A Problem Solved, A Problem Born {Open}

[†The Blood Countess†]

Two people stood nearly fifty feet apart from each other, staring into each other's eyes with sheer hatred. One male. One female. Both had jet black hair. The man had his at shoulder length, the woman at waist. One had deep green eyes but the other...had a chilling lavender. Anyone can tell from facial features that the two must be related. Siblings? Yes, that is what they were. How could a brother and a sister have a strong hatred towards each other? It started with betrayal, lives that were nothing but lies, broken hearts and now...here they were.

"Why did you do it, Michael? Why did you kill mum? What did she do to deserve death by her own son's hands?"
The one known as Michael merely chuckled, "Mom was a whore, Alora. Having sex with every man that walked down the street...even willing to go as far as having some "time" for her son."

Alora nearly retched in disgust but she was one to talk. Once upon a time, her brother had won her heart. They shared "time" in the bedroom as well but it only ended in disaster.

"You're a sick child, Michael. A sick, sick child."

"I know I am, Alora. I know. Well, we both know what we came here for so shall we get it over and done with? I have other things to do you know."

Anger welled up inside the vampiress. That cocky attitude of his pissed her off to no end! It was time to settle this once and for all. She'll kill him or die trying! At least she had one thing on her side should she have need of it.

Aero Kenisis.

A sharp cry of anger left Alora’s throat as she charged towards her sibling. In both hands she had Desert Eagles, eager to put holes in that bastard’s body. Now close enough, she shot out and pressed her gun against his chest. He had made the same move. Now one question remained: Who will pull the trigger first? None seemed to have it in them to pull it! Michael’s features had softened, as did Alora’s. For a while the two stared at each other. The hands holding their gun of choice were shaking.

Then, suddenly, both became determined to exterminate each other! BAM! BAM! Two gunshots rang clear in the darkness. Alora fell back with a cry, as did her brother. Who had succeeded?

The brother.

Groaning, the male managed to get on his feet and walked towards his sister. Best take care of her now while he still can. If she were to come to, she’ll try to kill him. ”…and now sister…I bid you adieu.”

A sharp pain shot through his chest! It only took a quick glance to realize what the source was: there was a large hole there! His heart, still beating, was now in the dirt, squirting out blood in its last attempt to still function. The supposedly unconscious sister had her hand stretched out towards him. Ash was all that was left of her sibling now...

”I'm sorry...” she whispered, finally sinking into unconsciousness.

Yes. Cheesy. I know. Shaddup. I'm having writer's block >.<

[Samael]

Amoura and her brother were not the only two people on the streets of New York. Samael a very powerful vampire also walked the streets. He wore a old bussiness atire, and a tradtional bussiness trench to go over all of it. Even he was so daring to ware a hat along with all this to hide his features just a little bit. While he walked the fire of gun shots, near him sounded through the street he was on, just to make this night a little more dramatic he focused his mind to the clouds. Clouds, just light with rain, he could feel it as it left the clouds and a small down pour started to coat the area they were in.

As he made his way down the street, he spotted a vampire fall to his knees then fade away in a pile of ash. The other one appeared to be a women, hair flowing around her body. Flared out from the sudden fall and a crimson blood around her lower body and slowly leaving her, it being washed away by the light down fall. Disappearing, and reappearing right beside her. He had himself bent down on one knee looking down on her worthless body. Weak. Weakness was something he hated with such a passion, and to see it in such a beautiful creature as a women was a disgrace.

Although she wasn't dead... yet. She was panting her fangs were seeable and he finally knew why she wasn't dead from the bullet holes that went through her body. Out from his coat he had a packet of blood, just enough to heal those types of wounds. He carried a few on him, nothing like robbing a blood bank eh? He also pulled out a knife and sniped off the top, holding her mouth open and pouring the blood into her mouth, and down her throat it went. It would surely heal her wounds, and surely she would owe him a great deal. He spoke to her, but it was something she wasn't gonna except.

"Une créature si puissante, a trouvé dans un état de faiblesse. Buvez ce sang et développez-vous fort. Vous me devez votre vie."

He spoke in french with out even thinking about it, wondering if the women would infact understand his words if at least not a little bit. Emptying the packet into her mouth he stood above her, watching her, examining her and waiting for her to rise. If she choose to be hostile he would be ready and on his toes if she did anything funny. Although for now he appeared friendly and helpful although she did owe him a debt.

[OCC: He said "Such a powerful creature, found in a state of weakness. Drink this blood and grow strong. You owe me your life.]

[†The Blood Countess†]

{It's Alora XD}

Darkness was closing in all around her. A chilling sensation rushed throughout her weakened body, dragging her farther and farther from the light. Breathing was becoming difficult at this point but then the Blue Butterfly realized something. If this was death...it's not that bad. Her goal in life was accomplished and she was slowly slipping away into death's embrace in an honorable way. But then something happened that she didn't expect. A cool liquid was rushing down her throat...
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Alora's eyes fluttered to find that...someone was holding her jaw to make sure she cannot close her mouth. Was this...blood? It had to be. How else could she escape death so quickly? Though still dazed and confused, she managed to catch a few words the male was saying. What language is that? It has to be French... Alora only knew English and a bit of German. One word was creature...but...ugh I cannot think straight.

Her right hand gingerly pressed against where her gunshot wound once existed. Everything started coming back to her. ”Michael?” The vampiress called out whilst forcing herself to sit up. All she could find was a pile of ash, clothing and weapons that he once wielded. So it was true then. It wasn’t a dream.

A great sigh of relief heaved from her lips before turning towards the male who saved her. In all honesty, she was hoping today would be her last day walking this hunk of rock called earth but it seems she wasn’t done here yet. ”Thank you. I’m...sorry I don’t quite understand what you said earlier.” Alora Gazier knew all too well that she owed this man a great debt for saving her. Might as well tell him.

”I am in debt to you, sir. What can I do to repay you?”

[Samael]

"I said, Such a powerful creature, found in a state of weakness. Drink this blood and grow strong. You owe me your life. Although I am glad you admited that you are in debt to me because you are. Now, take my hand and lets walk."

He grabbed her hand from her sitting position and helped her to her feet. Brushing off some of the ash that had gotten onto her although most of it was being washed away by the light down pour of rain. Although his hand opened into a palm and he ran it above his head the rain admitly fanishing from them and now it was dry out, although the street was still a bit damp from the water that had just ran through it. He walked only a few feet with her before he sat himself down on a bench on this empty street turning his eyes to her he spoke.

"Since you are in debt to me I must ask what you are willing to give to me as part of your debt for saving your life."

He asked sitting on the bench and looking to her with some what of a amused look on his face. He wondered where this women was gonna lead him tonight, maybe she would be sluttyish or horroish and lead him to a bed room. Where he would be free to tie her down, torture her, and pleasure her all the while. Oh, if that was the case the debt would be repaided quite easily in his part but he doubted that she would take the route of sleeping with him to repay her debt to him for saving his life, and really there was nothing he wanted from her other than that unless she did have something good to offer.

[†The Blood Countess†]

Alora nodded her head after he offered a translation, "Ah. I see. Pity I never learned French, it's a beautiful language." The vampiress reached out her hand for his as he began to lean down. With the female back on her feet, she muttered her thanks. Nice fellow but we'll see what he'll want from her. People can change in the blink of an eye. One moment someone can be on your side and the next your worst enemy. Let's pray that Samael won't be that way.

"What I have to offer..." So he wanted her to come up with something? Great. He seemed more than capable of getting rid of opponents but there's no harm in offering her services. "That's rather hard, considering I don't know what you might want. I've been an assassin for a generous portion of my life so if there's a...target that you have I can get rid of him or her." That didn't seem too convincing. Maybe something else? "Other than that? I'm honestly not sure on how I can repay you. You saved my life and thus I owe mine to you."

What will he say now? Will he accept her offer or ask for something else? For now, all Alora could do was stand there before him and wait.

[Samael]

"There is no pleasure in hiring some one to kill a person that you hate, if you want some one dead you just do it yourself. That is a sign of weakness, hiring some one to kill some one for you. If I wanted some one dead I don't just 'kill' them, you got to make them suffer as long as possible. No fun if you just slit the throat and be done with it."

He spoke, with a sick sadastic smile on his face while his hand pointed down the road, and if she could see that far she would see a neon sign signaling a small dinner that maybe they could discuss this debt. Getting to his feet and watching her arise to hers in the same maner a put a harm around her and they appeared there in a matter of seconds in front of the dinner. No one around, and only a few people inside. He took her by the hand and lead her to a booth in the far corner of the room.

Sitting down they were given two menus, he himself ordered them both something to drink and since he was gonna pay for this meal any ways so the drink she should be able to drink unless she just fed on blood. Although he found no fancy in just drinking blood, he liked human food often since he had spent about four hundred years a tomb where he was recently discovered a few months ago.

"Now, what else can you offer me. I don't need money, I don't need items, what can you offer me?"

[†The Blood Countess†]

Well it's good to know she wasn't the only person who thought the same way. Why let someone take the pleasure when you could easily do the job yourself? "I don't kill my opponents right away. Like you, I let them suffer for a good amount of time before I ease their passing." Though there were moments in which she'd spare them the pain and kill them right away. But that was in the past, that was the old Alora who only lived to slaughter those who dared to oppose the guild she was in. Now? Alora only killed for Alora. The female had ties to no one!

She stood and followed Samael only to suddenly find herself in a restaurant. Now how on earth did he do that all of a sudden? Could he teleport? Maybe she was just out of it and was seeing things. It happened often when your mind was doing too many things at once. One: Keep the assassin instincts still running considering she had foes lurking about. Two: Trying to think of a way to repay the man for saving her life. Thus far coming up with her debt had proven to be difficult.

This fellow just can't seem to come up with anything. He was older than her, that much she could tell, so why can't he think of something? "I don't know what I can offer you, sir. I thought as much as I could and nothing comes to mind. What can you think of?" If he was asking for anything involving a bed, forget it. The vampiress had long left that "instinct" behind and wasn't too keen on reactivating it. Even if that's what he wanted, well, he wouldn't get results that he would have hoped that's for sure. Then again, not all male's mentalities ran like that. Perhaps he had something a little more honorable in mind?

So now, The Mistress of The Wind waited for an answer.

[Samael]

He thought, thought, thought, and continued to think about what he could make her due or how she could repay his debt. She had not offered anything to do with a bed but he had one idea that came to mind as the waiter came back, dropped off there drinks then turned around and scurried off to another table. He smiled sheepishly, while he took the straw between his lips. Sipping briefly on the contents of coke and ice. While he put the glass back down on the coster and stared into her eyes.

"I want to know what you fear, if you tell me what you fear your debt of life is repaid to me."

He said with a small grin on his lips, he was a master of illusion he was gonna play with this vampire for a little while. He wasn't excatly sure of her age but he wanted to guess that she was a younger one. Once she told him her fears, he would gladly make her fears in a reality and make illusions of what she feared. They wouldn't touch her but they sure would scare the piss out of her and it would be a cheap laugh on his part.

"Such a small price to pay for such a big thing I did for you, I could of saved you then made you a slave. Tied you down, tortured you, but I bet your the kind of person who likes that stuff huh?"

He wanted to say he could read her like a book but he was prodding a bit into her mind, some one as strong as him and some one as young as her it was like taking candy from a baby. He knew he could make the mind reading painful, that he was prodding into what she liked at least and he was hoping he was hitting the nail on the head some how. Unless she had some kind of fake memories or something of the sort, but any ways he was still looking for her answer to his question. If she would not offer her fears as a payment he could think of other desires.

[†The Blood Countess†]

This male's cocky attitude was starting to irritate the female. That smile, the way he composed himself and how callously he asked for what she feared. The vampiress shot him a venomous glare, eyes now piercing lavender once more. The doors to the restaurant had suddenly shot open with thanks to a sharp gust of wind from the outside. A few waiters panicked and then relaxed upon realizing what it was. Laughter was exchanged before the door was shut once more. "If you were going to torture me after saving my life then there was no point in saving me. Here I thought you would be a man and ask for something within honorable terms but it seems my judgment has been miscalculated."

Small price? Bah! Then he started talking about making her a slave. At that point the vampiress shot up from her seat, "I've had enough. No, I do not like that stupid shit. I've actually been tortured and it was NOT pleasant. Is that a fear? No. You know something? I fear nothing. I don't fear the unknown. I don't fear death. I fear NOTHING. If you're going to continue being a cocky bastard then I shall take my leave. When you actually have something worth my time for saving my life, find me. It won't be hard to do so."

With a sharp bow, she turned around and walked outside. If he wanted to take what he had given her, so be it. The vampiress no longer gave a damn. You want her fear? Well...she was telling the truth. She didn’t know what she feared. That doesn’t mean she’s invincible though. Good heavens no. Everyone had a weakness but Alora had yet to discover it.

[Samael]

The moment she left his eyes started to turn pure black,a fog running through them while they slowly turned fully black. He was getting fully attuned with nature at this very moment, while the sky started to turn pitch black with the most horrible looking clouds. Thunder cracking along with lighting as a bolt hit right in front of Amoura. Disappearing from his seat in the dinner and appearing several feet from her. Wind whiping at his short hair while he stared at her with pure black eyes. A smile on his face while he spoke to her.

"That was really, the wrong answer. Now, if you won't tell me what you fear yourself, then I will just rip it from your mind slowly and painfully."

His mind admittly lashed out at her own the moment his words ended, while the storm only deepened around them. Thunder cracked, lighting struck, and the rain started to pour, along with a wind whiping through both vampires hair. He wasn't in the mood to fuck around, it was a little innocent question what he wanted from her. He didn't want money, he didn't even want sex now, all he wanted to know was what she feared and she couldn't answer this simple little question for him.

His mind continued to lash out at hers, attempting to rip through her head and find the things she feared most. He would take this from her, and he would use it his anger only effecting the storm that was brewing at this moment in time. All hell was gonna break loose soon if she decided not to obey his commands. Nature was on his side and he could manipulate it as he wished, he really wasn't the man to fuck with on any level, and considered her guessed young age she had to bend to what ever he wished.

[†The Blood Countess†]

"Bastard. How dare he...-AH!" The vampiress leaped back from shock as a lightning bolt shot down from the sky, striking the ground before her. What on earth was that?! Time to get out of here now! Alora had broken into a run but then stopped dead in her tracks when the male suddenly appeared before her. Uh oh. Looks like she made a bad move. "YOU HAVE NO RIGH-AH!" Alora grabbed her head as a sharp pain spread throughout her cranium. This was unlike anything she felt before! Tears welled up in the vampiress' eyes and eventually overflowed, streaming down her face.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M AFRAID OF! STOP IT!" Alora fell to her knees and hunched over, holding her head yet still. The shields she had set up around her mind were being torn apart by Samael. How much longer can she hold him back? No longer possible for he had broken in. Memories came in at a rush. The lies. The truth. Everything. Her fears as a child were presented. Her fears as a young, naive teenager. All of those. But no longer do they apply to the Alora of today.

But. Out of all these memories. One stood out. Her one fear was there! Perhaps there were more? It wasn't the dark she was afraid of, not monsters that may dwell under a bed or weapons that can be used against her.

It was betrayal. The thought of her trust being used against her terrified her to the brink of paranoia! That explained why she didn’t have any companions with her. But that wasn’t all! The thought of someone dying because of her was another fear; another reason why she was alone all the time.

At that point the vampiress had just about enough of him. She was being threatened, her defenses breached. Feral instincts were starting to kick in, slowing down her “human” reasoning. The pain was edging away and becoming less noticeable to her. Piercing lavender eyes stared at him whilst the wind of the area started turning in a different direction. He controlled illusions. What she controlled was NOT an illusion.

One question remained: How long can she hold him off?

[Samael]

"Mhm... Your fears the feel so good, I am glad I know what makes you scared now and I even no bits and pieces of your life. So your a homophobe? Well lets see if you like this hrm?"

He felt the wind change direction but he just took a grab right back on it again while it shifted the direction he wanted it too go. Her worst fears would surround her and hopfully scare her to the deepest level while Samael continued to churn the sky before him his eyes pure black and even lulling into the back of his head. Lightening strikes hitting around the area and causing debris to fly none what so ever making the slightest contact with Samael.

It was warm out tonight but all of a sudden it went cold, and clouds started to touch the ground aka it was fog. It was coming in thick and the wind died down all of a sudden, although it rained and continued to crack thunder, and lightening above. He disappeared in the thickness of the fog entirely only to appear on a building that was far enough way from her his mind still attacking hers all in the process. Her fears would come through the fog and come at her. They wouldn't touch but they would be just a few feet away from her. Her worst nightmare was going to come to life and Samael got to watch it all in his minds eye.

"I told you, that you were fucking with the wrong person now may your worse fears come to life."

His words echoed inside the depths of her mind, ringing in her ears as if he was right there beside her whispering it into them. He wanted her to bow before him, he wanted her to be a slave. If she could fight her fears he would deem her worthy of living and he would let her flee from the scene but for now her worst fears would comfront her all at one time and there would be hell to pay.

[†The Blood Countess†]

{You keep looking at Amoura's profile. This is Alora -_- just gonna ignore the statement about the corpse...and isn't he just in charge of illusions? >>}

Alora snarled at the male, bearing her fangs in defiance. Alright. Is that how he wanted to play? He wanted to play rough?! The wind changed direction again and soon responded to Alora's calls. Dust shot up into the air to conceal her location from her opponent. Rocks shot at the male but with careless aim. All she wanted to do was make a quick escape but it looks like that will never happen.

But then the wind ceased, fog descended upon her surroundings. Great. Pants left her open mouth, tongue moving slightly in and out along with her heavy breathing. This wasn't good. She can't go charging in there! "I told you, that you were fucking with the wrong person now may your worse fears come to life." That threat echoed in her ears. Her worst fears? This should be interesting.

A gurgling sound came from her right. On the ground there was a child bleeding heavily from a wound in her neck. She looked up at Alora, eyes pleading for her help. What did Alora do? Close her eyes and look away. That wasn't real. It was just an illusion. There was no scent of blood nor that of fresh laundry the child wore. Most people might assume that the mere sight of that would cause them to beg for mercy. "If you think that this affects me? It does. But not in the way you wish it could. The memories are not pleasant, yes, but your methods of torture are weak. I suggest you call off your illusions before I fall asleep."

Eyes closed, she sat down Indian style and folded her arms, waiting for him to cease his childish tactics.

[Samael]

{Just let me fix it >_> >.> <,< >.>, and no he also has Psonic Control also.]

"If illusions don't scare you, let me make your fears a reality."

His mind echoed once again in her mind as the fog got as thick as possible. A hand couldn't even be seen directly in front of your face while it rolled into the streets of New York and enclosed the people in. People panic when they don't know what was going on and Samael was off on a search for something 'innocent' to eat. He had fanished from the building and was now wondering back into the dinner, appearing right behind a teenage girl. While he put both hands on her shoulders.

Disappearing with her and appearing several meters from Alora but he could not be seen in this thick fog, although a little narrow entrance cleared the fog going all around it, his eyes still pitch black while he held the in her spot a hand on each shoulder. Smiling at Alora, this was no illusion this was reality. He wasn't screwing around any more and he would make her bow to him. He bent down behind the girl and sniffed her neck his teeth grazing against her skin while he snickered at Alora and spoke into her mind.

"Bow to me Alora, or I will kill this pretty young girl right here in front of you. It will be painful and she will suffer."

His voice once again echoing through her mind while a smirk was still on his lips. Staring at her with his pure black eyes, the girl staying still and whimpering just the tiny bits because of the all powerful vampire. He wanted to kill her, his thurst for blood was great and to drain this poor weak human soul of every last drop till she was a shriveled corpose of her former self. Oh! Tonight was just getting started, he wasn't sure where he wanted to this to go but he had an idea.