Settling In | Jay, Lily |

[Alexandre Sebastien Le Feuvre]

All he had wanted was a map. A map to show where he was and how to get around this awfully confusing city of London. But seeing as that quest went so well, he was now walking down a path titled 'Bank of the River Thames.' All he had gotten from that sign was that there was a river where he was going. Though, how could he have not assumed that, considering that the river was in plain view. Yes, he didn't need a map to find a river, he just needed a map to ensure he could find his way back from where ever he had found himself. Even with a map, he would've had numerous problems. His English wasn't the best, and although he was able to understand and speak the language, with some confusions along the way, he couldn't read maps. The maps they made over here were just awfully confusing and very rigid. The only possible map which could accompany him would be a companion. But they cost too much, and he needed to keep his money elsewhere.

Walking casually down the bank, he noticed that it was getting darker rather quickly. Perhaps he had under-estimated the duration that this late night walk would take. Oh well. This could be just what he needs, a nice peaceful walk around his new city of residence. He really needed to familiarize himself more fluently with this city, in order to know the hot spots, where he was meant to go, and how he was going to make his way there. Once he was able to achieve these short-term goals, he would be able to feel less anxious. He didn't like finding himself in areas he had no idea where he was going. Like tonight, for instance. Why he would constantly find himself lost in potentially dangerous locations was beyond him. It was like he was drawn to them, for reasons he would rather not dwell on. Just thinking of this made him smile gently, having a memory of when his sister and he would sneak out and find themselves at the 'haunted' house. The ironic thing was, that with all the supernatural events which had occured within the last two years, the likelihood of that place actually being haunted was extremely high. Though if they knew that, it probably wouldn't have stopped them from going there, anyway. They were the daredevils.

He paused after making his way further down the bank, staring out to the river with a questioning expression plastered onto his face. Where to now? Does he follow the path to who knows where, or head back and continue to have nightmares? Hmm, it really wasn't much of a difficult question for Alexandre, as he looked down momentarily before continuing on his mysterious journey deeper into the bank. It was a beautiful place, this city of London, he had to admit. It was nothing compared to the atmosphere he had in France, but that had entirely corrupted itself in the end. Therefore this place was good. Very good. In time, he could definantly see himself enjoying this city. If he didn't, there was always country number three which he could 'stumble' across. Now what was that country number three exactly? United States, Brazil, Italy...Australia? He really didn't have a thought on that. It was wherever he took himself. That was how it had always happened. He didn't need destiny to take him anywhere.

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[Jay DeLacy]

Cities resulted in a mixed variety of reactions from him. On one hand, they were the most interesting of places to visit. The life which went on in the high up end of society and then the people who dragged themselves through the gutters of the lowest end of living, all of it mixed together to make such a delicious combination of potential victims. Alright, so as the world had moved forward the divisions between the classes had narrowed in the major world towns and cities, which did pull away some of his fun, it had to be said. But the number of potentials, the sheer amount of people who all crowded into the small areas, trapping themselves in concrete and surrounding themselves with noise – that was just wonderful. Jay did not even mind said noise, the noise of the cars and the trains – it was humanity. And sure, humanity was annoying and beneath him, but it was ever so fun to play with.

Of course, there was a downside. Being in a city like this meant a severe lack in any wildlife. Especially in the numbers of his birds. That simple fact had made Jay DeLacy pout for most of the journey the family had undertaken to get into the city of London in the first place. It was quite depressing, but the vampire could easily make up for the depressing lack of bluejays in the area by finding something else to focus his attention on. The amount of people in the city must surely mean that at least one of them was pretty and worth his attention.

He had taken to leaving the house even before the sun had set, of course – keeping to the shadows and the alleys (another thing to adore about this human settlements, so many places for creatures with fatal allergies to the sun to hide and move about in during the daylight hourse), tracking different figures all through the network of the never sleeping city. So far though, he’d had no luck. Of course, there had been pretty people, very pretty people...but none of them had managed to hold his attention for more than one meal. Which was a bit of a shame.

Hopefully, this night would be different. But then again, Jay did think that each time he had left the house, didn’t he? Maybe that small fact was jinxing his success, or something. He pondered that suspicion into great depth as he moved down one street, absently tapping the finger of his left hand against his lips as he looked up at the sky, stepping around any human form which passed. That was, until a certain scent hit him. That made him whip around rather suddenly and then freeze, face lifted to the sky and the scent being breathed in. In and out. Over and over.

Because it was familiar even though it shouldn’t have been. And it shouldn’t have been because Jay could distinctly remember killing both the originators of that scent, one by eating one by drowning. Blood and water. The blood had been thicker. With a small frown, the vampire turned slowly before starting to move again, changing his course of direction in order to follow that scent. Towards the river. A river again... Tracking it. A predator curious about his prey? A soft giggle escaped his lips and he fought the urge to skip all of a sudden. That would not be very scary at all, would it?

[Alexandre Sebastien Le Feuvre]

It was safe to say right now, that he had gotten himself lost. Now this just wasn't fun anymore. Glancing around the bank, he noticed there were now numerous paths, where it would be quite difficult to find his way back, let alone continue on through this confusing maze, which was likely so confusing due to the pitch darkness surrouding him. He had also begun to realize that this place was better to go exploring and sight seeing, during the day. When the sights could actually...Be seen. Sighing in mild defeat, his head circled around, trying to determine the best path to take in order to go back. Although he had enjoyed camping in his time, he wasn't too thrilled of the idea coming into light here tonight. He was rather hoping to have a warm bed to sleep in tonight. He also didn't want to risk waking up to a bunch of sight see-ers, who stare down blankly at his body. He had already had one too many of those experiences for his own liking.

Picking a direction, he begun moving, before a momentary pause. There was something in the trees, nearby. He glanced to the side as he sensed movement within close proximity to him. Someone was watching him, and he didn't particularily like that idea this late at night. Inhaling softly, he shook his head, gathering that he just needed some sleep, before continuing on the path slowly, before picking up the pace to try and get out of there as soon as possible. It was then, however, that he paused mid-step, as he realized that he had found himself to a dead end. Now that was really convenient, he thought to himself. It was like those movies, where the damzel in distress found themselves at a dead end, before being attacked by something in the dark. Only he would like to think he had more standing than a mere damzel, though with whatever lurks out in the wilderness, he really wasn't sure of the answer to that question.

"Who ees t-there?" He asked in a normal pitch, knowing that whoever was lurking nearby would be able to hear him. He wasn't liking where his previously 'fun' exploration was taking him. He didn't know much about this city, or its inhabitants, which wasn't a very good lack of knowledge to possess. Side-stepping to the other side of the path slowly, he cautiously glanced around to ensure that he wasn't going to get blindsided or something. It wouldn't be the first time that had happened. Becoming frustrated, he asked again. "Who ees there!?" This was becoming rather annoying. When he made his way home finally, he would remind himself not to take hikes during midnight to places he has no prior knowledge or directions of.

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[Jay DeLacy]

Hmm...a French accent. The voice was filtering through the air towards him and the vampire couldn’t help but smile. The predator laughing behind the prey’s back, watching it run in circles. Well, hopefully. Soon. But the French, oh, how delicious. Jay was constantly drawn back to the land he had been born in and where he had spent his time as a mortal. In this town, with this smell and that accent...oh, the evidence was most definitely pointing towards the one who couldn’t be here being here. The dead will rise? Well he was proof of that, wasn’t he? But the boy (the sibling of that succulent little morsel of a Slayer) was dead. Dead and gone, his last breath washing away down with the flow of the river. Or not. How...intriguing.

Creeping up behind the voice, or rather, behind the owner of that delicious little voice. Repetition. The scent of...fear? Wariness? Hah! One who had spent his childhood listening to the stories of creatures in the dark then, and hiding under the bed clothes when the hints came into play at the end. Nightmares danced in those childrens, and their cries when he approached were the most compelling. Or it was the one who it couldn’t be. The smell, the familiar smell...that and the voice were hinting it. It was merely the tone of the heavily French accented words which were playing with the Bluejay’s mind right now. Moving closer, while making sure he kept to the shadows, the honey blonde vampire kept his eyes straight ahead, looking for the first trace of the human. A game with himself. Who spots him first? He managed not to giggle, clenching his hand into a fist and digging his nails in his palm as a silent message to behave.

“Hello,” he heard himself saying softly as he moved closer through the dying light. Light which no longer burned as he moved through it, so nice. “Are you alright?” Concern. Oh the ever charming vampire could most definitely inflict his voice with the traces of concern, could he not? And he would. All he wanted, after all, was to see the owner of the voices’ face. Was that too much to ask? In a city such as this, surely plenty of strangers stared at passing faces. Jay was not so much of an idiot (not an idiot at all) to actually wander up and say something like: ‘Hey, can I see your face?’. That would be moronic. So he just slipped through the shadows, moving around the boy. Boy, definitely a boy. Well, either that or a very butch, masculine sounding and smelling female, and...well, that had happened before. One hell of an embarrassing moment that. He’d had to abandon his games and just kill that one instead due to it. He would make sure not to say anything aloud until he was sure to avoid that mistake again.

[Alexandre Sebastien Le Feuvre]

The sound of the mysterious person in the shadows voice was soon revealed, which was that of a male. The voice sent slight chills down his spine as he turned to the direction of where the voice was coming from. But then the voice was coming from somewhere else, so he found himself once again circling his head around the darkness. He could see a slight movement, but he couldn't be sure of what it was exactly. All he knew was that something just wasn't right. Why would someone be lurking in the shadows, making small talk with him, rather than showing themselves? It could only mean one thing. Something he didn't want to admit to himself, because it was something he had been trying to avoid, and escape, for the past year or so. It was a part of him he wished to leave behind in France. Apparently things that you leave behind, end up finding a way to haunt you.

Assessing the voice, he figured out that it was no one he knew, therefore could just be a vampire out looking for a kill, or something. Whatever the intentions, he wasn't the slightest bit pleased at the situation in front of him, and even the town he had wound himself up in. Sucking in slightly and once again inhaling, he begun searching with his eyes around the landscape again, but to no avail. They were good at hiding. Really good. Cowards, he thought to himself. "I'm...Fine," he responded softly, still circling the bank, through the sickening darkness for a culprit. "Ahe you goeeng to remain een the shadows like that, or show yourgr face?" It was a face he was more than sure he didn't want to see, but he also didn't like the idea of being watched and 'stalked' by someone who wants to kill him. That part in his life was over a long time ago, he wasn't ready to endure it again.

Turning, he sighed before walking in the other direction, from which he assumed he had come. Maybe they would just go away, and he would be able to return home, bothersome? If what he thought he was dealing with was the truth, he had fears that unfortunately that wouldn't be the case for him tonight. He had no weapons, nor any intent to engage in any form of combat. He just wanted to see the sights, after all. Those sights not including those who lurk in the shadows. If he had've known that, he would've cancelled the sight seeing for a day-time activity, which was the normal thing to do.

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[Jay DeLacy]

He chuckled - a light sound for a stalker in the shadows. A Stalker. Oh there was no greater stalker than the Blue Jay, he was almost completely sure of that. Stalking was a game, one he loved to indulge in, one he loved to play. There was an art in being the perfect stalker, in getting this close to a human, close enough to hear their heartbeat and smell the blood pumping around. Close enough to raise the anticipation, fear, terror (or sometimes arousal) levels of the victim, close enough to breathe undeeded breaths onto the back of the human's neck...all without being seen. It was a dance, one he was more than a Master of. One he had pratically designed in the first place.

"Why, is my voice not enough?" he inquired softly, making sure to curl a french accent around the words. "Must my face also be brought into play?" The human's voice was not enough to assure him that the smell and the accent was the same as the one which was dead. He hadn't paid attention to that one, to the dead boys words. No, he'd beaten him of course and left him for dead, but he hadn't been worth Jay wasting his time on. The girl though, the girl...her blood had been delicious. Powerful. Intoxicating. Was this guy the same guy who had been with that girl? Maybe. Possibly. He continued to move around the human until suddenly the human turned...and then the face that Jay could clearly see in the darkness was the evidence he needed.

"Well..." he breathed out, stepping out of the shadows just slightly into the human's newly chosen path. His face was still hidden, he was sure of that, but he was definately there now. Solid, more than just a voice. Standing still even as the human had tried to beat a retreat. A human who he did most definately recognise. A human who he had last seen with a beaten face before he had been thrown face first into a river. Fast and flowing. Like the one near by in fact. "The dead really do not stay dead, monsoir...How...intriguing..."

Interesting. Worth his time? Perhaps...that would have to wait and see. The human's reaction, or the length of time it took for him to recognise the vampire, that would also tell, give some hint...as to whether the prey would be fun this time. There was no point if they weren't fun. "Are you lost? Would you like some help? You don't look...or sound...like your from around these parts."

[Alexandre Sebastien Le Feuvre]

He halted in his movement once again, turning his head softly behind him. Perhaps he should have continued walking, with the chance of avoiding any confrontation being more likely than of him staying and facing it directly. But when did Alexandre ever listen to his gut feelings? He always got himself into unfavourable situations, it was in his blood, he couldn't control it most of the time. But what had caused the halt in his movement however, was the voice, not displaying a French accent. Alexandre could tell a fake French accent from an innate one. And this one was the real thing. It could be assumed that this man was just taking the piss out of his accent, or something along those lines, but a real French accent meant someone from the place he was trying to get away from was haunting him. He feared who that might be.

He completely turned around as he actually took in what the man had said. He gasped, as if struggling to breath for a moment or two, watching as he could see a figure arise from the shadows. He couldn't see the face, however he could see a physical figure, which was more distinct than of a voice. His eyes glanced fiercely over at the shadow of a man, who he now knew was a vampire. And unfortunately, he knew which one too. In hearing the voice...Seeing the figure, memories begun flashing back into his mind, causing his spine to feel like it was frozen by a snowstorm, or snapped in half. He was feeling many different emotions, surging all through his body as he couldn't withdraw his intense gaze from the shadow. He felt sorrow, for the painful memories of his sister's life being taken. He felt anger, for the vampire who took her life. He felt guilt, for not being able to do something or take out the vampire sooner. Lastly, he felt fear for what was to come of this vampire, and the night.

He sucked in softly, before raising his head from its brief downward posistion, where he was in deep thought. "Was nevergr dead." He spoke his words with less force and emotion this time. His entire body and mind were becoming too much for him to handle. Everything was becoming a blur. He wanted to leave, but his instincts wouldn't let him. The man who killed his sister had come back to haunt him. Not in his nightmares, but in reality. One of his fists clenched. He felt ready to fight, but on the other hand, felt like he couldn't. His destiny of being a slayer was the reason they were targetted, and why his sister was killed. If he fought this vampire, he'd just be accepting that loss is okay and that a slayer has the curse of enduring it. Also, he had no weapons on him, and it didn't look like there were any wooden objects located nearby, which could pose a problem.

He continued to stare at the shadow. He wanted to see his sister's killer's face. He couldn't distinctly remember it, for he was too caught up in the emotion and the battle with him a year or so ago. He wanted to see the face of the vampire who had taken everything from him. But then, in many ways, he feared what he could see and if it would just make it all the worse for him. As the vampire spoke, his teetch clenched together for a moment. "D-don't mock me!" This time he had more emotion behind his words, and he really meant them. He wouldn't be letting this man who had killed his sister and a part of him try and make light of the situation at hand. He glanced to his side, noticing a skinny tree branch which could easily be ripped off, and shot through the vampire's heart, which would end the pain he endures.

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[Jay DeLacy]

An air of recognition had passed between them, the mere taste of it enough to make a smile light up the vampires face. It couldn't be denied that the human he had once been, Jean-Yves Alistair DeLacy had possessed a charming smile, and that trait had of course not been diminished even as the life had left his body. But of course, standing in the shadows as he was now, no matter how much he smiled the reactions gained would be null and worthless to do with that. So he stepped forward, just slightly, standing casually and allowing the light from the nigh sky (so clouded and smothered in the grey cities of the world) to fall over the pale skin of his face. Still smiling.

"No...Of course not," he murmered, tipping his head to the side as if examining a fascinating specimin, "For the dead do not rise again with blood in their veins and a heart pumping it around through the warmth of their flesh, do they now? Whereas you..." So not dead. Abandoned, abandoned by him in the pure pleasure of victory , and yet able to craw his way back from the edge of the precipice and into the light once more. Jay didn't miss the light much - he could remember burning terribly as a human anyway, but still...that niggled slightly inside him. Made him pout with the unfairness of it all.

Mock him? He laughed, stepping closer once then twice toward the human, turning his body in a sly attempt to herd the boy in a certain direction. Human's were so much more fun to exmaine when their backs were pressed against the wall, no chance of getting away and just looking at him with their oh so expressive eyes. Of course, despite his naturally sadistic nature, Jay wasn't in favour of seeing or smell huge amounts of fear. No, he enjoyed more...arousal. Interest. Concern on occasion. But which all ended when the bright flare of hope died in their eyes. Now that was a beautiful sight, one to treasure. That and the light of insanity, he did enjoy that look as well.

"Mock you? I would not dream of it. I am just...wondering why you are here. Alone. In the dark. If you're not dead...shouldn't you have learnt you lesson before, or would you like to be taught again?" Keeping his voice soft, like a song even as he moved steadily closer to the heat of the human. Predator and prey. Perhaps this would be the start of another of his games...or maybe he would just feast on him now. The pangs of hunger were starting to make themselves known.

[Alexandre Sebastien Le Feuvre]

Listening to the words of the vampire, and his face finally being unveiled didn't make the emotions he was feeling go away. He was right in assuming that seeing the face of his sister's killer would make it worse, because it really did. In seeing this man's face, all the memories were flashing back. The fight, the smirk of the vampire was he drained his sister's blood and stared at Alexandre's reaction. The apparent joy he had found in the slaughter of his sister right in front of his eyes. Vampires were sick. Only creatures with such pure evil within their souls could act in such a manner, and enjoy it more than anything. He would always despise them and the manner to which they behaved themselves. For everything they had caused to him, he felt such strong emotions were more than justified.

He watched as the bold vampire stepped foward, revealing more of his physical appearence in the bare light which managed to shine over the man's body once he had left the shadows created by the trees. He felt rather...Intimidated? He hadn't felt that for a long time. Being a slayer had empowered him, mind and body, but since giving up on that part of him, it seemed some of the older feelings he experienced were surfacing inside him. Feeling intimidated wasn't exactly a good feeling to feel, either. It was a combination of fear, and nervousness at what this unpredictable vampire would do next. Even from their past experience, he knew nothing of this vampire, other than the fact that he completely dominanted him in battle. And that was when he was ready and willing to fight back. Now...Now, was a different story. He wasn't ready, and he wasn't the slightest bit willing. Although the anger was present in him, it felt meaningless in comparison now that he had finally found the vampire he had been long searching for. He had been searching, but had let his anger linger within him, instead taking it out on what being a slayer had made him and the lives it had cost as a result.

Still keeping his eyes firmly on the vampire and his movements, he was almost physically unable to move from the spot he had found himself in. He stared blankly into the vampire's dark eyes. They were...Focused, showing great power and strength within them. His sister and him combined couldn't defeat this vampire, why would there be any confidence that he would be able to do the deed on his own? Especially since he was weaponless. Finding the strength, he moved to the side, finally snapping the wooden branch and claiming the small broken branch as his own weapon. He didn't want to take up his role of a slayer, but it seemed like it had become more about survival than anything else. His hands were quivering, almost visibly shaking as he continued to stare at the vampire, not feeling any confidence whatsoever with his newfound weapon. It was all he had, and it wasn't enough. "Y-you should have feeneeshed me off last time...Eet should have been me who you took...Not hergr!" Why he was explaining this to the vampire, he really didn't know. But it wasn't exactly making him feel any better inside either. "I seargrched for you...You nevergr showed yourself to me...Until now. Why? Why come now, when I don't want to be that person?"

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[Jay DeLacy]

The accent of the boy was not something Jay was unfamilar with - travelling as much as his family did, of course they were going to come up against more than one sentance spoken with a foreign accent lashing around it. Some humans found listening to things like entertaining, he was sure. For him, the way the English words were being forced out of the obviously native French speaker...that was plain adorable. And it also didn't escape his attention that this adorable one was not only that, but pretty. More points which pointed towards a new round of one of his games rearing up on the both of the fast, ready to sweep them both away - him in the thrills, and this human in the spills. He almost, almost, giggled at the thought.

But the words did not show the boy to be adorable, no, the guilt behind each syllable spoken was heavy enough for, perhaps, even a vampire who did not posses Jay's levels of observational abilities to notice. Guilt at the girls death? Well, it was probable - these humans felt guilt for the most simple of things which was certainly not an enviable trait. But then again, so little of what they did could even be considered that. But the vampire did consider the words, considered them deeply enough before he started to talk again. "Oh, little one. It wasn't your time to go, was it? The eyes of a Slayer have a certain peak when all they see is death, and that little succulent one had reached it. Now...well, then, I had no reason to. But now...perhaps it's your time instead?" The words were said in a hypnotic purr as he pressed ever closer, backing the human against the wall of the alley.

The weapon the human had grasped in his hands was laughable. Jay paid no heed to it - a branch? He had beaten this human using less than that, and from what he was saying, the human didn't want to do anything like that again. One who didn't want to kill a vampire...such a treasure to find. He moved closwer, still slowly, before suddenly putting his vampire speed into play and darting forward, an inch all so the only space between his cool body and the human's hot one. Putting a hand forward to close lightly around the boy's wrist, he pushed it just slightly so the branch wasn't pointing in a direction which might have some embarrassing consequence if an accident was to take place. His honey brown curls brushed against the human's cheek as he tilted his head again to look at him, leaning just close enough to scent his neck. "It is starting to smell like your time is coming...wouldn't you agree?"

[Alexandre Sebastien Le Feuvre]

His teeth charred together moreso than they had before. They weren't clenched anymore, they were almost digging into eachother. He was angry that this vampire dared speak of the death of his sister so easily on the tongue. "Don't speak of my sester!" How dare he! But he had found himself backed into a dead end, one he was hoping he'd be able to avoid. The path he had previously taken was nowhere to be found. Instead of making his way back through the shadows, he had inadvertedly found himself in an alley-like structure, where he was indefinantly trapped by the vampire. He wasn't liking this situation, but the anger and emotions he was feeling just seemed to be building up a lot, almost too much. All that time he had been on an angry puisuit for that vampire, when in reality it was just a means of facing off with the vampire and winning either way, even if he was slaughtered. He felt like he had cheated death in many ways, and that he should of died and his sister survive. It was how it should be. She was stronger than him, mentally. He didn't have her courage or spirit.

The main thought pacing through his mind, was that if he did die, was he shaming his sister's memory? Or would she like the idea of him dying, so that they could be together again? He would like that idea very much, for he wanted to see her. She was in his dreams from time to time, where they went on their thrilling and dangerous adventures together. Laughing, spending quality time together. He had never felt so attatched to someone like he did to her. He didn't believe he was doing a bad thing by wanting to be with her again, was he? Maybe the vampire was right. Why fight it, if it was his time? He could be with his sister and leave all of this pain and suffering behind him.

Breathing more heavily as the vampire sped foward before his eyes, and was now a mere hand-reach away from him. He felt the vampire's strong grasp on his wrist, and within moments, his wrist, which he seemed to have little strength in, was being forcefully moved away from a posistion where he could stake the vampire. His hand then lost most of its strength as he dropped the branch, heading a sharp thud on the floor below them. He closed his eyes in slight fear as the vampire leant foward, feeling his hair brush against his cheek as the vampire placed his head near his neck. Slightly shaking, he felt one tear slide down his soft cheek slowly. Not a tear of sorrow, but of anger, and the thought of seeing his sister again. He heard the words of the vampire, breathing in softly. "J-just do eet..." Would his death end the suffering and bring him some inner peace, at last?

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[Jay DeLacy]

Don't speak of my sister! He chuckled at those words. At least, he chuckled as if that was what the boy had said when it might have been something completely different - he was paying less attention to the words and more attention to the accent. The accent of his home, of where he had lived and breathed as a human. His human life hadn't been terrible after all, and he had no reason to not keep being drawn back to the sights and smells and sounds of France. Hearing the accent in a city like this was rather bewitching, so of course the words were to be considered only later. "Shouldn't that be...don't speak ill of the dead?" Another kick when the boy was dog, figuratively speaking. A reminder that the girl was dead, "Which I'm not doing. Why would I speak ill of the dead when that's what I am, and when she tasted so...delicious?" There was no logical sense in that at all.

He closed his eyes, breathing in the warm scent of the human, a scent which tied in with the accent and made him think of home. Or, at least, his old home. The human home, for even Jay would admit, straight up, that his home now was with his Sire and his family. Like this boy and his sister, there was no one more important to the vampire (other than himself) than his Sire. But that was probably the same with all vampires, and it didn't mean, of course, that he would quite like to beat the old bat at something one of these days.

The pulse thrumbed beneath his lips, speeding up and increasing in pace. Signs of nervousness? Oh, perhaps. And he wanted to bite, oh how he wanted to bite. To let the demon prowl to the fore and sink his fangs into the succelent warm flesh barely a hair's bredth away. To feel the flesh part beneath the intrusion and the blood, oh the blood, come gushing out. Feel the human shrivel and die as the life left his veins...But then the human's words made all of those delicious thoughts stop. And he pouted. "Well, that's no fun. You're not meant to want it. Naughty." But how would he be able to resist now? The boy had lived once, it was unlikely that he would do again.

Unless he turned him. But Jay had never found any pleasure in turning human's into vampires. Human's were the ones who could be broken, after all. But still, he felt his face shift, the bones and skin shifting in one smooth move as his demon came to the fore. After so long, the demon was him. Entwined together, and such a good team. "Going to scream? She did. Remember?"

[Alexandre Sebastien Le Feuvre]

Just as he expected he was taking his last breath and would soon feel the sharp teeth of the vampire pierce his neck, there had been nothing. His eyes jolted open upon hearing an unfamiliar voice, and they darted over to where a girl was now present. She was young, and rather beautiful, but also insanely stupid and in the wrong place at the wrong time. He didn't want to see the girl get hurt by this vampire, it was all too much. What would a girl be doing at this time in the darkness at such a dangerous place? Was she as stupid as he apparently was? As she walked foward more and took off her jacket and dumped it on the floor, only one assumption could come to mind. She was a vampire slayer. He couldn't deny the relief he felt that it was someone who was able to protect themselves over an innocent bystander who he would be forced to help. But it didn't take away the fact that she was still in danger, for he had dealt with this vampire before, alongside his sister. She reminded him of his sister. So eager to fight and having such heart. Although he admired that about her, he also hated that because it got her killed. He was like this slayer was. Along time ago.

"Slayergr..." He muttered softly, so that only the vampire before him would be able to hear him if he was paying any attention to his words. She shouldn't have come here, she really shouldn't. Sure, there were now two superhuman powered warriors in comparison to the last time, however the only difference was that one wasn't willing to engage in battle. He had lost too much and couldn't lose anymore. If this slayer was killed, it would just be adding to the theory that he lost everyone and that he apparently couldn't save them, like he was supposed to do as a slayer. But some couldn't be saved. If this girl was anything like his sister, she would wish to fight either way, even if it meant her death. He tried saving his sister...He did. But she wouldn't listen, she wanted to stay, she wouldn't leave him. She was killed because of it, and there was nothing he could do. Nothing.

He sighed. "Leeve while you steell can! Thergr is no one to help here...Leeve while you can steell help people out thergr!" He knew it would be pointless asking this. He was once this girl, wouldn't leave and would stay and fight for the thrill anyway and the chance to get rid of vampires. What a meaningless mission that was, for it had cost him so many people he loved and so many other lives. He glanced on at the vampire with a look of plea, hoping the vampire would feel remorse. Which he knew wouldn't happen. "Let hergr go...This is between the two of us...She has nothing to do with eet!" Vampires were greedy. The opportunity to kill two slayers instead of one would obviously be an ego boost. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered.

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[Jay DeLacy]

Company? His jaw shapped shut over the boy's neck as a new scent entered the area, a little scrap of skin catching between his teeth. No blood though, mores the pity, but the new scent distracted him slightly from his toy. A scent of ancient demon power, one which most vampires would instantly snarl at and turn to either fight or flee. Fight or flight as the psychologists insisted on calling the natural predator an prey rations. Maybe Jay wasn't all natural though, for he felt the need to do either even as the scent registered in his mind for what it was. No, because as soon as that happened, it was all about the power that thrummed through the body of the girl. Liquid gold, perhaps. But worth more to a vampire, a warrior of his standing. He licked his lips in anticipation, turning away from the boy just slightly, but not forgetting about him completely. No, there was no chance of that happening.

"Why get a room when we had the whole night to ourselves?" he purred in not-so-hidden amusement. His surprise at the turn of events, or at the newcomer, was not completely hidden, but neither was it fully on display. He should have been shocked, really. Taken aback, as some would call it, to find a Slayer in this town when he'd only recently fought one in the town before. But then again, Jay lived with mood swings would could bring whole towns around him in the blink of an eye, and then which could have him humming and skipping and dancing with pretty flowers and rainbows the next second. Suprises were really sort of off the menu.

Shedding her armour though, he could make that out in the dim to them but bright to him light. A foolish move in some ways, but intelligent in others. Clothing was known for getting in the way when a battle came to it's mouth. Layers simply got caught and ripped. Like limbs, arms and legs, which were flung wildly in any direction. Those were ripped easily too. And that movement did show something else, something backed up by the words that were issued and the manner that the tiny figure stood...cockiness. Sure of herself. An expert then...a profeshional. Now that was interesting. The one he had fought before hadn't been, though the one before that...oh, she had. Both had tasted so sweet though. New, but sweet.

And the human boy obviously recognised what the girl was, if his softly muttered words were anything to go by. Jay took some sort of perverse delight in that. "Oh, well done, Little One," he purred, his attention swiftly changing back to the boy. To his words, and oh, how he could rub that little fact in a little more, "A slayer...Mm...I wonder which of her line must have perished in order to have her been called...What do you think?" The words were taunting, in a way. Gurning for any sort of reaction, even though Jay actually had no idea whether this was the Slayer after the one he had feasted on, or perhaps the fifth to be called after that. He didn't much care, either. But the reactions of the boy were rather intoxicating.

Trying to help the Slayer as well? Now...that was enjoyable. But then...The 'let her go bit'... He narrowed his eyes, pushed the human back against the wall with colossal force before stepping back himself. "No." That sounded like an order. An order. A filthy little human, incabable of trying his bloody shoes correctly, trying to order him around? Absently, he found himself wondering in the back of his mind whether the sudden surges of anger were actual, town-destruction anger, or just the little nibble on the outskirts, but truthfully, he didn't much care. Being ordered though? Hardly! A grin flashed over his face, and he turned to face the Slayer. "Evening, mon chere. What a pretty little weapon you have there. A little toy? That's no fair...you've come in to take mine away from me."

[Lily Walters]

There was electricity in the air that licked at Lily’s skin, their hairs on the back of her head stood on edge as she heard the victim speak. Was he telling the vampire to slay her or did he recognise her as the slayer? She had kept a low profile since taking the Slayer’s mantle yet he knew her upon first sight, she took his words on board but what kind of slayer would she be if she turned the other cheek and allowed an innocent to die, worse leave his murder to walk free.

In the darkness filled alley she watched as the Vampire tossed the boy into a wall, she listened to his taunt as it shed further light on his knowledge. He had known the prior slayer, at least that’s what the vampire was implying. If that was the case this Vampire had killed a Slayer in the past, however the previous slayer had been described to her as fairly lame chosen one: with all the mental difficulties and none of the perks. She wondered how he would fare against a fully functioning Slayer.

She saw him grin as he slowly turned to her, his grin was inhumane, the skin on his lips wrinkled at the wrong area and the grin displayed his carnivorous teeth in all their glory. “Most girls my age carry around a rape whistle,” she spoke clearly taking some steps towards him, “I on the other hand prefer something with a little more weight to it.” she had stopped playing with the hand axe now, it was firmly planted in her hand and she squeezed tightly ready to strike or throw whatever she needed to do to distract her opponent, she turned to the victim gauging if any damage had been done to him, she needed to get passed the Vampire and at least set the boy on a course to freedom, he was still a target barely even trying to climb to his feet, or worse, he wasn’t even attempting to.

“You think you can just claim a human for your own?” she asked the vampire she asked angry with his arrogance, “Not in this town.” she kept walking until she was barely three feet from the Vampire, above their heads a vault street light flashed on and off repeatedly like a bad nightclub, she examined her adversary’s body hitching stance or any weapons he may hold. ””

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