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Thread: No love for the enemy. (DTH+Kittenloves)

Drake laughed as she told him she wanted to meet him. She was a vampire, so she obviously knew what he was. Why the hell would you want to meet me, vampire? You know who I am, and you know what I am. You know my name! He looked at the knives in her hands, wanting to pull them out but not wanting to give her the opportunity to attack him. Before I take the knives out, tell me why. I don't know why I'm doing this but I will trust you. Just this once. So be quick about it and don't fuck it up!
Thread: No love for the enemy. (DTH+Kittenloves)

Juliette nodded her head quickly as he informed her that he would trust her, just this once, and to be quick about it. She was more than willing to oblige his stipulations. I just like you! She whined softly, writhing her body in pain as her fingers curled and uncurled. I think you're dreadfully handsome! But I'm a vampire and you're a slayer, I can only look, no touch! I just--!! She writhed again, biting her bottom lip as well before continuing on with her pleads. I couldn't help it anymore, I had to talk to you! Take them out and I'll leave!
Thread: No love for the enemy. (DTH+Kittenloves)

She liked him? That sounded like utter and complete bullshit. But at the same time it didn't. Why did she like him? What the fuck was she thinking? He had never heard of a vampire having a... a what? A crush? On a human. Let alone a hunter. But did she have any reason to lie to him? Well, he was about to kill her so That might be motivation enough to try to deceive. She didn't seem like it. Should he be flattered? The very creature he hunts is attracted to him. This was not an every day experience for him. This could prove to be valuable. If he could get her to talk freely and not coerced about her kind, it could be exactly what the hunters need to free this region from their grip completely. He contemplated for a moment before reaching behind him to pick up his trench coat. He draped over her as he climbed off of her and pulled the blades from her hands. The coat kept the UV rays from burning her again. I'm going to turn these off. You can leave or come inside if you wish. If you leave then leave my coat on the ground. Bring it in to me if you come in. He swiftly moved into his house and flicked off the UVs before heading to his closet to throw on a pair of black jeans and simple black t-shirt with no adornment.
Thread: No love for the enemy. (DTH+Kittenloves)

Juliette was already flinching as the man on top of her began shift and stand. She had been expecting the harsh UV rays to come down upon her but much to her surprise all she received was the dark embrace of his protective coat. Juliette exhaled in relief and curled her fingers around the material, wincing at the tug of movement on her hands. He spoke again of coming inside but Juliette waited several patient moments before peeking out from under the coat to see that the lights were off. They were, and now she had a choice to make. He knew what she was, he was a hunter... she should leave, every fiber of her being told her that. But then again, he had invited her into his house.. perhaps he felt the same way..? She knew that was wishful thinking but the key word there was 'wishful'. After some deliberation Juliette bunched his jacket in her hand, trying not to get blood on it, and quickly shuffled to follow him into the house. Tears brimmed her eyes as she entered, he had hurt her after all.. Thank you, Drake.. She murmured, shutting the door behind her. No turning back now. As he emerged, now dressed, she settled her eyes on him and slowly reached his coat out to him with a trembling, damaged hand. Your coat..
Thread: No love for the enemy. (DTH+Kittenloves)

Drake plucked the his coat from her hand, never taking his eyes off the woman. He wouldn't trust her. Not even for a second. He dropped the coat in the corner before pulling a bottle of whiskey from a shelf as well as a glass, pouring much more into the glass than a normal person probably would. It was full to the brim. He pulled another glass down and filled it to a much more normal portion, handing it to her.Don't worry about getting blood on the glass. That's what sinks are for after all. I'm sure you're glad that those wounds won't last long. That's one advantages of being.... one of you. There was a certain amount of scorn and condescension when he added the phrase 'one of you'. He held nothing but contempt for their species. But perhaps there were a handful that weren't all bad. Drake led her to his study. The room was lined with bookshelves filled with all sorts of books. From science fiction to fantasy, to books on vampires. Some of which hand bound copies of books that were only known to Hunters. He took a seat and motioned for her to as well. So you... like me hm? Why? You've obviously seen me. You've seen what I do to your brothers and sisters, cousins, et cetera. Why would that invoke any feelings other than hatred toward me? He leveled his gaze on her, his eyes staring right into hers. He had a piercing gaze that could make most people's blood run cold.
Thread: No love for the enemy. (DTH+Kittenloves)

Alcohol..? Juliette's brow rose slightly when he held the glass out for her but it was a few minutes before she finally took it with his prompting words not to concern herself about the blood. His comment about 'one of you' caused her to frown guiltily however and pass an awkward glance at her bloodied hand. He was right.. she supposed. Uhm.. She started quietly, but when he began to lead her deeper into his house she was quite quick to follow. There was a gut instinct in her stomach that told her not to, to stay away, but there was a stronger feeling in her that couldn't do that. So she followed. He lead her to his library. She followed him all the way to the seats and quickly took one as he did. His opening topic was, in all ways, awkward. The love-struck Juliette swallowed and turned her gaze down to the cup of.. whatever. She really wasn't much of a drinker. You would be surprised, Drake.. on my standing point of those issues. She turned her big green gaze up to him. I've just found myself stricken by you.. the farther I am the worse it gets. I had hoped actually speaking to you might.. ease that some. I knew you would hate me. And probably kill her, too. But the word was still out on that one.
Thread: No love for the enemy. (DTH+Kittenloves)

Her answer, vague and cryptic as it was, was still surprising. He had never heard anything from a vampire's mouth except for fierce loyalty to their clan. He looked at his glass for a long moment before touching it to his lips and draining about half of it. A sigh escaped him as the bitter liquor warmed his body. So... What exactly ARE your opinions on that issue? I think it's important you be clear about that. If it sounds like bullshit then one of us won't walk out of this room. Hell, I shouldn't have even let you in here. I don't know... you seem sincere. Not that I actually trust. Just enough to not kill you outright He shifted his gaze away from her eyes to the floor next to her chair. Well... since I'm treating you like an actual person, maybe you should tell me your name. You obviously know mine already, but it would be rude not to introduce myself anyway. I'm Drake. Vampire Hunter, literature enthusiast, and chef. In the back of his head a voice resounded 'you idiot. Making small talk with a fucking vampire. You need to get your damn head on straight'.
Thread: No love for the enemy. (DTH+Kittenloves)

Drake had, as she suspected, pushed the topic of her standing in the whole war between her clan and the fierce hunters. She would rather have liked to avoided the whole conversation but she understood his need to know as well as his curiosity. Still, she bought herself a little extra time by lifting the glass he had handed her to her lips and pretending to take a drink, she didn't care for alcohol much. When Drake went on to introduce himself however, she found a wide grin spreading across her features, one that brought her fangs to light all to clearly. Realizing this she quickly wiped the smile off of her face and looked down, though her mouth was still turned upwards. My name is Juliette.. she murmured softly, gaze grinding into the glass roughly. My standpoint is rather passive. she continued to speak, addressing his previous question, The farther a vampire gets in the bloodline from the original, the more watered down their genres are, they are called Fake Bloods by my people. Fake Bloods make up well over half of our population, they deserve death, the result of young making young. Real Bloods, those of good roots and well-aged, I stand behind them.. I cannot be angry with the Slayers when I myself have killed the Fake Bloods. They step out of line, they are careless.. Her gaze drifted off of her glass and to the side, namely away from him. There was a lot more she could have said that she chose to leave out for her own safety. Things like she herself was a Real Blood, a powerful vampire. Also, things like her creator also happened to be the head of the very clan the slayers were warring against.
Thread: No love for the enemy. (DTH+Kittenloves)

Drake had never heard of this bloodlining of vampires. However, it made a lot of sense. The more powerful the vampires were, the less feral and more sophisticated they were. The hunters had never seen the head of the clan, but they had all assumed that was because he stayed secluded so that leadership would never be lost. Although it made sense it didn't make it true. She had no real reason to lie to him, but the only reason she had to tell the truth was the fact he would do his best to kill her if she lied. Then again he had no idea what the power of this vampire might be. He had tackled her in a weakened state. There was no guarantee that in a fair fight he would emerge the victor. Hell what the fuck was he doing? This could have been a trap to get him in a confined space. He took a deep breath and steeled himself for anything that might happen before he took another drink. He wasn't afraid to die, but he wanted to make sure he did his duty as a hunter to the fullest before that happened. And was he? Talking with this vampire who 'liked' him. What exactly is it about me that you like? You obviously haven't had much time to know me for who I am. So I guess you just think I'm sexy? He downed the rest of the glass to steel his nerves the rest of the way. It wasn't just nerves thinking he might have to defend himself but nerves of.... what? Was he attracted to her as well? She certainly was a well built woman, but she was also the embodiment of all he was supposed to hate and strike down.
Thread: No love for the enemy. (DTH+Kittenloves)

Juliette's emerald green eyes studied him carefully as he chewed around all the information she had fed him. It was lucid information as far as she was concerned. Although her people would anger with her for speaking to a hunter, the information she had released couldn't really be used against them so she didn't feel any guilt for talking to him. Besides, if she made one wrong move he'd be on her like white on rice and the last thing she wanted to do was kill the human who had captured her attention so thoroughly. She tentatively palmed the still-full glass as she waited for him to absorb the information and pose another question to her, which she was sure he'd do. And he did. A small flush budded in her cheeks as he quested what it was exactly she liked about him. Sexy? Well.. that's part of it.. She admitted quietly, fighting a tentative smile as her eyes remained diverted from him. I cannot explain it. I've seen you many times, I've grown acquainted to the sight of you.. how was she to explain an inhuman fascination, something common for her breed but not so much his own? She faked another sip of the alcohol to bide her time but found herself making a look of distaste as she accidentally swallowed a bit of it. That's awful. She accused, nose scrunching as she pushed the glass away from herself altogether. She would not be faking another taste any time soon, screw being polite. Blegh..
Thread: No love for the enemy. (DTH+Kittenloves)

Drake couldn't help but laugh as Juliette illustrated her distaste to the alcohol. He knew she hadn't taken that first sip. The glass had been just as full as it was before her fake sip. He picked up the glass and downed the rest of what was in it, a slight warmth now spreading through his body. He let out a satisfied sigh as the last of the liquid drained from the glass and down his throat. I really don't get it. But then again, just cause you vampires look the same as humans doesn't mean your feelings or thoughts are the same, huh? In fact I'd say the way you people think is pretty far removed from general human thought. He kept insulting and talking down to her and about her people even though he didn't mean to. The years of hatred and anger toward them was definitely showing in the way he spoke to her. So tell me more about the blood line. How diluted has it become, and how far have the hunters come to wiping out the impure ones in this area. And one more thing. How important are you? Will they track you, and me, down if I don't let you go? The last question made the air heavy again. He didn't want to let her go back to the clan, as a security measure. They had no idea, however, how easily vampires could track others vampires. They hadn't studied or observed that. So there was quite a large decision for him to make now, and her information was crucial to him making it.
Thread: No love for the enemy. (DTH+Kittenloves)

Juliette had actually begun to feel a bit affable about their meeting. Drake seemed content to talk to her, no games other than that brief UV light incident earlier, and she was being as non-threatening as possible. All the red flags that had been going off when he invited her inside had been eased for the time being, but it was brief. As he talked down to her she felt her facial features falter and her eyes divert, and as he continued on to prod her with questions about her clan her mood only further fell. So he was only interested in her clan then, was that it? Juliette intently watched the wall in thought before she stood. I did not come here to talk about vampires, or hunters.. I came here to talk to you. If you're not going to talk to me, person to person, then I will leave. No.. she certainly was not comfortable sharing that information with him and she was getting those alarming red flags in her mind all over again.. she never should have come here.
Thread: No love for the enemy. (DTH+Kittenloves)

Drake sighed and tried to think of something quick. He actually was interested in knowing more about her individually as well as the clans in general. He had to think of something more so she would become more comfortable. Okay I'm sorry. Tell me something about you. As a person. Not human or vampire. Just you. He hoped that would cool her down enough to stay. Partially because he wanted her to stay, and partially because she knew where he lived now. She could get a whole pack of her clan to come and destroy his little home with him in it. He wasn't entirely sure which of those parts was the larger but that didn't exactly matter. He looked into her eyes and surprised even himself with the sincerity with which he spoke. I'm really sorry for upsetting you. I've just been hunting so long it's hard not to think this way.
Thread: No love for the enemy. (DTH+Kittenloves)

Nothing like a little fear to make someone talkative. LOL. When he suddenly backed over himself and prompted her to talk about herself as a person and not as a part of her clan, Juliette let an indignant sort of haughty look cross her features and she looked away stubbornly. He was only interested in her clan, she was sure. Humoring her just to get her comfortable so he could pump more information out of her. It wasn't until he looked at her more personally and forced a better apology on her that she seemed to ease down some, and even relax back into her chair. Well.. I suppose I can understand that. She started lightly. Her eyes slid over him for a few minutes before she exhaled needlessly, human habits she had yet to let go of. I don't talk about myself often. She admitted this slowly. What was there to tell about herself..? She wasn't particularly interesting, really.. she supposed the first thing that came to mind was.. well.... I became a vampire around the time of the romanticism movement... I have a brother, one whom is also a vampire. He is an older brother, though by vampire standards I would be his superior.
Thread: No love for the enemy. (DTH+Kittenloves)

Drake's curiosity piqued as she said she was a superior vampire. To the knowledge of the hunters, the eldest were the strongest and most superior. He wanted to press that issue and see what exactly made her superior to her older brother, but he would refrain from that kind of conversation now. He didn't want to scare her off. But why? If she wouldn't answer any further, there was no real reason to keep her here. Regardless of the reasons, he wanted to keep her talking. The romanticism movement, hm? It must have been interesting to have lived through that time. Tell me more about it. I actually know very little of it. Which was the truth. With all his time spent learning to kill vampires, he had never really studied much history. His study was oddly devoid of any history books. He held up a finger, motioning for her to hold that thought as he left to return to his bottle of whiskey. He poured himself another overfull glass, then eyed it a little. After some deliberation, he took a large gulp from it so he could top it off again. He figured the more drunk he got, the more he could talk to Juliette like she was a normal person. His logic might have been flawed, but there was no way of knowing that just yet. He started back toward the study, looking at her and smiling a bit more warmly and less fake than if he was stone sober. Ok then. Go on. His hands were finally steady. They had been shaking the whole time the two of them had been talking. If she had noticed, he was thankful she didn't say anything. It would have made him far more likely to be aggressive toward her. He was frightened and excited all at once by this encounter. The thought of doing anything with a vampire other than spilling their blood should have made him cringe. In the back of his mind, however, he found the thought more and more appealing. He blamed it on the alcohol.
Thread: Looking for a father/daughter RP

I wouldn't, but I've had a lot of interest and have a couple RP's going already... sorry!
Thread: A New Breed: Invasion (Skeith & ShiroNezu)

Sybil's life had been on a downward spiral for several months prior to the accident. She had lacked the courage to stand up for herself against the bullies at school, she hadn't the courage to admit her attraction to one of her friends, and had begun to feel more and more separate from her family and friends. Depression had taken hold, and thoughts of suicide were ever intrusive until she'd finally decided she'd had enough. One day, on an afternoon after school, she threw herself from atop a bridge overlooking the road below. Her body collided with a passing vehicle and rolled across the road in a bloodied heap. It was in that moment, as life had begun to fade from her body, that she'd been visited. Her eyes hazed over by blood, didn't allow her to see the being, and the impact had stripped her of any sound other than intense ringing for several minutes. But there was a subconscious knowledge of what it wanted, and she conceded. Her body remained comatose at the hospital for several weeks, when she first awoke, she over heard doctors speaking about her miraculous survival. According to what she heard, she should have died moments after impact, and there was no explanation for how her body was even still functioning. When she wasn't given any answers to her questions, she'd grown violent and angry. Making life very difficult for the doctors and nurses. At least a week from her awakening, she'd grown silent. Her eyes and ears were covered by bandages, and she was sitting up in her bed. Her face turned to the window, as though she could enjoy the view. Her body was held in place by several restraints in case of another outburst. She couldn't get doctors to answer her questions, or explain what had happened after the accident. She had no concrete memories of the time prior to the accident, aside from flashes, and a need for answers, and to locate the faces that continued to surface in her mind. She'd been told visitors would be allowed to see her soon. But there was no sign of friends or family, just whispers and confusing desires.
Thread: A New Breed: Invasion (Skeith & ShiroNezu)

Amalia had heard about Sybil's accident from her mother. They had been sure that she would be dead, if she wasn't already, according to her, so the teenager was left alone to mourn her dearest friend alone in her room, only interrupted when her parents legitimately feared that she might be dehydrated. When news was spread that Sybil had managed to survive, nothing could have made Amalia happier. She was sure to be a better friend, the best friend she could ever be. Honestly, that also meant finally expressing a lifetime's worth of feelings Amalia drove to the hospital as soon as visiting hours were approved, and rushed in with cheesy balloons that she knew would give her a chuckle, along with a Get Well card that she drew herself with colored pencils. She was a little dressed up, her strawberry blonde hair tied up nice and even a little make-up on her tan, freckled face. She knew her friend had finally given in to her depression and tried the worst, and she hoped that her presence would help make things at least a little better. When she reached the room, Amalia rushed in, not caring about the nurse's comment that she needed to slow down. Sybil? Sybil! she cried out, trying her best to hold back tears. She was so bandaged up she likely couldn't even see who had come to visit her. Are you alright? You're gonna be okay, right? she asked, hoping she could at least hear.
Thread: A New Breed: Invasion (Skeith & ShiroNezu)

Sybil was silent for a great many moments after Amalia entered the room. Her head still leaning towards the window. Though silent, Sybil was cycling through memories, trying to remember. Who? She began quietly. Her head turning to face the young woman after a few moments. Who's there? She asked again. She knew the voice, she could see the face in her mind, cycling through names like her memories had been filed. Amalia? She asked after another few seconds. I'm fine. She said quietly. Her head once again lowering as if to look at her lap. She turned her head to face Amalia. Based on the lack of sound, she could tell that she hadn't moved from her spot, a small sigh escaping her lips. Come closer, it's hard to hear. She said quietly. She curled her hands into loose fists, releasing them again soon after. The restraints were uncomfortable, though she understood why she had to deal with them. She wasn't surprised that Amalia was the only person to come see her. She didn't expect her family to care, and the closest thing she had to a ring of friends was the bullies at school. I should be released soon. My injuries hurt a lot less than they did before. She said with a small nod. They tell me I'm lucky to be alive, but not much else. I'm very confused. She said after a few moments.