Meeting again (Bri)

[Jo]

Lured To The Light, Just Like A Fly, You'll Get Caught In My Web.

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Shadows moved from one werewolf to the other and the ones Yusuke didn't have time to get he attacked them himself. If someone had been counting the body count around them was already up to four. This was why werewolves were few and far between in Japan, they never lived long enough to grow in numbers. Hunters were the same, the few that were there knew to stay away from what was known to them as the Yamoto district. To enter there was certain death if you were a hunter but as for a human they just had to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

As one more fell Yusuke looked around, there were no more coming after him but he could still smell on alive. His eyes scanned the area until they fell on his meal, she had been caught. His mind was thinking on what to do, attack and he might end up hurting his meal beforehe even got a chance to taste. Do nothing and his meal would be lost to him, as he began thinking other colours were soon appearing in his vision. Red no longer being the only colour, his bloodlust was wearing out on the killings.

Yusuke was gaining control once again and once he had control he wouldn't lose it again like he had. There were just too many things that triggered off the bloodlust and he didn't have time to just stand there and list them all.

His meal still had fear dripping off her, his meal. Why did 'his' sound so familiar to him when it came to this particular one? As his eyes met the werewolf's he remained still, his, what was so his about her. She was beautiful, her scent, her fear, it was like she was one of his Hime's.

"Hime. My Hime." His insanity left just as quickly as it had come, he had managed to say those words, that name he had given her. Which was the only thing that would snap him out of his bloodlust completely. His confusion was replaced by a smirk, the Yusuke she had been talking to moments ago was back and in control.

He disppeared making the wolf skiddish, it had every reason to be after the carnage he had left in his wake. The wolf no longer had to look for Yusuke as two blades pierced its chest. Any hold it had on his Princess would soon be lost, twisting the blade and aweful crack echoed in the night air. Slowly he pulled the blades out letting the wolf fall to the ground and in no way was it graceful. Yusuke stared at Krystal but not like he had done when he saw her as his next meal.

"You should really learn to use a blade like this. It'll save your life." He spoke in a mocking voice, but part of her would probably be relieved to know he was no longer the bloodlusting elder vampire, just the annoying one.

[Brighteye]

His grip was just short of bone crushing, or at least it felt like it. She knew for certain there would be a bruise on her wrist. She'd finally got her hand on the hilt and not the damned blade, and she drew it as the wolf went still. There was no way a blade should cause that much fear in him - at least, not until he knew what it was made of. For all he knew it was plain steel, not silver or even blessed for that matter - which it was, but he didn't know that. So what was this rigid fear coming from?

Krystal, the curious creature that she was, looked up at the face of her attacker, and saw that his eyes were no longer on her. No, it was something over her shoulder, and she didn't even have to look to know what it was that affected the wolf. Well, not "what", but "who". Yusuke. He was behind the two of them, and obviously the wolf saw him, and became afraid. That meant he was looking at the two of them, or else the wolf would have already killed her.

The wolf jumped slightly, and Krys turned to look over her shoulder at what it was that had startled him. There was nothing there. She should have guessed. She looked back to see two blades in the wolfs chest. A sickening crack made her flinch, and the grip on her wrist went slack as the life left him. She brought her arm down, taking a few steps back as Yusuke pulled his blades out, letting the wolf fall. She watched him, wary, afraid he was going to attack her again like before.

What she saw there was not the insanity from before. He'd lost his blood lust, thank god, because there was no way she was going to be able to out run him. Now that she was actually thinking rationally, she could realize that he'd have caught her quite quickly, and it had been nothing but a game the instant she'd turned and ran. "You should really learn to use a blade like this. It'll save your life." He told her, mockingly.

"Why do you care for my life?" She responded, completely curious. He could have let her die at the hands of the wolf. He should have killed her yesterday. Yusuke had said something along those lines before the wolves came and sent him into blood frenzy, and now she wanted to know what it was that he was going to say.

[Jo]

Lured To The Light, Just Like A Fly, You'll Get Caught In My Web.

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Yusuke sniffed the air one last time, no more werewolves were coming at least not for a long time. They would probably think twice before coming to the graveyard at night. Stories would float around, exaggerating the whole thing about how something killed seven of their pack in one night. Of course the blame would be placed on the vampires but for the time being hopefully they would stay away. Yusuke had probably just done nearly a few days killing for a Hunter in one night.

It was probably in times like these the Hunters were thankful for the ongoing fued between the two races. A vampire would find a werewolf more of a threat than anything else and vice versa.

Yusuke removed his jacket, discarding it on the ground. It was covered in blood, it was completely ruined, however his undershirt wasn't as bad. At least there were still places on it that were still white. Removing his shirt he revealed his pale torso, even though he wasn't board in the shoulders he still had muscles. His body toned and chizzled to perfection, just like every other vampire.

Turning the first inside out he used it to clean his face, hands and part of his hair. Pulling it out of its pony tail he let the long raven locks fall around his face. Finally he wiped the blood off the blades before sheathing one and sticking the other in the ground.

"The answer is simple." He stated, once he knew he looked half decent he tossed the shirt with the suit, there was no use taking it home, he'd simply have to buy a new one when he got the time.

"Your 'My' Hime." His voice was cocky when he said it. He knew that word annoyed her, he knew she didn't know what it was but in all it wasn't far from the truth.

"The longer to keep me interested in your life the more I have to keep you around. The second you bore me is the same second you'll be dead."

[Brighteye]

He decided to strip instead of answering her right away, removing the bloody clothing. He used the soiled cloth to clean himself, his hair, and swords before throwing it on the ground. She didn't doubt that they would stay there too. His chest was as perfect as anyone would want, but it wasn't anything she hadn't seen before. He was just the same as every vampire when it came to looks. Perfection, they were the ultimate predator.

"The answer is simple." He told her once the clothes were on the ground. So, he was going to answer her instead of just standing there flaunting the "upside" to vampirism. "You're "my" Hime." He informed her, quite cockily. What? She wasn't property for one to buy and sell. She was her own person, not something of his. Krystal opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off, speaking again. "The longer to keep me interested in your life the more I have to keep you around. The second you bore me is the same second you'll be dead."

Threats. Of course he'd have to threaten her. But that didn't bother her nearly as much as the thought of him considering her property. That just made her skin crawl. No, she definitely was not something of his to claim. Just because vampires had... different views than humans did not mean she had to go along with them. Especially not that one, and definitely not with him.

"I'm not something for you to claim." She told him, glaring up into his eyes. Her hand still gripped the blade, and she tightened the grip ever so slightly, so as to keep herself from throwing it at him. Krystal might actually get a hit off on him if he forgot about it and got to close, but if she threw it he'd just do that misty thing and then she'd be without a weapon again. Not like that wasn't unusual when dealing with him or anything.

"Threatening me won't change that fact, either." She informed him, her gaze and voice never faltering.

[Jo]

Lured To The Light, Just Like A Fly, You'll Get Caught In My Web.

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He didn't care if she was staring at him, he walked around half naked at home, he just tried to stay covered up when he went out. But he wouldn't be doing anything more after they parted ways, he would go home shower and see what Sophia was doing. Which meant, taking her away from what ever she was doing and getting out his frustration on her.

The way Krystal looked when he stated what she was to him was priceless, she was his little play thing whether she knew it or not, whether she wanted to be or not. It wasn't her place to say otherwise as far as he was concerned.

"Indeed you are My Hime and one day you'll be sitting in a cell wishing I had killed you years ago." Another threat? Hardly it was more of a promise than anything else. A promise he would take her away, lock her up like an animal and treat her as nothing more.

"I'm not threatening you, they are all promises, unlike you I can keep mine." He teased as he moved one of his hands as though he was controlling a puppet. Soon enough the black mass was back and hovering above him, holding out his hand it dropped the sheath he had left at the scene where his blood lust took over. Then he clicked his fingers and the mass was gone, picking up the katana on the ground he sheathed it and tied it onto his hip. There was no use giving her a blade she wasn't going to use.

"Besides, we both know I give new reasons to be afraid of the dark. Just keep that in mind when we meet next time." There was going to be a next time, and another and another. There would always be a next time until she bored him and then the situation would be different once again. As long as he was here in this city she would have no escape from him.

[Brighteye]

"Indeed you are, my Hime, and one day you'll be sitting in a cell wishing I had killed you years ago." Her eyes widened slightly at the threat. Now there was one hell she prayed to God would not happen. There was no way she would let that happen. That was one scenario she had never even imagined until she'd met him. Being kidnapped and made into some sort of slave. No, that definitely had never crossed her mind. Not until a vampire figured into the equation at least.

"I'd kill myself before I let you have your way." She informed him, biting the inside of her cheek. Death was something she feared, strangely enough, especially since she was a Hunter. She courted death everyday, but the oblivion after life was not something she looked forward to. She liked life very much, thank you. But, when faced with death or a future such as that, she would accept death happily. "I'm not threatening you, they are all promises. Unlike you, I can keep mine." He told her, teasingly.

Oh, how she did hate him. How he could find the right nerves to hit at just the right times. Poor Carla, Krystal truly did hope she was okay. He'd probably scarred her, she had been so scared last night. And what of herself? She'd been unable to do anything, completely useless, helpless. That was why she'd joined the hunters, so that she wouldn't ever be in that position again, and here was this man screwing all that up.

He got his sheath back, using those shadows. They scared her more than him. She'd seen what they could do, and it made him all the more frightening. Then they were gone and he was tying the sword to his waist. At least he wasn't going to try to force her to use it again. "Besides, we both know I give new reasons to be afraid of the dark. Just keep that in mind when we meet next time." Next time? She didn't want a next time, she didn't even want a "this" time or a "last" time. But, life didn't work that way, and even if she never went on a hunt again, she knew he could find her.

Besides, the way he phrased it, was he done? Would he let her get the hell out of here, get back to the relative safety of the head quarters? Ugh, there was that word. "Let". As if she needed his permission. But, he'd skewer her if she tried to leave, of that she was almost positive, and she did not wish to meet death after so narrowly avoiding it.

[Jo]

Lured To The Light, Just Like A Fly, You'll Get Caught In My Web.

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Yusuke chuckled, there would be no way he would let her die. He tie her mouth so she could not bite off her tongue, he would keep sharp objects out of her reach, unless he planned to use them on her himself. No, he would let her live a punishment for killing his kin and for thinking idol things such as being a good hunter.

"And I would turn you before you had a chance to die. Believe me my sweet there are worse things then being my slave, ask Sophia if you ever get to meet her." Ah, his loyal slave. No matter what he put her through she would always be there, be loyal to him. Why? Because she knew no other way of life, she couldn't live any other way now, not after what he put her through. Being his slave was all she knew and would be all she would ever know. All because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

He felt it once more, the fear she had for his control of the shadows. She would probably think twice before stepping out into the night. For that was the time she would be on duty, shadows, darkness the very thing she worked in now became her very night mare. Even though now she had seen all of his power he would continue to make her think he had more.

"I guess this is where we part. No goodbye kiss?" He asked before the night air was filled with his laughter once again. However he didn't give her time to answer, he was going to get his kiss, steal it from her again. He wanted her to hate him, so he was on her mind all the time.

Closing the gap between them a hand rested on the back of her neck pulling her towards him. As their lips made contact it lasted longer then before, he wasn't rough, nor was he gentle either. He found the medium between the two and held on for a few morre seconds before letting go. A cocky smirk was stuck on his face it wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

[Brighteye]

He laughed at her. Let him laugh. She would find a way to die, one way or the other, if that time came. She was pretty creative, she'd figure something out. "And I would turn you before you had to chance to die. Believe me, my sweet, there are worse things than being my slave, as Sophia if you ever get to meet her." She didn't plan to meet Sophia either. He would be rotting in hell before she allowed something as atrocious as that to occur.

"Turning me wouldn't stop me." Krystal replied to him. He sickened her. He was worse than any other vampire had, any criminal she'd heard of had. He was the only one that she feared, of that she was certain now. She hadn't known true fear until she'd met this vampire, and now, reflecting on other situations she thought she had been scared paled in comparison.

"I guess this is where we part. No goodbye kiss?" He laughed again, and before it had finished echoing, he was there, in front of her, hand at her neck. He pulled her into him, holding her there, lips against hers. Krystal struggled, trying to get out of his grip. The contact revulsed her, and she wanted it to stop nearly as much as she wanted that horrible howling to end.

Then he released her, and she pulled away as quickly as she could, taking a step back. Without even thinking, she reacted, lifting one hand and striking at him. She didn't think it'd come in contact with anything, when she actually let her mind think about what she was doing. Not that that stayed her hand, no. She let her body continue it's momentum. If, by some off chance, she actually made contact, it would give her much pleasure. Striking him wouldn't prove anything, and probably would annoy him, at least a little. But it wasn't like she cared how he felt. No, just the opposite, in fact.

[Jo]

Lured To The Light, Just Like A Fly, You'll Get Caught In My Web.

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He could feel her fighting against him, he loved how she struggled, resisted him. Oh he would have fun with her if he brought her back, and he could right now. She had no way to stop him but why end her torment today? No he would save it for another day, one where she wasn't on her guard as much.

When he released her he couldn't help but smirk, he was more then satisfied with how it went. She was angry at him, digusted and angry. He could tell by the way she tensed, how she looked at him, it was all in her actions. She hated him, not that Yusuke could find a reason to blame her, he had been on her case but that was the whole idea.

He watched as her hand came to slap him, no she wouldn't give her the satisfaction of making contact with his cheek. As her hand kept coming he turned his body into mist but held the physcial apperance. Her hand swiped straight through, not leaving a mark or hurting him in anyway. The look of frustration on her face would be priceless.

"We will see each other again My Hime, I can come around sooner if you need help 'releasing' that frustration of yours." He moved back a few feet creating more distance. If she was anythign like his little sister she would still try to throw something at him even though she knew it was futile.

"Until our next meeting Mh Hime, try and get home safe. I have a feeling the graveyard will be crawling with werewolves shortly." He stated as he pointed to the bodies around them, someone would come to check and if she wasn't on her guard and they caught her well he wouldn't be able to help her, not this time.

[Brighteye]

Oh, to wipe that smirk off of his face. He was so cocky, so self assured, and why not? He was perfect in everyway, and he couldn't be harmed. It was the best of everything - he'd probably end up living until the end of the world itself - unless someone got lucky enough to get a sneak attack off on him. Somehow she highly doubted that. He was very well aware of his surroundings, and even if he wasn't he has all those heightened senses. Yes, very unlikely to strike him unawares.

She saw his eyes move to her hand, and knew, knew without a doubt, that she wouldn't hit him. But he didn't phase out, so maybe he would..? No, false hope, once again. His body wasn't there, just the image of it. Her hand swiped through air, not giving her the satisfaction she wished for. Of course not, because that wouldn't be fun for him, and it would torment her all the more. Still, it did make her mad. Stupid cheating vampires with their supernatural powers.

"We will see each other again, my Hime, I can come around sooner if you need help 'releasing' that frustration of yours." She glared at him, and yes, if she had anything to throw, she would have. She didn't have the skill of throwing knives, keeping it only for close quarters fights like the one where the werewolf had had her gun in the air.

"I don't need your help." She informed him. Well, that was kind of a lie. If he hadn't helped her out earlier, she would be quite dead. Then again, if he hadn't tortured the wolf that signaled his friends, they wouldn't have been in that situation at all. No, she didn't need his help. He only caused more problems, frustration, and other negative emotions and memories. "Until our next meeting, my Hime, try and get home safe. I have a feeling the graveyard will be crawling with werewolves shortly."

Oh yes, because there were seven bodies here. She wondered how it would be covered up. That'd be pretty difficult. She felt bad for them, they'd just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Shoot, she might have been able to get away with being a stupid human if Yusuke hadn't been there, but no. They had to kill them, and now there was going to be an uproar in the supernatural circles as they tried to find the one who did it.

"Who knows, I might get myself killed to spite you." Krystal told him, turning her back to him and stalking away. If they were done, she was getting the hell out of here. It was dangerous, being here with him, and in the graveyard with the dead bodies of seven werewolves and their scent on her. She had to get out quickly. Her own scent over powered it enough that they couldn't track the wolf scent off of her own - but they would recognize it if they came face to face.