Night Falls & Stars Shine (OPEN)

[Alek]

Alek just sighed at her, shaking his head and looking disappointed. "No appreciation for theatrics, how truly sad for you. This world is such a spectacle, no need to refuse to enjoy a bit of running commentary from someone as interesting as I am." His eyebrows rose, his look clearly challenging her as ever.

Her impatience showed through yet again, causing him to simply 'tsk' and wag his finger at her in reply. He wouldn't bother admonishing her again, he had far more important things to get to. Of course, she wasn't about to simply go along, it would seem, and continued to kept playing hard to get, trying to push his buttons by not following along with what he felt was nothing more than a simple motion. He rolled his eyes again.

"I'm sure you'd come much more easily when fingered in a far different manner," he said, boredom evident in his voice, as if he was only saying it because it was just so obviously left there to be said. He crossed the street again, opting to simply move to her and loop his arm around her, anyway, leading her across the street, instead. "You are so cute when you're stubborn," he remarked, only half-mockingly.

She saw the couple, and asked about how it should be done, but her second comment caused his eyes to light up. "Well won't this be fun, then? Let's see just how long we can make them last before that heart failure comes through, eh?" His hand jutted into his pocket and pulled out a razorblade, looking at it thoughtfully.

"I do hope you came prepared, I'm not sure I have enough to share."

[Kevala Katashi]

She would do well to hide her smirk, listening to his slightly mocking tone, listening as he tried to correct her, admonish her in some way. It was so cute. Though she kept that very plain look of boredom upon her own features, shrugging softly as she issued a small yawn, making sure to quickly stifle it with the back of her hand. "Yes well, I am afraid that I am far too tired of this world and the people in it to stop and ....What do they say? Smell the roses?" Another slight roll of her eyes as she held back another giggle.

I want to pinch his cheeks!

"I know right!? He is so cute!"

Listen to how he keeps trying to make us feel inferior...Positively adorable!

"It is like he truly doesn't realize I am the more superior one here!"

Hahahaha! Wait.....You don't think he is serious do you?

"Oh come on! Who the hell would be THAT stupid? Well save for the blond girls."

Yes, the blonds I hate those things.

A little nod given, drawing herself out of her own thoughts just to catch the tail end of his words as his arm snaked about her shoulders and tugged her forward. "Do all men have such dirty minds? I mean honestly, I say something completely harmless and you turn it into something naughty. Its disappointing really." She pursed her lips and would allow him to drag her across the street, her arms folding over her chest as she listened to him talk somewhat excitedly about the two playthings so deliciously set out before them.

"Oh fine. If it makes you that happy. Can't very well have you pouting, now can we. Delicate thing that you are and all." Shrugging once more as she slid from within his grasp, her head shifting from side to side and tongue slowly tracing along her lips. Her mind was in the game now, so anything else from here on out was the demons work, not her own. The crimson bleeding into her eyes a sign of such as she took a few steps toward the park's entrance.

[Alek]

"This is by far the best snark-fest I have ever gotten myself entrenched in, Kevala, please don't ever change. I see now why everyone at your little school seems to know no other way to speak but sarcastically."

That neutral tone making it hard to tell if he truly or ironically enjoyed such a thing, Alek continued to walk alongside her, letting her move free of him to close in on their prey. He watched the crimson seep into her eyes, a toothy grin sliding into place almost in unison with their change.

"Just you being here with me makes me happy enough, my dear, by all means, don't worry about me. By the way... I'm not speaking to same woman I was moments before, am I?" he asks, skulking along the shadows nearby. "At least, not exactly..." he smiled at her, staying in the dark, his clothes helping him blend in easily.

[Kevala Katashi]

She chuckled softly as she shook her head. "Far greater men have tried to change me, and none have managed thus far. Trust me when I say, I will always be me." A little grin shot his way, not really bringing up the topic of Gabriel, who had indeed altered her, if only a bit. She just let it go at that and moved on. Her eyes shifting back to the couple in front of them.

Slowly her eyes would close, drawing in a deep breath and taking in the scents and sounds around her. Little fingers tapping out some sort of rhythm along her thigh. It was hard to tell, but she was timing the sounds of their feed hitting the water as they tossed it out every so slowly to feed the fish. Drowning out everything else around her, she focused in on the faint sounds of their speaking, listening to them discuss something about their son....and how much they missed their daughter who they had not seen in so very long.

A slight smirk curling upon her lips as eyes opened once more, only to shift her crimson hues back to him as he spoke. "How very observant of you. What next? You going to pull a rabbit out of your hat?" A slight chuckle given as she would run her fingers through her hair and then smooth down her clothing, making herself that much more presentable. "Sometimes you just have to let the animal out of its cage. Hmm?" A little nod given before she would wiggle her fingers at him in a little waving gesture and then skip off through the park.

She didn't bother with such things as shadows and skulking. Truth be told, she was damn near silent as she moved, flawlessly, gracefully, and obviously well skilled. Her tactic? Meh...just something simple and straight forward.

"Well look at you two! Aren't you just the cutest thing!?" Really laying on that Southern accent as she plopped herself right down in between the two, her arms going over the back of the bench, and both of them looking at her in utter bewilderment, scooting out of her way so she could fit.

"I don't know what you mean young lady." The old man speaking up, looking at his wife questioningly.

"Well, I just mean that it is not often you see such a lovely old couple sitting alone in the park this time of morning." She tilted her head, looking at him fully, giving him a clear view of her crimson hues and feeling the air around them shift, grow denser with his fear.

"We should probably be going." The wife picking up on something, looking at her husband and then shifting to stand up. Though they would both be met with a hand on their shoulders, keeping them on the bench.

"Tell me. Do you ever worry about a predator? You know, like a rogue animal escaped from the zoo...or perhaps a crazed homeless person bent on revenge? Or how about just plain good old fashioned psychotic serial killer? Ever cross your mind? Just once?" Her eyes going from one to the other, feeling them try to shift away from her one more as the other hand moved behind her back and drug out one of those silver knives she always carried with her.

"I mean, I would definitely be scared about some psycho serial killer." She paused, gasping slightly and then giggling just a bit as the tip of the blade tapped her chin before pointing it at the woman in front of her. "Oh thats right! I AM the psycho serial killer."

Her eyes lit up, flaring to life, a black swirl seeming to dance within them as she leaned back into the bench and then nodded her head in the direction of the footpath about ten feet away. "Run.." Whispering softly, and then settling back, and waiting as she began the mental countdown in her head.

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[Alek]

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Alek was just out of sight, behind the trio, as Kev went to work. He chuckled slightly to himself as she plopped down between them, just making herself comfortable, using that seemingly friendly southern accent to every bit of advantage she could. The couple were obviously nervous, and she seemed to feed off of it, pushing those buttons with every passing word, leading them closer and closer to the breaking point until...

There it was. Glinting in the lamplight, that silver little knife she always carried at least one of. The high point, the crescendo of this little bait, had reached its climax. With every passing second, Alek's grin had grown and grown, and now, it was on. She sat there, silently, and somehow, Alek knew what she was doing.

He counted down alongside her, choosing instead to stalk the prey as they ran, fumbling in their aged natures. He wasn't going to deny her of this, no, but he wanted front-row seats to the action. His eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened again, they had gone from their normally icy blue hue to the same deep crimson red as the woman's.

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[Kevala Katashi]

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"Run, run little rabbits..."[/color] Speaking, of course, to herself as she gave a little yawn and spun the knife around in her delicate little fingers. Then, in the next instant she was off the bench and moving slowly behind them as they tried their best to make it to the footpath. "If you make it to the lighted area, I will let you live." She nodded, fingers twirling that knife about and letting her mind wander. This, in and of itself was a bit step away from the person Gabriel Seran had turned her into. Was it not? Seeing as how she would never have done this sort of thing for fear of upsetting him. Now, though....well now Kev was breaking away from those former chains.

Glancing up, she noted that the couple was about two feet away from the light, possibly five, maybe six good steps from freedom. A sick little grin curling onto her lips as she shot forward. They were old, of course they ran much slower than her, especially when she ran more quickly than most of her students.

Next thing they knew, she was directly in front of them. The old man gasping, the old woman starting to scream. Instantly her fist shot forth directly into the woman's jaw, sufficiently knocking her down and silencing her as blood rushed from her lips and nose. The old man, growing a pair suddenly after seeing his wife in distress rushed forward to try and attack Kev, which got a little laugh from her just before the blade of the knife she had in her hand slammed into his abdomen.

He stopped, instantly, grunting in pain as she shook her head and tsk'd him lightly with her tongue. "You didn't make it to the light." Her hand jerking to the side, twisting the blade within him before she would pull it out and then shove him down to join his wife upon the ground.

"You ...w...will never...g....get away with this...." Holding his wound as his wife began to cry and try to stop the bleeding with the scarf she had been wearing.

Kevala would roll her eyes, squatting down in front of them and resting her elbows on her knees as she watched the blood drip from the knife in her hand...looking back to them and shaking her head slightly. "Tell that to the other three hundred, twenty seven..." Yes, she had been pretty active almost her entire life....with a short period off for good behavior during her marriage of course.

"Now, the real question here is...Who goes first?" Pursing her lips and watching...waiting...Letting them struggle a bit as she remained perfectly still. [/font]

[Alek]

Alek made his own move then, melting out of the darkness, revealing himself to the three. His eyes were a deep crimson as well, his grin nothing short of pure malicious intent. He strolled up the elderly couple, causing their attention to turn to this newcomer, instead.

"I have a suggestion," he remarked, eyeing the old people with a sadistic smile, "The man wanted to be a hero, didn't he? I feel like he should be rewarded for his efforts."

Alek knelt down behind the old man, looking at the two terrified human beings before him. "I think he should get to watch every glorious second as we disembowel his wife, don't you? It seems a just reward, to me." He bites his teeth together next to the old man's ear before grabbing his arms and holding them behind his back, keeping him in place for whatever was to happen next.

All the while, though, Alek couldn't stop thinking about how she moved. So graceful, so quick, so precise... she was truly the perfect killer. Or, perhaps, until he came to be, at least. He chuckled to himself and nodded to Kevala, urging her to continue.

[Kevala Katashi]

She would glance up at Alek as he came forward, tilting her head slightly and slowly starting to grin. Yes, she had to admit that she rather liked that idea, and...to be quite honest...she rather liked the idea of having somebody around that encouraged her behavior rather than tried to change her. Her tongue running slowly over her lower lips as the woman began to whimper and cry harder...her husband being pulled away from her, held within Alek's grip.

With that, Kevala would advance upon the woman, rolling her eyes as she began to beg, offering money and anything else Kev could want, just to let them go. "I am one of the richest women in the United States right now. Why on Earth would I need your money?"

She pounced upon the woman, pinning her to the ground and straddling her hips, ignoring the weak, pathetic strikes from the woman as she tried to hit Kevala off of her. Though finally she would hiss and in a flash press the blade to the woman's throat. "Hit me again...and I will drag you away and make this go on for days, and days until you beg me to die. Understood?" The woman shook and nodded in fear, her eyes wide, tears spilling down from them and her blood spilling down from her face.

"Good girl.." She purred, leaning down, dragging her nose against the woman's cheek....drawing in a deep breath. Though soon, a deep growl would rush forth as she rolled her eyes and sat up. "Shame I don't feed off of your kind. Your blood smells good, but I know that it is tainted. What with all the medications you take, all the other crap you push into your system."

She hissed and shoved the knife down into the woman's stomach, chuckling softly. "Shame too...I am so very hungry." The demon purred now, feeling the blood as it began to pour forth, soaking into her pants, over her hands. The woman struggling once more. The man letting out pleas for mercy behind them.

She did not remove the knife, she just twisted it and slowly began to pull downward. So slowly that every single bit of it was felt within the woman's system, stopping only when shock began to set in, and then starting again so that she was sure to feel every single bit of it. Another scream issued from the woman as blood gurgled from her lips....Kev's hand slamming across her mouth, silencing her once more.

[Alek]

As Kevala went to work on the old woman, Alek maintained his grip on the man. Seeing the woman's antics was clearly having an adverse effect on the man, and he turned his head and closed his eyes, trying not to watch. As he saw this, Alek just shook his head, chuckling to himself.

"Nah uh uh, I told you to watch, so you watch." He shifted his grip, holding the mans' arms with simply one of his own, and his other hand gripped the man's balding gray head, holding it in place, as his fingers pulled the man's eyelids up, forcing them open. "Every last beautiful bloody second."

The blood spewed forth, and Alek sniffed the air, letting out a sigh of pleasure. "It's so upsetting how impure your old blood is, as wonderful as it smells," he says, really to anyone who happened to be listening. His grip on the man's head and eyes tightened, causing a shriek of pain. The shriek was silenced, however, by Alek jerking the man's head to one side and pressing his teeth into his carotid artery, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to threaten it. Releasing his bite, he whispered into his ear. "I'm just not so sure that'll stop me. Shut your hole."

As the knife drug deep into her stomach, her husband was forced to watch. He tried to keep as quiet as possible, terrified by the thought of this young man tearing into his throat with his teeth, but before too long, he started to shake. His blood began pumping, faster and faster, until, unable to keep up the strain, it suddenly just stopped. Alek's eyes went wide and he laughed.

"Hah! Look! It's just like you said!" he released the man's head and gestured to him. "The old ticker just gave right out."

Alek smirked and shook his head. "I'm afraid you won't get away that easily, my friend. Death will not be the sweet release you were hoping for."

Releasing his grip on the man's arms, he produced a wicked-looking blade of his own from a pocket, and tore into the man's abdomen rather quickly. Once the slit had been cut, Alek tossed the blade to the side and thrust his hand inside the man's body, hand reaching up, shoving through organs and entrails to find the heart. He started to squeeze it, manually pumping the man's heart with his own hand, causing his eyes to flutter back open, though now, obviously in a great deal of pain.

It hurt too much to scream.

"Now where were we, little meat-puppet?" Alek cooed, grabbing his head and forcing his eyes open once again. "That's right... you were watching your wife die slowly. Let's keep doing that, shall we?" Alek let out a malicious cackle.

"I know I'm enjoying myself, at least."

[Kevala Katashi]

Kevala heard what was going on behind her and even ceased in her actions to turn and watch. To say that what she saw made the demon purr with delight was an understatement. Her tongue slowly ran over her tongue lips. "Might I add how amazingly sexy you are right this moment?" Purring the words forth to him before turning back to the woman below her who was struggling to not pass out.

Kev's hand would reach down, covered in blood, patting her cheeks rather harshly. "Ah, ah, ah...No sleeping. I am not done." She chuckled softly and would jerk the knife free, feeling the blood splatter over her front and even managing to get onto her face. Yet she didn't even blink, just continued with what she was doing.

Her knife in one hand, she would reach back behind her and pull free another, identical in shape, size and color, the only difference being the engravings upon it. "You see these? A gift from my brother...Aren't they just lovely." The first real time she had ever referred to Gabriel as such, though as her attachment to him began to wane, so did her reflection of him when she spoke.

Suddenly, without any warning, she would slam both blades into the woman's sides...making sure to stab through both lungs. Instantly the woman began to choke and struggle to breath, blood coughed up, spewing forth and coating Kev's face as she leaned in, though again she did nothing but grin and lean in closer. "You are dying.....Doesn't it feel just....magical?" She giggled lightly, pulling the blades free and sitting back, blood dripping from her face as she felt her heart race just slightly within her chest.

For a long moment, she sat there, her hand holding both blades while the other now dug into the gaping hole she had left in the woman's stomach. As the color and life began to fade from the woman, Kev would grab hold of her heart, pushed past her organs, blood not coating her form and giving her the appearance of being the victim of some sort of horrible accident.

Then, just as the heart began to cease beating, she would lower her hand which held her knives and speak one last time to the woman. "No, you die like I want you to.." A harsh jerk, slitting the woman's throat wide open as more blood shot forth. Though before her heart could fully cease, with one last beat left within it, Kevala would grip tightly and jerk as hard as she possibly could....

The end result? She now held the woman's heart within her hands, literally. The bloody mess of what used to be somebody's mother....grandmother...friend...now laying beneath her, lifeless and a complete mess. She would tilt her head, looking at the dead figure and debating over something within her mind...before turning back and crawling from atop her, making her way on all fours to where Alek was hold the old man, keeping him alive....for now.

"Now...you can die knowing that you really did have her heart..." Dropping the heart down upon the man and then remaining there upon her hands and knees..blood covering her front, smeared across her face, dripping from her hands. Her breath a bit ragged, a bit shaky and yet when those crimson and black hues turned to Alek, they were filled with pure and utter pleasure.

"I think he should join her now. Don't you?" Leaning in and purring the words against his ear, nose brushing his ear softly...her shaky, hot breath on his flesh and the scent of blood radiating from her.

[Alek]

Her remark about his sexiness was met with silence, no words needed from him to her, nothing more than a simple wink that, to him, said it all. Yes, I know.

He remained quiet, watching her go to work on the victim, listening to the sound of the blood spilling into her lungs and out of her mouth, out of her sides, out of her throat, out of her everywhere as Kevala performed the final rites in this terrifying spectacle, tearing out the heart and holding it up as if in offering to whatever dark gods they now both served.

The thought of serving anyone brought a dark chuckle to Alek's lips. She came over, dropped the heart down onto the man, and whispered into his ear, the scent of blood and gore and strawberries positively intoxicating. Alek's eyes fluttered close as a sigh of pleasure escaped his lips once again, and he shook his head.

"I would have made him eat it, but. It's your call, my love." He leaned his head on the man's shoulder and whispered into his ear. "After seeing your wife murdered slowly and systematically before you, being brought back from death's doorstep itself to watch the entire tragic process, do you have any last words, my friend?"

"I-"

Before he could speak any further, Alek's grip on his heart tightened, his immense, shocking strength turning the organ to goop in his fingers, tearing through the muscles and utterly shredding the man's heart to ribbons in a single motion. He spasmed, jerked once, and then slumped forward, his hands cupping over his wife's heart, as if trying to put that one in to save his own life.

Once the man stopped working, Alek removed his hand from inside of the elderly man and lifted it to his nose, smelling the rich scent of blood and guts covering it. His eyes met Kevala's, and he blinked again, this time converting his eye color back to the icy blue it was only minutes before.

"I told you this would be fun."

[Kevala Katashi]

Gods she loved this, and though she knew that she would never serve another as she had Gabriel, she knew that she could definitely enjoy spending time with this one. Her thoughts wandering just a bit, as was her nature...but for now he seemed to have the majority of her attention focused solely upon him.

As he went about killing the man, completely stamping out his life within a matter of moments, she would purr in delight. The demon receding back into her mind, her eyes slowly fading back to their icy blue state, and yet there was still that dark, twisted look within them. Oh yes, she was fully engaged in this moment, and as he lifted that hand to his nose to breath in the scent, her own restraint vanished.

With her nose so very close to his flesh, she could not help but be overwhelmed by his scent, and the scent of the blood around her. Her own strawberry scent filling the area around them, only proving to make this moment feel that much more personal, this much more intoxicating.

She thought nothing over the bodies that lay around them, she thought only of the night, the blood and of him. Yes, he had managed to intoxicate her, and well...she was nowhere near done with him. Her lips parting and teeth sinking into the side of his neck within moments of issuing a soft little, feral growl. Nothing soft, nothing delicate...she simply buried her teeth within his flesh and allowed his blood to spill into her mouth. Hungrily she lapped at it, letting it roll down her tongue and into her throat.

Her hands pushing him just a bit so that her lithe form could easily curl its way into his lap as her blood soaked hand laced through his hair, gripping tightly...Her own hair falling away to the side, exposing her neck which was smeared with bits of the old woman's blood...

NOW her heart was truly racing, her blood rushing through her veins as she purred in pure pleasure and desire. Her opposite hand sliding down his arm, nails dragging across his jacket as she clawed at him and shifted within his lap.

She knew the place well enough to know that nobody would be along for awhile...and given the darkness they were shrouded in, they were promised a good amount of privacy. Which was just fine with her....

[Alek]

He had barely even finished his sentence when she threw herself upon him, sinking her teeth into his neck. He shuddered in pleasure as she broke the skin, and settled down upon his lap.

"Don't stop..." he moaned, smirking to himself as her hands grabbed at him, knocking his fedora from his head as she took hold of his hair, the other hand scratching along his side. His own hands wrapped around the woman, scratching down her back, full of desire and lust. It was strong enough to actually tear through the fabric of her hoodie and anything else beneath it, his nails leaving eight bleeding lines down her back.

Once her teeth had let up, her own neck was so very exposed, and as he gazed upon it, he could see the blood pumping in her veins from here. With another, feral grin, he leaned in as well, taking his turn this time, biting down to break skin, to taste her sweet, pure blood. Part of him wondered if there was anything wrong with what he was doing, but it was the smallest part.

His hands gripped her hips and pulled her down into him, grinding up against her as his lips sucked the blood from the wound he made, his tongue trailing over it to taste her.

"Don't ever stop..." he whispered, slowly, almost unwillingly removing his lips from her neck.

[Kevala Katashi]

His words only proved to make her want him that much more. She had felt lust, many, many times in the past, but this was different on some level. She couldn't quite place it, but there was something....okay there was a lot...about him that reminded her of herself. It was like he was her in some other form and for some reason that sparked to life her inner demon as well as her own desire.

Hissing in pleasure against his neck, feeling his nails shred through her clothes and flesh alike. The warm streams of blood that now rolled down her spine drawing a soft shiver from her. In her mind, somewhere deep down she knew that no normal man could possess that sort of strength, but she didn't care. No, she simply purred in delight and reluctantly pulled away from his neck, eyes fixated upon the blood that ran down his flesh.

Then, just as some part of her knew he would, he bit down into her own neck, and unlike any other lover she had ever had, he drank of her blood. The idea of such sending a new wave of pleasure through her and causing her to growl softly, grinding down into him as his hands gripped her hips so tightly. "Trust me...I won't." Whispered heatedly against him before feeling him pull free of her neck.

Her fingers tightened within his hair, jerking his head around toward her and pressing her lips roughly against his own. There was pain and pleasure mingled together within this heated, fiery kiss, and that only made her want it that much more. Her hand moving to his shirt, gripping and tearing into it, desperate to feel his flesh beneath her nails as they dug in, seeking to draw out more of his blood....wanting to feel it, to taste it....Needing it more than she probably should...though she did not stop to question it right now.

Somewhere inside, a part of her was curious about him, cautious even. She wondered if she should worry about getting too close, like most would about her. Yet he was just so damn intoxicating, and every single part of her wanted more...craved and needed more. But even as the thoughts crossed her mind, she simply sought to deepen the kiss, not caring about any of it.

Eventually though, she would pull away, to speak breathlessly against his lips as her nose brushed his own. "Who are you?" Spoke in a lustful, curious tone. Clearly she was not speaking of a name, for she knew that already...but of something else. She was no fool, she knew he was no normal person...but even as she asked this, she found herself unable to stop. Her teeth nipping his lower lip, her nails digging into his flesh, her hips rocking down harder and more lustfully into his lap.

[Alek]

His lips met hers fiercely, teeth clattering against each other as he forced his tongue into her mouth, ensuring that there was nothing soft or sentimental about this kiss. No, this was pure lust, pure desire, pure animalistic need for one another in an extremely physical way. His hands fumbled to his jacket, unzipping it and revealing the dark shirt underneath, which Kevala's fingers quickly gripped and began to tear from his body. He paid no mind to it, though, his hands trailing back up her own back before gripping her shirt and hoodie as well, pulling them apart at the seams as his lips continued to press against hers hungrily. After a time, though, she pulled back, asking a question of him - the million dollar question, it would seem, to which he leaned back from her a bit and smiled darkly.

"You already know," he said, his tongue snaking out to graze her teeth as she pulled at his lip, before his blood-stained hand would lift to her head and pull her against him again, rocking his hips up into hers as he pressed her head against his for another deep, lustful kiss.