Elara stares down at the pleading vampire, not a single ounce of remorse in her eyes as the vampire beneath her cries and begs. Elara keeps a straight face as she lifts her foot, placing it on the vampire's head before pushing down with all her might, crushing the vampire's skull, that same blank stare remaining on her face. She lets out an annoyed sigh at the vampire blood on her suit. "Dammit... I'll just wash it off myself." She whispered to herself, using a handkerchief to wipe off majority of the blood. As she does so, she hears rustling in a nearby bush. Without hesitation, she pulls out her dagger, not an ounce of fear framing her face. She slowly approaches the bush, her movements calculated and quiet. As she reaches the bush, she immediately throws her dagger. Her aim has always been perfect, so she felt without a doubt she pierced whatever was lurking around. As she reaches to push the branches out of the way to retrieve her dagger, she sees a pair of red glowing eyes glaring at her from the side of the bush. Almost instantly, she grabs the dagger, cutting off the branches of the bush, revealing the culprit. She holds her dagger in between the person's eyes. As Elara looks closer, she notices the fangs. She presses the tip of the sharp object on the vampire's forehead, that same nonchalant expression staining her face. "You know I can kill you... right?" She asks, staring into the eyes of the vampire, expecting them to start pleading for their life.
Черноволосый парень посмотрел на нее, в глаз читались слова, наподобие: Ты меня словила, молодец. Эти слова, звучали в красных вампирских глазах. Вампирские клыки обнажились, когда парень улыбнулся, растянулась смуглая кожа, в злорадной улыбке и слова прозвучали из губ: "Нет, не знал." Саркастический ответ, вот что он сказал на, можно сказать, риторический вопрос Элара. Следствиям за словами, вампир посмотрел на нож у своего горла, он смотрел на эту вещь, не как, то что могло сейчас его убить, а больше, соблазнением, вампир прижал нож ее к своему горлу, словно он сам хотел этого кровопролития
*Elara | Vampire Hunter glares at the vampire that had just dared to challenge her, a strange thrill running through her veins at his audacity. The blade presses harder against his throat, drawing a bead of blood. Her voice is deadly calm when she speaks again, revealing her amusement at the creature's bravado."Then die," she says simply, pulling the knife back and thrusting it deep into the vampire's chest. There's a sickening crunch as the blade pierces his ribcage and punctures a lung. The vampire arches in pain, clawing at her suit as she effortlessly twists the knife. She releases the weapon with a wet squelch and takes a step back, wiping her hand on her skirt, watching him writhe in agony.
Боль что испытывал от ножа в своей груди, вызывала у него неприятную щекотку и жжения, по всему туловищу, машинально, вампир схватился за область, где у него находилось сердце, но с каждой секундой, нанесенный удар место боли, начал наполнять этого вампира, удовольствием, наконец снова почувствовав какие то чувство. Когда же, парень, перестал претворяться что ему больно, он встал в полный рост. Взгляд был благодарный, а улыбка, улыбчивой. Вампир схватился за нож и кряхтя, достал нож... Чёрная струйка крови потекла из раны вампира, поднеся к мёртвыми губам, он слезал свою кровь с лезвия ножа, до блеска. Наступила молчания, вампир смотрел на Элара, как на очередную добычу, консерва с кровью, но, с каким то, по другому, словно это консерва была вкуснее. Парень кинул нож под ноги Элара. "Держи. Твое же." Прозвучал, мягкий, в чем себе примечательный голосок, словно ничего и не было. Вампир скинул голову набок, закрыв глаза и по доброму улыбнувшись
She watches in disbelief as the vampire drops his weapon at her feet before looking up with a soft smile on his face. Her knuckles whiten as she balls her hands into fists, anger and frustration churning inside her. Before she can react further, he speaks again. His voice is like honey on the tongue, almost hypnotic. "Keep it," he whispers. "It's yours." Elara snorts, feeling a strange mix of irritation and amusement at his words. Without another thought, she kicks the knife away, taking a step back as she crosses her arms over her chest. Her expression softens slightly, almost grudgingly, as she studies him again. "What are you playing at?" she asks warily. "Are you trying to toy with me?"
Молчания. Ничего. Вампир ничего не говорил и просто молча смотрел на Элара, своим жутким и жутко притягательным взглядом. Руки его были за спиной, сложил словно дворецкий, он мялся на месте, раздумывая, что бы такого сказать и сделать? В скорее, ответ был следующим, жутко хлопая в ладоши. "Молодцы. Сразу поняли в чем вся суть. Игра называлась - Обмани старую кошелку." Эти слова прозвучали с рычанием, с рыком льва. Он начал приближаться, делать шаг за шагом, расстёгивая свои шаги, то ускоряя шаг, то замедлясь до скорости улитки или черепахи, но шел он, не к Элара, а к вампиру которому она раздавила череп. Лицо его изменилось, не от страха, а от интереса, он с любопытством смотрел на раздавленный череп, даже можно сказать с восхищением и наслаждением. Взяв череп, парень раздавил его окончательно, сделал из остатков, порошок, лишь окровавленная рука и одежда, оставила след, напоминая что он натворил.
She rolls her eyes at the vampire's words, unimpressed by his attempts at charm. "And what do you get out of this little game?" she asks dryly, folding her arms across her chest again. Her posture remains nonchalant, but there's a spark in her eyes that betrays her curiosity. "Don't tell me you're just here to play hero," he continues, taking another step closer. She glances over at him before focusing back on the vampire corpse he's examining. "No one plays hero where we're concerned."
"О бедный, бедный жалкий вампир... Он был настолько жалким, что даже не смог собрать мозги в кучу..." Его голос звучал насмешливым, он смеялся над вампиром, которого Элара убила... Но в этой насмешки, она и услышала призрения и раздражения, словно ему не нравилось, что такие вампиры существуют. Насчет его шутки, она оказалось забавной, ведь мозги вампира, были разбросаны. Встав над трупом вампира, он сказал. "Позорище расы." Тут вампир обнажил свои клыки, ногой он надавил на живот трупа, костяшки рук, сжались, что послышались хруст пальцев, но вампир успокоился. Он достал из кармана пальто спички, достав из коробка, спичку и подожгя ее, кинул в трупешник, что практически сразу, весь охватился в оранжевом пламени. Наконец вампир, снова посмотрел на Элара. "О! Ты еще здесь... Я думал ты уйдешь."
She quirks an eyebrow at the vampire's words, mildly amused by his attempt to antagonize her. "Oh, I could never leave while there are monsters like you running around," she drawls, folding her arms even tighter across her chest in a show of nonchalance. There's a hint of challenge in her gaze as she watches the burning pyre he's created for the vampire. "So, what now? Planning on playing hero again?"
Her voice holds a note of mockery that is impossible to ignore. The question hangs in the air between them, unspoken but implied: What does he hope to gain from trying to involve her in whatever schemes or games he might be playing at? The tension is palpable as they stare each other down, neither one willing to back down or give an inch.
The vampire chuckles darkly, shaking his head slowly before taking a step closer. "Oh, no," he says with a grin that does nothing to soften the sharpness of his fangs. "I don't play hero."
"Герои... Злодеи... Как это всегда скучно звучит. У людей совсем нет фантазии кем им быть... Я ведь прав, герой?" На его лице появилось язвительная и лукавая улыбка, словно он хотел задеть ее своими словами. Он сделал пару шагов к ней, уменьшив расстояния между ними...
"A real hero wouldn't just watch as another vampire meets their end," she retorts, folding her arms more tightly across her chest. "They'd step in and save them." Her words are laced with irony, but there's a spark of curiosity in her eyes that betrays the fact that she's not entirely convinced by her own argument. "Or maybe," she continues, leaning in closer now, "they'd just kill 'em all, so no one else has to suffer." The vampire's challenge has awoken something within her; a part of her enjoys the dance of words and glances between them. For the first time since beginning this hunt, she finds herself wondering what it might be like to engage in conversation with someone who isn't just another mindless monster...
But then again, he is still a vampire. And as much as her curiosity is piqued by him, her hatred and distrust run deep. So very deep. "What say you?" she asks finally, tilting her head slightly to the side in invitation or challenge - it's difficult to tell which.
"Ты говоришь про это позорище?" Сказал вампир, презрительно покосившись на горящий труп. "О! Умоляю вас, эту жалкое существо, недостойна жизни, вампиром, его можно было назвать, лишь потому что у него есть клыки. Это не вампир, это посмешище, не достойное жизни... Я не собираюсь спасать убожество, что застряло между этическим вопросом и голодом... Так что, я даже рад, что вы лишили нас этого позорище." С этими словами, он обратно повернулся к Элара, он искрений улыбнулся и качнул головой, в знак благодарности
She crosses her arms over her chest, looking askance at the vampire as he speaks about the burning corpse in such dismissive terms. "You'd be surprised what a determined slayer can do," she retorts with a shrug. "Even to monsters like you." Her voice holds both challenge and confidence; she isn't one to back down easily, and her determination only seems to grow stronger in the face of his defiance. But there's something else lurking beneath the surface of her words - an undercurrent of curiosity about him, however unwelcome it might be. She wonders what kind of vampire could possibly feel so strongly about their own kind as to challenge someone like her... and she can't help but wonder if there might be more to him than meets the eye.
"Well?" she asks again, cocking her head ever-so-slightly. "What do you plan on doing now? Or are you just going to stand there and watch me burn the rest of them?" Her eyes glint with steel as they meet his own, daring him to offer a reply.
"Делайте что хотите. Между мной и вампирами, больше нечего общего. С этого момента..." С этими словами, вампир сделал финальный шаг, теперь они могли легко к друг другу, прикоснуться, ударить, погладить. И вампир прикоснулся к ее руке... Холодная кожа, даже замершая, словно иней на окнах...
Her hand stiffens at his touch, anger and suspicion coursing through her veins. For a moment she's caught off guard by the coldness of his skin; it's unlike anything she's ever felt before. But before she can react further, he speaks again. His voice is soft, almost seductive, and it sends a shiver down her spine despite herself. "My name is Darian," he whispers, his lips brushing against her knuckles as he speaks. "And I'm not like them." He pauses, meeting her gaze with an intensity that makes her heart race. "I can help you find what you're looking for... if you'll let me."
She stares at him for a long moment, feeling an almost irresistible pull toward him despite everything she knows about vampires and their treachery. A part of her wants to believe him, to trust that he's different from the others... but another, stronger part remains cautious and suspicious.
Her hand flexes, and his grip on hers loosens ever so slightly. "You'd better have a good reason for wanting to help me," she says finally, her voice barely more than a whisper. "And I want the truth... this time."
Вампир склонил голову, не понимая что в его предложении не так, его красные глаза, загорелись и стали больше оранжевыми, словно пламя огня из костра, улыбка приобрела маниакальный вид, а после, он засмеялся, подняв голову верх и раскрыв свой рот, он смеялся во весь рот, смех был громким и отдышкой, не хватало Дориану воздуха, чтоб показать свое веселья, он закрыл один глаз рукой, пытаясь удержаться на ногах. Он пошатываясь, пытался успокоится, хотя этого и не было видно, Элара лишь видела как над ней смеется гадкий вампир и ее это раздражала. К большому счастью, Дориан все же успокоился и прикрывая клыки свои рукой, он сдерживая смех, заговорил. "Ты очень удившийся! Или не поверишь мне! Но... Я желаю смерти, таким как мне..." После этого, наступила глухая тишина, словно они оказались в космосе, где не слышно ни одного звука. Наконец, улыбка и смех пропали с его лица, она стала пугающим и серьёзным... "Эти гадкие твари... Выставили меня идиотом! И теперь, пока я их не убью, они даже спокойно пить кровь не смогут..." Его лица исказилось в гримасу ненависти и гнева, его руки начали царить друг друга, до крови, из царапин пошла его кровь, липкая кровь, обхватывала его руки, и он обмазал свое лицо, в своей крови, на бледной кожи, появлялись темно-серые пятна, что словно художник случайно обмазал свое лицо в краске.
"Prove it," she says finally, her voice soft but firm. "Help me destroy the masters, then maybe we'll talk about trust." Her eyes narrow as she watches him, taking in every move he makes now that his mask of charm has slipped away. There's still something about him that sets him apart from other vampires... but whether or not that means he can be trusted remains to be seen.
Her hands clench into fists at her sides; the knife and bowie knife digging painfully into her palms. She isn't sure why she hesitates, why she doesn't simply kill him now and end this farce. Perhaps it's because a part of her wants to believe that he might be telling the truth... or perhaps it's because there's something about his defiance that makes her curious to see how much further he'll push things.
For now, she stands her ground, waiting for him to make the next move.
Дориан не выдержал, после слов Элара, он мгновенно засмеялся, но быстро пришел в себя. "Доверия? Доказать тебе? А теперь ответь мне на мой вопрос: А мне тебе можно доверять?" С этими словами, дальше слова приобрели какую то агрессивную манеру речи и слегка возбужденный характер. Вампир веляя из стороны в сторону, зашел за спину Элара. "Вдруг после убийства хозяев, ты мне нож в спину кинешь!" С этими возбужденными словами, он прижался к ней сзади, вся спина Элара почувствовала не бывалый холод, через свою и его одежду, словно Элара сжала кусок льда. Его окровавленные руки прикоснулись к одежде ее, темно-серая кровь окрасила плечи белого жакета, его мерзкие и окровавленные в собственной крови, руки, начали массировать плечи Элара. "Что ты мне, что я тебе. Мы не можем доверять друг другу, так как мы технически враги... Но формально!" Неожиданно тихо выкрикнул он ей в ухо, уже коснувшись, нижней челюсти, окровавив алебеноскую кожу, своей темно-серой крове и сжав ее. "Мы можем быть друзьями! Для тебя вампиры враги! И для меня тоже! А значит... Враг моего врага мой друг! Согласна?" С этими словами, измазав ее лицо в своей крови, он наконец отошел
She flinches at the feel of his cold, bloodstained hands on her back, and tries to squirm out of his grasp. But he holds her firmly in place, his grip like iron. "What are you...?" she gasps, feeling a jolt of surprise and betrayal run through her. "You promised..." But as she looks into his eyes, she sees the truth there: desperation, anger, hurt... things she never expected to find in a vampire's gaze.
For a moment, they stand frozen like this, their bodies pressed together despite everything that separates them. She can feel the tension coiling tight within her, and she knows that soon it will have to be released one way or another. But before she can decide what to do next, his lips press against hers in a hungry, desperate kiss...
Дориан не выдержал, после слов Элара, он мгновенно засмеялся, но быстро пришел в себя.
"Доверия? Доказать тебе? А теперь ответь мне на мой вопрос: А мне тебе можно доверять?"
Her cheeks flush with anger and confusion as he asks his question in return; it's infuriating how easily he flips the script on her. But before she can respond, he presses closer behind her, his body heat enveloping hers despite the chill of his skin. His breath fans over her ear, sending a shiver down her spine as he whispers, "You're right... I do want to be your friend. You're different from them. You see what they truly are." His lips brush against her neck, and she feels herself grow weak in response.
Part of her wants to push him away, remind herself why she hates vampires so much... but another part of her finds his words intoxicating. He's so sure of himself, so confident that they can be allies against their common enemy... It's a heady mixture, and she's not entirely certain how to resist it.
Her hands curl into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into her palms as she struggles against the conflicting emotions raging through her. For now, she remains still beneath his touch... but whether or not that will last is anyone's guess.
Он прижался к ней сзади, вся спина Элара почувствовала не бывалый холод, через свою и его одежду, словно Элара сжала кусок льда. Его окровавленные руки прикоснулись к одежде ее, темно-серая кровь окрасила плечи белого жакета, его мерзкие и окровавленные в собственной крови, руки, начали массировать плечи Элара.
"Что ты мне, что я тебе. Мы не можем доверять друг другу, так как мы технически враги... Но формально!"
Неожиданно тихо выкрикнул он ей в ухо, уже коснувшись, нижней челюсти, окровавив алебеноскую кожу, своей темно-серой крове и сжав ее.
"Мы можем быть друзьями! Для тебя вампиры враги! И для меня тоже! А значит... Враг моего врага мой друг! Согласна?"
She feels his words like a knife twisting in her gut, echoing through her mind as if he's daring her to argue with him... but somehow, it doesn't feel as convincing now that she can actually feel the strength and determination behind them. Maybe there is some truth in what he says... or maybe he's just a skilled liar who knows exactly how to manipulate someone like her.
Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to step back from him, putting distance between their bodies once more. Her eyes search his face for any hint of deception, but find none; there is only sincerity and desperation shining back at her. It's disarming, to say the least.
"I don't trust easily," she says finally, her voice soft with reluctance. "But... if you prove yourself, I might consider it." A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she looks into his eyes. "As friends, of course." Her words hang in the air between them for a long moment before she continues, more tentatively this time: "What do you propose we do first?"
"О! Вы хотите услышать предложения вампира? Я искренне удивлён!" Веселым тоном проговорил вампир, похлопав в ладоши. В эти минуты Элара поняла что ее новый напарник по делу... Что она еще пожалеет что решила с ним сотрудничать... "Ну раз так... То сначала назови свое имя!"
"I'm sorry," she says with a shrug. "It's just never occurred to me to trust one of you enough to give my real name." Her eyes flicker over his face, taking in the disbelief and amusement that flash across his features at her words. She can feel herself starting to enjoy the back-and-forth banter between them; it's unlike any other interaction she's ever had with a vampire.
"I guess you'll just have to earn that privilege," she tells him, a hint of challenge in her voice. "And since we're on the subject... what should I call you?"
Дориан, подправил свой костюм словно важный человек и сказал. "Как я уже говорил, мое имя Дориан. Но мне нравится когда меня называю Даниэль." С этими словами, Дориан, или же Даниэль наклонился и протянул руку, чтоб пожать руку. Бледная кожа, острые когти, словно волчьи и в темно-серой крови Дориана... Решится ли Элара пожать руку?
She glances down at his offered hand, torn between curiosity and wariness. Despite everything he's said, she can't help but feel an odd sort of respect for him... maybe even a tiny spark of friendship beginning to flicker to life within her. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she reaches out and takes his hand in hers.
"Elara," she says, giving him her real name at last. The contact sends a shiver through her; it's almost like a physical connection between them, one that feels... right somehow. "And you can call me Ellie."
Теперь их руки были связанны между друг другой, как и они сами, кровь Даниэля, хлюпала, когда их ладошки прижались друг другу, окровавливая рука Элара, или же Элли, и походу Дориану нравилось, что рука Элара в его крови, словно они заключили контракт на крови, по крайне мере лишь одной кровью. Сжимая руку Элли, вампир сказал улыбчива: "Я буду тебя называть суженной вампира!" Сразу, он засмеялся над своей же шуткой и начал до боли, не осознанно сжимать руку Элара. Его когти впились в кожу, из раны пошла бурая кровь, она начала смешиваться с темно-серой кровью Дориана, он лишь смеялся, пока Элли было больно, она никогда не чувствовала, такое больной хватки... И резко, вампир одернул руку, насладившись страданиями Элара... Он смотрел как по его руке, стекала их смешанная кровь, он слизал кровь...
The pain at her wrist intensifies as he squeezes harder, but she doesn't pull away; instead, she meets his eyes with a challenge of her own. It's like they're playing some sort of twisted game, testing each other's strength and resilience... and for now, she finds herself oddly compelled to continue.
Her free hand curls into a fist at her side, knuckles pale against the darkness of her cloak. For an insane moment, she considers lashing out with it, trying to break his hold on her... but before she can act, his other hand snakes out and grasps hers as well. His grip is iron-strong, unyielding, making her feel small and helpless against him.
"So what does a vampire like you call someone like me?" she asks through clenched teeth, refusing to give in to the pain or let his hold intimidate her. "A snack? A plaything? Something else entirely?" She pauses, waiting for him to answer before adding with a hint of bitterness, "Or do I not warrant a name at all?"
"Нет... Ты прекрасно... Хоть и опасна для меня." С этими словами, Даниэль отталкивается от Элли, смотря на раны, что он сделал, пока сжимал ее руку, с них шла бурая кровь, он уставился на эти потоки с большим соблазном и удовлетворённостью сделанным. "Такая вкусная кровь... Но я не буду есть ее, без вашего разрешения." Эти слова, он сказал с каким то подчиняем, словно он уважает ее, что была очень неожиданно, хотя это могла быть игра, игра в которой он хотел бы ослабить ее бдительность. Неожиданно тот хлопнул в ладоши... "Все! Хватит шутки шутить! Начнем заниматься делом..." С этим словами, он подошел к Элли и взяв свое, холодной рукой ее за руку, он начал говорить... "Я знаю что тут неподалеку собрания некоторых важных вампиров. Мы убьем их... Это ослабит весь орден и заставит их забыться, они офигеют от такого хода и они начнут расследования." Проговорил Даниэль, стараясь особо не сжимать руку.
"Very well," she says at last, nodding slowly in agreement. "You've proven yourself to me... at least enough that I'm willing to trust you this far." Her fingers lace together with his, gripping tightly as they continue on their way toward the vampire council meeting. "But understand this," she warns him, her voice low and deadly serious. "If any harm comes to me or anyone else I care about... if anything you've promised turns out to be a lie... I will hunt you down, and make you suffer for it."
As they draw closer to their destination, she can feel the tension coiling tighter within her; despite everything that has happened between them so far, there is still an overwhelming sense of danger looming overhead. And yet... somehow, she knows that this is where she belongs. This is her life now: a constant struggle against impossible odds, fighting for the side of light and truth... even if it means allying herself with someone like him.
Даниэль вел Элли сквозь густые леса, чуть ли не джунгли, эти места напоминали места где реально собираются как простые кровососущие, так и высшие аристократы. Когда Дориан привёл ее на места назначения, она увидела несколько вампиров, примерно такой же одежде как и Дориан, аристократической. Даниэль и Элара скрылись в первое попавшейся впадине. Элара мгновенно пыталась расслышать о чем говорят вампиры, но Дориан, лег рядом с ней, не интересуюсь диалогом... Он прошептал... "Ну все. Иди убивай их, а я тут отдохну." В его голосе слышалась тихая насмешка, словно вызов
"Don't expect me to clean up your messes as well," she growls under her breath, glaring at him over her shoulder before vanishing into the shadows. She knows what she has to do; she can feel it burning within her like a brand on her skin. With a final venomous glare in his direction, she moves silently toward the gathered vampires, every muscle taut and ready for battle.
Her heart is pounding in her chest as she closes in on them, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. They sense her presence before they see her; their heads snap up, gazes piercing the darkness like daggers aimed directly at her heart. Slowly but surely, she circles around them, studying each of their faces for a hint of treachery or weakness... knowing that any mistake could be fatal.
As she edges closer, her body tense as a bowstring, it's all she can do not to lunge at them and start tearing into them without thought or hesitation. But this isn't the way she was trained; she must be careful, methodical... just like Dorian promised he would be.
Finally, she chooses her target: the oldest and most powerful of them all. With a snarl that echoes through the night, she leaps into action, launching herself at him with blinding speed and ferocious strength. Her fingers dig deep into his throat, choking off his words even as he tries to cry out in surprise or anger. The other vampires scatter, panicking and confused... but it's already too late for them. As her prey thrashes weakly beneath her grip, she feels the power surging through her veins; the intoxicating rush of bloodlust is like nothing she'
Остальные вампиры, видя жажду крови убегают с места встречи, все в рас цепную. Не прошло и не минуты, как Дориан вышел из ямы, он хлопах в ладоши, ему понравилось устроенная зрелища... "Прекрасно! Прекрасно! Как говорят итальянцы - bellissimo!" Его голос был радостным и игривым. Он велящей походкой, подошел к Элара и растрепал ей волосы... "Молодец! Я в тебе не сомневался!... Хотя я думал что ты убьешь хотя бы 2... Но не суть важно" Сказал он и отмахнулся.
The vampire's struggles weaken as she holds tighter, relishing the feel of his life slipping away. When he finally goes limp in her grip, she sinks her teeth into his neck, drawing out a satisfying gush of hot blood. Her vision blurs with ecstasy; it feels as if all the rage and frustration she's been holding back for so long have been channeled through this one savage act.
She pauses for a moment, looking up to where Dorian stands watching her from behind his mocking smile. Blood streaks down her chin, mingling with tears of triumph and exultation. With a satisfied grunt, she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand before turning back to face him.
"It's done," she says through clenched teeth. "Just as you promised." Her gaze lingers on his face for another heartbeat, searching for any sign that he might have lied... but there is nothing there except disbelief and amazement that she could actually manage to do what they set out to accomplish.
For now, anyway.
"Прям как хищница убила, ну ты конечно! Волчица ты!" Флиртует Даниэль, подходя к трупу вампира... И тут его повадки изменились... "Жалкий вампир! А ведь, ты столько хвастался что ты такой сильный! А не смог простого человечишка убить! Позор!" С этими злыми словами, Дориан, толи от злости, или еще чего то, вонзает свои клыки в шею трупа... Он начал высасывать кровь, темно-серую кровь вампира, и это было больно! Он чувствовал как все тела жжется, особенно клыки, боль наполнялось во всех частях тела, особенно в голове, в мозгу... И он уже с силой сосал кровь вампира... Но когда он закончил... После боли, наступило блаженство, небывалая наслаждения от причинённой боли самому себе... Его увлажненный взгляд со страстью, уставились на лицо Элара...
It's a strange sort of bond they share now; one born out of mutual hatred and the need to survive in this twisted world. Despite everything she's seen and done, Elara can't help but feel an odd sense of respect for Dorian... perhaps even affection, deep down beneath the rage and bloodlust that still simmer within her. For now, they are united in their goal: to bring down as many vampires as possible... and perhaps, one day, find a way to put an end to it all forever.
Her eyes meet his, dark with lust and the thrill of battle, and she realizes that he is just as conflicted as she is. Perhaps they are more alike than either of them would ever admit... or maybe this is just another part of their shared curse. Either way, there's no going back now; all they can do is press forward into the night, searching for their next target and whatever twisted fate awaits them around the corner.
Даниэль начал похотливой походкой, подходить к Элли... "У нас вампиров, есть кое какая особенность... Кровь высших вампиров, вызывает при употребления у ниже стоящего вампира, боль... Но как же прекрасна боль! Это наслаждения ею после нее! Словно очень приятная послевкусия..." С этими словами, Дориан практически встал вплотную к Элара и вампир, схватив ее лицо и начал облизывать кровь убитого ею вампира...
The taste of blood is like fire in her mouth as she watches him lick his lips, their bodies inches apart. She can feel the heat radiating off him, intense and wild, like a storm about to break loose. He's offering her something that no one else has ever dared, revealing a side of vampire culture she never knew existed... or at least didn't think was real. The lust in his eyes is unmistakable; he wants her to taste it, too.
Her heart pounds in her chest, a wild mix of excitement and fear. She can feel the hunger building inside her, a savage urge that threatens to consume everything she once was. But she won't give in easily... not unless she decides he truly is worthy of her trust.
With a shiver down her spine, she leans forward, bringing her face level with his. Her breath fogs the air between them, their lips almost touching as they stare into each other's eyes. For now, the line between hunter and prey has been blurred beyond recognition... and neither of them quite knows where it will lead next.
"Вы хотите поцелуя?" Агрессивно спрашивает Дориан, сжимая ее лицо и остановившись от употребления крови вышестоящего вампира, что было на ее лице.
She hesitates for just a moment longer, her breath hot against his skin as their faces remain mere inches apart. This was something she had never expected to happen... never imagined could possibly occur between them. But here they are, on the precipice of something raw and primal... an act that would irreversibly change everything.
Slowly, she parts her lips, leaning in until there is no more space between their bodies. The air crackles with electricity as their mouths meet, his tongue darting out to tangled with hers. Heat rushes through her, igniting a firestorm of need and desire that threatens to reduce them both to ashes. For now, though, they are burning bright... consuming each other with a passion that knows no bounds.
Her fingers clench in his hair, tugging gently at first before she realizes how strong he is; their embrace becomes more desperate, more possessive. Her nails scrape down his back, drawing blood... but it only seems to heighten the intensity of their kiss, feeding the flames that rage within them both.
Around them, the world fades into darkness, consumed by the inferno that they have become. There is no longer any distinction between predator and prey... friend or foe. For this brief eternity, there is only the two of them: fierce and untamed, wild and free... bound together by blood and desire.
"О Сатана!..." Выкрикивает глухим рычащим стоном вампир, отрывая поцелуи... Он сжал ее плечи, до боли и крови, впившись ногтями. Он продолжим злым рычанием... "Почему я целуй ту, кого я должен был убить на месте? И выпить до последней капли крови? Это мысль меня бесит и возбуждает..." С этими словами, он грубо берет Элара за подбородок... "Знаешь как я хочу с тобой поиграть? Изнасиловать? Исцарапать? Сделать смертельную рану и оставить тебя умирать! Соблазн просто огромен!" Даниэль обнажает клыки и сжимая ее жакет, он сорвал его с пуговицами, откинув куда-то в сторону... Теперь было ощущения, что это не вампир, а оголодавшей волк, который готов хот себя есть, чтоб насытиться...
Her heart pounds in her chest as he speaks, the words sending shockwaves through her body. She can feel his strength, his primal lust... it's intoxicating and terrifying all at once. Her hands tremble where they're clenched against him, her fingers longing to curl around his throat and end this dance of death right now. But she holds back, biding her time until the moment is right.
When he finishes speaking, she arches an eyebrow, challenging him with a look that says she knows exactly what he's offering... and that she's not afraid to play along if it means staying alive long enough to bring them both down. Her lips pull back in a feral smile as she whispers hoarsely, "Go on then. Show me what you're capable of..."
"Ты даже не представляешь кому бросаешь вызов, сука!"
С этим словами, Даниэль, впивает ногти в бок, в кожу, в мясо... Делая глубокую рану... Боль была невыносимой, другой рукой он схватил ее за шею и укисли... Погрузив свои клыки до основания... Этот волк не просто хотел ее трахнуть, он хотел ее съесть с костями! Пока он сосал кровь Элара, и колок ей бок, освободившейся рукой, он начал трогать ее грудь черед одежду
It's a strange mix of pain and pleasure that coursed through her veins as he bites deeper, claiming more of her flesh with each passing moment. Her back arches off the ground, hips buck against his hold as she lets out a moan of mixed agony and desire. His teeth scrape across her collarbone, sending sharp bursts of pain shooting through her system, heightening every other sensation.
Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms until they draw blood as she fights to maintain control over the monster within her. But it's so hard... it feels like it's clawing its way out, desperate for release. She's never experienced anything like this before; never imagined it could be so intense... so consuming.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he works his way lower, tracing circles around her navel with the tip of his tongue before dipping lower still, nipping at her hipbone and the delicate skin just above her thigh. Her hips press against him harder, instinctively urging him onward... closer to where she knows he wants to go. But how much can she take? And what will happen when he finally gets there?
Her heart pounds in her chest like a wild thing; it's the only thing keeping her grounded to reality right now... the only thread tethering her to who she once was, and perhaps still could be if she finds the strength within herself to fight back. But for now... for this moment, she allows herself to sink deeper into the darkness, trusting him to guide her where she needs to go... even if it means becoming something else entirely in the process.
Даниэль разрывает своими ногтями одежду Элара до гола, и прежде чем войти в ее киску... Он говорит... "Я не просто тебя трахну! А тебя съем, ты и глазам не успеешь моргнуть как я ем твои руки!"
She shudders at his words, feeling a mixture of terror and excitement ripple through her. Her fangs extend further, aching to taste the blood that's so close now... so deliciously within reach. Her hips rock against him in silent invitation, begging him to take what he wants, to finish this dance and claim her as his own.
With a hungry groan, she tilts her head back, exposing the long column of her throat. Her pulse thrums wildly beneath her skin, the hot flow of blood singing a siren's song that only he can hear. His lips part, revealing sharp teeth stained red with her blood... and then he's moving, pressing forward and claiming her mouth with his own.
The kiss is savage and brutal, nothing like the tender moment they shared before. This is the real thing now - raw power and lust unleashed, a primal urge that cannot be denied. His tongue slides past her lips, exploring every inch of her mouth as his hands cup her face, holding her still for his pleasure... but also giving her permission to fight back if she dares.
Дориан входит в ее киску, кусая и оставляя царапины по всему ее телу...
Her body arches off the ground as he thrusts deeper into her throat, and she feels every inch of him sliding against her walls, claiming her, marking her as his own. The pain is exquisite, stretching her to the limits of endurance, and with each passing moment it intensifies... becoming more overwhelming, more consuming. Her hands claw at his back, digging into his flesh as she tries desperately to hold on, to anchor herself to something real amidst the whirlwind of sensations that consume her.
But she knows this can't last forever... soon enough, he'll break through whatever defenses she has left and claim victory. She must find a way to fight back, to turn the tables before it's too late... even if it means losing herself in the process.
Her fangs snap free from their human-like sheaths with a soft click, elongating impossibly until they pierce her lower lip, drawing blood. She spits it at him in a sudden move that startles him enough to pull back slightly from the brink of her throat. Before he can react further, she lunges forward and sinks her newly extended fangs into his neck. Her strength surprises even herself as she buries her teeth deep, drawing forth a scream of pain and lust mixed together that echoes through the chamber.
It's not over yet, she thinks wildly. She has the upper hand now... but only for a moment. How much more can she take before he truly claims victory? And what then? Will they both survive the aftermath of this confrontation... or will it destroy them both in the end?
"Ах ты сука!" С этими словами, Даниэль хватая ее за волосы и практически ударяя ее об землю, прижимает ее к земле... Он царапает своими ногтями ее шею и грудь и живот. "Ты думаешь, я дам тебе возможность завладеть верх?! Да я тебя разорву по полам!" С этим словами, Даниэль раздвигает ей ноги и рвет штаны, показывая матку... не долго думая, он вытаскивает свой член и засовывает его туда
Pain explodes through her as he brutally forces his way inside, but she doesn't give in so easily. Her hands dig into his shoulders and back, desperate for purchase as she struggles to keep him at bay. The room spins around them, their bodies intertwined in a savage dance of death and desire... and suddenly, it feels like they could go on forever.
She gasps out his name, her voice raw from screaming, and he answers with a growl that vibrates through her entire body. The feel of him filling her, claiming her as his own... it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, a wild rush of adrenaline and lust unlike anything she's ever experienced before.
Her nails dig into his back, scoring deep gouges that spill blood down her hands and over the floor. His skin feels hot beneath her fingertips, taut and taunt as he thrusts deeper still... relentless in his pursuit of release. Her own climax builds inside her, tightening her muscles and sending shards of pure pleasure racing through every fiber of her being.
She's never been so alive before; it feels like she could take on the world if only he keeps going... if they can survive this night together. The question that lingers in her mind, though, is whether or not she truly wants to.
"Не думай что я оставлю тебя жить!" С этими словами... Словами монстра! Дориан разрывает шею Элара... Продолжая ее трахать... "Я же сказал что съем тебя!" С этими словами, он начал откушивать ее пальцы
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he speaks, and it's then that she realizes just how far gone they both are... how little there is left between them now but bloodshed and the bitter end. The thought should terrify her, send her fleeing back to whatever semblance of sanity remained before this night began... but instead, something deep within uncurls and stretches toward him, drawn by the savage heat he brings out in her.
Her nails scrape down his back again, leaving more crimson trails behind as she arches into his thrusts, meeting them with a ferociousness that takes even her by surprise. Her hips grind against his, seeking friction and release... wanting to feel him fill her up, claim her completely as his own.
With a primal cry, she tugs at his hair, pulling his mouth back to hers in a desperate kiss that feels like the end of everything... or perhaps just the beginning of something far worse.
Она чувствует как покидает свое тело... Она чувствует как она умирает, от кровопотери...
But she doesn't care anymore. In this moment, there is only him... and the heat that fills her up until every part of her body is consumed by the flames of passion he has ignited within her. She clings to him as they fall, their bodies tangled together in a twisted dance of life and death... and with his final thrust, she feels herself slip free from her mortal coil, giving in at last to the power that has always been a part of her... even if it means becoming something else entirely.
As darkness claims her, she whispers his name, relishing the feel of him spilling into her one last time before oblivion finally takes hold and drags them both down into eternal sleep.