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06-10-09
Topic Started: Jun 11 2009, 11:36 AM (139 Views)
Joe

14:55:52 [`Joe] The day had worn on. It had felt endless. There was nothing more to do then sleep. However, she had found a small way of entertaining herself. Those black, velvet dresses that Chanel had been so kind to leave her had been torn apart. Ripped to shreds, before being sown back together into a skirt, shirt outfit that better suited her. She wore a set now, the skirt flowing down her legs to rest at her ankles, a slit to mid thigh on each side. A shirp with long flowing sleeves adornered her upper half, cut to stop about mid waist, leaving the rest bare. She stood and studied herself in the mirror, twisting this way and that to get a better judge of the outfit. Pleased with the turn out, she moved from the spacious livingroom that held every entertainment product one could think of and then some, into the large bedroom that held the poster bed she'd been sleeping on as of late. Her evening with Charlie had proved fruitful, the cross she had aquired resting hidden between her breasts.----


14:55:57 [`Joe] The small vial of holy water was tucked into the waistband of the skirt, hidden from view. She was armed now. Had a fighting chance incase Chanel had decided to come pay her a visit in her lush prison. Sure, Chanel didnt seem all that bad, but Joe's feeling towards the woman were not the best. She was keeping her against her will. Holding her for some master to examine. She almost thought being in the clutches of Scott would have been better, save for the fact that she was sure he wanted to eat her. Sprawling across the massive bed, she let her eyes flutter closed as her mind twisted through thoughts that made no sence. Before she'd even realized it, she had drifted off into a deep, dream filled sleep.

15:19:31 Scott_Masterson had quickly grown bored with France, the change in scenery lost it's novelty much quicker than anticipated. In more ways than he would have expected it was just like back east, save for small differences like architecture and not always understanding the conversations around him--the latter however was becoming a welcome difference in contrast to his original perception. More often than not, he didn't want to hear what people were saying. In the ansence of tourists, he could find relative 'isolation' even amongst a large group of native french. There was also the increased activity of his own kind that made it worth staying. The vampires Aemilius and Chanel had been more than hospitable, which surprised him given his age. Either the length of one's undeath did not matter in the vampiric community, or the two simply liked him for reason. It was impossible to tell. And now, after a few hours at Le Romatica--a 'bar' he was becoming increasingly drawn to--he was here, a nondescript apartment building


15:19:34 Scott_Masterson where he knew he would find the Hunter. To his surprise, she had not been killed as expected...though maybe it was only a matter of time. Or maybe they had something worse in store for her. Either way, there was only one intention for the visit: to mock her. He wanted to look into those blue eyes again and see fear. Not the too-calm fire that had burned in them before, back in the alleyway. He slipped the magnetic card through the reader beside the apartment door and slipped inside, the only sound a nearly inaudible click as the door was shut behind him. The solitary heartbeat placed her in the bedroom, sleeping, and in moments he was entering the room just as silently and staring at her as he approached on the lush carpet beneath. This was too good for her. A killer of his kind. He would have tortured and killed her already, maybe even placed her head <

15:19:43 Scott_Masterson inside that store she worked at, as a warning to others of her kind that may or may not be looking for her. But it was not up to him, and as much as it would have pleased him...he was not about to go against what either Chanel or Aemilius, or both, had decided for her. After what seemed like minutes of silent staring, he suddenly jumped and landed on the post at the foot of the bed in a crouch, something only a vampire's balance could achieve. The sound would likely wake her, though even if it didn't he would mutter a quiet " Bufffyyyyy...." in a taunting growl. His hands hung in front of him, resting atop his knees and sporting the same black claws as before, and his double fangs were intentionally visible inside a half-open mouth. The red glint in his eyes was easily visible, as was the blood caked on his shirt and neck--no doubt all that remained of the night's feast. <E>


15:25:17 ErisAngelus opened her eyes to the world of that in which she felt herself always for far away from. Unlike many, Eris felt more at home in the mass of people then anywhere else. She craved eyes on her. She longed to hear a stranger whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Yes, she had always been a woman of need, and goddess of temptation. Now was no different. As her hands gripped the railing overlooking the city below her, she looked very much the cat. One who sits beside the fish bowl and watched the little thing swim round and round for hours but never striking. No, not until it was perfectly sure it wouldn’t miss. Those dark eyes, bright like a doe, and earthy rich in their hues passed from face to face until she was sure she knew no one. At least not anyone yet. She was sure in this city there were those which knew her, and knew her well. Eris was common here, and an old face in the vampire world. There were few of the elders in their kind who did not know of her. This was France after all, and one must rise to the ~

15:27:39 [ErisAngelus] to the occasion. Pushing back from the rail now, she turned heading inside to allow herself to pass through her flat and enter out into the streets. The woman was classic, from her full breast to her wide hips. She screamed Di Vince painting with very movement and shadow. She was no twig of today’s fashion, she was a woman. Dressed in a black dress, white belt, and white heels, the woman fit into the Paris world rather well. She wasn’t like the others here, too old, too free. She followed a bloodline dating back before the city was even thought about. And yet, oh lord she couldn’t help herself, she loved to trifle with the others of her kind so much. To tease, taunt, seduce, anything…just to get a rise out of them. The vampires were a proud dark race, and Eris loved to throw in something to mix up their little world. Something to make them turn over in their sleep and clinch their fists. Yes, she loved that. For now though, she simply walked the streets. Going neither here nor there, but looking for ~


15:31:25 [ErisAngelus] something desperately to keep her mind entertained. Eris never understood the rules, so when she looked up to see Scott going into the apartment building, she couldn’t help but wonder about her. She have never met him before, but this woman knew no strangers. She also had a bad habit of going where she might not be welcome. At her age, she could care less about upsetting anyone. What was the worse they could do to her? Really? There now, think about it. Is there a way indeed to upset a woman who disregards anything she doesn’t find pleasing? This door however, seemed to be something she couldn’t ignore. Running her fingers thought her dark hair, she looked over it wondering why people chose to put such locks on things! Didn’t they know someone might want to break in? Silly people, making her life hard. With a sigh, she let her heels click her around the building, going around the back and looking for another way in. Oh, she could get in if she wanted to, but this way might be a lot easier, and more ~

15:31:45 [ErisAngelus] compatible with her want of not messing up her dress.


15:37:27 [`Joe] The dreams came easily at first. Soft and fluid. Making complete sence. She was here, in the apartment. Except things had changed. No longer were the plush carpets white. No longer was there order in the room. Items had been toppled over in an apparent tussle. Blood stained the perfect floors. Not her blood. No. The blood of the vampires that held her. She'd massacered them all. Detached heads from bodies. Limbs from torsos. It was complete choas. However, when she went to step around the mess, to leave the room, everything shifted. Changed. Images flickered behind her eyes. Confusion and chaos. Faces she recognised. Ones she didnt. Her breath caught in her throat as one image turned into another and she saw all those she cared for murdered in thier own beds. Blood, in pools, covered every surface. Twisted faces of Lidia and Charlie haunted her. Forever captured in anguish. She wasnt sure if it was the sound of the bed moving as Scott jumped up on it or the soft hiss of the name he had dubbed her,---

15:37:30 [`Joe] but her eyes flew open and she was at the end of the bed in seconds. Bright blue eyes landed on his form, crouched in the same manner as her own. She thought she'd seen the last of him when he'd disappeared and left her with Chanel. Yet, apparently that wasnt the case. Still droggy from the minute sleep she'd gotten, she shook her head slightly to clear away the fog. His was the last face she'd wanted to see first thing from waking from the dreams she had just had. But it seemed she didnt have a choice. Hand moving to her side, her fingers curled around the holy water, keeping it hidden for the time being. "What do you want? Her eyes narrowed as she spoke, sending him nothing but a glare. A look of utter dislike. She knew, if given the chance, she'd kill him first.


15:48:56 Scott_Masterson studied the hunter's form hidden underneath the too-expensive comforter on the bed, and again the thought passed that she did not look like a hunter of any sort, let alone a vampire hunter--though he supposed that could only help her, in her line of work. He quickly took notice of the small cross around her neck with a slight tilt of his head, wondering for only a moment if it had been there before before deciding it had not. In his first weeks, he had avoided them like the plague--conditioned by media to believe they might burn him, or kill him, or force any number of painful reactions on his part. It ahd only been by chance that he discovered their ineffectiveness, in a small Saskatchewn town. One of his victims, a pretty waitress with blue streaks in her black hair, had been wearing one under her shirt and had attempted to harm him with it, luckily with no effect. Though some part of him was still wary. Some movie he had seen in human childhood had <

15:48:59 Scott_Masterson put forth the idea that 'one must have faith' for such a trinket to work against a vampire, and the possibility that the Sakatchewan waitress simply had not was not inconceivable. Still here he was, looking at it, and he felt nothing out of the ordinary. He quickly decided it was just superstition. Just like garlic must have been, and holy water. And God, for that matter. Any doubts he had held in life about the existence of such a being had only been galvanized when he was turned--and re-galvanized when the waitress's cross ahd failed to work. He watched her as she woke, head tilted only slightly and staring in that unblinking and undeniably wild gaze of his. His true gaze. Not the one most humans saw when he was in public


15:49:10 Scott_Masterson She spoke and his open mouth twisted into a sickly, masochistic grin. Pretending to be 'nice' was tiring, and he enjoyed this already..perhaps even played up his 'horrific' expression a little more than usual. " What do I want." The words were spoken slowly and in a rough voice, followed by a long silence as the stare continued. It must have been almost a full minute of silence before continued, as though he genuinely was not sure... " Well, part of me wants to pull your head off and shower in what comes out. Tear open your belly and redecorate this place with your entrails and organs. Part of me wants to stab you with a stake, somewhere that won't kill you right away. We *do* feel pain, you know..." Another shorter silence as the stare continued..." Another part of me wants to turn you. Just because I know that would be hell for you. <

15:49:22 Scott_Masterson " Becoming the very thing that slaughtered your..." his voice became sarcastic and taunting, his bottom lip pulling up in a 'going-to-cry' manner "...poor little family." Yet another short pause. " For now...let's just have some nice conversation while I decide. What did you mean, in the alley, when you said I was different? Has no vampire you've met ever had fangs like mine? They're not the popular brand, I admit, but...I like them." His tongue flicked over each pair of elongated incisors, cutting a small gash in itself as he did so before his mouth closed and he began sucking his own blood as it pooled in his mouth and then stopped with the healing. <E>


16:02:01 ErisAngelus pouted as she found all the doors so locked. How vexing this all was. For now, Eris crossed her arms over her chest and became very interested in the rats running through the things setting in the alleyway. The little beasts looked content to go about her without so much as a glance her way. Just where were they going? A yes, the building was like the others and had grates blocking off the access to the basements. They screws holding it on from the inside would keep most humans from accessing it. They would do a shitty job of keeping Eris out. Bending over, she laced her fingers around the steel and pulled. The metal wined and started to bend, giving into her. Finally, with another tug, she pulled it out of the old brick and tossed it off to the side. She wasn’t very happy about having to get her dress dirty. Still one must do what they must, no? Sliding in, she dusted herself off and found she was no worse for wear. Since the rats had done such a wonderful job of helping her so far, she looked to them ~

16:02:23 [ErisAngelus] again and found her way through the underbelly of the building to the service doors. Locked, but with a more common style. A simple twist and tug would suffice, and pop the lock would go. People really should make things more vampire proof on the future. Up the stairs, and into the very core of the building she went now. Wondering the halls and looking like a child in a candy store. Just what would she find here?


16:04:47 [`Joe] She had once told him he was like no other vampire she had ever came across. But his actions, the way he spoke, the way he held himself, was true to each vampire inturn. The only difference now, was the teeth. And she still didnt know what caused those. She listened to him speak, not flinching as he described what he truely wanted. She knew, or hoped she knew, he wouldnt actually act on any of them. For simple fear that his master, this Aemillius guy, had wanted her for something else. She didnt move. Didnt flinch as his tongue moved over his own teeth and his questions were asked. For a long while, she didnt speak. Didnt believe she owed him anything of an answer. Then, as if something came over her, she relaxed in her stance, though always on gaurd, and shook her head. "Your fangs are very unique. I believe they only happen one in every hundred or so vampires. That is all I know." Oh, she knew more, but she wasnt going to tell him. ---

16:04:51 [`Joe] After a moment of crouching there, she stood at the end of the bed before dropping to the floor. She turned her back on him, sure that the worst he would do was try to scare her into believing he would do something that he had spoke of. She stared forward, scanning the picture on the wall before she turned back to him with a smile dancing upon her lips. "How bout this? I will tell you everything you need to know. If you get me out of here. This place is..... suffercating." She knew he probably wouldnt or couldnt strike that deal, but then again, stranger things have happened. "And once I've told you what you want to know, I'll let you decide what is to be my fate." A risky move, she knew, but her plan was to over power him with what little she had. "It's not a bad deal, I would say."


16:19:06 Scott_Masterson began to rock slowly back and forth on his perch, another testament to his agility that only multiplied the psychotic, unwavering expression he wore as she spoke. He paid almost no attention to that sense quietly creeping up in the back of his mind, one that announced the arrival of a vampire to the vicinity--and an old one judging by the feeling. It was only a new addition to at least four others throughout the building that he had already sensed. This was Chanel's property after all, and he could only presume she provided housing to those of her own kind, as well as keeping 'hostages' there. Though the accommodations were hardly fit for a hostage. More like rich humans, or visiting dignitaries from foreign countries. Definitely way too good for *her*. He almost made the mistake of adjusting the 'harness' that Chanel had provided him--an almost bra-like contraption that kept a small steel plate in place over his heart, in both his front and back.

16:19:09 Scott_Masterson The advantages were obvious, but it still felt awkward. He listened to her words with an obvious interest, despite his still-wild gaze, and seemed to mull them over for a moment. He had always assumed that, in regards to his fangs, it was simply the way it was for some vampires. Apparently that was not the case. Interesting. The idea of somehow being unique among his own kind was intriguing, though he had little doubt that she could provide any information that Aemilius or Chanel could not. He watched her turn to look over a painting and denied the urge to look himself. He had never been remotely interested in art in life, yet as a vampire it was entirely different. He had spent hours staring at random pieces some nights, and once even cried bloodied tears while studying a Botticelli in the mansion of a rich American. He blinked once, for the first time since landing on the <


16:19:19 Scott_Masterson edge of the bed, and continued to watche the back of her head for a moment as she spoke. " Sure. Maybe we can go to a cafe and talk for a while. You get ready and I'll have a car brought around." Another short moment of silence before he emitted a low laugh, almost a cackle, and continued..." Fuck you, bitch. You have no idea what suffocating is. But I'll show you, eventually. I can't believe you have the balls to ask me that. Enjoy this place well it lasts, sweetie. 'Cause this is as good as it's gonna get, for the rest of your life." His claws tapped lightly at his knees, momentarily keeping a beat to some unheard music before he spoke again. " How about this. For every minute that you *don't* tell me what I want to know, I take off a toe. And then fingers. And then...maybe ears. Maybe tits. How's that for a deal?" The wicked smile returned and he rocked slightly back and forth again, still aware of the growing <

16:19:30 Scott_Masterson presence of another vampire in the building--somehow similiar in 'feel' to Aemilius, though whether it was actually him was impossible to tell. The sense was not that specific.

16:30:48 [`Joe] She had no idea what was wandering around on the lower floors of the building. She wasnt equipped with sensing vampires. Simply killing them. So her attention stayed focused on the vampire that was infront of her. Her thought were right. He wasnt going to go for just letting her waltz out of here. It was, however, worth a try. Shaking her head, she moved around the room, fingers dusting lightly over this thing or that, eyes forever fixed on him. "I've heard better deals from deader things." A smirk toyed at the corner of her pale lips before she turned away from him. Was she intentionally trying to press his buttons? Would she ever do a thing like that? Most deffienatly. Keeping her back to him for a moment, she grinned to herself as her fingers moved to untwist the cap on the vial. Little known to him, holy water did, infact work, as well as crosses, if the user had faith. And faith was something she had plenty of. "Tell me something?" ----


16:30:51 [`Joe] she began, turning back finally to face him, her feet moving her across the carpet until her knees were pressed against the softness of the mattress. "Why do you hate me do much? Because I shot you? You cant tell me if postions were reversed and you knew that your life was about to end, you wouldnt have done the same thing. Right?" She had only been preserving her own life. As she spoke, her empty hand had moved from her side to rest against his bent knee before smoothing over his thigh. "I'm really not that bad of a person. Sure, I'm a hunter, but I have my reasons. That doesnt make me bad." Was this a game, a trick she was pulling? He would never know.

16:49:44 Scott_Masterson She spoke again, and again his head tilted slightly as he listened, the tapping stopping simultaneously as though the noise might drown out her words. He smiled again, this time one that might be mistaken for fondness if she didn't know him, and he said simply "Sure." with a nod of his head, in response to her initial statement, and watched her move closer until she was standing against the mattress. Even as she spoke and his eyes lingered on that pretty face of hers, he was visualizing cutting her throat, all the way to the spine, and pulling that pretty head off like a cork from a wine bottle. He blinked once more slowly, the smile fading with her words and a short silence leaving only tension in the air for a moment before he responded.


16:49:47 [Scott_Masterson] " Partly because you SHOT A FUCKING STAKE INTO MY CHEST AND ALMOST KILLED ME..." his sudden angered yelling was intended to make that heart quicken, or maybe just to test if it would, before he continued--his voice almost instantly calm, and almost human again... " Partly because it's easy. I'm a monster, Buffy. Some of us...they're almost nice. Just old people who happen to look young and have powers. They have tea parties with humans and socialize and hide the 'beast' that I know is inside them. Me? I feed it. Every day. I would kill all of you if I could..." He momentarily looked at the cross again in his peripheral vision, not breaking eye contact with her as he did... " And you...you gave me a *reason* to hate you, in an extra special way. Personally? I don't give a shit how many vampires you've killed...."

16:49:56 Scott_Masterson " In fact, I've gotta admit--it's admiral--No, I want you to suffer because of pure selfishness. You almost ended this life for me. And I...*love*...this life." His face twisted into a sudden sneer and the rage built and was unleashed out of nowhere, more at his own words than any action of hers. He was suddenly very aware that Chanel wanted her alive...that didn't mean she had to be in pristine condition. He swung out a clawed hand fast, aiming to rake four of the fingers across her chest and draw blood, as well as forcing her to back away slightly. He hated that she was so confident. Time to put an end to that.

17:00:44 ErisAngelus finally made her way up into the main hall. Looking out the front door, she felt very triumphant. However, the dust now on her white shoes cause her smile to fade. “ One must always learn to wear more adventurous things.” She whispered to herself. Indeed, she had a bad habit of not dressing for what might come, but more of what she hopped would come. With a lazy sigh, she looked around. She was very well capable to knowing just where the male went, she just needed to find him now. Following her nose, you might say, she walked here and there until she now stood outside a door. Yes, this was the one, she was sure of it. Pressing her cheek and hands to the door, she smelled the rich cedar, but also the interesting things behind it. The sounds of his voice raising, the sound of a woman. Oh, how rich she was coming in on something good! Like the times before hand, this door seemed more apt to keeping people how. Bugger this place was like a prison! In true annoying fashion, Eris did the most logical thing she ~


17:00:58 [ErisAngelus] could think of. Raising a hand, she banged on the door. Well, perhaps that wasn’t very stealthy, but this woman was a bit strange anyway. Any who knew her also knew that you couldn’t really put anything past her. “ Darlings, I cant see you killing each other from out here. Open the door!” Well now, she didn’t seem one waiting for an invitation now did she. Eris just pushed herself upon people, but for some reason they seemed to take it in stride and deal. She was downright useful when you got to know her, and downright annoying until you learned to just deal with her. Crossing her arms and leaning back on the wall opposite the door, Eris waited like it was an elevator ride and her stop was coming up soon.

17:05:54 [`Joe] She blinked simply at his yelling, but didnt move away. Didnt flinch as he might have hoped for. All she did was move her hand from his leg, back down to her side. Apparently this one wasnt going to fall for the sweet and innocent act. Which was good becuase she hated playing it anyways. "You were going to rip my throat out! I had to do something." Sure, firing an arrow into his chest was a little overboard, she could admit to that, but she was a human and he was not. His odds far outweighed her's in the survival game. That, however, was here nor there. What had happened, happened. There was nothing either of them could do to change that. "My name is Joe. Not Buffy." she said under her breath, puncuating it with a roll of those crystaline blue eyes. She continued to listen to his words, taking them all in. It was then that she made a vow to herself. If she ever got out of this mess, and she would, she vowed for him to be the first in her long list of dead vampires. ---

17:05:57 [`Joe] She didnt expect him to have sympathy for her. She wouldnt if the positions were reversered. But she did expect a small amouth of manners, however far from character that was for him. "Next time I try. I will end this life for you. You can count on that." She studied his movements, eyes taking him all in. And as he thrashed out a hand towards her, she found her perfect moment to strike. She did take a step back. But instead of those knarly claws raking across her flesh, his hand would meet the one that held the holy water as she brought it up to block his hand from drawing her blood. If the vial did break like she had planned, he'd most likely feel the burning pain as it burned into his flesh. If it did connect, she'd turn on her heal and head for the door just as someone pounded on it. A savior? Probably not, but she was willing to try anything. If she indeed reached the door, she'd fling it open and come face to face with the female vampire, and 'oh shit' expression crossing her features.


17:24:40 Scott_Masterson didn't break eye contact as he swung, almost aching to feel that fabric and the skin underneath tear, and to hear her pained, surprised scream and watch that confident visage become a scared little girl. Her lack of terror was becoming insulting, and he did not move to leave his crouched position, fully expecting her to be slashed and fall back and to the floor in surprised agony as the scent of that sweet nectar inside her veins became stronger as it spilled out into open air. Instead it seemed she had been expecting the strike, perhaps even goading him into it, and instead of the claws finding their mark they met with her hand--and the small vial held within. Before he could even realize what had happened, the pain was screaming throuhg him--not only on the parts of his hand that had gotten wet, but everywhere...with the hand being the most intense.

17:24:43 Scott_Masterson It was though she had injected acid into his veins, and the sudden onslaught caused him almost instantly to fall backwards off the bed and to the floor, writhing and instinctively rubbing the hand on the carpet hard. He was barely conscious of his own agonized screams, not to mention the knocking at the door, and what might have passed for 'sobs' beginning to enter the mix as he gripped the injured hand's wrist with his free hand and continued rubbing it on the carpet. The skin atop his left hand was already covered in boils, looking swollen and dark red as blood began to fill them. " Bitch! You fucking stupid C...Cunt!" His head settled against the carpet as he squirmed and continued rubbing, and only after a few long moments the sensation in his body began to lessen--though it was still very much painful. When he was satisfied that all the liquid had been removed,


17:24:52 Scott_Masterson He fell onto his back, clutching the hand to chest and forcing a few deep breaths. His eyes had filled with blood tears almost before falling from the bed, and they continued to drip as he gnashed his fangs and slowly got to his feet, falling twice in the process from lingering disorientation. " DEAD! YOU'RE FUCKING DEA..." He stumbled out of the room looking even more wild than usual, and stopped when he saw 'Joe' at the door, face-to-face with the vampire he had sensed--who was not Aemilius. " KILL THAT FUCKING WHORE!" He yelled, moving forward slowly and quickly studying his hand again as one of the boils popped and sent a spurt of blood to the plush carpet below.

17:34:05 ErisAngelus raised an eyebrow at the woman. Human, obviously so, and dressed in velvet. Lord velvet should have died in the eighties, only to come back in interior design for extra flash. For a second, Eris looked just as dumbfounded as the woman, but she would only that second before she would push off of that wall. No, those little religious trinkets would work on this one. The cross around Eris’ neck should have been proof enough of that. Eris, the devout catholic. Her doe eyes would drift past the girl to the male who stood inside the room still. “ Leaving so soon?” She asked the little muffin, now focusing completely on her. Well if a hunter ever met their match, she had just met hers. Eris, who mad scrapped her way around this earth over ten thousand years. Did she fear this little hunter. Not really, nor did she really fear anything. Seemed she had forgot how to do so. That might just be a bad thing. As the male moved towards them, Eris once again raised that eyebrow. Ah, so she seemed to have arrived just in ~


17:34:25 [ErisAngelus] in time then. Reaching out, she grabbed the girl and pulled her close. Yes, she expected to fight, but Eris enveloped in her arms like a mother would. “ Tisk Tisk boy….” She smiled at him, a wicked beautiful thing. “ I have a feeling this one doesn’t belong to you.” Eris let her nose run over the girls cheek, keeping her hold like iron. She wasn’t gripping the girl, just encircling her in a hug like hold. “ No…this one belongs to Chanel.” She said in a teasing way. Ah, this woman was a lot more fun if you would let her. She only held the woman a second if she could, then her arms moved and she was beside the young male, looking at his hand like a doctor might. “ You will live…you’re a man, act like one.” The goddess winked at him, pressing her lips into an amused smile before moving back to the girl. “ Seems he has a mouth, don’t you think.” Oh, Eris was more of a monster then anyone would ever know, but she was very wicked about how she went about things. She did have rules. One of which was to leave others~

17:34:35 [ErisAngelus] toys alone until they were worth stealing. Then make sure you play with them where they can see. Yes…right in front of them.


17:46:46 [`Joe] She heard his screams of agony and pain and if she wasnt faced with a deadly, however beautiful, vampire, she would have relished in the fact. She didnt have a chance to answer the woman before she was pulled into a vice like grasp that held her against the woman, unable to move. She didnt fight. Learned fighting only tended to make things worse. So she stood there, stalk still, eyes on Scott. She knew that if he got his hands on her, he wouldnt save her for Chanel to death with. He'd end her life himself. In that thought, she was almost thankful for the womans presence. Almost. When she was released and Eris moved to speak with Scott for a moment, she contimplated running from there. However, that'd be as useless as a ten toed frog. The woman would be able to catch her in a second. And she was right seeing as the woman was beside her in the blink of an eye once more. She found herself dumbly nodding before taking a step back. She wasnt sure if it was shock or the knowledge that she was severly --

17:46:49 [`Joe] outstrengthed and number that kept her feet from taking her down the hall. But whatever it was, she didnt move. Something so unlike her that even her best freind would have been amazed. After a moment, she blinked and shook her head. "No. I don't belong to anyone." she said firmly, landing her hues back on the injured vampire. "Least of all Chanel." Her eyes then shifted to Eris, almost getting trapped in the beauty that the woman held. A stubbron look setting her jaw.


17:51:18 Scott_Masterson 's hand was actually beginning to smoke lightly as another boil popped, sending a dark stream of blood snaking down his finger and dripping to the floor. The sneer he wore was not the usual one, but intensified visibly. He took two more steps towards Joe and then stopped again, giving a somewhat awkward look akin to that of a drunk who has just realized that regurgitation is inevitable. His free hand went from his other wrist to his stomach, and then he suddenly bent over forward and began vomitting a thick stream of syrupy red blood onto the now less-than-pristine carpet. For the first time Joe might have caught fear in his eyes. In a full year of being what he was, this had never happened--and for a long moment he thought he might lose all of it, fall back to the ground, and die. Fortunately taht was not the case, though he did lose a good 3 litres of the stuff all over Chanel's nice carpet. The last of it came out just as the newly arrived vampire spoke to him <

17:51:21 Scott_Masterson and he glanced upwards to make eye contact, blood tears streaming down his face all the way underneath his black t-shirt--which was quickly becoming soaked. He flashed an instinctive snarl to the vampire before realizing that she was right--and much, much older than he was. Joe did not belong to him, and as such he couldn't kill her. Well, he could...but he was smart enough to fear retribution from either Chanel or Aemilius. What that retribution might be, he did not know...but it was undoubtedly something worth fearing. He swore again and clutched his left arm again at the wrist, studying the now-black boils for a moment before looking back to the pair at the doorway. The urge to insult the vampire re-emerged and was again forced back, though the sneer remained a constant. " And who the f...who are you?!" He spoke to the female vampire,


17:51:30 Scott_Masterson feeling somewhat disgusting as yet another boil popped, and using all of his will to hold back the rage inside of him. It was only then that he fully realized what had happened. Holy water. It had to have been. The acid in his veins had lessened considerably, leaving only a sick feeling throughout his body that was similiar to a stomach flu he had had once in sixth grade. He redirected his wild stare to Joe when she spoke, and added " Oh yes you do, you bitch. And all I need is her permission to show you your own heart..." He gave a psychotic smile and then moved the short distance into the kitchen, running the tap and sticking his forearm and hand underneath and watching the two through a small window-like 'hole' that allowed him to see them. A steady stream of muttered curse words was recited as he waited for either to respond.
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18:03:30 ErisAngelus perhaps was saving the girl from Scott, or perhaps only drawing her very demise out. One may never know. This vampire always had her own plans and never really let anyone in on them. Yes, Eris could catch her if she chose to run. Any vampire could, for the woman was only a human; a fragile gazelle and Eris the cheetah. Reaching up, Eris bit down on her finger. One moment she was without fangs, then suddenly she had them. Once the blood from her finger flowed she was beside the young male again. “ Hold still love.” Like an ointment, she would sooth his pain an help his weak body to heal itself. It seemed she cared little for his manners, and kept a pleasant smile on her face. “ If you did not belong to Chanel, you would already be dead girl.” The words were not harsh, but when she turned to look at Joe, there was something there that told her she might just want to play nice for a little while. Eris was a strong ally, if that indeed was what she wanted. Then again, why help either of them? Those doe brown ~


18:03:54 [ErisAngelus] eyes found Scotts face again. “ Eris, I’m the one you have to fuck to get a drink around here.” She smile, like an angel with her dark curls bouncing around her face. “ Your thirsty aren’t you…thinking about her life running through her veins.” The goddess walked around her, looking back him to the girl. “ Look at her, I think she doesn’t know what to do with herself.” Thos heels clicked a little more bringing Eris back beside the human. It would seem the vampire didn’t like to stay still long. “ If I may..” She whispered, reaching out to touch the woman cheek, to run her fingers over her warm lips. “ I love fools.” Didn’t make any sense did she? Well, she knew what she was doing at least.

18:17:20 [`Joe] She was completely satisfied in knowing that she had caused the male so much pain with just a little vial of holy water. And she reveled in the fact that in that action alone, she caused him to loose a good portion of his blood, leaving him looking slightly gaunt amongst all the red that covered him. The sight of blood, even in mass amounts didnt bother her. She was used to it. Hell, it even brought on a tinge of a smile to her own pale lips. She watched on, stunned, as Eris moved to help him sooth his pains. Even cursed silently to herself as the woman did so. She wanted him to suffer. Suffer like she had suffered at his and the other's hands. The sight alone twisted something deep seeded and dark within her. But she knew all too soon that the elder vampires blood would do great in helping sooth and even heal the burns from the liquid. That agitated her. As Eris moved around, she kept her eyes on Scott, almost daring him to advance on her like she knew he wanted to.----


18:17:23 [`Joe] To tear the beating heart from her chest. Eris was right, however. She wouldnt be standing here if she didnt 'belong' to someone. And that someone was most defeniatly Chanel. There was nothing she could do about it. As Eris moved to her side and rose her finger to brush across her lips, she stared at the woman with a mixture of confusion and awe. She'd never seen a vampire of the age that this woman seemed to possess. And in that, she knew she stood no chance if the vampires wanted to play with her. She didnt speak. Simply held her breath and waited. It was all she could really do.

18:21:03 Scott_Masterson leaned onto the counter and watched the blood slowly off his hand and pool momentarily in the sink before disappearing down the drain, and spitting a few times to get the lingering vitae from his throat. He could tell already that his hand was not healing like it should have. With enough blood inside him, even a bullet wound had closed within minutes and stopped bleeding--yet the popped boils were still dripping blood and the burn-like texture covering the top of his hand was not lessening at all. The cool water barely masked the lingering burn, and the sick feeling was still very much present, to the point that he thought he might throw up again before the vampire responded. He didn't, and he glanced upwards with partially blood-soaked hair hanging in his eyes and a stare the tried to show the respect that was due an elder and only ended up looking defiant.<


18:21:06 Scott_Masterson When the vampire approached he was visibly hesitant, unsure if he had insulted her, and instead saw her finger dripping blood onto his hand, and almost simultaneously the pain in his hand and the sick feeling dwindled, and then disappeared. Even the boils quickly began to shrink, and the burnt texture righted itself. He eyed her as though she were some demi-god. He had little experience with vampires as old as her, and had to wonder if even Aemilius's blood could have such effect. Her words brought an instant--and genuine--smile to his face, and he followed slowly behind her as she approached Joe again. He had to wonder what feeding on 'Eris' would be like. A book vaguely recalled from highschool had him thinking it might increase his own power, though he had learned early on not to trust literature for information. He stopped <

18:21:22 Scott_Masterson upon entering the main room and lit a cigarette, eyeing Joe with a now-normal look, though his eyes left little doubt as to what he might do given the opportunity. " Well I am now..." He spoke in a calm voice, eyeing the puddle of blood that he had vomitted only moments previous. He glanced back to Joe. " Pretty smart. Holy water, am I right? You could've gotten away if your timing had been better. Or killed me." He smiled slightly, knowing that she knew just how personally he took these sorts of things. " Definitely a fool. But she's got guts. I intend to verify that, as soon as possible." He sat into a plush chair, studying a now-normal hand before looking back to both women in silence. <E>


18:35:22 ErisAngelus didn’t seemed at all bothered by how they looked at her. Perhaps she was used to it. No, they wouldn’t be sure just how old she way, but they seemed to have a very good idea. She didn’t play that card though, she used her wits to get what she wanted, not her power. “ Such a pretty fool…” She whispered, brushing her finger along her cheek before pulling her hand away. “ Why would you want to destroy something so beautiful.” She moved now to seat herself on the arm of Scotts chair. That would require her to lean over the back of it, and look down at him. This woman no issue with being close to people. You might say she didn’t have a bubble and had forgot about personal space a very long time ago. So just who was Eris toying with here? Only she knew. “ You look a mess boy..” Her soft words were like honey, and just as thick as she leaned down to run her tongue over the top of his ear. She seemed so forward, way overstepping her lines. Still, as soon as she had touched him, she moved, restless as ever. She~

18:35:50 [ErisAngelus] walked around the puddle on the floor, keeping her white heels away from the staining mess. She knew the man was young, but that meant little to her. By the look she gave him, it seemed almost like him having a bite was an open invitation. Then, she was back looking at the hunter with her head tilted sideways. “ Joe? If I heard right?” Yes, she was making sure her hearing was correct. The girl had not said it very loud and Eris had been on the other side of the door. “ You know you are going to die, one way or another don’t you?” The old vampire crossed her arms over her chest and leaned on the wall. “ Yet you fight so… something very terrible must have happened to you. I wouldn’t wonder if you have a grudge over it.” Eris wasn’t asking what happened, she was more or less telling her. “ Should I let you kill me?” Eris blinked, looking serious and pleasant at the same time. “ If it would make you feel better, I wouldn’t fight you. It wouldn’t be fair if I did.” Well now, how do you like that.


18:52:00 [`Joe] She blinked a couple times at the woman as she retreated to where Scott had set himself. For some reason, however, her tongue had seemed to stall in her mouth and she was unable to answer Scott's questions. She blamed it on the woman. She was captivating. Something she had wished to see but never really believed she'd find an elder. Let alone be spoken to by one. It was like she was a child that had recieved it's first ever christmas gift and was relishing in it. However, she soon found herself able to speak and her eyes shifted to Scott. "Yes. Holy water. And I could have, if she wasnt waiting on the other side of the door." Yes, she could be defined as a fool. The only freind she had called her insane for going out night after night to confront death in the face. But she was a smart fool, if that was possible. Smart enough to know that Eris was toying with her. "Yes. Joe is my name." she answered simply. Curtly. She let a long silence span between them before she spoke further---

18:52:05 [`Joe] addressing Eris as her eyes stayed focused on Scott. "I know I might. I've knownn there was a possibilty every night I went out. And I am ready for it whenever it happens." What she wasnt ready for, what she really couldnt stand, was being made into one of them. One of the things she had spent her life hunting. The woman had hit the nail on the head. Something terrible did happen, and the grudge she held was like no other. A blink ensued before she finally looked towards Eris, her eyebrow perking. "Your not serious. I dount you'd let me kill you. And I know he wouldnt. I'd be walking right into my own demise. A fool I may be. But I'm not stupid. All I want is to leave. To go back to my life and pretend this never happened." Fat chance at that, she thought as she stared the two down. Really fat chance.


19:07:51 Scott_Masterson He kept his eyes trained on Joe even as Eris approached and sat on the chair, taking pleasure in how intimidating the scene must have been to her, at least initially. It became apparent that Eris was not simply putting on a show of intimidation for Joe's benefit when she spoke, and then 'licked' his ear. The gesture would have been unwelcomed from most vampires, and all humans, yet somehow he found it only intriguing. Maybe it was because of her beauty, which rivalled even Joe's, or maybe--and more likely--it was the promise of power that such affection brought with it. If an ancient vampire wanted him in any capacity, it could mean feeding from her. And if his suspicions were correct, that could mean power. And lots of it. Again memories of books read as a human came flowing back. Queen of the Damned. The vampire Lestat had become god-like after feeding on Akasha. Was that how it really worked? It seemed logical, if her blood could be so potent as to cure <

19:07:55 Scott_Masterson a holy water wound, something that--as far as he knew--may have been fatal without it. The simple gesture left him intrigued, and his eyes followed Eris from behind once she stood and moved for Joe. Coming to France was definitely a good idea. He looked over the vampire's form for a long moment before his eyes flickered back to Joe and he listened to Eris speak. The vampire's words caused only a momentary confusion in him. Kill her? Was she serious? No, of course she wasn't. She was toying with Joe just as he had, though in a less...beastial...manner. He wanted Chanel to enter, tell him that killing Joe was fine, tear her apart, and then focus his attention on Eris. Years of it. Centuries perhaps. The thoughts were interrupted as Joe replied, and he looked back to her. All hate was gone from his face, replaced with what might be considered 'lust', a momentary infatuation with the vampire.


19:08:08 Scott_Masterson He smiled at Joe's words, and the absurdity that she still clung to hopes of freedom. Surely she had exhausted her last chance at that. In a way he had been lucky to have 'discovered' the holy water when he did. Who knows how many other hunters she had the ability to contact. Maybe none. Maybe far too many. " Her family was killed by vampires. Sent the girl on a lifelong suicide mission. Very sad..." He smoked the cigarette with a fading smile and became quiet again, more interested in what either of them had to say next than adding more to the conversation himself. He studied Joe for a long moment, temporarily forgetting how much he wanted her dead and just seeing that gorgeous redhead that had drawn him away from his first victim a handful of nights ago. " ....She would make a lovely vampire though." His eyes again flickered to Eris in an attempt to gauge her reaction, though he had realized long ago that <

19:08:17 Scott_Masterson Vampires simply could not be 'read' like humans could. Not unless they wanted to be. He looked back to Joe with a sly grin, fully understanding that this girl who was afraid of nothing must have feared that.

19:30:58 ErisAngelus just let the girl speak, looking to be in no great rush to pull anything out of her. “ I would have let you try, but you will find killing me harder than simply putting a stake though my heart.” Was that possible that Eris was immune to such a thing. Seemed odd, but then again it might just be her talking. One with the ability to manipulate those around her like Eris, can say whatever she likes and people can never tell if it is true or not. Slowly, those doe eyes traveled over Joe, silently agreeing with Scott. “ Ah yes, lock her for eternity into this body, and steal her soul from heavens grip.” It was ever so slight, but something in Eris’ words sounded like the idea pained her. Perhaps there was something to it, but that would be impossible to pull from her. Turning, she focused now on neither one of them and instead with to the window which looked out over the city. ADD much? Her movements were so fluid, so liquid that one and only guess she had to put effort into moving like a human when she was ~


19:31:25 [ErisAngelus] them. Ah yes, Eris played the human, it was one of her favorite games. “ Don’t just sit there looking at her like a boy on Prom night. Take her…ravage her body and consume the only thing that still belongs to her.” Eris wasn’t even looking at them when she spoke, she was so transfixed on a couple walking down the street below them. Running her tongue over her teeth slowly, she looked to be thinking of something. “ I cant help but wonder why you so want to return to a life of loneness and fear, when you could join a family such as this.” Those honey sweet words were sarcastic. “ Do you know how many of us you could kill if you sacrificed your soul and became one of us?” Eris was a monster…she was proving it now, but she was so sly about it. Implanting thoughts without so much as a care. “ I find the thought rather amusing really.” Could such a woman as Eris truly exist or was she just a figment. Could someone be so twisted as to think from both ends like this?

19:36:43 [`Joe] Her eyes shot to Scott in a quick manner as he spoke about her life. Had she told him about it? Or had he inherited her memories when he drank from her that first night? She couldnt be sure. Didnt rightfully remember. But none the less, he didnt need to speak for her. "I don't think she cared for the details." she muttered under her breath, sure even the two could hear her if they had wanted. They were, after all, vampires. She kept her gaze steady on the man as he spoke about her becoming a vampire and she visibly shook from the thought. The last thing she wanted was to become one of them. One of the things she'd been fighting her life for to rid the world of. And here he was, proposing that she'd make a good one. She highly doubted she'd last a day as one. Hell, she might even intentionally walk herself out into the sun and kill herself. But then again, she wouldnt know. Wouldnt give them a chance to make her one of them. Her eyes, for a moment, flickered to Eris as she spoke. ---


19:36:47 [`Joe] Told Scott to take her and make her into one of them. Her mouth fell open, gaping, but no words come out. Was this woman serious? She could run, yes. She was standing in the hall and it wouldnt be that hard. But would the woman give chase? Did she want to risk that and die completely? She wasnt sure. She was even more unsure as Eris spoke of the things she could do being a vampire. She could kill them with more ease. Without having to worry about the fact that she could die. It all sounded so inviting. Yet, she couldnt do it. Not willingly. She'd fight with everything she had in her to avoid such an outcome.

19:57:13 Scott_Masterson sat in the chair with the cigarette hanging idly beside his face, staring hard at Joe for a response, verbal or otherwise. Even the slightest hint of fear would secure her fate, at least as long Chanel agreed to it. He would even change her himself, just for the added pleasure. He had wanted that blood since the alleyway. Not just because of her looks, and not because she was a hunter. She was a victim. One he had chosen. One he had stalked and fought, with nothing to show for it aside from a stake in the chest and the even more painful holy water experience. She belonged to him in his eyes, regardless of what the other vampires thought. Of course, their wishes had to be respected. He wasn't risking this life for anything. Especially not pride. He listened to Eris speak, periodically glancing between the two women and wondering which he would have found <

19:57:16 Scott_Masterson more attractive as a human. Impossible to tell. Joe was perfect. Eris was the perfect vampire. He was caught off guard by her words and had to replay them twice in his mind before they fully set in. She had given him permission to change Joe? Did her authority supercede that of Chanel, Joe's temporary owner? He quickly decided that it did, perhaps because he could sense how old Eris was, and perhaps just because he wanted to do it. But then the words continued and he hesitated. Could Joe really become a vampire who killed vampires? Were there such a thing? It didn't seem impossible. His own mind had not changed that drastically between life and death. Would she maintain her vendetta if he changed her, or would the beauty and power of being a vampire change her? He sat up slightly in the seat and dropped the cigarette to the carpeted floor, stepping on it with a shoe and twisting it into the plush carpet.


19:57:31 Scott_Masterson The internal debate seemed unsolvable, at least until that expression appeared on Joe's face. It was definitely fear. No, it was terror. The very emotion he had come here to elicit from her. And on her it was delicious, in stark contrast to the stone-faced look even his best efforts had garnered. It wasn't a hard choice, and only a small part of the sudden ease was due to the hunger growing inside of him. He glanced back to Eris who was looking out the window and then back to Joe. " Yes ma'am." He said with a smile, standing from the chair and flashing his fangs as he began moving towards Joe. His hands hung at his sides as he took a few slow steps, and then the ebony claws stretched out from each of his fingernails, and his pupils flashed red again. " You fight, I'm gonna cut off one of your hands before I change you...and you can live with just one, forever." Again the smile reappeared on his face,

19:57:42 Scott_Masterson and he suddenly broke into a sprint directly at Joe. He didn't slow as he approached her, aiming to tackle her hard to the ground and begin the feeding as soon as they landed in the hallway by sinking all four fangs into whatever happened to be closest...a neck, a breast...it didn't matter. This was too sweet to go slowly. He only regretted not getting to torture her first.

20:10:51 [`Joe] They couldnt be serious. Really they couldnt. Her mind screamed at her to run. To get out as fast as she could because she knew, just knew that she wasnt going to make it out of here alive. Or, human. The fear, the terror erupted in her and had her features twisting into something beautifully painful. "No." The one word slipped between her lips sounded weak and forced. Her hands balled into fist as Scott agreed and she willed herself to move. Willed herself to do something other then just stand there! Come on Joe, fight for your life, she urged on. Screamed at herself. But she couldnt move. Frozen in a feeling she had not felt in over twelve years. Her eyes shifted to Eris as she just stood there. Stood there and was going to let this happen. As Scott moved and stood, her body seemed to release itself and she tried to sprint down the hallway. Her breath pushed between her lips in labored pants as she pushed herself forward. But all too soon she felt the force of what could have been a---

20:10:55 [`Joe] a mac truck plowing her down. Her breath was knocked from her, freezing her once more in panic. Then all to suddenly, she was thrashing below him. Kicking, screaming. Fighting. Then she stopped. Just stopped as his words echoed in her ears. She froze then. Didnt move until she felt the piercing pain sink into the flesh of her neck. She let out a scream then. Blood curtling. Full or terror. Then, as her blood seeped from her, into him, she grew limp. Her attempt feble. The only thought that crossed her mind was death. Something she'd take over this any day.

20:41:53 Scott_Masterson revelled in that look on her face as he approached Joe, the vampire Eris and all of her seduction forgotten entirely for the moment as he anticipated both a feeding and his first change. He had never even attempted to change someone before, simply because there had been no interest. He loved the power they had in comparison to humans, and sharing it had never been attractive until now. Was he 'allowed' to change people? He didn't know. He didn't care either. Screw Aemilius and Chanel. Maybe Eris didn't have the authority to allow it, but at the moment it was all irrelevant. He wanted to do it, as simple as that. Any punishment he might face would be worth it. Maybe even if it was death. Of all the victims and all the intimidation and horror he had inflicted, this was the sweetest. He didn't even care if Joe did retain her hatred for vampires afterwards. She would still be inevitably killed by one stronger than herself, or do something stupid like walking into sunlight. Either would be

20:41:57 Scott_Masterson equally entertaining.He wanted that red hair made even redder with her own blood, and he wanted the vampire Eris to know that he didn't hesitate when it came to revenge--or following her 'orders'. Eventually he wanted to taste the ancient's blood. Even if no power was transferred, or it was temporary, it would be a million times what human blood was. It had to be. He had never fed on a vampire before, period, not to mention an ancient. The thoughts were only momentary, and took place in a fraction of a second between the doorway and Joe. Now that heart was beating fast, oh yes. He could hear it despite his own thumping footsteps. Joe was scared. Finally. He smashed into her from behind, that vampiric strength making it far too easy to topple her, and again to flip her over and force her wrists against the carpeted hallway as each set of fangs tore into her neck.

20:42:09 Scott_Masterson It was not the 'neat' bit that most vampires created, but a four-holed vice that would have been lethal even if he had pulled away instantly afterwards, leaving a jugular to squirt like wine poured into a flute. And she wasn't even fighting as expected, though he suspected it was not his threat that caused the lack of it, but rather sheer terror. Oh yes, this was delicious. He fed for four whole minutes, long after the hunger was satiated and she had gone limp. The process was almost disturbingly simple, and one he remembered from that night in Toronto, and the mystery vampiress who had changed him. Drain most of the blood. Feed them yours. Wait. He sat up when she was almost dead, wild-eyed again and blood dripping from his mouth as well as his nose--the latter an unfortunate side effect of overfeeding. He was literally 'spilling over'. He laughed quietly, <

20:42:18 Scott_Masterson partly from the euphoria and partly from what was happening. He stood and grabbed a handful of that red hair, drunkenly dragging her body along the hallway and back into the room before dropping it just inside the door and again straddling her limp form. A single claw was drawn across wrist, perhaps cutting deeper than necessary and sending an instant stream of dark blood pouring first onto her chest, then her face, and then directly into her mouth as he leaned over her. "Drink it you fucking bitch. Drink it and die!" He laughed again, forcing her eyes open with his free hand just to see those blue eyes one last time while they were still human, and free of that...something...that vampire eyes seemed to posess. His bleeding wrist clamped tightly against her mouth and he glanced backwards at Eris with a bloody grin before looking back to Joe and licking some of the sticky liquid from her forehead.

20:52:15 ErisAngelus glanced sideways as the male left after the girl. For a moment she wondered if he even knew what he was doing. Poor Joe, such a beautiful brute for a Sire. The thought made Eris laugh lightly as she exited from the room. She was no longer needed here, and the two would require time once the act was complete. The old goddess would only get in the way wouldn’t she. “ Such a thing she will be…avenger, and demon.” The words tickled Eris’ fancy and made the whole thing seem too wonderful. As her sharp heels brought her from the room, she paused in the hall way, tilting her head slowly, eerily slowly and watched them for a moment. She narrowed her eyes at the young male. Oh there was something about the both of them she liked very much. That could be a very unlucky thing…or a very lucky one. It was because of that that Eris chose to stay just a bit longer. She was curious, wondering over just how well the males weak blood would work the dark gift. He was strong, so perhaps the mix would be worthy of her ~

20:52:28 [ErisAngelus] interest. There was some amusement in the fact that Eris had absolutely no authority over Joe, and the permission she had given wasn’t worth rats who lead her into this place. So, pause he would at the door, closing it behind her and leaning back to watch the little show. Only here a moment, and already one golden apple and the battle of Troy. It’s good to be Eris.

20:59:21 [`Joe] The pain was almost more then she could bare. It was worst then the first time Chanel and he had bit her. It was almost like he wanted her to feel the burning pain this time. And she did. With her arms pinned to the gound, she stared up at the cieling with wide eyed shock. She couldnt believe this was happening. Couldnt believe he was actually doing this to her. With each beat of her heart, she felt her life pump out of her and into him. It felt like ages as she slowly, agonizingly slowly slipped away. She could feel it. Each ounce of her blood that left her. She felt it all. And she clung to it. Clung so hard to her life. But she knew it was useless. That no matter how hard she tried, she was going to die. Going to become the exact thing she had hated. Had loathed. And there was nothing she could do about it. Weak, she tried to push him away. Almost as if the thought had finally dawned on her that she was going to die here. Her body surged upwards against his as he drank. And drank. And drank some more. ---

20:59:29 [`Joe] But he was stronger then her. Stronger then she'd been with all her blood intact. As Eris appraoched them, she looked up at the woman with die eyes, mouthing the words 'help me' to her. It'd been useless as she was dragged, half concious, across the floor and back into the blood stained apartment. She laid where he dropped her, unable to move. Unable to fight. Her eyes, at some point, had drifted closed. No strength left in her to even hold them open. She just wanted to slip away. But that wasnt to be had as she felt his weight on her. Then the wet stickiness of his blood pouring over her chest, face, and finally into her mouth. It pooled there before it spilled out the corners. Pooled until he clasped his wrist to her mouth and gave her no choice but to swallow. More and moe of his blood pumped into her against her will, until as if something broke in her, she clutched to his wrist with her hand, opened her eyes to stare at him, and sucked at the spout until she didnt think she could anymore. ---

20:59:40 [`Joe] And still she sucked. Would until he pulled himself away from her.

21:18:06 Scott_Masterson leaned in close as the blood continued to be exchanged, staring wildly into those eyes looking back at him with a bloodied smile and fangs still dripping nearly constantly. His appearance was more horrifying than usual. Between the blood he had vomitted earlier and the surplus running from his nose, one would be hard pressed to find an untouched patch of skin on his face, and most of the long hair on the front of his head was dyed almost as vibrant red as Joe's was naturally, though much darker. He would never have been able to describe the amount of pleasure, had he been asked, that the look on that dying face of hers gave him. She had managed to avoid her rightful place as his victim for far too long. Days longer than anyone else, once he had chosen for the position. When her eyes opened weakly and he felt that hand fall weakly onto his own, he laughed again and licked her face once more before leaning even closer and whispering into her ear <

21:18:09 Scott_Masterson " That's it, Joe. Drink it. As much as you can. Drink and know that everything you hear, see, feel, and do from now on...it's all because of me. You'll have life...power...because of me. But first, you'll die. Because of me!" He sat there as long as it took, until her grip became tight and she inevitably let go when the pain hit her. He remembered that part well. Tremendous pain. Inhuman pain. More than physical. It was as though the soul was being torn apart. And now that he knew holy water did in fact work, maybe it was. When she did let go, and stopped drinking, he was no longer bleeding from the nostrils, and no longer filled with the rush of power from feeding. In it's place would be weakness, and already the hunger beginning all over again. She would then have more of his blood than he did, and it left him weak..but not too weak to enjoy the show.

21:18:19 Scott_Masterson He crawled off of her, sliding backwards on the now-filthy plush carpet until he was leaning against the coat closet door, slightly limp, and watching her with that bloody smile as he lit a cigarette. " Amen." he laughed quietly, looking at the cross still on her chest with a grin as he took a long, slow drag and glanced back to Eris for the first time in what now seemed like hours. " Little messy. But I got the job done..." He looked back to Joe with unblinking fascination, waiting.

21:25:23 ErisAngelus watched seeing the woman mouth those words. Eris closed her eyes and looked visibly pained. There was a reason why in all her time, she had ever only changed two. Both, in her eyes, had been a mistake. One for love, and on for passion. Regardless, her face was only in such a state for a moment before she seemed over the matter and no longer grieved for the poor girls soul. Those dark eyes drifted to Scott a moment before a smile slithered it way over her face. “ Indeed, you did a masterful job.” She slowly stalked him, coming forward and then kneeling down. Her hand rose to touch his cheek, this lips beside the smoke he had there. “ I will return later darling… I still want to have some fun with you.” She stood, moving away and beside the soon to be newborn. Eris could have let him drink from her then, given him power enough to get him through. Yet, she would leave him to the mess he had started. That’s how it should be, it was his duty as a sire now. Bending down, she placed a kiss on Joe’s bloody ~

21:25:41 [ErisAngelus] forehead. “ I prey you wake with as much fire.” Standing, she licked her lips and exited without a second look back.

21:37:31 [`Joe] The hunger was like nothing she'd ever felt before. She wanted his blood. Needed his blood. Couldnt live without it. So she guzzled it down until she felt full to the brim and couldnt take anymore. Releasing him, she dropped her head back down to the floor and stared up at the cieling, panting. She knew what was next. Had seen the transformation a time or two and knew it wasnt going to be pretty. Everything, as she looked around, seemed so dull. So far away as the vampiric blood coursed through her. The first twinges of her mortal death wrecked her. Causing her to surge and arch from the ground, letting out a sharp cry. Then there was nothing. Nothing as she stared off into a random direction. Nothing as Eris kissed and spoke to her. Just nothing. It was like she had died and she was floating over everything. Watching it happen without actually being apart of it. Then as sudden as the feeling came, it left with a whole new mind numbing pain. It felt like she was being torn from the inside, out. ---

21:37:34 [`Joe] She screamed, clawed, writhed in her place on the floor. It seemed endless. The burning pain that coursed through her was excruciating. Causing scream after scream to tear from her throat before there was nothing but silence. No movement. No breath. Nothing. The physical change she went through was noticable. Her already pale skin turning into something that resembled marble. Her already virbatant blue eyes holding something more alluring. Her crimson red hair only darkening and becoming something more beautiful. It was as if she was frozen, forever in time. The hunger pains that clenched her stomach brought a rise from her, her limbs moving with liqiud grace as she sat up. Ever so slowly, she turned her eyes to Scott and muttered two words. "I'm hungry."

21:50:02 Scott_Masterson heard Eris respond and looked lazily back to her, his mannerisms resembling those of a drunk more than his usual self and his eyes half-closed with the fatigue that was still gaining in strength. A weak smile formed at her words, faded, and reappeared at the touch to his cheek. He began to debate whether to bite her and feed, but the decision was made for him when she stood and moved towards Joe. he eyed the vampire as she kissed Joe and spoke, taking the words as a strong compliment as he watched her slip out the door and disappear. Another long drag on the cigarette was taken, followed by a smooth plume of smoke exhaled upwards before his eyes settled back on Joe. He shifted position just long enough to kick the apartment door shut, and then weakly stood and took a few drunken steps deeper into the living room, stopping at a stereo system just long enough to put on some music. He tossed four cd's behind him before settling on Nine Inch Nails <

21:50:05 Scott_Masterson 'The Downward Spiral', putting it into the cd player and twisting the volume almost to maximum before retaking his seat at the closet door and resuming his study of Joe. "You like this album, Joe?" He asked, knowing she was in far too much pain to answer, or even hear the question. " I love it." He stubbed out the cigarette and lit another, momentarily considering looking around for a video camera, or anything to capture the moment, before deciding it would take too much effort and only resuming his fascination. Her pain was more than he could have hoped for. That once numb face twisting in agony was more rewarding than he could have hoped for. When she finally stopped moving, he moved forward again and leaned close to watch the physical change take place. This, he had never witnessed before... and though Aemilius had described it, he was not entirely <

21:50:17 Scott_Masterson prepared for it. The way her skin seemed to shift, and that perfect hair became somehow beyond-perfect. That was the beautiful part. The magic. He knew he could not explain it, and doubted even the oldest vampire could, so he simply watched in awe. When she finally sat up and spoke, he smiled. As am I, dear. As am I. How do you feel? Still mad at little ol' me? Or, do you understand now, that it's a gift?" He was simply not prepared if her mind had not changed, and wasn't sure he could even defend himself if she attacked. Still, his claws had re-emerged somewhere between the second cigarette and leaning over her, just in case.

22:06:26 [`Joe] Somewhere in the deepest recesses of her mind she knew that she hated him. That she'd love nothing more then to rip his throat out and watch him bleed out. But another part of her wanted to simply touch him. Wanted to feel what it would feel like to touch his skin with these newfound sences. Already her sight was tenfold. Her hearing even more so. She could, if she wanted to, hear a pin drop blocks away from where they sat. She could just imagine what touch would feel like. She held off however and simply stared at him through these new eyes. Taking in all the things she'd missed while being 'alive'. The planes and edges of his face were mesmorizing. The way his jaw angled and tapered off to fame his face. She couldnt remember why she'd hated him. Why she had just let him take her that first night and give her this. The music that played in the background, loud and bassy was ignored in favor of studying him. "Your more......beautiful then I would have imagined."----

22:06:30 [`Joe] Her voice sounded unfamilar to her. Like someone else talking. It held an accent she'd tried so hard to hide when she moved her. That british twang sounded like music above the music. She was still hungry, but she ingored it for now, being more tired then anything. "I should hate you. I know I should. But for some reason, I can't." Her tongure dashed out of her mouth to run across her lips, a wince pushing from her as it connected with the elongated canine tooth. She played with it for a moment before dismissing it and looking back towards him. "I feel.... alive. Oddly enough. More alive then I have ever felt. I suppose I should thank you." Even if she wanted to kill him, he had given her this. Did she still feel the need to kill his kin, thier kind? One couldnt say. All she wanted for now was to eat, shower, and sleep. She'd had a very long day.

22:28:52 Scott_Masterson studied her just as intently as she was studying her surroundings, and he knew exactly where that awed look on her face originated. He had done exactly the same thing himself only he had been alone upon waking, not even knowing what he was. The look of amazement in her eyes left little doubt that she did indeed recognize the gift for what it was, and he was already aching to find out what her abilities were. According to Aemilius, each vampire was sometimes different in their abilities, aside from the enhanced senses that all seemed to share. Would she have claws, like he did? Or perhaps be able to read minds like he had never been able to? What had started as a cruel experiment was quickly becoming something else. He felt connected to her, though could not explain it aside from the obvious fact that she was living by his own blood. Suddenly a thousand new questions for one of the elders surfaced in his mind, and quickly began to realize that he had not even considered <

22:28:55 Scott_Masterson that he was now going to be a sire. He had not thought past the cruelty of it all. Regardless, they were connected now. And if that connection proved to be troublesome, he would simply kill her. The thought passed even as she spoke, and a genuine smile appeared on his face. He considered returning the compliment, as it was genuinely deserved given her recently enhanced appearance, but instead stayed quiet and listened to her speak again. He tried to hide the grin that wanted to spread. So she had had a change of heart, so to speak. That was a relief. The idea of being killed moments after creating his first vampire was not an attractive one, and such a task would have been far too easy for her to accomplish at this moment. " No need to thank me or hate me. Just enjoy it. It's a much better life, I promise you." He sat back slightly, again against the closet door as he watched her and the talons slowly retracted and disappeared entirely <

22:29:06 Scott_Masterson from his hands. he could see already that she did not share his unique fangs, and for that he was glad. He enjoyed being rare. " Let's feed. Then we'll talk. A lot, I imagine." He stood weakly with a little support from the wall and offered a hand to help her up. " Wait 'til you feed. You won't *believe* what that's like." A smile formed.
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