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*Some how knowing she couldn't've gotten to far behind the creature, she heard another dagger cut through the air towards her. Feeling that it was either for her head or her feet, she stopped dead in her tracks and let her left hand feel out, slightly downwards towards her feet. Unsuccessful in catching it, she ended up bending down to pick it up, making herself volenerable to the /right/ people.*

Amature..

*Muttering beneath her breath, she seemed to believe that the creature was trying to hit her. With the dagger now in her hand she pressed forwards into a casual pace.*

Aithne snarled, but it soon turned into a smirk. So the girl was so insolent as to believe that she was actually trying to hit her. How foolish. As if she would have missed, but she needed to get that dagger back. This girl was obviously young; her foolishness went beyond her insolence as she allowed herself to become vulnerable, which would make it easy to catch her. This game had lost it's enjoyment.

Aithne snuck her fingers into the pouch once more, aiming and throwing it just in front of where the girl's foot was about to land, jumping down behind her so when she stepped back to avoid the dagger, Aithne swung her arm around to the front of the girl to clutch her throat. She leaned foward, muttering into the girl's ear dangerously.

"My dagger please?"

*Chuckles coldly, having felt the creature's presence closer than before. Hearing the voice, she allowed a smirking grin to cross her lips. In the moments of standing back straight, she had switched the daggers out, knowing that even she herself could make a mistake as foolish as to throw a dagger which could give her identity. A blade similar to the creature's was planted in a firm grip of her left hand. She cleared her throat against the creature's hand, knowing from experiance that the feeling is worse than guts falling from an animal or human alike. The hand and grip matched the voice: Feminine. Bringing her left elbow hard into the her capture's gut, she know it could send her off balance if she were not even the slighest bit unprepared. Keeping the dagger which posed as her capture's griped tight, she spoke clearly, as though she had nothing blocking her vocals at all; Her voice as calm as ever, and as cold as usal.*

"This is your dagger? I had no clue. Maybe if you wouldn't've handed it to me so freely, I might've thought of willingly giving it back."

*Hoping to irratate her, she continued on with her game. Reminding herself what she said before leaving: If not compainionship, then food. Even though the creature was feminine, and there did stand that chance that she was not even of the same race, she could not deny herself that open ability. Having chosen not to break herself free of the creature's grip, she played weak, trying to tense her body to further this attempt.*

*Heaved as sigh as though tired of the hold, though her mind wondered freely I wounder how pissed she would be if she knew she had lost her dagger for being foolish enough to grab me. Felling the girl loose her balance, even though it was for a moment, she felt a breif satisfation. Letting a shutter run down her spine as if she were human, her skin felt warm, as if a human's would when their body's tryed to warm them. Having to bear her unnaturally shaped incensors and canines to force herself to be tense.*

"Who said this was your dagger?"

*Wanting to continue her game, she grinned before she asked her next question deviously.*

"Also, if I were to escape your grip, what would you do?"

*Knowing fully well how to succeed in doing this without any complecations at all.*

*With the girl's last words, she felt a surge of satisfation run through her. The creature which held her wished for the game to end, though she wished to continue what the other had started. Knowing she is only hurting herself in doing this due to the thirst which thrives in her stomach.*

"If you wished to have kept it, you shouldn't have thrown it. Now, if you will excuse me, I have business to attend to."

*Though her last sentance was not fully true, she did wish to live more of the NY life before getting into a big /fight/. Clearing her mind, as her vampiric father had taught her thousands of years ago, she focused. A pain shot through her, though did not escape to allow her capture to feel this. Lucky for her, they were away from humans, and all she had to do, which was happening in these moments now is wait for the right wind. Once having this wind, her body turns to nothing but mear necklace which was dampend. Now being in that near ghostly, misty state, she wished at times she was never taught this, due to the pains. The wind speed picked up as a strong gust set it, thank /whomever/ for winter odditites. Her body being carried as a mist through the air, clothes, weapons, and all, except for the meaningless necklace which she wore as an accssory. Having been sent, due to weightlessness, by the wind nearly three miles away from the girl.*

Aithne snarled, cursing herself when the girl had vanished. 'Damn her!' She didn't know what to do first, her rage overpowering her. Not only had she now lost one of the last things left of her family, that girl now knew her name. Her family name at least, but it wouldn't be hard to track her down with only that. Aithne now had a worse problem then just losing a possession. She had just lost her safety.

She pulled out her old black peasents cap and pulled it on over her short raven hair, digging her hands into the pockets of her trenchcoat. This didn't look good. What had started out as a simple game to pass time was now dangerous. She had to find that girl and get her dagger back.

Aithne sighed, wondering where to go next. She didn't want to go after that girl alone. It was obvious that she could just as easily escape if it was just the two of them. But who could she ask for help? She really had no one who she could turn to. So this was how it was going to turn out; apparently vampyres really were solitary creatures. Who was she to break the mold?

The girl probably wouldn't just disappear. She was too cocky, too confident. She'd probably go and hunt, or have a drink. Something so she could flaunt the fact that she'd got away and she was confident she'd be able to again. People like that made Aithne sick, but it made them easy to find.

She went back and grabbed the other daggers she had thrown at the girl, putting them back in her pouch before taking out her gun and checking how many bullets she had. 8 silver nitrate bullets, one would be perfect if this girl was a lycan, but by her power she wasn't some mutt. She was either Tainted or a fellow vampyre, which put Aithne at a disadvantage, but she told herself not to be phased, putting her gun away and starting towards the city. It was going to be a long night.

*Rogue sat in the park, her hunger satisfied for the moment, she had taken around 15 lives tonight in hunting, drinking the blood of all.
Morning was coming soon...

She lit a cigarette and waited, her eyes loved to see the sun rise above the buildings and the light dancing across the trees.