Thread: Hunted (BurningWillows & BloodMoon)

Valeraine had waited until the sun had set to move from her usual slow pace into a quick run, dashing through the trees. The demon blood in her pounded, making her even faster so that she was only a blur. With her time, she'd be at the last city in an hour. She knew it was foolish to run to him, after finding out Searrinna wanted Elijah. But he had mentioned he'd be in the city, and the alternative was leaving him for that bitch with so much as a warning. And she owed him a favor, which she loathed a demon owing anyone never ended well. She's probably following me, Vale thought annoyed, chastising herself, But I need to tell him, without getting near him in any way. Silently she continued forward, thinking up a plan as she raced through the brush. She was watching him now. Her pale eyes looked like giant saucers, where the full moon had once danced and left it's mark. In a way, even covered in blood and in pain, she was gorgeous. Xael caught his thoughts and stopped himself. This woman was in pain, and he was considering her looks, not her health. The vampire leaned forward, watching her eyes move with him, Are you healing? He was unsure if she was nonhuman or not, but the former was his best guess. Most humans couldn't withstand the pain she endured. From the abrasions on her body, and the amount of blood...she'd endured a great deal. Vampires didn't need that kind of torture. They were undead, but cruelty came from the man within, not the beast. They needed blood, but only enough to sustain their life. Without it, their immortality would slowly fade away and they would be faced with their death once more, since death was the only way to become a vampire. Xael visited brothels once a month to feed, making his feeding sensual and fun. This beast ate flesh, so his enjoyment came from the kill and the fear. Fear he had kept caged up, beating her when she grew too calm. That wasn't the vampire's doing, but the man within. Are you okay? he asked again, surprised at his genuine worry. I asked for it? Ash's nostril's flared and she gulped her wine, feeling it hit her empty stomach, If a woman can't have a decent meal without being pawed at, then I wish I were a man. She ignored his next smart remark, choosing not to argue with him over that. Her food was delicious and she dug in, letting him say what he like while she ate. What he said next made her choke though. The sudden mood swing from pissed to flirty always caught her off guard. But she knew better last time she had listened to his flirtatious tone she had ended in his bed for a scandalous night, and then was ungraciously dumped, with no goodbye or mention that he was leaving. Ash caught the eyes of one of the bar maiden's watching Eli intently. She blushed at first, thinking she was caught by the man's lover, but Ash instead tilted her head towards him, beckoning her forwards as she continued eating. Out of his eyesight, Eli didn't know who she nodded at until the woman was at their table, her amble chest practically spilling over the tight corset she wore around her waist. Since the outbreak, many had returned to older fashioned wear like corsets and skirts. Ash preferred her skin tight black pants and matching attire, all of which flaunted her beauty, but also singled her out amongst other women. She wishes for your attention, Ashlin spoke too sweetly, letting sarcasm drip from her words, Perhaps you shall leave her bed tonight with more than silent farewell. Anger surged and she left her half eaten plate on the table, scooping her wine and standing. Circling to the bar, she bought an entire bottle of whiskey and retreated to her quarters, sending a glare of daggers in Elijah's direction as the whore sat on the table, gobbling up his attention.