Eu Sunt Dracul

At his question, she narrowed her eyes. Hm, she was caught. “No…where….” She said carefully. “Uu….” Now that she was cornered she had no idea what to do.

It did annoy her how he looked down upon her (not just height), but she was in no position to fix that at that moment. What would she do, attack him with her wooden sword? Riven was certain her real runic blade wouldn’t be able to kill the dark being in front of her, let alone a wooden sword.

Once the hand grabbed hers she was struck instantly with how cold it was. So cold that it should have been lifeless, and yet there he was standing in front of her talking about people as if they food. When the cold feeling washed away she was struck with embarrassment and the blood rushed to her face, tinging it a slight shade of red and making her more dizzy than before.

"So I was truly just unfortunate to come upon you when you snapped." She said, coming to herself once more. Riven took her hand back and crossed her arms, her mind working furiously.

"You only feed on enemies, you have none here…but you obviously need to feed somehow…." Her mind worked faster. "You need someone to feed on." The instant the idea struck her, she instantly regretted thinking about it.

The shade of red the woman's face took upon was amusing to him, and it was surprisingly difficult for him to hold back even the slightest chuckle. What was the embarrassment from? Was she lost? Perhaps it because she was used to such a touch? Or perhaps it was her weakness that she was ashamed of? He could not say, nor could he state that he truly cared;

"Yes. Unfortunate."

His words were brief, his eyes scrutinizing her, trying to figure out where exactly her train of thought was leading. Nowhere good was his suspicion, at least not for her. She seemed the one to play as the selfless martyr type, and as she continued to speak, though his features were veiled in the dark, there was almost visible concern for her there.

While raged fueled her opponent, Zero seemed empowered by wrath of her own.  The deeply resentful indignation that Zero displayed towards everything would be no stranger to the male, if fury really was his nature.  Like some sort of feral animal, the intoner would meet his cross slash with her own hands.  Raising them up as if to catch his punch and return with a counter attack. His swift movements was of no concern to her, as while empowered by her utautai powers, time seemed to slow around her, but perhaps that we her tapped into heightened senses. ❀ 

"Awaahhh—ha!"

❀ Her grunts and war cries were the only sounds emitted form her lips whilst she slashed at him almost blindly in utautai stance.  Though it lasted only a limited time, she would continue to barrage him as much as possible before the end of its duration.  He likely would not fall during this time, but it might have given her a bit of an edge…besides she could use it 2 more times if needed.

As the glow around her subsided, marking the end of her power boost, she would gain some distance between them, choosing to locate her sword which had been discarded and sweep it up quickly.  ❀ 

"If you’re going to act like that, then I don’t want shit from you. I’ll kill you instead."

The woman's strength seemed to have died down as the glow around her lessened, her skin returning to a normal hue and her state of mind returning to her normal insolent self. So it was only a temporary change then, a moment of empowered madness. Interesting, though that interest would not save her. At this point he didn't give a damn as to who she was, what she wanted, or for what reason she had arrived. The time for those questions to be answered were now gone. All that mattered was her punishment.

Her boast reached his ears, and a sardonic laugh answered her, one filled with such bitter hatred toward so simple a statement that it sounded almost like a sob.

"Kill me? A pleasant dream, but nothing more than a fleeting one, especially by the likes of you..."

Into darkness, he disappeared yet again, this time reappearing before her, crimson eyes focused upon her with a great fury, lips drawn into a fierce scowl, as though he was dealing with a petulant child who simply never learned their place. Then again, in his eyes, she might as well be.

"Even if I believed you were worthy enough to perform the deed..."

His hands moved to grasp her sword wielding wrist in a tight grip. Before she could react he, had made the motions for her, and plunged her weapon straight into his chest, piercing the wretched thing called his heart and extending on through to protrude from his back. His blood soaked the weapon, and though his body shook from the intense trauma, he did not weaken, nor did he even seem to acknowledge the pain.

"Your petty blade and body cannot hope to kill me. There is but one weapon that can kill me, and it is not within the world. Death is lost to me; my sins shall never be judged by them, for I am the monster chosen by God to exist, the necessary evil to punish mankind. I am the Dragon, Dracul! I am the Prince of Darkness! Look upon me, woman, for I am darker and more terrible than Hell itself!"

The grip on her wrist tightened to the breaking point, as he removed one hand to go up to grab her neck, pulling the woman ever closer into his clutches. His eyes glowed with their fearsome red as the scent of her blood finally reached his nostrils. The battle was already done. She had wasted so much time with her insolence. Now it was time for her to pay the price. With a ravenous snarl, his bared his teeth...

The tone of mocking in his words was beginning to grow absurd, something he should have been keeping in check considering the undoubtedly dangerous company he was keeping, but he was in an oddly wrathful state of mind, perhaps due to the others curious nature as the "Dracula" of a different land. Or maybe it was simply because the other vampire had taken the name of his own son as an alias...

"Humans make for interesting cattle. Some are easy prey, some can bite back." She attempted to jump off of whatever she had been laying on and found herself to be very dizzy with a wave of nausea hitting her quickly. Her hand reached out to steady herself on something, anything, not knowing what she had grabbed onto.

Certainly, he had taken care to bring her body in and keep it safe until she rose again as opposed to leaving her outside to an even worse fate. This she could at least thank him for…considering she was still alive. But he would have attacked her even if it were promised she would not come back.  His words did strike something in her, and she looked up at him with an almost angry surprise.

A quick retort brought forth simply how little of a threat he considered humans as a whole. Humanity was weak, especially compared to a monster like him. Armies were nothing, men of god were but insects before him, and above all, there was but one item on God's earth that could possibly destroy him, such an item that was no present here. He held no fear that his cattle would be kept in check.

A hand grabbed hers as she fell, more of instinct than concern. She would be fine once she got her bearings again. Resting for such a long period of time had to leave one feeling weary. But then her anger appeared, and a memory flashed through his eyes.

A dark room with a family and a monster. The father stepped forward to defend his loved ones, only to have his throat cut. The mother was next, her blood consumed even as she held her child. The monster was not sated, and his eyes turned to the child. Her screams were all that remained.

When he returned to reality, his face was contorted in a grimace of pain that he didn't even know he created. He released her immediately, lips drawn thin at the memory he did not wish to recall. His eyes open only slightly, gaze focused upon the floor, avoiding the woman before him as though she was something foul...

Now it was his turn to smile, an almost conniving grin crossing his lips. He had the upper hand for now, and if his suspicions were correct, this vampire was indeed quite similar to him on a much deeper level. Evidently, it was enough to garner this beast's concern. Perhaps a weakness, or maybe fear for his apostle...

"You seem entertained enough for the both of us."

The two were naturally contrasting in such an ironic way; while Dracul held his calm and angered expression, the other kept an almost entertained look upon his face. More and more the similarities in the essences of the two were becoming clear, but there was one distinct thing that the Dragon had kept in mind, a scent that he caught on this one as well...

She would have had to fix her hair every time a fight broke out then: a waste of time.

"Oh, but you wound me! I thought perhaps now we could have tried for a bit of civil conversation after such a rough beginning."

Strolling a bit closer, Seiga’s grin only seemed to widen.

If he was in his prime, he would have taken note of her motions and prepared himself for what was most likely a hidden motion to prepare herself from the attack that they both knew was coming. But the need to feed held priority over any other instinct or form of sense. All that mattered was the life force that was running through her veins, the only force that could return him to his former self. 

She moved closer, obviously provoking him into action. He could hear insults being thrown about in the air, but he couldn't make sense of them. Prey was near and his hunger could no longer be ignored. Bestial intent was etched in gaze, their piercing glare focused on her with such intensity that it was almost as if there was nothing else but her here. He didn't have time to think, nor consider the consequences of his actions.

Now was the time to feast.