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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2012 17:29:17 GMT -5
All that control he had worked for meant so very little when he needed a meal. His eyes felt like they were pounding in rhythm with the prey’s pulse. It was a struggle but the tension broke in an instant for him. The cool feeling of metal spread through his hand with the added weight of a weapon. Draven smirked and closed his hand over the dagger in his hand, it wasn’t that similar to that of his first weapon’s form but it would do. Relaxed now he looked at his prey and lowered his glasses to reveal his blood colored eyes.
She started to jump from the sight but Draven was too quick for that. Keeping her in his grasp his eyes began to glow and burned into hers. ”Don’t make a sound.” A command alone may have done the job but what was the point of having all these hypnotic kishin powers if he wasn’t going to use them? The compulsion in place the woman was rendered mute, her own fear acting as a paralysis. Smirking he withheld a chuckle as to not ruin the mood and pushed her head up to stare at the ceiling.
First a test. Moving the dagger up he pricked it against the woman’s neck and watched the blood pool. Running his tongue over the wound he felt his prey shiver but paid it no mind. Sliding the blade across her neck he made sure not to cut too deeply but still enough to break the skin. When her breaths became labored Draven knew he had found a decent weapon, but decent was not something he surrounded himself with. Pressing the tip of the blade against her neck he dragged it down lightly before moving deeper against her sternum. Slicing a line down her chest the blood started to flow over her now open dress. Not too much but certainly enough to be sure of the blade.
Looking at his prey’s eyes again he could read them clearly. Fear. Her body was not allowing her to scream or move even though she was experiencing so much terror. The blood was out of her sight but she could still feel the cuts in her skin and the warm fluid running down her. At the sight of forming tears Draven’s smirk twisted into a sinister grin. He was the embodiment of horror for this poor victim, just how he liked it.
Satisfied with his work and impressed that she was still conscious he decided to be merciful. Moving back slightly he gave a comforting smile at his prey, and pierced her heart with the blade as her body began to relax. Staring at his prey he watched the life leave her eyes with a truly joyful grin. When he saw them gloss over he wasted no time in biting her neck and beginning his meal. Having kept most of her blood in her and getting her heart beating so fast it was a wonderful meal after a few days of nothing.
He kept like this until her body withered and lost coloration. Dropping the corpse to the floor he wretched the dagger from her chest unceremoniously and inspected it. Elegant, black, and covered in someone’s blood, maybe they were more alike than previously thought. Moving the dagger closer he looked at the weapon and appraised its worth to him. Satisfied he ran his tongue along the blade to remove the leftover blood, not caring that the weapon was a conscious being. Done he extended his arm and slacked his hand so the dagger was held but loosely so she could revert.
Licking his lips he looked from the weapon to the husk of a corpse that rested in a heap on the floor. A simple cleanup with minimal blood spilt, a great thing when every drop counted. ”Simple yet effective. Easy to conceal as well as neat and clean to kill with plus compatible. So still up for a deal? ”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2012 18:10:36 GMT -5
It was a familiar and almost comforting feeling to be wielded again. A wavelength that was not her own could be felt, but it was not familiar in the slightest. This man had a confidence to him that her former partner had always lacked. Watching with interest from the dark, Anastasia found herself with a gleeful smile on her face. It didn’t matter that she’d only recently killed someone, that certainly didn’t change the fact that murder was murder and was almost always a good show. The adrenaline rush she always got during the struggle was always something to look forward too, and the souls she consumed afterward somehow tasted all the sweeter knowing what she’d done to get to them.
Watching the scene unfold, the grin on her face grew. This girl never had a chance. The terrified look on her face was almost too much for the corrupted Weapon and she bit her lip to stifle a giggle. The blade of her dagger was sharp enough he only needed to apply very slight pressure to make her bleed, but of course he found that out himself. He was methodical in the way he went about slicing the girl up, testing just how hard he needed to press to break the skin with her blade or how much pressure was needed to properly rend through the doomed girl’s flesh.
His method was different from Anastasia’s as far as killing went so far, although she doubted there was anywhere to drown the girl anywhere nearby. She just happened to have the foresight to plan ahead in all of her murders; much to the misfortune of many a husband but that was their own fault. If they didn’t get in her way, they wouldn’t have to die. None of them ever seemed to understand that. Besides, to some drowning could seem a hassle. Having to hold a person’s head underwater for several minutes until they became still took a good amount of persistence as well as strength, and she couldn’t imagine too many would think such a process worth it. Only after they were dead could she carve them open with her partial to get at their souls, but that was a different matter entirely.
Blood had seeped into the fabric of the girl’s cut dress and would soon drip onto the floor. Whether he had grown bored or was merely satisfied in knowing what her Weapon form could do Anastasia didn’t know, but as her blade pierced the girl’s heart she knew that the show, unfortunately, was almost over. However something quite unexpected occurred. She’d known she was dealing with somewhat of a unique individual just in that this man was a Kishin Egg like herself. Seeing him sink his teeth into the girl’s neck as her blood spilled upon the floor, though, was not something that she imagined she’d see. Raising an eyebrow, she wondered what sort of man she was really dealing with, not that the drinking of blood was an act she disapproved of. In truth, she could care less.
As the corpse of the girl dropped to the floor, Anastasia couldn’t stop herself from giggling just a little bit. It had been quite a show, her murder, and even better was that this man was clearly capable of wielding her with skill. Anyone could stab and slice, but there was clearly a method to this man’s madness and Anastasia liked that. Distracted by the body on the floor, the Russian was caught off guard at the feeling of a tongue running along her blade. A soft gasp escaping her, she quickly turned her attention back to the apparent vampire who still held her in his hand. As she felt him relax his grip on her, she closed her eyes. The same red glow returned as she reverted to her human form, or as human as she could get at least. She was fairly certain that most would think her a monster at this point but that didn’t matter. A smirk plain on her face, Anastasia glanced at the girl before stepping slightly closer to him and answering the question posed to her,
“After a performance like that, I thingk a deal is most certainly in order.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2012 15:17:09 GMT -5
She even had the most appropriate soul glow. The red light was amusing to him but it was really of no consequence in the grand scheme of things. All that was really important was that the girl still seemed to be interested in making a deal with him. Wonderful. Not having to rely on his powers to murder people and having assistance if things got difficult was great. She would be a much more useful addition to his ranks then the common kishin her encountered on the street s of the city. This girl wasn’t as much of a fledgling as the others tended to be.
”Well any deal has to have its outlines.” Looking at the corpse that was the newest addition to the storeroom floor Draven contemplated the terms of said deal. He wasn’t sure exactly what the kishin wanted which made it more difficult to set out what terms and conditions should be placed upon the deal. He had an idea but there was always the chance that things could turn out of his favor. Running his tongue along his fangs he contemplated what to do in order to get the weapon to join him.
Turning to face her he kept his face as passive as usual. ”Well I ask for the assistance of your weapon form, in something akin to the partnerships of that school. Of course the spoils would be split between us in an appropriate way. ” He made sure to use his words properly. Creating contracts that leaned in his favor was a skill he had acquired over the years. Not that he wasn’t willing to be fair with the girl but only what he deemed to be fair. ”Well then what do you desire out of this…?” He left a pause at the end as he realized he did not know the girl’s name. A minor setback but something that no longer bothered him after years of keeping himself unnoticed. Regardless a contract could be formed soon if things continued on this auspicious pace.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2012 22:02:15 GMT -5
At the mention of outlines, Anastasia wondered exactly those would be. From what had just occurred, she could only imagine that this wouldn’t be the first time she would be assisting this man with murder. The Russian didn’t have a problem with that. If anything it would only make her life a bit more exciting. She would follow him around New York happily if a killing spree was in order, not to mention she could wash away the blood trail they would most certainly leave with her water. Anastasia wasn’t picky about the company she kept as long as she got something out of it, and while this man was far more intelligent and dangerous than her usual type of arrogant billionaires, she had a feeling they would get along just fine.
Following his gaze to the dead girl lying on the floor, her face was blank. Slowly, she stepped around him and knelt beside the corpse, brushing some of the hair from the girl’s pale face. She hoped he had a way to clean all this up, but then she assumed his employees were loyal enough and smart enough to keep their mouths shut about dealing with this sort of thing. Yes, after that show she was certain he’d done this before, not that such a thing was surprising. He was like her; they both had to kill in order to become stronger.
Hearing him speak of what he wanted out of their little arrangement, Anastasia still kept her face passive and blank of expression for the moment. She traced the bite marks on the cadaver’s neck with her fingertips and made a note in her head not to get on this man’s bad side. It seemed like a very stupid idea indeed. Anastasia turned her head slightly to the side and peered at him over her shoulder to indicate that she was indeed listening and not completely distracted with the dead girl on the floor. It wasn’t that she felt remorseful; it was more of a morbid curiosity with just how he’d killed her.
He questioned what she wanted out of the proposed deal they would be making and this made her pause. Gazing into the dead girl’s eyes, she pursed her lips. What did she want? Normally, Anastasia would have said money. If she hadn’t just killed another husband and inherited his estate, she may have still said money but for now it simply wasn’t an issue. She had all the money she needed. She didn’t need protection; she could take care of herself. Eight years on her own having gotten away with over twenty murders. Oh yes, Anastasia was more than capable of taking care of herself. The final possibility was power, the opportunity to better herself.
Slowly standing, Anastasia turned her eyes on the man,
“I do not vant much. I do not need much. A soul now and again off of whoewer ve happen to strike down, and perhaps a helpingk hand if I ewer find myself in dire straights.”
It seemed like a fair enough deal to her. He’d already mentioned sharing whatever they got from killing people equally between themselves, so she supposed she really hadn’t needed to say much at all. While she didn’t need the extra protection it certainly never hurt to have friends in high places although she wouldn’t trust this man any further than she could throw him until they ended a few more lives together. Anastasia did nothing but stare as she awaited an answer. She could grin and giggle all she wanted to once a deal was struck. A pretty smile could only take her so far after all.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2012 9:37:57 GMT -5
So that was how it was going to be? Well the girl wasn’t exactly trying to maximize her gain out of the deal but that was all the better for him. Souls and the occasional assistance was a price he was willing to pay. In fact it was one of the few things he would consider paying for this kind of partnership. Sure souls were alright but he really didn’t care for them in the way others of his kind did. The hunger was there but the thirst was so much more powerful that he hardly cared about the hunger for souls.
Assistance was another thing he didn’t care too much on. He wasn’t going to fight any enemy she had unless it threatened him or possessed the potential to cause him negative or dangerous problems. Combat wasn’t his thing and he had no intention of changing that in the next century. If she was on a situation where he could easily take care of the target he would not be opposed to a quick killing but no prolonged fights. Of course he could always revert to his more kishin form but that was a part of his past he had no imminent desires to repeat.
Money would have been an interesting thing if she brought that up. He had no issues with money but he did gain quite a bit of his income from the wallets of his meals. That would have required the splitting of what they received, doable but not exactly the most favorable thing for him. But that wasn’t important as she had not specified money in her terms. As the terms were set there was no issue over the money situation so all was well in that regard. More things just ending in his favor.
”You wish for assistance and souls, I ask for blood and a weapon. Let the terms be set.”
Perhaps a bit more than needed but he had learned the importance of contracts in his years. With the terms set he knelt down to examine the corpse and ran his hand over the blood that had spilt onto her dress, a waste. With the blood on his hand he proceeded to form his bloody nails and slice through the corpse’s chest. Standing he faced the weapon that he was about to form a contract with. He wasn’t one to leave loose ends in his contracts.
”As a show of good faith take this.”
As if he had timed it, he had, the blue soul of the victim emerged from the carved corpse and floated above it waiting for some kishin to pass by and consume it. Draven would have taken it in a normal situation but giving it to the weapon didn’t bother him in the slightest. With the blue light illuminating the room Draven extended his bloodied hand toward the girl.
”So then, partners.”
He didn’t ask her so much as implied the question in his tone. Asking seemed redundant but he felt the need to clarify so that everything was clear.
”Draven, by the way”
That was usually a good thing to get out there. Names and whatnot.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2012 18:39:13 GMT -5
And so it appeared that a deal had been struck. Having been assured that these were the terms the two would operate under as allies, Anastasia allowed a grin to creep onto her face. Who would have thought that a whim would have wound up leading her here? Certainly not her. As unexpected as this turn of events was, she didn’t mind. If anything she would at least be getting a soul or two more often than she usually did depending on what the future held for her and this man.
Anastasia raised an eyebrow as he knelt beside the dead girl. She watched him carve open the girl’s torso and a malicious smirk grew on her face. She would have gladly pried the corpse’s ribs apart herself with her partial but she wasn’t about to stop him. Keeping her distance even as a blue glow met her eyes, Anastasia made sure to keep the hunger she felt at the sight of the soul on a tight leash. It wasn’t as though she was starved for power, but she was still hypnotized by the blue orb for a moment until the man’s voice brought her out of her stupor. So he was giving it to her? She wasn’t terribly surprised given the arrangements that had just been made. Still, it meant she wouldn’t have to barter with him over it.
The Russian set her gaze on the other kishin in the room as he extended a still bloody hand towards her. The blood was no matter. Her hands had certainly been stained enough of it in the past that its presence didn’t even phase her. Anastasia lightly took his hand in hers and smiled at him,
“Da, partners.”
Oh for heaven’s sake, they really hadn’t introduced themselves until now. Usually that was the first thing Anastasia did. How it had slipped her mind she had no idea, but she supposed they could make up for it now regardless. Grinning a bit more than she meant to, she stated her name to the man now known as Draven,
“Anastasia Volkov. I look forvard to vorkingk vith you, Drawen.”
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