Just One Night.(Open)

[risen]

A place of the Gods. Or so Rome was known to be. It was known for quite a few things. Some of which Zain would never see. Like the sunsets over the ocean on the coast of Rome. He had seen it many times in drawlings..but they never really captured a sunsets true beauty. Maybe one day..



The music was silent and romantic. The people around him were vigorous and cheerful. That was the Italy. But tonight was a special night for Zain. Tonight he was going out of his way for his prey. Which happened to be a young woman by the name of Simca. She was very pretty with her long pinkish blond hair that went all the way down to the tip of her ass. Her eyes held so much life with there blueish colored hue. Her smile so cheerful as she listened to me talk my trails of lies to her. It was a shame she was to be my midnight meal..., To be truthful Id much rather make her my new little pet...., Zains thoughts often wavered from animal instinct to being..human to a point.

He had never turned anyway and to be honest he did not plan to. This fine beauty before him was going to be a succulent morsel that he would savor as he got up and walked around the table to her. His hand extended out to hers. His green eyes laying a trance like spell into her own. He knew this look all to well. It was the look of lust. Yes this woman did not see Zain as a creature, she saw him a elixir to her sex. Someone to really make her beg for satisfaction. Luckily for her Zain was rather..skilled. Its true, you cant live so long and go without sex. Well you could but who would want to do that? Slowly she placed her soft hands into his icey cool ones as he pulled her to her feet with ease to him. Her small body very attractive. Not much in the breasts, maybe only a c-cup. But her heart shaped ass more than made up for it as he moved his hand down to her lower back while leaning close to her ear. Her scent rose into his nostrils and made his body come alive as he spoke in a soft Irish accent.

"My dear..Would you join me..for a stroll in the night?"

She was speechless with him so close to the point she only nodded her head. It was not long till he had her in the ally way. Shirt ripped and her pale breasts glimmering in the moon light. She was ready..but something happened that turned Zain off rather fast. Prey that was to eager to throw there body's to him were rather boring. He would not show it though as his hands ran against her breasts, His thumb rubbing against the small mound of her nipple. His lips hot and soft as they met hers. Her body must have exploded into ecstasy as he broke the kiss and bite into ever so gently. He was a gentlemen after all, He saw no need to tear people apart like most vampires do. No this was like drinking wine. One must do it with class. And class meant making it feel good, in which is dead as his hands skillfully played against her sex making her quiver and moan while her life was slowly sucked away.

After a few minutes Zain rain his tongue over his lips licking the droplets of blood as he eased her down. Someone would surely miss her..but that was not his problem now. With that he turned and decided he would take a stroll and head to wards the coast.

[Evelyn]

The room itself was dark, with the only source of light coming from the rest of the city. Blue eyes narrowly gazed from behind the glass, peering down at the buildings and the streets below her. Even from the twenty-second floor, she could still hear the feint sounds of cars making their way across the busy streets, and the mumbled words from the people that filled the sidewalks. There were so many of them, and from up here they appeared just as tiny as they truly were in her mind. A pale finger repeatedly pressed against the glass, and one by one those tiny little people became squashed, so fragile and helpless like little ants. Her eyes never left the streets as her other hand reached out to grasp a glass and bring it to her plump lips, bare with the exception of a slight red stain that ringed around the inside. Tilting her head back, she let whatever red wine was left slip down her throat. After all, he did spend so much money on this bottle. It would've been so rude of her to leave it to waste. "I had such a lovely time tonight, Carlo, but I'm afraid our little date must come to an end."

Setting the glass down, she turned from the window to look at the man sprawled out across soft, fluffy hotel sheets. He truly was a beautiful man, one that aged like the fine wine he spoiled her with, tonight. It was the only reason she had chosen this man who was somewhere around fifty instead of a younger male who was closer to the age she appeared as. He wasn't much of a looker, but as stated before, that blood of his aged so beautifully. Sliding her knees on either side of him, she grasped her hands around his jaw and neck and pulled up his limp face and body toward her with such ease, as though he were a little rag doll for her to play with. "You really should've put on a jacket, love. I told you that it was going to be a frigid night." A purr rang through his deaf ears as she lowered her face toward a huge, gaping wound in his neck, courtesy of Evelyn O'dell. This woman never failed to give them a night to die for.

Running her tongue along torn flesh and muscle, Her lips pressed against his wound as she took a few more suckles, finishing of her kiss of death. His dry body was dropped onto the floor, so frail that his neck fully snapped off from the impact, and a black heel had to step in front it's path to keep it from rolling. "Now, love, I won't be having any runaway corpses. Stay put." Said so nonchalantly as she picked up a tiny black tube, popped off the lid, and slid a dark crimson stick along he base of her lip. A slight moan pushed past her lips as they smacked and rubbed against each other, looking as dark and beautiful as she felt with the fresh blood rushing through her veins. Oh, the night was so young, and she was just getting started.

Italy had been both blessed and cursed with her presence, for tonight. As she made her way across a street, a few pedestrians stopped to take a second look at this magnificent walking work of art before them. She couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth in what they would mistake as a flattered smile. She wasn't the least flattered by their amazed, perverted gazes, but the horrible habit of always wanting what they could obviously never have was always so amusing to watch. Never mind the fact that she wouldn't dare touch a human in any intimate way, but these three little boys combined couldn't possibly become someone that fit her standards.

It didn't really matter where she went, the simple fact was that she was gorgeous, and the more dangerous fact was that she knew just how amazingly beautiful they all saw her to be. They would continue watching those slender hips swinging back and forth as her long, smooth legs gracefully walked away from them, heading down a short distance before turning and moving out of their view down a flight of stairs leading to a sandy bottom. One would probably have to cock their head sideways or arch a brow at the attire she wore in such a scene. In five inch heels and a smooth, black silk dress, certainly she would look much better sitting in an expensive restaurant or wine-tasting out by a vineyard in the country. But no, she was perfectly comfortable where she was at now, standing above nothing but sand as icy blue eyes gazed toward the complete darkness in front of her. She was far from being the vicious, predatory woman she was just moments before. With a fully quenched thirst and no worries lingering in her mind, she would be perfectly content for the next few hours, simply enjoy this secluded space around her with no sounds except the roaring waves as they beat against the shore.

[risen]

Running his fingers against the old stone of the buildings had him thinking. So many years these buildings stood here. So many things they must have seen, weather it be passion or murder. Every building had its tale. But just like Zain he had his own set of tales that he gave everyday into each new victim. Yet the problem was that these tales he made every night were very repetitive. Now Zain was a very good looking fine man. Not overly stunning. But good enough to be known that he is real. The problem with that still is he easily lures young woman and old woman alike into his web of deceit before sucking them dry.

Night after endlessly night. If he could have it to where he never had to feed on another human again then he would.
He was a animal at heart for crying out loud! And these little lambs just held no challenge. He wanted a woman who could just look at him as he stare into his eyes and tell him right out. I see your deceit fair gentlemen and I see your fangs. You can not fool me and I will become noones meal tonight. That is what he wanted. THAT...but a human could most likely not give him that. And so as his thought ended he made way to the shore as planned. He wanted to relaxes upon the beach and gaze upon the mother moon and her children of stars around her. He always found it interesting looking at the moon. ..But something else was now catching his eye.

As he stepped across the street and began to walk down the old wooden walk way that lead to the beach he noticed something..rather someone. A young woman with quite the dazzlingly array of features. Yet..she held no scent of Human about her. Her scent was different. A strong willed aura of sorts.

"Well now what do we have here?"

Interested on who this guest was that was trespassing upon the spot he dare lay claim to he wanted to meet her as he quickly yet gracefully caught up to her before hoping up onto the rail with his hands in his pocket while looking down upon her. His eyes were a vibrant green in the night and could easily be seen to her as he narrowed them.

"I see..., And who..might you be?"

[Evelyn]

With her back against the coarse rocks behind her, She took in an unneeded breath of air and slowly let it back out, watching it instantly freeze and turn into a smoky fog that drifted away into the frigid night. Not a single goosebump roughened up her flawless skin. In fact, had it not been for the subtle clues like bare trees, the covered-up attire the people wore this evening, or the sight of her breath, Evelyn wouldn't had bothered to register that the season was either late fall or winter. She couldn't tell you the exact month or date of this particular cold night, though. Other than knowing when the sun disappears and reappears again, time was rather unimportant since it held no particular effect on her.

His presence was already known of well before he was within sight range of her. A slight sniff revealed the underlining of death within the salty mist, a smell she wouldn't mistake as a lifeless corpse lying somewhere near. No, this corpse moved, and was undoubtedly creeping closer and closer to where she stood. She wasn't a big fan of company; as far as she was concerned, the more was definitely not much merrier.

No offense at all to anyone, including the oncoming visitor. She was simply born a creature of solitude, having depended on truly no one but herself for the past century and a half, and she found that she very much enjoyed her alone time without the nuisance of others disturbing her space. Closing her eyes, she allowed her other senses to monitor the coming of this vampire. Footsteps coming within hearing range, this was most definitely a male, not terribly tall yet taller than her no doubt judging by the paused time in between each footstep. His blood would've sent off a different clue though with the strong scent of estrogen rushing through it. It wasn't terribly uncommon for vampires to automatically be drawn to draining from humans of the opposite sex. Evelyn herself rarely found herself gulping up a female.

Tilting her chin upward, she opened her eyes again at the sound of his voice above her. "I see..." Yes, she was right below him in full view, and doubted that he was in any need of lens for better vision. She doubted that he meant that little comment literally though as his eyes narrowly gazed into hers. "And who..might you be?"

Even someone as animal-like as Evelyn had a few taboos and morals that she followed strictly. Children should never be touched with these fangs, crime scenes were always staged up properly to appear as anything but a vampire feast, food was to be hunted, not stolen or bought, and her name was never spoken from her own lips. Arrogant on her part, perhaps, but she really saw no reason for him to specifically label her as Evelyn O'dell. If he was curious enough, he could always travel to London, sometime, where there were more than enough rumors and widowed girls to tell him all about the woman he currently held an interest in.

Pushing herself off from the small cliff behind her, she brushed off her dressed as she took a few steps forward, only to turn around and face the vampire once more. Instantly, one heel took a long stride forward while the other pushed off the sand below her, and with such unnatural grace, it would've almost appeared as though she simple walked up the rock wall instead of climbing it, hopping over the metal railing her little visitor place himself on and landing on the paved sidewalk with such a quiet clack. "Well, that all depends on who exactly you are." She calmly responded to his question, and she wasn't really asking for a name, although she expected that as his next reply.

Her intention was to merely find out his purpose for approaching her, whether it was merely the scent of another vampire he caught and became curious about, or her beauty that he spotted from a long distance away. Was he the type that roamed around the world as freely as she did, or did he claim this area specifically as his own, seeing her as competition and wanting her out? One would be surprised of the type of vampires Evelyn found herself confronted by. Her body faced away from him, posture perfectly relaxed as she kept her head twisted and icy blue eyes directly on him. She learned very quickly to keep herself prepared for anything with newcomers. Humans could be so crazy, especially the ones that had been turned into undead corpses.

[risen]

Hm this was actually a disappointment to him. He had hoped it was the woman who had turned him into what he is now those many, many moons ago. With a sigh he stepped down onto the pavement and leaned against the railing while looking upon the young vampiress before him. Very elegant and graceful with her movements..but she held the charm and demeanor of a snake. He could read alot about her just by how she dressed and moved.

Now for a human he would have simply thought that such a young attractive woman wearing such a dress in the cold was only asking for the company of a man to warm her up. But Zain saw the picture for what it truly was. Lure a simpleminded man who only thought with his dick to your web..and then suck him dry.

It was a very effective technique that many of our kind used. If the long years have given us anything it would be the ability to charm and seduce. Yet with the years comes something of equal value that is taken away. Our ability to love. Over times our emotions become as cold as our heart. Such is the price of immortality and knowledge.

Did this happen to the woman before him he wondered? Or was she just naturally this chilling to be around. Not even enough decency to show her face to him. Heh..what a bitch. But he enjoyed it to a extent just like all men.

"Do forgive me. I thought you were someone else. Hm who am I though? Well no one to special. Just a wondering man in search for alittle fun in this eternal cold nightmare."

Maybe nightmare was not the right choice of words. But nor was dream. It had its good days and bad. Kinda like everyday life of a human...


"My name if you must know is Zain Anastasia. And I find it interesting your the only other vampire around this area from what I can tell. So then, I believe you should tell me your name..or are you nameless?"

[Evelyn]

Not a single movement went unnoticed, from his subtle sigh to when he stood on the sidewalk and leaned back against the railing. Rarely would there ever be a specific detail about her surroundings that she wouldn't take a slight note of in her mind. Appearing calm and quiet on the surface, she was anything but as thoughts and senses paid attention to much more than just the vampire that stood before her now. A slight breeze could be felt brushing against her bare skin, and about a block away, the rustled sound of paper was heard as it traveled in her direction with the wind. Across the street, she didn't need to take a glance to know that there were two humans, one the scent of male and the other a female, who strolled along intimately close to one another. Being so observant was a rather old habit that she never bothered to drop since the day she woke up dead.

His comment was almost insulting. How could Evelyn possibly be mistaken for another individual? She wouldn't consider herself remotely similar to anyone of her kind, and the reason for that had nothing to do with the desire to different. She wouldn't take any heart-felt offense, though, and merely shrugged instead. The way he spoke easily gave away that he wasn't remotely from the current era. "... eternal cold nightmare." She guessed that he could've been anywhere from a century to five with language like that. Oldies could be incredibly dull, but yet they could also be a bit of fun, too. Hmm, and wasn't fun just the thing that this old boy was looking for?

She didn't need to know his name, but like mentioned before, she figured that he'd give it, anyways, despite the fact that she'd most likely forget it after tonight. "I'm not nameless." She answered, yet unlike this boy, she still didn't find any reason to mention her name, still. Why limit him to labeling her with just one name? Let him pick out something for himself; it really wouldn't matter what he called her, anyways. "Zain Anastasia... that's hardly Italian." Heels pivoted as she made the comment, and immediately began to walk down the sidewalk. feeling rather bored being in one spot for too long. Whether her followed her or not didn't matter, but she figured that she'd make slight conversation, just in case. "What brings you to Italy?"

[risen]

Zain had nothing better to do as he decided to follower her for a stroll in the night. Hmm so she was not nameless she claimed was she? For now she would be to him but a midnight ghost upon the streets. Most likely after this night they would not meet again.

But that was just the way things were. We were immortal, therefor there was a whole world for us to see...again...and again.

Your correct. Its not Italian. Its Russian but long ago my for fathers moved to Ireland and decided to call it home. Ever since then our noble name has been passed down..Though it left me with the last sole survivor of that name. That is if you consider someone who died so many years ago a survivor?

They walked and walked it seemed for time was nothing but a hindrance on those only alive. People passed by and stared at the two beautiful couple that was she and I. Some jealous, some envious that such beauty and looks were passable upon people. Zain paid it no mind. They were animals to feed on..and from the cold look upon this womans face she most likely thought the same.

As for coming here..,well thats abit personal..considering its coming from one who does not even share her name upon me.

Zain halted now as he looked at her and sighed.

Give me your name..,something to call you by or we go our separate ways.

It was abit sudden but Zain did not like playing games unless he was doing the mind games. She was going to open up one way or another. Besides that, everyone has there own tale. Expecialy us vampires who have lived a tale that has gone on for far to long...., but ironicly we still continue to right this tragic tale of life day by endless day.

[Evelyn]

She almost instantly regretted starting a conversation the second his words brushed against her sensitive ears. Being told long, drawn out stories was an incredible annoyance, especially if the story was about a stranger's past. She neither cared that he was the last sole survivor of anything, much less a simple name. She continued walking though, with the same blank expression staring straight ahead as other wandering thoughts crossed her mind. It had almost slipped her memory that there was still a corpse laying beside her bed in the hotel room, and now that she thought about it, Evelyn wasn't quite sure whether or not the Do Not Disturb sign was placed on the doorknob. No matter, she just wouldn't return to that room, which held nothing of importance to her anyways. Oh, except there was her purse that she had left on the bathroom counter. Clarice was certainly not going to be too happy when she discovers that her ID was missing, only to have the cops charging her with murder later. Damn, Evelyn was going to miss having a landlord that looked somewhat similar to herself, if perhaps she was looked at from behind with squinted eyes that tilted ever-so-slightly.

To say that she hardly noticed the many passerbys would be a lie. Her eyes wouldn't really need to shift and move to catch a glance of each human, who's slightly tensed, envious expressions were almost too damn predictable. As they walked by, their scents whiffed through her nose, and each one was carefully examined and processed through her mind. Some were flowing with testosterone, others with estrogen, and all of them with far too much of each hormone rushing through their veins, which meant that they were mostly young. Some had extremely low alcohol content, while other scents were so strong that she half-expected them to bump into her as they made their way pass her. All of them were hardly unlucky enough to become her next meal, and that was of course the only reason she had paid any mind to these feeble creatures, anyways, no matter how much they would wish otherwise.

Humans of this current era really made hunting all too easy. When she had first started out, during times when vampires existed in nightmares (not fantasies), adaptation and camouflage were the key to a successful hunt. She was far from human, but in order to catch one she had to be like one. A wolf in sheep's clothing, she would stalk among them and pick out the victim with a strategic, seductive trap of beauty and falsely promised love. Most of the time, she used the same technique now, but whereas before her prey would run at the first site of fangs, now they practically begged to become like her at the site of those same fangs. Pathetic souls, as if her un-beating heart would feel any desire to sire a human. They should really quit reading those sappy, vampire romance novels.

Even if she was capable of loving anything, the thought of being with a human was so repulsive that it would almost cause her to gag. Humans were humans, not vampires, and Evelyn was strictly against bestiality. Others could argue that vampires were create from humans, and she would agree but simply argue back that she did not and walk off. She was not the same as them in any way. Humans were simply her cattle, and what sane farmer would ever find themselves emotionally attached to a being they raised to slaughter?

A smirk couldn't help but twitch as a light chuckled slicked through her lips. His words nearly mocked themselves in her mind. As for coming here... well that's a bit personal. Sure, the old boy was ready to spill out a part of his family's moving history, which had nothing to do with what she asked, but when he finally came around to answering her question, he decided that it was too personal to share. She supposed that it was better that he didn't answer, anyways, given the way that he seemed to enjoy answering questions with a story. A simple response such as, "I'm here on vacation." would've sufficed, but she had a feeling that he must enjoy telling people all about his own personal story, for some reason highly unknown to her.

She didn't stop walking just because he had, until after he demanded her name one last time. Abruptly, heels ceased in front of him, the silence sharply cutting through the short distance between them. For a moment she just stood there as a breeze whistled by, bringing with it a scent that had sparked her interest. He wouldn't see the wicked grin spread across her flawless face as her nostrils flared out more to take in a stronger smell. He was divine, not the vampire who her back faced but the human that was about a mile further down this road. With a scent so sweet, she had to pause to be sure that this wasn't an innocent child heading her way. Indeed, it wasn't, just a human who kept himself healthy for about twenty years or so. Yes, he was young, yet old enough that she wouldn't mind ending his life. First thing was first, though. She couldn't simply leave his statement unanswered. After all, he was so keen in finding out her name that he had threatened to separate if she didn't tell him something.

Turning just her head around, she smirked at him as her heels began to walk away from him."Then I guess, Zain, that this is where we say goodbye.

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It was like telling a child to not touch the hot stove, then expecting them to not wonder what would happen if they did. Honestly, him knowing her name wasn't that big of a deal to her, until he made it out to be like that, of course. Instigating was always a fun hobby for this little vampire who enjoyed testing and stretching people to their very limits for the sole purpose of amusement and to see what what they would do. Was this really goodbye? Would this boy, who found himself so easily able to approach and share a few stories with her, find it so easy to simply walk off without that lingering curiosity stroking the back of his mind? One thing was for certain, this conversation was already forgotten by Evelyn as she turned her head back around and continued walking, staring at a shadow figure that slowly made its way toward her. She was now completely focused, like a wild cheetah stalking up to a gazelle. As eerie as it was perfect, there were no other souls along this street anymore. Just the vampire who she left behind, herself, and her lovely dessert that obliviously wandered right in her direction.[/blockquote]

[risen]

O Zain could more than easily walk away from the stuck up cold bitch of a vampire walking in front of him. Her rudeness to others seemed to hold no bounds. And that was a big mistake as Zain picked up his pace before standing in front of her as he shot his hand forth to grab her neck quickly. Zains eye was twitching as he tightened his grip considerably.

It was vampires like her that gave them all bad names. To Zain now she was nothing more than trash. As he eyes her he could only scoff at her. She dressed seductivly.., showed her body off in all the right ways. Acted elegant.. But underneath it all she was a blood thirsty monster with a bottomless appetite and ice for a heart. It was a wonder she made it this far really.

So you think you are hot shit do you? Well I have news for you sweetheart, Your pissing off the wrong guy. I was going to be nice and share this town with you until I left..But now I'm Marjory reconsidering. Now then how about a sorry before I really lose my temper you snot nosed little child.

Yea..Zain was annoyed. There was Nobility in his blood and it came out sometimes. Especially when people approached his kindness like this.
Fortunately there were not alot of spectators around or else someone would be screaming that I was beating this woman. Little did they know that this woman could most likely handle herself. If she could or could not did not matter to Zain. If she did not learn some respect then he would gladly beat it into her before kicking her out of this city. He glared his eyes now upon her before speaking in a even colder voice.

SPEAK UP! Do I make my self clear?!

[Evelyn]

It wouldn't take long before her focus was abruptly interrupted as he rudely stepped in front of her, and only a single moment later she would find her neck trapped between his strong, bone-crushing fingers. Well, perhaps they were incredibly strong to a human. For Evelyn, however, this little move had her assuming that he couldn't possibly be as old as she had previously assumed him to be. Either that or he was incredibly stupid and obviously hadn't got the memo that air wasn't a necessity to survive as a vampire. Really, she almost found herself chuckling in his face at this ridiculous move.

She held no amused expression, however. Her flawless face would have almost appeared as being completely relaxed, except her narrowed eyes purposely gave her intentions away almost instantly. There was no sign of anger or annoyance as she stared up to meet his gaze, and what a pathetic gaze she found it to be as she caught a few subtle twitches. There weren't any amusement or chuckling thoughts, either. She simply stood as still as a cold statue between his tightening grip, not coughing or choking once. Not a single organ moved, not even those focused eyes, but behind them were many thoughts that would make any human, and even some vampires, squirm in such an uncomfortable way.

The childish reason behind his violent act hardly mattered at this point, nor did his words which went unnoticed as they slipped through one ear and floated straight out of the other. The situation before her was simply a sired human, not a vampire, who let his super strength and insecurities get to his better logic. Ignorantly, he pushed himself in front of her, probably assuming that his gender or size automatically put him in some sort of advantage. There were many flaws that he had made in the only second that it took him to perform this little stunt, and to call him a fool would almost be a compliment. She didn't bother thinking up of a more demeaning word at the time, however. More useful thoughts lurked through her mind on how to eliminate this current, tiny threat before her. After that was taken care of, she'd deal out her usual smart-ass remarks and would address his rude behavior, if she decided to let him live long enough for that.

She didn't respond to his order, as if he thought he was the superior being here. After standing perfectly still during his little speech, her shoulders were the first to move as they tensed and lowered themselves. Her eyes stayed on his, it's gaze far too predatory to even be compared to normal, human eyes. Like a lioness or cheetah on hunt, her focus was on him alone as a low growl slowly rumbled through her chest. She wouldn't release that growl, however, and let it simmer down before her dark lips parted slightly to speak. With a low, monotone voice, only slightly strained from his grip, she responded. "Let me introduce myself."

He would seriously have some mental issues if he thought she would actually obey his command as though she were some puppy he could train. A vicious snarl ripped through her neck, vibrating against his fingers before rolling out passed her lips. Taking one step back, her heel slammed against the pavement with such a force that a small crack echoed through the streets. Pulling her body back, she yanked her head, tearing her neck away from his grip. Blood splattered nearly everywhere, including on herself and undoubtably the little idiot standing opposite of her. The gash would've been deadly for a mortal, perhaps, who would've found themselves gasping desperately for air right about now. She still remained upright as her hand slipped under her chin to make up for the support she temporarily loss. What an absolute idiot to think that she wouldn't sacrifice a chunk of nothing but skin and muscle in order to free herself from his grip. As soon as it had been ripped open, her neck already began healing itself, slowly reforming and reconnecting before their eyes. The only true injury from this was the amount of blood she lost, but it wasn't enough to cause starvation. Besides, although her previous prey had turned and went down a different block, there was food that practically begged to be eaten .. right in front of her.

He had no reason to justify his vulgar act, and she was more than positive nothing she did was deserving of this rude behavior. Simply not giving someone enough attention or a name was not a good enough reason to threaten them with violence. If he wanted his little male ego stroked, he should've bought a stripper, not approach a female vampire. One thing was for certain, however, his stupidity wouldn't bring him even close to what he wanted from her.

Despite how every bone instinctively wished this threat to permanently lay still, however, a fight wasn't what she found herself interested in at the time. Whether he wanted to believe it or not, this area was far from being his territory, but she didn't find any use in arguing with him about that. Her evening had been so relaxed without this nuisance around, and her good mood wasn't about to be ruined for such stupid reasons. Still, once she was able to take a breath in, she did so hissingly, her lips curling back as she removed her hand from holding her chin. The wound it covered was still far from being fully healed. She changed her mind about introducing herself as her lips parted to speak again. Her voice was able to coarsely speak out, cutting through the air in a calm, yet viciously warning tone. "Go you're own separate way, and I'll go mine."

She didn't make a counter attack, but she wouldn't make the mistake of letting him have a second strike. With slightly curled fingers, and every muscled tensed, her entire body was focused on him and ready to move the very moment he did. There wasn't an ounce of fear shivering down her spine, and her eyes quickly gave that away as narrowly pierced into his gaze. No, this little boy was far from anything scary. She was merely taking precautions in making sure that his useless hands weren't lucky enough to touch her again. "You'd be much better off not knowing who I am."

[risen]

You are a ignorant selfish little bitch of a child. Its a wonder you have not been hunted and killed. With that attitude of yours its enough to make me want to drive a stake threw that black heart of yours. What in your right mind lets you think you can act this way? Because your a vampire? Woopdy fucking do. So Am I. So are several others. You are no better than many of the damned humans who hate upon each other. In short you are just a animal. And your attitude makes you disgustingly unattractive.

Zain stood there slightly regretting loosing his temper and choking her, but his instincts sometime play hell with his body in taking over. Yes they were hunters and partly monsters. But that was more reason to be disciplined in the art of mannerism and how to approach others. After all.Piss off the wrong being and your endless night on this earth will come to a screeching halt before you know it. And for Vampires there was many painful ways for our kind to die.

Zain let out a grumble.

Look..Im sorry for freaking out on you. But you really hit a nerve.One that you would do well not to hit again.

This statement was not a threat. It was a promise. He would end her here and now if she continued. Just so no one else had to deal with her lack of respect to others. It was simply maddening how this woman was. Her body language spoke volumes. Her eyes said the rest.

With that Zain turned and began heading down a random street. He could not be bothered by such a petty little girl. After all the night was still young. He had much more important matters to take care of. Matters that would involve the up most plessure..for both parties taking place. With a grin upon his face he faded away.