The Dark Side (Open)

[Iggy]

Ezekiel sat down at a park bench, and whipped out his pack of cigarettes. He took one out and lit it, exhaling the smoke. He hadn't fed in so long, he could feel his bones ache, and his skin itch. His teeth felt like they were going to crawl out of his gums. His hand shook as he held the cigarette, he was so jumpy now. He took in another breath of smoke before releasing it. He watched the humans running, walking their dog, he could hear their heart beats, their breathing, it was killing him. He needed blood and he needed it now.

Zeke smoked the cigarette down to the nub, when he had snuffed it out. The urge was still hitting him. He had heard of some vampires being able to control their urges but he never had that skill. He had never learned he had always just followed his urges, no matter how bad he felt ruining their lives, killing them like prey. But that was all he knew, he couldn't stop it was too late. He needed to feed and he needed to now.

[shadow]

A small girl, who looked younger than she actually was, walked down the path, taking in the serenity of the park. For her, it was one of those moments in which she was surrounded by deep peace, having forgotten her wounded past, her mindless need to contenue her search. In the moonlight, her skin looked deathly pale, and her hair like sheer starlight flowing down her back, and as usual, she seemed both unbearably young and timelessly old at the same time.

The humans kept away from her, silently noticing her strangeness, but not fully understanding what made her strange. Not surprising, seeing as her world of darkness was mostly forgotten in the current world of humans, remembered only in horror flicks based more on fantasy than reality. She paused when she say a lone figure on a park bench, noticing the subtle way that the humans moved unconciously around him as they did her.

She turned and made her way toward him, stopping only when she stood in front of him, head cocked to one side. One could almost see her wolfish stare, her ears pearked attentively and tail wagging slowly in welcome to the like soul she now encountered. Though she was still human, as on any night that was not the full moon. "You're sad. And painful," She said, commenting on the wpirit she saw benieth. For all her naive innocence, she still had that uncanny ability to know a wounded soul when she saw one.

[Iggy]

Ezekiel looked at young girl with surprise, and nearly jumped out of his skin. He was so jumpy right now, and with the moon going down he was going to have to hunt or he would crawl out of skin. The girl though was most curious, she smelt like werewolf. That smell set his teeth on edge, he and werewolves had always been on strange terms. He had an encounter a few years ago, a bloody and dangerous fight. Ever since then, he and werewolves stayed away from each other. So why was this one so interested in him?

"I'm just...hungry," he said though gritted teeth.

He watched as the last few people in the park began to leave, he needed blood. He scratched his arms, and took out another cigarette lit it. He exhaled and looked at the girl again. He was still curious about this girl. She had an otherworldly sense about her, more than any other werewolf that he had encountered. So many of them were brutish and animalistic, she just seemed wise. It almost seemed to Ezekiel that she shouldn't be even a part of this world.

"Why are you here?" he asked her curiously, exhaling another puff of smoke.

[shadow]

Misora allowed him a small smile, though he was vampire, he didn't seem the bad kind, if he would push himself so far in his thirst. When he lit a cigarette, though, she wrinkled her nose up in disgust at the smell. Tabacco stank, it always has for her, though some loved the scent. "That's bad for you," She said, but then, maybe it wouldn't be bad for a vampire. After all, unlike wolves, they where already dead, wheren't they? So maybe health didn't matter to them, but for Misora, health still mattered, so she moved out of the smoke, and sat beside him instead, drawing her legs onto the bench and crossing them.

She turned back to the vampire when he spoke again. "I'm searching," She said simply, looking up at them. Even when she was standing, he was tall, but now their differences in height was very appearant. Misora had to look up at him, but she didn't seem afraid, even in the presence of a larger, thirsty vampire. Again the thought struck her that, for a vampire, he didn't seem all that bad. Merely... strange. Not a bad strange, but the strange that Misora was like, alone.

[Iggy]

"I'm dead, unless someone lights me on fire, I'm here to stay, miss," Ezekiel said to her, taking another drag of he cigarette, "Besides they take the edge off. Better these than anything else, eh?"

He continued to look forward, this girl was mighty brave being around him at this time. He was going nuts, and the hunger was consuming him. A hungry vampire was something to be wary off. He had seen a few in his day, better people than he was, get in some messed up places due to their hunger. He knew what could happen if he didn't feed, but he couldn't kill just yet. He couldn't bring himself to do that...not just yet. Maybe, now it is time, he thought to himself. Their was humming in his brain, he was so hungry.

"What are you searching for?" he asked her curiously, looking at her through the corner of his eye. Ezekiel looked forward, trying to focus his humming thoughts. He tried to get himself under control, he took a deep breath. He looked at her fully, and studied her curiously, Who was this strange girl?

[shadow]

Misora cocked her head to the side again, puzzling over the vampire's words. What would he be hiding from? What would a vampire, one of the highest creatures in the food chain, be running from? She pushed such puzzling thoughts from her mind; She had a question to answer, after all. "I don't really know. What are you looking for?" She asked, curious to what a vampire would search for, quite suddenly. A spasm raked through Misora's body then, causing her eyes to widen in repressed memories.

She walked through the forest, feet moving nosily and clumsily. "D-demon?" She called, hearing something moving though the darkness, just behind the film of leaves. "Demon? Please come out," She called again, unanswered by anything. Even the night creatures where silent, and the elements still, as though even they felt the impending danger. The sound of someone's approach made the silver girl turn, a hopeful smile lighting her face. "Demon?" But it wasn't her gaurdian she saw. Instead a strange man, werewolf she knew for his animalistic features. "Well hello there, you pretty little thing," He growled, his voice dripping with unconcealed venom and menace, unlike the warm, soft voice of her protector. And for once, she began to grow afraid.

Released from her memories, Misora began to grow aware that pain stabbed through he hand, and warm wetness gripped from it. She raised it level with her eyes, staring at the redness that covereed it uncomprehendingly. In her flashback, she had gripped the wooden seat of the bench so tightly that a large splnter had broken off, slicing clean through the palm of her hand, though by some miracle missing the bone. She blinked dumbly, back to her new self, the hollow sky, no longer so beautiful.

(OOC: Well, you said you like spice, so here it is. >=3 And explanation for the last line: Misora means beautiful sky in japanese. It'd make more sense if you knew.)

[Iggy]

Zeke stared at girl curiously, inhaling from his cigarette on last time before stomping it out on the ground with his foot.

"I'm not searching for anything...I was just sitting here," he said slowly, and eyebrow raised. Then the girl seemed to enter into some dream state. He just stared at her for a moment, before trying to get his hunger under control. He was afraid he was going to at least feed of something...anything at this point. If this girl was smart she would leave.

Ezekiel immediately tensed up at the smell of blood flowing through his nostrils. He clenched the bench, his knuckles turning white. He was so hungry, he was beginning to lose himself to it.

"Your bleeding," he said through clenched teeth.

He tried taking several deep breaths to calm down his racing dead heart. He couldn't. He began to feel his eyes turn black with the hunger. He was beginning to lose all control. He grabbed the girls hand and stared at it for a moment, looking back at her. All he could think about was the blood, and how good it would taste on his dry mouth. But deep inside he resisted. He didn't want to feed from her without her permission, and he doubted she'd give it to him.

[shadow]

Misora inhaled sharply when he grabbed her hand, the pain stabbing through the wound alarmingly. His fingers where cold on her skin, and she pulled back instinctively against the unnatural chill. She looked up fearfully, feeling her heart rate begin to speed. She saw the longing for blood, and there was no Demon here now to get her out of this mess. An insane idea hit her, and Misora raised her hand so her bloody palm was resting against his lips. Her fingertips brushed his cheek slightly, and she shivered. Maybe he wouldn't kill her.

[Iggy]

Ezekiel looked at her in shock as she offered her hand to him, but he had to be careful. He couldn't kill her, he couldn't have that on his conscious, he already had so much. He brought her hand to his lips, taking in a deep shuddering breath. The smell was intoxicating, and his hunger was so strong, there was nothing he could do to resist it.

Ezekiel gentle bit down on her hand, blood filling his mouth slowly. It tasted so good. He was relieved to feel the warm sticky liquid fill his mouth, it tasted so good. He continued to suck the blood on her hand. He placed two fingers on her wrist so he could feel her pulse, so he could tell if she was close to dying or not. He was curious though why she would allow him to drink from her, a stranger in a park. Usually people didn't approach strangers yet this girl did.

As her pulse began to slow Ezekiel released her hand. Blood dripped down his chin, and he gently rubbed it off with his hand. The blood was enough for now, but he was going to have to find more later that night. But for now it was enough.

"Thank you," he said softly, feeling his life and energy returning to him. "I was afraid I was gonna have to kill someone."

[shadow]

Misora inhaled swiftly as he bit into her hand, though after awhile the pain subsided into mere discomfort. This didn't really surprise the girl, as her Demon once explained it all to her. A vampire's saliva had chemicals in it that quicked the blood flow and lessened the pain. Itreminded her of a bat, and she giggled at the comparison. This guy was alot cuter than a bat. That thought hit her like a slap in the face. She never paid attention to looks before, so why now?

When he finished, she pulled her hand back, licking her palm once, like a wolf would do to her injured paw. Nodding at his words and she pulled her legs up, placing her chin on her knees. She was a bit sleepy now, and colder in the chill of the spring night. List it down to the blood loss, but she'd been worse off before, and wasn't complaining. Actually, she was glad that the vampire hadn't killed her.