*Kristoff finally returns to his old place... the protected place where the beautiful young men wander around, guarded by other vampires themselves. But then, as he gets sight of the gates, his heart drops to his feet and he stands there, protecting Swan, yet too numb cold with fear to do anything. And it is then the thick smell of too much blood and far too much death comes into his reach. And he breaks into a run, still grasping Swan's hand. she'd better keep up... for he emerges again, into the open, gazing with horror at the bodies piled up atop each other, ravaged and bloodless, vacant eyes staring... a few burnt piles of ash where his vampire warriors had stood.*

"Oh god... you bastard...you sick, sick bastard, what have you done...." *He trembles with barely contained rage... then he runs to the fountain which gushes bloodstained water, throwing his head back, roaring..*

"VICTOOOOOORRR!!!!!!"

*she hears the roar from far off and turns her head to where the sound was heard*

*she spreads her wingsd and flys there hiding behind a large pillar and peeks off to one side to see kirstoof*

The sight and smell become overwhelming as she follows Kristoff into his home... where he first took her... where they fell deeply in love. Her hands rose to her mouth as she looked at all the bodies, not knowing what to do. She turned to look at Kristoff... "Oh my god! He did this... I can smell him like he was just here. He must have sensed it from me when I was here last." She walked to Kristoff and placed a hand on his sholder... "Oh my love... I'm so sorry." Her eyes fell and she started to pull away from him... looking at all the destruction that Victor had caused... "Look at what I have done... I led him here... I've killed them all..." Her eyes looked to his... "Now he wants to kill you... oh god... what have I done..." She turned and started to leave. <How could I have let this happen? Why didn't I sense him here... doing this... oh my god... I must leave before he tries to kill Kris... oh my god.> She began to run, trying to get away from the horror of the place and to save her sweet prince.

*Kristoff stands silent, hearing his own terrifying roar echo... oh, how he hopes Victor will come... unlike Swan, he wants him to come... he would love to kill him, tear him apart and scatter his body to the four winds, to be burnt come the sun. He clenches his hands... turning at once, seeing Swan fleeing from the scene to escape. He lunges forward after her, grasping the katana at his side, his eyes blazing in alarm.* "Swan! Stop this!! You did nothing, now come back here!!!"

*watching as Kristoff and Swan run out she steps from behind the Pillar*

Yes...this will give me time to look around*


*she walks out looking at all the bodys the smell not bothering her at the least*

*she seems to be looking for something*

*she keeps walking around her eyes on the ground screaching*

He hears his cry and smiles wickedly, knowing that he has seen his fury. Out of the shadows he quickly jumps, grabbing Swan by the arm and pulling her close to him... then he sees this man who swears to kill him and laughs. "Seems someone has disturbed your lovely home. It's too bad... I"m sure they all tasted lovely." He licked his lips as though he could still taste each one of them again.

He quickly turned Swan around to let her face Kristoff and placed his hand at her throat, lifting her just a little to where her toes barely touched the ground. "So much trouble over a little thing." He pulled her too him and quickly bit into her neck then released, gasping for air... "but oh how sweetly she tastes."

His eyes stared at Kristoff. "So... what are you going to do now. I have your bitch and killed all of your boys, not to mention your so called guards." He chuckled devilishly. "You don't think you're a match for me do you... boy?" He released Swan and let her fall to the ground as he grabbed his sword hidden beneath his trench coat.

(I can't stay really that long, but we can continue this fight after I leave... I might be able to do a couple posts...anyway..)

*His rage mounts, peaking so that it overflows and empties again, leaving him calm and strangely tired. But prepared... he turns, his body reacquiring that knowledge of battle, ages old and refined with time... he draws the katana, and assumes his stance (looks kinda like Sephiroth's stance from FFVII if you've seen it.) The point outward, his body tall and strong.* "...You care nothing for her... but you would want her anyway... I pity your kind, Victor... such a sad, sad creature... but, if battle we must, then en garde..."

*He flashes forward, the sword whistling with its energy, aiming a well-delivered slice-jab-slice combination.. the first indicated toward the enemy's right shoulder, the jab toward his gut, and the slice across his torso.*

*after wandering around she finds what she was looking for*

*she bends down and picks up a small silver mediallon with a ruby red dragon pendent engraved it*

*she had seen it earlier on a man *

A single V is carved into and sits sits down staring at it*

He was cut but only skin deep, nothing that a quick thought wouldn't heal, but he had to think of this embicile trying to kill him. He looked down and then grabbed at his now tattered shirt, lifts it and then laughs at Kristoff. "Aww... come on. Is that all you've got?" He made a quick lunge at Kristoff swinging his sword to meet his... sparks flew. <He's better than I thought.>

He concentrated on the fight at hand and cared of nothing other than killing this man and taking what was his.

*He grimaces... pushing all of his weight against the sword..so much so, that for an instant, their blades turn red with pressure... his chest rumbles with a growl.* "Is 'talk' all you can do well? I grow weary of your incessant chattering, fool..." *Suddenly he spins aside, the pressure that was suddenly against Victor gone, which would most likely send him sprawling. And to make matters worse, Kristoff sends a kick to the small of his back.* "No one ever found victory in the dirt!"

(Shoot! I has to go, now for tonight... Hell on school!! I hate it!)

OOC: As Victor...

He falls quickly to the ground only to jump back up with cat-like reflexes. He stands before him and wipes away the dust. "Just give her to me and this will be over." Expecting a refusal, he lunged forward again to Kristoff, aiming at his sholder, to wound him. He knew that he would have to kill him in order to take her... and he was willing to do just that. He pushed the sword fiercely into his sholder and looked deep into his eyes... anger glowing deep within.

*Pain, felt only a way known to vampires, like hot fire becomes present in his shoulder, in his back where his shoulder blade connects... he growls, face to face with the man... almost pushing into it, too, to show him that he feels nothing. And in a way he doesn't... but it's more of a detachment from pain that he leans forward, reaching to grab him then by the throat, and throw him aside, sword in the other hand. when and if he throws him aside, he brings the sword up in a vicious, wide arc... no specific target determined, but to simply get him off of him, taking or leaving Victor's sword either way in his shoulder.*

"Get off me... and leave us in peace... you are damned to your own loneliness for your own mistake, and so I have picked up what you left behind. Be GONE!!"

(As Victor...)


He is flung across the ground and lands in a crouching position. "Do you think I'm going to give up so easily?"... laughs wickedly... "You fool... she belongs to me!" He lunges back towards Kristoff... fangs bared... looking to rip out his throat and take his prize... Swan.

(As Kris.)

His eyes widen... more in exasperation than in surprise... his own teeth prick his lip as he throws the sword aside, more toward Swan for her own use while he meets the vampire intruder head-on. "You CAn'T hAVE HER--!!!" He grunts, slamming back against something...maybe the ruins of one of the buildings in his little fort... his claws clawing at the vampire flesh of this man, trying to avoid those deadly teeth.

She picks up the sword and looks at it... then looks at them... then back again at the sword. She knew what she must do. She took a deep breath and then stood, facing them as they struggled against the old building. She pointed the sword at Victor's back and in a flash was standing behind him... the sword through his chest. Blood began to gush from the open wound. Her hands were covered and then she dropped them to her side and slowly stepped back... watching Victor's hands drop from around Kristoff's neck.

(As Victor...)
He turned to look at her, his eyes filled with blood, his mouth held open, his lips stained with his own blood. He looked at her and then fell to his knees. A look of confusion crossed his face as he looked down at the sword pertruding from his chest. He looked back up at her... "My love?... Why?" He gasped for air, feeling the pain, but knowing that he would not die, but the pain of knowing that she did this to him... that would easily destroy him. "I just wanted to take you and show you the life of a "real" vampyre... not this, with fancy houses, expensive clothes. Do you not realize the power that I have given you?" A tear falls from his eye as he stares at her beauty.

(As Swan... sorry if this is confusing... it's just easier)
Hesitantly she stepped towards him and helped him stand. She looked deeply into his eyes. She placed her hand on the sword and pushed it back through his chest and supported him. She placed him up against the wall... next to Kristoff who was watching and waiting to pounce. She quickly smiled at him and then looked at Victor... "I'm sorry Victor, but I don't love you... not the way I once did. You turned your back on me when I needed you most, and I'm willing to forgive for whatever reason you left, weither it was of fear or embarassment... it doesn't matter. But Victor... you must let me go. I have found true love..." she glanced at Kristoff... "and this is what I want, where I want to be." She turned to look at Victor once more... "Please... go... let me be happy."

(As Victor...)
He bowed his head in shame and then looked at her lovely face once more. "I'm sorry..." then vanished... leaving nothing but a stain on the wall. <I will always be a part of you... don't forget that... and one day... I will return.> He spoke to her mind and then drifted with the mist to a far off place.

Kris sits down... baring his teeth, a barely perceptible growl of such low decible that it's hard to tell if you heard it at all. This his final warning to the intruder, his face relaxes, the look of the beast relaxing to that of one of a very tired, tired man...

He reaches, grabbing Swan's hand and standing up slowly, taking her into his arms, his chest still panting, though he needn't breathe at all. He presses his face into her hair with a light sob, relieved and glad and altogether terrified. "I thought he was going to take you... I really thought he was... but I swore I wasn't going to let him... oh god..."

She smiled softly as she gently nudged her face against his, then pulled her head back to look upon his handsom face. She gently pushed the strands of black hair from his face and craddled it in her hands then smiled. "He could never take me from you..." she smirked just a little... "I wouldn't let him." She reached up and gently kissed his lips. "I love you Kristoff... forever... and beyond that."

She supported him as they walked into the remains of the torn up house, stepping over over-turned furniture and past broken statues. She looked around in amazement of Victor's rath. "I'm so sorry this has happened to your beautiful home. I will try to make things back the way they once were." Tears filled her eyes at such destruction while she led him to what once was their bedroom.

She picked up a chair and helped him sit then looked at his wound, it looked painful. She smiled then kissed his forehead. "You would have died for me... wouldn't have you?" She helped remove his tattered shirt... waiting for his reply.

As they go in, they pass a pair of boys who still yet cling to one another as their continued even in the face of Victor's wrath... their throats both bloodied and ravaged even. He looks away, stiffening... "We shall have to..burn the bodies... I want to give them a proper burial..." He shuts his eyes against the carnage... but they do come to a room that has escaped the hell of it all, and this one room has only minor damage... the bed is still made and things...

She notices a tub in the corner of the room and then smiles... "You need a hot bath... with me" She smirks just a little... trying to make him smile just a little. But on a serious note, she lowers her head... "Don't worry hunny... I'll take care of the bodies."

She walks to the tub and starts running the steamy water.

He nods mutely, smiling a little bit. Then he sits down on the edge of the bed, removing the shirt he wears along with the coat. He reaches up, touching faintly the healing scar of Victor's blade... he closes his eyes and bows his head... the pain is numbed a bit now by his own natural functions, but now he has another pain, a very terrible and nasty one, growing in his heart. Such that he cannot even experience very much arousal (yet) but that remains to be seen if Swan manages to break him out of his depression long enough to have a bit of fun...

She pours some sweet smelling oils into the hot bath and then turns to see Kris tugging at his shirt and coat. She gets up and walks over to him and smiles while helping him remove his clothing. She can help but smirk when she gazes upon his naked body... <Such a handsom man... and he's all mine.> she thought to herself then wondered if he heard her thoughts. She smiled... trying to keep from laughing.

She could feel his pain and it hurt her as well. She felt partly responsible for what has happened to him and his life.

Trying to lighten the mood, she pulled at a string of her dress and it quickly fell to the ground. She stood before him, her naked body glowing from the candlelight. She helped him stand and looked at his wound. She gently placed a hand over it and then closed her eyes. She could feel the pain seaping into her hand. She opened her eyes and then smiled and kissed his shoulder. "Now... lets get in the tub... unless......" she smirked just a little, knowing that she must bring him out of this pain that he was spiraling down into.

(As Kris..)

*In a moment, he was naked also, feeling her soft loving hands against his flesh. For a moment he only smiles, gazing at her, before that smile turns into a wicked, devilish little grin...* "The tub... how interesting that will be... I want to make love to you in that tub, right now." *And bending, he sweeps her up into his arms, carrying her to the tub... and putting her in it... soon stepping into it himself, moving with the characterized uncanny grace of a vampire. He slips down, his naked self almost absorbing the oils. A low, animalistic groan of pleasure escapes as though coming from every inch of his body. He shudders, gripping the edges of the tub, closing his eyes...* "Oh dear GOD, yes..." *What a dreadful tease he is...* "It's so hot...."

Laughs uncontrollably, then looks at Kris... "Not stop that! You're gonna start something you won't be able to stop." she said smirking while softly caressing his body with a sponge. She watched as the oils made his body shine in the candlelight and then bit her bottom lip in desire. Oh how she loved this man... and oh how she loved making love to him.

She let her hand fall below the water line and let it rest on him while she leaned forward to kiss his lips. She gently massaged him in her hand and then repositioned herself to where she was sitting in his lap, but didn't stop massaging him. She gasped as she felt him against her and closed her eyes in ecstacy. "Mmmm... Kris..."

*He watches her through half-slitted eyes, stiffening, thrusting his hips slightly until he relaxes, exhaling softly, tilting his head back, starting to slip into the water, until his mouth and part of his nose is showing.. then he sits up again suddenly, water spilling over his face. He gazes at her, licking his lips slightly...* "I don't want it to stop..." *Breathlessly, sliding his hands over her water-slickened body.* "I don't ever, ever want it to stop..." *He bares his teeth in a predatory grin, growling as he reaches up, caressing her throat, his thumb striking a cut against her skin. He pulls her down, his tongue slowly tasting the blood which bubbles in the slice... his lips bloodied, he licks more, controlling his thirst for a moment longer...*

She moaned at his tongue against her neck. She tenderly squeezed him... deepening his want and need for her. "Then don't stop, Kris... don't stop." Her breathing began to become labored from the excitement that he gave her. She slowly began to move her hip on top of him, feeling his hardness against her. She whispered... "Don't stop." then tilted her head giving him a better bite.

"Ahh--" *Sinks his teeth into her flesh, moaning aloud, thirst for blood, for Swan bringing about his bloodlust like nothing before. He runs his hands through her hair, crushing her against him, not stopping just like she said...*

She moans aloud and holds onto him tightly. Her eyes roll back and she rakes her hands across his back. With little control that she had left, she moved up just a little and then sat down slowly... letting him slide deep within her. Her entire body begins to tingle and her heat grows within her. She moans again and gets lost in the wonderful feeling.

(grah.. I gotta go tonight.)

*He growls again... lost again in the terrible throbbing of blood in her veins, in his veins... his own breathing sounds twice as loud in his ears. He arches again, gripping one side of the tub to keep him generally safely above water. (But he can't drown anyway...) Finally, the tub squeaking some, he sits up, pulling her up and turning her about (it's a large, squared-out tub). He pins her in a corner, thrusting into her, switching from one side of her throat to the other... the water starts to taint red, her nails scratching deep wounds in his flesh that heal in seconds.. the pain is exquisite, spicing up their little bathtub escapade. The beating in his ears is louder than ever, muting out any and all sounds, lost in the consummate joy of drinking, drinking, more and more, the animal in him pushing him to take all that he can...*

She clings to him for support... feeling him take all that he wants and desires. She closes her eyes and then begins to slowly drift away in desire and ecstacy... "Kris..." She held on tightly to him as he made passionate love to her. Water splashed onto the floor and the waves he made lapped at her skin, showing traces of their blood that had ran down into the water. All the smells of him, his blood, her blood, the scented oils soon became overwhelming to her. Her eyes flashed a bright gold then turned a deep lustful red. She felt her teeth grow and she longed to taste him while he continued to thrust deep inside her.

(as Kris, of course...)

*Intense, delicious... why should he stop? Why, for any reason in the world, should he at all? And he doesn't want to. He feels giddy with all the blood he's taken, and then he realizes with stupid slowness how utterly he has drained her.. yet she herself does not seem to notice it herself. Without disrupting his rhythem at all, he reaches up, slashing his throat, splashing her face, her breasts, with his blood, and then bending his head and neck forward, pulling his hair to one side...* "For your father's sake, DRINK, damn you--" *Growls without menace, just lust, knowing she'll take back her amount, and she'll enjoy it. At the same time she does, his passion crests, and orgasm, spiritual and beautiful as well as physical (for he is not a shallow man), washes him into a blissful, euphoric abyss.*

She sinks her teeth in his flesh at the cut on his neck, her senses running wild. She drank, feeling her strength returning to her. She did not realize how much he had drained from her. As her body began to orgasm, she released her bite at his neck and yelled out his name... "Oh god... Kris..." She gave in to the pulsating rythems that surged through her body. She moaned from pleasure and completely gave herself to him... enjoying every bit of their lovemaking.

(As Kris--)

*The pulsing pounded through him, her womanhood wrapped around his manhood, pulling desperately, tensed at the sweeping sensation shuddering through them both. His blood seeps hot into her throat, thick and hot like fire, like chocolate, like mercury. He moans, his seed rushing into her as his blood rushes... and what, may I ask, what is it that makes him so thirsty, so terribly thirsty for her all the time? His hands stroke her silken body, slick with the oils, most of the water now on the floor.. but it's alright, because the rest of the house is ruined anyway. He forgets the bodies... forgets them all.. for there is now only one body on his mind, two, his and hers, consummating in such an act that can never be repeated the same way twice. He shudders again, receding into euphoria.. his throat aches... his loins burn... his heart at peace...*

She feels him explode in her and feels the tingling sensation take hold of her body once more... devouring it all. His hands upon her body burned like fire from the passion the was felt from his touch. She moaned softly his name over and over... enjoying feeling him inside her, on top of her, a part of her. His taste still lingered on her lips and she licked them slowly, taking in the power from his precious blood. Her eyes closed in ecstacy and then reopened to look deeply into his eyes. She no longer thought of the troubles that they had faced just hours ago... all she could think of was him and her and the joining of there bodies.

As she felt his body relax, her own released the tension... relaxing into his. She still clinged to him, never wanting to let go. She gently brushed his dark ebony hair from his face and then kissed his lips softly. "Kris... I want to be with you forever. I want to watch the years pass us by and live my life knowing that I am with a man that truely loves me." She smiles then kisses his lips once again, tasting her own blood upon his blood-stained lips. She moaned softly into his mouth then opened her eyes to gaze deeply into his eyes... those eyes that seemed to go on forever and that looked as if they had seen eternity pass them by. She shifted slightly, allowing him to sit next to her, their bodies barely covered by the water. She smirked and giggled just a little when she peered over the edge to see the floor covered with water. She turned back to look at her love and smiled tenderly. "I love you Kristoff... more than my own life."

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(just to bring up to the first page)

(As Kris...)
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His release was as good, if not even better, than before, the tub now having pretty much less water. He clings to her, almost needily, kissing her gently afterwards, listening to her and whispering that he loves her too. His body trembles occasionally, tremors of pleasure and of the warmth and the fast-chilling water. Finally, he rises from the tub with her, heading toward the bed in the darkness, taking a comb and slowly combing her long, beautiful hair.. two beings, completely nude and perfect, together and at peace... and all he feels now for Victor, when he doe sthink of him, is pity... pity and sadness... for he knows the vampire life is very, oh-so-lonely...

She smiles as she feels his hands brush against her while brushing her hair. She smiles and reaches her hand around to hold him. She turns and looks deeply into his eyes then takes the brush from him and then brushes his hair. Once brushes... she pulls him next to her on the big pillowy bed and cuddles up close to him. She is happy... she is loved.