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"Please....no I wish you hadn't have done that" he said with a little cry, as the scars returned on his chest, this time twice as big. "My...uhh! first master..." he said, breathing heavily, this experence was extremely painful "Was an Angel......OH! When I left, he put a curse on m....me" he groaned

Davix grinned, licking his fangs, "I could use a....bite to eat" he said with an even wider grin, "And if your lucky, you'll see how The Crimson Reaper works, first hand" he added with a huge laugh

"Its...oh! ok" he said with another little whimper, "You...AHH! didn't know" he added, his back arching in pain as the scar steadily widened, "Damn....that ARG!"

"Just...it's OH! I'm ok....it takes ti...ti..tiME!!!" he cried, as the scars stopped widening and began to bleed, "Oh!!! I...I'm sorry...so...so SORRY!" he cried in pain

"S-Salem!" He grabbed the other vampire's hand, holding it securely. "It's ok, I'm here...I'm the one who's sorry, sweetie..." He whispered, making sure his tears didn't land on Salem's wounds. "Hang in there.." He wrapped more of his torn shirt around his wounds, trying to staunch the bleeding.

Lestad looked away. "I'm so sorry...you have every right to be upset with me...if you want, you can leave." In the process of all these events, both crystal glasses of wine toppled over and crashed onto the floor, spilling their contents everywhere. Lestad had tred upon these glass shards many times, to get the shirt, coming back, trying to get his balance in the spilt wine...His feet were a bloody mess, but at the moment, he didn't care.

"No thanks....I'll take my own" he said, walking across the parking lot until he came upon a ventige 1981 Honda Verago 250CC, putting his custom helmet on, the one that made it look like he had no head, only a skull, he reved the engine and pulled up beside Sakuya, "I'll follow your lead" he said to him, sending the message directly to his mind


"I...smell blood....your blood" Salem said, pulling out a piece of cloth, "Let me clean it" he said, trying to roll over, but he let out a shrill cry as his tender scars made contact with the bed

Lestad shook his head. "Don't worry about me, it's fine, I don't care. Stay still." He ran his fingers through Salem's hair. "You've been through more than enough pain..." Below them, Lestad's dark red blood was mixing with the purple-red of the wine. It was an odd mix, like the kind made when oil was added to water. The wine had also entered his wounds, making the pain even worse. However, no pain entered his face as he carefully watched and cared for Salem.

OOC:This would probably be a good time to introduce my character... Do de do de do. whee

OC: Xane, erm... I mean Ash was already situated inside the Tavern.
He just sat there, his raven locks flowing freely at his back, his drink untouched.
Lavender eyes turning into a deep shade of purple as morbid thoughts crossed his brain.
"You, okay Ash?" The bartender asked, looking at his untouched drink, "You hadn't even taken a sip all the time you've been here."
"So it would appear." Ash commented, his voice low and smooth as velvet.

Ash Knight, an infamous slayer amoungst the human kind. The women were drawn in with his rugged nature and his all round good looks (they obviously don't know of his preference, but he hasn't taken the time to enlighten them), while the men were facinated and admired, from a far of course.
Ash just wasn't the kind of person you'd want to hang around with.

He was quite the attractive man, so say the least. With well chisled features, dark lashes framed enchanting purple orbs, fair skin as seemed as pale as the moon.
Why, he actually looked like a vampire.
How ironic that he, in fact, hunts them.
The only marred features on Ash is the rather gruesome looking scars that encircled his neck and his wrists, when he was bound and chained in his youth.
But then he conceals those memorable scars with a leather choker and a few bands on his wrists.

And he was tall, he stood six feet and had a rather slender body. Dark hues clad his form, with dark pants that accentuated the parts that mattered, with a semi-fitting olive green button down, rolled up to his elbows.
This was his casual wear.

Ash leaned forward, his elbow perched onto the counter as he long, fingers played with the rim of his glass of brandy. His long hair draped over his side like a water fall of midnight.
He certainly was a sight to see.
He looks almost... Feminine.
But the aura that surrounds him is another story entirely.