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Bloodlines of Lust (damonlied and Lyndzi)

she heard his whisper and froze, if she could have anymore... She stood with a fluid motion and grabbed her cloak and left the room, reciting it, her energies getting brighter with each recitation... she knew now what she had to do.... what her father had been doing all these centuries, and why it was she who had to live on to continue it. She stood at the door, waiting for the hunters, her face a mask to her emotions that broiled within. a new purpose besides becomeing a staue...
 
zander grabbed his swords and put them on his sides. he had an emotionless look on his face "missy, i do this as a gift to you. to the leader of the vampires, and to the daughter of the nightmother herself" he said looking at her and offered her a sword "this was the night mothers, and i want you to have it "he said. there was a small hunting party on its way in, no more than 5, easy to take down one vampire. but they didnt know of zander being there
 
She grasped the sword tilting her head in thanks and felt as if the sword should have been there from the start, in her hand. She moved it in fluid motions, as if an extension of her hand and arm, and sheathed it silently. They entered quietly, and quietly they died at the swift strikes of her, as to each of them she muttered her prayer... one she left alive, pinned to the wall by her sword. "Tell this to your others, and tell them well. The Nightmother wishes no blood but those of the darkness. You cross your lines, and shed unnecesary blood for no just cause, and i will be there to smite them, in the name of the Nigtmother and her children. Now go." she said as she pulled the sword from him, backing up to let him run fast. She had whispered her message into his ear, as a lover would to her own... she wiped the sword with a finger, licking the blood. "Dirty blood... not even fit to drink" she said as she spat it on the floor, wiping her sword with her cloak and resheathing it.

"Come, we have things to do child" she said, her eyes changed... they no longer were their light blue, but rimmed much darker, the insides much lighter, almost the silver of a ful moon ringed by night...
 
he wanted her move, the blade asif it was a part of her, and he smiled. he took a few shots and disarmed a few of the men, he ended up standing over top of one, a bullet one in each of the hunters hand, and both arms broken, zander was well trained in combat it seemed, he looked down at the man and slid one of his guns away then said the prayer again, he took one shot, a silenced pistol echos through the house, he drooped a coin on the man "may your soul be taken by whatever god you praise" he said and slid the gun away. he looked at missy and nodded "yes.. there is allot we have to talk about.. and well... you know if you need to drink, i am here" he said as he walked with her to where ever she would take him, it was getting late in the night and the sun would be up soon
 
She went to the main floor, in the parlour, and went to the book case int he libarary, it opening at her presence to a chamber hidden within the house. It looked old, ancient infact, and had an energy about it similar to hers... it was obviously sacred ground of some sort. She walked silent as the night down the steps into the dark, torches lighting as she passed... Once at the bottom, she held her hand out to him. "May i drink?" she asked, not sure if he was capable of feeding her without harm to himself after his attempt at reviving her father only a nihght away.
 
zander fallowed, and was intrested at this energy that was in this place. he wanted to know what it was, he watched as she led him and nodded to her request, he slid his coat to the side and offered a better place to bite "you may if you wish to... it is the least i can do" he said quietly, as he moved closer and closed his eyes. he awaited the bite, his skin was soft and he had a very kind energy to him, he relaxed and gently held her untill she bit him
 
She fed silently, taking very little... after she was done she moved back from him and tilted her neck in offering. "Come, drink as well. Its the least I can do" she said in return, smiling
 
when she first bit him, he give a light moan, he held onto her as she drank from him, and breathed deeply as she drank, he was very calm it seemed. when she drew her fangs from him, his eyes were closed, he looked at he slowly and listened to her as she offered her blood to him, he had a light blush to him as he nodded and leaned in, biteing gently enough to just get a little blood out and he slowly drank, taking in her essence, and enjoying it, he always hated drinking blood, but it wasnt bad from her
 
er blood carried more then just sustenece, it carried knowledge and understanding and much mich more.... the energy around her resonated slightly, a precense within a precesne, as if the Nightmother herself were of the walls and floors, within her... this was a place of great worship as well as a place of birth, and of death. this place was where all of Hers came to be born, and came to die, and lived while they could,, and learn what they could...
 
he felt the energys in the room, as all the knolege flowed into him. he pulled back and looked into her eyes. he didnt know what to say or do, this was a connection he had never felt in the past. he loved it, he had no clue what he was feeling now, in her arms, with her blood running through him, he leaned in and whispered to her asif she was a lover "thank you" he said as he held her, the pain in his body now gone, he felt like he was re-born from her blood alone
 
She chuckled "i dont see what you are thanking me for child, but ill take the praise and thanks for now." she said smiing. She honestly didnt know what he was talking about, and thought he was tahnking her for the drink rather then the other attributes associated with her blood...
 
he blushed as he leaned in and gave a gently kiss his lips were soft and moist. he then realised what he was doing "i.. im sorry.. i didnt mean to do that.. i.. i believe you wanted to talk about something?" he said as he looked at the ground. what the hell was he doing? kissing her like that he could get killed. he took a deep breath and looked back up at her
 
She chuckled "just like your father, through and through" she said shaking her head. She sat in her sideways way on a recliner chair of sorts, sprawling out. "I would like to talk to you about you. What you do, who you are, what you know... how you knew of that prayer.... everything." she said simply, putting er hands behind her head as she leaned back over the arm of the chair
 
he nodded and sat infront of her on the ground "from a young age... my father, and tonic have always told me of vampires, and they trained me to detect them, and to see hunters for what they are, we went on vacation when i was young, and met up with there hunter friend, she showed us around and where to avoid.. i ventured into a bad area.. and when i did.. i was attacked by a rouge vampire, i was turned.. but not fully... i was able to be turned back, well.. almost.. because i already had hunter blood in me.. but not pure.. i became a hybrid... when i was in school, i looked into what others thought to be myth, and after many years, my high school went on a trip, to rome... i ended up fallowing a group of hunters to a vampire layer... an underground home deep under the Vatican itself.. they attacked for no reason... i grabbed the closest thing i could and attacked them.. i had to keep a balance between the vampires and the humans.. after that.. the vampire... the night mother.. gave me a gift...that tattoo.. tonight was the first time i have ever used it.. and.. i had a dream.. that prayer was in it" he explained as he looked up at her
 
She noded... "My family originated from those catacombs from that place. We origianlly lived there, but were driven out by the hunters and rougues, and fled here... My father told me that prayer only two times in my life, and yet i could never forget it... Once was when mother was killed, and last when he killed the one that had killed her." she said, closing her eyes
 
he nodded and gently took her hand "i have a feeling that there is a war starting... and now... we are all that stand in the way between them" he said looking into her eyes. there was a fire in his eyes that wasn't in his fathers. it was clear that he has lost many friends he made along the way and wanted it all to end.. he wanted peace "i will do whatever i have to to end this missy"
 
She gave a small nod, one of her barely moving expressions that still seemed to say what she want without a grand movement. "I agree. I have lost much as well. My Mother, My Father, and many friends... I owe them all a debt I can never pay. We will fight, infiltrate the corrupt layers of the earth and cleanse them of the destruction without cause, and then, maybe, our debts will be paid...." she said giving his hand a squeeze.
 
he smiles slightly at her "missy... i am afraid to say it.. but i believe we have to go after your brother first..." he said, his body was stronger than before, but once again, the sun was most likely just coming up, he smiled at her and rest his head on her lap "i.. i want to fight,, i want to help you.. because i dont want to do any of this any longer.. i am the only one who can walk in all three worlds.. i am.... i am the only one who can help you" he said quietly
 
She softened her gaze. "I know, and yet i cannot be helped truely. I am too far gone to be helped, and yet in this quest, you may. And as for my brother... he once tried to kill me. So i knew from that point that he was too far gone to be saved, and yet... I wish to try to save him first. If it fails, then we shall destroy him." she said all of this with an even tone, even though the thought of losing her only family left was very uncomforting, and actually very disturbing.
 
zander nodded and gently held her hand "i know.. for now.. we should rest... you.. are still family to us... i am sure that even my parents will help.. if you ask them" he said. he sounded kinda down. like he never liked the thought of having to kill another. but he was always forced to do it, because of who he was, who his parents were. and who his parents knew
 
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