more of a secret so that the shifters could fake their deaths. "And for all we know I could be older then you are. I have a name. My name is Julia." she told him, hoping he would use it from now on. She shifted slightly on his lap, trying to get more comfortable when something occurred to her.

"You're naked..." she told him, slightly irritated and blushing from the fact. "One of the drawers you pulled out has men's cloths in it. Please, just put something on." she asked him, hoping that he could wear at least a pair of pants so he could be at least slightly decent. She wondered if she could still move fast enough to get away once he got up to put some cloths on. She doubted it. Even if she could she had questions now. "How do you propose I bring dignity back to my race? We weren't disgraced. Even if we were how is a defective runt supposed to bring back dignity to a dead race? Well, dead other then me. I may have gotten better, hell I bet I could even out-shift my brother with the practice I've got in." the girl admitted, proud of herself but after she admitted that she wished she could take it back.

There had to be a reason she was kept alive. Vampires didn't keep theirs victims alive like this, even when they did they always made the meal into a blood doll to ensure total control over it. She anted to ask him why he hadn't killed her but she didn't want to remind him. She may have been fine with dying earlier but now she wanted to live. She just needed to figure out a way to get away form him.
 
He laughed when she commented on his life span. "You have no idea how long vampires have been on this earth. My kind can live for very long times as well. " he said with a laugh. He shrugged his shoulders when she commented on his nakedness. "Hey, it isn't my fault I had to shift into my bat form to slip in here..." he said with a sigh as he ran his fingers through his blonde hair. He then grabbed her hips and slid her off his lap and onto the mattress next to him. Standing from the bed he stretched a bit. "But, since it seems like I'm going to be lounging here for a bit...might as well waste my time and slip on some pants..." he said with another nonchalant shrug of his broad shoulders as he crossed the room to the drawers he so rudely tossed about.

"In any case Julia...back to the topic of life spans and age---and the past. My race is immortal we live forever. There are plenty of demons of the night like myself roaming around no one even knows about. With that said I highly doubt you are older than me..." he began as he spotted a pair of black pants lying about around the drawers he turned over. Picking them up, he then dropped the towel and began to slip them on. "And mind telling me why you think you have plenty of time to dwell on the past?" he questioned pulling up the pants. He turned to face her whilst he buttoned the pants with a curious smile upon his face. He wasn't looking to kill her... He honestly didn't know what he was going to do with her. All he knew at the moment was that he wanted her...and he wasn't going to let her escape, nor anyone else have her. "Surprisingly they fit..." he said aloud to himself as he looked down at the pants.

"If I almost killed you...or can kill at any moment now... Why would you think you still have all your life to think about useless memories?" he chuckled making his way back over to the bed standing before her. "Never mind you are just child. Like you said you do have plenty of time...to regret wasting your life away. You should be happy you are a live. You should be having fun and enjoying your life. You should be living it up for the ones who can't....instead of hiding out here....so alone and cold..." Elliot said with a shrug of his shoulders. "I mean...I know you hate to be alone...living as long as we do....having no one to comfort you gets a little... I don't know... tiresome I guess."

"So.. Now that you are calmed down and stuff... Mind getting my things.. I have a mission to complete by sun up and well...you are holding me up kiddo..." he announced to her as he placed both his hands upon his hips. "Besides the dagger I do hope for your sake everything is in tact... my equipment ain't cheap y'know." he said with a sigh.
 
Finally she was free of him. He just left her laying on the bed as he went to get dressed. She wanted to get up and run but her body was weak from the blood loss and for some reason she didnâ??t see the urgency in leaving anymore. She hadnâ??t had company in years and she was shocked to realize that she was enjoying the time she was no longer alone. I must have become masochistic somewhere along the way to be willing to sit in the company of a vampire. She thought to herself as she put some effort into sitting up. Now all she had to do was get to her feet and make her legs move though she found that task was not as easy as she thought it would be.

She was barely listening to what he was saying, trying to make her body work and mentally cursing the vampire for making her this weak. He seemed to think that he would be staying here for a while but she didnâ??t care. He could stay here for the rest of time for all that she cared so long as she didnâ??t have to stay here with him. By the time he turned to face her she had managed to stand but only with her arms supporting her on the bed. She had been looking for some way to get around him, something she could use to help her walk. For a moment their eyes met and she looked like a child who had just been caught stealing from the cookie jar: she knew she shouldnâ??t but she really wanted to get away.

He didnâ??t seem to mind her attempt; in fact, he ignored it and went on with what he was saying. He came back and she let herself fall onto the bed. It was difficult to stand so she would save her energy. He was right, he could kill her at any moment but his words confused her. She thought he was keeping her alive to toy with her but now he was keeping her alive for her own good? He wanted her to live her life? Was he... was he going to let her go? A bit of hope filled her as she looked up at him, trying to make sense of all this. â??I canâ??t...â? she admitted, hating the fact that she could not even stand. â??But your things are in the same place that I was hiding.â? She told him. Then she dared to ask.

â??You... you keep talking about me living my life... Does that mean you arenâ??t going to kill me? Youâ??re going to let me live? Youâ??re going to let me go?â? The hope lit up her eyes, they seemed to sparkle with anticipation. She didnâ??t like to be weak, she hated being trapped and the idea of freedom made her smile a hopeful grin. He sounded like he was going to leave, whether he came back or not she could easily be gone before sunrise.
 
He didn't say anything as he crossed the room to where she were last hiding. He pulled back the curtain of moss peeking into the small hiding place. Reaching his hand out, he felt through the spot. Feeling that leather beneath the pads of his fingers made him grin. Gripping the handle of the case he pulled it from the dark hole. Looking over his things he sighed softly. Her scent was on everything. It was intoxicating...alluring...distracting. They were unusable now. Her scent was too strong to be removed. God forbid if he attempted to use them. He would go crazy with bloodlust. That wouldn't be good at all for his profession.

"Kill you?" he questioned. "No...I'm not. I couldn't actually. I've been responsible for a lot of fucked up shit in the past... Every last one I'm proud of.... Killing off a species is the lowest of the low.... So you don't have to worry about death." he said as he continued to look through case, trying to find some hope left of using his precious weapons again. "Sadly however...I can't let you go shifter. You see...you've tainted my weapons with the smell of you..." he confessed turning to face her. "Your scent drives me crazy. It's taking a lot out of me to not just completely devour you as you sit helpless upon your bed.... If I hadn't drink when I did... I don't know what would have become of you just now."

Elliot sighs deeply taking a seat upon her bed. "Well...since I can't do my job....I think you are going to have to do it for me..." he said simply as he shuts the case placing it upon her lap. "I'm going to employ you until I get a new set of weapons to replace the ones you've ruined. It might be a while until then but....think of it as an opportunity..." he said with a smile placing his hand atop her head. "Think of it as an opportunity to find out what your life's purpose is upon this...wretched planet...." Elliot added roughing up her hair playfully.
 
For a moment she smiled. She would live. Her stupidity wouldnâ??t lead to the extinction of her race, after all, being the last one was hard some times. The man admitted that he would not kill her and she was sure he would grant her other wishes as well. It was ashame that hope had to die so quickly. That smile fell from her face when she heard that she would not be released. She didnâ??t understand what he meant, how ddi the fact that his weapons smell like her matter at all. Scents wear off everything eventually if they are around a new scent long enough. The next blood, she was sure, would easily whipe her scent from their blades but the vampire didnâ??t seem so sure.

She didnâ??t much like hearing what her scent did to him either. â??Devour me? Completely?â? she questioned in a quiet and unsure voice. In her mind all she could think of was the way people ate the chickens they raised butif he was going to devour her completely in that sense it would involve killing her. Of course there were other ways to â??devourâ?? someone but she didnâ??t want to even think of them lest her thoughts somehow inspire him to act. She watched him closely and suspiciously as he sat on her bed with her only to be once more confused when he shoved the case onto her lap. His words shocked her and she opened her mouth to speak only to have her silken hair tosed about like one does a child.

Julia glared at the man beside her, his instruments of death sitting on her lap and covered with her scent. She pushed the case back onto his lap, still glaring at him. â??Whatever you do I want no part in it.â? She said, surprisingly firm dispite her physical weakness. â??You reak of death, your weapons of blood. I have been called many things and I have shifted into many more but I am not nor shall I ever be a murderer. Do your own job. If you wish I can sell these and get you new murder tools. I steal and I trade but I do not kill and there is nothing you could do that would make me.â? She told him, putting her foot down on the matter. She summoned the strength to move off of the bed and take a few steps before leaning on a wall and using that as support. She went into the other room and sat at the table, resting her head in her hands she just wanted to get some sleep but the night was still young and the vampire still there.
 
"Yes...devour you completely...." he retorted. "I would have made sure all of you was consumed... your mind body and soul would have been completely mine... And I would have enjoyed every moment of it. And while you may have still been alive after that... you would never be free of my control and might have well just considered yourself dead,because I do enjoy playing with my food before I finish it off." he said with a devious smile. "Anyway... Julia..." he began as he looked up at her from the bed. She was...quite the stubborn one. "That's not my problem dearest. I mean I would have loved to keep you out of this...." he continued on, running his fingers through his silken hair. "But...you brought this upon yourself...stealing from random targets. If you would have at least waited to see what kind of person owned these tools of death I think you would have thought differently about stealing..."

With a sigh the male pushed the case she had returned to his lap onto the bed. Why was she being so difficult? Couldn't she just comply to save them both some trouble? He supposed that was just the traits of her kind. He touched the bridge of his nose, slightly running his fingers along it as if he were wearing a pair of glasses. Well in his mind he was. He used to wear them when he was younger up until he was changed... Obviously his senses and what had increased 10x but the habit of pushing his glasses up never left him. Suddenly an idea came to him. Perhaps she didn't have to kill...just be bait. "Well you don't necessarily have to kill my targets...just I don't know lure them so I can do my job." he said with a slight tilt in his head as he continued to gaze up at her. Getting up from the bed he walked over to Julia. "Don't be so quick to refuse shifter... There is no way you could possibly bring me weapons as good as the ones I had..." he said to her as he placed a cool hand upon her cheek. He caressed her skin softly, before running his fingers through her silken hair.

"I transformed those weapons myself. Made them better over the years... enhanced every feature possible." he said with a bit of nostalgia in his voice. "Unless you are an expert at covering up scents so that even a vampire can't smell it.... I suggest you take my second offer." Elliot said with a small smile as his fingers gently tangled into her hair, tugging gently. "You don't have to do much but follow my orders. I like my jobs quick and clean...unlike most assassins and I can't do that when I'm too close to the enemy." he sighs taking a step away from her. "There are times when I can't control myself and well that's why I use the accuracy of my weapons to do my killing. There are also times when I can't go into certain places without permission...or at all actually. With your help I could do so much more. Anyway, just agree. It's not like I'm taking away all of your freedom or anything... You can still go out and do whatever it is you do. But right after I need you to return to me. And it's not like I get a mark everyday to kill... so there will be breaks in between."

Elliot smiled looking back at her. "You have nothing to lose my accepting my offer Julia..."
 
His words made her shudder visible. The idea of it was so... wrong. There was no better way to describe the idea of that kind of existence. It sounded so unnatural... it sounded like torture. She wrapped her arms around herself, the very idea that the vampire was having trouble resisting doing this to her was frightening. This was a game of cat and mouse, the roles were clear and she was already caught; now the cat was just batting her back and forth between his paws waiting for the best moment to eat her. She had no way of knowing that he was a vampire, it isnâ??t like she was familiar with the scent of a vampire to know it the moment she went in the room. She didnâ??t stalk her targets before deciding to strike.

After the extermination she had been forced to live like a rat. She didnâ??t dare change into a predator to hunt for food, she lived in holes and in walls of homes trying to figure out if it was safe. For years after the last of her family died they were still looking. Someone had seen her fleeing. They knew that there was still just one more and for years after they hunted for her. Julia still had a fear of dogs after the number that had been sent after her. She didnâ??t like the way she had been forced to live. She didnâ??t want to get to know the people that she stole from. She didnâ??t want them to be people with lives and families. Taking from them one night and then vanishing helped her do that. She was still holding herself when she heard his new plan for her. She looked at him, partially in shock, partially in disgust. He made it sound like she would never be able to replace the weapons.

His touch only made her turn away. His cold hand on her cheek, a tender touch to her hair; it was almost like he cared but she knew it was impossible. She winced just slightly when he pulled on her hair but she still said nothing. After he had finished speaking she thought on it. There were a lot of ways she could still have her freedom, but not as she had it before. She hated having to agree with the man, the vampire... It felt dirty. Still, she would have to make some kind of deal if she wanted to have any kind of sleep that night. â??Fine.â? She said, spitting out the word. â??I-Iâ??ll do it but on one condition....â? she said, summoning the strength to stand and look the vampire in the eye. â??I want you to swear by your unnatural life that if I agree to help you then you will never, ever force the sick kind of half existence on me that you have described.â?

This she demanded of him. She wanted to be sure she would never have to go through that kind of thing. She may not have much but she still had her free will. The idea that even that could be taken form her was absolutely terrifying and she never wanted to have to worry about it gain.
 
He only smiled when she agreed. Finally. In the back of his mind he was anticipating her to say no... Sorrowfully, if she had said no, he would have had to force her to. Turn her into a blood source. There was no way he could allow himself to let her slip through his fingers. She was a rare species, the last of her kind. And the best part was, her blood alone satiated the hunger deep inside him, he had been having troubles with for the past month or so. It was surprising to him, that it hadn't been his kind that wiped hers out. Then again, if it were she wouldn't have been alive at all. She would have been able to rest along side her fallen kin. â??I want you to swear by your unnatural life that if I agree to help you then you will never, ever force the sick kind of half existence on me that you have described.â? He nodded as she spoke. "Sure why not. It wouldn't benefit me in anyway to do that. Besides, your race is best observed when they aren't too shackled down..." he said with a playful smirk. "Anyway...I guess I'll be on my way now.... come by my hotel room at sunset....when the sun isn't so bright." he informed the girl as he grabbed his case of weapons. Fixing them into their proper places. He would find out what to do with them later. Perhaps he could sell them on the black market.

Elliot sighed as he walked to the doorway with the case in his hands. "Remember...to the hotel room you got this case from...by sundown... Please don't make me come sniff you out..." the vampire said as he crossed the second room to the door he kicked open. Her place really looked like shit now. Well that's what happened when you pissed off a vampire, apparently. He stepped through the doorway, to where the den hole began. He cursed silently to himself as he placed the case onto the floor. Pulling back his foot, he kicked the case hard. As it slid through the tunnel, he began to transform. He cursed softly to himself, his back arching as the bones started to take shape cracking in various parts. He hisses softly as he takes a bat's form. He mentally cursed the form as he flew into the tunnel making his way out through the darkness, and into the moonlit forest, leaving behind the pants she'd given him at the start of the tunnel.

On the outside, he quickly transformed his body, leaving only the wings. He put back on the clothes he'd left there from before, then grabbed the case and started on his way. The vampire quickly returned to the hotel room, shutting all windows, closing all curtains. Sighing softly the wings that ripping through his back retracted slowly as he made his way over to the closet opening the door. Daylight was definitely near...he could feel his full strength depleting slowly, his skin warming unpleasantly. Slipping into the closet he shut the door. "God I can't wait to return home..." he murmured to himself positioned himself in the closet, so that he was hanging directly from the ceiling.
 
It took the shape shifter over an hour to fix everything up if that was what someone would call fixing. Several things were still broken, she would have to make some new furniture but that was even if she wanted to stay in this burrow. After the vampire came in here and did what he did she wasn't sure she even wanted to be here anymore but she was to exhausted at this point to give any serious through into making a new burrow. The young shape shifter finally crawled into her bed only to find that she couldn't get to sleep. The den still smelled like him. With a tired groan she got up and gathered a few jewels she had stolen in the past and put them in a pouch before turning into a fox and carrying them out of the hole. She might as well make some money, maybe have enough to make a fake identity in a new town far away.

Once she got closer to town she shape shifted into an older woman. Not an old woman but a woman who wasn't as young as she used to be. Her hair grew out and formed itself into a tight Grey bun. Her tan skin palled and wrinkled. Her stable boy's outfit grew in size and gained color enough to look like an elegant gown. Once everything was done she walked into town with a small purse in her hands containing some jewels. The story was simple, she needed to sell the jewels to pay off her son's gambling debts. Gambling debts were a shameful thing, people didn't question further after getting that kind of a response. She sold her stolen goods at many different stores, each with a different face and a slightly different story. If someone tried to trace it they would have a really hard time.

Once she had sold the jewels she went into an alley and turned herself into a young woman, the wrinkles tightened and the dress changed to a more modern and fashionable look. Her hair as let down and grew into golden curls. Once the look was done she had turned herself into a very attractive young woman and she began to roam the town, looking into things, flirting with rich men, finding out where they lived and promising to visit them one evening. As the day drew on she went out and and got herself something to eat. She was doing her best to forget about the vampire but as the sun got closer and closer to setting she kept thinking about him more and more.

It was almost sunset when she went to the apartment. She didn't go up there but she gazed up at the place from the side walk, wondering if she should go or if she should start running. She had heard that vampires were quick and she knew he was strong. She wondered if she could have gotten away if she started running the minute he left. She hadn't gotten a bit of sleep and hadn't a clue what he had planned for her. All she wanted right now was to turn into a furry animal, find a burrow and curl up inside for a deserved sleep.
 
Elliot slept the day away, as usual. However, the closer to sunset it gotâ?¦.the lighter his sleep was. Once the sun was at midpoint in the sky, the vampire awakened from his sleep. He dropped down from the ceiling of the closet, landing gracefully onto the floorâ?¦ He opened the door and stretched slowly. God it felt goodâ?¦ to finally be awake. Sleeping was such a waste of time. For a moment he wished he was still human so he could go out into the dayâ?¦.hasten the process of recovering his weaponsâ?¦.as the ones he had now wereâ?¦.completely useless with that girlâ??s scent upon itâ?¦ Speaking of the shapeshifterâ?¦.she was already thereâ?¦. Why didnâ??t she come up to his room like heâ??d said? Perhaps she was having second doubtsâ?¦.

Fuck her scent was so intoxicatingâ?¦.it made his fangs elongateâ?¦.his heart raceâ?¦and his blood boil. He walked over to the curtains in the apartment living room and pulled them back. On his side of town there was a nice shade that protected him from the sun, when it was directly in the middle of the sky. It allowed him to travel through the shadows and get a head start on any missions he wanted completed within a night. He walked out onto the balcony of his apartment and looked down. There she was in all her beautyâ?¦. She would see him for a split second and then he would seem to disappear. â??Youâ??ve comeâ?¦you have no idea how happy your presence has made me just nowâ?¦â? And within a couple second he would appear behind herâ?¦

â??Did you think you needed permission to come to my apartment?â? he teased, a small grin gracing his lips as he grabbed her hips and buried his lips into her neck. His didnâ??t bite herâ?¦.he just teased the warm skin of her neck with his cool tongueâ?¦.enjoying the taste of her bare fleshâ?¦somewhat satisfying and alsoâ?¦.ironically heightening his desires for her body. â??I suppose one would be nervous coming up to a vampireâ??s homeâ?¦â? he teased. â??Who knowâ??s what goes on in those twisted minds of theirsâ?¦â? he murmured before he took a step back and stepped in front of her. He was wearing a dark hoodie, that concealed his arms neck, and head. He didnâ??t want to let any light that still existed from the sunâ?¦.burn him. The pain of the sunâ?¦.the worst known to vampires. Well thatâ?¦and an eternal loneliness.

â??Come onâ?¦.â? He said to the shapeshifter as he took one of her hands into his and lef her into the vast apartment building. Once they made it into his apartment, he took off the hooded sweater, revealing a shirtless torso. â??Soâ?¦.have a nice day?â? he questioned crossing the apartment and into the living room area where he plopped down onto his black couch.
 
The shifter stood thinking of what to do next. She was sure she had time, she had eaten and sold off most of what she had stolen. Perhaps she should go home and hide the money she had gotten from the sales, but she still had time to do that. It was only mid day after all and vampires could only come out at night, she still had time to decide if she even wanted to go to her home or maybe build a new one in another city.... maybe even continent. She hated traveling across water but she was sure that the vampire would have trouble finding her if she did. A smile grew, yes, she could run, if she knew the places to run to, she could hide on another continent, maybe even jump ship and swim to an island somewhere. Julia relaxed a bit. It finally looked like there was some amount of hope to her dismal situation. She smiled and took what she thought would be her last glance up at the window and spotted the vampire on the balcony. He couldn't be there! It had to be a trick! This was the middle of the day! There was no way!

Her eyes widened in shock and fear, he was gone the next instant but her heart still raced inside her chest, her breath quickened, everything in her said run. This had to be a mistake. Maybe she was just seeing things, so worried about him she thought she saw him, it was just her mind playing tricks on her. She tried to convince herself of this and it nearly worked, then she heard his voice behind her. Her whole form went ridged, and what a beautiful form it was, through all of it fake it was enough. She hadn't had time to move when he suddenly latched onto her hips and burred his face into her neck. A startled fearful cry escaped her as he did and she winced with expectant pain, but the pain didn't come. The girl shuddered feeling his tongue on her neck, hot blood pulsing fast just beneath the flesh to her tender neck. The false skin was soft and pale, unwittingly perfectly desirable for a vampire. Realizing this the girl crushed herself and wished she had wondered as a hag and not as a young beauty.

Having him this close was frightening and his words did nothing to help ease her nerves. She closed her eyes and tried to calm her speeding heart, it was a neat trick she had learned over the centuries, It was good for hiding and changing, after all, certain creatures were so calm it was almost comatose. Sh felt him let her go and though she wanted to run she knew she would make it two steps tops before he caught her. She wondered what he would do to her if she tried but she was pretty sure she didn't want to find out. When she opened her eyes again she had calmed herself considerable and he was standing in front of him. She looked him up and down, taking in all the little details she could. At least she knew it wasn't immunity to the sun that allowed him to come out. The hoodie would keep the sun off him and keep him from being burned, though it no doubt looked strange she knew that strange was better than dead. Though she had calmed herself it wasn't to the extent she would have liked, paralyzing fear turned to frightened. Calm would have been better but you can only so so much with what you have.

Next thing she knew he had her hand and he was leading her to the building. She caste a glance over her shoulder, no one was looking, she wondered if they had even noticed what had happened but even if they did they would have never guessed the extent to how horrible it was. Though she knew where he lived in the building she let him lead her there though once they got there she wasn't expecting him to start undressing. Her face flushed as she became just vaguely aware that he was attractive but even though it was just a small bit of her that noticed she didn't want to expand upon the idea she did her best to kill the idea quickly. "Will you put some cloths on!" she yelled at the man, quickly turned away and shifting into her true form. Her dress tightened around her legs until it formed itself into a pair of blank ridding pants, the top loosening into a white blouse covered by a black vest that matched the pants. Her long golden curls shortened and straightened into shoulder length coppery color that it naturally was. Her ears pointed and her eyes brightened form a beautiful blue until they were the color of the finest gold.

Juli staid standing with her back to the door, she decided that this had to be the safest place to be, on her feet, close to the exit and without him ale to appear behind her and surprise her like he had done while they were outside. "My day was wonderful until you showed up." she told him before remembering the money she had gotten for selling her goods. But he was a murderer, not a thief, he wouldn't take it, right? The small purse hadn't been something she made, she hadn't changed it as often as she did the cloths on her back so it had resisted the change and still lay firmly balled in her hand. "I thought vampires couldn't come out during the day, you were supposed to sleep until night." she said a bit irritated, if he had she could have need half way across the world by then. She crossed her arms across a modest chest. The girl had a naturally lithe body like that of a ballerina, in fact, she wouldn't look too out of place in a tutu. The girl didn't look directly at him, at least he wasn't naked this time. "I swear, don't you have any modesty?" She yelled at him, wishing that he could, just once, keep his cloths on.
 
He smiled. It was cute how she demanded of him to put on clothes when they both knew she wanted him badly. He noticed she was still standing with her back to the door. Did she think that by standing so close to the exit sheâ??d be safe? He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly on the thought as he looked her up and down. God, it was truly mind boggling how shapeshifters could be whatever they wanted. That was one reason why he admired vampires so much. The fact alone that they could shift into something else was a huge plus for him beside the amazing powers and abilities that came along for the ride. The only thing that he would even consider a downfall in the vampire race would be their sensitivity to light. But even then he thought that was cool. It was just another excuse for his lazy ass not to have to leave the house in the morningâ?¦.nor wake up at that time. Plus he was used to such a lifestyleâ?¦when he was younger he would sleep all day to escape his familyâ??s horrible treatment of himâ?¦.the night time was the only time he could actually breath and even blink without being a target for some cruel game of theirs.

He smiled as she finished shifting back into her regular form. She was adorableâ?¦.she had a certain sex appeal about her that drove his senses wild. He didnâ??t know why she transformed into a bustier more curvaceous woman when she had the whole package. He supposed it was to keep her true identity safeâ?¦as well taking her profession into consideration why would she walk around as herself? â??You didnâ??t seem like you were enjoying your day from where I was standing. You looked apprehensive or somethingâ?¦.â? He said with a sigh. â??I told you everything was fine, that I wouldnâ??t kill you and stuff and you still feel as if I wonâ??tâ?¦.I hopeâ?¦.I hope you donâ??t think Iâ??m a liar or anythingâ?¦â? he said with a chuckle. â??I meanâ?¦you arenâ??t dead yetâ?¦isnâ??t that a sign that Iâ??m telling the truth about our relationship?â? he questioned before she questioned about his appearance in the light. â??Hmmmm? You are curious about my race now then?â? he teased with a grin â??Well first of all, itâ??s sunsetâ?¦.second of all this side of town has less sunlight when itâ??s so close to being nighttime. A simple hoodie keeps be safe from the rays for a bit before the daylight itself begins to irritate my skin and eyesâ?¦.â? He replied simply as he shifted upon the couch.

â??You wish I would what? Keep my clothes on?â? he questioned. â??Well as I recall the only reason why youâ??ve seen me naked in the first place was because I had to find some way of squeezing into that little rat hole you called a homeâ?¦â? he said with a sigh. â??Stop playing games Juliâ?¦you know you like seeing my form without clothes on. I meanâ?¦.who wouldnâ??t? Iâ??m drop dead gorgeousâ?¦.eye candy that girls and guys alike just canâ??t help but turn in something moreâ?¦â? he said with a grin as he stretched on the couch. â??Why are you so close to the door? I didnâ??t invite you here so you could cower there this whole time. Come closer so we can talk and discuss the relationship that we have developed with each other so suddenly.â? He suggested as he stood from his chair and crossed the room into the nearby kitchen. â??Want something to drink?â? he questioned as he reached into his refrigerator and pulled out a bottle that resemble a bottle of red wine. â??Iâ??ve got beer, soda, champagneâ?¦I could make you coffeeâ?¦or tea?â? he said with a smile. That stuff rarely appealed to his taste buds nowadays, but he kept it just in case he had someone come over or for when he ever craved such a taste.
 
The shifter glared at him, still on edge and hoping for some way out of this. She didn't like being bitten or used as food and even if he was going to keep her alive and not turn her into one of those blood slaves. "I was having a wonderful day until I remembered I had to come and see you! You're what made me so apprehensive! What the hell was that out there? I damn near screamed!" She yelled at him, clearly not the slightest bit pleased with her current situation. She couldn't care less if he was telling the truth, she knew that he was but within his promise there was still so much that he could do and that was what was making her nervous. His words sent a chill through her, no, she wasn't dead but she wondered if it would be better if she was. All she wanted to do was get out of there and go back to her home and pretend like none of this had ever happened though he knew that wouldn't work. If she really wnated to pretend this didn't happen she would have to start over somewhere else but then he would find her. She would be on the run for at least the next two hundred years if not for the rest of time. She didn't know how long shape shifters live but she knew she wasn't anywhere near old yet and she had been around for at least a thousand years.

"I'm not curious about your race, I'd be perfectly happy if your race was dead." She told him, it was true, shifters had never liked vampires or werewolves, they tended to keep amongst themselves so why they were hunted and not the others was a sore spot. When he called her home a rat hole her hair stood up slightly in an almost animalistic fashion. "IT WAS NOT A RAT HOLE!" She yelled at him, clearly furious at his insult to her home. "It was very nice before you came and tore it up!" She crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked away from him, angry with him for the insult. "I am not cowering." she said quietly as she reluctantly moved form the door and over to the couch. She took a seat on the end of it and found it surprisingly comfortable, she hadn't gotten any sleep the night before and the couch was almost inviting. "There is no relationship... but a cup of tea would be nice." she told him, the comfort of the couch making her forget one of her rules. Never let someone make you a drink, far to easy for them to slip something into it.

She refused to admit that she found the vampire attractive. Despite the fact that he was it wasn't something that he wanted to acknowledge, he was clearly sick and twisted and she didn't need to be anywhere near someone like that much less physically attracted to them.
 
"We have no relationship...and you still want me to make you a cup of tea?" he questions in a teasing manner. As she had requested however, he moved across the kitchen, in an elegant manner gathering the things he needed to make her tea. As he got her tea boiling away, he dug all the way to the bottom of his refrigerator to retrieve a bottle of red wine. He could smell the sweet aroma of the red liquid seeping through the cork of the bottle. A small smile, touched his lips as he had dreamed of this moment ever since he'd fallen asleep. The tea pot whistled loudly and he sighed softly as he was snapped out of his thoughts. He popped the cork open as he grabbed the handle of the tea pot pouring the hot liquid into the cup with sugar and a tea bag in it. He swirled it with a tiny tea spoon and watched as the sugar dissolved, and the water turned dark. The sweet smell of tea almost made him gag, and he slowly backed away. Holding the seemingly innocent bottle of wine up to his lips, he began to sip upon the contents inside. Wandering back over to the counter he grabbed the string of the tea bag and dropped it into the sink. Picking up the cup he headed back into the living room and placed the cup upon the coffee table before her.

He takes a seat on the arm of the chair opposite from her...sipping off the crimson liquid more...loosing himself in the sweet taste...and aroma...As the velvety liquid coated his mouth, and soothed his parched throat his eyes flashed a bright red before returning to their usual vibrant gold. He hadn't ceased to drink until half the bottle was gone, and he'd realized he was going to need a refill pretty soon. It was the last of his supplies. Licking his lips, she could see, if she were staring, the darkened redness in his mouth, how the contents from the bottle had stained his mouth. He breathed out a content breath of air, sliding down onto the couch, lounging back lazily. His chest heaved up and down as lazily as he looked, as he reclined comfortably. Suddenly there was a knock at his door...and a note following behind it...slipping effortlessly under the crack beneath his door. He growled irritatedly, the curve of his lips revealing his elongated fangs. Placing the bottle onto the table, he sauntered across the room to retrieve the white envelope on his floor.

"So soon..."

he grumbles softly. He returned to the chair and plopped down. Leaning forward, golden bangs dropped over his half-lidded eyes as he pushed the bottle to the side. Ripping open the large envelope he emptied the contents of it onto the table. A picture of a church...and a priest was all that came out. He flipped the picture of the priest over. "Hmmhmm...nothing...." he murmurs. Flipping the other picture over he smiles. "Great...." he says as his eyes quickly skims through the small note on the back. "We have a job tonight dearest...." he says reclining in his chair again. "I do hope....you won't resist coming along me sweet...for it is your duty to me now...." he says looking over to her.
 
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