Care for a Drink? (For Angellium and Morirp 18+)

[Morirp]

Nikolas Lyrewood was an old, soulless individual with a bitter disposition for the world. It just seemed that these types of things happened to people as old as Nikki was. After 619 years things all felt the same, humans were humans, vampires were vampires and he avoided both species. The world had changed so much from the time that Vampires were feared. Now humans signed waivers giving permission for vampires to feed off of them and Vampires had evolved with their prey, dosing them with a serum that numbed their neck and induced a euphoric state. No one had been turned without deep pockets and a lot of red tape being cut through in years, and the Hunters were out in force to take down any rogue that would pop up to kill a human, on purpose or by accident. Rogues happened though, and they were outcasts from most of the elite vampire society.

 

Then there were people like Nikki, there were twenty original vampires that were held in high esteem. Every vampire that was around today had a link to one of the twenty originals. Of the twenty, eleven were left. Of the eleven, Nikki was the only one that was a mistake. A child at the time he was turned he only managed to survive his attack because of the fight that had once lived in his gut. Now hes strong, he has discouraged guns for two hand scythes and was deadly with them. He's spent much of the last five centuries learning to control his appetite for humans, and taking up reading books to learn everything he could about the magical arts and making wine. He currently owns the finest wine company in the world.

 

That night the black haired vampire had gone walking around a town after doing some business in a resort to get them to stock his wine. His ears were sharp to the noise rumbling around him. He was hungry and he needed a bar that welcomed his kind. He ducked in after seeing a symbol on the window that identified a nearby pub as a place for feeding. An exchange of money and he was soon feeding on a young man. It was always awkward for Nikki to feed, sure he was old and powerful, but he was also short. A mere 5'4" didn't make you intimidating. Still he got his fill of the boy he'd chosen and left into the cool night. A few whispers followed his footfalls out the door, he was recognizable so it wasn't that unusual for vampires to talk.

 

Out on the street fresh air hit his nose, still breathing more for sensory purposes than necessity. There was something else in the air though, the irony smell of human blood. At first he thought perhaps one of the willing humans had wandered out with a wound not quite closed; it was quickly elucidated that that wasn't the case though. His eyes shifted from shiny onyx orbs to rubies in an instant at the sound of a woman's scream. Nikki moved quickly, the flap of a long black coat behind him showing the black button down and blood red vest underneath, knee high combat boots with heels gave him an extra few inches of height, and as he rounded the corner his eyes gazed on a sight he hadn't seen in a while. A Rogue was in the middle of feeding, one quick move brought a scythe from behind his back and he threatened with a low growl.

 

It didn't take long for the Rogue to look up, blood staining the front of his mouth all the way to his shirt. Nikki snorted, "Oh, you're a pleasant sight. Heathen." The other vampire moved to attack but stopped short - more than likely identifying who was in front of him before he ran. Nikki tucked his weapon away and ran up to the woman, she was already getting cold. He lifted her - which was a sight, his small body and stature holding a woman that was undoubtedly taller than him - with the intent of getting her to a hospital as fast as he could.

[Angellium]

So soft... Like a cold velvet.

 

Alexander exhaled slowly watching the cigarette smoke swirl into the ceiling as several pairs of hands danced along his naked torso. Bright honey brown curls were sprawled around him, stark in contrast to his milk chocolate skin. Every vein in his body were being massaged and pressed into by intrigued fingers... Watched like a rabbit in a wolves' den he could feel those red eyes wandering his body wondering when...when he would finally give the word.

 

He didn't speak... The hunter took another long drag of his cigarette before he bared a grin all too enthused by the hungry mouths glaring down at him. He liked the feeling. The feeling of anticipation wreaking from the others around him. He too felt the excitement. He too couldn't wait until they sank their teeth into his flesh.. He too--could barely wait until old wounds were reopened and the fleeting visit of death grabbed him by the balls. He flicked his cigarette across the dingy room. With the softest of thumps came a joined hiss as they all leaned in. Wincing as fangs pierced his skin he lay in a daze. It was almost as if he could feel the very blood being sucked from his beating heart... But, that was just a delusion.

 

There were many a human who needed drugs to withstand a vampire's bite. Many of them had no home and were lost to society. Their wretched lives were what allowed them to be willing sources of life for the creatures. But, Alexander wasn't like them. He was a hunter of the night. An assassin looking for any reason to shed the blood of a rogue who'd overstepped their boundaries. Like so many other hunters--he was plagued by the need to defy his mortality. Throwing himself in a pit of hungry vampires was just another expression of his need for excitement.

 

Lying in a pool of sweat and dried specs of blood, deep sea green orbs gazed up at the ceiling as a vampire lit him another cigarette. Still a couple fed from his neck. Very slowly his blood filled their eager mouths flooding their throats with a warmth they could only experience through him. He fed them as they should always fed; savage and to their hearts' content. The hunter was content with lying there but, the loud CAW of his pet, snapped him back into a reality he was trying to escape.

 

It had been a while since he found himself grumbling about having to do his job. For months the streets had been free of carnage thanks to his fellow hunters and he. Why did tonight of all nights did his feeding have to be interrupted? They too knew the sound of Ari just as he did. Scattering away from the hunter like a flock of birds he moved across the room to dress. Standing at an intimidating height of 6'7" the human slipped the leather holster of his guns overs broad shoulders. Shrugging on a long dark coat, it dropped passed tight black jeans and calf high boots. Clearly he wasn't dressed to impressed... But, when you looked as good as he did it even matter?

 

CAW!

 

He grinned, smoke slipping passed perfect lips as he gazed up at the bird hovering in the sky. With a nod he darted off under the direction of the animal. There was a scream and he knew instantly it was too late. He couldn't save them all. The hunter could remember a time when he stressed trying to protect any and everybody. At the ripe age of 27 he'd realized sooner than later there was no point in crying over spilled milled. The upside was that he would get to spill the blood of a rogue and he so hoped they would put up a better fight than the last.

 

"With the way she'd screamed I thought for sure you'd be bigger." Alex breathed as his crow landed onto his shoulder. It's shimmering eyes down at the vampire as its owner lit himself another cigarette. "No need to try and cover up your little accident..." the hunter spoke, his words slightly muffled by the cigarette clasped loosely between his lips. Pulling forth a golden desert eagle the vampire could hear him take a heavy breath as he cocked the large gun. Of course the entire scene seemed suspicious. The vampire didn't look like he was the one who'd ripped into the poor girl. He hunted many a vampire that fled the scene of the crime. Scratching his head with the butt of his gun he sighed.

 

"I don't know why I'm second guessing myself. You're here... Of course you did it." Raising his gun towards the other he grinned. "Drop the girl...she's dead and you are too.." with another long drag he smiled. "But, let's make things interesting... You're the first rogue I've encountered in a very long time and I'm aching to make it last. So why don't you stand up and give me a show." A human challenging a vampire. Years ago...such a thing had never been heard of. Mankind had somehow learned to adapt and beat back a predator that could have very well wiped them off the face of the earth. Humans called it evolution or adaptability... Alex liked to refer to it as the fall of vampires. They'd given his kind a freedom they didn't deserve and now they had the hunter to deal with as a result.

[Morirp]

Nikki was quickly thinking of the fastest way to the hospital, he could feel the life draining from the woman with every slow, quaking heartbeat. She needed a blood transfusion and she needed it quickly… But things seldom went the way that Nikki wanted them to, he heard the flapping of wings, the sound of hurried footfalls. Great. Just as he was about to get moving, the girl now sluffed over his shoulder the hunter appeared in front of him.

 

Nikki took a minute to look the man over, smoke billowing from his mouth, his frame, and those piercing green eyes. Cocky son of a bitch. Though Nikki hated humans far less than he hated the idolatry of his own kind, he didn’t particularly like them either. Especially since their egos were so out of place, vampires had slowed down their hunting because they had almost exhausted their prey but hunters often thought it was because they were better after some rather intense genetic adaptation.

 

The vampire gave his situation a fair amount of thought, his red orbs closing and then reopening to their placid black and violet state from before. Everything seemed to slow down just long enough for him to make a decision and he still hadn’t addressed the hunter. He sighed, setting the woman down. “I’m really sorry about this miss, but it’s the only way. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you when you’re reborn.” He looked down at his own wrist, so much for having just fed; sharp fangs bit into his own flesh and he held his wrist up for the woman to drink. Nikki groaned out in pain as at first she drank slowly, but as his blood began to mutate hers she got more ferocious in her desire to eat.

 

When the girl was done she whimpered, and cried. The transformation process was never a comfortable one. “Don’t worry little one, we’ll get you taken care of.” He said a word in a foreign tongue and she slept with the tap of his finger to her forehead. When he had her properly set aside he pulled out a cell phone – still ignoring the hunter. “Jacque? Yeah, I’ve had to turn someone tonight… Come and pick her up, get her taken care of because she’ll be restless in a few hours for more than I can give her right now.” He paused looking at the street signs “Cross and Barrow. Bring her back to Romania, make sure you get the proper paperwork filled out for a forced transformation due to a life or death situation. Sign my name.” He paused again. “No I’ve got a hunter in front of me. I’ll be ‘round tomorrow.” With that he hung up, and focused his eyes on the other man. “Stupid mortal…”

 

Nikki pushed his hair out of his eyes, despite being more than a foot shorter than the person in front of him the vampire was quite nonchalant about the whole thing. “Look, you’re obviously itching for a fight right now, but you’ve got the wrong vampire. The guy you are looking for ran off that way. Now if I thought you would just leave me to get her to a hospital I would have just walked by you, but I can smell that you’re not the type to just let someone go.” Nikki pulled out a scythe from behind his back, his shadow growing behind him despite the light not changing around him, it was almost as if his shadow was laughing because quickly the streets were echoing with the sound.

 

Someone arrived in a car behind Nikki and lifted the girl up and out of the area, a hushed foreign conversation happened, and the people taking care of her looked nervous. Nikki’s eyes when deep red again, and a sinister smirk crossed his lips. “Well then now that she’s safe you can either believe me and chase a real rogue, we can fight this out and you can lose, or you can go into that pub behind you and ask them if I was there. I didn’t have a need to feed, I drank a boy nearly dry right inside those doors.”

[Angellium]

He watched as the vampire made his move to save the girl's life. Changing her into a vampire he only allowed because, there was a huge probability that she could add to the lack of rogues to kill. Not only that, it would be one less incompetent human he had to deal with. Again he scratched his head with the butt of his gun as he watched the vampire call someone. He was getting a little annoyed. He was amped to fight and was being kind enough to let the bloodsucker turn the girl. There was no need for his condescending tone as he made it a point that he wasn't the rogue.

 

Of course, Alexander was being unreasonable as always. Again, he made a feigned look of confusion as he went to tussle his hair with his gun. The vampire was so small. He wondered briefly if he would be much of a challenge. Watching the movement of his shadow and the way he wielded that large scythe gave way to the hunter believing the vampire's small stature wasn't anything to be scoffed at. And yet, he felt himself wanting to pet the cute little mongrel on his head like a child. "You bring up some good points vampire." the human finally spoke as he reached into his jacket to pull forth his second gun. Caw! the crow cooed into the hunter's ear causing the tall human to shrug nonchalantly. "Ari does too...but, I know better than to believe your kind. I am not a judge nor a jury. I do not care if you're guilty or not. I just want to see some carnage and you're going to show me what you can do."

 

Shrugging again, the crow took flight as a forceful wind kicked through the alleyl blowing back the warmth of his leather jacket revealing the telltale marks of teeth and dried blood, indicating that the hunter was a bite junky. "But, I do like that you think you'll walk away from this fight so easily...That kind of confidence I haven't seen in your kind in quite some time. It gives me the feeling that you are more than meets the eye." he breathed as he cocked his second gun spitting the butt of the cigarette from his mouth he mirrored the same sickening smile the vampire had flashed him moments before. "I guess for that, I won't decapitate you with your own blade."

 

Without another word, Alexander leaned in on his left foot before sprinting towards the other with an amazing speed that kicked up the dirt on the street beneath them. It would look as if the hunter would attack the vampire head on but, instead he took to the air. With finesse, large feet carried him from the street onto a nearby dumpster where he used it to gain more height. A loud thump indicated his landing on the top of the dumpster but, his movements were swift and quiet as he bounced off the brick of the wall with two quiet steps that gave enough force to close in on the wall on the other side of the alley. Gaining even more height it would appear he was stagnate in the air as he maneuvered effortlessly, flipping off the brick so he was upside down. With both his guns aiming at the vampire he pulled the trigger on both. Was it enough to kill the vampire? No.. Nine times out of ten, the vampire should easily be able to move out of the way. Alexander was cocky in that way. Cocky in the fact that he wanted to see how capable the vampire was in deflecting his advance.

[Morirp]

Nikki watched, closely. He didn’t like the human; it was immediately apparent that this wasn’t the type of person to accept a truth and use it to do something right for once. Cocky son of a bitch. It just kept rolling through Nikki’s head. It had been a long time since he’d felt such a strong sense of annoyance from any life source. Nikki was being critical though, he always assessed everything before poking a sleeping dog. Vampire? How crude to be called by his species instead of a proper title or nothing at all.

 

“Whether you want to admit it or not Hunter, you are both the judge and the jury in this case. As you will neither listen to reason nor stand down in the face of an innocent bystander, hell even a hero as I did save her from a terribly slow and painful death.” Nikki paused turning his focus on the bird, an animal familiar… he hadn’t seen that in many a year. “Your kind never listens though.” Nikki took a moment to shrug his coat from his shoulders, throwing it to the side. He liked that coat and if he took a bullet he wanted to minimize the chances that he would get a hole in it. Though, he fully intended to leave the fight without a scratch on him and no more sullen than he ever was albeit hungry again.

 

Nikki took note of the birds flight soon after, but didn’t move his eyes off the human. He let another, more playful smirk, touch his lips after he was told he wouldn’t be decapitated with his own blade, he generally was more than met the eye, in over five hundred years he hadn’t lost a fight and he wasn’t planning on losing this one. Briefly Nikki considered the crow since it was a strange familiar to have; most witches had cats, vampires had bats, werewolves had canines, some druids kept crows for fortune telling but he didn’t think that was what this was. Everyone wanted something special these days though so who really knew what the human was, or even if he had powers.

 

That question was answered fairly quickly though, the speed was too much for a simple human, but too little for a wolf. Nikki didn’t bother turning his head when he was jumped over, nor when the soft thud on the dumpster happened. It was all intimidation tactics he’d seen a thousand times and he needed to stay focused, Nikki had spent much of his time after being turned reading and learning about a lot of different magical arts. Shadow manipulation was something he’d picked up four hundred years ago, and he still found practicing the art quite fun. When the hunter hit the wall the laughing that had echoed through abruptly stopped, and Nikki listened hard. One… Two… At the last moment Nikki looked up and locked eyes with the Hunter – raising his scythe with a delicate twirl. He didn’t move a muscle that he didn’t need to, the bullets bouncing off of his scythe and pinging a nearby brick wall.

 

Nikki didn’t look amused, not lowering his scythe just yet. He kept his eyes locked onto those of the Hunter till he hit the ground. “Your acrobatics are amusing, but time consuming for someone as old as I am, child.” Nikki didn’t look as though he was going to strike back, his body relaxed even under the weight of his full sized scythe. The shadow that had continued elongating behind Nikki began to blot out the streetlamps that illuminated their fighting space. “Strange creature, Ari did you call it? What are you to have such a rare familiar?”

[Angellium]

Was it sad that Alexander didn't give a damn about the woman? Sure she was human... But, like so many others she was a waste of space. If you're still unable to defend yourself against the bloodsuckers then you deserved to be picked off. There was no reason for humans to still be playing the damsel in distress game. The hunter didn't join the society for the justice. Like any group of protectors there were always a few who only wanted to see death and destruction. As sick as it was, Alex was part of that group and he didn't care... The vampire would find out sooner than later the hunter's intentions were never pure enough to care about innocence or bystanders.

 

The vampire's movements were the epitome of grace. Faster than any lowly rogue. Another bullet point on the board of whether the vampire was guilty or not. The bullets ricocheted loudly off the wall as he landed onto the street. "I'm glad you find me amusing. I do wish you'd show me though." the blonde taunted with a smile. He'd take offense to the child comment but, why should he get worked up over the blatant truth? Most vampires were considerably older than him. However, this vampire spoke as if he were older than any of the others Alex had ran into in the past.

 

Their space had become darkened now by the shadow trailing behind the vampire. Apparently he was well versed in the shadow arts. How cute. Was it a tactic to kill his eyes? "I'm a human just like any other." the hunter finally answered. "Granted my tricks are strange and may seem pointless to you... But, I now know for a fact you're hiding from me..." shrugging with a heavy nonchalance he took note of the jacket the vampire had tossed onto the ground. If that wasn't supposed to be an insult the human didn't know what was. Should he be taking the rather simple gesture as personally as he was? No... Nonetheless, the human felt an odd blow to his ego that almost made him lose his cool.

 

"I guess I should be annoyed by your arrogance... But, I have a feeling my own is doing the same to you. So, I'll relinquish this urge to call you out on the whole jacket thing." pressing the barrel of his gun hard into his jaw he sighed. This vampire refused to play along with his games and dammit he didn't stop what he was doing to play ring around the rosey with the undead. "You are indeed an old one. You just won't give into me." Aiming that gun towards the vampire he grinned. "I suppose that's what I get for being nice." Alexander added with grin. "Your cute trick with the shadows won't work on me however..." he breathed as he fired a shot directly at the vampire then two more on both sides of the other. It was a basic attempt to eliminate the vampire's movement to the left or the right. His hand barely moved as he worked his gun. The kickback from the barrel was hard, but you could hardly tell as his hand was still like a boulder against the harsh waves an unsettled sea.

 

Within mere seconds of his bullets whipping through the air he came at the other again. This time he would be going for a head on attack. Holstering the gun in his left hand, Alexander closed the gap between them. A soft click and a blur of silver emerged from beneath the dark of his sleeve. "I don't need an excuse to gut you vampire." he growled as he swiped at the shorter male with the blade that appeared to be an extension of his arm now. His moves were precise and calculated, a stark contrast to his cocky and brutish personality. His attack carried a force meant to decimate the vampire. The blade sang loudly as it cut through the cold night air with a blinding speed indicating Alexander was no longer playing around.

[Morirp]

Nikolas sighed, refusal to give up. This was new; most humans gave up or ran off but the Hunter was strangely determined. He watched him carefully, the movements, ruffling of his hair, the gun. It was all kind of strange, a hunter covered in bites who wanted nothing more than to fight a vampire that was… well as innocent as a vampire could get that was as old as he was. He wondered what was driving the human to blood lust such as this, the fire in his eyes was undeniable.

 

The use of his shadow to blot out the light was less to disable the human and more to enable his own abilities, he was a vampire after all – the darker the better, and his eyes adjusted easily to the darkness. He didn’t let his gaze leave the blond, strange how in the dark with his height he looked like a deranged angel with those blond locks. He pulled himself out of the thoughts of the blond by force, it wasn’t the time to get lost thinking about an appearance. Tricks? Hiding? That was cute, what was this Halloween? “The darkness isn’t meant to impede you, nor am I hiding. In order to hide it would imply that you frighten me.” Intriguing, the man must have an impressive record as a hunter to carry that much ego. “As for my jacket, I like that jacket. Should you fail to hit your target I would dislike having a hole in my jacket.” Nikolas had remained still after the removal of his jacket up to that point. At least he’d gotten the fact that he was an elder right, though he was older than even him.

 

He had decided that there was very little threat from the human at this point and lowered his scythe to rest it on the ground. The weapon was lowered just in time to have shots fired, well this seemed like it would get interesting. A quick flick and the scythe blade swung up, two of the bullets pinged off the blade while he simply stepped to the side of the other. Even dodging the bullets he made sure to keep his eyes on the charging male. Up close he was much… much taller. Damnit, he hated when people were –that much- taller than him. They couldn’t have changed him a few years later? He probably still would have been an original if they’d waited.

 

The flash of silver clouded his eyes for just a moment and he stepped back, quickly on the defensive dodging the blade. Nikki had underestimated the hunter apparently. His body twisted and he brought the scythe up, with a loud clang the blade from the hunter hit the handle of his scythe. Nikki growled, close enough that the hunter could probably hear him. He dug his heels into the ground before he pushed forward, swinging his scythe– despite his small size he was stronger than most immortals, he certainly wouldn’t be pushed around by the blond. The hard shove wasn’t enough to throw the Hunter into a wall, and he was careful not to cut the Hunter when he swung.

 

Nikki stood as tall as he could, adjusting one of the gloves on his hand with his teeth, his sharp pointy fangs glinting in what little light was left. “Now, now dear boy. I suggest you run before I add another bite to your array, Junkie. You’ve got an attitude and I’m done playing your games.” Nikki moved forward, as if he was going to attack from the left side, his scythe dropped and the two small hand scythes he was famous for came out. He had named them Peach and Panic, and quick as lightening he was in front of the Hunter, but he didn’t try anything that obvious, dropping to a shin and a heel he slid to the other side of the hunter. He kept one scythe for guard – the other lashed out – not to slice into the hunters flesh but to hook a knee. If the hunter didn’t move he’d pull him to the ground and pin him there with the crescent of his scythe blade.

[Angellium]

Finally he drew forth some kind of reaction from the little creature. It was hard to hide the excitement coursing through his veins as he watched the vampire finally move. With a twist he whirled his scythe effortlessly flinging away his bullets and even catching Alexander's blade in its hilt. The creature growled garnishing another enthused grin from the hunter. He could feel the vampire pushing forward and he loved every minute of it. Too bad he wasn't trying. It was easy to stand his ground and even easier to dodge the sweeping motion of his blade. Surely that wasn't all his strength... The vampire would like to think he wasn't being a coward. However, Alexander would consider him such until he stopped humoring him like some orphan child he had to feed out of goodwill. The vampire was toying with him and Alex found himself stuck in an awkward place of confusion and euphoria.

 

The blonde laughed at the creature's comment. Yes, he was a junkie and flaunted it without shame."Don't be shy Vampire...I'll gladly let you show me you're more bite than bark." The tables had turned--and rather quickly too. One moment his opponent wielded a single weapon then quickly moved on to smaller ones. How adept. Things were serious now. Alexander could feel that familiar beat in his heart... It wasn't fear. More like the rush of adrenaline but, the kind you got when your life was on the line. He liked that feeling and wanted more. The hunter was about to counter his opponent's attempt to fake him out with his feigned attack from the left but, the faint screech of Ari disrupted his actions. Quick grey optics caught the dark haired male dropping down and he could do nothing. The damned crow had seen something--yet again interrupting his fun. That damned screeching louder now drew forth a snarl from the blonde. "I heard you..." he murmured ever so softly as the hook of the vampire's blade caught his knee pulling him down as intended.

 

Alexander fell flat on his ass and just lay there at the mercy of Nikolas.

 

The vampire hadn't been fighting to kill him. No, it appeared he was merely trying to get Alexander to stop harassing him. Well, that's what Alex got from the fact that the vampire didn't slit him open when he clearly had the chance to. Letting the vampire pin him to the ground Alex smiled. With his jacket spread out behind his sculpted body, the vampire could see just how far Alex's track marks went. Fresh and old fang marks decorated the sides of his waist and all around his neck. There were a couple hovering around the space to his heart. They all surrounded a certain set of fang marks directly over his heart. One could tell from the scar it hadn't been used since its creation and was likely made a long time ago. Whether it was for feeding or pain only Alexander knew that for sure. With its preservation, it would be clear to the vampire it meant something to the hunter.

 

Unwillingly, his brain made a random swing into left field forcing him to notice the vampire's attractiveness. While that should be the last thing on his mind with a scythe pressed against him--it wasn't. Curse his ability to see in the dark. It was like the fates had handpicked this very vampire to seduce him in every way possible. He was shorter, smaller in stature... The way his dark hair clung to the smooth flow of his delicate features. The icing on the cake; whether Alexander would ever admit it or not, was the vampire's attitude. It was a direct contrast to his rowdy self and yet managed to rival him without being completely overshadowed by his large ego.

 

"Alexander Monroe."

 

The blonde introduced himself even though it was obviously too late for that.

"Since you won't fight fair vampire... show me your bite is worse than your bark and I'll be on my way." Alex added as he gazed up at the other.

[Morirp]

Nikki was actually quite shocked when the guard fell on the man just long enough for him to hook the knee he was shooting for. He was actually stunned for a fraction of a heartbeat, he had thought up of a thousand possibilities of how this could go – but he didn’t think he’d get away with it. The hunter was obviously too fast for such a basic attack, and he’d assumed they’d be rolling in the dirt for a few a while longer. Though down in the dirt, Nikolas managed to pin the man despite his pocket sized appearance, knees digging into pressure points to keep the man still.

 

“See, this is why I took my jacket off. You’re filthy.” He smirked, a rare glint of light flashed into his eyes as they settled into their purple and black hues. He didn’t want to admit that this human was the first thing to make him feel really alive in a hundred years. He had grown so accustomed to everyone backing down the second they knew he was bigger and badder than his appearance let on. He had almost forgotten how fun a good fight could be. The crow above them cried out impatiently again and Nikolas ran a sharp nail over the man’s collar bone, threatening to cut- but not quite breaking the skin. What a pretty thing to have so many scars.

 

He took note of the bite around the man’s heart, and he touched it with another sharp nail, but he didn’t dare draw blood from that. Humans were such strangely sentimental things for people who had no permanence on the surface of the world. It was likely the same time that Alexander noticed how attractive that Nikki was, when the vampire found himself thinking the same thing of the blond. The vampire’s face had gone blank for a few moments about this or that, before he leaned down and ran his nose over the other’s jugular.

 

He mulled the name over in his mouth for a long moment, like stout coffee or fine wine; he swirled it around his tongue Alexander Monroe. Just his name made Nikolas feel a bit more savage than he had in years. It was almost as if the blood in his body was pumping by the will of his own heart, though the useless thing hung pointlessly in his chest when there wasn't fresh blood to pump.

 

“Nikolas, Nikolas Lyrewood” when he said his own name a strange accent hugged the words, as if a memory clung to the name. His eyes turned away from the Hunter for a brief moment at the request –again- of his bite.

 

Nikki opened his mouth, letting needle thin fangs glint inside of Alexander’s view. “Now, now, boy. My serum is a little… more potent than the toys you let bite on your flesh; I’ll bite you to get rid of you but you’ll be hard pressed to answer your pet.” Still Nikki leaned down, again running his nose the length of Alex’s jugular, he shifted so his knees released the male a tender hand sliding behind the Hunter’s neck to support him. It was a strange, gentle act. Almost a thing of love and beauty.

 

Nikki let his mouth slide open, lips brushing the other’s skin before he brought his teeth down – hard, and painlessly. He was hungry after all, he’d given the woman his meal from early. He didn’t dare bite down long though, he didn’t need a junkie on him for a fix. When he released his bite he sucked the skin briefly, letting the taste of the hunter envelope his existence, he tasted so fresh… alive. Nikki pulled a bit too hard on his final draw, unable to control a hungrier side than just bloodlust.

 

Nikolas stood before too long, letting the blond up. He sheathed his scythes on his belt, and with a curl of a single digit the large blade flew up and into his hand as he passed it, leaving the Hunter in the dust of the ground. He grabbed a hold of his jacket and kept walking in the direction the rogue had fled, he was going to kill a fractured vampire that night and see the end of the rogue.

[Angellium]

'You're filty'. The hunter grinned. Yea he was. But, weren't all humans filthy creatures in the eyes of the immortals? His smirk was endearing though; especially with the spark of life that seemed to fill him all of a sudden. Alexander laid there as the vampire dragged a sharp nail across his collar bone...somehow garnishing enough control not to rip into his flesh. The hunter gazed upon the vampire, watching as his strangely hypnotic eyes followed the marks upon his torso finally landing upon the one directly over his heart. Alex damn near felt paralyzed as the sharpness of the vamp's nail smoothed over it only to leave it undisturbed. It was clear it was a shrine of some sort. The others would question its origins and almost lose their head trying to mark over it, however, this vampire didn't bother. Just how old was he?

 

The other's face went blank for a few seconds and Alex didn't interrupt his thoughts...far too busy trying to make out the strangeness of their encounter. That ended quickly though, when the vampire leaned in--tracing his nose over his jugular. Alex couldn't help a heavy sigh at the mere thought of the vampire finally ripping into him. Was he teasing? He'd grab the other by the nape of his neck and keep him there if only he could move his damned limbs.

 

So, his name was Nikolas Lyrewood. The name rang a bell...a very old one at that. A question Alexander had and then--

 

Those beautiful fangs made their debut and either Nikolas was teasing him again or he would finally give him what he wanted. Surely he was hungry after turning the girl. Why not get your fix without the trouble of rules and paperwork? Nikolas's warning fell on deaf ears though. Alexander couldn't hear a thing passed the adrenaline pumping his veins hard. He could only hear a slight muffle of the other's silken voice over the heavy beating of his heart. Dammit. He couldn't focus for shit when Nikolas swept his hand under him with a care and grace that left him absolutely thoughtless--even to the fact that his arms were free. Again, the dark haired male leaned over; the softness of his skin cascading over Alex.

 

The vamp's lips parted, caressing his skin briefly and then-- Alex didn't get the rush he was looking for. He could tell from the force of the bite it should have been painful in some kind of way. Still, the hunter was lost in the euphoria that came with the loss of blood he was all too happy to give up. The last pull of blood made Alex groan and he found what he was looking for. Sadly it only lasted for a second. Before, he could coax the vampire into more he was already pulling away and Alexander just couldn't get his shit together fast enough to pull the other back.

 

Alex was left alone in the alley shaking his head as he stood tall. Damn vampire. He didn't play fair at all. Alex had a feeling they would meet again though. No, he knew that for a fact because, if in the next couple of hours he didn't get the information he needed he would be gunning for the vamp's head. He didn't like being toyed with. Especially when he wasn't in on the joke. Ari cawed and Alexander groaned exasperatedly. "Yes, I know...I'm moving my ass." he breathed as he holstered his gun and returned his hidden blade to its rightful place.

 

It would take an army to wash the taste of Nikolas off his skin. Somehow he knew no matter how many he assembled to feed they wouldn't compare to the other."Ugh.." Annoyed, the hunter quickly ascended a nearby fire escape taking to the rooftops. The crow flew ahead of the human far and wide before he just hovered in the air indicating a point of interest. The hunter felt exhausted and yet, his feet carried him from rooftop to rooftop for at least 10 blocks without so much as a breath needing to be drawn. Ari sat on the edge of a large three story home, just below in the dark of another alley, a rogue was savagely feeding on a man who was long gone now.

 

The vampire was so preoccupied with his bloodlust he didn't smell the hunter. By the time he noticed his presence Alexander had dropped down behind him; the tip of his gun pressed firmly into its left temple. "Don't move... You're already in deep shit for this mess. But, maybe I'll spare your life tonight." Alexander spoke, his finger tight around the trigger. "All you need do is tell me whether you know that vampire you stiffed with that halfdead human." If it was indeed the rogue who 'framed' Nikolas then he would know what vampire he spoke of. Of course if he didn't -- his head would be another trophy for the elites to cling to.

 

The vampire grinned widely, his mouth oozing blood onto the street below. With a growl he attempted to elbow the hunter in the gut, which the blonde took in stride. He staggered back by choice allowing the vampire to flee toward the open street. "Oh no, he's getting away..." the blonde feigned desperation as he took aim. Before the rogue could catch onto the road Alex blew out both his kneecaps with bullets of silver. It collapsed onto the street so close to the exit and yet so far away. The hunter grinned as he stalked the other. Finally closing in on him, Alex crouched over the rogue pushing him onto his back. Almost immediately he shoved his gun passed the rogue's lips. If he didn't have such quick reflexes he would have surely lost all his teeth. "Do you know the vampire or not?" the rogue nodded. "Oh? What's his name?" there was a stutter of uncertainty and the wrong consonant. The rogue was lying. Damn... If he was going to go along with the vamp's story of being framed that meant that there was another rogue on the loose. They never hunted so close in proximity to one another... So why now?

 

"I guess you're dead, huh?"

 

With that said Alex blew a hole into the male's skull. Almost instantly did he go limp. The smell of searing rotten flesh caused him to scowl as he stood tall. Firing off two more shots: one for the heart and the other in the skull again, Alex signaled Ari to keep looking.

[Morirp]

Alexander wouldn't know until he'd look in the mirror just what Nikki was capable of. The bite mark would be small as pin pricks, but there was bruising around the area not just from his fangs, but his bottom canines - also sharp but short - had left two small punctures. More blood faster, an old adaptation that wasn't around much anymore because it often blood let the victim too quickly and the vampire didn't always get everything they needed. The vampire was having trouble getting thoughts of the Hunter from his head, his blood tasted human but there was something else to it he just couldn't put his finger on; that combined with the odd familiar, and the super human speed and strength left Nikki believing the hunter was more than meets the eye.

 

He shook his head as he walked the streets, following the smell of the rogue on the air. They often smelled like people who had been drunk too many days without a shower. Putrid and festering, they weren't hard to find if you could smell them. Despite their erratic behavoir that was easy to dispatch, rogues were foolish and brave and could do damage if a person left their guard down. The vampire let his senses take over, his eyes clouding to deep onyx orbs as they usually did when he was hunting something, the sclera following soon after his irises. Nikki looked like a demon when he was like this, all instinct and very little logical sense was going on in his mind. It was a few moments later that he heard the growl and muffled shreak of someone. Clever thing had learned to cover their mouth when hunters were out. The madness that consumed rogues was unapealing to the older vampire.

 

He took a few quiet steps, reaching for one of the small scythes with a quick motion. He stalked close to the shadows, his eyes glinting in the darkness. When he finally found his target the vampire had decimated his victim this time, tearing an entire chunk from her neck. Nikki scowled, monster wasn't the right term for rogues like this - deplorable was. Usually when they were that wild their sire had abandoned them and no one had taught them how to live the proper way, one of his pet peeves. He slipped like a shadow along the wall and came up behind the feeding beast Taller than him... again... it made things tricky but only for a fraction of a second. Nikki used the curve of his scythe to cut a kneecap and then hooked his neck with it. He held him there, fangs bared - growling like a wild dog. Lyrewood brought his boot up and took out the other knee manually. Vampires healed fast - but not fast enough to keep that from holding him still. "I should kill you right here, but I have better plans for your worthless head than an easy death."

 

Nikolas focused for a moment, trying to find the Hunter - or at least that damn bird - with his mind, they couldn't have gotten far. The nice thing about being well versed in magic that most vampires didn't bother to understand was that it usually meant you could pull a few more tricks. When you were as short as Nikolas was - tricks when he was young meant surviving until now. When he found the Hunter he took a brief moment to focus up his shadow, the creepy grinning mass of blackness was roughly his size and shape but was an all black figure of smoke. It looked at the hunter like a deranged child grinning with sharp dark teeth, it didn't speak but it curled a finger forward beaconing Alex follow him.

 

Nikki wasn't terribly far from where Alex was but whether or not the hunter followed as requested the shadow began moving, heading back to its master. It had to, a shadow like that had a limited life span and if Nikolas tried to keep it alive too long the thing would go weird and erratic until it disappeared of it's own accord. If Alex didn't follow it than the vampire wouldn't have a choice but to decapitate the thing he held hostage without proving his innocence.

 

There was an impatient eye-roll, mostly for his own thoughts. He didn't know why he'd felt the need to prove himself innocent to a bite thirsty hunter that wanted nothing more than to kill him only a short time before. It was a cruel game too, the man was attractive but they were sworn to be kept separate by their respective positions int he world. He tried not to think about it, reminding himself of the bite on the hunter's heart - nothing he thought of would matter anyways.

 

The hair on the back of his neck stood up as his shadow drew close, and a strange sensation hit him. Butterflies?! What is wrong with me?! That was it, once the human was done chasing him down he would make it a point not to see the man again.

[Angellium]

There was a certain sting emanating from the new puncture on his neck that made Alex rub the bruise with the full palm of his left hand. The smear of dead blood stained his skin; the smell giving him the boost he needed to drive his blade through the rest of bone and rotted flesh. Having severed the rogue's head from his body, Alexander crafted the symbol of his family crest onto the forehead of the rogue. It wasn't complicated. Well at least for someone who'd marked the heads of several hundred undead mongrels. A crudely shaped shield with two swords now decorated its forehead. Topping it off with his initials Alexander wiped the remnants of the rogue's skin onto the bottom of his boot before returning it to its sheath. That was his signature -- Alex's mark. No one could claim his victories or frame him for he always signed his work, good or bad.

 

It was as he was taking pride in his work Ari landed on his shoulder. He cooed before taking flight again, attempting to move the hunter along. "How did it come to you telling me when to do stuff?" Alexander replied whilst he left the dark of the alley. His skin felt almost welted and hotter than normal. Since it was just the area just bitten the hunter didn't pay it too much attention as he continued on his witchhunt. Silver-toed boots carried the hunter maybe ten feet from his last target before the tiny hairs upon the back of his neck stood at full attention--something that never happened. With the quick draw of his gun he turned to face the darkness that sent a violent shiver down his spine. Silver eyes were met by Lyrewood's devilish looking shadow. Its grin was sickening as it waved its finger for the hunter to follow. This could only be that vampire's work-- the hunter thought as he dragged the barrel of his gun across the bite mark that refused to shut up about its existence. Ari hovered beside his master to assess the bite. Ari cawed something about two sets of pin marks. Alexander didn't get much time to think about that fact though, as the shadow started retreating. Jetting after the shade the hunter couldn't help but feel like a dog as he allowed the vampire to lead him into a possible trap.

 

Two sets of puncture wounds marked the sign of upper and bottom canines. The hunter had heard from the society that only the elders carried such an adaptation. It was a sign of an Elite. Even as a lost art like that of handcrafted swords, there was still a possibility that vampire just merely failed to devolve like all the others. The truth was there he just didn't want to admit he let an elder slip through his fingers.

 

The crowding stench of blood caught a ride on a heavy gust of wind whilst Alexander allowed himself to be led on. He didn't have a strong sense of smell like vampires, which meant the carnage was closer than expected. Soon the shadow was swallowed up. At the head of the darkness he could see the vampire holding another rogue hostage. "I guess it's safe to assume this is the one..." silver eyes peered at the smaller male as he drifted closer.

 

"This is my job vampire."

 

"You must really want to clear your name..."

 

"Which brings me to the conclusion that this is either a trap--" tapping the tip of his gun against his strong chin thoughtfully, he raised a brow. "Or you want us to be closer than bitter enemies." It wasn't so much as Alex being a human or Nikolas being a vampire that kept them apart. No... It was the sheer fact that they were in an active war against one another. It was the hunter's job to hunt down and kill Nikolas's race. Rogues were still vampires and Alexander made it a point that his job was nothing more than a mere sport.

 

Of course he didn't hold much value for the human race either, though. If anything, one could say Alex favored the undead more than his own kind. He spent most of his days bunched up with a den of them. To be honest, the only reason he didn't hunt humans was because it was illegal -- and well, they didn't have powers so it was boring as hell too.

 

"I guess I believe you now... But I'll need some confirmation." he breathed with a wicked grin. "Interrogate em'. Let me hear him declare his crimes and I won't hunt you with a murderous intent anymore." Alexander was sure to make it known he would still be hunting the vampire, just not for a crime he didn't commit.

[Morirp]

Things about Alex made Nikki uneasy. Certain things about Alex made Nikki very uneasy. So when the man showed up if the vampire wasn’t already on high alert he certainly was the second he saw the blond. The sclera of his eyes maintained the black color, it made it impossible to tell which way he was actually looking, a fortunate tool if you were fighting someone as good as you – it usually meant you could hide the movement of your eyes. Currently though it was just because Nikolas found him in a position that made him –livid-. The rogue snarled impatiently at the appearance of the hunter, trying to wiggle from Nikki’s grasp so he could get away, fresh blood from his recent kill sprayed as he whipped his head back and forth, rabid like an animal. Nikki provided a curt “Shut up.” Followed by a hard press of the scythe blade against his throat.

 

 

“Listen here Monroe, I don’t give a damn to see you ever again after this night. I just want to get a meal and leave you to this depraved city. What I don’t want is any reason for your group to put out an alert that my head is to be placed on platter and served to your elders.” It was a half-truth, the last time Lyrewood was involved with a war against the Hunters he had done some terrible things and killed a lot of people in defense of his own life. It had been over two hundred years ago but the memories of innocent people being killed were very fresh. The only positive thing that came out of that time was the human interaction treaties, a hundred years ago vampires agreed they would stop killing and willing humans began donating themselves to the needs of vampires. It meant less people dying and the Hunters became elite assassins that took out those who refused the law. He had no desire to be back in a position where he had to kill hunters simply to stay alive. As for the half-truth of that, Alex brought with him rushes of adrenaline and Nikolas found himself craving that feeling of being alive again, but he’d ween himself off of it. He always did.

 

The command for an interrogation took Nikki by surprise. Someone of Nikki’s stature was not accustomed to answering the demands of humans. But what it really meant was that Alex either didn’t care, didn’t believe, or just plain didn’t know that Nikki was an original – just a clever fake or maybe even a lucky vampire who was strong enough? What did they not teach Hunters the history of vampires anymore? Nikki was all over their history for the first three hundred years, the thought made him sick so he tried to focus. Nikolas stood there for a moment, contemplating his options, his brow furrowed in frustration. “You really don’t understand who it is you’re dealing with do you boy?” No other choice then.

 

 

Nikki leaned in and spoke in an old tongue to the rogue, but the sound was unusual – a low growling commanding tone. It was demonic and went along with the transformation of his eyes. The rogue looked pale as Nikki spoke, his face contorting with fear instead of rage. The savage whimpered “Please… no m’lord Lyrewood, I’ll tell him what-what do you need me to tell him?” Nikki looked at the hunter.

 

 

”Give him an idea of who I am, tell him what you did tonight –all of it-, confess your sins and I’ll kill you fast.” Nikki had threatened the vampire with a fate worse than death. Locked in a box that cut out just enough sunlight to keep him from perishing, just enough to burn like hell. Most vampires went crazy inside of a week due to pain and found ways to kill themselves. Nikki had never actually put someone in one of those boxes and today wouldn’t be the first day, usually threats were enough.

 

The vampire whimpered. “Nikolas Lyrewood… is an original, the seventh changed and the second of Master Dragulia’s fledglings. He’s well known for his skill in magics… and his deadly scythe skills. Little is known after his three hundredth year alive because he became a reclu-“ Nikolas growled impatiently interjecting “This isn’t a history lesson of my life, he doesn’t need to know –that-.” The rogue continued “I… killed seven tonight, including the girl.” Reliving his kills was enough to make the rogue try and break free again, wiggling against the blade, it caused blood to trickle down the long curve. “I, I don’t believe the law is right – I should be able to feed and kill my prey as is my right as a vampire.” Nikolas grunted as the thing started to stand.

 

 

He smashed a knee, not waiting till he could stand. Son of a bitch had so much to eat recently that the simple injuries wouldn’t hold too much longer. “I-I-I have been killing humans for sport for seven months, and I regret nothing.” With the confession Nikolas twisted the blade forcing the vampire’s body down to the ground. A carefully placed boot, and a push down severed the head with a quick stomp and twist. He’d obviously done that before.

 

 

After a quickly cleaning of his blade on the dead vampire’s clothes he tucked his hand scythe away, and turned to Alex. The large scythe was seemingly nowhere to be found but if Alex looked closely there would be a glint of silver hanging from Nikki’s ear now, the shape of a scythe blade. He had had it special made years ago by an interesting warlock, and it worked so well he never went back to carrying the thing as a staff. “Now, Monroe, I believe our business is done.” Nikolas gave a curt bow, just to be polite, and he turned on his toe. He was headed back to the pub he needed another meal and now a strong drink.

[Angellium]

The blonde ruffled his hair at the vampire's words. Alexander didn't care whether or not Nikolas wanted to see him again. He cared even less for the "group" he mentioned. A rogue in his own right; Alexander answered to no one. The ego he carried upon his sleeve left no room for the bullshit exhibited by a society that wanted so badly to be civilized. Alexander prided himself in embracing the savagery of the world. His intentions were nothing short of selfish, which inevitably led to his lack of knowledge about the original before him. In all honesty, even if Alexander did know of the vampire's origins it would change him not.

 

Alexander's need to flaunt his prowess was what led him to register as a hunter. In no shape, way, or form did he need the society he existed in to collapse because, of his recklessness. His duty wasn't to create chaos but to instead feed and bathe in it. Bred for the sole purpose of battle, what other occupation would hire a complete psychopath such as he to run rampid?

 

The hunter smiled. He half expected the vampire to spit at the idea of interrogation. To his surprise though, the vampire made good on his demand. His comment however, made the hunter's brow furrow. Should it matter who he was dealing with? Keh, clearly the vampire didn't know who he was. Despite his weak relationship with the Hunter's societal rules Alexander remained a high ranking asset within the ranks. For his sheer kill count alone he was only second to one, and that was only a result of his authority issues. Who was he to throw the vampire's words to the wind, though. He may have been brash but, Alex was no fool. Curious more now than ever, he remained silent. An instantaneous trance ensued as silver hues watched the vampire. An old tongue caressed the cold air causing the rogue to react in raw fear.

 

Their gazes locked. Alexander couldn't tear his eyes away from the other as he ordered the rogue to spill his guts. An original, skilled in magic, and deadly with an unusual weapon choice. It was brief... A quick insight into the other's personal life. Indeed the rogue was truthful in his words at how instant Nikolas was at shutting him up. I don't believe the law is right. . . I should be able to feed and kill my prey. My right as a vampire. . . The rogue was correct. Well, that's how Alexander felt anyhow. He didn't believe in the law either and felt it was just another ruse for the higher ups to do as they pleased. Hence the creation of rogues in all aspects. There was a moment the rogue started to rise and then. . .

 

Nikolas destroyed the creature's knee. How brutal. What savagery!

 

The sheer violence exhibited by the other made the hunter shiver. Yes, shiver. Not out of fear but, sheer excitement. Lyrewood was a beautiful creature. That dainty little exterior an invigorating contrast to the vicious monster inside. Nikolas...comprised of layers, upon layers, upon layers of mystery. The hunter wanted nothing in that moment more than the mere opportunity to see what those layers hid. Within seconds of confessing his last sin the rogue met his fate at the end of Nikolas's blade. Simply, beautiful.

 

Alex glared in awe as the vampire's weapon appeared in his ear. It was a cute trick, no wonder he didn't see him draw it during their little spar. Now, Monroe, I believe our business is done. Feeble minded vampire. "Your status changes nothing vampire." If anything it only fueled the hunter's need to explore the other further.. "Your status makes you blind." Alexander added as he moved to follow after him. "I am not your average hunter and I refuse to let you run away again." Ari cawed in warning but, Alex shrugged his concern aside. If he let the vampire escape, while it would be fun to hunt him down, he couldn't wait that long. Impatient and quick to follow his desires, Alexander thought against his better judgement.

 

The wind kicked up, the sound of trees in the distance catching his ear. "I'm not at war with you or your kind vampire..." he breathed as a soft rumble beneath their feet started. "In fact," Alex paused as he crouched low. Open palm, he traced his hand along the street before a fissure emerged. Jutting out from the crack in the ground, roots slithered along the black, aiming to wrap around the vampire's ankles.

 

"I want you vampire. I admit I tried to kill you. But, why don't you stop being a stuck up regal and indulge me?"

 

He didn't want to start another fight. Alexander merely wanted to keep the vampire's attention. He seemed to respond rather well to violence and the hunter couldn't help but to resort to old tricks.

[Morirp]

Nikolas hated resorting to killing. It just wasn’t in him anymore, nothing was worth that much effort these days and when you had hundreds, probably thousands of heads on your hands and you desperately clung to what civility you had left like Nikki did… the weight was heavy. The event the vampire had tried to speak of was something the original wasn’t proud of. There had been a bounty out for his head and he spent ten years murdering anyone that tried to come near him. He couldn’t count how many innocent people he killed in those ten years, but he didn’t sleep some days because of those faces that stared up at him of people he was too paranoid to confront like… like a human. Nikki was always careful to tiptoe around certain words like saying he was alive, or dead. He was simply existing, he didn’t feel either category fit, like a ghost, just a remnant in a nice suit.

 

Nikki was weary now, the slip of his bloody boot as he took steps made him frustrated and having the Hunter after him about… whatever the child thought was important just wasn’t helping matters. He rubbed his temples, but his attention perked up when Alex started talking… Status meant nothing, perhaps it meant nothing but to imply that it made him blind, how presumptuous. Still Nikki didn’t stop to look back, at least not until the ground rumbled under his feet. His eyes flashed red after having just starting to clear up from their deep black. Glinting rubies shown through like headlights when he turned to face the Hunter as the ground rumbled. Nikki didn’t reach for a weapon but he spoke curtly, a sign that his patients was wearing thin. “Status has nothing to do with this. I’ve fought and killed people better than you Alex, your challenge is your arrogance. You’ll never be a better fighter till you admit you could learn a thing or two. But you’re so busy fighting rogues that I can dispatch with a look that you believe you’re more important than you really are.” Nikki paused as the earth continued shaking “What do you think will happen when you die? Someone will take your place.”

 

It was harsh but Nikolas was done with this night, he grew a field of fucks for the day and Alex had eaten all of them. The old vampire watched as the man crouched… Open palm? Just what are you up to Alex? Trying to scare me? Nikki thought it could be many things but his head tilted in curiousity when the ground erupted and roots poured forth. Nikolas hadn’t seen a true control of nature in many years – manipulation was easy, this was different, this was commanding the earth to do his will. Nikki didn’t seem too nervous about the sudden appearance of the roots or where they were headed. Hell he’d even let them wrap around his ankles – it would be easy enough to get free.

 

 

Now he had questions. “So, is it druid blood in your veins then? Or Faye? Perhaps wolf… I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s wolf.” The vampire was mostly talking to himself though his eyes were on Alex, since he didn’t trust the man, especially now that he had roots firmly against his ankles. He had gone back to basically ignoring Alex briefly, until desire came up. It made Nikolas snort. “Want me? As what a toy for the night? Want me to mark you like your lover did over your heart? Your skin is already reacting to my serum, and I warned you. I’m hungry, pet and I’m no one’s one night stand. You should go home, jerk off, cum while you cry out my name and sleep. For that matter, what would you do if you could have me? Fuck me in the street like a dog? Have you even thought this through? It’s not like I’m royalty but a little preparation. Maybe a ‘hey want to have dinner with me?’ or a ‘how about we go back to my place’ But that probably wouldn’t work would it.” Nikolas smirked dark, he knew the way junkies lived. “You probably live in a den full of vampires and it’ll be morning soon. While that’s not as problematic for me as most people would want it to be, it’ll be unpleasant if I’m in full sun for too long. And your toys couldn’t last a minute in direct sunlight so where would they go?” He didn’t like the junkie-vampire relationship. He found it mutually parasitic, no one benefited and everyone lost. It was the most talking Nikki had done since they’d met, and it would probably give Alex a bit of insight into what Nikolas really thought of him.

 

He kept his eyes on Alex, fingers ready to draw a weapon and cut himself free, shadow magic was his favorite to use, but it wasn’t what he was best at and it certainly wasn’t the only thing in his bag of tricks. He could easily create a portal and just leave – his presence was an act of politeness, if only Alex understood that.

[Angellium]

"You, sir!" With a quick draw of his gun, aiming down the sights. "Have the hugest stick I've ever seen up yur'ass." he breathed whilst doing a strong upwards motion with his now drawn weapon.

 

"It's way up there too." he added with a chuckle.

 

"You're so lonely - - it's sad." Pressing his gun to his head, "You have no place in this world. Or rather; you don't know what your purpose is." Stalking closer he grinned. "You don't fit in with your own kind. You choose not to play with your food. And you simply refuse to step out of that coffin of yours." Coffin meaning box.

 

Well, at least he got him to pay attention. Nikolas had so many defenses in play it made it hard to even talk to him. Yea, sure they got off on the wrong foot but, it wasn't like it was that serious. Trying to murder someone 9/10 times usually equaled serious. In Alexander's defense, he did[/d] stumble upon a vampire in a most cliche of predicaments. How often did a hunter run into a vampire that wasn't lying through its fangs? "Beside all of that, you wouldn't have entertained my existence if I didn't come at you with aggression. What does a lowly human need talking with an original?" he laughed at the latter.

 

Suddenly his expression contorted into one of mock horror. Eyes wider than the horizon he clawed at his chest.

 

"Oh, please forgive me m'Lord."Alexander feigned desperation as he dropped to both his knees, his hands stretching outwards from his chest to emphasize the vampire's hypothetical "godhood". "What is when I die? Am I to be so vain as to care about if I made an impact on the world by existing?" he scoffed. "If you're so bored with life why don't you just kill yourself? If your life is so painful why do you make it worse?" standing tall the hunter allowed the roots to recede. "My challenge is my interest. I bet this is the first time you've spoken your true feelings since you can remember." Holstering his gun for the last time, Alexander shoved his hands into his pockets casually. "That's alright, get it all out. Only the gods know how long you've waited to bust that one off." he chuckled. "Seriously though, on average how many of me have you met lately?" Alexander asked matter-of-factly as he continued after the other.

 

"You could have easily left Nikolas. You aren't using your full powers on me and vice versa. There's no reason for you to really entertain me. I haven't even got the right to say your name. And yet, you've made it a point that I know it and where you stand in the ranks. For what? You're just planning to runaway and brood about your "pathetic" existence anyway. -- I'll let you keep tryna figure out whether you wanna sink or swim vampire."

 

Alexander concluded with a nonchalant shrug of his broad shoulders. "Whenever you're finished with your self pity I'll be around." The common thing with the old ones was always the same. Alexander supposed he'd grown blind to that the moment he allowed himself to grow an interest in the other. Oh well.. There was surely some other vampire out there. Even with that revelation he knew they would never amount to Nikolas. He had a kind of flare once you looked passed the self loathing of course. But, all vampires were like that when they lived a long torturous life. Thing is, what's the point in living when you couldn't enjoy life? Nikolas was just existing... How pitiful. Alexander couldn't understand that.

 

"My words mean little to someone of your caliber." the hunter stated as he finally closed the gap between them. Standing about a foot away with his back towards the vampire he grinned. "I like to mouth off... Get a feel for the person I'm interested in. If fucking you in this alley would fill that void I'd happily oblige." he laughed. "Your presumption of me is almost right. What you think I want from you is wrong. Using you as an addict would, would be wasteful." Clasping his hands behind his head Ari swooped in over Nikolas's shoulder to land on Alex's forearm. "You've got nothing but time to make up your mind on whether you wanna live or exist. Question is, how long will it be until the universe spits out another being willing to accept you as is?" wandering off down the alley he looked towards the sky. It would be morning soon. Hunting season would be over for the most part. Unlike what the vampire thought, Alexander wouldn't be returning to a den full of vampires. Even he knew with his addiction he could fall farther than his lust for battle could save.

[Morirp]

‘You’re so lonely it’s sad.’

‘You’re so lonely it’s sad.’

The sentence reverberated in Nikki long enough that he’d let everything that had been said before it was over him like a ghost of a sentence, just cold enough for him to have a memory of the statement. Yes, Nikolas wouldn’t deny that he was lonely, but he also wasn’t generally taken off guard by someone calling him on it. Most people just ignored the old vampire’s surly ways as someone who had just existed for too long. In fact, Nikolas was careful to never use the term ‘alive’ when speaking about his own existence, because that’s not what he was anymore, he wasn’t alive. Nikolas would have cursed himself, as his face betrayed him and showed a momentary glimpse of his own pain.

 

Nikolas opened his mouth to respond finally, mostly to Alex complaining about Nikki not paying him attention without aggression – only to have the other feign horror. Well that was certainly unattractive. But the horror of the swill leaving Alex’s mouth wasn’t over yet and there was a sort of stunned silence from the vampire. He just stood there, watching, feeling the roots recede from his skin. So lonely… he wasn’t the only one, and that much was apparent. It was the shock of his name leaving Alex’s lips that got Nikolas to take a step toward the blond. It shook him in a way that resonated to his very core.

 

Nikolas let everything exist between them, all of Alex’s bitterness, all of his intense feelings that were hidden in his words just long enough for the hunter to begin his walk down the alley. Nikolas couldn’t remember the last time he’d been stunned quiet through a monologue like that. Especially one that took such care to attack his personal feelings about himself. Coming out of it to find that his tongue was in fact still firmly in his mouth he took quick steps forward, his short stature nearly dwarfed by how damn tall Alex was, regardless he ducked in front of the mortal and took a hold of the front of his jacket. With a hard yank he pulled Alex closer to him, his soft eyes had taken on that red tinge around the edges.

 

“Say my name again, Alex. Say it.” It was perhaps a strange request that sounded much more like a demand, but just the request nearly left Nikolas breathless, a hard task to do for someone that didn’t need to breathe. Nikolas carefully pushed the hunter’s jacket open with a gloved hand, before he removed the soft leather of barrier with the aide of his teeth. He dropped the glove and pressed fingers over the bite that resided on top of Alex’s heart. “I’ll never be able to live again Monroe. And despite your expert deduction that I’m in fact lonely, that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy my existence. You… though – you’re bitter, almost like you fear something. Are you afraid Alex?” Nikki used the long, sharp nails to trace down Alex’s chest, he could feel all that life flowing through the boy.

 

How he wanted to rip his heart out and swallow him whole.

[Angellium]

Having assumed the other would disregard his existence as he had been, Alexander allowed his mind to wander on something else. The hunter may have been a wild dog in some respects, but, he would prefer not to make himself out to be one that begged. There was a limit to how low he would go. An abandoned mongrel -- he refused to revisit that role again. In all cases Alexander would have drawn his weapon at Ari's alarm. Its caw fell on deaf ears and before Alex knew it, the vampire was all that he could see.

 

Alexander couldn't help but be taken aback by the hard grip suddenly attached to his jacket. It was almost instantaneous that the heat that swelled within him for the vampire boiled over. Those damn eyes. . . simply intoxicating as they bore into his soul demanding that he say his name. If only it would drive the vampire to react with such passion every time-- he'd call his name as much as the other liked. Such raw intensity was what he craved. He watched, intense hues following Nikolas's hand as he pushed heavy leather away, sharp teeth ensnaring the thick of his holster pushing it aside with ease. "We're not talking about the living that I do... tied to life and death... Balancing on a tightrope with only the caress of death to welcome you..." he commented, his rasped voice riddled with an almost breathless excitement.

 

Afraid? Didn't everyone fear something?

 

Grabbing the vampire by the back of his neck he smiled. "I guess you could say I am afraid of one thing... Dying a pitiful death." Alexander pressed Nikolas's hand into his chest firmly, causing his claw like nail to chip beneath the protection of his skin. "Mortality is such a fickle thing many of us humans fail to realize or even accept. I however, refuse to let it ruin me. I'll die a glorious death whether in war or beneath the savagery of your kind." An old soul banished to wander a modern world. Well, that's what the blonde resembled in most cases anyhow. There was no need for his brash behaviour. No real purpose for his unkempt bloodlust. Maybe a few centuries ago he would have been a perfect cog in the chaotic machine. Now however, he was nothing more than an anomaly. If he could be bitter about something it would be towards his untimely birth.

 

"That hunger in your eyes...." he growled through a tense jaw as that hand on Nikolas's neck tangled up into the other's silken dark locks. "It gets me so fucking hot..." the street just beneath their feet shook violently for a split second before several roots, thicker than a full grown python spiraled around their lower halves.

 

"I was content with leaving you be vampire...."

 

"Your willingness to accept a loneliness you don't have to bare is intriguing and only makes me question whether you're telling the truth about enjoying your 'existence'. Even animals seek out a companionship of some sort. You seem to be running from it."

 

The roots tightened. Always, the hunter was shooting craps with his life again.

 

"You can show me now though... If you're truly happy with being alone as you say; you'll consume me until there's nothing left save for a bloody corpse. Either way, I get what I want in the end and you can leave off with a clean conscience."

 

"A rabid mongrel isn't to be mourned over, Nikolas."

 

Was he over romanticizing the situation at hand? No, but it would probably appear like that to the vampire. Well, at least until he looked into those golden hues brimming with a confidence that they shouldn't posses. Allowing his life to rest on a vampire's whim--- a stupid idea. But, the hunter had finally found a vampire that could provide him with either a real purpose or a sublime death. It was a win/win for the blonde whichever way Nikolas decided to lean.

[Morirp]

Nikolas was a little alarmed to see how Alex responded to all of this. If nothing else Alex always left him guessing as to what would happen next. It was nice to feel surprise for once. His eyes drifted over the hunter's skin and up to his eyes - where they were locked on even as his nail dug into the skin. Nikolas' pupils dilated and then constricted immediately like a hungry animal - he could smell the blood as it dripped from the living skin. "Your disregard for your own mortality is intriguing compared to the way most humans run from their own mortality. As if the reaper himself chases them, but you and I both know he has better things to do then chase the herds of thousands of mortals." With that Nikolas leaned in and ran his tongue over the break in his skin, sucking the small wound briefly before licking the blood from his finger.

 

"Your lack of passion for your own life is a bit boring really. It's when you fight that I find you most attractive, it is when I can smell the life coursing through your veins. Like now I can taste the adrenaline in your blood."

 

He felt the fingers dive into his tresses the growling recapturing his attention. Really the sexual tension between them could be cut with a knife it was so palpable. "You wouldn't have left me for more than a day hunter, you said it yourself, you wouldn't hunt to kill me. It was abundantly clear that you would still be hunting me though, Alexander Monroe." Nikolas allowed his now damp nail to run Alex's jugular, careful to keep from nicking his skin, that was a bleed he had no desire for. The hand that hung down at his side moved slowly, but deliberately, tugging at the button to Alex's jeans; a quiet simble that Nikolas was perhaps as interested as the hunter.

 

Nikolas was aware as the thick vines wrapped around his lower half, he shifted a bit but if he could show fear as a vampire - this didn't arrouse that emotion from the original. He wanted desperately to dodge the questions regarding his loneliness, he accepted that it was there but didn't like to talk about it. "I don't appreciate the mortality of my lovers anymore, Alex. I've burried too many, and lost the ones I turned to time and distance. So perhaps I avoid companion ship because I can't count on the stability of a thing I desperately want to maintain. Six hundred years is a long time, and a lot of lovers. Sometimes loneliness is easier to swallow when you can drink it away."

 

The finger that had been touching Alex's jugular moved away and Nikki bit it, running it over his own lip after a moment, causing a small line of blood to trickle forth from his own mouth. He let his lock with those confident golden hues, just in time for them to finish turning red to the pupil as the roots tightened around his lower half. "I want to rip your heart out, and swallow you whole...." Nikolas' fangs were noticeable, bloodplay usually did it to him. But then Alex did what he wanted - his name fell from those perfect lips.

 

It washed over him like smooth whiskey, burning all the way down. Despite the cut on his lip Nikolas grabbed that leather collar and pulled Alex (that tall son of a bitch) down to his face, kissing him hard - passion driven. It was a good thing that Alex wasn't dying, because otherwise his blood being present in the kiss might have been problematic. Instead, Nikolas' blood would taste rich, like an old wine, irony on the back end. The vampire wouldn't be able to help himself, he nipped at Alex's lips as well - hoping to get a taste of the hunter to flood him with that life again.

 

Most people were too foolish to say Nikolas' name out loud, too afraid that the original would lose his shit and drop them where they stood. Nikolas commanded respect in a way that many of the originals did, only he did it better. The short devil was deadly, charismatic, and graceful, and he wouldn't hesitate to fuck you up if you stepped out of line. When the kiss broke, Nikolas gasped to take a breath that would fill his dead lungs. "You're not rabid, nor are you a mongrel. Monroe, you're simply someone who wants more from the hand they've been dealt."

 

He wanted more from the hunter. "What the fuck is with these roots Alex?" More like, why are they holding me here? "If you intend to pin me down then you'd better have a nicer place to do it then here, otherwise it's a long way to my home." Nikolas' eyes were serious and dangerously hungry. He couldn't manipulate his body the way he wanted to or he'd have peppered kisses and nips over Alexander's neck, desperate for the contact of his body.

[Angellium]

Lack of passion for his life. . . The vampire sure hit the nail on the head with that one. Alex supposed he should value himself a bit more but, why should he? The fact that death hadn't seized the chance at dragging another useless human off to hell was proof enough of his worth. An abomination such as he shouldn't be allowed to walk the Earth's planes undeterred. The hunter could kind of understand how his risky lifestyle could be a turn off. The fact still stood however, that living wasn't as interesting to Monroe unless his life was constantly on the line. What else could produce the adrenaline Nikolas spoke of besides a constant knife to the throat?

 

Of course, these were Alex's irrational thoughts as he found himself mentally drooling over over the mere memory of Nikolas's tongue on his chest.

Dare he say he was about to cream himself--especially when the vampire called the entirety of his name. He was struggling... Fighting hard against the numbing sensation below not to rip into his little demon in that dank alley.

 

The vampire was right though. Despite Alexander's previous statement, he would have realized all too quickly no other undead would be able to fill the void the vamp had unknowingly disturbed. The sharpness that dragged across his jugular in combination with that strong tug at the button of his jeans tossed his train of thought even further into the depths of his lewd consciousness.

 

He could barely concentrate at this point. Apparently the vampire was tired of loss. Having the blessing and curse of knowing both ends of the spectrum; the hunter could relate. The need for companionship was even more treacherous than an imminent death. Still Alex was always searching for it. Nothing irked his soul more than being alone. He didn't care what kind of relationship he spawned with a person as long as he could feel wanted. Undeniably, that was the truth behind his unhealthy addiction to vampires and their need to feed.

 

I want to rip your heart out, and swallow you whole... Anyone in their right frame of mind shouldn't find such talk to be as arousing as Alex did in that moment. It had been a long time since the hunter witnessed a vampire able to utter such accursed words so sensually. Nikolas was truly a priceless gem.

 

Again, his thoughts flew to the wind when the other clawed at the thick leather like a starving wolf to pull him into a heated kiss. The blonde could get drunk on Nikolas's blood, his fingers woving tighter into the other's dark locks as he reciprocated said passion with his own. With lips parted an all too eager tongue accepted the other's intoxicating nectre; the tip of it catching the sharpness of one of the other's fangs when he nipped at him. Oh what a sight they must have made to any passerby. The kiss felt like an eternity and still not long enough to satiate the hunter. He watched Nikolas gasp as if he needed to breathe bringing an amused grin to his lips.

 

You're not rabid, nor are you a mongrel. He was simply someone who wanted more out of life. Perhaps... And yet-- "You should know better than anyone that we humans tend to cling to what's been beaten into us." was all he could say on the matter before the vampire brought up another interesting point--the roots. Would the excuse, 'I hadn't even noticed...', be enough?

 

"You can take them as a metaphor." Which that's what they were; a tangible reflection of his severe need and lust boiling over. Without hesitation Alex finally allowed them to separate. With feet firmly planted on the ground he didn't bother to disentangle himself from Nikolas or even clean up the now overgrown roots that lay at their feet. "I'll take you to my place." he stated simply. "I maybe brash, but, even I can show a bit of courtship if requested." Finally tearing himself away from Nikolas with a bit of hesitation, the hunter turned away to shove his hands into the deep of leather. If he didn't do something with them he was sure he'd have Nikolas naked. Nodding towards the closer end of the alley, "C'mon, believe it or not I'm no more than a couple of blocks away."

 

And a couple of blocks it was. Monroe fancied the area of the city that was closest to a large vampire population. Besides an easy fix; he rather liked the company of the undead. Their culture was far more appealing than that of his own. He found it interesting that they managed to create their own way of life under the constant scrutiny of their human counterparts.

 

Alex's place was nothing special on the outside. It appeared to be like all the other row homes, mediocre at best.Having grown up in an environment that frowned upon close relations he took refuge in the farthest thing from it. Living in such close quarters gave him the illusion that he was surrounded by people.

 

With his key in hand Alexander unlocked the front door into a vestibule that led into the living room. "You can go barefoot or wear that pair of slippers." he commented whilst pointing down at a pair of seemingly untouched footwear. Not before long did the human shed his boots and jacket where he stood. He'd allowed quite a bit of carnage to get onto his clothing and despite his wild nature he did keep a clean home as the vampire could probably see passed the threshold of the vestibule.

[Morirp]

The taste of Alex stayed in his mouth even after the kiss broke. The taste of his blood was addictive. It was easy to see how the hunter kept vampires at his beck and call for feeding. He would have sucked all of Alex’s life through his tongue if he’d had less self-control. He wondered briefly if the whole thing was a trap to get his head on a spike and get Alex’s name written into history books for taking down the devil. Nikolas let the thought drift away though, it was apparent that Alex was at least as hungry as he was for more.

 

Nikolas felt a twinge of pain that brought his thoughts back to reality though. Nikki twirled a finger briefly into a piece of Alex’s hair, fiddling with it idly while he formed a thought. “Sometimes retraining takes time, but beaten dogs can recover with the right care.” He let the lock of hair fall from him as he felt the roots fall from his lower half, he still hated how much taller Alex was, almost any sign of affection or desire he showed the hunter he really had to work to do. Alex was a challenging interest to have apparently.

 

When Alex decided they were headed toward his place, and that it was nearby the vampire cast a chaste look about with a short, curt laugh. “Oh I believe it Monroe.” But that was all he said on the matter of the neighborhood. It was crawling with vampires and likely criminals, it was the perfect place for a junkie to get a fix, and a hunter to get a kill. Quite the dodgy place for someone like Nikolas to be found without being knee deep in a business deal for a nearby bar.

 

He followed Alex easily, without much to say at the moment. It was amazing he didn’t have trouble keeping up, but Nikolas was fairly fit, even for those of his kind. A lot of modern vampires were lazy because they didn’t have to hunt, but Nikolas often had to fight whether he liked it or not, so he kept himself as ready for something like what had happened earlier that night as one could be. They reached the apartment just as the first rays of the sun began spilling over the threshold of buildings that had kept them in their gently cradled shadows. Nikolas frowned at the sun but paid it no mind, at least they’d be in soon.

 

The vampire eyed the row house, feeling like it was a strange choice of living arrangements for someone who could afford better, but he decided not to judge, stepping in after the hunter. He saw the slippers, and the clean living situation and was generally shocked by the shape and order of everything. He quickly took to the task or knee-high boots. No small feat. Still he managed it with a delicate speed, setting the leather out of the way before he removed his coat and folded it, setting it on top of his boots – he preferred barefoot.

 

Now that they were there though Nikolas couldn’t help but feel a little awkward, usually this was not the route he took with humans, and certainly not hunters. He licked his lips, an old habit, and the taste of Alex flooded his mouth again. Nikolas didn’t move to bite Alex though, he simply stepped into the house and looked about, removing his tie and vest and letting them fall to Alex’s clean floor. “What if I make a mess of your tidy house Alex?” his remaining glove was discarded a few steps later, then his belt, all falling to the floor as if Nikolas didn’t care – really it was a clever way to begin disrobing.

[Angellium]

Alexander couldn't help an honest chuckle as he watched the other undo his boots. He almost felt kind of bad for asking him to take them off. At the same time though, it would make things a lot easier when he finally got him naked so, Nikolas would just have to deal with it. (And he did..) That smile didn't fade as he watched the other cross the threshold. The hunter thought he would die before another undead so willingly waltzed into his home. Golden hues followed after the vampire as he dropped his tie and vest onto the floor. When he prose the question about dirtying up his house the hunter just shook his head.

 

"I don't care... "(what a surprise) he breathed as a single hand flicked apart the button keeping his pants snug upon his hips. "I like the idea of you leaving something behind." Heavy feet made the wooden floor creak in submission as he stalked after the vampire. Grabbing Nikolas by the waist he pulled him close. The dark of curtains were always closed over. allowing the large living space to hold onto the illusion of night with the help of a singular lamp that stayed on. With the vampire glued to him the hunter backed towards the plush cushions of a couch he rarely sat in.

 

His home was clean but, like the slippers at the front it appeared to be untouched. If it wasn't for the fact that he held a key for the home and that he knew his way around, one would think it wasn't Alexander's home at all. Despite its virginal state, the home held a certain sense of warmth. "You're so beautiful." He spoke whilst wrapping a strong left arm around the original's slender waist and dropped his right hand to cup Nikolas's right thigh. Lifting him off the floor Alexander nestled into the couch behind him with the vampire now straddling the length of his right thigh.

 

Cupping the back of Nikolas head, the hunter traced his lips along the other's pale neck. So smooth..and inviting. "Is it sad that now that I have you I just want to watch you like some exotic pet?" he teased before nipping at the vampire's neck with dull teeth.

[Morirp]

Nikki gasped softly as he felt the other envelope him into his arms, he felt his body press flush against Alex's and his heart rate lept, even Vampires had to have working hearts. What little body was in his veins following the night's activities rushed to his cheeks and flushed them pink. It almost looked like he was alive. Almost. "I'll make sure to leave you with something then." He spoke, breathy. He felt Alex easily move them backwards, allowing the hunter to manipulate his body without a fight.

 

His eyes crossed adjusted to the dim light quickly, eyeing the furniture, and fixtures. It seemed out of place in Alex's world for this to be how he lived. When he was lifted, the world spun briefly till Alexander's face was back into view, blush still touching his cheeks. "You're so much more gentle inside of these walls." It was a quiet observation but a truthful one. His slender fingers pushed through those golden locks, it was like every time he really looked at Alex, he was looking at a new person. He shifted his weight so that instead of straddling Alex's right leg, he was straddling them both, hips pressing into Alex.

 

When the hand fell onto his thigh he looked into Alex's eyes - he hadn't realized he was avoiding them. "I feel like you're very out of place in this house." He let the statement hang for a moment before he began removing his belt, hand scythes dropping to the floor with the belt. A gun came from a hidden place and was set with his other weapons, as well as several other things that had been hidden. He was best with scythes, but they weren't the only thing he could use. After he removed his weapons stash he took to removing the gun holsters on Alex, removing them and setting them onto his own pile. "If you brought me here just to look at me then I'm going to lay in your bed till the sun turns off and be about my way." He smirked and let out a soft sound as those teeth found his flesh.

 

He pressed his hips down as his flesh was excited, a sharp intake of air followed. "Nnn, Alexander... I'm not such a rare find as you make me seem. I'm just old, and wiser then your other finds." He touched Alex's chest, allowing his fingers to drift over the skin, and his abdomen. "You're softer than you look." It left his mouth as almost a purr.

[Angellium]

Hearing that the vampire thought him to be gentle earned the other an endearing smile as those pale hands graced his golden locks. He was being rather soft wasn't he? The blonde couldn't help a sigh of content from slipping passed perfect lips as the other shifted his weight. With the cushion of Nikolas's ass baring down on his erection, he literally couldn't help how much more it hardened in response. Their eyes locked, sea green eyes catching wind of the other's blushing face as the dark haired male pointed out just how out of place he was.

 

The thing one had to know about Alexander Monroe to fully understand him was his past. Born into a family as the black sheep and used primarily as an attack dog; a home was something the hunter never knew. He didn't live in a theoretical dog house; that horror was very much a reality for him. Well, until he grew a pair of balls. So, no his home wasn't an obvious reflection of himself... However, it was an accurate look into what he never had. To put it better: an accurate perception of the humanity he was deprived of...

 

He didn't care to revisit that weakness and just let the vampire's words hang as he began to disarm himself. Scythes.. A gun... Various other weapons. The vampire had certainly been carrying a lot more than Alexander could have imagined. Then those hands moved to throw his holstered guns onto that same pile, the hunter moved accordingly to make the job easier.

 

I'm not such a rare find.

 

Alexander couldn't disagree more. Yes, Nikolas was old and wiser than most... However, he wasn't the first old vampire he'd run into. "But, you are in my world."

 

You're softer than you look. . .

 

"You won't think so for very long." Scars of a treacherous upbringing ran in places easily hidden. Down his back, inner thighs, and the soles of his feet were crudely decorated with the welts of whips and the marks of blades. "As much as I'd like to just watch you... I'd hate to be a disappointment." With that said he cupped the back of Nikolas's head. Leaning into the other he kissed him deeply whilst wrapping his free arm around the other's back. Smoothly, the hunter shifted positions to lower his all consuming desire down onto the couch letting his hand slip away from Nikolas's head only after it was comfortably laid upon the arm of the large couch.

 

"What will you leave me Nikolas?" the human asked, his lips trailing along the other's neck as he spoke. Still, the stiff bound by the tight of leather burrowed into the other's lower half eagerly while the hunter laced the pads of his fingers passed the hem of the vampire's pants. A hard yank away and he'd managed to pull Nikolas's pants down just enough to expose his groin and cup his ass without disturbing their current position. Without warning, he allowed his hand to grope at Nikolas through his underwear as he awaited his response.

[Morirp]

The scene had changed quite drastically from the initial lust born heat that had caused them to almost roll naked in the streets. This was like a dance, a thing of grace as their bodies intertwined, and met with the rise and fall of life force. Nikolas could feel the heat and heft of Alexander’s erection as it pressed up between his plump cheeks. The rising and falling of their skin as it prickled under touch, was the most exciting thing that Nikolas had been a part of in a century.

 

Nikki was curious about Alex’s opinion of why he was so special, personally he’d met a lot of people and he wasn’t sure what it was that Alex saw in him. “What makes you think I’m so special? It’s such an odd opinion to have.” He laughed softly, the gentle smile touching his lips was nice, but it faded quickly. “I’m glad you’ve decided to not just watch me, it would have been a disappointment to play my role as a cat today without getting rewarded for my… naughty behavior” He laughed again, playful banter was a nice touch, adding some levity to his voice.

 

 

His light moment was followed with that mouth coming down onto his, a noise of surprise as he was moved, smooth mother fucker. Nikki’s mouth opened willingly to the passion of the kiss, fingers reaching up to tangle into those golden locks. Though if it wasn’t abundantly clear now that Alex had a full foot and three inches on his height. He felt so short! Nikolas wiggled his hips down so that his legs were still spread, baring the weight of Alexander’s hips and that ever pressing need in a more relaxed manner. One –last- wiggle of his hips was on purpose to entice Alex just as his mouth pulled back from his own.

 

Nikolas took a breath, “I’ll leave you with bites all over you if you keep kissing me like that.” Nikki was mostly joking but when the hand pushed against his groin without any warning his body arched, eyes wide. No one had touched him like that in a long time. “Fuck~!” Fingers pulled those light tresses, gently, and his hips bucked unintentionally. He stole another – chaste- kiss from the man, and began shifting his body. He did actually have something to leave Alex with. He rolled over despite what might have been better judgement so that he could get into his belt easier.

 

 

It forced his whole body to readjust, but it also caused Nikki’s ass to push right into Alex’s erection. He felt around briefly in the pocket of his belt before he felt the familiar weight of a platinum chain, a small charm hung off the bottom of it – also platinum. It was a sigil that belonged to the Lyrewood family crest. He turned back around with a bit of difficulty because all he really wanted to do was get Monroe out of his cloths. He slid the trinket around the hunter’s neck. “This’ll help you hunt me down, should you ever feel the… need.” When the last word left his lust ridden lips Nikolas slipped his hand down Alex’s front, dodging his underwear to head straight for the flesh of that erection, a long sharp nail dragging over the hardened flesh without drawing blood.