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Post by The Mighty Spinach on Apr 6, 2007 18:53:45 GMT
Michaela pelted at full blast through the streets, the air was crisp but with the hint of spring beginning to filter through. It was the sort of night that many would consider tranquille and relaxing, especially when the quality of the air was so fresh...but Michaela cared not for the state of the air or her surroundings, all of her attention was focused on putting as much distance between her and the narrow street as possible. Not that this was easy as everywhere around her appeared to be exactly the same surroundings as five streets down. Michaela managed to resolve that if she tried to run in as straight a line as possible she could not double back on herself, she would not descend once more down that particular alley, back to the body. She snapped her thoughts back to what she could see in front of her, but this was easier said than done as she could still smell the fear in her nostrils, still hear the cries in her ears, still taste the blood in her mouth... No, she could not allow herself to think of it, not now, not ever, she could never make peace with the whole of herself, could never accept the side of her that lusted for the kill. Sometimes she was lucky - or rather the victim was - and she would realise what she was doing before she made the final blow, but some nights, this night, she recovered too late.
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Post by Malice on Apr 7, 2007 17:41:54 GMT
Hunting had been good tonight. Although she tried not the enjoy it, killing always gave her a rush. It was like a drug - so adictive... yet dangerous. The last thing she wanted to do was attract attention to herself. Ahh... well. She licked her lips, tasting the remnants of blood. She was not cruel; she killed swiftly, and ate what she killed. Waste not. She sat on a rooftop, the gentle breeze playing with her hair, and her silver eyes gleamed as she watched the streets below her. She loved Venice. Although she had been run out of town a hundred years ago, she doubted the people would remember her. But... some of the older vampires might. It was better just to lay low, figuratively speaking. Vampires and werewolves did NOT usually get along. And, of course she was a werewolf. And - ironically - her name was Silver.
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Post by The Mighty Spinach on Apr 7, 2007 19:14:42 GMT
Michaela was certainly not paying enough attention to her surroundings, with good reason though, she realised this as she had to rapidly bring herself to a halt to avoid landing in the canal that lay in front of her. A thought occured to her then, maybe travelling by water would be quicker than by land. She began to dart her gaze around, hoping to find a boat that she would be able to steal, or a gondala that had been tied up for the night. Usually she would just continue running but right now, theft was hardly going to concern her.
Just as she was about to give up and continue through the city by foot, Michaela noticed a plastic covering floating by jetty of one of the houses a little up the canal. It appeared to be a boat, but she would have to swim to it, she did not really mind too much about getting wet, maybe she could rinse the remaining blood from her mouth. The house behind the jetty appeared dark, Michaela assumed that the owners must be asleep or had some other exit to the house that was not a waterway. Taking a deep breath, Michaela prepared to dive.
The water was icy cold, making her, who usually loved the cold, shiver a little. Swiftly she swam towards the boat and began to take off the plastic covering. A light snapped on in the window in front of the boat, stunning Michaela momentarily.
"Hey you! What do you think you are doing?!" Shouted a man from inside, or at least, that is what Michaela took it to mean as she did not speak Italian. Quickly she darted away from the boat and carried on swimming up the canal as fast as she could, hoping the next area where the canal reached the street would not be too far.
A little way up Michaela heard a bang behind her and as she turned she saw that the man had left his house and was now entering the boat, he was obviously coming after her. Michaela swore lightly under her breath.
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Post by Malice on Apr 7, 2007 19:46:28 GMT
Silver yawned as she saw a man chase what appeared to be a vampire. In a boat. She laughed. If she had not just eaten, she would have killed that man,and most likely the vampire too. But for now, she was content just to sit on the roof top, the large moon outlining her form, and feel the chilly air against her skin whilst she watched the two. Especially the vampire, who had caught her interest. Most vampires she knew would just kill the man, not run from him as if he was a hunter. Hmm... She thought Vampires... I'll never understand them. With a resigned sigh, she shifted to her lupine form.In a matter of seconds, a large black wolf was trotting in the shadows - unnoticed - behind the two. She knew she wouldn't be able to rest until she saw th outcome of this peculiar chase.
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Post by The Mighty Spinach on Apr 7, 2007 19:56:03 GMT
Soon Michaela reached a bridge, that would probably be the best way to get away from the man as he would not be able to follow her. With a quick glance over her shoulder to check that the man had not gained to much ground, or water, she felt for feet and hand holes around the bridge and used them to scramble up to the top of the bridge. With only a minor effort Michaela managed to pull herself over, but did not land to gracefully as her soggy foot slipped, sending her sprawling down the steps of the bridge. When Michaela landed she lay there for a few seconds before proceeding to sit on the lower step for a couple of minutes, but she had to make sure she did not remain there for long. She could still taste the blood in her mouth, even though it was long gone, she was afraid that she would kill the man if he caught up with her.
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Post by Malice on Apr 7, 2007 20:05:49 GMT
Silver's huge lupine form slipped silently through the shadows, wondering what the vampire was up to. Running from a human! She let out a choked noise in disgust for this vampire's weakness. Maybe she should just kill the bloody human, and go home. But he was still on the boat. Dammit!, she cursed silently. She hated getting wet. Well then, we'll just have to make him come to shore. When Silver stepped out of the shadows, she was in the form of a human once more, wearing a long black dress. She walked to the water, and just as the man was passing, she called out; "Sir? Sir? I seem to have lost my way." She put a light magick in her words. A spell to make the man want to come to her. She just hoped she was more important than some dumb boat.
((is it okay if i kill him?))
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Post by The Mighty Spinach on Apr 7, 2007 20:21:14 GMT
((Sure you can kill him))
The man tilted his head up at the sound of a voice and looked towards the girl. He pulled the boat over to the side, looking around, feeling slightly impatient as he did not want the wretch who was trying to steal his boat to escape. "My English, not very good, where you going?" He spoke to the girl, hoping to get her sorted quickly.
Michaela pulled her soaking hair around to one side and twisted it to drain the water out, not that it did much good as her clothes were also soaked completely. Her locket felt incredibly cold against her skin. Why was she being so bothered by the cold tonight? That was a silly question, she was most definitly not herself tonight. Flashes of the body streamed through her mind. Michaela put her head to her hands, determined that she would not cry.
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Post by Malice on Apr 7, 2007 20:25:07 GMT
Not bothering to keep up the pretense of an innocent, she grabbed him by the throat and threw him against the wall of a building, causing him to let out a loud scream. Within seconds, she had shifted back to her wolf-skin, and had her jaws around his neck. Keeping him alive... for now. She wanted to see what the vampire would do. But... it was hard. The bloodlust was strong tonight - full moon - and it was hard to live by her own sketchy morals of eating what she killed.
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Post by The Mighty Spinach on Apr 7, 2007 20:32:14 GMT
Michaela shot her head up as she heard a scream. That could not have been good. Quickly she stood up and looked over the side of the bridge. Just upstream a little she could see the man's boat...it was empty.
Speedily, Michaela dived off the bridge and entered the water. It took her only a few seconds to reach the boat, when she did she rose above the surface of the water and peered onto the ground. She saw the girl, after only a couple of whiffs she could tell she was a werewolf. "Stay away from him." She commanded, the last part of the sentance came out a little garbled as her mouth bobbed back beneath the water.
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Post by Malice on Apr 7, 2007 20:38:03 GMT
A sound. Silver's head lifted slightly, to look towards the river. Big mistake. The man gasped, and a thin line of blood dripped down his neck. One of her canines has pierced his skin. Instinctively, she bit down, crushing his wind-pipe and puncturing his main artery. She finished it by jerking her head sharply up wards, tearing out his throat and ending his life. She stood for a second, her paws quivering. Then she dug her muzzle into his torso, and started feeding for the second time that day, the scent of blood chasing away all common sense. Never feed in the open.
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Post by The Mighty Spinach on Apr 7, 2007 20:45:33 GMT
That was it, Michaela had fled the man in an attempt to save his life, but he was dead anyway. Swiftly she climbed up from the water and approached the werewolf, drawing her sword with the intent to take a swing at its head. As she draw her blade back she was stopped in her tracks as something hit her, something which was proving to weaken her much tonight, usually she could resist it, the scent of blood. The sword fell from her hands and clattered to the floor as she lost control of the blade.
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Post by Malice on Apr 7, 2007 20:51:35 GMT
Tearing herself away from the remains of the corpse, Silver growled at the vampire. She saw the sword that had dropped to the ground and shivered. She had been but seconds away from death. In a single fluid motion, Silver grabbed the sword from it's resting place on the ground, and hurled it at the water. It clattered into the boat. Then Silver turned back to the vampire. It looked like the thing was having seizures or something. Ohh... she's fighting the bloodlust. Silver had heard of these vamps... the ones that were ashamed of what they had become. For not the first time, Silver was glad that she had been born as a werewolf. She had heard the Turning was very painful.
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Post by The Mighty Spinach on Apr 7, 2007 20:59:28 GMT
After a few seconds Michaela snapped herself out of the sway that had held her, but dared not to look upon the body, it was hard enough with the smell so strong in the air. Realising she had let her sword fall she instinctivly bent down to retrieve it, only to find it gone. She glanced up and noticed that the werewolf was watching her. Michaela groaned inwardly, she must have got rid of her sword. She straightened up, still trying desperately hard not to look at the body.
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Post by Malice on Apr 7, 2007 21:07:53 GMT
The only annoying thing about being a werewolf was that you couldn't talk in your wolf-skin. It ruined alot of great come-backs. So Silver just growled. A warning: Stay Back. This was HER prey. The vamp had best remember that. Taking a threatening step forward, Silver let her growl rise in volume.
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Post by The Mighty Spinach on Apr 7, 2007 21:12:25 GMT
Michaela starred coldy at the wolf, "You killed that man, that makes you my enemy, are we clear about that?" She stated, though it was probably not the smartest of things to do seen as she was not in the best of shape tonight and was now without her sword, not that she could not manage without it. Her sword was just a form of security blanket to her, except a person probably would not cuddle it unless they had incredibly tough skin.
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