Please tell me you're alergic..?

[drazan]

Drazan frowned as he walked through the forest towards the sound of rushing water. He had managed to get himself seperated from Garland again, but that was no matter, he would run into him eventually, especially if they both went to find the hunter's of this region. He was still not used to the area he was in, which meant there ws no guarentee that there were other hunters, but from what he had seen, it was constant darkness, which meant that vampires and other darke creatures would flock here, so there had to be hunters around, someone had to protect the human population. partly from myself He thought to himself as he kicked a stone.

Emerging from the trees, he found himself beside a river. At first he thought there was no one else there, until he heard someone singing a strange, mysterious song. He waited until they had stopped singing, although they were still humming, trying to figure out who or what they might be. Cautiously, he approached slowly and silently, his dark clothes blending into the darkness, although his earings and necklace glinted slightly in the moonlight.

He finally saw that the person who had been singing was a girl, who had her back to him and apeared to be bandaging a cut on her foot. She wore a scarf or shawl on her head, and a long flowing dress. Other than the bandages on her feet, there was nothing protecting her. A human then, they're not a threat. he though to himself, turning to leave. A gust of wind blew by, blowing her scent into his face and he tensed up. His sense of smell was not quite as good as that of a vampire, but he could still smell a faint trace of a sweet, tempting smell wafting off the girl, as if she was wearing perfume, which made no sense, as he doubted she would be able to afford it.

Thinking she was some sort of temptress, he approached her, drawing out his tonfa and pulling of the sheaths, revealing the blades. "What manner of creature are you?" he asked with a growl.

[Farina (Fawn)]

Fawn froze, slowly turning to face the man. Something seemed unusual about him, but he didn't seem to be a vampire so she narrowed her eyes.
"Don't you people give up?" she asked, recognizing that he was not the other man from before, but he was the second being to attack her that day for no reason at all, "And do none of you have manners? What do I look like I am?" she asked, crossing her arms as she stood and turned to face him. "And why must you draw your swords, do I seem to be that much of a threat to you people?" she asked, scowling slightly.

It seemed that, no matter what the situation she could never be accepted as a human, or even a Gypsy for that matter, because of the curse which was laid on her at birth. She silently cursed herself, uncrossing her arms and reaching for her blades, for a second time. This person was farther away than before, so there was a good chance that she could get at her steel weapons before he could get to her.

[drazan]

Drazan frowned at her question but said nothing. He had no idea what had happened to the girl before he arrived, and so had no reason to comment and nothing to say. "A suductress, I'm giving you the benifit of the doubt before I run you through." he told her when she asked what she looked like to him. "If you are what I think you are, then you are very much a threat." he growled stepping forward, "A girl like you would not be able to afford perfume."

It occured to him that he was talking far to much to this girl, epecially if she was an enemy. There was something about the sweet scent that wafted off her in his direction, assaulting his senses. He watched as she uncrossed her arms and reached down; tensing up, he took a step forward. "Fighting me is a bad idea."he told her, his voice dark, as it always was. Another breeze blew through and he felt his fangs began to grow as he was reminded that he hadn't drank blood in a while. Fool, I don't need blood! he yelled at himself mentally. He would not give in to the urges his vampire father had given him, he would prevail, what kind of vampire hunter would he be if he didn't?

[Farina (Fawn)]

"A seductress?" she asked, almost laughing. She pulled her hands away from her skirts, raising her eyebrow as she held up her tattooed hand. "That's a new one, although not entirely untrue. For one species alone could I be called that, and you are not that species. I don't deal with humans." she stated, scowling in disgust at her own fate. She brought her hand to her mouth, biting down just hard enough to draw blood.

Her eyes turned to the boy, and she held the wound where he could see it, blood dripping down her hand and down to her elbow before dropping to the ground.
"That is my perfume. I don't understand how you could smell it so well, but you're not a vampire so we really have no business with each other." she stated, frowning. It seemed like she had spoken more in that one day than she had in the last 100 years of her life. How unusual.
Will I ever get to bathe? she questioned with a sigh, rubbing her hands together to deal with the trickle of blood; it was more comfortable for it to be over a general area than in one stream.

[drazan]

Drazan stiffened at the tattoo on the girl's hand. He did not completely recognize it's meaning, but he knew he had seen it before, his mother had shown it to him, if only he could remember it's meaning. If only I could stop craving her blood he growled to himself.

The girl had stopped going after her weapons at least. He watched as she bit her hand, drawing blood, and held it out to him, simultaniously strengthening the smell and his cravings. It clicked as to what the tattoo was for, "You're a bloodslave." he said darkly, "Where's your vampire companion?" He held his tonfa at the ready, in case the vampire that was sure to be around were to try and jump him, all the while trying to ignore the strong urge to drink the blood that was flowing out of the wound on her hand. Just my luck that I run into a bloodslave he thought, Why'd you have to go and make me who I am father?

He took an involentary step towards the girl, his purple eyes watchful. "Get away, before I pounce." he warned her, struggling with himself. He could not drink her blood, would not. Not only would that mean he was giving in to the craving and submitting to his vampire side, it would also not look good were he to run into another hunter, who was not Garland, with blood still on his breath.

[Farina (Fawn)]

Fawn frowned, eying him cautiously.
He's an odd human... she thought with a shrug.
"I don't have one." she explained, turning towards the water to continue with what she was doing although she cautiously listened for movement behind her, "I don't belong to anybody anymore." She looked at the cut on her hand, sighing as it bled heavily. This is always so annoying, it's going to take hours for this thing to stop. she thought as she reached into her skirts for more spare cloth, the blood pooling in her hand as she held it away from her so that she wouldn't get any on her skirts.

"Well, what about you? What business does a human have with a bloodslave?" she asked, semi curious. At least he recognized what she was, it was still rather annoying to be attacked however. "Or would it be more proper to say, what manner of creature are you?" she asked, half insulted by how nosy all the people in this area seemed to be.

[drazan]

He listened as she said she didn't have a vampire master anymore, unsure as whether to believe her or not, although he did place the wooden sheaths on his tonfa. "You'll have one. They look at you as a replenishing meal." he told her, trying to ignore the fact that, at that moment, he was looking at her as a meal. He watched as she held her hand up, allowing blood to pool into it, enhancing the scent, instead of onto the ground where at least it would be mixed with the dirt and he could pretend it wasn't her who was bleeding and that it wasn't her blood that smelled so deliciously sweet. Not having as good a sense of smell as a vampire and only being able to pick up the faint traces, Drazan could only imagine what it must be like for a vampire to face her. 'Those vile creatures need blood, like the monsters they are, I don't I can fight it.' he told himself repeatedly.

He smiled at her question. "I am a Krusnik, some call me a Dhampir" he said, hoping she would understand what he was talking about and get the hint that she needed to back away from him. He took a couple more steps forward before forcing himself to stop. He was a hunter, he hunted vampires, not scummed to the same urges they had! "I have no business with you, leave."

[Farina (Fawn)]

She span around, a furious expression on her face, her eyes alighting with an uncharacteristic flame. The terms were unfamiliar to her, and she narrowed her eyes dangerously.
"I was here first so why should I have to leave when it was you who interfered with my bath?" she said, her voice low in an almost whisper. She wouldn't bother raising her voice with this person, she had a feeling it would have little effect. After a pause she sighed, finding no cloth to wrap her hand with.

Turning her face to her palm she shrugged, slowly lapping at the liquid; she was no vampire or anything, nor was she interested in the taste of blood, but she didn't want to get it on her clothes and the wound would heal faster if it were in contact with saliva; it was like the whole theory of 'mouth wounds heal faster'. She didn't know if that had to do with saliva or not, but it had always been effective before. After a moment she paused, licking her lips to deal with the little mess before she turned to face him.
"You're still here?" she asked skeptically, returning her wound to her mouth to avoid making more of a mess.

[drazan]

Drazan growled in annoyance, but didn't bother to answer her question, why should he? After all, she was the one who was tempting him to go against everything he stood for, trying to force him to give in to the side of him that he wanted to forget existed. She may not have been doing it on purpose, but she was doing it none the less, it was far safer for her to leave, for while he could at least stop himself from approaching her any more, he knew it would be so much harder for him to ignore her and leave. She had ignored his earlier warning however, so he knew there wasn't much he could do.

He watched as she began to lick at the blood that had pooled in her hand, covering the area around her mouth with her blood. He didn't know why she didn't just wash it off so that there was less blood, or let it drip into the ground. "and they say dogs look like their owners." he growled at her, hoping that she would get well enough annoyed with her to leave. She looked up at him and questioned his continuing presence. He sighed. "I've warned you." he said, constantly fighting a battle with himself, although no evidence of it showed on his face.

[Farina (Fawn)]

She twitched slightly, standing up and stalking over to him.
"I am nobodies pet." she growled, now only a foot or so from him, her hands clenched tightly, her nails biting into the wound on her palm. With a scowl she found that she quite disliked this person, and it seemed like it had to do with more than just his haughty attitude.

She clenched her jaw, glaring up into his seemingly indifferent expression. She raised her wounded hand and with a snarl and aimed to slap him. Her eyes were furious and she prayed silently that this would hurt him, even if only a little, just to get back at him for ruining her almost perfect morning.

[drazan]

"then why are you a bloodslave?" he questioned in return to the comment she shot at him. Drazan frowned, why was he talking so much to this woman? She was food! No. no no no no no. She was not food, that was one of the reasons he was talking to her, to convince himself that she was not food, he could not eat her. He bit his lip, drawing blood, and glared down at the girl, hoping his harsh gaze would get her to back away.

It backfired however, as she instead raised a hand to slap him, the injured hand no less. He stepped back, just barely avoiding the slap, although a couple drops of her blood flew off of her hand, landing on his cheek, and as her hand passed in front of his face, he was engulfed in the smell of her blood. He gripped his fists and tensed up almost every muscle in his body in a effort to ignore the powerful craving that urged him to bite her, although his face still showed no sign of this struggle. The blood on his face was irritating him, and he wanted to wipe it off and lick it from his fingers, just to get a tiny taste of the bloodslaves' blood, but he refused to move. "I. Told. You. To. Go." he growled, pausing between each word.

[Farina (Fawn)]

"I already told you my response to that! Get your own patch of river!" she argued, annoyed that she had missed, as she stomped back towards the water. "You make it sound like I got a choice. Because a four year old really wanted to leave her family and get dragged along and used for things I hardly believe you can imagine." she growled, turning on him with feral eyes.

She grunted in displeasure but threw her hands up, turning back towards the water.
"Fine. If you want this patch of river so badly I'll just go downstream." she finally stated, glaring down the man, "It's unfortunate that you couldn't be the grown-up." she stated as she gathered the length of her skirt up with her uninjured hand and began to jog away, going at a slow enough pace to show that she wasn't afraid of the man, but a fast enough pace that she'd be able to get a bath in before midday. Lunch just so happened to be on her list of things she wanted to get done on that particular day, but bathing was equally, if not more, important.
"Stupid, immature coward... threatening a woman like that." she muttered as she half skipped towards a smoother patch, the sharp stones re-cutting her feet as she moved towards a less occupied area. The temptation to check and be sure her unwanted guest wasn't following her was great, but she decided against it; he could still see her, where she was, so looking back probably wasn't smart.

[drazan]

He watched as she stomped away from him, sighing in relief and ignoring the feral glare she shot him. Her statements were annoying him, but as long as she left him alone, he would be able to put them aside. As he stood there though, his hunger began to take over his mind, causing it to wander. He thought about what having her as a blood slave would be like, being able to sink his fangs in to her soft, exposed skin; being able to taste her delicious blood at any time.... Drazan tensed up, growling at himself for the thoughts he was having. He would not allow himself to drink her blood, although he was quickly losing that battle as his unreasonable hunger fought against his will, a battle raging inside him, leaving him unsure which side would win.

And then the girl had to go and get herself cut. As more blood flowed out of the wounds caused from the sharp rocks, Drazan almost involuntarily followed after her, calm and silent, like a predator stalking it's prey, although he tried to stop himself at the same time. The girl never looked back at him, even as he approached closer. Finally, he lunged forward, grabbing the wrist of the hand that she had bitten, although he quickly forced himself to drop it. "Never, I will never." he muttered angrily to himself.

[Farina (Fawn)]

Her eyes grew wide with shock as her body was suddenly twisted around. She found herself facing the same person from before, and it took her a few seconds to mask the intense fear which darted into her face. She pulled her hand back, cradling it to herself as she narrowed her eyes at him, practically seething.
"What do you want?" she growled, glaring him down, "Or can I not bathe in this part of the river either?" she questioned sarcastically.

Her eyes searched his face for an answer, and finding none she flipped her shawl over her shoulder with a flourish, using her injured hand, holding it up as a gust of wind blew by and tried to throw it out of place. she turned around again, moving quicker this time. Maybe she could loose him if she went fast enough, and then she could get this tedious task over and done with quickly.

[drazan]

For some reason, Drazan found himself pleased when he saw the fear in the bloodslave's eyes. He wasn't sure why he felt so pleased about it, and he wasn't sure which side of his family it was coming from, although he hoped, in the back of his mind, that it came from his mother's side, as unlikely as that was. The front of his mind, was distracted by the intense battle that was going on. One one hand, from what he could smell, this girl was delicious, on the other, he could not allow himself to drink her blood.

She shouted at him, but before he could reply, she turned and stalked away, flipping her shawl over her shoulder, a gust of wind blowing the scent of the girl's blood, which was still flowing steadily from her injured hand, sraight into his face, forming the catalyst in the battle. Any logic or resistance against his vampire half shoved to the back of his mind, Drazan leapt after the girl, aiming to tackle her to the ground. "What do you think I want?" he questioned, running his tongue over his pointed eye teeth.