Ookami V. Vampire

 " Yes I am an Ooh-Kah-Mei. How about yo- . . . . and she ignores me. . . " the ookami says as he watched the little girl skip towards where the young boy had sat. Only to find out that the young child had fell into the river bank. With a huge sigh. Kilanjo would consider what to do next.

' Damn. . .'

SPOOLSH!

'Oooh did I do that?. . . . . I think I did that . . . ' Kilanjo thought as he now faced the spot where the boy fell into.

Scratching behind his ear. Kilanjo frowned as the shadow above the water represented what the boy was. At first, it was the form of a young boy. After that, the image became smaller and smaller and seemed to spread apart. But it wouldn't be long as Kilanjo raised up his hand to manipulate the wind to his will. Mana coursing through his body as he begun to cut the water stream off. Breaking the water and revealing the creature that was now in the bank which was now moist.

' What the fuck is that ?' the Ookami thought as he was now presented with a creature made purely of some kind of black goo. Reaching out with his other hand, he raised the creature out of the moist bank and brought him onto the land as he released the wind barrier spliting the river in half so he could drag it out. The river would then continue to flow as it usually does.

" . . . Okay. . care to tell me what you are?" he said in an rather confusing tone as he reached behind his back and placed his hand upon the hilt of Mammon's Nail
(Kilanjo)
A long travel it was, from wychwood all the way back to the swamps, a very cozy place for someone such as Elizabeth to remain idle within, A place of general solitude, where one of shade, even someone wanted by the law could easily just hide here somewhere, and remain un-disturbed. However, as she was exiting the cave system, she could sense the power of Mammon's Nail. Her blade forged with vampire blood, soaked and absorbed within its mithril prison, the blade too would react to her pressence being near, glowing ever bright. She could sense it, much like a master and their childe.

Taking a casual stroll, but moving quickly enough to try to see what was going on, from the looks of it, a young boy and girl...and the person holding her blade...Nerian. Though Killanjo did not loo exactly like Nerian, the fact that it is a ookami who fits the age holding her blade would only cause someone with some logical thinking to know that the thief had still kept hold of her blade, couldn't blame him, it was very good design, perhaps too good for ookami-kind.

'We meet again...Nerian.'

Sanglamores depravity overwhelmes Mammon's Nailes, the two blades practically screaming at each other, in hated and violence, Elizabeth knew full well that Killanjo was probably already feeling urges, if not psychological damage from her weapon.
(Elizabeth)
'Kill two birds with one stone? No, save two birds with one stone.' Kilanjo thought as he faced the blob that turned back into his human form.

The creature would then seem to talk over his own words before he finally spat it out what he had to say. Which didn't offend the Ookami at all. If anything, he should just blast this thing to oblivion. That would get rid of the thing ever causing him trouble in the future.

'If you were more brutal, your mother would still be alive.'

The very words of a Kaor Lord ran through his mind each time that he had the chance to kill someone within a second. It also killed any good emotion that he was having before.

With his mind made up, he stared at the creature with a hard gaze as he was prepared to end the creatures life as he began to release his blade from it's scabbard. The only thing that interrupted him from doing so was just as he began his motion to pull it free and take a good swing at it.

He felt something. Something uncanny. Taking his eyes off of the boy for a second. He raised his free hand towards the creature with his palm facing outwards. Letting the creature know that he was prepared at a moments notice to injury it brutally if it tried anything. He didn't know anything about it so it was best for him to take pre-caution on that being.

But it was soon that his entire focus was turned on his blade as he dropped his free hand as he was completely shocked for what was happening. His sword. It was going out of control. It began to glow. Fading in and out but it didn't take long for it to burst out of control as it grew brighter as it basically became its own source of light. Glowing a blood like red as he stared at it in awe. He didn't know what to do. That was until another person would join the trio.

We meet again...Nerian.'

Nerian. . . oh how he hadn't heard that name in a long time. Other than it coming from his younger brother. It was weird hearing another using it. He almost ignored it. But it was simply impossible as his blade grew brighter. Suddenly the urge to kill came upon the Ookami. Which shocked him as it had never happened before as it was sheathed. Then an eerie feeling washed over him as he tried to let go of Mammon's Nail. The only problem was that he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried to let go of it. It just wouldn't give way. Instead, he had the feeling to release it, and wield it.

Curious and shocked, he forced himself to tear his eyesight from his own weapon and face the woman who now stood infront of the being who stood infront of him. Kilanjo would then smile sadisticly as he faced the armored person.

" W-Who. . . are you?" he managed to say through his teeht as he bared his fangs unintentionally. An irresistable feeling came over him as if he wanted to slaughter the person who had just approached him. Wanted to kill whoever wore that helmet. Which he had no problem doing. The only thing was how did that person know his name?

" How do you know. . . . . . urr. . . that name?" he said as he struggled with his own new-found temptations

(Kilanjo)
Watching the two children, one who was becoming more and more obvious of its origins while in that body of water, she didin't pay much mind to them, they were just children, they were not involved, they had no place in Elizabeth's cold, dead, heart! Taking a few steps forward, showing no fear, the posture of a monster, who could not comprehened morales, values, only purpose and cursed desires.

'Well, looks like you dont recognize my voice, how about I show you in blade style? I'm sure you will remember that much....'

The young, teen looking woman was someone of fewer words, and more action, they held a firm stance on the mossy ground, feet planted firmly, balanced, calm, yet aggressive at the same time. She was chilling in nature, not a shred of emotion, or ounce of empathy. This woman was no typical edgy occultist, or even swordswoman, she was the very meaning of evil. Someone who would destroy their own allies if it meant climbing over their corpse to get to the top, Sanglamores plague beast flesh vibrates in the pressence of Killanjo, spewing hatred all around, the children if weak could possibly be influenced to a degree of such madness, a legendary blade that has consumed notable warriors, or figures through out history.

'Let us speak with our blades, not our words.'


(Elizabeth)
 Ignoring the childen who were behind him, Kilanjo tuned them out as if they were just background noise. He was more focused on the person who now stood infront of him.

His confused look would fade away as he seemed to take a liking to this long-lost person he once knew. Smiling fool-hardly as he held his hand on Mammon's Nail. Pulling it free from the scabbard. Releasing depravity into the air as it hung in the atmosphere as if it were a disease. Only those who were strongly influenced or were depraved themselves would probably be choking on the very air! The depravity was on par of a sin magi.

The Ookami stood straight as he held Mammon's Nail by his said. Pointing the blade towards the ground as he stared where the the beings eyes are supposed to be.

" I like you, It's crazy that I've ever forgotten someone like you. . . . "

The wind around him began to stur up as Kilanjo started forward towards the person infront of him.

Oooh this battle was going to be good


(Kilanjo)
 the battle had begun, the two making both their first moves, clashing blades together, streams of crimson red overtaking the area in a bright glow with each strike, each parry, each slice of the flesh. One was more brutally stronger in physsical prowess, whilst the other maintained speeds so fast, even Elizabeth had a hard time catching on to what his next move was in battle. But she had vampiric senses, closing her eyes, sensing the aggression within his attacks, when her sanguine-like eyes closed, everything blackened, to the point where she could only see Killanjo, focusing in on him, despite how fast he went, she could still see him somehow with clarity.

'Got you.'

announcing her attack, using the blunt end of Sanglamore to smack Killanjo's face, his speed doing most of the work in that strike. Floating in the air, with elegance, she wasn't angry, no she was calm....strange, taking a look at her cloak, it had recieved some cuts, even the armor she wore underneath exposed flesh with vile cursed blood spilling, though this injury was nothing for her, preparing for her next attack, her style was the same, yet it played out differently every time, leaving Killajo guessing what she would do next, despite his speed, if Elizabeth was unpredictable, then that would be enough to catch him.
(Elizabeth)
ROUND ONE...... FIGHT

The two went against the other. Blade in hand as they were ready to swing at the other. Not having the intent to bruise but instead to harm, even maybe kill.

Sparks filled the battle field as the air was blossomed with the stench of blood. The thrill of battle excited the Ookami as his smile widened sadisticly as the two danced about the battlefield. It didn't make it any better that the glow of the blades enticed Kilanjo to strike harder. To strike faster. His eyes grew wild as the two continued their bout. Being enticed by the mere power that his opponent held.

" What's your name?! " The ookami said thrillingly as Kilanjo parried her attack as he ducked low and replied her attack towards the air.

He would soon let go of the hilt of his blade as he switched over the weapon in his other hand as he darted forth. Ready to wound the person cladded in armor grievously. It was a sure shot. There was nothing that couldn't stop Kilanjo from cutting this person in half. If not, leading this person to near death if someone didn't attend to the wound immediately.

'Got you.'

Kilanjo slightly shifted his gaze towards the person's helmet in confusion, due to Elizabeth speaking, as he grew nearer to slice the mid-section of the being. The only thing was that the Ookami didn't notice the weapon of the armored being , rounding around as he soon fixed his eyes on it. The next thing he knew was that he ended up flying backwards from Elizabeth. Giving the both of them some distance.

The Ookami would then go tumbling through the ground before he pushed himself up wards to a stand to stop.

Blood spilled from his body as he was filled with cuts that riddled his body. It was a crazy thought but the Ookami loved this.

Spitting out blood to the side. He started walking towards her once more.

" You and I could be great friends y'know. " he said as his eyes started to change into the color of gold. Tribal tattos of bite marks and wolves soon formed over his body as his fangs grew keen, as did his claws.

Raising his blade once more, he started running towards the person in armor. Determined to knock of that helm and find out who they are!
(Kilanjo)
The two traded blows constantly, to a point where both the vampiress, and the ookami were in critcal fatigue from the most current round, although she had one both battles towards this small scaled, intimate war. She was bleeding at a rapid rate, her armor falling apart, revealing brown clothing underneath, the wind and strikes form Killanjo had proven too much, making her helmet fall off just as he wished, she looked like a legionare of sorts, wearing Taldran Bracers, A brown Gi, and a lower Lorica, similar to what a spartan wears in battle, armored skirt-plates. The ookami man would recognized the frozen in time physical looks of Elizabeth, still in her older teens.

'So...you finally figured it out? Are you happy to know the truth? Or scared?'

The young vampiress quickly swung her blade whilst Killanjo had exhuasted everything he had to make Elizabeth bleed so much, yet she moved in such a mannerism...where it appears like she did not feel pain, of course not being the truth, she just would not show weakness infront of her opponent. Slicing his chest, not too deep, leaving a large gash, diagnol strike, later in his life it would leave a scar, a reminder of their battle. Kicking him down with one foot, and sitting on his stomach, applying pressure to suffocate and cause a little pain.

'Tell me thief, how many have you killed with this weapon? One that you did not earn? How many lives did you ruin in death, or not..?'

She takes the blade softly from his grasp, staring at it, examining and smelling the blood that was on it, stained from battle before she owned it, she could tell but the vampiress wanted to know for herself, to hear his side of the story.


(Elizabeth)
ROUND TWO! . . . . . .. FIGHT!

Charging towards the armored guy once more. Kilanjo brought his blade against the theirs. Starting the brutality once more as both of them continued to slash at the other in a rate that others would see as a blur.

Despite being fatigued and exhausted, the two still went on. Delievering blows that any ordinary person would usually die from.

Kilanjo's appearance wasn't any of the better as his jacket was bascially sliced to shreds basically worthless, but he didn't care as he threw it off as he continue the fight. His body was basically cut all over. Deep and light. He knew that after this battle, that is if he lived, he would have multiple scars to remember this day.

With an upwards slash, the Ookmai had finally accomplished his goal to knock off the helmet, revealing the person that he had forgotten.

A shocked look would wash over his face as it was replaced seconds later with a smirk on his face. Causing a break in battle as Kilanjo had seemed to undress Elizabeth unintentionally.

"Happy?Scared? No. More like exhilarated. I'd never forget those red eyes of yours "

Before he knew it, the vampire would appear before him in such a remarkable manner and strike him diagnolly on his chest. Then with a swift kick to the ground. He laid there defeated with the woman sitting ontop of him.

Taking his blade from his grasp. She questioned him as she seemed to analyze it.

Wheezing due to her pressure on his chest. Kilanjo had to spit out the blood that was flowing to his throat.

With a smirk. Kilanjo didn't lie in the times of his possible death. Staring into her eyes with a playful look. He said willingfully.

" Heh . . . Last time I remember you I was partnered up a malpercian. You don't see them around anymore. It's a bit sad really. . . "

He would then stare downwards as he saw blood spread throughout what ever remained of his T-shirt as it fell towards the ground. Looking back up at her, he never realized how young she looked. As if she hadn't aged a day. Surprised by this, he never realized how beautiful she was. But then again, weren't all vampires good looking? They don't age right? Do they?

Fixing his eyes back on her, he told her the truth.

" I'm not going to lie in the face of death. . . That wouldn't be me." he said as his golden eyes glistened. Threatening to turn back to his original lilac color. But instead it stayed golden.

" I killed countless of people with that very blade. . . . Multiple of people. . . Without a second thought even. . . They showed that they would be a possible threat in younger brothers future. . . So I got rid of them. It's as simple as that. Children, adults, the elderly. Anyone who passed my path or showed a potential danger to his. Dead. . . . "

He said it truthfully and as if he hadn't had a single care in the world. He didn't want to give the sob story to her as it would make anyone, even himself, try to be feel guilty for what they are trying to do. He would then look towards the sky, wondering if it was the last time that he was going to see it again.

" So what now? "
(Kilanjo)
'Im going to destroy you now, may you join those you destroyed and suffer all together.'

Elizabeth sounded very serious, grabbing hold of Mammon's Nail, the hilt was grasped tightly, it felt so good to be reunited with her blade, it actually held some value, it had her inside it...her own blood which was responsible for its powerful traits, quick, strong, and sharp. Then they looked back at the ookami Killanjo, with a twisted smile, fangs creeping from under her smile slowly, eyes glowing with murderous intent behind them, inching her face close, the blade even closer to his throat, enjoying every second of it.

DIE~!'

Elizabeth plunges the blade forward, aiming directly at his brain, such power behind this strike left the wind breaking apart from her very swing. It was going to cut Kilanjo's head, where it would expose the brain, slicing off just to where the hair was, but then she held back, missing intentionally. Instead the young vampiress would dig the blade right next to his crotch, almost hitting his balls.

'I was just kidding, can't you take a joke?'

Tearing off his shirt completely to expose the flesh, they were so parched after losing some blood in the battle, leaning forward, and taking a harsh, not so gentle bite out of his neck, sucking blood from him, until he became pale from blood loss, and also weak from it. Wiping her lips clean with her tongue, Getting up, standing over the man, towering.

'I suppose ill allow you to keep the blade, and your life, if you join me instead of being some common murderer. That is the deal, you will stay with me and I will teach you how to fight more efficeintly, you're fast but not very skilled, once you hone the art of using a blade, then I believe not many will stop you.'

Elizabeth grabs Kilanjo, and forces him to stand on his feet, smacking the blades sides to his chest, to make him hold it, Mammon's Nail once more influencing him, making his iris change to crimson red once more, effecting his mental state, much like a vampires but less evil to some extent.


(Elizabeth)
" Bite me" Kilanjo replied towards her threat. He then looked at her eyes to see if it was a joke or not. But she was indeed seirous. Serious enough to kill him. Which was happening right before his eyes as he watched the blade come towards him in a rapid fashion.

DIE~!

The Ookami would then fix his eyes on the vampire as it was his last seconds to live, and he wasn't about to go out like a wimp by closing his eyes. If he was going to die, he was going to die by staring it in the face.

' I guess that your life doesn't flash before your eyes when you die' he thought.

'Take care Aries. . . . . I'm sorry that I won't be there for you. . . '

" Oooh! " he yelped

' I was just kidding, can't you take a joke?' Elizabeth had said.

To what he thought to be his death, was instead cold metal pressed against his crotch. Ooh how it felt so cold and warm at the same time. It made Kilanjo shiver in place as it was for one, truly unexpected. Number two, terrifying.

" Hey! If your going down there, can you give me a heads up fir-!? "

The Ookami was soon cut off as he was having his shirt ripped off by Elizabeth. What was going on? His face began to turn flustered as he never had gone 'there' before. What was happening?!

But he would soon find out a second later as she leaned in towards him, which he raised raised his arms to try and push her away. But his strength failed him, only allowing him to hold on to her figure as she bit into his neck.

Wincing at the sudden act. Kilanjo felt the most pleasent act ever. His blood rushed through his body as Elizabeth started to suck his own blood.

" W-Whaat. . . It's. . my first time. . .this happening. . . be gentle. . . " he said as his face grew a deep red. Was it embrassment or arousement? Who knows?!

Kilanjo would then fell weak as his arms fell from Elizabeth's sides, hitting the ground with a nice plop as the sensation that he was feeling was greater than any other. It was as if his life was being sucked out of him into internal bliss! Purel Majestic! it felt as!- as! as!!!

As nothing as Elizabeth withdrew from Kilanjo, cleaning off the blood on her lips with her tongue as she now stood up above him.

The Ookami would now start panting heavily as he seemed to be weak enough that he couldn't even push himself to sit up.

How they say a woman could suck the life out of you. Who ever said that was spot on as Kilanjo stared at her at his weak state, listening to her speak.

Suddenly, he would be pulled to a stand as she placed her blade back into his hands. Making him hold it which gave him enough strength to stand up right on his own again. His eyes would then fade into a crimson red color as he now faced Elizabeth confused as if she was done. Or was she going to do some more vampirey stuff. But after several moments of awkward silent. Kilanjo replied as he scratched himself behind his ear.

" I guess. . . that wouldn't hurt. But be wary, who ever I join usually ends up dying. Just like Timber. " he said looking her deep in her eyes as if he knew that she had something to do with it. But then he would just chuckle it off as he placed Mammon's Nail back into its rightful place, and walked over to his torn up jacket and put it on. It was cold with all the dried blood on him. So this would atleast do something if anything make him look cool.

" So what do I call you? Yuni?"


(Kilanjo)