The Bloodlust

[Adventure_Time_Junkie]

Amy was and average human teen, she partied a lot. her mother was used to her being gone for days on end.

one night as she was staggering around for a place to stay , she spots a young girl with blue hair and green eyes. the girl walks into a bar. Amy, coming to her senses follows to see if the girl is ok. as she walks in the bar everything felt cold and hollow even though many people were there. then she spots the little blue haired girl and asks if she is all right.

[Myalin Sentinal]

"Evil never looked.."

Myalin turned around to see a young human girl. She raised an eyebrow slightly and looked at the girl questionably. This wasn't the first time she was asked by an "older" human whether or not she was okay. After all seeing a child walk around by herself at night usually raises some questions. Myalin smiled sweetly. It had been a long time since she got to play with another human being so she was gonna have a lot of fun with this one.

" Oh yes, I am fine.. but I do have to ask what a person like yourself is doing in a place like this... i mean haven't you heard the rumors?" Myalin asked innocently.. She looked up at Amy with her big, bright green eyes.. Myalin was always the mischief maker... she never meant to cause any real harm, she just love to mess with people and scare them

"so innocent!"

[Adventure_Time_Junkie]

Amy looking questionably at the girl said, no i have not , what are they?

[Wolfe Whitehorn]

Following recent events Wolfe made his way into the bar proper, his eyes casting a dark gaze around the inhabitants, glowing red against the darkness outside. Once within the doorway he turned only enough to grab the door handle and swing it shut, before looking directly to the young girl who stood but a few feet from Myalin. His eyebrow quirked a bit as he took in her scent from across the room.

"Mortal..." He whispered to himself as he made his way over to the corner that housed the semi-stage and grabbed his acoustic guitar, throwing himself down in the seat as he began to play absentmindedly.

Every now and again he would cast the mortal woman a furtive glance before looking back down to his guitar.

[Adventure_Time_Junkie]

Amy saw the guitarist, a handsome man, and she felt his hollow gaze on her. she noticed everyone suddenly becoming aware of her as if the could smell her. she started looking around, they all were pale, it was very cold as if they were outside. they looked hungrily at her. she wanted to leave but many were blocking the door.

[Wolfe Whitehorn]

The centuries old vampire raised an eyebrow at the woman, then to the doorframe she seemed to be idolizing so much. She seemed as if she were going to hyperventilate, yet her mind was clouded and he could not pry easily into it without attempting to, and as such he found it against his interest to do so. She seemed to think that something was stopping her, that if she tried to leave one of the people here would stop her. That the place was entirely filled with vampires wanting to kill her and take her blood for their own, however there was one odd vestige to add to that.

The Bloodlust was, for all intents and purposes, quite empty. Only a few old souls langered in currently, Myalin, Wolfe, perhaps even Blaze and Ivan could be accounted for in the mess, but beyond them and a few astringents sitting in their booths or an odd being at the bar, no one else would even be standing in her way. The vampire instead just chuckled lightly and returned to his stringing and plucking of the guitar, speaking in a voice as soft as silk or velvet.

"The doors here are unlocked, your flesh isn't that appealing to one as old as me, and there's naught a creature here to stop you if you decided to go back out that door. The only rule I have is don't bring trouble back to us, little one. If you bring ruination upon my friends or this bar I bring it back upon you, avenged sevenfold." The vampire whispered, his tone carrying over to her even through the distance.

"Or you can take a seat and enjoy your stay, I just find it odd that a mortal comes here, no gifts, no powers, and obviously no idea what she's meandered into."

[Shaizard]

A carcass that fell from the sky.

Hitting the ground with a sickening crunch. A corpse that came form nowhere and shattered upon impact sending blood splatters in a wide radius. A silence followed and persisted for a few seconds before there was a wet choking sound that came from the mass. An appendix broke from the mass, bloodied fingers curling into the ground and started to drag the corpse behind it before a second appendage escape the wreckage. Another crack as bones broke in order to reform correctly and then a gurgled scream pierced the night sky as a spine violently snapped backwards. Fingers rose to snap a lower jaw back into place, then fell to the side as the form convulsed and was thrown upon its back. Blood and muscle restitched upon the skeletal frame and still the mass screamed in agony. Over muscle slowly developed skin, skin that was pulled tight at first before fat fleshed out the frame of the young woman.

Still she writhed.
Still she screamed.

Nails digging into her exposed skin as though she wanted to rip the newly formed flesh from her bones and revert back to that dead thing. Shaking, shuddering, blood choking her as her esophagus and trachea reformed. It was then that she rolled back upon her stomach and vomited up the blood and viscera that had invaded her wrecked lungs, only now to be expelled in a chance to reach a sense of correctness. As correct as a newly revitalized corpse could be, a corpse that no longer knew her name nor her own 'existense.'

Little did she know that she was a lamb. A sacrifice to someone else, something else that didn't know it was being watched and in a sense, worshipped. Twisted gods upon corrupt thrones, playing their games, rolling their die in order to see what should happen next. Whispers along the streets, cat calls that called to flesh. Flesh that was newly formed and ready to be consumed.

When all was said and done. The woman appeared whole despite her frantic sobbing and the way she clawed at her chest as though she wanted to break through her ribs and sternum to clutch at her rapidly beating heart. A heart that was pumping blood so fast that she could feel each violent contraction of each chamber of her heart as her body came back 'online. A perfect woman, young and full of vitality even though that vitality was in panic at the moment.

[dfrnt luv]

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[Adventure_Time_Junkie]

holy crap talk2hand

[Wolfe Whitehorn]

OoC: Aww, Sha you scared another one away before I had a reason to make Wolfe go twisted on them...

[Shaizard]

[ She never said she was scared off (o no) ]

[Adventure_Time_Junkie]

what, im not scared off.. it was just pretty cool you know all that blood and gore.

[Ivan Von Gaunt]

(( I may have to start putting Ivan's and Malice's responses in a single post... Any objections? ))

[Myalin Sentinal]

Myalin smiled as she took a seat at one of the nearby tables.. her little legs swung back and forth seeing as though they were not long enough to touch the ground. She sat and watched everyone, it was nice coming back after so long. This place was like a second home to her. Myalin played with the ears of her kitty plushie.

[Ivan Von Gaunt]

Ivan had followed Blaze into the bar, ducking down under the archway and striding inside. The bar had some patrons on this day, sending feelings of both happiness and apprehension through him. The presence of others warmed his old soul, but the Bloodlust also occasionally attracted rather unsavory beings who only make the trip to the little bar to cause trouble. He cast his eyes over each face that was around him as he quietly leaned the Burden of Sorrow against the back of his over sized armchair.

Blaze, battered and bruised much like himself. A proud wolf resting at his side.

Wolfe the Ancient, strumming idly on his instrument and staring thoughtfully off into empty air.

A beautiful woman, whose rather violent appearance he had missed by only seconds.

A young girl, with big eyes that sparkled like jewels. Ivan could tell that she was much older than she seemed.

A second girl, this one seemingly mortal, that he had never met before. He kept his unwavering gaze upon her, the haunting grey eyes lingering on her form for a moment as he decided that she was not a threat to his friends before he turned and knelt before his small fireplace. He placed a small log inside, along with some kindling and smaller pieces. With a small match, he lit the tiny fire and blew upon the newborn flames gently. The Fallen Saint watched patiently as the fire grew and, once he was satisfied that the flames would catch, stood and lowered himself slowly into his chair. He winced a bit as he took the weight off of his right leg and left arm.

With a long, deep sigh, his eyelids drooped. The half closed grey hues peering into the flames as he hummed an old melody from his land, a lullaby of sorts. His deep, sonorous humming filled the air, instilling a sense of calm and safety. It would warm the hearts and pacify the doubts and misgivings of all who cared to listen.

The humming blended elegantly with the sound of Wolfe's own quiet music. He began to sing softly, more to himself than anyone else as the hollow gaze looked deeper and deeper into the dancing flames.

"An old man by a seashore, at the end of day, gazes the horizon with sea winds in his face..." he sang in a low tone, casting a glance at the door. Where was Namea? He felt the presence of Malice outside, felt disdain and contempt welling up in his brother's heart. The Fallen Saint's grip on the arm of his chair tightened a bit. He might not be able to rest just yet. He would not allow himself to be riled up at the mere presence of the abomination, however, and continued to sing. There were more people inside that needed to be safeguarded, and if the situation presented itself, he was sure that Namea would be able to evade the Sin.

"This is for long-forgotten light at the end of the world; horizon crying the tears he left behind long ago..."