Post by AFireInTheSnow on Jan 27, 2011 14:23:41 GMT -5
Bloodlines;
Chapter Eleven:
Attitude.
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"What, cat got'cher' tongue?" A certain unmistakable redhead asked after a moment, eyebrow raised. It had been just over a month since Sira had first arrived at Black Operations Headquarters, and she was becoming quite the little annoyance to most of the workers. A week previously, she had agreed to stay with Black Ops, though Murad hadn't yet written her a contract. Aeydan knew his hypnosis hadn't worn off, but the Head had been oddly busy in the recent weeks.
Sira had been allowed to leave her room, and had even been given a different one to dwell in. The room she had been confined to since Aeydan had brought her was a hospital room, and not exactly the best place for a young girl to be kept. Now she was in one with a proper bed and even a dresser. She had also been given her katana and her knives back.
With her weapons back in her possession, Aeydan was worried more than ever about her unpredictable temper. She was now armed most of the time, and with such moodswings? He shuddered at the thought, but for the time being Sira seemed happy.
At that moment the two were on the training field. Aeydan was testing what Sira knew in terms of self defense and attacking. However, it seemed all she felt like doing right now was coming up with smart-ass remarks in reply to anything he told her.
"This is serious, Sira. In order to stay here, you have to be able to hold your own in a battle." He growled, slate gray eyes meeting hers, which were currently a deep emerald green. There was a small crowd of other Black Ops. members around them. Several of the men, as there were more males working in the corps., had the most smug grins as they watched the little girl facing off with the most senior officer at Headquarters. Sira only smirked back at them briefly before returning her attention to Aeydan.
While she was distracted, he had begun moving towards her, lunging for her neck with his hands. The Werecat dropped down into a crouch and darted between his legs, kicking at the back of his right knee as she did so. Naturally, Aeydan went down, though he twisted mid-fall to grab onto Sira's arm.
He had expected a kick like that if she was able to get behind him, but not the sudden duck. He also hadn't expected feline fangs to sink into his arm, forcing him to let go as his muscles spasmed from the damage of her teeth. The girl flew backwards via leap, crouching low to the ground and staring at the Vampyr with intelligent eyes.
"I know it's serious, Aeydan. That doesn't mean I can't speak." she murmured as he stood again. She had finally figured out how to shift things other than a full shift or ears and tail, and it showed in her current form. She was an anthropomorphic cat, and short black fur covered her from head to foot. Her claws were unsheathed and her body was shielded from the strengthening rays of the sunlight. Spring was coming.
Aeydan nodded slightly, amusement in his steely eyes. He didn't hesitate with his next attack, immediately jumping up into the air above the unsuspecting Werecat. At the last moment she flipped onto her back, clawed feet and hands up to meet him. He managed to shove her arms away, getting claws pressed against his stomach at the same time from her feet. He pinned her to the earth by her thin wrists, being careful not to really hurt her, but to apply enough pressure to convince her he wasn't playing around.
Her eyes shifted black. Irises, pupils and whites, pure black. It startled him for a split second, but his grip remained firm. Sira smirked, baring her fangs at him with a loud hiss as she pushed her paws up into his stomach. He had known that he would be weak with her paws there, but he couldn't have moved to prevent her without loosening his grasp on her wrists and releasing her. He let her kick him away, landing roughly a few feet from her. He crouched like she had before, growling quietly.
"Attack me," he ordered.
Sira stayed where she was, slowly moving into a crouch that mirrored his. Aeydan's eyes were glued on her own, but the girl was staring intently at his feet below him.
Readying for an impending attempt to knock him to the floor, Aeydan was caught completely off guard when the girl ran towards him, then leapt into the air above him, coming down heavily on his shoulders and back, forcing him to the ground. He chuckled and relaxed, telling Sira to get off of him.
She hopped backwards, stumbling and landing on her rear with a soft grunt. As Aeydan stood up, she cast him a wary look.
"Relax, I'm not gonna attack. Where the hell'd you learn that?" he asked quietly, looking down at her.
"I told you, my father taught me how to fight."
"You've still got a lot to learn, little one."
"Call me little one more time, I'll kick your ass."
A male watching in the crowd called out "I'd like to see you try!" and was rather startled as he found himself being shoved to the ground by the weight of a small girl landing on his chest, glaring into his eyes. He stared back, though now his gaze was less amused.
"Oh really?" she asked softly, in a voice as soft as silk.
"Sira," Aeydan warned darkly, and she sighed and leapt backwards off of the soldier. She turned her gaze to him with a devilish smile, and it struck him how dangerous she could be, given much more training, especially in weapons usage... Which reminded him of something rather important to her future with him.
"Come with me."
"Why should I?" Sira replied, though her curiosity was plain to see in her eyes. He had piqued her interest.
He didn't reply, simply beckoning her closer to himself. She followed after as he walked away, the soldiers around them parting so the two could move through, a few of them murmuring amongst themselves. These were rewarded with glares from Sira, tail twitching angrily as she tracked Aeydan's movements back inside the compound.
The room he eventually led her to was a weapons room, and she stared with little interest at the guns, or even the blades. She gave Aeydan a bored look, and he chuckled and motioned to her knives. "Blades that short won't be very useful in combat."
"Like hell they won't," she grumbled, fingering the handles of her two small hunting knives, Tivuni and Raisk. She had gotten these shortly after she had been given Firesoul, and she wasn't going to part with them. Aeydan tried to get her to consider some of the other knives and daggers on the walls and tables, but she turned every single one of them down. Finally Aeydan gave up, reaching up to one of the walls and selecting two blades for himself, carefully slipping them into his belt.
"Are you up for some more training, Sira?"
"Sure thing!" She said with a girlish giggle, reminding Aeydan once more of how young she was, despite her appearance. It also reminded him how dangerous she really was. Any girl who could have that many blades on her person and still remain calm [well, mostly] was not a person to be trifled with. Any girl who looked that innocent shouldn't have so many weapons.
"Then we're heading back out. We'll stop by your room so you can remove any blades you don't need."
Sira sighed, then nodded and left the room. She knew the way to the corridor with sleeping quarters from here, and she broke into a run the moment she exited the weapons room. Aeydan followed more slowly, knowing exactly where the girl was going as he walked after her. When he finally arrived at her room, she had stripped her weaponry of everything but Firesoul and Raisk, waiting patiently for Aeydan to arrive. When he did, she purred and darted out the door and past him, headed towards the training field once more.
This time he jogged after her. He let her keep the lead even though he could have easily overtaken her. She was faster than most of the human soldiers here, but even she was slower than a Vampyr. She was still young, as well. One day, she might not be so easily overtaken by him, but for now, the young girl was just that. Young. Young and short-legged, even with the extra inch or so the digitigrade legs gave her.
He did pick up his pace as she went tearing outside and across the field to the sparring area, long hair streaming out behind her like a flaming mane. He called out to her, instructing her to slow down, watching several of the soldiers drew near, eager to see Aeydan and Sira spar again.
"First blood drawn?" Sira asked softly, drawing Firesoul in her right hand.
Aeydan nodded; that sounded decent.
Sira purred once more and dropped into a half-crouch, staring blankly at Aeydan. Her gaze confused him, and he became worried she was hurt or something... Until she darted towards him, attempting a slash at his legs. He jumped to the side, sending his dagger towards her neck. It cut so easily into her pale flesh, he was afraid for a moment that he had caused some actual damage to her.
He ceased moving as Sira hissed and grabbed her neck with her free hand, cursing at the top of her lungs. "MOTHERFUCKER!"
He was actually quite surprised. The girl loved blades so much, he had only assumed she would be good at using them.
"Sira, what happened? Defeated so easily?" Speaking was a bad idea. It drew the scent and taste of her blood to him, and he had to bite his lip against his fangs. It smelled as exotic and intoxicating as his own blood did to her. That was dangerous, and he bit back his bloodlust with the practice of an old, seasoned Vampyr.
"Thought you'd leap the other way so I could claw you..." she mumbled, pulling her hand away from the wound as it healed, leaving red trickling down her neck and fingers.
"Sorry," Aeydan said with a slight smirk, moving back. "You should never simply expect one thing to happen. Always prepare for everything."
She flipped him off, rolling her eyes and taking a few steps backwards. This time it was Aeydan who attacked first, startling Sira and forcing her to leap backwards to avoid being cut again. Her eyes flashed black for an instant as she ducked to the side once more and raked the claws of her left hand down his back.
They withdrew with more blood on them, and both of the inhuman fighters froze.
"Cheat," said one male watching nearby.
Chapter Eleven:
Attitude.
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"What, cat got'cher' tongue?" A certain unmistakable redhead asked after a moment, eyebrow raised. It had been just over a month since Sira had first arrived at Black Operations Headquarters, and she was becoming quite the little annoyance to most of the workers. A week previously, she had agreed to stay with Black Ops, though Murad hadn't yet written her a contract. Aeydan knew his hypnosis hadn't worn off, but the Head had been oddly busy in the recent weeks.
Sira had been allowed to leave her room, and had even been given a different one to dwell in. The room she had been confined to since Aeydan had brought her was a hospital room, and not exactly the best place for a young girl to be kept. Now she was in one with a proper bed and even a dresser. She had also been given her katana and her knives back.
With her weapons back in her possession, Aeydan was worried more than ever about her unpredictable temper. She was now armed most of the time, and with such moodswings? He shuddered at the thought, but for the time being Sira seemed happy.
At that moment the two were on the training field. Aeydan was testing what Sira knew in terms of self defense and attacking. However, it seemed all she felt like doing right now was coming up with smart-ass remarks in reply to anything he told her.
"This is serious, Sira. In order to stay here, you have to be able to hold your own in a battle." He growled, slate gray eyes meeting hers, which were currently a deep emerald green. There was a small crowd of other Black Ops. members around them. Several of the men, as there were more males working in the corps., had the most smug grins as they watched the little girl facing off with the most senior officer at Headquarters. Sira only smirked back at them briefly before returning her attention to Aeydan.
While she was distracted, he had begun moving towards her, lunging for her neck with his hands. The Werecat dropped down into a crouch and darted between his legs, kicking at the back of his right knee as she did so. Naturally, Aeydan went down, though he twisted mid-fall to grab onto Sira's arm.
He had expected a kick like that if she was able to get behind him, but not the sudden duck. He also hadn't expected feline fangs to sink into his arm, forcing him to let go as his muscles spasmed from the damage of her teeth. The girl flew backwards via leap, crouching low to the ground and staring at the Vampyr with intelligent eyes.
"I know it's serious, Aeydan. That doesn't mean I can't speak." she murmured as he stood again. She had finally figured out how to shift things other than a full shift or ears and tail, and it showed in her current form. She was an anthropomorphic cat, and short black fur covered her from head to foot. Her claws were unsheathed and her body was shielded from the strengthening rays of the sunlight. Spring was coming.
Aeydan nodded slightly, amusement in his steely eyes. He didn't hesitate with his next attack, immediately jumping up into the air above the unsuspecting Werecat. At the last moment she flipped onto her back, clawed feet and hands up to meet him. He managed to shove her arms away, getting claws pressed against his stomach at the same time from her feet. He pinned her to the earth by her thin wrists, being careful not to really hurt her, but to apply enough pressure to convince her he wasn't playing around.
Her eyes shifted black. Irises, pupils and whites, pure black. It startled him for a split second, but his grip remained firm. Sira smirked, baring her fangs at him with a loud hiss as she pushed her paws up into his stomach. He had known that he would be weak with her paws there, but he couldn't have moved to prevent her without loosening his grasp on her wrists and releasing her. He let her kick him away, landing roughly a few feet from her. He crouched like she had before, growling quietly.
"Attack me," he ordered.
Sira stayed where she was, slowly moving into a crouch that mirrored his. Aeydan's eyes were glued on her own, but the girl was staring intently at his feet below him.
Readying for an impending attempt to knock him to the floor, Aeydan was caught completely off guard when the girl ran towards him, then leapt into the air above him, coming down heavily on his shoulders and back, forcing him to the ground. He chuckled and relaxed, telling Sira to get off of him.
She hopped backwards, stumbling and landing on her rear with a soft grunt. As Aeydan stood up, she cast him a wary look.
"Relax, I'm not gonna attack. Where the hell'd you learn that?" he asked quietly, looking down at her.
"I told you, my father taught me how to fight."
"You've still got a lot to learn, little one."
"Call me little one more time, I'll kick your ass."
A male watching in the crowd called out "I'd like to see you try!" and was rather startled as he found himself being shoved to the ground by the weight of a small girl landing on his chest, glaring into his eyes. He stared back, though now his gaze was less amused.
"Oh really?" she asked softly, in a voice as soft as silk.
"Sira," Aeydan warned darkly, and she sighed and leapt backwards off of the soldier. She turned her gaze to him with a devilish smile, and it struck him how dangerous she could be, given much more training, especially in weapons usage... Which reminded him of something rather important to her future with him.
"Come with me."
"Why should I?" Sira replied, though her curiosity was plain to see in her eyes. He had piqued her interest.
He didn't reply, simply beckoning her closer to himself. She followed after as he walked away, the soldiers around them parting so the two could move through, a few of them murmuring amongst themselves. These were rewarded with glares from Sira, tail twitching angrily as she tracked Aeydan's movements back inside the compound.
The room he eventually led her to was a weapons room, and she stared with little interest at the guns, or even the blades. She gave Aeydan a bored look, and he chuckled and motioned to her knives. "Blades that short won't be very useful in combat."
"Like hell they won't," she grumbled, fingering the handles of her two small hunting knives, Tivuni and Raisk. She had gotten these shortly after she had been given Firesoul, and she wasn't going to part with them. Aeydan tried to get her to consider some of the other knives and daggers on the walls and tables, but she turned every single one of them down. Finally Aeydan gave up, reaching up to one of the walls and selecting two blades for himself, carefully slipping them into his belt.
"Are you up for some more training, Sira?"
"Sure thing!" She said with a girlish giggle, reminding Aeydan once more of how young she was, despite her appearance. It also reminded him how dangerous she really was. Any girl who could have that many blades on her person and still remain calm [well, mostly] was not a person to be trifled with. Any girl who looked that innocent shouldn't have so many weapons.
"Then we're heading back out. We'll stop by your room so you can remove any blades you don't need."
Sira sighed, then nodded and left the room. She knew the way to the corridor with sleeping quarters from here, and she broke into a run the moment she exited the weapons room. Aeydan followed more slowly, knowing exactly where the girl was going as he walked after her. When he finally arrived at her room, she had stripped her weaponry of everything but Firesoul and Raisk, waiting patiently for Aeydan to arrive. When he did, she purred and darted out the door and past him, headed towards the training field once more.
This time he jogged after her. He let her keep the lead even though he could have easily overtaken her. She was faster than most of the human soldiers here, but even she was slower than a Vampyr. She was still young, as well. One day, she might not be so easily overtaken by him, but for now, the young girl was just that. Young. Young and short-legged, even with the extra inch or so the digitigrade legs gave her.
He did pick up his pace as she went tearing outside and across the field to the sparring area, long hair streaming out behind her like a flaming mane. He called out to her, instructing her to slow down, watching several of the soldiers drew near, eager to see Aeydan and Sira spar again.
"First blood drawn?" Sira asked softly, drawing Firesoul in her right hand.
Aeydan nodded; that sounded decent.
Sira purred once more and dropped into a half-crouch, staring blankly at Aeydan. Her gaze confused him, and he became worried she was hurt or something... Until she darted towards him, attempting a slash at his legs. He jumped to the side, sending his dagger towards her neck. It cut so easily into her pale flesh, he was afraid for a moment that he had caused some actual damage to her.
He ceased moving as Sira hissed and grabbed her neck with her free hand, cursing at the top of her lungs. "MOTHERFUCKER!"
He was actually quite surprised. The girl loved blades so much, he had only assumed she would be good at using them.
"Sira, what happened? Defeated so easily?" Speaking was a bad idea. It drew the scent and taste of her blood to him, and he had to bite his lip against his fangs. It smelled as exotic and intoxicating as his own blood did to her. That was dangerous, and he bit back his bloodlust with the practice of an old, seasoned Vampyr.
"Thought you'd leap the other way so I could claw you..." she mumbled, pulling her hand away from the wound as it healed, leaving red trickling down her neck and fingers.
"Sorry," Aeydan said with a slight smirk, moving back. "You should never simply expect one thing to happen. Always prepare for everything."
She flipped him off, rolling her eyes and taking a few steps backwards. This time it was Aeydan who attacked first, startling Sira and forcing her to leap backwards to avoid being cut again. Her eyes flashed black for an instant as she ducked to the side once more and raked the claws of her left hand down his back.
They withdrew with more blood on them, and both of the inhuman fighters froze.
"Cheat," said one male watching nearby.