Fur and Fangs

[Brokenhearts]

(evry1 wants 2 kill me )

no 1 was letting her out. at least not that night. it put her in a foul mood. she wanted to face those werewolves again. have a little more fun. even if it meant she got killed. she was half gttin sick of that regulated life anyway. she wasn't sucidel- anything but! she just didnt care if she lived or died. it made no difference. she had died a while ago, her body there was just liguering for endless centuries.

she had seen alot in her life time. empires raise, empires fall, the start of wars, the bleak ends too... and not all of them human. she was by no means the oldest vampire there, along with her little sister. but bcoz of her age, she was far more respectd than she perhaps should have. and many knew her... @ least by name.

and now, she was trapped in a house, treated like a newly turned. she didn't like it. no- she HATED it! sitting there, smiling demurely. she wanted out... she wanted danger... she wanted death.

[Jayda]

(aw, it's nothing personal...I know a way to get your charrie mad ;D Can Kit kill her sister?)

[Brokenhearts]

(all rite bt thts REALLY going 2 piss her off!!!!!)

[Jayda]

(That's the idea! Makes for even more drama! If you really don't want me to, I won't.)

[Brokenhearts]

(go luky shout box )

[Jayda]

After depositing the kid with Ryan for babysitting duties, Kit transformed into full wolf mode for speed and took off for the vampire's 'side' of town. There was bound to be some patrols on the outskirts to kill...And if he got into trouble, well, what was the big loss? He was easily replaced, and it's not like there was much to live for anyways.

He snapped at a stray dog as he passed, sending the animal into a terrified frenzy, but he didn't feast on it. He didn't like household pets. He barely liked raw meat at all.

His head came up and he let out a low growl as he caught the unmistakable scent of vampires, not too far off. Three, maybe four. One female, the rest male. Somebody important, maybe...He let out a long howl and jumped joyfully as his heart began pumping furiously at the thought of a nice, long battle.

[Brokenhearts]

"Rana," pleaded Sasha, "don't be so stubborn, James nee-"

"James James James! that's all i hear!" she half screamed, grabbed at the materiel of her gauzey ball gown. though it was light, and felt like it was barely there! felt naked. "i'm sick of it!" she colaposed onto the floor, cross legged. "i want like life back sasha... i want... i want it to be me who says wat goes... not for everyone else... just for me! i miss that." Sasha came and sat next to her, laying her head on her sisters shoulder.

"i no Rana... I know..."

"can't it just be me and you again... and just the odd fellow vampire we pick up... us travelling the world like we did... seeing the world... doing wat we want..."

"being free?"

"yeah..."

Rana put her arms round her sister, and put her chin on her head. "remember? wen we found raoul and erick? how much fun we had? how much freedom we had?"

"yeah... that was amazing..." she looked up, their grey green eyes locked. "we can do that again. just not yet. we'll deal with these french people, then we'll go travelling. i promise."

rana chuckled. "sometimes its like ur mi big sister."

"i act like it." sasha shrugged.

"love you sasha..."

"love you rana..." they smiled at each other. "now i'll go down and entertain the guests... keep james quiet." sasha winked at her big sister.

"keep safe kiddo," called rana, smirking at her sister.

"i always am," sasha's grin was cheeky as she shut the door.

[Jayda]

Just as Kit prepared to attack the larger group, he smelled another heading directly his way- straight into his path. She was alone, someone important...He always did love high-end people, he thought fondly.

He normally would've went ahead with the larger group first, as the more vamps dead the better, but she smelled so nice...Tantalizing...

With a snarl, he turned away from his original prey and bounded away towards the newcomer. About three yards from her, he transformed into his normal human form- killing was always sweeter when he truly knew what was going on- and silently pulled his swords from their sheaths. Twirling one, he walked casually towards her.

[Brokenhearts]

Sasha sighed. Rana was right. they were prisoners in their own home. it wasn't right. they needed 2 b free. they werent that sort of vampire... they weren't 'house trained' like james or lousie were. their life was one that was constantly on the go... or was untill about 2 centuries before. wen they came across the house... got taken in and looked after... they were only going to stay a decade- then move on.

there was a chill in the air as she walked, her mind lost in thort.

a figured appeared before her. bluky and tall... taller than her at least.

she looked up and gulped. she knew she had no chance of surviving this... not with out help.

as she said "hello wolf" quite calmly, her mind scream 'RANA HELP! WOLF!'.

[Jayda]

Kit knew full well about the vamps' ability to communicate with each other. "Not enough to save you, honey," he murmured. "You're just bringing more to die." He casually strolled up to her and just as easily decapitated her, splattering blood all over the wall and himself.

He looked down at his ruined clothes in disgust. He had never managed to spill blood on himself before! Gross...

Well, he would just to replace his clothes. That was easy enough.

He looked over to see her separated head staring wide-eyed at him. He hadn't realized she looked that young. Vampire, he reminded himself. They've lived longer than you. It didn't really stop him from feeling slightly guilty, something he had never felt before and an emotion that scared him more than any vampire.

[Brokenhearts]

quite litterally a few moments later Rana was there, her gauzey, practically see through dress fluttering around her legs. she let out a strangled cry, colapsing to the floor seeing the head away from the body. her cry wasn't quite human, but very close. "sasha..." she whispered, red tears seeping from her eyes, "sasha! SASHA!" she screamed again. she looked up, seeing a very familliar face.

"i know you," she murmered, not meaning to sound accusing, "i know you..." she wanted to lash out at him, rip his throat out, kill him for wat he did to sasha. but she couldn't. instead, she bent her head, chocking and crying, the bloody tears hitting the pavement with tiny splashes. she suddenly didnt care if he killed her. just then- she rather be dust than carry on with out her sister... it was like loosing half of herself... half of her mind.

[Jayda]

Kit almost warily lifted one sword to kill her as well- and then stopped. He kept a tight grip, but he put it back down to his side. He couldn't kill anyone, even a bloodsucker, when they were in this state.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, though he wasn't quite sure what he was sorry for. It was natural, wasn't it? Werewolves and vampires kill each other. That's what his entire world revolved around. So why did he feel so sick when seeing the girl so broken over the loss of the other? Why couldn't his arm move?

Kill her! his head screamed, but his heart flatly said No.

He opened his mouth to talk, closed it, opened it again- and turned around to flee.

[Brokenhearts]

"don't lie," she whispered, back, "you not sorry..." she gulped down her tears, her sobbs stopped, but they still coarsed down her face fast. she couldn't stop it. "just kill me... kill me and be done with it. if you don't, you know i'll just kill you!" that was an empty threat and she knew it. she couldn't kill anyone... not then.

[Jayda]

Kit stopped and looked over his shoulder. "I can't kill you like that," he murmured hoarsely. "It isn't right. But the next time we meet...It will be different. Be sure of that."

It was the most he had said in a long time. He shapeshifted into full wolf form and bounded away, howling at the moon, unafraid of any other vamps. He could outrun them, he was sure of it.

When he arrived back at the station where the wolf side made their home, he was glad for the absense of most of the others. He didn't want them to see him like this, all emotional and stuff, especially over a stupid vamp. He curled in on himself in his usual sleeping spot, but wasn't able to rest.

[Brokenhearts]

"why cant you kill me now..." she chocked after his disappearing form. whiping her tears away forcefully, she looked at her sisters shocked head and stubbled to her feet only to puke back up all the blood she had drunk for that day. she felt sick and wrong. it was her that was meant to have died first... not sasha... sasha was stronger. she wouldnt go killing everything in her pathy... she would take it in her stride... knowing that rana wanted to be killed that way. sasha was meant to live and lead the vampires... not be killed by some... wolf!

soon other followed, sensing something was wrong. rana was still crying watching her sisters mutilated body, seemed to half hope it would mend it's self, and she would come bouncing back saying "silly rana- u fall for everything!" but it wasnt going happen.

Raoul, simply picked Rana up and told one of the other vampires, a male, to get the body, and put it some where safe and respectful. they'd do something about it later. probably burn her as usual, but not yet. not till Rana was ready. he could see his little friend was falling appart and there was no way to stop it. it would be a very long time before she stoppd hurting, and she would never forgive the killers. he knew that bettr than anyone.

in her mind Rana kept replying the scene over and over. and the same questions kept coming up. why did that wolf look so... so sorry? was that a trick?! it cant have been... wolves never liked showing emotions... he eveidently had no control... so why;d he look so... so... she couldn't place it! and why didnt he kill her? get rid of her like a normal wolf! they all got rid of the enemy... no matter wat state they were in. it made no SENSE!

"Rana?" whispered Raoul, "can you get changed."

"sasha would help me," she murmered, knowing she sounded pathetic, that only made it worse.

Raoul stroked her hair soothingly, placing her on her bad, gently. he removed her shoes as she sat there staring straight ahead blankly.

"we were going to leave... we were going to travel again..." her voice was chocked, "no more of the house... no more of this rediculous fighting... no more politics... i cant take this... she wasn't meant to die..."

"she was already dead..."

"no she wasn't... she was more alive than any of us... and now she's g-" she stopped herself, and looked at Raoul. "stay with me," she whispered at him, holding out her hand to him.

"i dont think james would like it..." said raoul carefully, taking her hand coming closer.

"i dont care what james wants... right now i just want you... i just want a friend... please?"

raoul looked at her and smiled. he kicked off his shoes and came to sit next to her pulling her close. "i'm right here, i'm not going anywhere. i promise."

"sasha said that..." mumbled rana, closing her eyes, leaning against him, breathing in his scent, "look at happened to her..."