Dark Alleyways

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The darkest parts of the town are the Dark Alleyways. BEWARE!! creatures of the night may be hidden

Amunet felt the vein in his neck slightly pop out as he spoke, using his breath. Her eyes widened just a bit, she moved her head down a bit so that her lips were right by his neck. "I'm sorry about this, Kage."Amunet told him as she licked her lips and bit down hard into his neck, now feeding off of his blood.

As she bites him, Kage feels pain in his neck, slowly losing his blood he gasps in pain,he didn't need blood to live, he moves his hand into his pocket grabing a bottle of water,but he drops it feeling pain.The bottle opens and the water touches Kage. His eyes turned instant white as he then became numb to the pain, the water replaced his lost blood and continued to move through his body.

Amunet gets enough blood for now to cure her thirst for only a while. She moves her head away from his neck, looking the other way with her eyes completely widened, her mouth open, and blood dripping from her fangs and her lips.

Kage instantly grabs the wound that Amunet made, falling on his knees, feeling weak. He started to breathe heavy and slowly, trying to regain his strenght.

Amunet looked down at Kage then gently grabbed his hair, pulling his head back a bit. Then Amunet bit her own wrist and pressed it up against Kage's lips, wriggling her wrist around so that his lips would spread apart and her own blood went down into his mouth and throat, entering his system.

Kage feels a liquid going down his throat, first it did not have any taste, but moments later it started to burn, he started to cough trying to get the horrible liquid out of his system, yet some of it he could not cough out. It started to burn inside of him, remembering that his genetic code was changed so he could not drink blood.

Amunet kept her wrist up against his mouth, knowing he was wanting to get it out of his system, but this was not normal for a vampire. Amunet knew that she had to force the blood into his system somehow, and this was what she thought of first. "You have to drink it and get used to it!"Amunet told him in a calm voice, yet very demanding.

Kage's eyes changed to glowing white, they started to hurt, the blood that entered his system was hurting him. *Damn! The curse! It's...* He thought about it while he could not move his body.

Amunet moved away from him, watching his actions very closely. "I'm sorry, but it just was not normal for you to not have blood from anyone else."Amunet told him as she watched him.

Kage endured the pain as the blood that Amunet gave him was exiting out of his palms and onto the ground. He started to breath slowly as his eyes were still glowing, he looks down at the ground.

Amunet watched him closely, wondering if he was going to do anything to her for doing that to him.

Kage moved his look up at the sky, as his eyes were still glowing, he moved his hands on his head. *Never did like blood...* He speaks with a soft voice.

Amunet walked to him, grabbing his arms gently and lifting him up to his feet as well as made him look at her. "I will make sure that you will like blood, and thirst for it. Now come, I will take you to my home so we can talk."Amunet told him as she gently pulled him to the direction to her home.

Kage could not say no... He could barely speak with all the pain he endured. His eyes slowly stopping to glow, he looks at Amunet then at the sky above.

[Amunet and Kage both have left the topic]

Soft footfalls echoed ominously through the dark alleyways as the frightened young neko ran, the soles of her feet slapping quietly against the cold stone. Her breath came out in short, desperate gasps--wintry ghosts in the shadowy air. She had shut her eyes long ago, running by the sheer feel of the stone under her feet; every once in awhile she would stumble, but she never fell. Brilliant crimson blood dripped slowly from her hand, leaving a small marker around every hundred steps or so she took, for the shallow cut bled slowly.
I don't hear him, she thought gratefully, but that doesn't mean he's not there still!
With her shoes tucked under her arm, she didn't know how long she'd been running from the clock tower, or how long she'd been bleeding. It must have been at least half an hour, though; she was growing dizzy and light headed. On and on she ran until at last she tripped over some obstacle on the ground--a box, a bottle, a can?--and fell with a sharp gasp. Muffling her yelp, she winced and rolled, sitting up slowly from the stone ground. It had been fortunate, she supposed, that she tripped when she did, for as she looked upwards, she saw that there was a dead-end to the alley she'd run into just a foot or so away. As she sat up, she winced again, having scraped her arm as she fell. Her small chest heaved with every breath, her muscles shaking, and she found herself, at last, unable to go on. Hanging her head, she put her hands in her lap and bent forward a little to breath deeply.
"M-maybe," she whispered to herself, "m-maybe I did lose him...Either way...I-I can't go on any longer...I've run as fast and as far as I can..."

*silently steps from the dead-end wall behind her, shimmering in its liquid for before it returns to its original solid state*
FEAST.
*clamps a hand around her mouth to muffle any sounds, before bending down and sinking his teeth into her throat, allowing the crimson nectar within to flow out*

The moment a cold hand touched her lips, Josephine let out a muffled squeal which slowly faded into a submissive mewl as sharp pain pricked her neck. Her sudden struggles subsided into feeble wriggles, then into stillness; her frantic breathing fell shallow and slow. There was something in the young man’s bite which soothed her terror—perhaps a natural adaptation which would allow such perfect predators as he was to better assuage the struggles of their prey.
No…I didn’t outrun him, I suppose…
Feeling her blood seep out from the two miniscule wounds on her throat, she found her limbs and eyelids growing heavy. Whatever resistance might have once been there was now fading away like sand under an ebbing tide. As her eyes slipped closed upon the black expanse that swam before them, she gave a soft sigh, and lay perfectly still in his arms. She had fallen asleep!

*detaches himself from her neck as his blood-lust is slaked, and sentience once again returns to him*
Now where am I...
*his swimming vision focuses on the now prone body in front of him*
NO!
*pulls the body close to him as if his body's warmth could revive her*
I'm sorry that you had the misfortune to cross my path, little one.

As a result of the lack of blood flowing through her system, Josephine's sleep was light and her dreams, if they had even been, were obscure. Again, she found herself wandering aimlessly through a misty grey expanse. Her movements were sluggish, and she felt congested; it was hard to breathe. For an indeterminate amount of time—perhaps an hour, perhaps only a few minutes—was she able to rest before she was disturbed by the movement of her body, induced by some external force.
“Mew…,” she awoke with a quiet sound, a soft mew, and shifted halfheartedly, though without the strength to accomplish any real movement.
Blinking to clear her bleary vision, she rested her hand on one of the arms which encircled her and stretched lackadaisically, laying her head at last against the firm muscles supporting her petite form. Half asleep and half awake, still groggy from her blood loss, she silently gazed at her surroundings, no longer moving. At last, she lolled her head back against the chest of the stranger who held her, only half seeing who it was.
“Ah…,” she yawned softly, blinking slowly, “What…happened…?”