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Nanji watched as all went on, her eyes wide and contemplative as she was lifted and dropped unceremoniously on the bed beside Sariel. The book was lying in the corner, some of its pages now creased funny at the edges, a real pity for a book as beautiful as that. Her gaze flickered between Arcus and Sariel; time seeming to stand still as both began to breathe heavily, the eerie silence shattered by the voice now echoing through the bar.

“You should make them go away… I don’t like you; I don’t like that book any more… I…” The sentence was cut off as it tried to push its way through her rose tinted lips, her ears catching sound of something soft; a warm rustling coming from the corner. The pages of the book were flapping all too quickly, as if it were outside on a windy day; however there was no wind in the small room… Nanji’s eyes grew wider then before, her breath caught in her throat as she looked to the corner of the room; a large pair of arms slowly edging their way from the paper prison.

A sudden look of panic washed over her, her eyes shutting tightly as she realized what was about to come… There would be no sweet vampiric creature, no dark haired maiden or the warmth of the garden described in the story; this time there would be the wolf his cold brown eyes filled with hunger and desire, the taste for blood already lingering on his lips. Nanji pulled the covers over her head with a small and panicked cry, acting as if this whole situation would be ended as easily as a bad dream, acting as if it would go away if it was out of her line of sight. Her whole body seemed to shake as she listened to what was going on outside the blankets, her mind racing with a certain paranoia, the certain knowledge that the story might indeed repeat itself; The princess in the story would be spared this evening, perhaps it would be Nanjis own flesh and blood that would replace hers…

((Ahh, the amazing effects of caffine on my brain, turns an avid one-liner into a female with a brain Xp.))

Hikaru swiftly entered, practically running. He immediately began to notice the power leaking from the upper areas of the bar. He seemingly leaped with each step, displaying an amazing amount of grace and control. In only a few seconds he was already halfway up the staircase, And even quicker to the door. He could now sense it...

And he shuddered. Something was crawling through, and he could feel it, all the sin. the other people gave off normal, maybe slightly elevated levels of it, but the ones from the thing coming through were strong enough to display them to Hikaru, to let him see all of the taint that this vile thing was. And then, Hikaru did something odd.

He smiled.

He put his palm over the door handle and lock. It would be easier this way, to trap it all, and kill what comes out. He concocted a small spell, just something that filled the latch and doorknob mechanism with a plant, which made vines and tendrils almost immediately, and then became swollen and hard, and woody within a matter of three seconds.

He decided to take a closer look, and cast a quick sense aura. Then, oddly...

"Arcus?"

((The posting order shall now go as such: Sariel, Ebil, Teardrops, Arcus, me, Jester.))

The room went quiet for a little while and slowly she peeked her head out of the covers, her wide eyes eagerly glimpsing the creature now wrapped about Sariel; his voice a warm purr, flowing with some accent or another. He was almost stunning, the way he spoke of the story making it seem as if he were speaking of a fairytale. Quickly he spun around and she watched him come closer, something about the creature was keeping her pinned, something in his dark eyes.

With a small whimper she watched as he knelt beside her, his hand disappearing for a moment and a long, smooth knife slipping into the bed beside her. There was no sound that escaped her open mouth, more of a small shiver that was sent down her spine. ‘An offering?’ The sound of those words ran repeatedly through her head, the very though of such a thing bringing small droplets of tears to her eyes.

((Sorry love, I was on a trip... From now on though I think Sariel is going to write my posts <3))

Hikaru stepped away from the door to look at Jester. Good thing too, because the door fell only four inches away from his foot. Hikaru's head twisted to the side, and looked at both of them, with a pause. He shook his head, and looked Arcus right in the eye.

"Ah, the blood traitor. Tell me, mother ********, been having fun?"

At this point, it appeared that Hikaru's entire face twitched, as the scimitar unsheathed itself with impressive speed, and entirely on it's own accord. The tip of the beautiful blade pointed itself at Arcus's heart, but stayed at bay now.
Hikaru began spitting words again, the sword slowly swaying up and down.

"As much as I would love to skewer you, if you cooperate I'll leave you and all of your friends without any scathe. Help me get that book, and the church will forget you."

Ah yes, the book. One of the more powerful items floating around in the universe, and quite possibly the most interesting. A few pieces of Hikaru cringed at the thought of it getting into the churches hands. However, he had his justifications for it all, and seemingly god agreed. He had not cut Hikaru loose yet.

Sariel managed to suppress a snarl when the creature touched him, his eyes glowing a rather violent shade of mahogany for the briefest of moments.

“Arousing a newborn tale, is that why haven’t I met you before?”

His voice was low as he watched the creature near Nanji, the knife in the mattress a most unappealing sight when bloodlust was coursing over the tip of his tongue. Arcus quickly disappeared after that so the three were alone that very thought sending a shiver down the man’s spine. Rather quickly he made his way over to Nanji’s side, his hands plucking her from the mattress with reflexive speed and a low growl pressing from his cherubic features. This creature could not be human; this creature has a slight purr to his voice making him suspect some sort of feline, a coy detachment from some other kin.

“You best watch yourself, I am not in the mood to play games when it comes to Nanji.”

It would seem as though the creature really cared for the girl he now held in his hands, his eyes shifting lazily from obsidian to violent shades of red; he was no longer a creation, he was his own being. With slow deliberate steps he easily turned away from the creature at the bedside, his back turned and his breathing slow and forced; such trivial human tendencies.

Sariel felt the blades dig deep into his soft flesh and for a moment the room was silent, all was silent as he dropped to his knees, all was silent as he felt Nanji roll from his arms and hit the ground below. The wolf’s second strike would not connect; instead he would fall to his side, his eyes still closed and his body incredibly still. The paper bound mortal was no more. With a soft gasp Sariel opened his eyes and a wide smile flitted across his lips, a look of sheer bliss in his eyes, and a dark black trail beginning to pool around his body. There was nothing more then this, no words, no movement, just a simple and tidy defeat.

With in moments he began to fade, the blackened ink now pouring from his body touching but a single page of the tattered book beside him; slowly absorbing the liquid into long parched pages, pages thirsty to create a new fairytale, something to take the wolf’s place… He would be locked into the real realms for an eternity.

In Sariel’s place there was now a hollowed shell, a small tattered page lying in place of the body that had occupied the space only moments before. Nanji would be alone now, her fears left to grow and her body left to the wolf; the only offering Sariel could give to save her.