Opaline Eyes, Spotty + Shadow

[Shadow Aurion]

Well, this evening couldn’t have possibly gone any more wrong. What should have been an easy pickup followed by a night of screaming and some buxom lady clutching onto the sheets had turned into… well, a night of screaming alright. But it was him that was doing the screaming, and the buxom lady was clutching his throat instead of the sheets. His plan had a flaw in it somewhere… he just couldn’t figure out where. Maybe the flaw was trying to bed the pale, large breasted woman in the first place. After all, who was he to know that she would want his blood?

Literally.

“I know exactly what you are…” the red, silky-haired woman hissed into his ear, nails raking down the side of his neck as she forced the stupid philanderer against the moist stone wallings out back of the tavern. Did this bastard really think that he actually would be able to drag her out into an alleyway and… oh, the thought was absolutely comical, really it was. She wasn’t even able to finish the thought, lest she burst out into hysterics. “You filthy little reservoir…” Erakis Foth spat, her nails finally breaking the skin on the young man’s neck, letting that precious red life run out from the wound. “Philandering little fool…” she licked at the trail sliding down his neck. Yes… this was going to be delicious, more delicious than his blood even. She would take from him not only what he planned to take from her, but so, so much more.

And that wasn’t cool. Because where he came from, the lady didn’t make her man bleed unless he asked her too. Seriously, that was just rude. “H…HEY NOW! WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS, RIGHT? I’M INTO ALL SORTS OF STUFF, BUT BLOODPLAY ISN’T PART OF IT!” Oh, how fear could make a person say some of the… well, absolute dumbest things possible. He was definitely afraid right now, because the look in the female vampire’s eyes… it said ‘I’m going to remove your head, little skirt chaser… both of them.’ And damn… he wasn’t sure which one would be the first to go. Or which would be worse, for that matter.

Twisting and twirling her prey’s exceedingly lengthy sun bleached hair around her wrist and giving him a forceful pull forwards, a deep throaty, almost masculine chuckle escaped Erakis. “No, little songbird… I don’t believe that we can,” she kissed his wound, making sure that every pressured suck that she gave made this idiot’s body betray him, even despite his fear. Men were so predictable after all…

“Uh…” he quivered. This was bad. Really, really, really bad. In fact, this couldn’t be more bad if he was getting nailed down to a cross. Oh god, why did he have to use the word ‘nailed’? “Wh…why not?” Apollo Venturion was… oblivious at times to say the least. This wasn’t one of them, despite appearances. He was trying to keep her talking, silently praying to every God, Goddess and little Asian fat man ever that someone would bail his ass out of this one.

Oh, that wasn’t going to happen. He knew that right as soon as she used his head like a yo-yo, his hair being the string. Feeling his head smash against the stone, pain radiating all the way down into his stomach and making him nauseous, he could only let out a whimper. Make that two whimpers as soon as he felt her hand take a firm, painful grip on… something very precious to him. “P…please… please don’t rape me…” he begged, knowing that that could very well be, and in his mind, most likely was the outcome of this horrible, horrible wet dream. Although torrential nightmare was probably more fitting, given the next words out of the vampiress’ mough

“Rape you?” She chuckled again, forcing herself against him and tracing her elongated, sadistically sharp canine down his cheek. “Dear… I’m not going to rape you,” she smiled, moonlight reflecting in the dull, dead eyes. “I’m going to flay you alive… then I‘m going to rape you.”

[Spotty]

Infuckingcredible.

Kendra observed the situation before her in the cobble-stoned alley with a scowl. The vampire's back was to her and while she had been silent in her approach, she knew that she would not go unnoticed by the vampire's sharp senses for long. Her dark gaze lingered over the area, hoping to form some semblance of a plan, instead of just barreling in, swearing and--

"Think I'd rather do the flaying," the words were coupled with the abrupt kick delivered to the vampire's back as the creature was sent flying into the male. Drawing her sword from her back, the woman regarded the pair, scowl fixed on her expression.

Fuck it, she'd just barrel in.

"But if it means all the same to you, bitch, we'll leave the raping out of it." The draken took a step towards the vampire, training the sword on the blood-sucker with a scowl. She was dark-skinned and on the taller spectrum of the acceptable height for women. Her features were too fierce to be considered beautiful, though she was not completely unfortunate looking. If anything, the female, probably in her late twenties to early thirties, looked to be a soccer mom, masquerading as a Samurai... though the imagery would have been lost on all in this situation.

Kendra lunged at the vampire, intending on impaling Erakis with the blade, but her pause would have given the dumb creature a brief moment to evade her, or dodge. Confident in her own skills, while confident in the other female's lack thereof, this was not a likely concern in her own mind.

The draken had observed the pair for several...hours. She had not intended on spending the evening sitting in a stinking, filthy pub, but when she spotted the vampire, she felt a flicker of responsibility for the man who had stumbled so idiotically into the vampire's grasp. She hadn't been aware of the conversation between the vampire and the human, but had she...well.. it would have been difficult to follow through with saving his sorry ass.

It was the sixth mug of ale that had been emptied before the pair had staggered out to the alley behind the disreputable establishment.

The woman held no real love for beings of the male persuasion, but she did adhere to a list of morals that included not allowing someone to be killed when she could intervene, so... she was left in a difficult position. Even if she had any suspicion as to this human male's hobbies and slag tendencies, she was still bound by her sense of good.

While a champion for justice, she was of no upstanding morality herself, at least...in her own opinion. She was stubborn and short-tempered, bitter and unfriendly. Hunting vampires and slaying demons tended to harden one's resolve and demeanor, but she doubted that it was fair to excuse. Then again, she hadn't cared how any other individual -- living or undead -- viewed her personality. Besides, it was quite obvious she was all about sunshine and kittens.


ooc;;
Kendra!

[Shadow Aurion]

Pain, like fire creeping up her spine as she was shoved forwards into the mortal that she was so looking forwards to flaying and fucking to pieces there in that alleyway, leaving his indecent, bloodied remains for the city guard to deal with. But no, that didn't seem like it was going to happen now because of this filthy, filthy little snatch that had to go and poke her nose where it didn't belong. It was always when these things would be the most amusing did she get denied of them, and that in itself was a tragedy... much like the fact that the stupid draken bitch had pierced her with that blade of hers.

Everything happened quickly, perhaps a mite too quickly. Despite her honed, superior reflexes to those of the mortal realm, they did nothing for her when she was addled like some sort of... well, drunkard would have been the appropriate word here, wouldn't it? Kendra's pause hadn't been long enough for Erakis to appropriately gather herself for this sort of confrontation, and even then, the vampiress had the sense not to stick around in a battle that she quite obviously couldn't win. No, instead of attempting to kill this motherly whore here and now, the plan of battle was to get off of the bloody blade, into the shadows and to lick her wounds. The reservoir and the hunter could wait until another day. They would still be around, just as she would. Or perhaps not, maybe they would die slow and horrible, natural deaths and save her the trouble of killing them before she crossed them a second time. And if she had her way, and she would, there would be a second time.

Holy shit. The thought blazed across Apollo's mind like the fire that crept up Erakis spine. Here he was, laying on his side in a puddle of mud, possibly with a small bit of spilled alcohol from Gods-knew-where, watching two properly endowed women duke it out. And one of them was trying to save him! Holy shit, this is hot. The little Asian fat man ended up coming through for Apollo, and boy did he ever come through in spades. Kendra was... well, she wasn't as curvy as he liked them, but she was still fine.

...what the hell was wrong with Apollo? How was he able to keep thinking like this with the knot forming up in his gut, mind half filled with bitter, doubtful thoughts that this new woman could fend off his attacker? She could do it, right? She wouldn't get flayed alive and taken for all that she was worth too, would she? Fantasy again took a backseat to fear. He'd have plenty of time to try and sack his savior after she did the saving. Right now, he'd keep playing the role of damned idiot in distress.

"FILTHY, HORRIBLE CREATURE!" she spat, cold heat oozing up from the torn, invaded torso-flesh. Nothing particularly vital was struck... not that it would have done too much damage to Erakis' sort to begin with. The problem lay in the fact that she was pinned against the wall by this woman and her blade. All she needed to do was get her to release that blade... then she was the fuck out of here. That... or let the hunter move closer, close enough to end it with jaws and canines like knives.

In any case, bloody and stained nails were launched forth in an attempt to either rend the side of this bitch's face, or perhaps even tear out her throat if she moved incorrectly. Erakis doubted that this woman was so hideously inexperienced that she'd fall into something such as that, but it was a pleasing mental image nonetheless. It wasn't the most enthusiastic or most exciting counter-attack in the world, but a drunk vampire (or a drunk anything for that matter) wasn't exactly going to come up with a brilliant battle plan.

Foe ERAKIS used Slash!

What will KENDRA do?

Attack Bag
Pokémon Run

[Spotty]

"Original," Kendra replied irritably to the shouting, not readily moving to allow the vampiress to escape. Instead, she dug the blade deeper and certainly out of spite, into the female's gut. While it couldn't truly harm her, she doubted the action could be comfortable for the blood-sucking bitch. FILTHY, HORRIBLE CREATURE was definitely not the most creative insult she'd had the privilege of hearing, but it was almost laughter inspiring by which the vampire had so indignantly cried it.

The moment the nails were launched at her in attack, the draken ducked, ripping the swords outwards and away from herself, hoping to tear open the vampire's torso. This maneuver complete, the dark-skinned woman delivered a low, sweeping kick, intending to knock Erakis from her feet. Once accomplished, she brutally kicked the vampire in the ribs. Each attack and blow was performed with eerie precision and skill.

Obviously, she didn't seem to mind the lack of a brilliant battle plan on the vampire's end. In all reality, she would have been just as deliberate and successful in her own attacks no matter what Erakis might or might not have tried. Regarding the downed form of the vampire with disgust, she watched Apollo from her peripherals. She'd initially hoped that he had enough sense to run as she had the blood-thirsty bitch down, but by his actions thus far... she wouldn't be surprised if he was sticking around to see if she or the vampire managed to disrobe the other.

That thought caused her to release a growled sigh under her breath, and out of her sulkiness, she kicked the vampire once more. Lifting her sword, she moved to slam the weapon down into the vampire's back, and with every intention of piercing the blood-sucker's heart. Unfortunately, she didn't find it necessary to further pin the vampire, her over-confidence blinding her temporarily. Besides, while Apollo didn't seem intelligent enough to run, there was the off chance the vampire might have taken it upon herself.

[Shadow Aurion]

Blood.

So much... blood. And to think, not a drop of it belonged to him, that filthy philanderer that had crawled up to his feet, watching the ordeal from the sidelines. This was... pathetic. How could she have let herself get so inebriated so as to not be able to defend herself if this sort of situation should have (and did) come about? Poor planning was a bitch like that, just like the person with the sword. She thought that this was to be a quiet, dead night. She had assumed. Never again would she make that mistake.

The wide, ripped open wound in her stomach poured out the dead, red fluid in an almost obscene manner. She had become the prey here... and that was unacceptable. Yet, as the female vampire began to push her way up through the pain, a series of swift, dagger and arrow kicks pierced their way into her torso, smashing against the rib-bones, choking out sounds that didn't sound anything human or otherwise. Something between a hack, a growl and a gasp, all swirled together into one with a sprinkling of rage and hate for her attacker.

Apollo's hands trembled, his body worse off than that even. The man was a shaking mess, and not in the way that he had hoped to be this evening. This was... not the pleasurable experience that was etched into his dayplanner. He was afraid... and not just of the vampire woman anymore. The way his savior moved... sure, it was... or rather, she was incredible. Yet there was something there, something that scared him... and Apollo had no idea what it was. Regardless, he forced the thought of the woman with the blade turning on him out of his mind. Yeah, that would have been for shit, wouldn't it? If she saved him only so that she could kill him herself for whatever reason she might have had. That would be par for the course tonight, though.

Maybe somebody tipped her off, then offered a hefty sum... or maybe she just didn't like his type. Then again, she probably was just rescuing his sorry ass and any worries that he had were just superficial concerns brought on by his near near-death experience. Well, that or he was finally going completely batshit crazy. But that could wait for further evaluation. Just get rid of her... he thought as he began nibbling on the leftmost side of his lower lip in anxiety. I'll owe you a million drinks if you do, lady... just don't try to kill me too.

And then... he noticed the blood. "Oh..." his eyes widened. So much of it, still spilling out of Erakis' stomach like a broken keg. "Oh, sweet merciful Go... gkk!" Any alcohol that might have been in his stomach... just ended up in the dirt and the mud at his feet. Kendra may have wanted to watch her step on her way back, once she was done with the vampire. Otherwise those boots of hers would have some half digested chicken and ale stuck to the bottom of them, among other things.



...

An opening.

It was small, but it was there. Erakis knew that if she didn't make her move now, that this would be the end of her extended life. Why the hunter didn't pin her down for the killing blow was beyond her current level of addled comprehension, but it didn't matter. Kendra had erred, and Erakis was going to capitalize on it. With one mighty push against the moist terra, she'd managed to avoid the blade, however narrowly that may have been.

Wobbling on her feet as she had broken into an uneasy run away from this failure, this horrible error, Erakis hissed something foul at the draken, perhaps not even in a familiar tongue. Whatever that serpentine jumble might have been, it was certainly far from pleasant. This is not the end... she thought, even though her rational mind, even while drugged with spirits knew better. Erakis knew that she could still very well end up dead from what was done to her. It would take some time for this to heal... if it did at all. And just... damn it all. If Kendra wanted to catch and kill her, she knew that the draken would be able to. Damn this. Damn the hunter, damn the philandering resevoir, and damn Jack Daniels.

He hadn't seen the vampire bolt out of the alleyway so much as he had seen her feet. Apollo was still bent over in some dry, stress induced heaves when Erakis made her all too convenient escape. "It feels like..." he started. "Oh, God... it burns WORSE coming back up!" Yes, Apollo. Complain about your throat and stomach when you nearly died. Wait. He had nearly died.

... yeah, that just sank in again. And look! There was something left in his stomach after all. It was on the ground now after one rather violent and noisy heave from the man, sweat pouring off of his brow. "Y...you grabbed my ass out of that one..." he uttered, tilting his head up to look at Kendra, sun-blond hair stuck to his face in an undignified mess. "Thanks, la- ...agh..." aaaand.... there was some more. To think, all he was getting ready to say for that was "thanks." His brain wasn't back in functioning order just yet, obviously... so Kendra was going to have her hands full with this one. He was a dog of a man... one that had just been reduced to little lost puppy, whether either of them knew it or not.

And you know what the saying about little lost puppies and what they did was...

[Spotty]

The draken was rather pissed when the vampire launched herself from the ground and took off running. Her eyes flickered back to their odd reptilian and crimson appearance, and she nearly took off after the creature to finish what she had started, as her instincts demanded. She rooted her feet to the ground instead, low growl rumbling in her throat.

"Yeah, go fuck yourself," Kendra replied bitterly to the vampire's retreating back and in response to Erakis' spat final words. She hoped to meet the vampire again, to finish the job, but, for now, she had no intentions of following her. Most of her evening had already been devoted to hunting that bitch, and, there was the chance that the wretched monster died from her wounds. Fantastic.

She reflected immediately that she was no fan of leaving a job undone or half-assed, especially when it came to slaughtering vampires. Taking a moment to collect her breath, she simply glared at the direction in which Erakis bolted.

The sound of...vomiting caused her to tense and she chose not to face Apollo. Instead, she searched her pockets, finally locating a worn cloth. Wrapping the piece of material around her hand, she began to wipe off the blade of her sword. Blood didn't bother her, but she'd be damned if she ruined the sheath, or the blade was stained by the filth's blood. Satisfied with the blade's state, she sheathed the blade on her back, and glanced in the direction Erakis had fled.

There was still the chance this night could be salvaged? Perhaps the vampire would lead her to a whole nest of the bastards? It was worth a shot, despite being frustrated over losing the vampire to begin with. Raking a hand through her hair, she was distracted when the human spoke.

Turning her gaze to Apollo, one of her eyebrows lifted -- and steadily climbed -- as the man spoke. She didn't flinch as he vomited yet again, instead she only watched him with a measure of irritation, and hint of disgust. More with the man than of his act.

His apology was treated to a noncommittal sound and she shook her head. In the future, he would probably do well to avoid women with too pale faces and too eager to leap into his pants, but... it wasn't her responsibility to play guardian.

"My pleasure." Her words were dry, as she, without preamble, turned and began to walk in the direction Erakis had fled.