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Topic Started: Oct 27 2017, 07:42 PM (225 Views)
Xavier Florin
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It was a bitterly cold, stormy night and the wind outside was moving so quickly it could whip up a blush on an Eskimo. There weren't many stars visible that night; the clouds in the night sky did a good job of covering them. Though it wasn't a full moon, it was rapidly approaching, as Any werebeast could probably say...and the rain? Oh God, there was so much rain; hammering on rooftops, slamming into pavements, drenching innocent people just trying to get home. It was the kind of night where the streets were nearly completely deserted because almost everyone was inside.
Xavier could never recall having a strong sense of chrysalism before that very evening. He hadn't wanted to stay holed up in his flat... no, there it was too boring. Everything was predictable -- he could tell you exactly what hour his broken clock wouldn't chime on (five o'clock, both am and pm), how many times the tap would drip in the next ten minutes, et cetera. Xavier was starting to feel as if he'd spent his entire life holed up inside that bastard flat. Of course, that wasn't true, and twenty years in comparison to immortality was, well, nothing.
His long, pale fingers tapped impatiently on the glass of dark red liquid sat in front of him. He had never in his life had such an itch to do something, anything. Xavier knew, really, that he was being ridiculous. He paid attention, for a moment, to the tapping of rain against the rooftop of The Blind Pig. The sound seemed to hold a tension so relatable that it caused Xavier to relax his hold on his drink.
Xavier murmured under his breath, a simple Russian curse word, before casting his gaze around the bar. It seemed to not have occurred to him before this moment that a person was sat next to him. He frowned momentarily, turning back to look for an empty seat -- after all, he was never one for talking to strangers. However, over the loud ambiance of the bar, Xavier believed he had heard the stranger say something, and so he inclined his head to study said person.
"Sorry, did you say something?" he asked, his accent Scottish and his pitch rather deep. His tone seemed impatient, as did his facial expression. As the stranger replied, he had a mouthful of his drink, keeping his fangs out of plain sight for now -- he had always been careful, and saw no reason to slip up now.
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Xavier stopped in his tracks when Nylaathria began to tap on the bar. He exhaled -- an unnecessary action, but it portrayed his frustration perfectly. Of course, the tapping was fainter now that he was further away, especially with the noise of the bar, but for some reason it was like he was tuned into her sound. He span around sharply; he didn't have the patience to deal with such a cocky angel-blooded bitch. He always hated having to use force to get people to stop annoying him, but in his mind it was clear that Nyla wanted a reaction, and so a reaction she was going to get -- plus, she had angel blood, and it was in his nature as a relative of the Fallen to hate those who carried angel blood in their system.
Xavier stormed right over to the Elf, not caring now who was looking at him. He had never been self-conscious, he just preferred to stay out of the spotlight -- memories of being constantly in the public eye from his human youth haunted him. Xavier grabbed Nyla's wrist, exerting his force on her to yank her upwards from the chair and down to the floor of the bar.
"Stop. Being. Annoying." Each word was articulated perfectly, with particular emphasis on 'annoying'. With that, Xavier finally made his way to the exit of the bar, in a horrible mood and ready to just go home.
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Nylaathria's eyes go wide, shocked as she's hauled from the barstool. She sits on the floor for several moments after he leaves, staring at the swinging doors. A challenge. Finally. As soon as her head clears, she smiles, unnerving anyone who may still be watching her. Nyla picks herself up off the ground, brushing down her long skirt for any dirt or dust that might have gotten on it. She gives a mock salute to those staring, before striding towards the door.
Her long legs easily carry her wiry form, taking her out the door and down the sidewalk. It's dark outside, although her hair continues to reflect any small light from shopfronts or streetlights. She pauses for a moment, glancing down the street he turned, trying to see him through the sheets of rain coming down. Her whole outfit is soaked, including her hair. Nylaathria pulls out a scarf from her bag, wrapping it over her head with practiced ease, using the fabric to continue hiding her pointed ears. As soon as that's taken care of, she moves forwards, following the path he last took.
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He had been walking in the direction of his apartment. The building housing it was quite old, though Xavier had only lived in it for about twenty years. He was looking forward to doing something -- he didn't know what, but he'd rather be doing anything than walking in the pouring rain. I'll finish reading that book I started last year. I should probably do that anyway, Xavier thought to himself, sliding his wet hands into his dry jean pockets.
Xavier nearly growled when he heard footsteps following him -- his temper was running high, and he was very pissed off that he hadn't been able to finish either drink at the bar. He turned to look behind him, spotting Nyla's figure following him in the rain. Angry, Xavier beared his fangs and nearly hissed, but he stopped himself quickly. What the hell? People don't hiss, Xavier. The man closed his mouth, but not before spitting out the rain that had accumulated there. Instead, he waited for the girl to catch up to him.
"Are you so fucking dumb that you can't realise when someone just wants to be left the hell alone?" he demanded. Xavier had left his jacket in the bar, and so he was stood in the rain with nothing but a t-shirt and jeans on. Thunder rolled above their heads, making Xavier flinch from the loud noise.
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Nylaathria stops exactly four and a half feet in front of him -- she did the calculations when she slowed. With a smile playing at her lips, she licks them, water dripping down her face and neck. "Think of it as curiosity, Xavier. Why do I bother you so much?" She wasn't sure if she caught him baring his teeth, and she wants to push him further -- wants to see if her assumptions are correct. Nyla crosses her arms in front of her chest, not caring if she looks like a drowned creature. She craves knowledge, to the point where she'll get herself into dangerous situations just to find an answer. This isn't nearly as bad as ones in the past, but she keeps on guard anyways; muscles tensed, and ready to jump back if need be.
The girl looks down at the man, studying his more defined form, with his wet clothing outlining any and every muscle movement. Handsome. Rather short for my personal tastes. Looks do not matter though, watching him tick is fun. She smiles at her thoughts, moving her gaze back to his face while she waits for his response.
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Scoffing, Xavier turned back to the direction he was facing prior to stopping. He was worn out from having such high running emotions and he really just wanted to be alone. He began to walk away from Nyla again, digging his nails into his thighs through his jean pockets.
"Just fuck off," he called, not turning his head. He didn't bother to listen out for Nyla's footsteps, but if he heard them he would have just picked up the pace at which he was walking. "I don't care if you have some curiosity fetish. Just leave me out of it." The second part of his speech was quieter, almost said to himself as he continued his way down the pavement. Xavier reached up for a moment, taking his hand from his pocket, to push his wet hair out of his face, which was now laying flat across his forehead as if a fringe.
In recent memory, I don't think I've ever come across such an annoying person, Xavier thought to himself. She did have a really nice scent though. Woulda stuck around for it, if she hadn't kept talking. Xavier smirked a little at his thoughts. He remembered for a moment that he hadn't finished either of his drinks, but then just smiled again -- he could find dinner anywhere, at any moment.
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The girl continues to smile, watching his retreating figure. Uncrossing her arms, she wraps one hand around the other's wrist, lightly pressing her nails into the skin -- not enough to draw blood, yet. "I wonder if you're in a mood from not having the rest of your...wine." Nyla speaks quietly, her tone almost teasing, hoping he'll be able to hear her and further confirm her suspicions. She doesn't move from her spot on the sidewalk, head held high as she stares at him. Not many ways to control a vampire... However there is one that always brings them closer.
The tip of one nail pierces the side of her wrist, and a bead of blood drips onto her finger. She brings her hand up to her face, head tilted as she watches the blood wash away from the rain. Her wrist stings just a tad; she's felt worse pain when she was much younger, during her combat training. Nylaathria turns her attention back to Xavier, waiting to see what he'll do. Perhaps a bit extreme. I may not be as fast but I am certainly more flexible, should he attack. She flexes her wrists, before rolling her shoulders, loosening up the joints and muscles. The wound continues to bleed, but it isn't a heavy flow. Just drip..drip..dripping down her wrist, the blood disappearing with the rain. Shame I left my crossbow at home; however I doubt it puts people at ease when they see such a contraption on a 'teenager.'
She rests her arms back at her sides, feeling her long skirt stick to her legs. Normally it would hinder movement, however to Nyla it simply feels like a second skin. The rain continues to beat down on them both, with a single streetlight illuminating this section of sidewalk.
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As Xavier had just been thinking of the scent of her blood, it seemed to catch his attention more when she cut her wrist. He paused a little, a slight falter in his movement. Xavier turned around, exhaling again. His eyes went directly to the blood dripping down her wrist. He was never usually one for violence, but if this girl didn't stop pushing and pushing him, he felt that he was going to have to teach her to stop being so fucking cocky. Well, she's definitely an angel. Thinks it's funny to mess with a vampire, just because we're made from the Fallen. Xavier scoffed, pushing his hair out of his face again. He wondered what the hell kind of fucked up person would mess with someone like this. And I'm the asshole? Right. Xavier took his hands out of his pockets, looking towards Nyla.
"You have thirty seconds to back the fuck up, kid, or I swear to Hell I'll kill you right here," he threatened, stepping a little closer to her. "I don't care what kind of fucked up mind you've got up there, I don't care who you are, I don't care about any of that. You made a huge mistake there. Did anyone ever teach you anything?! You shouldn't fuck with a vampire, kid, especially when you've got angel blood. I'm giving you options. Fuck off, or get killed. Your. Choice." Xavier had walked closer to her throughout the time he was speaking, his pupils dilated and his fangs clearly visible, catching on his lip a little due to their length. He wanted to feed from her, but he still had those last dregs of humanity swirling inside himself, and he was trying to show her some. He could feel the urge though; as he got closer, the scent of her blood was stronger, and his pupils seemed to dilate further. The threats were empty anyway; even if she didn't leave he would do little more than drink from her unless she somehow managed to fuck him off even more in the next minute.
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Nyla's smile drops, her expression the most serious its been all night. She takes one step back, head tilting to look down at him. The girl listens to his threat, and her years of studying different creatures lets her recognize how thirsty he must be, on level with his temper. This wasn't part of the plan, but it's the most I feel like doing. Her own emotions shift, feeling something akin to guilt, or perhaps sympathy for the vampire. Nylaathria isn't used to feeling like this; usually it's amusing to watch a person flip out. But his intensity gives her hesitation, and she doesn't speak for the duration of his thirty seconds -- she counted.
Finally, Nyla moves again. She brings her hand up between them, at equal distance. All the blood has been washed off at this point, and her eyes flicker down for a second, staring at her wrist. "You're thirsty." Nyla's voice is softer this time, and quiet. She doesn't speak her offer, but it's clear as she continues to hold up her arm. I wonder what Mother would say. She almost smirks at the thought, her lips twitching for a split second. I was taught, many things. This isn't one of them though, and that's what intrigues me. Nylaathria dwells on her thoughts for a few more moments, before paying attention to the man -- vampire, again. At least he confirmed her suspicions, which is all she wanted tonight.
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Xavier's eyes flickered to Nyla's wrist. He frowned a little, looking up at the girl, wondering if she knew what the fuck she was getting herself in to. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his attention was absolutely captivated by the scent of her blood. His pupils dilated, causing his irises to almost disappear and his eyes to appear completely black.
He took hold of her arm, a few centimeters below her wrist. Xavier bared his fangs, lowering his head to her where the deep blue veins stood out in contrast to her pale skin. Though his pause to any would seem like hesitation, he was really giving Nylaathria the chance to escape now, if she wanted to. The pause did not last too long though, because with his nose so close to her he could smell her blood as if it was exposed to the air. Xavier pressed his fangs to her skin, piercing the first few layers and allowing her blood to flow freely from the vein. He drank her blood as it flowed, which should have caused a pleasurable feeling for Nyla as he had no intention of draining her completely.
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A small sigh escapes her lips, and for the first time all night she relaxes. Some part of her is screaming in her mind to pay attention, make sure he doesn't drink her dry. But she's too caught up in how good it feels, and another part of her wonders why she never let this happen before. Because you weren't this stupid, that's why. Everyone knows that a vampire is most powerful during and right after their feeding. Nylaathria finds herself opening her eyes. When did I close them? She looks down at the man, a small frown on her lips as she watches him feed from her wrist. The girl makes a mental note to think this over later, in her suite. But for now she feels calm, and content to stand here while he fills himself up.
"I think that's enough," she speaks up, her voice still quiet. Nyla doesn't pull her wrist away though -- she'd rather not have it torn open by accident. God knows what would happen to her if blood spilt everywhere. How long has it been? Minutes? You're supposed to count everything. Silently berating herself for not paying attention sooner.
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