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[Tamesis Emmer]

Rain poured down, drenching the ground and equipment at Moržii Park. The sky was dark overhead, lit up only by sporadic flashes of lightning as they darted across the sky, briefly illuminating the scene on the ground. Amidst the wreckage of Moržii Park, a single being knelt on the ground, the rain soaking through her plain black dress and plastering her waist-length ebony hair to her face and shoulders. It dripped down her back, but she made no effort to prevent herself from becoming even more drenched than she already was. No, she merely knelt amidst the remains of the Park, eyes half closed, lips moving silently. She paid no heed to the storm around her, despite the cold that had crept into her limbs. She was pale as death and had a temperature to match. "Help..." she murmured the word, almost soundlessly, her hands clasped loosely in her lap. But there was nobody close enough to hear her over the noise of the storm.

She reached out with her mind, calling to anybody who might offer her aid. <Help... Help...> Tears streamed down her face as she knelt in the mud, surrounded by memories of death, of suffering. She was shivering now, the part of her that was still Human, still alive, screaming out against the cold. She was, quite possibly, the only Vampire in existence who could get cold and shiver. This was because she wasn't full Vampire, her transformation had only begun two years ago, and so she still felt cold, and could still become ill. Her eyes closed as she tried to fight back the tears, as she kept her mind focused on what she was doing. What was she doing? Why couldn't she simply get up and walk back to the school? The answer was simple: blood. Or rather, the lack of it. She had denied herself any sustenance for some time, and she was feeling the consequences of it. It was all she could do to stay conscious and send out her message for help, let alone walk through town to the school.

So who was this girl? Her name was Tamesis Emmer. She was nineteen years old, though she held the appearance of a seventeen-year-old. She had run away from home after her transformation, not remembering who she was or her family, had given herself a new name and hadn't seen her family since. Usually she wasn't all that bothered, she even managed to convince herself that it was better for them all. But, alone and cold, her thoughts turned towards her forgotten home. Of course, she remembered it now; the amnesia had been only temporary, brought on by shock and the start of her transformation. But she wouldn't go home. Maybe someday, but not yet. It was too soon, she needed answers first. And possibly a cure. But that was neither here nor there, what she really needed before she went home was answers as to why she had become what she had become. Why she was now a killer.

Tamesis's head raised slightly as she heard footsteps nearby, barely audible even to her Vampire ears. She reached in their direction with her mind. <Hello? Help, please, help...> It was all she could manage. <Moržii Park... Moržii Park.> She sent a brief image of herself amidst the ruined play equipment, soaked by rain, teardrops still clinging to her eyelashes. The image lit up briefly as lightning flashed overhead again, flaring across the dark gray clouds, the cloud-choked sky brightly illuminated for a brief instant before the scene was plunged back into darkness. It was more than she could manage, and she toppled forward, unconscious, the faintest echo of her mental cries still audible in the mind of anyone who had received the call. <Help...>

[Jack Sable]

He stood in the rain, and when the lightning flashed you could see him, as a permanent fixture against the iron clouds that never wavered, that covered the sweep of sky from horizon to horizon. A tall man, he was, and willow thin, pale as the grave, breathless, pulse-less. Handsome, and unearthly in his way, his scarlet eyes gleaming in the darkness of the park, sodden bangs hanging in his vision.

He had heard he call, had heard and ignored since it had begun. How useless, he had mused, are the young. Yet as he sensed her consciousness slip, he went to her, the girl in the rain, his steps making nearly no noise even for the heavy boot she wore. As he came upon her, a grin played on his lips. "How useless the young are." he said again. He shucked off his ankle length trench coat and draped it over the girl, picking her out of the mud and laying her gently on a bench, sitting down next to her. His dark eyes looked sideways at her, this lamb that had strayed from the flock. He brushed her hair out of her face and took in her features once more, sighing, then laughing. As it was, Jack felt not loyalty to his own kind, nor loyalty to what he once had been, or who he once had been. He felt no connection with the night dwellers, and yet...

And yet Jack was a gentlemen, no matter how much of an ass he might be. And he clung to the niceties that came with such a title tightly. The rain lay on his finely crafted face like teardrops, or maybe it was the other way around. You never really could tell with him.

And so there on the bench he waited for the girl to rouse, the smile still touching his lips, his eyes.

[Scotch Love]

Scotch heard his heart pounding in his ears. Racing, loud, the only thing he could really hear. Like a train in constantant motion, clicking across its tracks. And he kept this on going, numb image in his mind's eye as he ran through the dark forest. Running...it seemed like he had been running forever. And it was strangely soothing. A kind of feeling impossible to explain to another. Like a monkey explaining to a human the joy it feels while swinging through the trees.

And so he continued running at a steady pace. The rain continued to fall from the black clouds as if it had been falling in that way since the begining of time. And everything was in itself music. His heart and feet kept a constant, rythmic beat for the howling wind's natural violin. The dark, towering trees were the only spectators, as they swayed back and forth in their strange dance.

By this late in the evening, his black eyes were glossy, and half blinded by the rain. He had been running for hours now. Drenched to the very marrow of his bone. His dark skin was exposed by shorts and a t-shirt. His limbs were frozen, almost completely numbe by the twenty degree drop in temperature. But he continued to run.

The forest Scotch was so fond of began to thin as he neared the edge. Another minute went by. His lean leg muscles propelled his figure past the trees until he had left them completely behind. He slowled to a stop, his bare feet sliding on the grass. For the first time in an hour he was completely still. He stood straight for a moment to check his surroundings. Even with his keen eyes, the dark combined with the heavenly shower made it extremely hard to see well. Only by a few simple hints around him did he find himself in the old Moržii. Lightening fell across the sky, making his face look deathly pale. He didn't look up, but hunched over slightly to fall back into a run. He was half way across the park in a few minutes, and came across a gravel path which he took to follow with out debate. He was so mezmorised by the calming of nightly run, which was a bit like meditation would be to a Buddhist, he would have missed the two figures sitting on the bench only five feet ahead. He would have over looked them completely if not for a white cat bounding up ahead. It had come to a stop, sat down with its gleaming coat dripping, its blind pink eyes staring at him. Scotch stopped as well, panting slightly, watching as this cat with its unbelievably white coat seemed to glow from another burst of lightning. A roll of thunder followed, and the cat was gone as fast as it had appeared. Scotch stood there, looked at the place where the feline had been, about to pick up his feet again, when his gaze naturally flicked over to the movement near him. He frowned at the two figures on the bench, and took a few steps closer. He was only feet away now. His eyes were only on the boy for a second, but lingered on the unconscious girl, which he had already met early in the week. A grin played on his face, like it always seemed to do. The cocky vampire he had met in the club.

"And wot sert of trouble have yu an' little Tammy gotten into?"

[Tamesis Emmer]

There was a voice. One she knew, though it didn't seem to be speaking to her. Rather, it spoke to another person, someone who was with her. But who? She had not heard anybody. No voice thus far had broken the silence and the darkness that engulfed her. Until now. This voice, this voice she knew. But whose was it? It was male, she knew as much, but it did not belong to her father. How could it? She had not seen her father in years. No, this voice belonged to someone different. Someone with a Scottish accent. Her eyes snapped open.

Immediately she saw who Scotch had been speaking to; another man stood over her, watching her. He had, apparently, moved her; she was no longer laying in the mud, she was now placed upon a hard, wooden bench -- one of the many that ringed Moržii Park. Her eyes swivelled to Scotch. Slowly, painfully, she forced herself to speak. "Scotch Love." She made it a statement, rather than the question it could so easily have been. Yes, she knew him. She'd met him maybe a day or so earlier, in La Club Diabolique. He'd seen her bend her mental powers on a human man, force him to do her bidding for s short while, then leave him to come back to later. Yes, she had come back to him, earlier that night. But she had not intended what came next.

"Scotch, I - I couldn't do it. That man... I couldn't... He was..." She let her voice fade into silence and reached out with her mind. However, instead of trying to force her way into his mind, she was allowing him into a part of hers. Her memories of earlier in the night. It wasn't something that the Vampiric Tamesis would do; this was the Human side of her acting now. No doubt she would punish herself later, when the Immortal side of her personality was once again dominant, but for the moment Tamesis was Human, a lost girl seeking solace. And Scotch was the only friendly face to her right now.

His house was nice. Brick lined driveway, with a path leading up to his front door. Neatly tended flower beds, a perfectly manicured lawn and spotless windows. All that could be expected for a rather well-off married man. Oh yes, he was married all right; but his marriage was on the rocks, Tamesis could see it even if he couldn't. His wife and he had settled into a routine and nothing would ever change them again. Well, that's assuming that Tamesis had stayed away.

Which, of course, she hadn't. No, she'd set this man up earlier to be her special victim tonight. And she wasn't going away. Not for anything. Before she even reached the front door, she had control of his mind once more. For the last time. After all, soon there would be no mind to control. Just a brain; a brain inside a corpse. Tamesis could feel her blood begin to race simply thinkng about it. She stalked silently up to the door, the man was waiting. He opened the door without a sound and the pale nineteen-year-old stepped inside. Now her fun would begin.

She approached slowly, artfully. She may not have been a Vampire for long, but she had very quickly picked up the art of keeping her prey calm and compliant. She slowly let his mind slip through hers; he was now acting of his own free will. Tamesis had him backed into the corner of his living room now, moving slowly, an almost feline quality to her movements. She saw his eyes glance up and down her body, saw his gaze linger momentarily on her hips as she walked slowly forward. She was glad she had changed out of her usual dresses; she now wore skintight jeans and a tank top, with boots. All black, very fitting, she thought.

She was pressing up against him now. He was taller than her, but she liked that. Her arms snaked their way around his neck; he made only minimal resistance. She smiled, a small Vampiric smile that would send shivers. If, that in, the man had seen it. She had one hand slid around his neck, pulling his head in the opposite direction to the way she was headed, exposing his neck. She could hear the blood pumping through his veins, could feel his pulse as blood was pushed into his arteries. She bend her head, her fangs brushing the man's skin. She applied pressure, the smallest amount of his blood escaped onto her lips --

She was running. She had pushed away from the man, and was running. Out the door, down the street, she had to get away. What was she doing? Had she been going to kill the man? No, that wasn't her, she couldn't do that! How could she even consider drinking his blood, it was disgusting! What had been going through her mind? She had to get away, had to run, had to never stop, not ever, not until she was far, far away where nobody could ever find her and she could never hurt anybody. She - had - to - run!

The images faded, leaving Tamesis more exhausted than before. But strangely, she felt somehow better. As though sharing the memory had lifted someting out of her, and she could face another day. With help. She had little doubt that at least a part of the exchange had gotten through into the other man, but what did it matter? He shouldn't care that Tamesis was a failure as a Vampire; what could he do about it? Tamesis's body jerked suddenly as her eyes began to slide closed again -- No... Must... Stay... Conscious... Another spasm racked her tiny frame as her Vampiric body began to go into shock from the lack of blood.

[Scotch Love]

"Scotch Love."

It gave Scotch strange pleasure to hear his full name spoken, and he immediatly went down on his knee and kissed the top of her hand as if they were old lovers.

He didn't say anything, and waited for her to speak. He watched her tired movements as she struggled to begin. They had only known each other for a few days, and yet, in seconds, he felt his self pludged into her mind like jumping into a bottomless lake.

At first, he felt himself in darkness, and slowly closed his eyes and let out a breath. When he opened them back up, he was somewhere else. And in less than a second, he knew he was experiencing her memory, the very one he had left her to the night before.

He watched the scene unfold in interest. When she first touched the man, his first thought was that she was going to use him for sexual pleasure. At least, that's what he would be using his mind control for!

But, it soon turned out that she was simply feeding from the stranger. It was confusing to him why she would stop. He himself enjoyed the taste of flesh to the highest level. Where vampires only drain the blood, a werewolf would rip his victims to shreds.

The memory ended. He still had his hand on his, and when she collapsed he put his finger to her wrist. A slight pulse? How odd. Vampires should not have pulses, especially when they starved themselves. Oh well, it did not matter much at the moment.

He stood over her and took her chin in his hands, and massaged her neck while saying her name, trying to get her to wake. Perhaps he could force her to feed? It would be interesting..and fun!

[Tamesis Emmer]

It was some time before Tamesis opened her eyes again. When she did, it was to see that the other man had left and the sky was beginning to lighten. She started suddenly, quickly sitting up and looking around. She regretted it almost immediately. Putting a pale hand to her forehead, she remained motionless as she waited for the world to stop spinning. It didn't. Closing her eyes and bowing her head, she took slow, deliberate breaths as she tried to steady herself. After several minutes, she pulled herself together enough to look back at Scotch once more.

"I..." She tried to speak, but found herself unable to. It wasn't that she was embarrassed, or nervous, she physically couldn't speak. She stopped, took another breath, and tried again. "Sc..." A faint red tear slid down her cheek as she began to shake. Flinging her arms around his neck, Tamesis held on to Scotch Love as she cried. Partly from pain, partly from sadness. But mostly from exhaustion and the fact that, at that moment, she just wanted to be Human again. She wanted to be normal. She was nineteen years old, she shouldn't be worrying about killing people, she should be concerned about boyfriends and university. Why her?

After several minutes, she let go. Biting her lip, she turned away from Scotch, her head down, looking into her lap, around them, anywhere but at him. "Sorry," she rasped out, appalled at how much the lack of blood was affecting her. Already she was feeling weak and dizzy again, the brief respite provided her by her shock of seeing lightening sky wearing off. The lightening sky... Was she safe? She'd never actually tested her resistance to sunlight before... What if it killed her? She wasn't ready to die. Ready to starve herself half to death, maybe, not to actually die... "Scotch... The sun..."

[Scotch Love]

Tamesis slowly came into the world, slowly but surely. Scotch watched her stages of mood pass in minutes. Shock; light-headedness; saddness; confusion; and finally, fright.

He took her embrace with a bit of surprise. He did try to comfort her, but lightly touched her arm, and waited patiently for her to let go of him. Few had willing wrapped thier arms about him...save for one. When it came to the simple hug, Scotch felt no desire what so ever to return affection, no matter who the person might be. It almost struck a bit of a hostile cord in his being. He didn't pay much attention to it though. You might think of it quite like hugging a rabid infested dog.

Scotch followed her gaze to the sky, and noticed the slightest hint of morning. The vicious storm he traveled through earlier was windeling down and loosing steam quickly.

"Scotch... The sun..."

He looked about himself in a strangely calm matter. He had never witnessed a vampire in the light of day, and had no idea what might happen to one. He supposed he should at least remove Tamesis from the open ground of the park.

He stood slowly, feeling no rush in his cold bones. Without a thought of consulting Tamesis before hand, he leaned over, wrapped his long arms around the girl's waist, and lifted her from the bench and held her to his waist. He cradled her in his two thin arms like a little girl. He would rather choose to carry her over his shoulder in a fire man style, but he realized that in that position she might throw up or something to that effect. So he straightened up with a hand under her back, and another under her knees. And whether he possessed the strength to carry the young woman, or she was light in weight, he walked with no sense of strain to the far outskirts of the grim park. The lycan carried her to the edge of the trees, and just behind the first large ones. He had no intention of bringing the vampire in doors. For the only places he knew of where shops and houses, and when searching for blood for a sad little vampire, civilization was not the best place to hunt.

Did vampires drink from animals? He took a quick sniff of the rainy air and found a few old tracks, and a few humans from the park. Could he get her to drink from those humans? That would be absolutely marvelous. Scotch felt the knowledge of vampire practically falling into his hands.

"Tamesis, darling, I hope you feel safety from the dreadful light. And I was wondering, would you hope for the life saving of blood to be brought to you?" He whispered this into her ear as he set her down on the forest floor, as though the slightest sound could rupture her ear drum.

[Tamesis Emmer]

As Scotch lifted Tamesis, she wrapped her arms gently once more around his shoulders. Her head gently drooped sideways and forwards, resting against his shoulder and neck. He was warm... So warm... And there was something else... What was it? It was a sound she knew, but she just couldn't tell what it was... A thumping, a rushing... Blood. Yes, that was it, blood, his blood. It was warm, fresh, so near... Her grip on him tightened. No... She stopped, eyes closed, struggling to keep her breathing steady. Her heart was pounding.

She felt him lowering her, heard him whisper, but even as she felt the ground beneath her did not let go. She raised her head slightly, so that she was barely an inch from his neck. She could hear, smell, almost taste the blood being forced through his veins, his arteries, with each beat of his heart. What did it matter if he was a lycan? No... Her resistance was growing weaker, more feeble, as her pulse quickned. No... No, Tameis, no... Yes.

As she lowered her head once more, Tamesis parted her lips. Pressing her mouth to Scotch's skin, her fang teeth pierced his skin, releasing the blood, a trickle at first, which her tongue quickly wiped away, then more as the gashes deepened. She remained motionless for several minutes, eyes closed, lost in the feeling of the blood. Then she, slowly, oh so slowly, pulled away. She let go of Scotch and turned in the opposite direction, wiping a small trickle of his blood from the corner of her mouth. "Sorry." She murmured, barely loud enough for him to hear.

[Scotch Love]

Scotch waited for a reply, but she continued to hang on to him without a word. He wanted to grab her gentle hands wrapped around his neck and pull her away. And yet, the human contact, their bodies so close. Thier chests almost touching. Her warm breath on his neck.

And then he felt her soft lips on his neck. At first, it felt like a kiss, but then sharp teeth punctured his skin and he felt the first part of him drain away. Never had a vampire fed on him, and he could not really consider this simply a 'feeding'. Is was more like he was giving her life. So easily could he push away, and take her own blood with the deadly blade of a knife. But...instead he kept still, and closed his eyes, and felt his blood slowly be taken. She had not taken much, and when Tamesis finally pulled away, the two marks she had left disappeared almost immediatly with but two tiny drips of dark blood remaining, running down the side of his neck.

He kept his eyes closed, strange blobs of black and gray under his eye lids. A tingling stayed in his neck for seconds after, and then ran all the way down to his feet and back up to his mind. A buzzing sound, and the faint voice of the woman below him. He felt the chill of the skin where she had peirced, but quickly felt the immortal blood of his body regenerate. As it reached his neck, a slight burning sensation sparked under his skin, and the faded away.

He stared into the eyes of the vampire, weak below him. Apology written across her face. The black of his eyes became darker, and his lips turned into a small smile. He opened his mouth slightly, words forming on the tip of his tongue.

But they quickly disappeared.

He leaned in and returned the kiss she had given him, for that was the only thing to do. In a sense, an eye for an eye.

He moved a hand under her head and dug it into her soft hair. The other hand found her young side and grasped under her hip. First a soft, single kiss like lovers might act under the moonlight. The second was like her's. His front teeth grew slightly with the thought of blood and sex. He put his lips to hers again and bit down slightly on her lower lip. Just enough to draw blood. Just as Tamesis had tasted his sour life force, Scotch tasted her own sweet blood.