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Post by Tig on Apr 22, 2009 18:07:39 GMT -5
Her eyes narrowed, a difference. "I woke up, and I was here. The difference. The crazies attack, they kill, they murder. They don't care what happens to us, they want our blood to wash their hands." She tilted her head, looking rather thoughtful, amusement lit in her eyes. She could have been like the crazies, but she fought her desires, and she never killed her meal.
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Post by Trace on Apr 22, 2009 18:17:21 GMT -5
Trace's mind flitted back to a fragmented memory, long since forgotten with the rest of his past. Himself, standing around bodies. Blood dripping from his hands.
Some of us aren't so different from them.
Trace pulled the crimson knife from his belt, playing with the tip. He had a fond fascination for the way the blade seemed to shimmer in his hands. He poked the end of his finger, drawing a drop of blood, letting it drop to the floor.
"What you said about them, wanting our blood." he looked up at Anya, a grin on his face "There's nothing special about it, blood I mean, its all the same. Its the havoc they crave, the brutality. Its their version of an adrenaline rush. In truth, its the one thing that keeps them human."
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Post by Tig on Apr 22, 2009 18:29:45 GMT -5
Anya's eyes narrowed, shifting to the blood, even one drop drove her crazy, the scent was like a lure, a temptation she fought to ignore. She couldn't, she shouldn't. But somewhere in the back of her head, the whisper of temptation taunted her, he cut himself on purpose, and offering. No, he wasn't lifting his wrist to her. She averted her gaze away from him. What was it like to be human? She never was human, she lived among humans, she befriended humans, but she had no idea what it was like to be human. But she wasn't always vampire.
"Perhaps."
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Post by Trace on Apr 22, 2009 18:36:04 GMT -5
She seems uncomfortable. Maybe an aversion to blood?
That was certainly a theory. Maybe she didn't like violence, but she certainly didn't strike him as a coward. He didn't want to push it, he knew what torture felt like, even if he didn't remember every moment of it. But he could resist himself. He cut further into his finger, knowing full well that it would heal later. A steady stream of blood now coating his finger.
"But you don't need to be crazy to enjoy violence, humans wage wars for no better reason that the desire for superiority. Its what makes them a disgusting race."
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Post by Tig on Apr 22, 2009 18:44:08 GMT -5
Her gaze shot back to his finger, smelling more blood. He had to stop that, she didn't know how much she could take. She felt the panther stir inside her, her body tensed, damn it she was hungry.
Something he said distracted her and she turned her attention to his face. "What do you mean, by 'them'?" she asked him, was he not human?
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Post by Trace on Apr 22, 2009 18:51:38 GMT -5
Trace grinned at her question. There weren't many that would have picked up on that.
"Thankfully not Anya. While my memory, and possibly in turn my mind, is fragmented, I can remember enough of my past to know what I am. A denizen of both heaven and hell. No, to be human would be a horror I could not face, not with my knowledge."
He moved closer towards her, his hand raised, now covered with his blood.
"But what of you, are you human?"
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Post by Tig on Apr 22, 2009 18:58:30 GMT -5
Not human. She lifted her chin, watching him carefully, she should back away, but she didn't, she felt frozen in place, the blood that covered his hand was the only thing that kept her standing still. It didn't surprise her that he asked if she was human, especially since he wasn't human. She wasn't afraid of him, even though he had a knife in his hand, and blood covering his other hand.
"No."
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Post by Trace on Apr 23, 2009 13:33:14 GMT -5
Interesting.
Trace's grin grew wider, and he spun the knife between his index and middle finger, more blood dripping on the floor. The girl wasn't human, he knew it, he could feel it.
"If not human, then what?"
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Post by Tig on Apr 23, 2009 15:12:49 GMT -5
Anya could hardly think, all she could see, smell was blood, she heard it dripping, and splattering on the floor. He was wasting his blood. She was tempted to reach out and grab his hand.
"Halfbreed." She flashed her fangs at him, teasingly.
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Post by Trace on Apr 23, 2009 15:40:37 GMT -5
"Fangs" Trace said "And an aversion to blood." he continued, having noted her eyes darting back to his hand numerous times.
You need to stop acting like a detective.
"Would Vampire be one of these halfs?"
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Post by Tig on Apr 23, 2009 15:51:41 GMT -5
She tilted her head at him, amused this was turning into more of a game. He was clever, apparently not one who missed much.
"Mm, perhaps."
Her other half, what she was born into, wouldn't be an easy guess.
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Post by Trace on Apr 23, 2009 16:03:45 GMT -5
Trace smiled, a glint of red appearing in his eyes, then vanishing again just as quickly.
"A Vampire, well thats certainly different. But what else, certainly nothing physically apparent. Maybe the answer would lie in your head, but then that would be intruding."
It's never stopped you much before.
"Why don't you let me in on your little secret, it can only make things more interesting."
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Post by Tig on Apr 23, 2009 16:17:42 GMT -5
Anya grinned at him, to tell him would be too easy. She liked to play, to taunt and tease. It was her nature.
"My secret will not be given up so easily without something in return."
She didn't tell him what she wanted to know,or what she desired. It was much too amusing of a game to tell him exactly what she wanted.
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Post by Trace on Apr 23, 2009 16:24:49 GMT -5
Trace liked this, he enjoyed a good game, and a game was no better than when it was with a girl. Trace held out his harm, the blood dripped to the floor. He'd kept the cut from healing over specially for this game.
"How about a little blood in return for your little secret?"
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Post by Tig on Apr 23, 2009 16:35:22 GMT -5
Her gaze flickered to his hand, his blood. He offered, that thrilled her. She took his arm and licked at his blood. "Mm, it is very tempting." She scraped her fangs against his flesh, before sinking them into his wrist.
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