The rain was light that day but it fell upon his body as he walked towards the tavern. He looked for a moment up at the sign and let out a growl remembering the horrible service from this place the night before. He now walked slowly into the tavern; he pauses for a minute having someone block his entrance and lets out a low growl. His gaze falls upon a man who seems to be having an argument with the current tender of the place. Letting out a low hiss he turns his attention to the man "take it to a table and move out of my way...."

The man hearing the growling shakes his head looking to the owner "you know, maybe coming was a bad idea after all. I’m sorry to have disturbed you." He begins to turn around and walk towards the door. The being now lets out a low chuckle and walks towards the bar moving to the side as if avoiding infested animal, and heads to the bar, he looks up at her and shakes his head letting out another hiss "so how's our model of inefficiency doing today?"

The other man whom he dismissed lowers his head, and then lifts it again. When he turns around, there are tears of blood rolling down his cheeks. "That was what I was afraid of. I wanted to say that I have a problem. I get bloodlust easily, and when I do, it is uncontrollable." Apparently having some sort of conversation with the tender. He turns his attention to the girl, salsa was her name, and yes he remembered her from the night before. He now stares at salsa for only a moment and shakes his head "ah, I see still as slow as ever" he chuckles slightly and turns in his seat staring back at the man.

Another in the tavern brightens somewhat, though...she recalls others in the sequence of events that led her to this dreariness of fortune...having not a pence to her name. That being the miserly mind of her former Master. She chuckles self-amusedly.... having deftly managed to flee his wrath. Though he fed and clothed her well, he expected many favors, some on the brink of lechery.

The being now grins slightly at the man who had earlier been crying blood and shakes his head, now not caring for the man to much or worried as of such, he grins and turns to salsa again letting out another hiss, "is it me or does ignorance run rampant in this bar?" The man feeling the probing eyes of somebody turns around and looks for the one who was gazing upon him.

The woman who had been laughing to herself earlier now pushes back from her seat and stands upright...speaking to another with softly curling words, mimicking the royal barrage of her former Master, Her words are smooth and fluid, imbued with textures of wealth... "Nay, I cannot accept your kindness. And I shan't." Her voice almost like a pleasant crystal sound upon the ears.

The tender he had been talking to earlier now comes out of her stupor and runs towards him, giving him the same smile that she had given him the night before. She asks him for a drink but he just looks up at her shaking his head knowing she's already forgotten who he is and just shrugs "surprise me” She runs off to the bar and finds all the bottles she can and mixes them into one drink, something she did for him the night before. He watches her now wondering if this is the extent of her talents and knowledge. He just shakes his head looking down at the drink the smell already reaching his senses before she came over and tosses the 5gps to her. Smiling once more with that same face, she takes the money and walks off to deposit them.

Now turning to the rest of the tavern he snickers slightly in his chair hearing the words Vampires as the words "genetic filth" cross his head at the same time, he pauses for a moment setting his one massive talon down on the table. He turns for a moment upon a woman who seems to be near passing out and grins. As her nostrils flare...she stands her ground, though her body feels the full impact of her hunger...her stomach is clamped in a vice like grip...she swallows her fill of the odors wafting to her senses.... begins to teeter from side to side. As the dizzying effect takes her body into a diving plummet towards floorboards...she thuds lightly upon it...a spray of spittle crosses her lips.... hair pools in colors of black.

He looks around and then pauses his eyes falling on an apparently fainted woman and stands walking over to her, he kneels down running a massive talon around her body with a slight grin. He grins as his previously formed hand comes down the side of her face, for a moment he seems to be studying her body and then looks up staring at another in the room and his presence. As quickly as his touch is, a growl falls over his face the massive talon flies down upon her unconscious form only for the purpose of pinning her where she lays.

Her eyes fling open, the gritty textures of her mouth, she swallows the fluids that stream from her spasming stomach, the tinge in the air frighteningly sweet. The subtle hinting of almond drifting aimlessly to her flared nostrils, she tries to pacify herself as she feels claws raking her flesh, talons swept over her form...pinning her down.... terrified ...she lays immobile beneath him. A grin falls upon his face feeling his talon take hold in her body and looks up not liking the feeling he gets from this new being, he lifts her in the air now and walks out via a window and sets her down outside far away from any of the chaos that may erupt from that man.

The woman manages to squeak out her voice...inhalations of the ‘creatures'?? Scent invoking in her such adulations of stench that she finds if she withholds her breath she shall surely entertain the fledglings of slumber to pacify her again into the pleasantries of unawareness. Though her fingers rise into the air, splaying in wild audacity to his mannerisms...uncertainty creases her features, her mind needling for answers. The other man who had so foolishly blocked this beings path now pauses to look upon this being and his new victim. He is almost tempted to help her, but remembers the last time he interfered, and the result of that. He looks down at the helpless woman, a tear rolling down his cheek, as he would like to help her, he unfortunately cannot. Therefore, he turns away, his head hung low and continues on towards the woods.

She looks upon her captor now, as he grins staring upon her face “you are the hunted now” She stares at him for a moment and squeaks out the words “The.... hunted?” perches her eyes on the being, while trying to rise onto her elbows...immediately feeling the rise of the acids ...burning desirously in her throat, the tincture.her body spasms...Then as her stomach settles.... she blinks back the tears, expelling a breath of gratification ...of the blissfully crisp air of without. He looks down for a moment and sniffs the air; his body gives off no scent. But the other hand the one that was normal to a degree morphs slowly back into the same over sized talon, once it finishes it's morph it falls to her side, near her neck almost as if threatening her. He grins slightly leaning down towards her.

The retreating man now stops again, a conflict raging in his body. His heart is telling him to help her, but his mind is telling him that he will get killed if he does. The woman now looks upon this being,

“Who.... or what are you....”

She shrinks from the touch, her features masking the fright.... her hair in wild coils.... the confinement of his body in such close proximity makes her feel reviled.... as if he was in some way ravished her.... she flickers her eyes from the left to the right, seeking a way out of this invasion of her space.

“Let me go”

He grins shaking his head lifting the massive talon in the air once more he brings it down towards her face between her eyes and stops, he leans to the side to get a view of her reaction and chuckles.

The man turns around, he watching as this thing attacks woman. He shakes his head, the war inside of him still raging. The woman having her own battle now places her right hand flat against his chest. She nearly shrieks...her stomach in clutches once again.... terrors sweep over her form.... her body tenses ...awaiting the ultimate slash from his talon, both eyes narrowing upon it, focusing upon the razor sharp tip. He chuckles keeping the talon above her head, as small tendrils release from the talon and snake down to her body, he growls slightly and looks up at the man with a hiss, then he turns his attention back to his new victim "no, you will not go free, for now I will not kill you only leave you in a state of coma, you should return to normal in a week if you don't put up a struggle"

The other man just remains standing where he was, unable to move forward, draw his weapon, or run away. He is paralyzed by fear of his bloodlust and by the war raging in his soul.
What do you mean....?

She shivers in the feel of the tendrils as she becomes entranced with his visage and that of the ever-present danger of his talon, composure not at her beckon.... wisps of hair float tantalizingly over her grimy features...she rattles out words ...indistinguishable are they from the whip of the wind...flowing within its textures. Blending harmoniously within the fervent animosity of the now furious wail...

The tendrils snake down touching her skin, for a moment he closes his eyes and then opens them, the tendrils when making contact with the body take control over the victim leaving them helpless so as not to harm themselves or the being doing the "sampling" he grins for a moment as more tendrils come forth from his other talon that is still stuck into her side.

The man who seems so paralyzed with fear now speaks up, “D.d.d.dont...kill her...”

“I won't kill her so move along, and she'll be placed somewhere where she'll be allowed to recover.”

Her body jerks.... feeling her vitals invaded by the talon forcing itself into her flesh, gentle promises swirling within her mind. Her lips spurn words, she is imbibing in the spiritual world, and dreamily doth she enter it most willingly. A servant to its taunting, Her taste buds awakening anew with this.

The man who was so paralyzed with fear now feels his own bloodlust coming on, he shakes his head...there is only one way to end the bloodlust, but it is not permanent. "No.when you are through...give her.... to me..."

The tendrils slowly release it's own type of nerve connections effectively making them one, slowly it takes over her brain functions, flashes of his past, with the Overmind, his encounter with the xeno's his quest to find perfection, all flash through her head making this an almost two way connection, he smiles making this quick so she has not the chance to react properly to it.

Her body simply flows with the feeling, melting within it, her body elongating almost as doth fluid. She lies in a trance state, her biorhythms decreasing, her energies spent, a mere waxen form she appears to be now. Memories are invoked within her being, as if stroking her skin in tenderness, likened to water’s caresses, her body aloft on a cloud, dreaming of splendours. In the wake of his tantalizations. Her lashes flutter, her lips cruelly twisted, recollections of battles fought hard, bloodied corpses, flung wildly in a mismatch of limbs hacked from their bodies...bloated upon the terrain, lying in their own puddles of inner turmoil, their souls wreaked with havoc rising into the splendor of Hades awaiting arms.

He slowly he begins to siphon her memories, her essence as it were he growls slightly almost as if taking in a pleasure from this transfer, his body almost seems to shift in color making him disappear and reappear, this in part from not being able to control the shift, after a time he sighs and the tendrils go back into his body, severing the connection. In a small way the whole process leaving her unconscious once more, and in a state of coma, her immune systems now must work their process to regenerate themselves.

The man looks over to the being and asks almost ferverently “Are you done with her?”

He looks up slowly at the man, his brain still processing the new data, he pause for a moment almost as if confused and then shakes his head regaining his composure. "She is not dead, only unconscious, if she wishes to live I suppose someone could take her somewhere to rest."

He grins a sly grin, the tips of his fangs barely visible. As he is finally able to move as he approaches the two. 'Good"

The being now holds a massive talon up to the man, he is weak but not that weak "do you wish to feed upon her?"

The woman nearly chokes from her spittle...that has pooled in her mouth.... swirling with acids that course in a snaking ...scorns of such vile longings...flowers in the tidal eddies of her eyes...she sinks in the puddle of his battles...blasting in the heat of his iris. Her own recollections scarred so ferociously and without shame, languishing in a heaping of obscurity, unwittingly carving her own life of solitude. At the mere whim of those who would take pains to pleasure themselves on her, these trail to him, in a threading of DNA material, Her back arches as if in the throes of lovemaking.

He shakes his head "she has no pain, and I suggest against turning her, as it will have a deadly effect on your body since her chemical structure is somewhat like mine now, until her immune system comes back to normal at least...."

She shudders violently as she teeters on the edge, then flings about on the lustrous green of the valley, a mere mimic of her curses are left tipping her lips unspoken.

“I only wish for a drink.... I will not kill her, and I will not change her...to do so, I would then need to stay with her and train her, and my wife would not like that....”

He grins slightly thinking the man did not listen to his last words, “you would rather kill yourself then wait?"

Those are the woman’s last visions before she falls into the dream state. deep, dark, delicious doth the pall of darkness linger over her body. Swaddling her in its lengthy fingers of silence, enveloped in its gentling embrasure, trailing and seducing her with its silken feel. An unwitting victim, she lies in a pool of her hair, her graven image blank of surface.