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[SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY]

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It was certainly something that wasn't worth gloating for (not that he did such a thing), and he wondered if his actions was worth the trouble he would go through. It was already starting to buzz in the back of her mind- the way she spoke, the way she looked, acted- how she was so ready to die, not without a fight- and yet didn't move away when he had reached out to her. She was a walking mystery, perhaps because he never really socialized with anyone else but a few, but that had never bothered him before. He never had given any sort of sympathy about those around him, lacking emotions of love and care, lacking interest in the best interest of those around him. She could have died under him, screaming, her fingers clawing his skin, and he wouldn't have been bothered. But she was weak, having be tired and exhausted from the aimless travel of not knowing where she was going. If he wanted to take his prey, he wanted them fresh, willing to fight back, he wanted them to be aware of the moment he claimed them as his. Stepping out into the light, away from the forest, he swiftly made his way over to the unholy hills, the same hills that he had given into calling his home- the only place where he belonged. A dark, unreadable expression clung on his face as he moved at an impossibly fast speed- too fast to be anything other then a vampire. It was what he was, and vampire lives like vampires were supposed to. And he knew that though he had allowed her to slip away, it didn't matter- because he was going to have her. He could almost see how it would all end-her slim frame pressed against his, his arms circled around her waist, an iron grip keeping her from moving or running, his lips searching for that sweet spot that would make her gasp, could it be near her collarbone? The sensitive part under her ear? Right at the pulse point that he used to direct and force of the flow of her blood? It would make her gasp, or arch her back against him; her body reacting under his actions without her control nor her consent. He could tell back in the forest she was intrigued by him- a simple move like touching her didn't scare her away, and that was how it all started, how it is the beginning of their game. He could imagine his tongue sweeping over that one spot, his lips closing to press against it in one last, light kiss just before his lips parted and his teeth sank into her skin, the thick liquid of her blood rushing into his mouth. Those pretty lips of hers, would she scream? Cry? Gasp? Would she struggle until her last breath? Or stand there, limp against him and his dominate attitude? Details. Stopping as he looked at the entrance of the catacombs, he paused for a moment, tilting his head to the side in a pensive manner before he finally shook his head and moved forward- his destination already clear in his mind. Since this (still) nameless elf had rightfully robbed him of a meal, it was only fitting that he just could head over to the blood bar and order something. It was true that he found the chase interesting and therefore rarely ever showed his face at the bar, desperate times calls for desperate measures; to lose two games in one night was a big one for Savan, and he didn't plan on breaking that record again and make it three- all in one night. That would be utterly regrettable and an embarrassment. Had he had any friends, what would they say? Navigating through the passages of the catacombs, he looked up at the night silently, his matted hair following the small breeze that had managed to make its way through the dark tunnels and thick walls. He tossed his black and white locks back behind his shoulders as he pulled the cloak tighter around his shoulders, fixing the neckline that was still almost slipping off his thin frame as he moved, the dirty and frayed ends of the fabric rustling, painfully announcing his presence as he walked. The old vampire slowed his pace, turning it into an abnormally leisurely stroll as he trailed down the familiar passageways that led to the bar. Every direction, turn and dead end was seared into his head- every bar and home that were in the catacombs was noted down with precision in the vampire's head. It seemed that he wasn't even giving it a second thought as he moved forward, his feet taking him to where he wanted to go- but his heart nor mind seemed to be there to make sure that it was right. It wasn't until he slowed and stopped in front of a wooden door, the smell of blood leaking heavily through the wood did he realize that he had already made it to his destination- the time between completely lost to him. He narrowed his eyes, and with the most faintest of sighs, pushed the door open and stepped inside, defly making his way to the vampire running the bar and sitting himself down. If anyone was curious about his preference, he would always reply that elf blood was his first choice. It was just something about it- drinking the blood of a race that, too, was immortal that he found himself drawn into. It goes without saying, the owner had met Savan once or twice, having done business with the elder vampire, and had already knew that he was going to order even before he could part his plush lips and tell him. 'One elf blood, comin' up, Savan' he drawled with a grin. Savan blinked back for a moment, silent before he rapped his knuckles against the wood of the surface. 'No,' he said quietly. 'Make that human blood.' With a sigh, he leaned forward and stared ahead, his tongue slowly running over his bottom lip. After a while, a smirk curled over his lips, his eyes darkening at the same time. No, he won't drink elf blood- the next elf blood that would ever touch his lips would be hers, that young, brave, and half dim-witted one from the forest. Savan was going to make sure of that. She'll come back for her demise, having left so suddenly, and when she does, he'll be waiting. With a chuckle as the cup slid into his waiting hands, he lifted it and took a drink- no, it would be fun, a game- he was calling for her, and he was sure, with her curiosity, she would return. Perhaps not for a while due to the solstice festivities, but she would. notes:: - - - words:: 1 2 2 8 tagged:: c l o s e

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