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Thread: Hunted. [ Michie Mich x Russian Vodka ]

His casual stance gave him a relaxed approach. Almost making him appear careless. But the vampire knew how dangerous people could be. Especially when backed up in a corner and forced to fight for their life. But he wasn't a natural, no matter how much he had wanted to be. His bloodline was human, it would be obvious to her as she got closer. There were thin, white lines, paler than his skin that seared his face. He observed her, how much she was packing. The sword, however, caught his interest for a quick moment, supressing that she was there. He remembered having seen pictures of it by his Master, having studied it's history, her's too for that matter! He snickered at the sight of her. He always enjoyed the sight of a gorgeous female body, though this one was both beautiful and deadly, a dangerous mix for a careless vampire. His eyes scanned her body, noticing the necklace even before she begun playing with it. Unlike humans, he didn't lose focus to her womanly forms, her cleavage, the fact her hips gave her an almost perfect hourglass figure. He could still smell her blood, the sight of it tingling in his senses as he restrained a low, guttural growl in his throat. He couldn't give in to primal instinct. He was a rafined creature of the night, not like those other bloodsuckers who depraved on the first thing they found. As she moved to him, circling him, he followed her hungrily with his eyes as he listened to her words. I am not as monsterous as the weak of my kind. He replied calmly, his accent falling neutral when it came ot English. He had been almost all over the world for long enough to pick up accents, dialects. Everything he needed to know was in his head or in his diaries as he let his arms fall back in a swift move, the coat sliding down the back of his arms and onto the ground with a whoozing sound. He heard her introduction of herself, making him grin. The last descendant of the Burakku line. He turned to her, his lips curled in a mischievous smile. The pleasure is all mine. His tone took a quick change, becoming seductive as his form was now revealed to her, tall, lean, showing enough muscle. But it was a deceiver, his strength was unmatched by humans, most of them at least. My name, is Maximillian de Gronaj. He bowed for her, the handle of a sword the length of his spine sticking up at the back of his neck.
Thread: Hunted. [ Michie Mich x Russian Vodka ]

The porcelain-skinned female eyed the vampire carefully while she continued to observe him Pitiful. She despised these creatures, even if she was one. She was forced, forced to be what she was. It was a constand remainder of what a failure she was How she was weak and not strong, in her own mind. The fact that she was constantly putting herself in danger by teasing vampires made her life to be full of danger, but her mission was her own. It was something that she knew she had to do. After she had finally finished looking him over, she stood in front of him with a small grin then rested her hands on her hips before tilting her curves to the side. Is that so? In my experience, all vampires are the same. She began before she took a step forward and it was obvious that there was a clear height difference, but she was undeterred There was no backing down from her duty. That small grin soon transformed into her devious smirk as she lightly tapped her finger tip against his chest. You all expect the women you find to be defenseless creatures, but you are clearly wrong. It was clear that his presence around her angered the woman, but she was not showing it as anger She was acting more playful then annoyed. That was her personality A variety of mixed emotions always showered with a large amount of teasing and seduction. Some would have seen her as provacative Others would say that she was a slut. In any case, she didn't care. She allowed people to have their opinions since she had their own. To each his own. Placing her index finger against the bleeding cut she had against her wrist, she took the crimson liquid then placed it at the tip of her cleavage where her necklace would rest against while she looked up at him. She took a step closer to him then moved one of her hands against his chest as she leaned in closer with a small grin. Do not tell me that you believe me to be one of those girls, dear. With a wink, she leaned back and rested her arms under her chest while she watched him, waiting for him to respond. What happened next shocked her. 'The last descendant of the Burakku line'? What was that supposed to mean? No one knew about her family because she kept that part of her life a secret. It was her weakness when it came to anything. The only ones who could have known that she was the last one in her family were the vampires that killed her loved ones, including the man that she was to marry. Maximillian... She whispered his name quietly before she shook her head. How would you have any inkling of my family? How do you know that I am the last of my family? She snapped, that teasing demeanor vanishing as the seriousness was heard within her tone.
Thread: Hunted. [ Michie Mich x Russian Vodka ]

Her retaliation to his words about being different made him raise a brow. He was already enjoying the encounter with her as he made sure to observe every gesture she proceeded with, every little flick of her wrist. Even the way her hair waved in the wind. It seemed he was calm, almost too calm as he raised his head, his lips parting in a soft grin. His fangs were already extended to the point of being ready for the bite. He let his tongue lick out to the left, running it along the pointy part like it was nothing before he looked down at her again. If that is so with us, then surely, it must be the same with humans. He replied, applying his logical mind to her reason. If all vampires are weak minded, then all women must be weak. He let her continue her play, obviously enjoying it as his eyes seemed to glow grey. It was a sign that he wasn't committing himself fully to the thirst of being a vampire, that he wanted to change her mind on Vampires. He wasn't going to compliment on his beliefs that she would be as weak as the other women, or girls if they were younger. He had made his point a bit earlier, though he could sense the change almost before it happened. He had mentioned her family. He knew they were all dead. They had to be after what he had been informed as he took a step back carefully. I know all about what happened on that dreadful night. He told her, looking at her carefully, observing how she changed movement and speech patterns as he registered every single change. He had to keep himself mentally one step ahead of her if he was to win the fight. Every vampire knows what happened. He added after a bit. It was the greatest triumph we had over the Hunters. He seemed to tense up for a moment, though quickly relaxed again. Though I am sorry that you lost them all. He let out, nothing more than a whisper as he stepped in closer to her, one hand moving up to her cheek, brushing a strand of hair back. Though understand, I never had any part in it. I don't want to be a part of murdering those who hunt us. I only feed from those about to die, or those who give me their blood willingly. He whispered, seeming to be calm, affectionate for those brief moments before he pulled back, his eyes turning cold slowly.
Thread: Hunted. [ Michie Mich x Russian Vodka ]

He was patient, calm. In fact, he liked to virtue himself with living by the christian rules had taken pride of believing in before he was turned. He never harmed another person if it could be avoided. It was also probably the reason why he hadn't hurt her yet. He stuck to listening, letting her tell her tale how she wanted it. The order wasn't mine to give when it happened. He said, turning his head and gaze from her, letting his hair fall down in elegant waves over his cheek. He had more news for her, but he had to keep them hidden as he kept his face turned away from her. But what happened that night went awfully wrong in the end. You were meant to die too. He whispered. I was never invited to the party, but I watched. From a distance. He told her. He let his hand run from her cheek down to her chin before letting go and stepping in, leaving his shoulder only six inches from her shoulder. I saw what happened, I remember who did what exactly. He whispered. He knew that she was furious, the scent was filling the air and making him restless. He hated dealing with 'bad' emotions and she wasn't exaclty helping him. Though she was still playful, he easily noticed that it was a facade. A face she put up to provoke him. He was taken back, back to before he had been turned. The touch of her smooth, soft skin seemed to stir some memories in his dead heart as he gave a small sound Hm. His lips curled up again in a smile. You remind me of my beloved Madeleine, Yozora. He whispered, turning to her as he looked down into her eyes. I loved her even after my transformation. He whispered quickly, letting his left hand up this time, cupping her cheek, his thumb running just above her lips as he stroked her skin. He kept the contact, making sure it was sensual enough for him to feel comfortable. I watched as they entered my room one night. How they accused her of witchcraft. He told her, his eyes never leaving her's, turning grey, hazy like they had been before the hunger. You lost your family when they came. I lost my world. He felt the melancholy, the irony in it all. He was a vampire now, nothing could change it as he let his head down to hers, placing his cold lips against her forehead in a gentle kiss. So unless you plan to slaughter me, like they slaughtered her, you should consider another view on us. He whispered as he broke off, moving past her. And as to what happens now. He let his voice rise again. If we part without a fight, it will be suspicious, and I doubt you will you give yourself and your blood to me willingly. He said, having let his hand drag down over her chin elegantly, now resting on the handle of his sword. So, it is your call. He was looking forward to a good fight, but he knew he wasn't the provocative one after all. Not too heavily in his own opinion.
Thread: Hunted. [ Michie Mich x Russian Vodka ]

She wasn't the only one to have brought back memories. He just didn't seem to show any sign of them, in fact, he only ever did when he slept. When they haunted him with their blame, and their guilt. It was his own actions that caused him to get where he was, to get himself turned. And every night, he had watched the show from start to finish, turning and tossing in his sleep until brutally awakening when the sun settled and the dream ended. Though she was wrong when she mentioned it had been his vampires who were after her. He felt a lump threaten to block his throat temporarily but fought it back. I never had any vampires under me. He whispered. I was always alone after they killed my sweet. He didn't seem too bothered about telling her of himself, of his past. It was like he made a connection to her, through the fact that they had both lost someone very dear to them. Listening to her reasoning, he smirked, letting his hand grip the handle of his sword firmly before he pulled it out in a quick move. It sung gently in the air as he brought it down, making sure to give her a display of it. It wasn't anything she might've seen before, it was a masterpiece, not a crude weapon for slaughter. If I defeat you in combat, you will let me drink from you tonight. He remarked. Letting his legs slide aside, he decided to stick to his practice of one handed fighting against her as he let his other hand out elegantly, ensuing he wouldn't lose balance easily as he continued speaking. I will not kill you. He smirked at her, letting her know that she would walk after the night. And I will protect you until you've recovered. He finished his stance, his eyes turning colder, turning into a more steel gray as he locked them on her's. Those are my terms, what will you do with me if you defeat me? He asked in a more serious tone.
Thread: Hunted. [ Michie Mich x Russian Vodka ]

My darling Maximillian... She began, cooing in a soft, sultry tone as she raised her hand up and softly trailed her finger along his cheek, giving a half smile and a half smirk while her hand touched his cold skin. Do you think you can defeat me, my sweet? I have slain thousands of vampires through out my years What makes you think that I can be so easily defeated? She asked, her head tilting to the side before she slowly dropped her hand and smiled at him in a devious manner before she took a step back and tilted her hips to the side. My blood, hm? Quietly, she chuckled to herself then shook her head as she listened to him even more, her arms moving to rest under her chest as she let out a quiet sigh. Now, why drink my blood? If other vampires know that I have been fed off of, they'll come after me. More so, those vampires that killed my family will come after me, as well. She began then stopped for a moment and closed her eyes in order to think. If she was fed off of, she could quite possibly attract the attention of those vampires that killed her parents. She knew that if this were possible, she would be a little bit weaker after recovering and she knew that there were several vampires involved. Then came the issue of Maximillian He said he would protect her until she recovered, but does that mean, if those vampires actually came, would he protect her from them? His loyalty stands with vampires, or that is what she had continued to tell herself It was his race. Would he really risk himself for one who kills his own kind? The very thought confused her, but if he really was going to protect her from them, she would have been fine with it It would have showed her that she actually had something to, per say, live for. Slowly, she moved her hand and gripped at the hilt of her blade a bit tighter as her eyes slowly opened while her hand that gripped her steel remained behind her head, her free hand resting against her hip as she smirked confidently. If I defeat you? She repeated, thinking for a moment before she looked towards him and became a bit more serious. Nothing. If I defeat you, I defeat you. There will be nothing more. Those vampires are still after me and I dare not subjigate another vampire to them. I am not that heartless. With the hand that rested on her hip, she moved it up then moved her hand to gesture him towards her. Come.
Thread: Hunted. [ Michie Mich x Russian Vodka ]

Feeling her hand along his cheek, he let his mind wander for just the briefest of moments. She had a delicate touch, soothing him a bit as he listened to her. Though as she stepped off, it seemed as if time slowed down around him. He listened to her words, weighing them thoroughly. She was right, the other vampires would come for her if it became known he had tasted her blood. The blood of a vampire slayer. But he had told her that he'd protect her, and he knew already, from the fact that they had been standing almost against each other, that her blood would only empower him. His eyes sought out the area around them as he heard her hand grip the hilt of her blade. He knew the fight would be immense, it would be long. But he was willing to go through with it. Then, if you defeat me, I will protect you and obey your will and commands. He pledged calmly, knowing it would be the ultimate price for him. He was immortal after all, free. For now at least. Besides, I wouldn't believe you to be heartless just for seeking vengeance on your kin. He added as he readied his mind. Though as he finished speaking, the weight of his sword seemed to almost double. It was like the blade wanted him to stop the fight before it begun. But he ignored it, bowing in front of her to show courtesy. Let the fight begin then. He smirked as he rose back up, his right food sliding back until it felt sure footing as he then lunged forward. It seemed to happen almost instantly, though in his eyes, everything was so slow around them, his wrist twirling the sword around, striking not from the left, but from the right and from the height of her shoulders in an arc that would let it cross through her hips. His mind telling him to win the fight, to prove that he was the better fighter. Even if it might cost him dearly, as well as wounds. But he ignored it, he wanted to win the fight, to prove to her that he was stronger than his kind. And if she caught his eyes, she would only see determination in his steel grey eyes.
Thread: Hunted. [ Michie Mich x Russian Vodka ]

If the two had already begun when he stated his words, she would have lost the fight His statements shocked her. He would protect her and obey her will and commands? But why ? For a moment, she thought that she might have heard him incorrectly, but as she gazed over at him, she could tell that he was being serious. With a clear, disappointed sigh, she gave a small nod to show that she understood. As you wish. I accept your terms. She told him, but that last statement seemed to sit with her a little bit more He didn't believe she was heartless for avenging her kin? More and more as their talk continued, she became confused with what he was telling her. Where did loyalty stand? Did he not want to stand with his fellow vampires and defeat her, along with the other vampire slayers out there? For a few moments, she merely stood there and looked at him, examining all the features of the large vampire in front of her before she turned her head away and let out a quiet sigh. He reminded her so much of Alain Her eyes made their way back to the vampire as she gave a small, sad smile then shook her head. You... remind me so much of him. She uttered sadly, trying to not think of her dead lover, but seeing this vampire made the memories surge through her. Once more, she closed her eyes then saw images of her lover, Alain. It was a flash of pain, seeing his dead body, but then a ray of hope as she saw a vision of him smiling, holding out his hand to her She wanted to reach out and touch his palm, but she knew it was a trick, just her memories Quickly snapping out of her daze, her eyes opened and met with the male before he lunged forward at her and swung his magnificent blade at her, causing her quickly sheath her own steel and flip backwards to dodge the incoming slashes. Fingers curled around the hilt of her blade before she withdrew it, the steel shimmering with the moonlight as she bowed her politely towards him With a deviant smirk, she pushed off the balls of her feet before she jumped into the air and flipped down, connecting his blade as she looked at him, jade emerald hues staring right back into his steel gray gaze.
Thread: Hunted. [ Michie Mich x Russian Vodka ]

Hearing her words, Maximillian realised that winning the fight would take more than he had given into any fight before. The clash of steel against steel ringing out in the night as he let out a soft grunt. She was strong, her eyes showed it as he looked deeply into her orbs. His muscles tightened, forcing her back slowly before he bended his knees lightly, pushing back and breaking the connection. He made the jump out of her reach, his boots sliding over the ground before he stopped, looking to her face. He was reminded of Madeleine there, a quick moment she looked like his woman before she had been slaughtered. The vision made him grit his teeth, a few crimson red drops appearing in his eyes as he felt the hunger battle to overtake him. He fought it back as he stood normally, clenching the sword in one hand before he dashed towards her. He moved quickly, agile as he changed his course just before he got within reach of her, his sword singing as it blew through the air, working cleaving it's way towards her sword hand. It was almost obvious that he wasn't fighting to kill her, he was only fighting to defeat her. He also felt the first bead of sweat springing clear on his forehead, his face contorted, his brows furrowed and his teeth gritted in a silent snarl. He knew he was bigger than her, but he also knew he couldn't afford to underestimate her as he had to fight with all he had in his body and mind. The game was dangerous, if they both got injured and no one won, they would be easy prey. He couldn't risk losing either. She might've been thinking about his allegiances. They all were. But truth be told, he only lived to study the world. To study why people did what they did. He fought to learn how to stay alive, it was why he had instigated the fight with her. So he could learn, and if she won. Well, he would continue to learn from her. His allegiances, on the other hand, were blank. He answered to no one but the memories he still had left, sanity being driven to it's very edge in his mind when he slept.
Thread: Hunted. [ Michie Mich x Russian Vodka ]

The young female vampire may never had admitted to him, but she knew what this battle was to her It was one of the most painful things to her. Here she was, fighting for someone who had vowed to protect her either way from creatures that should have had his allegiance, but... No. She didn't know whether she admired him for wanting to protect her or if she should think he was simply unintelligent for wanting to protect someone who was meant to kill him. As she remained in mid-air, her curvaceous frame pushing her weight against her steel, her eyes remained peering into his own before they widened Before her, she could see a man that was lost to her, but who had stolen her heart. A-Alain..? She uttered softly, not realizing she had said it aloud as she pushed herself off him then shook her head. No... No, I must be dreaming. Trying to convince herself, she looked over towards the male figure and saw Alain, but the image soon faded to Maximillian who was still holding onto his blade. He... He was like Alain, there was no doubt about it. In that fact, she couldn't let him win. She had to protect him . Seeing the hand coming to cleave at her sword hand, she quickly pulled her blade back and allowed their steel to connect once again. Please... Don't fight me, Maximillian. She begged, her persona completely changing as she looked up at him with eyes that merely pleaded for his defeat before she pushed herself off of him, her free hand moving to grip at the hilt of her blade as she closed her eyes for a moment. Protect him as you would Alain. Nodding to herself after the thought, she opened her eyes and darted towards him before pressed her sword into his hand, wanting the weight of the blade to become too heavy for him. Her morals, everything she had been been trying to fight for... She had to throw it all away just for him. He was the one vampire who believed in her, who had shown her a compassionate side to the beasts she believed to be there and now, she couldn't let him go. She wasn't going to let them get him, not because of her.