An Unwelcome Reunion

Post by **Valz Malar** » Mon Oct 15, 2007 7:25 am

It was amazing to Valz how a simple phrase could make him so angry,

“Excuse me, but you don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, firmly. “You haven’t dealt with this…thing.”

The splinters still embedded in his arm, his bruised and battered body, that was right….he was imagining the last few days. He was imagining jumping a fence and climbing a flight of stairs, smashing through a door, all to attempt to save someone who clearly didn’t want to be saved. It infuriated him to the point where he forgot about the beast before him. That is, until she spoke. The words numbed him to his soul and even his hard jaded self shuddered as the vampire opened her hand upon the blade that was pinning her to the ground.

The vampire’s hand oozed blood, falling in big droplets, black against the night to plop and burst down her arm and across her bleeding belly. She paused, her hand halfway to the woman before him. Valz saw one last chance at reason.

“I was in the kitchen, I know what I saw and I know what you’ve been through. You didn’t ask to be saved, but here I am. Here we are, and she is at our mercy. I will kill her and she will die.” Valz was speaking from his heart, fierce, clipped words. “If you do this, she will find a way to turn it on you and kill you and then she will continue killing, hundreds more, innocent like you where when she came upon you. You will be no better than her and I will not be part of it.”

Gesturing to the sword in his hand, the sword he knew would cleave the vampire’s head from its body, he said simply, “Make your choice.”

Jenica Sabiny · Post by **Jenica Sabiny** » Wed Nov 07, 2007 5:27 pm

The male's words, as before, served to have no effect on the woman's actions, and Jenica couldn't help a victorious glance in his direction as the woman clasped hands. The blood which entered the woman's stream was not enough to turn her, but it was enough to give her a small taste of the vampire's lot in life.

"Swear not to kill me." The female's voice held more strength than ever before, for she thought she had the vampire in a bad way.

"Swear not to kill either of us."

This last was an afterthought, but the effect of the words were clear. The vampire was forbidden to kill either one of these mortals - idiot female. Rage blazed forth; it was one thing not to kill this pitiful human, for Jen had nearly had her twice - but the reason she hadn't been able to finish the kill stood mere feet away, blood gushing and now forbidden.

Jenica let forth an animal's howl of blind fury as she hauled on the hand clasped around her own, flinging the human female away. The female's body flew through the air to slam against the nearby alley wall, and the female collapsed. Not dead, but certainly not awake.

The vampire grasped the hilt of the sword protruding from her belly and tugged with a loud grunt. The sword came up a few inches - another tug and grunt, and the sword came free in her bloody grasp. She rolled away from the male, gripping the female's sword now, and finally staggered to her feet. She was not healthy; she was not fine. But she was certainly no longer pinned.

Blood oozed from the slowly healing wound in her abdomen on either side of her body. The blood itself would serve to heal, but she would need to feed more to recuperate. She wasn't sure of herself, if she could fight this male - already he'd interfered twice, and he knew that it was best to kill her. He didn't have the hesitation which the female displayed.

She stood, sword in front of her, and glared. She could hurt him, rip gashes in his arms and legs, even a careful stab through the side - but she couldn't kill him. Some small part of her, perhaps the bloodlust itself, recognized and respected a blood oath when it felt one.

The vampire stared at him, waiting for his next movement.

Post by **Valz Malar** » Fri Nov 09, 2007 6:23 am

With shocking speed it was done. The woman reached for and touched palms with the vampire, who swore upon her blood not to hurt either of them. The woman didn’t even have time to savor her tainted victory before the vampire’s shriek tore the air and in her terrible anger, launched the human into a wall. A sickening thud reached Valz’s ears as she collapsed in a heap at the base of the wall, her body appeared broken to Valz, but he knew she was strong to have come this far…strong but flawed in her willingness to deal with the devil.

“She shouldn’t have done that. Any blood in your future is on her head”, Valz said, and as an afterthought added, “and yours.”

With great deliberation the beast before him pulled the blade from its stomach, blood pouring from the wound, she rolled and stood facing him, sword in front of her, tip waving in the air.

Valz shuffled his left leg forward, balancing on the balls of his feet, and raised his sword upwards, sharp tip gleaming in the darkness. Valz had never been much for talk, he knew that right was on his side, that innocents would die if this creature before him survived the night. He knew that she was sworn not to kill him and more importantly he knew that there was a good deal of distance between injuring and killing. He didn’t waste time telling the creature that she was going to die; he just set about making it happen. Feinting to the left Valz drove off his back leg bringing his sword up and then screaming down, attempting to open the creatures head before she could react in her wounded state.

Jenica Sabiny · Post by **Jenica Sabiny** » Sun Nov 11, 2007 12:50 am

The male spoke of blood debt and fault. Human. So human. Human thoughts; human ideals. Human blood...

The male swooped in. No more words, straight to business, slashing and whirling his sword down at her head. The female's sword came up to meet and clink together, slow...but faster a rushing wave of shadows, writhing and excited, slammed up between the two. Tall enough to block her off, long enough to hit either side of the alley - it's not thicker than a few inches, would collapse under pressure. But it's enough for her to backpedal, then stare a moment. She didn't remember calling upon the shadows, but there they stood.

She didn't think on it any longer; she turned and ran.

Post by **Valz Malar** » Wed Nov 14, 2007 1:06 am

The woman’s body lay crumpled at the base of the alley wall: motionless. She was beyond his help, the only thing that mattered was the creature in front of him. Faster than Valz expected from a wounded animal, her sword came up blocking his strike. Wheeling around Valz shifted his weight, readying himself for another strike when a wall rose up before him. Shadows broke over each other like waves on the shore of a lake, rising in the blink of an eye, rolling over on top of themselves.

The wall stretched higher than his head and was the length of the alley, forming a barrier between the creature and himself. The blackness of the wall blotted out the stars above his head, black on black. Unsure of whether or not this was a trap Valz looked warily around him making sure there were no threats at his back. Reaching out with his off hand he made contact with the wall. It didn’t feel like anything, there was no burning, no coolness, no pain, not solid, but not liquid either, only the slightest sense of anticipation emanated from the wall through his hand. Without knowing exactly how, Valz willed the wall away and felt the distinct disappointment of the shadows before they disappeared as quickly as they had appeared.

Not surprisingly the vampire was gone. Valz started to follow in the direction that he thought the vampire may have gone but was confounded by a series of intersections, alleys, and abandoned buildings. The beast could have gone anywhere, could be getting help from some other demon creature who hadn’t sworn to not hurt him, and he wasn’t going to stick around to see what she would come back with. He sheathed his sword Animus, and walked back over to where the woman lay helpless at the base of the wall. Her body was battered, blood was pouring out of a cut over her eye, and she didn’t appear like she was going to awaken anytime soon. Valz contemplated ending her life but restrained himself. Her oath was going to lead to the death of many, but, looking down at her body and knowing that her mind was as shattered as her form was punishment enough for him. He didn’t want her blood on his hands either. Reaching down he felt for a pulse and knew she was alive…he would leave it at that.

Turning on his heel, Valz headed back towards the more inhabited part of the city.