Post by Anastasia Romanov on Sept 15, 2011 21:52:27 GMT -5
His voice sounded behind her, she had smelt him in the door before she heard him speak. She closed her eyes and turned to look at him, opening after he finished speaking. She looked at him, before stepping back towards him. She stopped just before him.
"My story, is not for the faint of heart hunter." She said looking up to his face. She had never told anyone her story, well anyone alive that is. She looked at her coat in his hands.
"It's my mothers." She said before correcting herself. "was my mothers." She reached out and took the coat, wrapping it around her arms, she held her head up high, looking right at him. She didn't know if he knew much about the Romanov's not a lot of modern people knew. "My official title is Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanov, the Daughter of Tsar Nicholas II of Russia and Alexandra Fyodoronva, I will tell you my story, if you still care to hear it, but standing out here may catch you a cold, and I may be a vampyre, but I was not lying to you when I said I have hemophilia....I will not get a cold outright, but my blood will slow and thicken with freeze....I am asking you to let me sit by your fire, self preservation is strong even after death."
Why was she being nice. Eh? Who knows. She'll be plenty mean later....besides...it never hurt to have a hunter on your team.
Post by Nikolai Gruskov on Sept 17, 2011 1:03:14 GMT -5
Nikolai was surprised that she wanted to actually talk to him, seeing as he was a Hunter and she a Vampyre, but he wasn't about to stop her. “Of course, of course! Come in. It is the least I can do.” He reflected shortly of the irony of immediately inviting her back into his house after kicking her out but... suddenly there was mystery about her. A story to be told. Secrets to be learned. He returned to Batyr: he was sleeping peacefully. Good. He then turned to... Anastasia. Grand Duchess Anastasia. Heir to the Tsardom that was the entirety of Russia, before Communism. No wonder her rich clothing and haughty attitude. He walked over to her and handed her the fur coat. “Accept this as a token of my trust. Although it is not mine to give, it is something I will not take.” He bowed his head slightly. He turned away, and went to put the kettle on. Not just for her: he needed something to calm his nerves from the crazy night. His truck wrecked, his dog severely injured, making friends with not only a Vampyre, but also Royalty. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine all this happening on one night. The screaming kettle woke him from his thoughts, and made tea for both of them. He placed her mug opposite from him on the island in the middle of his kitchen, inviting her over.
Post by Anastasia Romanov on Sept 17, 2011 18:54:10 GMT -5
She watched him move about, working on the tea. He was clearly in deep thought. She pondered why she was being so nice towards him. Looking down at the coat her face turned to a scowl as she contemplated the ways she would have to kill him after talking with him. She couldnt let anyone survive after telling them her story, it just wasn't possible. Her face turned neutral as the kettle screamed and she looked back up towards him as the scent of warm tea floated through the cabin. He made a motion to her and she wondered as he vaguely looked like a fish flopping around...atleast his arm. She glanced to his wrist, where a pleasant vein pumped blood to his hand, before she stood and moved to the island, wrapping her fingers around the steaming cup, nodding her head in thanks. She felt the warmth from the cup hit her icey fingers dispersing quickly. The steam rose to her face and she inhaled the scent deeply. She couldn't drink it, it would make her sick, but she could smell it and feel it's warmth. She watched the tea ripple in the cup before looking up to him. "My story is not a fairy tale....being a hunter I hope you can stomach the story." She began her tale. Being born in the palace, the tricks she played, her most famous of the tricks was standing on the second floor balcony and threatening to end her life, while he nurse maid screamed at her in fright before Anastasia jumped, landing in the duck pond below. The maid fainted in fright and her father had given her the reprimanding of a life time. She smiled softly as she remembered her brother Alexi's birth, the joy they all felt, and how they coddled him. Her hands trembled as she held the cup, before setting it down to stop her shaking. She would need some blood soon. She licked her lips and let out a slow breath closing her eyes. The scent of his blood wafted around her, berating her senses with the hunger. Her throat burned in thirst. She was clearly struggling with something. She opened her eyes and looked at him before continuing. "We had fled, hiding in a basement, before we were captured. I never understood why we had to leave, why it happened the way it did. I could have done research now, but even then no one would really know. We were tied up. Mama and papa were tied to chairs, my sisters together and Alexi and I together. The man...pulled a gun and shot my father in the chest. Once. Twice. Three times. My mother screamed at him, he was drunk, he wasn't thinking clear. Gregor would save us. He shot my mother, in the head, then stabbed them both. We watched horrified." Her eyes drew in a far away look, as if she was reliving it as she spoke. She could see it all, her parents bleeding dead. The knife slitting her sisters throats, the gun pointed at her and Alexi. Shots fired, knife sliding through skin. She hadn't even realized she was speaking, describing the bloody scene exactly as she was seeing it. "They dragged us out into the night. Piled them...dumped petrol on them and lit them a blaze. Alexi, he cried...we were still alive, just so. Alexi died against me, crying." She was there, leaning against Alexi as he cried and coughed his last bit of blood out. A single tear rolled down her face, leaving a trail of blood against her smooth white skin. "I don't remember much after Alexi died. Burning, I don't know if I was literally on fire or if it was the change. I woke up buried beneath the earth, and dug my way out, with a hunger...." she broke out of her trance and looked at him, she seemed to sink into herself, pull herself away from him. He smelt...like heaven. She stood up suddenly and moved toward Batyr kneeling and burying her face into his fur. She wasn't feeding from him. No, she wouldn't work to save his life only to kill him. She looked over her shoulder toward Nikolai. "Wet dog.....kills the scent of even the best smelling human." The look on her face turned dark for a moment and she stood moving towards him. Her walk was sultry, her hips swayed as she moved towards him. She stepped against him, pushing him against the surface behind him as she looked into his eyes. "You know that moment...in your hunt, when you are upon your prey, they are just at your finger tips..." she trailed her hands up his arms sliding them across his chest pressing firmly. She spoke softer, her tone taking a seductive edge to it as she leaned in as if to kiss him, her power of Mesmerize pressing into his mind, curbing his fight or flight instinct, making him forget his self preservation how ever momentarily. She paused her lips just inches from his, his breath warm against hers. "...and you have that spilt second decision to make....kill or be killed? And you choose kill?" The palm of her hands pressed against his chest before she pushed back with enough force to send her across the room, but leave him unharmed. Her moment was blinding, and if he would look for her he would find her hidden, curled up behind his couch in the corner, her knees tight to her chest, her pupils dilated. She trembled and shook her head. "You need to change...something...you smell...of hunt....adrenaline..." a sudden movement and she disappeared again. She kneeled before Batyr petting him and whispering to him in Russian, the dog...to her smelt horrible. Her hunger fought against her....hard. She had decided she wasn't going to kill or harm this hunter. "I refuse to harm you in anyway...you need to help me on that, I lost a lot of blood. Please, de-deliciousfy yourself." Had he ever had a woman call him delicious before?
Post by Nikolai Gruskov on Sept 21, 2011 23:14:43 GMT -5
Her tale was truly harrowing. It was almost too much, even for the experienced hunter. The way she had described it... she must have been there. At first he thought her distress was from her memories, however, it soon became clear that it was something else entirely. His heart jumped as she mentioned her hunger, and then again as she walked over to his dog. However he now trusted this Vampyre, and believed her when she said that it suppresses all scent. She was suddenly very close to him. Pushing him against the counter top. Vaguely something triggered in his mind – but her lips were so close... Then she was gone. He looked around, bewildered. Where had she gone? Then another blur, and there she was, petting Batyr. “...you need to de-deliciousfy yourself...”
Of course. Wouldn't want her to feed upon him. He went into his room, and changed quickly into clean clothes. He didn't own any nice clothing, really. Cursing himself he put on what he could find: a pair of plain jeans, a white undershirt, and a wool sweater. He hoped the scent of sheep didn't drive her mad. He returned to the living room, where her condition was only getting worse. “I can help you find blood, if that is what you desire. I am a hunter: I hunt for a living. I offer my skills to you.”
((OOC: is he still under your little bit of mesmerize? I kinda assumed for this post.))
Post by Anastasia Romanov on Sept 22, 2011 22:19:18 GMT -5
The air circulated as he moved, her knees tight to her chest. She buried her face into her knees, visibly shaking. She needed to feed, right now she would take anything. She however couldn't figure out why she couldn't bring herself to feed from the hunter. It seemed as if a friendship was budding, if not a semi understanding for each other. If they were going to live and hunt in the same region, they needed to be at an understanding. Her lips quivered as he offered getting her blood. At the moment anything would work, she slowly and gently pulled her Mesmerize from his mind, narrowing her eyes in concentration, she pulled them out slowly, the mind like a rubber band, her Mesmerize were like fingers pulling back on the rubber band, and she could either snap the band, the vibrations felt through the mind, or she could release it slowly no vibrations felt, like it that the persons own train of thought that brought them where they were. She immediately felt guilty for using her powers on him. Which was odd, her hunger was definitely getting to her. She stood and wrapped her arms around herself. "It...doesn't need to be human. I need a lot though, more then a regular vampyre, I prefer not to kill...if you could....capture a large stag perhaps." she had stopped killing her victims when she regained her mind from her mindless killing days. She loved more to torture them and mess with their minds, drain them and torture them some more. She had kept people alive for months, feeding them, bathing them, healing what wounds she caused, before torturing and feeding from them again. Some died in the process, oh well. Others she used up, messed their minds up beyond repair and chucked them out into civilization. She waited for him to get what he needed, moving only to stay away from him, like he was the plague. She followed behind him, watching silently, her movement undetected except for the fact he knew she was there. She watched as he did what he needed to do to capture, waiting patently and silently, her eyes large and bright in the moon light. She found herself leaning closer, letting his scent surround her, assulting her senses before she caught herself, her fangs sliding out as her eyes focused on the vein in his neck, or any vein that was visible at the time. She'd suck in air through her teeth and fall back each time, getting a slight high by pushing herself. "Feel free to punch me if I get too close." She whispered, as she was suddenly next to him basking in his scent before falling back.
