Now the human was on to the howling rage, the point they all reached where it was a desperate struggle between life and death. Jenica's first reflex was to reach down for her katana...which wasn't there. Which left her unarmed, with a crazed female charging her.
Jenica didn't want to fight. It demanded energy and effort, anticipating the opponent's attack, counter, and strike. And she wouldn't soon forget that her last challenge had ended badly.
Instead of trying to dodge her opponent's blade, step around the problem and dance until the opponent wore down, she stepped aside and across the room, effectively changing positions with her attacker. Of course it wasn't so simple - she moved with her natural speed, that is to say, a vampire's - and so to the human eye she vanished in a moment, gone from one second to the next.
An Inconsequential Arrival
Amira blinked, shaking her head. What had just happened? Had the woman-thing simply vanished? Still holding her sword at the ready, she turned around slowly, eyes flicking over the kitchen until she rotated a full half-circle and saw the invader standing there. “What are you?” she muttered.
Attacking straight-on wouldn't work, it seemed. To try again would be a waste of energy. And now her back was to the wall, however that had happened. Reluctantly, she moved into a more defensive stance, holding the sword at an angle in front of her, ready to strike if the woman-thing came anywhere near her.
“You're not real, you know,” she whispered, returning to her earlier theory. A disappearing, reappearing creature in her kitchen felt much more like one of her dreams.
Who was she fooling? Certainly not herself. This was most certainly real. It just felt better to pretend it wasn't because if she was dreaming, she would eventually wake up, jarred back to reality by some solicitous person who found her standing blankly on the street in the morning, having slipped unexpectedly into a dream state on her walk. This would all end, if it were a dream.
Not this time.
Attacking straight-on wouldn't work, it seemed. To try again would be a waste of energy. And now her back was to the wall, however that had happened. Reluctantly, she moved into a more defensive stance, holding the sword at an angle in front of her, ready to strike if the woman-thing came anywhere near her.
“You're not real, you know,” she whispered, returning to her earlier theory. A disappearing, reappearing creature in her kitchen felt much more like one of her dreams.
Who was she fooling? Certainly not herself. This was most certainly real. It just felt better to pretend it wasn't because if she was dreaming, she would eventually wake up, jarred back to reality by some solicitous person who found her standing blankly on the street in the morning, having slipped unexpectedly into a dream state on her walk. This would all end, if it were a dream.
Not this time.
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((OOC: This post assumes there is a kitchen knife nearby. If I am wrong, I will change it. Just lemme know!))
"Am I not?"
The woman's statement delighted the vampire. Now this, this was something new. Something fresh and clean, a new twist to an old game. True, others had claimed such things as "This can't be happening," but this woman's voice had the ring of conviction to it. She honestly believed in the possibility that Jenica wasn't there at all.
Fascinating.
Jenica felt an impulse rise, and the need to satisfy this impulse. Her gaze flickered about the kitchen until she saw what she needed - a simple steak knife, something common, yet still deadly in its own right.
She moved toward the knife, ever circling around the woman and her katana. It wouldn't do to slip within range and get a scratch.
She clasped the knife in her right hand, examined it a moment. It was built for a quick cut with minimal pressure. It would do.
She turned her gaze to the woman, fixed the eyes. She wanted to maintain eye contact. To see the moment when the woman's fear spiked. She raised her left arm, moved it parallel to her body, and slid the blade along her skin, moving up her inner arm until she had a strip from her inner elbow through her wrist. Still staring at the woman, she followed the blade with her tongue, taking in her own blood in a long, lengthy strip. The wound was already starting to heal, but the image was a lasting one - standing there, cutting herself and then partaking of her own flesh...
Jenica gave the barest hint of a smile, though amusement shown through her crazed eyes.
"Care for a taste?"
"Am I not?"
The woman's statement delighted the vampire. Now this, this was something new. Something fresh and clean, a new twist to an old game. True, others had claimed such things as "This can't be happening," but this woman's voice had the ring of conviction to it. She honestly believed in the possibility that Jenica wasn't there at all.
Fascinating.
Jenica felt an impulse rise, and the need to satisfy this impulse. Her gaze flickered about the kitchen until she saw what she needed - a simple steak knife, something common, yet still deadly in its own right.
She moved toward the knife, ever circling around the woman and her katana. It wouldn't do to slip within range and get a scratch.
She clasped the knife in her right hand, examined it a moment. It was built for a quick cut with minimal pressure. It would do.
She turned her gaze to the woman, fixed the eyes. She wanted to maintain eye contact. To see the moment when the woman's fear spiked. She raised her left arm, moved it parallel to her body, and slid the blade along her skin, moving up her inner arm until she had a strip from her inner elbow through her wrist. Still staring at the woman, she followed the blade with her tongue, taking in her own blood in a long, lengthy strip. The wound was already starting to heal, but the image was a lasting one - standing there, cutting herself and then partaking of her own flesh...
Jenica gave the barest hint of a smile, though amusement shown through her crazed eyes.
"Care for a taste?"
((OOC: Yeah, there'd be kitchen knives around, thanks for asking!))
Amira watched warily as the invader grabbed a knife. So, she had a weapon now, but it certainly wouldn't be much use. It would probably just get in the way, if anything, Amira thought, wondering why the woman-thing even bothered to...
Her eyes widened in shock as the blade sliced through flesh, returning the gaze and searching for a flinch, a look of pain, something to tell her that this creature was in some way normal. A human being, if demented and supernaturally skilled, rather than a beast. That prospect was shattered as the woman-thing tasted her own blood, and bile rose in Amira's throat. Shaking, she fought the urge to gag.
She barely heard the question, her stare fixed on those terrible eyes. “No,” she said, emphatically, once the words registered.
She flinched in surprise as she felt the wall against her back. Without realizing it, she had been slowly backing away. Cowering. She was trembling violently, her sword dangling at her side, as she stared in horror at the monster in her kitchen.
“Wake up!” she moaned.
Amira watched warily as the invader grabbed a knife. So, she had a weapon now, but it certainly wouldn't be much use. It would probably just get in the way, if anything, Amira thought, wondering why the woman-thing even bothered to...
Her eyes widened in shock as the blade sliced through flesh, returning the gaze and searching for a flinch, a look of pain, something to tell her that this creature was in some way normal. A human being, if demented and supernaturally skilled, rather than a beast. That prospect was shattered as the woman-thing tasted her own blood, and bile rose in Amira's throat. Shaking, she fought the urge to gag.
She barely heard the question, her stare fixed on those terrible eyes. “No,” she said, emphatically, once the words registered.
She flinched in surprise as she felt the wall against her back. Without realizing it, she had been slowly backing away. Cowering. She was trembling violently, her sword dangling at her side, as she stared in horror at the monster in her kitchen.
“Wake up!” she moaned.
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More and more, the vampire wanted this one to stay alive just a bit longer, a tad bit longer...this one made funny noises that kept the vampire amused. Slow and steady, Jenica raised the knife and licked every last drop of her own blood from the blade. She was insane, but she knew that her body needed the blood now to heal. When she finished, she glanced around the kitchen again, this time taking in the sparse trimmings. This human had moved in recently, or she had spartan taste...Jenica shook her head abruptly to clear such thoughts. Too human, much too human. Two nights in her sire's presence, and his mortal taste and trappings were already invading her head.
Don't care about the decor. It's unimportant. What's important is the sack of flesh before you, chock-full of all those pretty entrails and splashes of red. Focus, focus, focus.
As the vampire internalized her thoughts, her focus shifted as well. The world around her shrank, until she could just barely register sight and smell, and sound seemed distant.
The human's mouth words interrupted her concentration, and it was a conscious, forceful effort to draw her surroundings back and refocus on the human. She hadn't heard; she hadn't understood. And, still caught between her delirium dream and reality, she spoke out of reflex. A harsh, forceful word that sounded more cruel than she intended. Not that she cared.
"What?"
Don't care about the decor. It's unimportant. What's important is the sack of flesh before you, chock-full of all those pretty entrails and splashes of red. Focus, focus, focus.
As the vampire internalized her thoughts, her focus shifted as well. The world around her shrank, until she could just barely register sight and smell, and sound seemed distant.
The human's mouth words interrupted her concentration, and it was a conscious, forceful effort to draw her surroundings back and refocus on the human. She hadn't heard; she hadn't understood. And, still caught between her delirium dream and reality, she spoke out of reflex. A harsh, forceful word that sounded more cruel than she intended. Not that she cared.
"What?"
Amira rammed her head back against the wall with a thump, drawing a weary, shuddering sigh. What now? Nowhere to run, no way to fight...so what was she supposed to do? Even if this were all a dream, any pain, she knew from experience, would feel very real. But there seemed no way out at this point.
Wiping sweat and tears – no, not tears, surely; she wasn't, couldn't be crying – from her face, she regarded the invader through a dizzy haze. She looked...not quite all there, Amira thought. Perhaps, she pondered distantly, she could use that to an advantage. Or perhaps she could just go to sleep and hope that when she woke up, she'd be in her bed, warm, comfortable, and absolutely safe. Mm. That sounded best.
If this was real, however...She didn't understand. Why her? Why this? What could this woman-thing possibly want that would lead her to chase an innocent bystander into her home? That it would end in Amira's death, she was sure, but...why?
“What?” The voice was harsh, frighteningly so. How dare she, how dare this woman (thing) speak to Amira like that, considering the situation?
Amira looked up, her hysteria magnifying her annoyance. “I wasn't talking to you!” she snarled.
Wiping sweat and tears – no, not tears, surely; she wasn't, couldn't be crying – from her face, she regarded the invader through a dizzy haze. She looked...not quite all there, Amira thought. Perhaps, she pondered distantly, she could use that to an advantage. Or perhaps she could just go to sleep and hope that when she woke up, she'd be in her bed, warm, comfortable, and absolutely safe. Mm. That sounded best.
If this was real, however...She didn't understand. Why her? Why this? What could this woman-thing possibly want that would lead her to chase an innocent bystander into her home? That it would end in Amira's death, she was sure, but...why?
“What?” The voice was harsh, frighteningly so. How dare she, how dare this woman (thing) speak to Amira like that, considering the situation?
Amira looked up, her hysteria magnifying her annoyance. “I wasn't talking to you!” she snarled.
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Now the human was annoyed and yelling, and Jenica found herself further distanced. She was having trouble reorienting herself, and the human's shrieks weren't helping. Jenica found herself annoyed, and reflexively, she took a few steps toward the source of her annoyance, raising a fist in threat.
"Quiet."
Another rough word, barked from a raw throat. The vampire was hungry, and her meal stood inches away. Backed against the wall, nowhere to go and no place to hide, such a pretty little picture. Trembling with fear, and oh my, were those tears on her face? Delicious. Jenica thought she might enjoy licking them off.
She was closer now, much much closer, though forever aware of the blade in the woman's hand. She would need to find a way around it...she eyed the woman's fist, the tiny shadows in its crevices. She wondered if maybe...but the effort of moving shadows from such a distance exhausted her just from the thought. No, there had to be an easier way.
Her gaze moved up again. She wondered if the human was susceptible to suggestion. It was worth a shot.
"Drop that heavy thing."
She swayed, a serpent waiting for an opening.
"You'll feel much better."
"Quiet."
Another rough word, barked from a raw throat. The vampire was hungry, and her meal stood inches away. Backed against the wall, nowhere to go and no place to hide, such a pretty little picture. Trembling with fear, and oh my, were those tears on her face? Delicious. Jenica thought she might enjoy licking them off.
She was closer now, much much closer, though forever aware of the blade in the woman's hand. She would need to find a way around it...she eyed the woman's fist, the tiny shadows in its crevices. She wondered if maybe...but the effort of moving shadows from such a distance exhausted her just from the thought. No, there had to be an easier way.
Her gaze moved up again. She wondered if the human was susceptible to suggestion. It was worth a shot.
"Drop that heavy thing."
She swayed, a serpent waiting for an opening.
"You'll feel much better."
Gulping, Amira closed her mouth, falling immediately silent. Why? Why should she obey her? Nevertheless, she remained quiet, watching the woman-thing sullenly.
At the next order, her fingers loosened slightly, the hilt slipping in her grasp and almost falling, but she tightened her grip immediately, shaking her head. “It's not heavy,” she growled, tilting her chin up defiantly.
She might as well drop it, though. What good would the sword do her against a foe she couldn't get near enough to strike? None. None whatsoever. Still, she clung to the weapon as her only defense, her only semblance of control over the situation, despite the intense longing to let it fall to the ground.
She regarded the woman-thing seriously, still searching, without much hope, for a way out of this situation. There had to be a way. She just hadn't seen it yet.
Her forehead creasing with thought, she sighed wearily, looking off at some point above the other woman's shoulder. Her gaze soon became vacant, her grip on the hilt slackening slightly as she retreated into herself. Presently, she blinked slowly, indicating life, but her eyes themselves didn't move, didn't react to their surroundings. They just stared.
At the next order, her fingers loosened slightly, the hilt slipping in her grasp and almost falling, but she tightened her grip immediately, shaking her head. “It's not heavy,” she growled, tilting her chin up defiantly.
She might as well drop it, though. What good would the sword do her against a foe she couldn't get near enough to strike? None. None whatsoever. Still, she clung to the weapon as her only defense, her only semblance of control over the situation, despite the intense longing to let it fall to the ground.
She regarded the woman-thing seriously, still searching, without much hope, for a way out of this situation. There had to be a way. She just hadn't seen it yet.
Her forehead creasing with thought, she sighed wearily, looking off at some point above the other woman's shoulder. Her gaze soon became vacant, her grip on the hilt slackening slightly as she retreated into herself. Presently, she blinked slowly, indicating life, but her eyes themselves didn't move, didn't react to their surroundings. They just stared.
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Already the woman doubted her own words. Jenica rasped through a raw and tightened throat:
"Yes it is."
They were the last words she could manage for the moment. When it was so painful to talk that even a self-destructive creature as her winced, it was time to stop talking. She watch the woman sink deep into her own thoughts, sliding farther and farther from the world around her. The vampire bunched the muscles in her legs, waiting for the exact moment to strike. Even a natural predator knew better than to strike at random.
And there it was, clear upon the woman's blank face. The vampire moved forward, arms out -- intending to pin her prey against the wall, arms above the head, leaving oh so much skin beautifully exposed in the arms and neck.
One of the vampire's favorite positions, to have even more fun, leave the prey reeling, gorge herself...
"Yes it is."
They were the last words she could manage for the moment. When it was so painful to talk that even a self-destructive creature as her winced, it was time to stop talking. She watch the woman sink deep into her own thoughts, sliding farther and farther from the world around her. The vampire bunched the muscles in her legs, waiting for the exact moment to strike. Even a natural predator knew better than to strike at random.
And there it was, clear upon the woman's blank face. The vampire moved forward, arms out -- intending to pin her prey against the wall, arms above the head, leaving oh so much skin beautifully exposed in the arms and neck.
One of the vampire's favorite positions, to have even more fun, leave the prey reeling, gorge herself...
Amira was dreaming.
Her head swam with images, none she could grasp, none she could hold on to, all horrific...fangs, flesh, blood, tearing...and one word...
As the hands crashed into her, jolting her, her eyes snapped open, and she let out a deep gasp, as if emerging from the water half-drowned. “Vampire,” she whispered.
It took a split second for her to reorient herself to her surroundings. As she felt her arms being pinned above her, she tightened her hold on the sword's hilt, her other hand closing around the blade, which nicked her flesh painfully. She didn't care. She had to hold on. “Not heavy at all,” she hissed, hands tightening protectively around the weapon even as the faintest line of blood began to trickle down her wrist.
Simultaneously, she jerked a knee up with a grunt, trying to hit the vampire in the stomach or the chest. Or anywhere. She had been dreaming – which meant that this, this was unarguably real. The monster was real, the pain would be real, and if she died, there would be no waking up.
Her head swam with images, none she could grasp, none she could hold on to, all horrific...fangs, flesh, blood, tearing...and one word...
As the hands crashed into her, jolting her, her eyes snapped open, and she let out a deep gasp, as if emerging from the water half-drowned. “Vampire,” she whispered.
It took a split second for her to reorient herself to her surroundings. As she felt her arms being pinned above her, she tightened her hold on the sword's hilt, her other hand closing around the blade, which nicked her flesh painfully. She didn't care. She had to hold on. “Not heavy at all,” she hissed, hands tightening protectively around the weapon even as the faintest line of blood began to trickle down her wrist.
Simultaneously, she jerked a knee up with a grunt, trying to hit the vampire in the stomach or the chest. Or anywhere. She had been dreaming – which meant that this, this was unarguably real. The monster was real, the pain would be real, and if she died, there would be no waking up.
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It was at the moment of impact that the human female's observation slammed into Jenica's mind. The vampire succeeded in her mission, pinning the woman to the wall before her in the perfect pose for ripping flesh out by the chunk and spitting it onto the floor...but this woman had figured it out.
Jenica wasn't subtle about her species, but she wasn't obvious, either. She could've been a succubus, a dark elf, a nymph...but this woman had stumbled into the correct conclusion, and know knew exactly the fate that awaited her. Knew the death that was coming. Knew.
The vampire always liked the ones who worked the puzzle pieces together. It meant they could think, they could reason...they could fully appreciate the pain she was inflicting, and that she didn't care how much they hurt. But staring now into the woman's eyes, it was more than horror and fear that stared back. There was understanding there, too. The kind that came from experience. From seeing, and learning to believe.
The scent of fresh blood made the vampire giddy and drunk with the hunger in her belly. Her body screamed for the mending fluid, the tool to its own recovery, and, eyes glazed from bloodlust, Jenica wanted to give her body what it needed, for once. She eyed the trickle running along the human's arm, a slow, steady line that was just now reaching below the wrist and winding its way down. The vampire shuttered her eyes as the liquid began to pool in the crevice of her own hand, as she kept her prey pinned against the wall. Lovely gourmet. Think I'll have a taste, once it trickles a wee bit further, fills the crevice and breaks its own bond, then dribbles down...
The human's leg came up, into the vampire's stomach. She wore no armour, and only two days before her own sire had disemboweled her, leaving her with extensive internal wounds that hadn't finished healing. In a normal situation, the knee shot would serve to anger the animal bloodlust within, and they would be finding this human for weeks. But now, the hit actually made the weakened vampire see stars. The woman was a fighter, and her muscles were trained; the vampire's eyes rolled up as pain nearly as intense as the disembowelment itself overwhelmed her sense. Combined with the dizziness of healing, and the hunger itself, Jenica was lost inside her body.
Her hands released, and she stumbled back, gripping her belly and reeling. Her eyes were slits as she winced, but fought passing out - again - from the pain. It wouldn't do to lose consciousness in the presence of armed prey. It wouldn't do at all.
Back and back, until she was in the doorway, and grasped the frame. She leaned hard against it, concentrating on clearing the black spots from her vision, knowing that losing this support would leave her crashing to the ground.
She'd misjudged the prey. Thought it would give up, quick and easy, a nice little snack to start the night off. But this one wanted to fight, wanted to live. Always made the kill harder.
Jenica stared across the kitchen at the human, a wolf staring at hard to take down prey and evaluating the value of this kill. Something else would be easier. Another female, a petty vain thing, or a child, a young man seduced...anything other than this near-warrior. The vampire wasn't mended enough, didn't have a weapon, too weak to use the shadows from so far away to gouge the woman's eyes.
Now the vampire's thoughts swayed. She would heal, and return. This human would die by Jenica's hand...just not tonight. So now, I leave. Just turn, and walk - run, if needed - but leave. Leave...now. Now!
Her legs wouldn't move. The pain still made her weak. She would need to wait. In this room. With an armed human.
Her sire's warning to not underestimate humans wafted into her thoughts, and she narrowed her eyes in anger. She would rather die than admit he was right. She would not let this human best her. She would simply stand right where she was, unmoving, waiting for the pain to subside...and then she would leave.
The waiting game. But would the prey play?
Jenica wasn't subtle about her species, but she wasn't obvious, either. She could've been a succubus, a dark elf, a nymph...but this woman had stumbled into the correct conclusion, and know knew exactly the fate that awaited her. Knew the death that was coming. Knew.
The vampire always liked the ones who worked the puzzle pieces together. It meant they could think, they could reason...they could fully appreciate the pain she was inflicting, and that she didn't care how much they hurt. But staring now into the woman's eyes, it was more than horror and fear that stared back. There was understanding there, too. The kind that came from experience. From seeing, and learning to believe.
The scent of fresh blood made the vampire giddy and drunk with the hunger in her belly. Her body screamed for the mending fluid, the tool to its own recovery, and, eyes glazed from bloodlust, Jenica wanted to give her body what it needed, for once. She eyed the trickle running along the human's arm, a slow, steady line that was just now reaching below the wrist and winding its way down. The vampire shuttered her eyes as the liquid began to pool in the crevice of her own hand, as she kept her prey pinned against the wall. Lovely gourmet. Think I'll have a taste, once it trickles a wee bit further, fills the crevice and breaks its own bond, then dribbles down...
The human's leg came up, into the vampire's stomach. She wore no armour, and only two days before her own sire had disemboweled her, leaving her with extensive internal wounds that hadn't finished healing. In a normal situation, the knee shot would serve to anger the animal bloodlust within, and they would be finding this human for weeks. But now, the hit actually made the weakened vampire see stars. The woman was a fighter, and her muscles were trained; the vampire's eyes rolled up as pain nearly as intense as the disembowelment itself overwhelmed her sense. Combined with the dizziness of healing, and the hunger itself, Jenica was lost inside her body.
Her hands released, and she stumbled back, gripping her belly and reeling. Her eyes were slits as she winced, but fought passing out - again - from the pain. It wouldn't do to lose consciousness in the presence of armed prey. It wouldn't do at all.
Back and back, until she was in the doorway, and grasped the frame. She leaned hard against it, concentrating on clearing the black spots from her vision, knowing that losing this support would leave her crashing to the ground.
She'd misjudged the prey. Thought it would give up, quick and easy, a nice little snack to start the night off. But this one wanted to fight, wanted to live. Always made the kill harder.
Jenica stared across the kitchen at the human, a wolf staring at hard to take down prey and evaluating the value of this kill. Something else would be easier. Another female, a petty vain thing, or a child, a young man seduced...anything other than this near-warrior. The vampire wasn't mended enough, didn't have a weapon, too weak to use the shadows from so far away to gouge the woman's eyes.
Now the vampire's thoughts swayed. She would heal, and return. This human would die by Jenica's hand...just not tonight. So now, I leave. Just turn, and walk - run, if needed - but leave. Leave...now. Now!
Her legs wouldn't move. The pain still made her weak. She would need to wait. In this room. With an armed human.
Her sire's warning to not underestimate humans wafted into her thoughts, and she narrowed her eyes in anger. She would rather die than admit he was right. She would not let this human best her. She would simply stand right where she was, unmoving, waiting for the pain to subside...and then she would leave.
The waiting game. But would the prey play?
Amira's surprise was evident as she watched the vampire reel backwards in pain. She had thrown all her strength into the jab, but she certainly hadn't expected so violent a reaction, especially considering how out-of-practice she was in combat. Her eyes actually flickered with concern – she could imagine why; the monster didn't deserve it, certainly – before she narrowed them in anger and suspicion.
Her bleeding hand released the blade, the other pulling the sword into position as she sized up the injured vampire with cold eyes, waiting for her to recover and attack. It surely wouldn't take long before the creature reacted, and this time, Amira knew, the attack would be driven by fury. This time, however, Amira would be ready, and perhaps she would have gained a bit of an upper hand.
Her shock increased as the vampire didn't move, just leaned on the door frame. That didn't make sense. Amira certainly hadn't hit the thing hard enough to render it motionless, had she? There was something else going on, something she didn't understand.
She frowned, considering the possibilities. She could attack the monster right now, and she might just have the advantage. However, this behavior didn't fit what she'd seen of the vampire so far, which meant it could very well be a trick. She could approach the vampire, sword at the ready, only to have the creature leap at her and tear her throat out in one simple movement.
Or she could wait, and the creature would recover, and then tear Amira's throat out in one simple movement. Great choice.
Decision made, she moved forward, her eyes flicking over the vampire's body, watching for any unexpected shifts, any clenching muscles, anything that could mean a sudden attack. Trepidation still evident in her eyes, she moved closer to the vampire than she would have thought she could – at least not voluntarily – and reached out her sword to press the tip against the monster's throat.
“I told you to get out,” she spoke hoarsely, her voice quivering behind her false bravado.
Her bleeding hand released the blade, the other pulling the sword into position as she sized up the injured vampire with cold eyes, waiting for her to recover and attack. It surely wouldn't take long before the creature reacted, and this time, Amira knew, the attack would be driven by fury. This time, however, Amira would be ready, and perhaps she would have gained a bit of an upper hand.
Her shock increased as the vampire didn't move, just leaned on the door frame. That didn't make sense. Amira certainly hadn't hit the thing hard enough to render it motionless, had she? There was something else going on, something she didn't understand.
She frowned, considering the possibilities. She could attack the monster right now, and she might just have the advantage. However, this behavior didn't fit what she'd seen of the vampire so far, which meant it could very well be a trick. She could approach the vampire, sword at the ready, only to have the creature leap at her and tear her throat out in one simple movement.
Or she could wait, and the creature would recover, and then tear Amira's throat out in one simple movement. Great choice.
Decision made, she moved forward, her eyes flicking over the vampire's body, watching for any unexpected shifts, any clenching muscles, anything that could mean a sudden attack. Trepidation still evident in her eyes, she moved closer to the vampire than she would have thought she could – at least not voluntarily – and reached out her sword to press the tip against the monster's throat.
“I told you to get out,” she spoke hoarsely, her voice quivering behind her false bravado.
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Hate.
It was the only word strong enough for the emotion welling within the vampire, as pain continued to roll through her body in waves. The woman's kick had managed to damage already-fragile inner organs enough that it would take at least another week to repair. And Jenica hated the limiting factor of the pain. She was braced against the wall, unable to let go or move away, lest she collapse to the ground. And as the pain continued, she was filled with the certainty that she would indeed fall should she release her support.
Hate.
Her eyes filled to the top with crimson as waves of this emotion plummeted her mind. She hated being unable to move, unable to fight or even flee. She wasn't proud; she had no honor. She needed to leave. The human wanted her to leave. And if she could leave, she would leave.
But she couldn't. And she had the pain - and therefore, the human - to thank for that.
A cold blade nestled into her throat, and she flicked those bloody eyes to her prey. The hate welled within them, powerful enough that even the shadows nearby quivered in response. The human's false courage meant nothing; the blade she held did. It was a physical threat, demanding a hardened, violent response. And the vampire stood paralyzed, unable to deliver the needed strike.
Helpless.
She closed her eyes, focusing herself. Trying to calm down. She'd felt helpless in Bela's presence, because he was naturally superior. Stronger, faster, crueller and more insane in the ways that counted. But this human...to be helpless in front of something so weak...unable to act out the homicidal rage with now hummed in her veins. It made her restless, and yet still she remained still, unable to move. The only release was her glare.
She opened her eyes once again, fixing the human's gaze. Death stared at the woman, death filled with agony and hatred and hell itself. Jenica was frustrated, trapped, unable to move. If the human came any closer, she'd lose something valuable. The vampire couldn't walk, but her free arm still had power in it. And at that precise moment, the threat was clear upon her face, in her tension, her silence and stillness.
But she was still paralyzed. And now, even through the fog of emotions, she felt herself sliding down the wall. She tightened her grip, holding herself in place, but her legs were giving out. In another few moments, she would collapse straight down, and no amount of steel would stop the momentum.
Well, shit.
Before she'd been murderous; now she looked annoyed. Her ravaged and malnourished body was betraying her in every possible way.
It was the only word strong enough for the emotion welling within the vampire, as pain continued to roll through her body in waves. The woman's kick had managed to damage already-fragile inner organs enough that it would take at least another week to repair. And Jenica hated the limiting factor of the pain. She was braced against the wall, unable to let go or move away, lest she collapse to the ground. And as the pain continued, she was filled with the certainty that she would indeed fall should she release her support.
Hate.
Her eyes filled to the top with crimson as waves of this emotion plummeted her mind. She hated being unable to move, unable to fight or even flee. She wasn't proud; she had no honor. She needed to leave. The human wanted her to leave. And if she could leave, she would leave.
But she couldn't. And she had the pain - and therefore, the human - to thank for that.
A cold blade nestled into her throat, and she flicked those bloody eyes to her prey. The hate welled within them, powerful enough that even the shadows nearby quivered in response. The human's false courage meant nothing; the blade she held did. It was a physical threat, demanding a hardened, violent response. And the vampire stood paralyzed, unable to deliver the needed strike.
Helpless.
She closed her eyes, focusing herself. Trying to calm down. She'd felt helpless in Bela's presence, because he was naturally superior. Stronger, faster, crueller and more insane in the ways that counted. But this human...to be helpless in front of something so weak...unable to act out the homicidal rage with now hummed in her veins. It made her restless, and yet still she remained still, unable to move. The only release was her glare.
She opened her eyes once again, fixing the human's gaze. Death stared at the woman, death filled with agony and hatred and hell itself. Jenica was frustrated, trapped, unable to move. If the human came any closer, she'd lose something valuable. The vampire couldn't walk, but her free arm still had power in it. And at that precise moment, the threat was clear upon her face, in her tension, her silence and stillness.
But she was still paralyzed. And now, even through the fog of emotions, she felt herself sliding down the wall. She tightened her grip, holding herself in place, but her legs were giving out. In another few moments, she would collapse straight down, and no amount of steel would stop the momentum.
Well, shit.
Before she'd been murderous; now she looked annoyed. Her ravaged and malnourished body was betraying her in every possible way.
Amira came no closer; she had made some near-fatal choices in the presence of the vampire, but she wasn't a complete idiot. She saw the look in the creature's eyes, akin to rage, but much more potent, and she kept her distance, knowing better than to mess with an emotion that dangerous.
She also saw the vampire's slow slide down the wall, however, and that confused her. She knew her kick couldn't have done that – a previous injury, perhaps? Whatever was wrong with the female, it looked painful.
She wasn't sure why she spoke. Part of it, certainly, was that she didn't want this vampire passing out in her kitchen, and waking up in a pain-intensified rage. That would make for an interesting morning. Surely she wasn't concerned for the monster who'd chased her home and tried to kill her. That would be ridiculous. Beyond ridiculous. Insanity. Nonetheless, whatever her motivation, she spoke: “Do you need a healer or something to look at you? You look pretty awful.” Don't talk to it. Why are you talking to it? “I'm sure there's somewhere you could go...far, far away from here,” she added, but the words didn't come out as vicious as she'd meant them to. Damn.
Maybe she should just try to kill it.
She also saw the vampire's slow slide down the wall, however, and that confused her. She knew her kick couldn't have done that – a previous injury, perhaps? Whatever was wrong with the female, it looked painful.
She wasn't sure why she spoke. Part of it, certainly, was that she didn't want this vampire passing out in her kitchen, and waking up in a pain-intensified rage. That would make for an interesting morning. Surely she wasn't concerned for the monster who'd chased her home and tried to kill her. That would be ridiculous. Beyond ridiculous. Insanity. Nonetheless, whatever her motivation, she spoke: “Do you need a healer or something to look at you? You look pretty awful.” Don't talk to it. Why are you talking to it? “I'm sure there's somewhere you could go...far, far away from here,” she added, but the words didn't come out as vicious as she'd meant them to. Damn.
Maybe she should just try to kill it.
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Jenica Sabiny
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Insane. This female was insane. She was offering assistance to a murderer - one who wanted to murder her. But there she stood, offering all the same, while the vampire struggled to remain upright.
The pain was subsiding, a slow dribble down her spine, but she still couldn't take a step, couldn't straighten her legs and pull herself upright. She was still helpless in so many ways - and the human was reacting to that.
It was a weakness. Jenica decided to exploit it. She had no sense of loyalty, and wouldn't feel indebted to this human for any aid offered.
She opened her mouth to speak, and a slight shiver rustled in her belly. She'd forgotten the damage to her tortured lungs. Frustration once again settled through her features, and she closed her mouth and shook her head. She tapped her throat, then, and shook her head once more. No more speaking right now. Not without...
The vampire's gaze fixed on the female's throat for a long moment, then vanished as the creature shuttered her eyes. It wasn't an option at the moment; this female was too determined to live.
The pain was subsiding, a slow dribble down her spine, but she still couldn't take a step, couldn't straighten her legs and pull herself upright. She was still helpless in so many ways - and the human was reacting to that.
It was a weakness. Jenica decided to exploit it. She had no sense of loyalty, and wouldn't feel indebted to this human for any aid offered.
She opened her mouth to speak, and a slight shiver rustled in her belly. She'd forgotten the damage to her tortured lungs. Frustration once again settled through her features, and she closed her mouth and shook her head. She tapped her throat, then, and shook her head once more. No more speaking right now. Not without...
The vampire's gaze fixed on the female's throat for a long moment, then vanished as the creature shuttered her eyes. It wasn't an option at the moment; this female was too determined to live.