Jacen Silvermoon: ::His heart swooned as he heard her words, and he felt himself become almost beside himself with joy. Yes, she had missed him, and oh how alluringly she spoke to him. Her every word was like bliss to him, and he yearned to hear her speak more, as though utterly desperate for it. Her spell had already began to work it’s way into his mind, without much effort. He had already been in such a state so close to desperation, he was virtually hypnotized by her even without the spell. Now, he only wanted to hear more from the only being in the world. Silent warning bells began to ring within his head, as they had been since the beginning of this entire encounter. This time with such alarm and distress behind it, he could not resist the warrior-bred trait any longer. Perhaps the fully exposed gleaming fangs set him off, maybe it was the subtle message her words conveyed, or maybe it was that she had lessened the captivating spell slightly, but regardless, it was as though he was snapped to reality in one sudden instant. He was in danger. This was not the normal Nich with which he was accustomed to dealing with. He could see it in her eyes even. Within those pupilless orbs, lay the look of animalistic hunger, an almost feral appearnce overall. Jacen slowly began to piece it together. Why would one with such refined tastes as Nich associate herself in this bar, with the baby in tow no less. Whenever he had ever seen her in such establishments, it had only been for one purpose; one that was often satisfied by him. She had come to feed, and now that he had unexpectedly made an appearance, he was to be the dish. That thought would not normal give him concern, but the way his beloved looked at this moment, he was not fully certain just how much he could trust her with such a feat. However, he feared that it was too late for such realizations. Already she was set to strike, and he could tell now that she had been lulling him into a senseless security, one that he very well would have fallen into if it hadn’t been for his many years of reacting in regards to his seemingly “sixth sense”. His mind raced now with the options he had before him. He could try to escape this encounter, to make his leave and see her again the next night. What would that gain though? If she did not hunt him down as he made his exit, who was to say she would settle on feeding at all, when she knew he was so close. No, fleeing would not be a logical option. He could let her feed upon him obviously; something, in truth, he did not particularly mind. He had come to develop his own sense of pleasure from their embraces, as sick as some may view that. However, in her current, almost frantic behavior, he did not know if he could fully trust her not to suck him dry, something that seemed QUITE possible for her this time. She seemed beyond reason now, so trying to talk her out of her current state seemed futile as well. The thought of drawing Joyeux and trying to defend himself did not even cross his mind. Never would he raise his sword against her. Never would Jacen ever harm the one he loved so much, even if it cost him his own life. The more he quickly thought over his options, the more he realized she had left him none, and he had allowed as much. With the predator so close to striking, and he, the prey, with no choices left, Jacen could do nothing but now hope he lived to see the sun that morning. He took a slow step back, for all the good it would do him, and braced one hand upon the countertop, his hand gripping the edge of it tightly. If he was to be overcome suddenly, at least he would not be left reeling. He swallowed down the growing knot in his throat, and nodded slowly to her.:: So I can see...

DarkViciousVamp: ::She stood with carefully measured, deliberate hesitations, pulling the foot away from it's stance set against the bar, as immediately pouncing had been passed over in the list of possible options she had open to her, which were no doubt much more numerous than what had been left to him. Taking one full step toward him, the bare foot and neat erudite hued nails peeked into view and then disappeared again within the impenetrable curtain of mysteriously tangible night. The seemingly ever present shadows boiled and churned up in a frenzied and dizzying cacophony of movements, licking up to her slender waist easily whilst the perfect form stretched to it's full height and turned to motionless threat, apart from the dark curls of ethereal "smoke" wafting endlessly about her, seeping up from the floor and gliding about from directly beneath her as if she walked on a curious cloud hailing from the underworld, complete with serpentine heads and tails all slithering and twisting their way around her in scentless, unnerving silence. She was pleased somewhat, that he'd picked up on her intentions at long last, in some vague sense, as it would prove to be a little more interesting this way, at the very least. He couldn't know exactly just what she had planned for him after all, but the hints were most assuredly there and pointing in the right general direction. Her ruby eyes were locked on him with an unfaltering intensity, and their complete lack of any semblance to things calm would lightly undermine her words which soothed and enticed most expertly, as would any that came from one so time wizened as to just how to make the rather sick cat and mouse game into all that it could be. Toying in such a manner was a bit cruel but that wasn't foremost on Nichollette's mind at the present.:: Is something wrong..? ::She sounded sweet but it was anything but sincere, true the creature didn't look especially menacing apart from the fervent burning in the usually melancholy, subdued eyes. Her behavior, was another matter entirely, which was very soon to evidence itself in a way which was not especially pleasant, neither to the faint of heart or stout of will and mind.. The only kind of being which would derive any pleasure from watching a scene such as that which was about to unfold in the rural tavern would most definitely have to be highly prone to partaking of the darker nature of life, and avoiding the light.::

Jacen Silvermoon: ::Jacen stood petrified. Once before in his life had he been so stunned into total, wordless shock. When he lay sprawled across the intricate mural that decorated the floor at the feet of the Jinn when he had finally been captured by the demon’s minions. His body broken, and beaten then, when he had finally managed to lift his head, to let his blackened jade green eyes land upon the being spawned from Hell that would spend the next years of his mortal life a living hell. Never before had Jacen felt such a sense of helplessness, hopelessness, and despair. The torment he felt at the hands of the all-powerful Jinn and it’s foul demonic servants had been unspeakable. Never could the torture that he had experienced for so long be able to be properly put into words. Somehow, incredibly, he had escaped only a few months into his capture. The type of dark look that Jacen laid eyes upon then was something he had never experienced, and sincerely prayed everyday that he would never see again. His prayers were not answered. He stood there now, so dumbstruck by the fear-inspiring being that stood before him. The wisps of misty etheral matter as though from another plane, billowed and tangled it’s way up her form. He was hypnotized, no, paralyzed by everything about her, and could do nothing but stare...::

DarkViciousVamp: Nothing to say darling..? ::Up arched one neatly sculpted ebon brow to accompany her sarcastic query, even as the less than comforting distance between them was closed. She'd literally flown across the floor upon her hellish cloud with only the whispering rush of air as sounds to accompany the movement. Tendrils of shadow trailed up their legs like chilling fingers, blackening the surface of his leather leggings, her attire, and lower half, contrarily, was curiously melting into the shadows from whence she had been spawned. She stopped directly before him, one hand idly tracing the respective fingers over his cheek, the cool necroflesh with it's own chilling factors. Body heat, wasn't something that came along with being numbered among the undead. With the other, she untied the simple knot constricting that mass of obsidian mane, the thick blanket of gentle curls immediately spilling down over her shoulders and beyond. She tossed the band away haphazardly and soon after laced the arm around his waist, pulling him up against the solid mass of vampire that lurked somewhere beneath the ominous clutch of entangled smoken wisps. Though the beast had escalated to an incessant neurotic screeching, she just couldn't sink her teeth in and forego all the foreplay, that was too rash of a thing to do, especially for a vampire so haughty and sophisticated as Nichollette. Rushing this kind of thing would have deflated her pride and insulted her style, so to speak. One last time the spidery white fingers trailed down Jacen's cheek before the hand departed to slip over his shoulder, all of a sudden the fragmented nails biting into his flesh, hidden strength in the frail looking appendage all too evident. She brought her head quickly to the left side of his, pulling in a deep and lasting breath through her nose which was level with his ear, complete with an intoxicating aroma of that for which every member of the blood endlessly burned. A small tremble worked it's way down her back, as the eyes slipped closed, and she partook again of the decadent scent, then taking the time to murmur:: No one is pure, but you come incredibly close...

Jacen Silvermoon: ::He knew it. He was helpless now. Mesmerized by her approaching figure, not by spell, but by sheer terror, for never before had such an unimaginable sense of dread filled him. In all of his years being of so acquainted with more than a few of the undead race, never before had he truly seen the awesome power a vampire possessed. He doubted even now this was the extent of it. The mere mortal’s respect for this powerful race increased ten times by this one single encounter. He stood in rapture by her gaze, his jade green orbs seeing every intricate movement of her fluid body as she let her hair cascade down her back, felt the strength of her grip as she none too gently yanked him fully against her, felt too, the seemingly ironic gentle touch her hand graced his warm cheek with. Goosebumps rose on the back of his neck as he felt her slender, undead hand snake around his shoulder and winced from the sudden, unexpected scratch, more from shock than from pain. His mind screamed to him. He thought for sure that his life was about to end, at the hands of the last person he had ever expected, but there was nothing he could think to do. He was already within her grasp, how could he escape? Even if he had come with up with a solution in those few short seconds, Jacen doubted his body would even comply, so frozen in the moment was he. His eyes fluttered, hardly able to keep them fully open, but unable, too, to allow them to fall fully closed. Her words rang alluringly in his ear, her whisper heard by none but him, and his mind was so numbed from shock, he could formulate no words in his mind in response, let alone manage to let out anything more than an incoherent mutter of syllables. Painstakingly slow, he managed to somehow wrap one arm around her shoulder, more likely for support than any other reason, as the other hand, as though by it’s own accord, held to her around her slender waist. He was not in control of his own body. The only other time he had such utter lack of control was under the powerful spells of the Jinn, and he remembered vividly the anger and frustration it had left him. Now, his mind would not even register those emotions. As though a cloud of wispy smoke, much like the entrails of mist enshrouded the two of them, began to seep into his mind, further numbing him from response. Everything about him disappeared, one by one. The drunken patrons and rowdy bartender vanished first, in their place was nothing but black blotches of impenetrable darkness. Even baby Damian was replaced by darkness. The din of the entire establishment fell away second, leaving nothing but the sound of his pounding heartbeat in his ears, and the ever present seductive words of the vampiress. The furniture and the tavern itself blinked out third, being replaced instead by that globe of darkness. He could see nothing but his own unmoving form, and his beloved. The smells disappeared immediately after it. He could distinguish no scent but her’s. It was as if the cloud that had first formed around her, had enveloped him as well, invading his mind and then, within there, shutting out everything to his senses but her. All that he could touch, smell, see, hear, or taste was her form and his own. Nothing else existed any longer. Nothing existed but the moment now at hand, and he could do nothing but stare blankly out at the void they now occupied, ever aware of her every subtle action she made, but unable to resist. He was truly lost.::

DarkViciousVamp: ::This was laughably far from the extent of the horrendous powers, fearfully fascinating strength harbored within the vampiress. Over the past two centuries, she had countered the miseries and despondency of carrying out an existence that was utterly solitary, by studying with an unrelenting fervor every tome of the blood that she could acquire, labored night after night to intensify and compound her abilities, which had begun in the extremely limited range, summing up to brute strength and little more. Now, she had a wealth of knowledge at her disposal, more than what many elders possessed, in fact, and happiness was the only thing she'd sacrificed to reach that point. It would come as little surprise, understanding that much, that in the end, her human nature had little chance of resisting the darker side and emerging from the fight triumphant. Firstly, foremost, lastly, and above all, she was a vampire, and woe would be whomever took the fact for granted, or overlooked it.:: We both saw this coming Jacen, even if one or both of us allowed idealism's foolishness to deny the truth, postponing the acceptance and thus prolonging the stay of execution. Resistance at this point would be more foolish still than ever having doubted the overwhelming odds of this coming to pass. You will never have imagined death to be so delectable.. ::Here she lowered her voice, which had been infused with an uncanny amount of that mysticism which served her purposes expertly in wooing and coming to command control of her victim's wills. It was indeed more sultry and melodious, more beguiling, captivating, enthralling than it had ever been as heard by his mortal ears. The left of which, her lush naked lips were nestled next to, brushing up against it so lightly as she spoke her next words that the presence could not be any fainter had it been that of a butterfly's delicate wings.:: Give in to me.. ::As if he had a choice. The time for words was then spent. The hunger would no longer be denied, and each arm clutched him to her quite firmly as the lips trailed down his prostrate neck in a fashion so slow, it had been meant to instill a succinct mixture of agony and ecstasy, each in their own perfect measure. At just the crook of his neck she halted, eyed the familiar vein for a slight second, and teased the supple skin with whispery light scratchings of fangs which were capable of horribly more. The spot to be bitten was always ravished and enticed before the pricks came. Make no mistake, all of her efforts were selfish as they affected herself more than they did anyone else, when the lust for blood was toyed with in such a way, the results were such an arousal of her vampiric senses that when the waiting was finally over, sheer rapture was all there was to be felt with the incredible tension broken at long last. The pace of the evenings happenings suddenly erupted, sent reeling into overdrive as the vicious fangs sunk in nearly to the gum line, small neat semi circles of the teeth between cutting into him as well this time, her jaws clenched, the anti-coagulant to ensure that the blood would flow freely and quickly seeping into the bloodstream from the makeshift hypodermics of elongated canines, and beginning it's work. She relished the dizzying, intoxicating mass of euphoric sensations while she lied in wait, the tiny bit of vitae already trickling into her mouth, quickly swallowed down, and when the flow increased in it's measure, she knew that she needed wait no more. She laxed slightly in the venomous grip of her jaws, giving a little more space between the twin puncture wounds and her fangs for her meal to flow. Pure unadulterated bliss mingled with an unrelenting, unquenchable lust to drink was evident in her features, and in complete command of her system. And drink she did. One might barely be able to spy the rhythmic undulations of her delicate throat as she swallowed large mouthfuls at a time, the exquisite flavor rushing her tongue and tingling into each and every undead taste bud. Suckling feverishly, none would have the slightest chance of removing her from her carrion until the frenzy had calmed substantially, and in the lingering moments between, with each successive ounce of blood she took, her form was refreshed, flooded with new strength, and energized. Pale lips were now stained that habitual blood red, her eyes, faintly open, revealing only the thinnest sliver of color, sparkled none the less, with a newfound vitality. The gaunt cheekbones filled out a bit, and the unhealthy, translucent quality of her undead flesh faded out, replaced by a much more becoming thick white tone. It was as if the dormant creature had awakened, and emerged from it's slumber with a new zeal for unlife. Which, coincidentally, spurned on the hunger to unheard of levels. For many long minutes she drank as if from a well that would never cease to ebb it's death sustaining moisture. Having nearly drained him bone dry, she paused finally, slowing the flow of blood to a small trickle, and pulling in a deep breath with her nose, shivering, and smiling with sick delight soon after as if drunken, still keeping her mouth locked about the wounds. She then resolved herself to finishing him off, and leaving the carcass there for someone else to dispose of. Damian looked on in unmoving, fascinated horror.. he'd observed her feed before, but never had it been with this intensity. Slightly chubby baby legs hung down motionless from his seat atop the bar stool, and the mouth that hung open in awe slowly formed a word, whispered so quietly, that not even he himself could hear what he'd spoken::

JacenSilvermoon: ::A sharp gasp escaped between his strained lips as she punctured his skin. His head lolled back, and he stared upward with lifeless eyes, his mouth hanging open as though he meant to scream, but no sound came. The normal sensations he experienced during their embraces were not present. This time was different. This time he felt nothing but unrelenting terror. Terror spawned from the blatant fact that his life was coming to an end, and he was powerless to stop it. It is rumored that one’s life flashes before their eyes just before they die. This was a myth, for Jacen saw nothing but darkness. As she drained him more and more of his life-giving fluids, he paled to a sickly white. With each passing moment, she grew stronger, even in appearance, while Jacen did nothing but wither. All he could do was cling to her form. No other action was possible. None of the other patrons made any move to save the man from his fate, for understandable reasons. To attempt to disturb this creature’s intent would likely do little more than anger her unto them. With no help in sight, and no options available to the doomed man, he struggled as though swimming against a powerful current. With all his might he attempted to hang on to life, attempted to stay conscious through it all, no matter how agonizing. Such a feat would be easy if suffering from a mortal wound, but to do so while your very own blood is being sucked from your body? A futile attempt, no more. He could feel his last moments coming upon him. Each second that passed where she fed undisturbed, he weakened considerably. So weak was he now, that his arms fell limply to his sides, his head loosely rolling about atop his shoulders, his eyes open to mere slits, and only the white of his eyes could be seen, the pupils having rolled to the back of his skull. Somehow, through it all, he managed the mutter the words, “N-nich.....help.....l-love.” He attempted to speak more, but those words were the only to be able to be discerned. The last words of a dying man....::

Hosaka Jenitsu: ::Seemingly out of nowhere, a slender, pallid hand gripped the shoulder of Nich. A cold, eerie voice rang out from behind the hunter, and the prey.:: Oh my..being a tad vicious to someone you supposedly love..don't you think Ms. DeNuitnoire? ::Had she bothered to turn, she would've seen nothing but a cloaked figure standing behind her, his face was enshrouded in a blanket of darkness, save the pair of amethyst toned eyes staring at her. This, and the tattoo of sorts around his wrist, were the only two things that could be noticed about him; the tattoo was a ring of black roses, those who knew this man would know why it was there...:: I'd rather not cause a big scene in public like this, so just let Jacen go, not in a minute, not later, but right this second. I'd truly hate to hit a woman, but this *is* a life or death situation on our hands. ::The cloak covered his entire body, save his hands, so there wasn't really a possiblity of her knowing who, or what the being was under the cloak. He knew this of course, and there wasn't a chance a vampire such as Nich would let go of a meal for just anybody, which is the entire reason he discarded the cloak at that moment...:: The name is Hosaka Jenitsu..we've never met before, but Jacen and I go way back. I'm the one who removed the Jinn from his body, chances are, I saved your life by doing so. I am the son of Lucifer, the assassin of hell, I could go on and on and on, but there isn't really a need for formalities. Just let him go, and if it makes you feel any better you can feed off of me, but don't take any more of him. Just look at him woman, he's dying, well on his way to spend eternity in some foreign place, either damnation or bliss. Do you *really* want that for a man you supposedly love? ::The reason for Hosaka's eyes being the only facial feature shown at the time, was apparent now, being as he was decked in the full ninjitsu garb, head to toe, only leaving his hands uncovered, as to not stir any trouble, or draw any attention to himself.:: It'd truly be a pity if he died woman..and you know this. He's got a bright future ahead of him, and you're willing to take that away, just because of your selfish hunger? Please, listen to reason, and let him go. I told you, I'm here if you're needing to feed, I can take it..Jacen can't. ::With that said, his left hand slid down to the hilt of the Eternal Darkness; he didn't want to use this method of saving Jacen, but if he had to, he would surely give her a little beating so he could save a life at least. His honor wouldn't allow him to hit a woman, but in this case, he just might have to throw it out the window, for something much more important was at stake.:: Perhaps you're wondering, how I knew this was going on, so I'll tell you. I've been following Jacen for months since I recovered from our last battle, preparing to ask for another spar, or at least check up on him and find out how his search was coming. When I entered the tavern, I noticed your reunion, and I was about to leave, because my question had been answered. There wasn't a chance of a spar because no man in his right mind would want to battle after coming back in touch with the one he loved, and my other question was answered as well in seeing the two of you together. Just when I was about to leave, I noticed something strange, and I stayed a little longer, that's when you attacked him. Normally I wouldn't give a rat's ass about someone's death, but this is a man I respect, and I wouldn't let him die in such a dishonorable manner...::He looked at Jacen, almost lifeless in her disgusting grasp..it was a site that no man would want to look at; for once he actually felt pity for a man..this was no way for his friend to die..not when Hosaka was around at least..::

DarkViciousVamp: ::The presence of another hand upon her, certainly an unexpected and unwelcomed one, in opposition to the limp, lifeless digits of her fiancee which had only so recently fallen down and away from their ever weakening clutch about her figure, caused the vampiress to reel about the grasped shoulder, upsetting the grip of the stranger while cradling, almost gently, the prostrate form of Jacen in her arms. One hand trailed up in support of his head, as he seemed now to have even less ability to support it himself than an infant. She drew her hideously bloodied fangs from the identical wounds inflicted upon his neck, a few large drops of the ruby liquid gathering at, and then dripping off each tip. There could have been very few sights more gruesome than that, which would have been safe to say even if she had not been angered, had she not been interrupted, and turned so quickly back to fury, at the stranger who somehow had the audacity in him to seek to upset her feast. Those vermilion pools, habitually so mellow and melancholy, now narrowed venomously, as if they burned inwardly with flames of pure rage. What point was there in trying to reason with a creature quite easily out of their mind? In essence, that was the situation at hand. Nich was anything but her usual, rational self, moreover, to have threatened her so soon after her having fed, was simply unwise. She was invigorated, in a sense, energized and brimming with vitality, needless to say, were this to come to a more direct conflict, it would prove to be anything but quickly, or easily remedied. She sneered slightly at the words which seemed noble on the surface, points that would easily sway her over into compliance were she in any other frame of mind. The tone that emanated from the vampiress was icily callous, laced with malice and contempt, as she didn't care to charm the uninvited interloper one iota. He could have no idea what nerves he had struck, speaking in regard to the feigned sense of honor that would normally have forbidden him from striking a woman:: One would think the son of the dark One would understand at very least the simplest facts of Kindred unlife. You speak to me as if petty human emotion applies. I care nothing for love; love cares nothing for me. It shouldn't come as anything startling that one such as I could act in such a vicious manner, neither chance nor coincidence affixed the title bearing that very word to me, after all. One cruel act to spare humanity something much crueler, this is the theme of our existence, this is the way things have always been, and the way they must be. I take one mortal life on occasion to perpetuate this living death, as the hunger demands. There is nothing else. Perhaps you understand now, Hosaka Jenitsu. ::At that point she murmured something soft and indiscernible, upon completion of which, a tangled mass of swirling shadow seeped up and around the limp and lifeless form of Jacen, which harmed him none, nor helped, in the traditional manner. All it served to do was suspend him, freeze him in time, so to speak, so that he neither deteriorated nor improved in his near to death condition. Nichollette was a creature of honor, or so she liked to think, even while the hunger ravaged and raged as it did presently, and such had been her reasoning behind "pausing" Jacen in such a way:: If you value his life so much, then I will let him go as you ask, and you may do with him what you will, on two conditions, the second dependent on satisfying the first. ::She had smoothed over the harsh quality of voice somewhat, subtle hints of an aristocratic gentility underlying it's richness, the depths of ruby death which had yet to leave him never ceasing in the intensity of their stare. A meticulously sculpted brow arched faintly as she continued, still holding Jacen in his blanket of intangible shadow:: I will not ask much. Condition the first, do not disappoint, or I will finish him.

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