ShapeshiftrNarek: Hello Miss.
ShapeshiftrNarek: My I inquire as to what you are doing?
Akari Chapelo: Is there something can help you with? ::A grim expression played over the female's face, seemingly carved of a fine bleached bone. An animated arch of a single eyebrow questioned the being before her while a pair of ardently glowing eyes examined the fellow with a predatory resemblance..::
ShapeshiftrNarek: You could allow me to stand guard with you, madam. For even on a fine eve like this, lovely maidens are in danger because there are dangerous men about
Akari Chapelo: ::Danger? She had almost broken what little silence remained by chuckling...almost. A slender hand removed itself from beneath the depths of an unseen pocket. Flicking away several strands of aqua hair, the woman adjusted her position and regained her track of mind. Of Brujah decent, was the vampire. An uncanny vampire whose cunning malicious acts would vouch for that..:: What is it...This danger you speak of? Might I request a response involving who or what might possibly harm one such as myself?
ShapeshiftrNarek: For instance, me. ::he grinned at her confused look at his last statement:: Every two weeks
ShapeshiftrNarek: *I have a burning lust which must be resolved or insanity will resume...
Akari Chapelo: ::Narrow...Oh did those eyes narrow. Utterly in the wrong tastes for such a being to imply with as high regard as this one had for itself. An inquisitive look out of many adorned her streamlined face. Why remain expressionless when there were so many of false to choose from? Toying with confusion, hardly. The faux-human form stood with an impeccable stature. Arms folded smugly under her chest as delicately *seeming* digits idly worked at the leather which clad her body..:: Is that so, you poor excuse for a male?
ShapeshiftrNarek: ::his eyes pinked with slight aggression and amusement. Mostly amusement, he thought. His eyes gave her a once over. My she was a fine little thing. Someone to play with, perhaps. He took a step closer to her, looking down at her, for he was taller. He thought it might intimidate her, but he hoped not. He liked this ones spirit:: Fortunatly for you, little one, that day has just passed. And I am a male, count on it, vampire.
Akari Chapelo: ::Eccentric, was the grin offered. Intimidated? Not in the least bit. Though little...This had to be an exceptionally tall being to imply that the Yakshinian beauty had been anything involving tiny decent. Taking a moment to pass a booted foot before her those pallid expressions hadn't changed. What was this, some deranged type of carnival game? The vampire held silent and took a step closer to the being, equal to the one he's previously taken; as well as in the same manner. Challenging? No. A basic look of disbelief sparkled in those onyx pools, one which simply stated, "Care to play? I'm up for it."::
ShapeshiftrNarek: ::Even as he was a telepath, he couldn't unerstand what she meant by "play". He believed it was vague to her even at the moment. He gave her a triumphant look, without cracking a smile even, and his eyes said, "Bring it on."::
Akari Chapelo: ::This one was surely in for it. A rancorous sigh of exaggerated human mannerism brought forth through the maw. Those voracious little fangs peeked out from beneath crimson-stained, lush tiers. She hadn't time for this, and within a disrespectful series of movements had lulled him into the false sense of interest by her persona..::

ShapeshiftrNarek: ::he could tell what she was thinking, and it made him smile. he would taunt her, just to see her mad:: So are you just going to stand there falling in love with me eyes or are you going to make a move?
Akari Chapelo: ::Thick eyelashes flitted a moment. Uninteresting, indeed. For the bestowal of fair knowledge should have inhabitted his brain by now. Those eyes lowered gradually while her lithe form remained motionless. Those cat-like muscles dare not move; not yet. Oh, but what was this? Dare lying eyes beseech one's thoughts? Perhaps. Rarely had the vampire been angered by such petty attempts, nevertheless had she participated in such act of malice destruction while in foul moods::
ShapeshiftrNarek: ::He was loving this, reading her thoughts and knowing her reactions to him. he raised a hand to stroke her slender neck, fondling it almost lovingly:: What is it, cat? You like me touching you? My hands burning across your skin....
Akari Chapelo: ::Forboding sparks tethered out of a pair of ardent vermillion-toned pools. 'Twas feeding time and no period of which the sanguine stained Brujah should be disturbed. Supined towards the ground Akari released an utterly deranged series of growls. A blood bath had been at stake while the artistic female went about her morbid procedures. Irregular surroundings for such a task had been the make-shift darkness. It had been ages since she graced the room with her exhilerating presense. A face of bleached virgin-white hidden by silken tassels of deep blue. Her every caressful movement over the renaissance aged uniform resembled that of an animated still life. Perhaps her skin having been drawn out with a snow colored ink of perfection and uniquely pronounced through the most exquisit apparel. Though of course in these roughly translated terms that was explained in the simplest matters. Magnificent the creature was. Ever so enticed by her very own actions towards the alluring flesh. As for the unfortunate humanoid, the word Suffering came to mind. While a blood drenched hand lifted up in slow motion, not three seconds later did it seem to stab out with a vampiric speed, [hopefully] clenching the man's hand within her fist, crushing the bone structure within like that of a soda/pop can. Her voice manifested through The Beast, a velvetty tone to it which rang out almost musically in the excitement.:: No touching, darling. Do it again and it will be your man-hood which shall forfeit it's working capabilities.
ShapeshiftrNarek: ::he withdrew his hand before she could snatch at it, for his speed was possibly the fastest in the known universe. it wouldn't have mattered if she had caught it, because no one could break anything in him. now he noticed the whiteness of her face and he sighed:: I think not madam....::he respectfully withdrew his tattered labcoat:: You must feed, madam. ::he canted his head to the left, exposing a great deal of his muscled, tan neck:: go ahead. please. It is my duty to keep you in good health.
Akari Chapelo: ::The one thing, however, that had ever angered the female was that of insipid gestures. The snake being fed a mouse. Though of impervious bone structure; Would that not include impervious skin? Revoking the offer, by fair means or foul, synchronously she had decided to return to the dystopia she had recently been torn from. Rather starve than have been given pity. That up-turned nose scrunched slightly as if to suggest being disgusted by the mere submission::
ShapeshiftrNarek: ::he had made his skin vulnerable for her, he was a shapeshifter after all. he read her thoughts and was suddenly and regrettfully raised his right fist and struck her in the left cheekbone:: if you can't take generosity, take it in a fight! be a vampire, damnit!
Akari Chapelo: ::A roar suddeny had arisen once the slightest touch of his hand had displaced itself over her skin. Ridiculously similar to that of a lion's roar. Sounding out loudly, the man had irritated The Beast. An inner being which all vampires possessed. The pit of one's anger awaken through means of disturbing behavior. However, this vampire had been the stubborn type. For striking back acquired a steel-toed edge to his left temple. One which reacted directly upon contact to her cheekbone; giving extremely little, to no time at all in which dodging was allowed. Barely phased by the strike, what expressions remained were the narrowed ardent pools..::
ShapeshiftrNarek: ::he nearly stumbled to the right, but he caught himself. there was no pain at all, but the force was considerable. he leapt at her, pushing down against her shoulders to land on top of her as her back was to the ground:: Just bite into my neck, you little savage!
Akari Chapelo: A fiesty one, are we? ::That regal head tilted backwards along with taunting eyes closed. That mass of blue hair shadowed the majority of her features now that they had taken to the floor. Was it apparent now? Indeed, the Brujah Yakshinian was a masochist. She giggled at the sheer excitement of it all, then lifted her head to peer straight into his 'pinked eyes.':: And if I choose to disregard each and every little thing that you order me? ::A sparcely pinkened tongue flicked over the tip of a single fang after she had finished speaking, awaiting an answer for her cockiness.::
ShapeshiftrNarek: ::he grinned wryly at her:: then I will take matters into my own hands...::he was going to have some fun now. he used his telepathic ways to heighten her lust for him, to make him seem quite attractive to her::
Akari Chapelo: ::The Beast was in far too much control now. For it had known nothing of lust, or even attraction. Foolish was the shapeshifter. Prolonged awaiting, until finally the silence grew aggitating. Was he going to do something? It was unapparent to her that he had attempted anything in the first place. Null and void. And what if we were to shoot this oppressor in the head? Invincible, the case may have been. Had not it known? For the sake of all things standing for life and death, it was coherent that mind control was out of the question.:: Would you kindly remove yourself from laying on me, asshole?
ShapeshiftrNarek: Why don't you make me, kitten? Please, I love be man-handled....::he was toying with her now, regarding her with amusement::
Akari Chapelo: Realize you have lost all privledges and rights to pet names. ::She mocked his wording and sickeningly cracked each unliving joint in her slender, yet ever so feminine neck.:: Oi..The submissive type? Why don't you go off and find some kind of dominatrix prostitute for such role playing sex games?
ShapeshiftrNarek: Because I've already broken you in...I hate to go and do another job once I've already started..::he pinned her down firmly at the shoulder with his inhuman strength::
Akari Chapelo: ::Broken, tattered and torn. All such things had already been attempted by several before this un named man. Fuuma, a winged demon of hatred and pain for one. Yet, of course Jessiah wouldn't be excluded from this list. No credit given- if his attempt was to succeed in altering her brain patterns to senile, too late. It had already been accomplished.:: And what pray tell do you have in store for little ol' me, Mister? ::Her tone was like that of a child's. One who had been kidnapped from the city park by a rapist stranger. The vixen grinned and tossed her head about in circles, slowly..::
ShapeshiftrNarek: ::he was greatly disturbed by the fact that she had been raped. he hated dishonorable things like that:: Nothing...::he rolled off of her and laid next to her, disgusted that men could do such things::
Akari Chapelo: ::If only her story had been told to the world. Shrugging it off lightly, the female regrouped on the floor and passed those delicate digits over her torso, and concluded by laying palms flat over that muscularly toned stomach..:: As I thought..::She laid in a moment of silence and a tinge of redness twinkled in those onyx pools. The Beast was dying down now, for the fulfillment of her anger had fallen. She had rolled over in the opposite direction as him, and finally stood, dusting herself off of what non-existant particles had gathered on her black clad body. A single last nondescript expression was given to the man until she'd finally turned away into the dark of her make-shift room of decorated blood stained walls...That cat-like grace soon faded when the only thing visible was the lightness of ethereal hands which slowly faded..:: Farewell..