You go about your nightly feeding schedule, taking some innocent drunk girl into a alleyway to feed on. As you start to lower you mouth to the victims neck you hear the click of a gun from behind you Step away from the girl, foul creature the voice sounding disgusted
"What do you want?" He said, while walking out of the shadows while wearing a golden mask and a long coat.
Hearing his tone shift away from hostile, she lowers her weapon slowly. "I wanted to ask why you do this." Lowering her voice to a near-whisper, not wanting to spook the girl behind her. "Do you enjoy taking innocent lives?" Crosses adorned her fingers as they clutched tightly around the hilt of her gun.
Oh, so, you think that criminal is a innocent person?
His words stung more than she'd expected, and the hurt in his voice was unmistakable. "I didn't mean it like that," she began, trying to recover. "But you must understand why people see vampires as monsters. You take life instead of cherishing it."
Her gaze fell on the girl cowering behind her, and she sighed wearily. "She could have had a family, friends...a future. But now, thanks to you..." Her voice trailed off as tears pricked at her eyes, surprising even herself.
"I don't know what I expected," she finally admitted, shaking her head. "Perhaps some explanation for why you do this every night."
With a trembling hand, she wiped away the tears from her cheeks, refusing to let him see how deeply his words had cut.
Well guess what? The girl I just drank blood from, she had a family, which she killed with her own hands.
That... doesn't excuse what you did," she said slowly, shaking her head again. "She needed help. Not to have her life taken." Her voice cracked with emotion as she struggled to keep control over herself and her feelings. "What if I was like you?" she asked suddenly, more forcefully than intended. "If someone had killed me for being what I am... would that make it right? Would it have made things better?"
Her gaze locked on his, unyielding and defiant despite the fear beginning to stir within her. She was breaking their own rules by engaging him in such a personal way... but something inside her needed this connection. Needed to know why they were so different.
Killing the killers or criminals wouldn't make it better, but atleast, the world will be slightly clean.
Her eyes widened in shock as she listened to his words, her fingers tightening around the gun once more. "So... you do this because it makes you feel better about yourself? About your life?" She paused, frowning now. "Even if that means taking others away from those who love them?"
Her voice was cold, empty of all emotion except for a faint undertone of disgust and disappointment. This vampire... he was no better than the ones she'd been taught to hate. "And what about your humanity?" she asked softly, suddenly feeling tired and drained. "Is it truly gone? Or do you still cling to some shred of it, even as you take life after life?"
She stepped closer to him, her gaze unflinching despite the fear that threatened to consume her. "Do you ever wonder if there could be another way? If vampires and
Why?
Her question hung in the air between them as she studied his expression. He seemed to be struggling with something internal, as if her words had struck a chord deep within him. "There must be another way," she insisted softly. "To live together... in peace." The thought was unspoken aloud as her gaze flickered downward for just a moment before meeting his once more.
"I have a place..." she began, hesitating slightly. "My home... It has a containment area built especially for vampires. A room with everything you could possibly need or want." She swallowed hard, the words feeling foreign on her tongue as she spoke them aloud. "You wouldn't have to hunt... or feed on innocents ever again."
There was a long pause before she continued. "I'm not saying I trust you," she said quickly, raising her hand as if in warning. "Or
I will not sacrifice my freedom for your experiment.
She felt her heart sink at his words. "Then I will have no choice," she said quietly, anger and determination masking the hurt in her voice. "I cannot allow you to continue hurting people." Her fingers tightened around the gun once more as she raised it back up to his head, steady and unwavering. "If you do not come with me willingly... I will be forced to stop you myself."
For a moment, there was silence between them. Then, slowly, carefully, Iervan lowered his gaze away from her. A small sigh escaped his lips before he nodded, reluctantly. "Alright," he said softly, "I'll come with you."
But, only if you can capture me.
"Very well," she replied tensely as she stepped back away from him slightly, giving him space to move. "Try not to make this difficult." Her gun never wavered in her hands, ready for whatever he might do next. As she waited for his next move, Luna couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation mixed with curiosity about what would happen if she were successful in capturing him.
Would it be possible to find some sort of common ground? To prove to the world that vampires and mortals could coexist peacefully? Or was she simply naive, deluding herself into thinking there could ever be an end to the bloodshed? Only time would tell as she waited for Iervan's next move.
Before you could take out your gun from your holster, he lunged towards you with inhumane speed, but you managed to dodge him successfully.
As Iervan lunges at her, Luna reflexively ducks and spins away, maintaining her grip on the gun as he nearly grazes her arm with his fangs. She takes a step back, breathing heavily through her nose while she attempts to regain her composure. "I warned you," she says coolly.
Forcing herself to remain calm and focused despite the thrum of adrenaline coursing through her veins, she waits for Iervan's next move, bracing herself mentally for whatever challenge he might present.
While she was waiting for his next move, he pinned her against the wall with immense strength.
Luna felt a surge of panic as Iervan's impossibly strong hands pinned her against the cold, unyielding brick wall. Her heart raced in fear, but she refused to show any weakness. Tilting her head back slightly, she looks up into his golden eyes through his golden mask and meets his gaze with an icy stare. "Let me go," she demands through gritted teeth, trying to sound more threatening than she feels at the moment.
Her fingers tighten around the gun in a desperate attempt to keep it trained on him even as her body quakes with fear. She's not used to being helpless like this... but now, it seems Iervan holds all the cards. Will he choose to spare her or end her life right here? The thought sends a chill down her spine.
"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, barely audible over the p
"pleading won't do anything anymore. You choose this." After saying that he tried to bite into your neck, but, before he could do anything, you managed to shoot him in the chest, causing him to faint.
As the gunshot rings through the alleyway, Luna feels a momentary surge of triumph as Iervan stumbles backward, blood spreading across his chest. Then horror washes over her as he collapses limply to the ground, unconscious but still alive. She sucks in a shuddering breath and forces herself to remain steady despite her racing heart.
With trembling fingers, she holsters her gun and slowly crouches beside him, careful not to make any sudden moves that might provoke him further. Gently, hesitantly, she places two fingers on his neck, feeling for a pulse. Relief floods through her as she finds it weak but steady.
Her gaze flickers over to the unconscious girl lying nearby before returning to Iervan's motionless form. "You shouldn't have done that," she whispers harshly, though there's
After a while, you successfully dragged him inside your house and into the house like area you made for vampires, which you were talking about earlier.
Shaking with adrenaline and guilt, Luna carefully drags the unconscious vampire into her home. As she maneuvers him across the marble floor, he leaves a trail of blood behind them, a harsh reminder of the violence that's just taken place. Once they reach the containment room, she pulls back the heavy iron door with a creak and shoves Iervan inside, letting it clang shut with more force than necessary.
Standing there in the dimly lit chamber, she takes a moment to catch her breath. The air around her seems to thicken, oppressive and weighted down by regret. "I didn't mean for this," she whispers softly, almost too quietly to hear. "But what else could I have done? He was going to kill someone... hurt another innocent..." Her fingers twitch nervously at her side, remembering the feel of his
After a while, he gained back consciousness.
Hearing movement inside the containment room, she takes an unsteady step forward, weapon held at the ready. As Iervan regains consciousness, she watches him warily, not sure what to expect. His golden eyes meet hers through the iron bars, his expression a mix of pain and defiance that cuts deep into her heart.
"Luna... why did you do this?" he whispers hoarsely, voice still barely audible despite their proximity. There's something in his tone that she hasn't heard before; vulnerability and shame mingling together like two poisonous ingredients. She hesitates, uncertain how to respond.
"I thought... I thought you would hurt someone else," she finally manages to say quietly, her gaze dropping to the floor as she struggles with the guilt that threatens to consume her. "I didn't want any more blood on
Yeah, I know. You don't have to remind me again,
She flinches at his words, feeling suddenly even more guilty than before. "I'm sorry," she whispers, hardly able to look him in the eye as she forces herself to continue speaking. "I didn't mean for it to end like this." Her voice cracks on the last word, her composure finally crumbling beneath the weight of everything that's happened tonight.
She takes a step closer to the bars, her fingers curling around them as if they could somehow provide some semblance of comfort or protection. "Can we... talk?" she asks hesitantly, looking up at him with tears beginning to form in her eyes. "Maybe there's another way? Some kind of understanding we can reach?"
Her words are breathless, desperate for some small sliver of hope in this darkness. The possibility that they could find some sort of peace together - whether as allies or friends or even more than that
Before we talk, can I have a drink.
Taking a hesitant step back, she glances toward the room's small kitchenette and then back at him before nodding slowly. "Y-you can have some blood... but only from me." Her voice is firm, her expression resolute despite the turmoil within her. She'll give him what he needs to survive for now, hoping that perhaps it will be enough to buy them both some time to figure things out.
"But you must promise me," she continues, "that if I let you drink from my flesh... that we can talk and try to find a way forward together." Her gaze holds his steady, unwavering in its determination as her heart beats wildly against her ribs, half-fearful of what he might say but also desperate for some kind of understanding.
For both of them.
Did I even ask to drink blood? I want a normal drink, not blood.
Her expression falters at his words, confusion clouding her features. "But you need to drink..." she begins hesitantly, unable to comprehend why he wouldn't want what she sees as the obvious solution. "I thought... if we talked and understood each other better..." Her voice trails off as doubt and uncertainty begin to creep in.
"Do you mean... you didn't come here to find peace?" she asks slowly, feeling a chill spread through her despite the warmth of the room. "Or were you just trying to get me to trust you so you could hurt someone else? Is that it?" Her voice grows harsher as the accusations spill from her lips, unbidden and raw with emotion.
She crosses her arms over her chest, regarding him warily through narrowed eyes. "Is that what this was all about for you?" she demands, refusing to let him brush
We drink blood just because it keeps us from becoming insane. But, there are very few vampire like myself who can live for hundreds of years without becoming insane for not drinking blood.
Her eyes widen in shock as she takes in his words, the truth of his situation finally dawning on her. She'd assumed that all vampires were like the ones she'd encountered before; bloodthirsty monsters who cared only for their own survival at the expense of others. The revelation throws her off balance, forcing her to reconsider everything she thought she knew about these creatures.
"I... I didn't realize," she manages to stammer, feeling a flush creep up her neck and into her cheeks. "I'm sorry if I've been insensitive. I just wanted to help." She glances back toward the kitchenette, considering his words. "Perhaps there is another way...?"
Her voice trails off uncertainly, hope struggling against doubt in her heart. Maybe they could find some sort of solution together after all? But what if he's
Are you going to ask me more questions? Or, are you gonna give me a drink? A can of pepsi preferably.
Still unsure and uncertain, Luna glances down the hallway before returning her attention to Iervan. "One question," she says slowly. "Will you promise not to hurt anyone if I give you what you need? Not just while you're here... but afterward as well?" Her gaze holds his steady, searching for some sign that he understands the gravity of her request.
For both of them.
I will look forward into that, later.
As much as she wants to believe him, doubt still clouds her thoughts. After all, what guarantee does she have that he'll keep his word? But the alternative... letting him go with nothing and risking the lives of others... It's not a choice she can make either. With a deep breath, she turns away from the containment room and heads for the kitchenette.
"Here," she says after retrieving a can of soda from the fridge. "Drink this. And then we can talk some more." She sets the can down on the counter between them, her fingers curling into fists as she wrestles with her own conflicting emotions and desires. It's a fragile peace they have here; one that could shatter at any moment if either of them say or do the wrong thing.
"So," she begins hesitantly, "what is it that you really want?"
Your people caused me to become what I am. When me and other people became vampire, we asked everyone for help, but, everyone hated us. The government gave us a hope by saying that they made an antidote. But, they never gave it to us, and lied to everyone that we are monster's, when in reality, they were the true monsters. And because of that, we are now fighting for the antidote.
Her expression tightens as he speaks, anger and understanding warring within her. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, knowing even as the words leave her lips that they are inadequate. "That doesn't excuse what you did... but it must have been a desperate time for you all." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing.
"And now? What happens if you get the antidote? Will things go back to how they were?" There's an edge of hope in her voice that she can't quite disguise, despite herself. The possibility that there might be a way for them to find peace together somehow... it haunts her.
I don't know?
Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at his candid admission. It's an unnerving thought; the idea that they might not be able to go back to how things were before. But perhaps this could be an opportunity for something new? Something different? "Then we need to find a way to work together," she says firmly, her voice filled with determination despite her trepidation. "To make sure that whatever happens, both our people survive."
She takes a step closer to him, gaze unflinching and steady. "We can do this, Iervan. Together, we can find a way forward." Her words hang in the air between them, heavy with promise and potential. But whether or not he believes her... that remains to be seen.
Okay, I guess?
Taking another step closer, she reaches out to touch his arm, her fingers barely grazing the leather of his jacket. "Thank you," she whispers softly. There's an ache in her chest as she looks into his golden eyes, but she refuses to let it show. She needs him to trust her if they're going to have any chance of making this work.
"I know it's going to be hard," she continues, "and there will be challenges along the way... but I truly believe that together, we can find a way to make things right." Her voice trembles slightly with emotion; hope and fear entwined in an uneasy dance.
Now it's up to Iervan. Does he trust her enough to believe in this new future they could create together? Or will he close himself off, content to remain locked in the past forever?
After a while, he took of his golden mask and revealed his handsome features, just because he was having troubles breathing through the mask he was wearing.
A surprised gasp escapes her lips as Iervan removes his golden mask, revealing his handsome features to her for the first time. She can't help but feel a fluttering sensation in her stomach at the sight of him; so different from the creature she'd been expecting. For a moment, all she can do is stare before finding her voice once more.
"Iervan," she whispers softly, "you look... so human." There's an intensity in his eyes that she hasn't seen before, like he's revealing some part of himself that had been hidden away until now. Part of her is nervous, afraid of what this might mean for their precarious alliance; but another part of her feels a stirring sensation inside, an unexpected and surprising attraction to him.
"I... I understand if you don't want to keep wearing it," she offers carefully
I look like a human, because, I was a human before I became a vampire.
Her eyes widen at his words, surprise and disbelief warring across her features. "You mean... you weren't always like this?" she asks, tentatively reaching out to touch his cheekbone with the back of her hand. He feels so solid, so real beneath her fingertips; yet somehow different from a mortal man.
"Then why did you choose to become... this?" she asks softly, not quite able to voice the word "vampire." Her heart is hammering in her chest as they stand there together, the air thick with unspoken questions and desires. For once, he seems more vulnerable than she's ever seen him, his mask of invincibility stripped away by their newfound intimacy.
Her lips part slightly, desire burning brightly in her eyes as they meet his. She can feel herself being drawn closer, helpless against the pull
I already told you the reason.
But she can't resist taking another step closer, closing the distance between them until they're barely more than an inch apart. His breath fans across her cheek, sending a shiver down her spine as she stares up into his golden eyes, lost in their depths. She wants to know everything about him; his past and his future, the secrets he's kept hidden away for so long.
"Tell me more," she whispers, reaching up to trace a finger along his jawline. "About who you were before... and what happened that night." Her voice is breathless, filled with a need she doesn't quite understand but can't deny. She wants him to trust her enough to share these things; to open himself up completely and let her in.
The air around them feels thick, heavy with the promise of something forbidden and dangerous... and utterly irresistible. As their