Shadow of the cemetery

[Eryle Darlusk]

A graveyard was never exactly a bright, cheerful place, but when an individual such as Eryle was walking through it, it seemed to become even more menacing; the shadows naturally deepened around him, and any light reflecting into the area from the surroundings or from the stars seemed to fade and stifle, further deepening the almost tactile blackness of the area.

His eyes were attuned to the place; the occasional spirit of the deceased was visible, but that wasn't why he was here. Really...he had no specific reason, actually. It was mostly because the place just resonated so nicely with him; it relaxed him.

Still, there were perhaps other things he could look into. Tombs where he could practice his magic. Weaker points between realms were especially common in such an area as well, and his presence naturally cracked such foundations even further, meaning he could easily move elsewhere if he found the need.

In fact, if he could find a more abandoned mausoleum, he could perhaps remove whatever caskets were left there and settle himself for a while. He was always looking for good temporary sanctums, and he hadn't actually stopped his travels for a lengthy period of time now.

Scanning over the area, he eventually settled upon a small crypt, grinning to himself as he walked up to it, attempting to pull it open. Locked. Of course.

But that didn't mean anything. A small shadow surrounded his hand and flowed in a whisp to the lock, an audible *click* heard a moment later as the door opened, creaking and revealing the dark room inside.

He walks inside, eyes turning to an onyx color as he shifts his eyesight to more easily pierce the blackness.

"Splendid...truly splendid", he says quietly to himself as he walks about the place, taking the time to discern how much work he'd have to do.

[Violeta Kryt]

Violeta had been meandering around the graveyard. Why? She wasn’t sure. It was probably just for the creepy factor. She loved to peek out from behind dark corners and let her crystal blue eyes shine all ghost-like at passerbies. Tonight though, things were on the quiet side, so she decided to stroll around and glance at some of the names on the graves. Nobody she knew was in here, all her family that had died many years ago and was buried in London.

She strolled gracefully with a feline grace about her. Her lips were smug as she saw the crypt not far from where she was standing. There was someone below. She could feel and smell him. It was obvious by the opened door, as well.

She slid inside, letting her intense blue gaze take in the shadows around her. The darkness was her best friend. She slowly moved farther inside. Her lips parting only slightly as she got a whiff of the man that was also there with a lingering smell of brimstone. He was not mortal, by all means. She recognized that smell from anywhere.

Her fingers slid against the cold stone wall as she moved through. It was a wonder vampires loved crypts. They were so dark, damp, and cold. It was the perfect environment for them.

She stepped around a corner and found that she had caught up with the man. “Demon,” she said in a way of greeting the man. His name did not matter to her, but if he was willing to share his blood she knew she would have a wonderful high from it.

Her blue eyes slid over the man that was covered in the darkness, but she could see him fairly clearly. His smell was enough to make her mouth water. Her fangs peeked out from under her top lip as she narrowed her eyes.

She was quite unusual, definitely not your typical vampire. She wore all black leather, had the power of lust swirling around her, and she carried guns on her hips. She never left without her weapons.

[Eryle Darlusk]

The darkness in the room seemed to be swirling as the dust was swept away and the shadows seemed to be knitting the very material of the walls, ceiling and floor back into a 'newer' look. He watched with a satisfied grin, when the word sounded nearby.

"Demon"

It was fairly sudden, and to a trained eye perhaps more a trained flinch to the word than a reflexive, conscious retaliation; His form discorporated in a whispy unraveling into shadow and then quickly flowed and reformed behind the vampiress, a defensive stance now taken as the shadows nearby lurched upwards and almost seemed prone and waiting to pounce at the demonspawn's command.

After he took a few seconds to look the girl over, though, he eased up somewhat, and the shadows melted back into the ground, if perhaps still thicker than they'd naturally be. His eyes glowed a deep red a moment as he looked into her aura, seeing that she was a form animated by stolen lifeforce; blood in this case. A vampire, best he could tell.

"Vampire...", he says in response finally, a slight smirk on his face, "Can I help you with something?", he asks in a cool tone, with a barely veiled whisp of curiosity behind it.

She'd likely notice he was still looking her over, seeming fairly interested despite his tone. Perhaps she might think it was the aura of lust surrounding her, but even if it was having a likely reduced effect on him, he really just always had a certain interest in vampires, in.... various ways.

One thought crept through his mind, that maybe he was in her claimed territory. He rarely ever checked such things before settling somewhere, so it was possible. He eyed her carefully, not wanting to further provoke past his initial response if such was the case.

[Violeta Kryt]

Violeta raised an eyebrow as the demon went on the defensive. When his shadow reformed behind her, she took a step away and leaned against the cold wall to keep her icy blue eyes focused on him. She didn’t like for anyone to be behind her. Her hands slid subconsciously to her weapons, about to pull them free and blow the demon to kingdom hell until he eased up and the shadows dropped away.

“Help?” She shook her head. “I don’t need any help. I was wondering if you needed help?” She pushed off of the wall and walked farther into the room, sliding her fingers over the surface of different things. Dust slid off, leaving a trail where her finger had just been.

When she was a good five or six feet from him she turned back around. “What brings you in this part of town?” She crossed her arms with the question. That was when she let her eyes roam over him to see what he truly looked like. His glowing red eyes stood out over everything else.

Something struck her about this demon. Of course, she was neutral about most things, so if he was here to kill she wouldn’t stop him, unless it got in the way of something or someone she wanted. Then he’d wish he was in hell rather than the torture she would put him through.

She tilt her head and tried not to think about the reason he was here, but most demons weren't around just to make nice. They were usually here to take what they want. But, she held back any thoughts until he told her the reason he was there. If he lied she would smell it. She brought her gaze onto his, letting the power of lust roll off of her to see if he would be effected by it.

[Eryle Darlusk]

His eyes changed back to normal after a few more seconds...well, normal as in jet black when in a crypt this unlit. Still, perhaps slightly less offputting since they gave off no light of their own anymore.

He'd noticed her hands moving towards her weapons, and was fairly quick to come to the conclusion that she wasn't the type of leech to merely try seducing her problems away. Of course, that just made her a bit more interesting.

"I am quite alright in most regards...no help needed", he says with a smirk, shaking his head a bit. As her fingers trailed along the surfaces, her hand's shadow seemed to polish it afterward, completely removing the dust from the area. No need to try hiding such ability a this point, he'd already made it blatantly obvious in his initial response to her.

As she asked her next question, he frowned, taking a short step closer to her, and his eyes glowed once more as she spoke, the surface thoughts accompanying her question being read somewhat reflexively by him

"What brings me here? Wanderlust, really...", he begins, shrugging slowly, but then smirking, "And I am only half demonic, so you can stop wondering about specific motives...I feel just as home in such an area as I would in another realm", he explains.

He sighs, inching just slightly closer to her, "Why do you ask? Have I stumbled into your territory, my dear? There were no obvious markings, and I do promise not to cause any trouble....unless invited to, of course", he asks after a bit, speaking with a somewhat darkened charisma and a devilishly charming sort of grin.

[Violeta Kryt]

Violeta had definitely noticed the subtle changes in the shadows by the demon. She had known a demon before that had such an ability. He was always soaking in the shadows, hiding out from others to see him. It made her delirious when he couldn’t make his presence known.

She crossed her arms under her chest, not making any notion that she even noticed him checking her out. She didn’t see any use for the demon, except for some of his blood. Demons could be so complicated. She liked to keep things simple.

She pushed her back off the wall and stalked to the other side of the room to eye the demon. Her eyes watched him carefully, almost inspecting him. “Wanderlust?” She raised an eyebrow, unsure what that was. Was it something similar to her power? She parted her exceptionally red lips. Her extremely pale skin made their color appear deeper and richer. “It depends on what you define as territorial. This graveyard is nothing that belongs to me. I tend to come here just to relax, and maybe spook some people.”

She watched the charming, devilish smile upon the man’s lips. It had little effect on her. She was the epiphany of lust. She was devoid of men working their charisma and charm on her. If she wanted them she would be the one working her lust. They should be so lucky when she chose them because between the bite and the power of lust she could make the experience something they had never imagined.

She pivoted on her foot to move back across the room. Her black leather boots screeched against the concrete floor. She wasn’t pacing, although it appeared she was. She just had a thing about constantly moving. She didn’t like to stand in one spot for too long.

[Eryle Darlusk]

He noticed how little effect he had on her, his supernaturally enhanced charm being shrugged off. That made him frown slightly, but seeing as he wasn't born of a demon of lust or the like, he didn't much care that he had no such sway. Really, it was just more of a bruise to the half-demon's inflated ego.

At that, he dropped the facade of charm, leanin gon a wall nearby and speaking in a cool tone once more, "Yes, Wanderlust, an innate compulsion at random times to travel or move, simply enough. This graveyard happened to be where I ended up, and it seemed like a nice place to settle for a bit", he explains, arching an eyebrow, "Ah, well, if you hold no claim surely you don't mind sharing", he concludes.

There was a curious gaze as he continued watching her move about, trying to contemplate her specific motives without resorting to trying to force his way into her mind; most vampires could detect anything more than a brush against their surface thoughts, from experience.

"So then, what now? Do you plan to chase me out? Kill me as a rival to your power? Sway me into letting you drain my blood? Don't keep me curious, my dear", he asks, smirking slightly as he leaned there.

He could maybe have a bit of fun with this, he figured, if he didn't push his luck too far. Though his ego told him no vampire could rival his level of power, that didn't mean he'd ever get away unscathed. And, of course, his ego saying it doesn't make it true, either.

[Violeta Kryt]

Not only did the demon take note of her shrugging off his charm, but Violeta took note that her power of lust had no effect on him. “Such a pity,” she grumbled. It was such a waste, if you asked her. The fun completely drained out of it for her. She loved to play her power on unsuspecting people and dragging them in while she got a little taste of their blood.

“That sounds like a very boring power,” she crossed her arms and regarded the demon. She merely shrugged her shoulders at his next question. She didn’t care if he was in her territory or not. She almost felt like being cruel to him just to give her something to do. Overall, the demon was not being very entertaining. She did love to be entertained, that was for sure.

She turned up that powers of hers and took a step towards the demon, lifting one eyebrow. Her shapely form moved as graceful as a feline towards him. Her eyes fixed on his. “You are no rival to my power,” she continued towards him until she was mere feet from him. “I won’t drain you, but if you are offering up your blood I would not turn the option down,” she lifted her lips just enough to flash the tips of her fangs.

The demon was sadly mistaken if he thought he could walk away from her without being harmed. She’d empty every clip she had into him, and she would enjoy every last minute of it. Then, she wouldn’t need to use lust to gain access to his blood. She would take it from his fallen form.

She took a couple more graceful steps in his direction, until she was mere inches from him. She gave him an icy stare to see what else the demon just might have to say. Her look spoke volumes, almost daring him to do something. She wouldn’t mind having a cat toy to slap around for a bit. Mixing lust and blood had always been a particular favorite of hers, but the lust would have to hold off. She could get that later from someone else - like the Wolf's Den. It was turning out to be the perfect spot to drain the men's lustful desires off of them to feed her self.

[Eryle Darlusk]

His arms crossed and he gave her a combination of an amused and confused look, shaking his head, "That's because it's not a power, merely a compulsion", he explains, shrugging, "Sorry to disappoint, regardless", he adds in a dry manner.

As her own power upped in intensity- something he noticed, if not becoming a hapless victim- the shadows around him began to rise a bit in reaction to the energy.

Another smirk crossed his expression at what she said next, "Oh? Are you certain?", he asks her as she proclaims he's no rival to her, raising a brow and letting the darkness curl around him a bit more menacingly, although this was replaced with a more contemplative look a moment later.

"You wouldn't, hmm?", he says, tapping his chin a bit, and grinning as she stepped closer, "I suppose I could go without some...provided youre the type that causes that euphoric sort of feeling when it happens. Elsewise it's just donating blood, and there's no fun in that", he says with an amused grin.

With her that close, he decided to see how she'd respond to him wrapping an arm around her waist, grinning a bit as he looks to her, "You're fairly pretty for an undead sort, by the way.....care to give me your name?", he asks, shifting the mood a bit at a whim.

[Violeta Kryt]

The vampiress tilt her head as the demon spoke dryly about his “compulsion”. She shrugged haplessly, “It is no skin off of my back.” She could have cared less about any of this, really. All she ever cared for was what she would gain out of any given situation. Like now, she wasn’t finding any real purpose or need for this demon.

Her icy blue eyes lit up with delight as the shadows around the demon began to react to her power of lust. A minuscule grin crossed her lips. Oh, this was delightful. She was almost ready, hoping for some sort of fight or struggle. It gave her a little excitement. “I am very certain,” she said with a smug look while focusing her eyes only on him, not the shadows forming around him. “Your shadows do not frighten me. I am constantly in the shadows. I live and breathe them,” she spoke with a hint of laughter.

His next words made her raise an eyebrow and tilt her head. He was going to freely give up blood as long as the feeling was euphoric? Violeta laughed all too easily. This revelation greatly amused her; a demon that was willingly going to let a vampire feed from him. It did not get any better than this. But, it left her wondering why he was going to freely give his blood up. It dropped a seed of doubt into her thoughts. Was there another reason why he was willing to let her feed from him?

The arm that snaked around her waist brought her out of that amusement quickly. She slammed her left forearm against the man’s throat and pushed him against the wall that was directly behind him while with her lightning quick reflexes she had a gun in her other hand, pressing it under his chin. She snarled at him, flashing her fangs. Her tone was fierce as she spoke, “Do not play games with me, demon.” Her light blue eyes intensified. “No demon freely gives up his blood to a vampire. What do you truly hope to gain by letting me feed from you?” She said, leaving his questions unanswered.

[Eryle Darlusk]

He shrugs, not bothering to elaborate further on the compulsion since it was boring her so easily. Was such a minor part of who he was, anyway.

The smug look on his face during her explanation made it fairly obvious he didn't believe her. Living in the shadows or not, he was the shadow, and he controlled the darkness. Still, he kept a calm demeanor, being fairly difficult to sway to anger. Unfortunately, he could see the desire in her eyes for a showdown of some sort, meaning she was likely just waiting for any excuse that could lead to it.

Her laugh merited a raised brow on his part. Perhaps she was more used to flesh and blood demons that would never let themselves be weakened by a bite.

That train of thought was quickly interrupted, however, as he was caught by surprise, and found himself slammed into the wall with a gun under his chin, dazed for a moment as a result. In response, she'd find herself pointing the gun at the bare wall a moment later as his form dissolved into semi-corporeal shadow once again, leaking around her and reforming a safe distance behind her, arms crossed and a more serious look on his face.

"You need to relax, you'll live longer", he responds dryly, enjoying the irony of saying that to a vampire, "Honestly, you seem to still be forgetting I am part human, and thus subject to some human desires", he says, but then looks contemplative a moment, realizing she won't accept a half truth.

"But honestly? It helps me understand. As your fangs pierced my skin, I'd gain a further perception of the supernatural energy behind the feeling and the transfer of blood...and gives a slight connection I can mentally draw upon when dealing with vampires in the future", he explains fairly honestly in an enlightened-sounding tone, "I am a bit of a studious individual with regards to the supernatural, you see"

The shadows at his feet thickened and starting forming into almost a mist around him...he wanted defensive measures up in case she decided to violently respond to his answers again.

[Violeta Kryt]

A smirk played on Violeta’s lips as the man disappeared and materialized behind her. She turned slowly, raising an eyebrow at the demon. She still held her gun in her hand, but it was pointed at the floor now.

As he reminded her that he was part human, she raised an eyebrow. She wondered if his blood would be any sweeter with human and demon blood mixed. She licked her lips thinking about it. His words about getting a slight connection brought her gaze up to stare at him. “Is that why? If I feed from you then you will have some connection? Do you think I’d want to help you become connected so you could destroy me?” She asked curiously.

She quirked an eyebrow, but decided his intentions bared no consequences with her. She pushed away from the wall and stepped gracefully towards the man, letting her lust drown his mind out with it, which shouldn’t have been so hard to pull forward with that human side of him. “I’ll give you a bite, “half-demon”, but I only do it to feed off of you.” When they were toe to toe, or in his case, toe to shadow toe, she brought a hand to his chin and held it while her icy blue eyes gazed into his. She used her lust to pull whatever human side of him forward and allow him to feel that euphoric feeling that he had hoped for. In her line of vampires that was their power, lust. She would easily give him that feeling.

“The name is Violeta,” she told him with a neutral stare. She would tilt his head, permitting he didn’t try to fight her, and bring her lips to his neck. Her lips would part and pull back as she sank her fangs in. That feeling he would hope for would overwhelm his senses the moment she bit him. He would experience the power of her lust and then some, and she was far from going easy on him. She let it ooze off of her and push against this half-demon to give him the full effect.

[Eryle Darlusk]

He sighs a bit, shaking his head, "No, not exactly how it works. It gives me no physical or magical capability over anyone, it merely helps me attune to the mindset, and to simply....know....and is difficult to explain past that., he explains to her, and again seems to be speaking perfectly honestly, "I have no wish to try destroying you unless you attempt such against me", he adds.

There was definitely a genuine curiosity to his being, and it could easily be concluded that he truly did just want the knowledge, however oddly he worded such a thing.

As she then spoke of biting him, he grinned once more, "Of course, I wouldn't expect it to be any different", he assures her.

The feeling of lust was being more powerfully exuded, he could feel it...maybe she needed that to properly make the connection when biting. For now, he eased his innate defenses and the feeling quickly washed over the human side of his mind, and she'd see the change as his eyes looked to her now with longing instead of curiosity and amusement.

"Eryle...", He responded quickly as he felt her lips first touch the skin of his neck, her fangs piercing the skin with....oddly enough less resistance than even a human's.

As she began drinking, and thefeeling washed over him, his eyes were clenched shut as a soft continuous exhale between pleasured gasps was emanated, not an overly loud individual, though he seemed to be purposely keeping himself from reacting further. Still, she could sense how much he was enjoying it.

She wasn't just drinking blood though..bits of the shadow around him seemed to react to her consumption, moving up towards the wound and mincing with the crimson liquid as she drank it from him, giving it a taste brimming with raw energy, combined with the odd mixed sensations of the blood of a human and that of demonic heritage. Part of him, at least, hoped she enjoyed the unique taste.

[Violeta Kryt]

“Hmm….very well,” Violeta told Eryle, thinking he was no harm to her. She didn’t foresee him doing much of anything. He didn’t appear very evil, at all. He seemed too innocent, an innocent half-demon. She had probably killed more innocent people in her lifetime than he had, sadly, which was something she no longer practiced. She had become a traitor to the vampires – even as neutral as she tried to be.

She didn’t need to make a connection by using her powers of lust. No, she used it to roll the poor half-demon. She would pull him in, drinking his blood, while making him experience something he had never experienced, and she didn’t even have to touch him. He seemed to respond much like a human, needy and wanting to be a part of what she was.

A small smile crossed her lips that were pressed against his neck. The man was feeling the power of her lust, and she was holding back some. She wanted to open the flood gates just to see his reaction, so she did just that and hoped he would fall to the ground writhing. She thrust her power on him as the demon part of him combined with his blood. Her brilliant blue eyes brightened from the energy he was giving her.

She finally pulled her mouth away and brought her hand up to wipe the remnants of blood from her mouth. His blood had tasted unique, but she still thought Faes blood was far better. There was something delicious and intoxicating about it. “Now that I’ve experienced your blood there’s nothing left for me here, half-demon,” she told him and quickly turned towards the exit.

She had gotten what she had come for. Little did he know that she stepped into the mausoleum with the intent on feeding off of him. She had turned it into a cat and mouse game the moment she saw him, but she never spoke of such things because she liked to keep people guessing.

Next conquest: Setting a bear trap.

[Eryle Darlusk]

When she fully let her power affect him while drinking, his whole body seemed to tense at first as he couldn't help but let out a low moan, his natural instinct to stay composed keeping him from writhing or falling over, but it was obvious she had so much of an effect on him.

Despite her feeding, as he explained, trickles of her own energy had been absorbed into his pattern, exactly as he planned, and when she pulled back, his eyes glowed again as the mental protections reformed and the power settled.

He was pale at first, as one would expect from bloodloss, but in the wound where blood was originally taken, the darkness surrounding him seemed to start filling into it, flowing and his color returned, as the shadow then basically knit the wound closed, whether it would have naturally or not.

He brushed himself off, glancing to her with a raised brow, "If you insist. Have a splendid evening", he says, looking nearly recomposed by this point, waving her off dismissively.

Whatever her initial intent was, it had meshed well with his own just fine, and he could feel the slight connection to vampiric patterns, the innate understanding such a feeding, where such power was utilized, gave him.

Figuring she'd leave and not bother him anymore, he went back to renovating the area, as the darkness began to move once more, refurbishing the room.