Post by AFireInTheSnow on Jan 27, 2011 14:23:11 GMT -5
Bloodlines;
Chapter Ten:
TRIBBLES!
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The next day Sira was bouncing off the walls. Aeydan had come in early to check on her, despite the fact that he hadn't gotten the time to shower properly, and as such was mostly covered in blood. He managed to change into clean clothes, though, before being told to find out what the racket in the girl's room was. As he opened the door, something small and fuzzy crashed into him, bowling him over into the hall. Normally, he wouldn't have fallen, but he hadn't been expecting to be tackled by a very large Tribble.
Okay, not so much a Tribble, it turned out as the small fuzzy thing looked up at him with familiar turquoise eyes. She tilted her head with a goofy grin and bounced back into the room long enough for him to sigh and stand up once more. Shaking his head with a soft sigh, Aeydan followed the bouncing Werecat back into her room and leaned against the wall to watch her.
The second her brain registered the scent of blood, Sira froze in mid leap, falling to the ground and staring warily at Aeydan. He was aware his face and arms had dry blood on them, and there was a definite hint of blood scent in his breath. He sighed once more as she let out a soft, inhuman snarl.
"Calm down, Sira. If I was going to hurt you, I would have done it by now." he uttered wearily, sitting down where he had stood. He ran his fingers through his black hair, made darker by the dried blood matting it. Looking up to see the girl watching him, he met her gaze as she carefully shifted to sit near him.
"What happened to you?" she asked softly, though her gaze was still wary.
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with," he answered simply.
That didn't go well with the Werecat. "Tell me. I'm not a child."
That clinched it. "Fine, if you want so badly to know," Aeydan muttered quietly, steely gaze locking with her turquoise one.
"See, those of us at Black Operations--" he paused as she gave him a confused look, "That'd be this facility." She nodded and he continued quietly. "We're assassins. Trained as such. The senior officers, including myself, go out on more missions than new recruits, since we have more experience. We take out the objective using whatever means necessary, even if it means killing more than just the target."
Sira's eyes went wide as he spoke, full of awe.... Awe and wonder....
That disturbed him. Quite a lot, actually. Did she not hear him correctly or something? He had just told her he spent his life killing people in cold blood, and she was smiling about it?!
"That. Is so fucking cool," the girl blurted, turquoise eyes shimmering and becoming silver. Aeydan stared warily at her, perplexed and very much upset by her reaction. Shouldn't she be creeped out or something like that by the fact he was a murderer? Shouldn't she be screaming and trying to get away or something similar?
"What're you looking at me like that for?"
He was tugged away from his thoughts as the girl spoke up again, eyes now cautious as they met his once more. That's more like it... he thought to himself as she shifted away from him. "Shouldn't you be afraid?" a dark note crept into his voice as he spoke, intending to frighten her.
She snarled as a reply. "I'm not afraid of some bloodsucker, Aeydan."
Well, then, he thought, baring his fangs at her, eyes glimmering for a moment before becoming red. "You shouldn't have said that, little one..." he murmured, reaching for her.
Unfazed, the girl gave him a toothy grin, fangs poking out from under her upper lip. Her tail twitched against her side, her feline ears flat against her skull. She leapt back, and he leapt with her, grabbing her by the neck. He didn't hurt her, but his grip was firm enough to keep her pinned as he tackled her to the ground. He held her by the throat, his other hand grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her red head.
His fangs came within an inch of her ne--
"MOTHERFUCKER!" Sira snarled, followed by a surprisingly strong kick at his groin. She missed, much to Aeydan's joy, though it was enough of a distraction for his grip to loosen on her throat. She lurched forth, her forehead smashing into the Vampyr's nose and forcing him back, both of them growling. Hers was from his... demonstration. His was from her headbutt and the kick; just because it had missed didn't mean it didn't hurt like a bitch.
Sira smirked and sat up calmly, tail wrapping around her waist as her fangs retracted. "You were saying, Aeydan?"
"Fuck. You," he murmured, straightening his broken, bleeding nose. "Nice blow, though. Stronger than I expected."
"Well, duh! I'm not human, you idiot."
Apparently, "humble" was not a word in this girl's dictionary.
Chapter Ten:
TRIBBLES!
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The next day Sira was bouncing off the walls. Aeydan had come in early to check on her, despite the fact that he hadn't gotten the time to shower properly, and as such was mostly covered in blood. He managed to change into clean clothes, though, before being told to find out what the racket in the girl's room was. As he opened the door, something small and fuzzy crashed into him, bowling him over into the hall. Normally, he wouldn't have fallen, but he hadn't been expecting to be tackled by a very large Tribble.
Okay, not so much a Tribble, it turned out as the small fuzzy thing looked up at him with familiar turquoise eyes. She tilted her head with a goofy grin and bounced back into the room long enough for him to sigh and stand up once more. Shaking his head with a soft sigh, Aeydan followed the bouncing Werecat back into her room and leaned against the wall to watch her.
The second her brain registered the scent of blood, Sira froze in mid leap, falling to the ground and staring warily at Aeydan. He was aware his face and arms had dry blood on them, and there was a definite hint of blood scent in his breath. He sighed once more as she let out a soft, inhuman snarl.
"Calm down, Sira. If I was going to hurt you, I would have done it by now." he uttered wearily, sitting down where he had stood. He ran his fingers through his black hair, made darker by the dried blood matting it. Looking up to see the girl watching him, he met her gaze as she carefully shifted to sit near him.
"What happened to you?" she asked softly, though her gaze was still wary.
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with," he answered simply.
That didn't go well with the Werecat. "Tell me. I'm not a child."
That clinched it. "Fine, if you want so badly to know," Aeydan muttered quietly, steely gaze locking with her turquoise one.
"See, those of us at Black Operations--" he paused as she gave him a confused look, "That'd be this facility." She nodded and he continued quietly. "We're assassins. Trained as such. The senior officers, including myself, go out on more missions than new recruits, since we have more experience. We take out the objective using whatever means necessary, even if it means killing more than just the target."
Sira's eyes went wide as he spoke, full of awe.... Awe and wonder....
That disturbed him. Quite a lot, actually. Did she not hear him correctly or something? He had just told her he spent his life killing people in cold blood, and she was smiling about it?!
"That. Is so fucking cool," the girl blurted, turquoise eyes shimmering and becoming silver. Aeydan stared warily at her, perplexed and very much upset by her reaction. Shouldn't she be creeped out or something like that by the fact he was a murderer? Shouldn't she be screaming and trying to get away or something similar?
"What're you looking at me like that for?"
He was tugged away from his thoughts as the girl spoke up again, eyes now cautious as they met his once more. That's more like it... he thought to himself as she shifted away from him. "Shouldn't you be afraid?" a dark note crept into his voice as he spoke, intending to frighten her.
She snarled as a reply. "I'm not afraid of some bloodsucker, Aeydan."
Well, then, he thought, baring his fangs at her, eyes glimmering for a moment before becoming red. "You shouldn't have said that, little one..." he murmured, reaching for her.
Unfazed, the girl gave him a toothy grin, fangs poking out from under her upper lip. Her tail twitched against her side, her feline ears flat against her skull. She leapt back, and he leapt with her, grabbing her by the neck. He didn't hurt her, but his grip was firm enough to keep her pinned as he tackled her to the ground. He held her by the throat, his other hand grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her red head.
His fangs came within an inch of her ne--
"MOTHERFUCKER!" Sira snarled, followed by a surprisingly strong kick at his groin. She missed, much to Aeydan's joy, though it was enough of a distraction for his grip to loosen on her throat. She lurched forth, her forehead smashing into the Vampyr's nose and forcing him back, both of them growling. Hers was from his... demonstration. His was from her headbutt and the kick; just because it had missed didn't mean it didn't hurt like a bitch.
Sira smirked and sat up calmly, tail wrapping around her waist as her fangs retracted. "You were saying, Aeydan?"
"Fuck. You," he murmured, straightening his broken, bleeding nose. "Nice blow, though. Stronger than I expected."
"Well, duh! I'm not human, you idiot."
Apparently, "humble" was not a word in this girl's dictionary.