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Thread: A Darker Shade of Night: Dragondancer+BlisteredBlood

Once more, Heishiro had to turn his head back from the rat-faced man, mostly with the same disgusted look on his face. Honestly, this guy must've brushed his teeth with motor oil if his mouth had to smell that bad. But at least he was starting to get to the point after a little bit of bush beating. So all he had to do was to just meet this Vardon guy out on Peabody and Third and hope he has something better to offer him instead of this washed up geezer of a man as he watched him walk away, somehow relieved that he didn't have to listen to that drunk or even smell his foul smell breath near him ever again. Temporarily, of course when Heishiro noticed that the same man had come over to him again and informed him that he could be found over at Gus's. Irritably, Heishiro nodded at him before he spoke. Yeah, yeah. I know where it is. He said to him roughly, wishing he'd just fuck off already. With their discussion complete, Heishiro first remained where he was for now as he pushed himself back into the seat with a small frown on his face and his eyes closed for the time being. He had obviously a lot of things on his mind at the given moment, and getting the information he so needed badly was possibly going to drive him over the brink of sanity and plunge into the murky depths below. He honestly hadn't even acknowledged sets of eyes on him from all angles at first, but then he could feel another set of of eyes on him that seemed to give him a bit of a shiver up his spine. Heishiro knew what that meant. There was someone here that had a vested interest in him. And what that meant wasn't good, at least that was what he could initially think of at first. Soon enough though, he turned his attention back over to a woman that he hadn't seen in this place before. But then again, those eyes of hers seemed as though they could pierce right through his soul if they wanted to. Then again, everything about her seemed otherworldly, but at this point, he knew he could be here for very long. Not with the fact that the man he was supposed to meet had more information for him was waiting for him at the bottom level of the parking garage. Still, if it meant that he could slake this woman's curiosity for whatever it was she was looking for, then perhaps he could just meet her, greet her then be on his way. With that in mind, Heishiro soon got out of his seat afterward and turned his frame towards the table this woman was sitting at and then moved over to her with a calm look in his deep brown eyes before speaking with her only once. This seat taken? He asked as he gestured at the spot across from her.
Thread: A Darker Shade of Night: Dragondancer+BlisteredBlood

Laelas eyes narrowed as the man she was watching reclined back in his seat and closed his eyes. Her vision and other senses immediately honed in on the exposed column of his neck his vulnerability and availability enticing the predator within her to the forefront. Her tongue darted out over her lush lips and she leaned forward slightly in her seat as she played with the idea of luring him to her so she could partake in enjoying a taste of him. And she could tell she would indeed enjoy tasting this man, from what she had observed thus far. He wasnt drinking, he was handsome and well-built, obviously taking good care of himself. And the shadows in his heart and eyes...nothing drew her like a depth of emotion, particularly dark emotions. Many of her compatriots got off on luring and debasing their opposites - the light-hearted and light-headed - usually beautiful, young, vivacious and vacuous. But not Laela. She much preferred a challenge, and except for when she lazily went for a quick and easy meal, she sought out strength and passion and darkness. All of which she hoped was embodied by the attractive man currently in her sights. Even without her using any of her coercive powers, the man felt her eyes upon him and responded to her. A very good sign, she smiled inwardly, pleased with his awareness of and attraction to her - even if he himself did not realize it. Unlike the previous man to approach her, this one had no fear or unease in his eyes as she met his deep brown eyes straight on with her golden amber orbs. Forcing herself to remain appearing docile, even as the animal within her was coiled and aching to spring, she smiled invitingly as he initiated first contact with the ever-useful first question, This seat taken? Before she could reply, or he could react, a tall, well-built black-haired man stood behind him, pressing his large hand uncomfortably into his shoulder. You need to find another seat, guy the imposing man growled in a threatening tone. He was dressed similarly to Laela, all in black leather including a long leather trench coat. His skin was unusually pale as was hers, and his eyes had a similar glow about them although more of a brown than amber. Continuing to press his hand on the brown-haired mans shoulder, he spun him around with little effort, so he was now facing him. Laela quickly stood up in a graceful, cat-like movement, and reached out a delicate hand to the man being confronted, grasping his arm gently but firmly. A feminine purr of appreciation curled inside her as she felt the hard, well-formed muscle beneath her palm. Laelas voice was velvet steel as she commanded, Ander, I was just about to make this intriguing mans acquaintance - calm yourself.
Thread: A Darker Shade of Night: Dragondancer+BlisteredBlood

Heishiro hadn't done more than reach onto the backrest of the chair he was about to pull out for himself when he felt a rather uncomfortable hand reach for his shoulder and grab at it, making Heishiro narrow his eyes sharply before turning his eyes back at the man who now had him by the shoulder, informing him that he had better find another seat. Oh, how he wanted to just turn around and grab his hand and rip it off at the wrist, if he wanted to. The again, he wanted to do more than that. He also wanted to gouge his eyes out. He wanted to rip his lips off and then glue them to his own butt so that he could show everyone that he - indeed - sucked ass. Or better yet, he could just wheel around and just drop him to the floor with a vicious backhand right into the mug of his then look down at him and give a long lofty but somewhat sadistic laugh. When he was spun around by the same man, Heishiro didn't show him anything that hinted towards being intimidated by him or even showcased any signs of backing down from him either. If looks could kill, then this guy would've been dead when Heishiro looked up at the man's face as he narrowed his irises of dark brown at him while his fists balled up tightly, quivering slightly before he spoke. I think someone said it best when they said, 'I'm not yer guy, buddah'. Heishiro quipped at him as he was literally just seconds away from just tearing off and then grabbing a handful of this big dope of a man and then just drop him into the pavement with one good smash to that face of his. But before he did so however, Heishiro glanced over when he felt a delicate but strangely cold as death hand reach for his arm, making him snap his head in that direction, seeing the woman that had a gentle but firm grasp on his arm. Already, he could tell this night was just going from bad to worse in his eyes and this place was starting to become a snake pit. Actually, I change my mind. Heishiro answered as he pulled his arm away from her, his tone highly caustic. I was just leaving. He added before he moved towards the exit, his face etched in a heinously bitter scowl as he began to walk away, his steps giving off an even but aggravated cadence.
Thread: A Darker Shade of Night: Dragondancer+BlisteredBlood

Laela felt the promise of violence seething internally in the mans body, and it provoked a rise in her own suppressed savage nature. She knew the man had no idea what he had gotten himself into still, it took courage and balls to stand up to someone as intimidating as Ander - even had he been just a man. She felt an unfamiliar disappointment when the man angrily pulled his arm from her and contemptuously stalked off. She sighed imperceptibly as she watched him walk toward the exit, feeling like she would have liked to spend a bit of time with the man, get to know him a little - his name at the very least - before imbibing in the dark delight of his blood. Anders aggressive nature almost got the best of him as he saw the look in the mans eyes that spoke of violence wishing to be done - as he wished for the very same. The audacity of the young pup! he fumed to himself, his long, cold fingers curling into deadly claws itching to teach the man before him a lesson in humility. But he was sworn to do Laelas bidding, so he must accede to her wishes - no matter how it may chafe at his own. Seeing Laela actually put her hand on the human - actually touch him, and not in the act of feeding! - had Ander seeing a haze of red. Then watching her interested eyes follow the man as he rudely pulled his arm from her grasp and walked away caused him even more fury and concern. Laela - what the hell are you thinking? Involvement - of any kind - with a human, is always a bad idea. A very bad idea! Laela gave Ander the briefest of glowers as she turned away. No longer finding anything holding her interest in the club, she began to saunter toward the exit. The sounds from the street didnt carry down to the lowest level of the parking garage in the least. The oppressive silence was broken only every so often, by the squeak and skittering of a foraging rat. The inky darkness was held at bay only minutely by the insipid luminesce of a few wall sconces around the perimeter of the basement. Vast swathes of impenetrable shadows lurked between the cement columns, casting eerie light on the very few cars that were actually parked on this level. The silence and stillness were so complete, one would think the area completely devoid of life, save for the vermin. And, thought the figure cloaked down there in the darkness, one would be correct.
Thread: A Darker Shade of Night: Dragondancer+BlisteredBlood

Not long after leaving the bar, Heishiro began to make his way back towards his temporary place of residence for the time being, this being a hotel in one of the more seedy places of the city, home to some of the more scum infested residents that seemed to belong here. Prostitutes that were desperate not only for money but also for their next john that came in looking for a good time, drug peddlers that were either looking to hawk their wares in a more private place or even people like him, someone that had no place to go and only one way of getting there however they had to do it, of course. During the time he was there, Heishiro had since peeled off his clothes as he came into the door of his hotel room and showered off the stink of the bar, his blood pressure visibly seen through the amount of anger and stress he had been under for most of this time. All he wanted at this point in time was just information and if he had to gut someone to get it, then so it shall be. He was there for at least a good 20 minutes or so before he came back out of the bathroom after having scrubbed himself off of everything that he might have either came into contact with or not, however one wanted to look at it before putting on his usual attire, consisting of his mercenary outfit he had ever since he had left the Knights Of The Dragon's Skull to go after the the person responsible for his family's brutal murder. It was gifted to him by his mentor, the very same man who had died in his arms one fateful night, one that he had chosen to never squander for anything. The sword he carried, though imbued with sacred runes that seemed to only enhance his battling prowess to that of supernatural levels was one that he had wielded and even handcrafted himself some time ago. The weapon in question, was that of a broadsword to which he had dubbed, Silent Moon. Once he had the whole ensemble on his body and the broadsword adorning his hip, Heishiro decided to accent the whole thing with a long hooded traveler's cloak which he had thrown on over his frame then pulled the hood up over his head as he soldiered out of the place, knowing full well that he probably wasn't going to be coming back here anytime soon and began to head out into the night. The travel over to the parking garage where he was supposed to meet this man named Vardon would be eventually quiet, save for the sounds of skittering rats that crossed Heishiro's path every once in a whille when he arrived there a half hour later, soon spotting the man as he came inside moments later, his boots scuffing the ground as he stopped about 20 feet away from the man. You there. Heishiro called to him, deciding to stop wasting time and just get to the point. Are you Vardon? I've come here as requested, for I require some information. He said.
Thread: A Darker Shade of Night: Dragondancer+BlisteredBlood

Heishiro hadn't gone more than several steps out of the empty parking garage when from out of nowhere came a body that tackled him straight into the ground and then held him down by the arms, torso and the back of his hair, too. Needless to say, it disoriented him for maybe a few moments before his eyes slowly readjusted, now seeing a brightly shining hue of amber orbs staring back down at him with a great deal of malice bhind them. To be honest though, it actually angered him a great deal that he was caught off guard in such a manner, but he refused to just lay here and take it on the chin. He had thought about trying to swing his legs and try to scissor them around an area of her body that she left open to him, but her grip on his upper body was rather secure, not to mention the fact that she was laying flat down on him. He would only keep his eyes trained on this woman's eyes of amber, scowling up at her in return as a well of anger could be seen rising up within his body, threatening to burst out at any given moment. Fuck that taller mook at the bar, if this bitch was looking for a fight, she got it in spades! That's none of your fucking business, you crazy-ass cunt! He seethed up to her in reply. Now get your glowing eyed face out of mine before I have to force myself get out of this hold and rip your goddamn neck out! He warned her in return.
Thread: A Darker Shade of Night: Dragondancer+BlisteredBlood

Laelas red haze of fury subsided just enough to acknowledge the spark of recognition in the mans eyes beneath her. He remembered her from the bar, but apparently his rage at her unexpected attack supplanted any curiosity he may have harbored about how she had ended up here in his face. He refused to answer her questions, did he? Snarling at his insolent ravings, she tightened her grip in his hair and leaned her body forward, grinding her knees into the muscle of his arms. As he threatened to rip her neck out, she growled low in her throat as she pulled down harder on his hair, forcing his head back and his neck to curve into a deeper arch, better exposing his neck to her. She laughed malevolently at the irony of his threat. Her eyes narrowed with excitement, taking in his pulse throbbing strongly and enticingly along the column of his neck. She could rip out his throat effortlessly in the blink of an eye, should she wish it. But even in her extreme of fury, she realized she did not want to kill this man. Hurt him - perhaps a little. But not kill him. However, maybe he would be more willing to answer her questions when weakened from loss of blood. She didnt pause to question why she wanted to conquer him on his own terms, choosing not to use any of her formidable mental powers on him, but sticking to her physical preternatural strength and power to kick his ass. She smiled wickedly into his eyes, ignoring the electric spark that ran up her body at the thought of enjoying the taste of this particular stranger - as she begrudgingly acknowledged had been her dark desire since she first laid eyes on him. Laelas thick, dark eyelashes fringed seductively over her half-closed eyes as she lowered her full red lips to the inviting rapid pulse at his neck. She pressed her soft but cold lips to his heated neck in a surprisingly gently sucking kiss, allowing her tongue to flick over his skin to taste his saltiness. Yum. She then squeezed his torso tightly with her thighs to hold him securely and bared her sharp, lethal teeth against his skin as she moved to puncture his flesh.
Thread: A Darker Shade of Night: Dragondancer+BlisteredBlood

Laela felt the man struggle beneath her, and his movements and grunts egged on her predators bloodlust. She sensed his tingle of fear as she caressed him with the briefest kiss in advance of her bite. When he caught the glint of her fangs out of the corner of his eye, his eyes widened with awareness, and her nostrils flared in answering response to the adrenaline pulsing through his vein at her lips. The man then fiercely bucked his hips up from the ground and kicked his legs up and around her torso and arms, squeezing her in a tight scissor hold, attempting to prevent her bite. Laela was surprised at the mans lack of fear and his strength and agility. He was obviously well trained and in top condition. His athletic legs squeezed her arms tightly to her sides, which pressed them against her breasts, causing them to swell closer to his face. At casual glance, their position might be mistaken for a rambunctious lovers hold, save for the deadly glare of the two sets of eyes locked on each other. The element of surprise is always a beneficial battle tactic, and Laela found herself admiring his human strength and fortitude as he strained mightily against her dominating physical power. The combination of her body being interlaced with his and her wish to not kill the man, allowed him to force her back from his face and neck by his leg hold. Her arms started to straighten out as he pulled her back, as she was still holding onto the hair on the back of his head. He began to simultaneously shove hard against her knees with his arms, using all his strength. Leverage and her mercy reinforced his physical power, and his vein pulsing enticingly on his forehead aided him further with her being momentary distracted by its tempting throbbing. Laela angrily released his hair from her grip, and quickly grabbed his ankles, pulling hard to break them apart from their lock. At the same time, and in a sudden move, she pressed down into the ground with the bottom of her feet, uncoiling her compressed muscles with a powerful back flip, springing her body up and out of his leg hold. She hissed out her breath as she landed in a crouched attack position facing him, her eyes blazing with animosity at the man before her - her enemys consort - and yet also from the thrill of hand-to-hand combat well played. With her beautiful face ever so slightly less pale with her exertions, her dark hair flowing wildly around her, and her agile body poised coiled to spring, the woman appeared a bewitching banshee. Beautiful and untamed - and deadly. And not exactly human. What now, pet of Vardon? she taunted. Your move.
Thread: A Darker Shade of Night: Dragondancer+BlisteredBlood

Not long after his departure, Heishiro could hear the vampiress howling in anger and in pain over the effects of the flash bomb that he had thrown down to the ground. Apparently, those things had a better effect on vampires than he had thought originally. But at least now that he had gotten away from the woman, he could at least now begin to start to gather some reliable help as Vardon himself had mentioned to him when he said for him to go after this Laela - whoever she was, anyway - and ultimately bring her down. There was just one little oversight that Vardon forgot to look into. Granted, Heishiro was a former Knight of the Dragon's Skull, but when Heishiro left it, he had severed all known ties to them with the exception of his armor and weapons when he tried to be granted permission to assemble a team then and go after the bastard that had killed his family. Multiple times and through multiple sanctioned he had held with the commander there, he was curtly reminded to not go after his family's murder in blind vengeance. The truth of the matter, it felt as though justice had been moving far too slow for Heishiro's liking, thusly making him leave the service without warning or even prior notice. Combine that with the fact that he couldn't trust anyone with this valuable information, and you have someone who was nearly paranoid in every sense of the word. For far too long now, he had seen the evils of the world, and he had wanted to do more to help the downtrodden and the broken, but when he was among them, he found out that he was quickly snubbed. Perhaps that was why he had decided to strike out on his own. Once he had sensed that the initial danger had been begun to settle down, Heishiro's running speed had begun to settle down into a more calmer trot and eventually even further down to a steady walk, considering that his adrenaline was still running hot in his body, his heart beating like a war drum in his chest. It was clearly obvious that he heeded to lay low and stay out of sight for now, given what he had seen out here tonight. With a little bit of rest to calm his nerves, then perhaps he would feel better enough to head back out here. If she was tracking him, however, then that meant that he couldn't go to any of his old haunts anymore. He would have to vacate the area he currently resided in and then go somewhere else to hide out. But the questions that remained in his mind at the moment was where could he go and what lengths would he have to go in order to make for certain that he wouldn't have another run in with that female vampire again? Undeterred by these thoughts, Heishiro simply pulled his hood back over his head once more as he began to walk, this time not even caring about what part of town he ended up in now.