Tell me I'm a bad, bad man. [Open]

[Marieke DiGeorgio]

Nights of the new moon were always the worst. Marieke tried her hardest not to work on nights when it was the new moon like this, when there was no natural light, and her fear played tricks on her. But tonight, she didn't have a choice. When a woman appeared at your door, sobbing and begging to help her because someone took her baby away from her....it was just one of those things. It was dark, and so propriety hadn't been an issue tonight, leaving Marieke free to wear her riding breeches and a white shirt, with her father's coat over it. Of course, she had all of her gear on her as well, but her paralyzing fear of the dark was overwhelming her, and slowing her progress. With her eyesight gone, she was relying heavily on her other senses, picking through the remains of the day's activity at Hyde Park.

Marieke was working under the assumption that the baby was already dead. This was more about vengeance than anything else, and she would have her revenge on whoever had decided it was alright to abduct babies in the night, and slaugther them. Her long brown hair was left unbound, swinging behind her as she stalked quietly through the park grounds, stumbling now and then over tree roots and the like. She wished desperately that there was moonlight out, or that she didn't work alone. The comforting solace of a partner would have been wonderful right now, but by her own arrogance she had destroyed that support. Sniffling back some tears that flowed freely as a result of her fear, she paused. There was the tangy smell of blood on the air, and the sudden high scream of an infant. Fear or no fear, Marieke sprinted towards the sound.

The male had yet to hurt the child, laying the squalling infant on the ground, trying to unbundle it. Doubtless, the Vampire was having a hard time getting to the neck. Marieke didn't have time to worry about being graceful. She tackled the Vampire, rolling him away from the now-screaming infant. She knew that she would have to work fast, because the child's cries would soon be drawing all sorts of unwanted attention, and Marieke couldn't be having that. The male rolled to atop of her, ripping at the shirt along her collar, trying to reach for her neck. Bringing her knee up to meet his groin with as much force as she could muster, she rolled, grabbing her stake from the lining of her coat, slamming it into his face. The man growled, and flung her away. Marieke cried out as she struck a tree back-first, but she threw herself at the Vampire, catching his arm with her stake, driving it through to the ground below him. Pinned, the Vampire struck at her.

Marieke withstood his blows, sickened as his injested blood and his own intermingled and fell to her, sticking to her cloth and and her skin. Several times Marieke swallowed bile. She could never get over the blood- not the idea of it, but knowing that it didn't all belong to the man it bled from. It took her a long time to try to wrestle her spare stake free from her coat- while she did, the Vampire had laid his free hand on a stick. Shoving it into her shoulder, she could feel her muscle tear, her blood vessels pop, the stick grinding against bone to push through and out of her skin to the back. Marieke knew that she screamed, and gasping curses under her breath, she finally freed her stake, and plunged it straight through the heart of the man beneath her.

Slowly, she stumble back, taking the stick in her shoulder in one hand. For several minutes she simply sat there, working up the nerve to break off the end of the stick that was protruding so badly. She groaned again, cursing and swearing in ways that would apall her father, but then she pulled herself to her feet, and stumbled over to the infant, scooping the little girl into her good arm, and righting herself. Normally, she cleaned up her messes, but tonight she certainly wasn't in the mood. She had to get to James. Much as she disliked the Doctor, he could treat her, and she wouldn't have to go to someone who would tell her father what she had been doing.

Supposing she made it there. It was some walk, and Marieke wasn't sure she was in the state to fight off any predators who might come after her and the child. Praying softly under her breath, she continued to stumble in the direction of one Dr. James Lancet.

[Jutendouji]

<sup>Alerted by the shrill noises, that made the air shiver pathetically in tangent. With the new moon glittering in the sky, eclipsing the grass and vegetation of Hyde part on a effervescent silver. The beast began to prowl, roused by the scents that teased and taunted her senses, dancing around… so many different tastes. Silver traced her every outline, silken black tresses twitched slightly as she began to move, hunched over and low predatory optics glittering out, basking in the lustre of the engorged moon.
She let her slender fingers embed cruelly in the grass, long nails digging into the soil, the fabric of her clothes were soundless, faded and torn in places, a shadow of the brilliance they’d once been graced with, dirtied with old blood, and blooded with dirt, they flailed weakly after her. She pushed herself up to stand more like a human being, bare feet unable to feel the lush chill that tickled her feet as they met the grass.
The scent got stronger, the sound from before….that of a child probably. She didn’t like children…to weak and pathetic as well as being frightfully changing, like little demons…they’d have you waiting on them like slaves before long… at least that was how she’d figured it.
She scowled, letting an optic of umber crimson hue narrow elegantly, increasing the ferine beauty of her pronounced face, high cheekbones and unmarked moon bathed skin.

It wasn’t long before the delectable scents had led her to the scene of a crime, Byakko eyed the body of the vampire, crouching down, letting the black fabric of her customised and decimated obi part and reveal a tan leg, the colour obscured by the night…making her skin appear almost black…with a blue taint the moon rimmed the contours of her body with. She reached out a hand…tilting her head to the side. Inspecting his peaceful expression with a low murr. His blood…thick and dark, long since having gone chill; He would be no good. Byakko didn’t distinguish well between the infected and the humans, they all bled, thusfore they all counted as a source of food. It was the same with gender, she’d treat them all the same… like packaged treats. Her lips parted as they moved into a smile, her fangs poking her bottom lips, threatening to draw blood with their devilish curve. Pressing a food on his chest as she walked over him, Byakko began to prowl again, the blood of someone else melded with the blood of the vampires…he seemed to have lost more then his meal though. She lifted her fingers to her lips, quickening her pace, striding through the park in an elegant gait, letting her claws score every tree that zipped passed.

“Leaving so sooooooooon?” The girl mewled, a sing-song voice playing out as she lunged out in front of them, a flurry of shredded fabrics and then claws as she gripped the woman by her already shredded shirt collar. A fanged grin swept across Byakkos face, eyes flickering to the child, the two mix matched hues suddenly glittering in cruel primeval laughter.
” I hope your gonna be more fun then you look…” She murred, moving her small feral pupils from the child, to lock onto the woman’s own. A finger was inserted suddenly into the wound on her shoulder, the scent of the blood over powering the concentration Byakko’d previously had on banter. “Or else It’s gonna be bad for that kid there…” The finger hooked round sharply, her nail worsening the damage in it. She pulled the woman closer by it, letting the fingers of her free hand glide down the woman’s cheeks.
”Hows about it? Want to play?”</sup>

[Marieke DiGeorgio]

The blood loss, exhaustion, and terror of the dark must have combined to make Marieke careless and reckless. Later, if she survived this, she would berate herself for her stupid mistakes. Just now, however, she had no time for such feelings of self-disgust. At the moment, a strong woman- clearly a vampiress, her her fingers wrapped in her collar. Her appearance was striking- and it was clear that this creature who had once been an Asian woman was quite pretty. It must have been long ago. Her clothing was old-fashioned, and incredibly tattered; there was also the unmistakable undertones of old blood tinging the air with it's metallic odor. Marieke cursed her luck at having drawn not only a vampire to begin with, but one who was experienced and bestial in nature. Her brown eyes unflinchingly met the feral ones that were facing her, and she felt her hatred for the vampiric race return.
"Got a death wish, have you?" She asked softly.

At this moment, Marieke had absolutely no idea what it was that she planned on doing to this creature. She was out of stakes, the two she'd been carrying were plunged into the carcass of the last vampire that she had slain. The only weapons she had were assorted daggers, and wit. Oh, and the ego that she was flaunting. Some vampires could sense fear, though Marieke never bothered herself with that. She wasn't afraid; in fact, she seldom was. Even now, her mind was calculating what exactly she could do. Slaying this creature would not be an option for her, but keeping her own self and the baby in her arm alive was something she thought she could manage. For once, Marieke found herself wishing that she didn't work alone. However, her thoughts were interupted as a finger plunged itself into her open wound, dragging snarling curses from her lips. Marieke was happy that the child was too frightened to remember this, because she didn't want to teach these words to a child.

Her arm was shooting in pain, as she moved it against the finger digging inside of her shoulder. At the hooking motion, she allowed herself a low groan. It was better if the Vampiress didn't know what she was doing. Her plan was risky, but she hoped it would at least give her a fighting chance. It was what she needed, a chance to fight cleanly, without fearing for the life of the child she held in one arm. Finally, her hand of her wounded arm found a knife hidden within her clothing and loosed it, even as she shook her head.
"No, I'm afraid that I don't play games."

With a swift move, she plunged her knife into the space occupied by the Vampiress, dropping and ripping her shoulder away from the finger, to lower the child to the ground behind her. Then she launched herself to her feet once more. She was sore, aching and bleeding, but at least she felt like she had some sort of fighting chance now, some sort of opportunity to keep herself and the child from dying tonight.

(It sucks a bit, sorry.)

[Jutendouji]

”Not a wish, no…call it a talent” Her fangs flashed in a grin, plush lips parting, one side tilting upward in a sneer. Watching the woman’s face with one that was mostly passive, nothing but that tyrannical smirk tainting those cold lips. Byakko tilted her head very slightly, casing a vibrant ripple to cascade through the waterfall of long black tresses; the woman’s movements were strange, not automatic, not natural…they were purposeful movements and amusingly subtle too! The Vampiress almost giggled at the thought, a fantastic shiver of excitement being cast through the inside of her cold and timeless body.

The glitter of the knife was caught in the moonlight, the flash shattering the umber in her eyes, replacing it with a thick momentary crimson as she flicked a slender arm up, the one that remained bare to the night, the blade was captured in a fist, ruby droplets glittering as they dropped from her palm like tears, slow and well paced, like they were commanded by a silent beat. She uncurled her fist, which hovered in front of her inner shoulder and collar bone. “Ohhhh but I do…” She mused, licking the blood from her palm as she flipped the blade round in her other hand, spinning the handle. Predatory optics still locked on the woman, small pupils becoming even smaller as she was dipped into the bliss of a long leave of sanity.

Her fangs glittered out again, “Let the child go…I promise I won’t go after her just yet” an azure hued orb watched her, with a hue of near white in the center, the pupil more pronounced an noticeable then the one drenched in dried crimson. “She’d be a good hunt later though, don’t you think?”
A chuckle sounded out, as the feral creature dipped her stance low, stray pieces of lace from her form fitting corset flitting about nervously, the fabric was the same, it recoiled from her every movement.
Byakko prowled round, in a slow taunting circle, that got unnoticeably smaller the more times she was allowed to saunter round… She didn’t make a sound; even the fabric was deathly silent.

She crouched down into an animalistic stance, blatantly in front of the mortal, the fabrics of her old clothes spilling out around her like a thick inky puddle, even some of her long black hair pooled on the floor. A small smile tainted her lips and in a flurry of fabrics she pounced, stopping dead inches from the woman’s face, a cold slender claw clutching her chin in a merciful grip. She stepped round, running a long sharp claw round the woman’s neck as she walked. Byakko was toying with her… and it was irritatingly obvious.
Well what did she expect? The mortal hardly counted as a ‘whole meal’, not to mention the state of her… her mind was also occupied in places by the child and in other places there seemed to be a lot of hot air swelling her pretty little head.
”Tsk.” She tutted, resting her head on Marieke’s shoulder, a strange and outrageously careless thing to do, but Byakko had no regard for the rules of remaining within the technicality of ‘living’.
A claw played idly with the Mortals russet bangs, the scent of blood still fresh there, but there was no fun in killing something half killed. “Jumping to conclusions…No one said they were going to kill you. Or the…thing” She waved a hand dismissively toward the child, never turning eyes away from the woman.
Byakko could hear the movement of the blood pumping through her body, well, what was left of it.
”Other people are always playing with my toys, ne?” She mused loudly, sweeping some hair from in front of the Mortal’s neck. Glancing briefly at the skin before she turned her head away, ushering a bone-chilling purr Before she shoved the woman to the side.

”You smell like that old man…” She muttered, speaking of the vampire the mortal appeared to have killed earlier. “Stupid Slayer…can’t kill without getting yourself all dirty” She scoffed slightly, passing a scowl toward the woman, one that disappeared all to quickly though.

Don’t get me wrong. Byakko’s first intentions were still very much there. It’s just that she wanted to try a more entertaining way of going about them.