thenearshore | Always tumbling down over that abyss of Madness

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Always tumbling down over that abyss of Madness

Who: Zero and Open
What: Zero ~~loses his shit~~ falls to his bloodlust
When: May 4th
Where: Everywhere.
Warnings: Blood, violence, manipulation, self-harm, he'll be an arrogant ass too

He digs at his throat obscuring the tattoo. The pain a welcome change to the raw hunger clawing at his throat making it impossible to even think! His stomach churns and his form convulses bringing him to his knees. His hands slam forward breaking the fall as his instincts single out the faint sound of a heart beating in the distance. He covers his ears to block out the sound but it doesn't go away!

Starvation.

It turned vampires mad. And Zero had been starving himself for far too long.

His body screams in agony, forcing his instincts to the surface as hunger grips him in its claws forcing his heart rate up, the sound mixing with the steady one in the distance. It was close. If he--

"Stop it!"

He grits his teeth and his breathing falls into ragged breaths. He's losing control. Beneath the blood and raw skin, his tattoo begins to glow and his eyes pulse a deep red. He's slipping, falling off the ledge of sanity and the monster lurking inside raises its head and tests the will that always kept it at bay, and for the first time it come away with a grin. The Hunter lost more than his memories, he lost his strength to defy it.

Time passes and his throat begins to heal while that beating heart echoes in his mind drawing the vampire toward the source, a wide grin marring its lips when its meal falls within its sights.

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Eyes on the prize but she can't reach it. He's got too much height on her. She reaches with all her might, stretching with her finger tips just a breath away. She's so close! It's taunting! Feeling that strong arm wrap around her, she kicks her feet a bit and pushes against him. Her hand moves to push against his face, stopping from whatever he's trying to do.

He leans into her, enjoying the violent caress, letting it fan the bloodlust. His eyes further darken into a deep red, and the arm around her waist becomes a steel cord, holding her in place as he sweeps down to scrape his teeth against her throat, letting her feel the end of their game.

Edited 2016-10-14 04:47 (UTC)

A chill runs down Hajime's spine once she feels his teeth brush against her throat. She's not done, she wants this game to end but not like this. Struggling against him isn't doing anything, he's practically holding her off the ground.

"Your games aren't fun...."

She breaths out, trying to clear her throat and awful taste from her mouth. Moving both her hands, Hajime really tries and push his face away. NOTE or throat. Considering his teeth are RIGHT there, her priority shifts to that. She's trying to keep him away with the fight she has left.

A futile effort. One he enjoys immensely, but not enough to stop him. He's been starving for far too long to play anymore than this, so without preamble, he makes good on his silent promise and sinks his teeth into her, easily piercing through the soft flesh of her neck.

Despite her efforts, her body feels like jello so it isn't really surprising that she can't push even his face away. She's not surprised but Hajime is not one for giving up so she had to try. Feeling his teeth dig into her neck makes her go instantly still, her eyes widen. It takes a second but she still tries to push at him again, even in vain. She's not going to just sit there if it can be helped!

Blood slides down his throat with every gulp, her struggles a faint disturbance in an otherwise focused attack. Surrounded by the scent of that maddening red in every direction, the vampire pulls her deeper into its embrace, cradling her small form in the cage of his arm as he continues to lay savage claim to her throat.

It hurts! Her struggling slowly becomes more and more sluggish with each gulp until her hands are just gripping at his shirt. Her heart beat is drumming loudly in her ears. She had read fantasy of vampires in books before but this is the first time she ever had crossed paths with one. But if aliens, ayakashi and gods were real, why not vampires too?

Her strength is fading fast. Reaching out towards nothing, she weakly grabs at a familiar thread that is only visible to her. Even like this she knows Davesprite's thread. At her touch, the thread becomes physical. With some hope he'll notice it and follow it here. Her Gatchaman abilities can't help right now but she still has her power as a god. Gripping the thread, her hand drops as she slouches more against him.

Edited 2016-10-14 05:58 (UTC)

Her heart suddenly stuttered under his attention. Once. Twice. It fueled his hunger to new heights driving him to lay chase and catch it. He drained her faster and it started to slow until it was almost with his grasp. Just a bit more blood and he'd lay claim to it.

It was suspicious enough to Davesprite that Hajime was taking so long to get back. She might be energetic and all over the place as much as she possibly can be, but she seems to know to make him aware of it if she's going to be out late. Whether that's by a text about something seemingly unrelated or some other way, it doesn't really matter. He just knows that it's weird, and he's already reaching to sheathe his newly reappeared sword into his stomach and leave the temple when something flickers in front of him.

As soon as he recognises the thread, he spreads his wings and flies out the window, following it in a series of repeated flashsteps. He can't move at that speed all at once, but like he's told Hajime before, all it takes is a bunch of sequential jumps, and he can as good as be lightning fast.

As he gets close enough to see the scene, some creep altogether too close to a far too still Hajime, he flashsteps the last three steps as quickly as he can force it. With the motion, he draws his katana, the sound clearly audible in the silence, and as fast as blinking, moves to slash out at the stranger from behind.

He can tell already that he should've been here earlier, but he needs to put that aside for now and save Hajime's hide.

The sudden cold bite of steel has him jerking to awareness as blood seeps down his shoulder where he'd been stabbed. He growls, deep in his throat, the sound reverberating through her flesh as his eyes darken into a bloody red. The wound is deep, the pain harsh against his nerve endings but not unwelcome. The vampire lives in violence, blood and pain. But violence was one thing, interrupting his meal another altogether.

He's pissed.

More than pissed. His teeth slowly dislodge from her neck but he doesn't let go, only holds her closer angry with the disruption.

Davesprite draws the sword back after the strike, blood dripping across the neon orange steel as he levels it across his chest. He meets the vampire's blood-red gaze, tipping his shades down just low enough that the dull orange glow of his irises is visible, as well as the name etched into one of them in a slightly paler shade.

"I'm gonna say this once. Hands off my god, you blood-starved chucklefuck, or the next thing you're going to be tasting is the ground when your head and body have the messiest break-up you've ever seen in your unlife."

His tone is low, and uncharacteristically serious. If there's one time Davesprite doesn't fuck around, it's when his friends' lives are at stake, and his hold on his blade is trained and ready.

If Zero doesn't drop her in the next few seconds, he'll be flashstepping forward and bringing the sword in for another shot.

His tattoo glows a deep red and his hold tightens. He jumps back, girl in hand, refusing to abandon his meal so easily. He lands a meter back and as soon as his feet touch ground, he pushes off a second time, jumping into the tree.

It's like he's been sucking all the strength from her body. Quickly too. It's hard to tell how much is from Zero and how much is from the damage he's caused her NOTE. She's felt what it's like to practically be sliced in half but this is completely different. Her vision is blurred and she's seeing spots but there's no mistaking that flash of orange. Davesprite is here. She can hear his voice loud and clear. He's a good shinki. A tiny smile pulls at her lips as the thread drops from her fingers and vanishes. She continues to slump against Zero. She lifts her hand slightly, its a slow motion. Actual threads appear this time and attempt to twist around Zero's right leg and the tree branch. If she can tie him to the tree, if she can just slow him down even a little or stop him from moving around so much...maybe it'll help Davesprite. Her god powers are all she has right now but its so hard to focus. The thread isn't as strong as it should be but maybe it can help, somehow.

Anything is helpful to Davesprite at this point - even with his flashstep, the guy is faster than he expected, and he has to repeat the small, blinding fast movements to keep up with the distance he leaps back. Getting into the tree isn't any trouble, though, and he spreads his wings and darts into the sky.

Seeing the threads appear is reassuring, in a way. Hajime's still alive, and alive enough to fight. All he needs to do is get her back, and he's slashing his sword in the direction of Zero's head this time, intending to do his level best to make good on his threat.

"Door B it is, then, congratulations on winning a decapitation. I'll even make it quick."

He doesn't take any joy in combat, but if it's necessary, then he won't stand down.

The threads spread without his notice, his focus on the winged familiar above, so when he throws that attack at him, he knows he's more than fast enough to dodge it.

... Or he would have been had he not had his foot attached to the tree by a string of threads that have him jerking down hard enough to have the NOTE slip through his blood-stained fingers. He leaves the NOTE to its fate and focuses on tearing off the threads before jumping to the side with his prey in hand, barely missing the attack by a hair's breadth.

Edited 2016-10-17 02:09 (UTC)

Hajime can feel the rush of the blade swiping over head. All this jerky movement is making her sick to her stomach and that much more dizzy. Bloodloss and quick movements are not the best thing. But the NOTE leaving his grip does give her a small bit of relief. She feel it once it leaves his crushing grasp and then catch sight of it as it falls towards the ground below. She can almost breath that much easier now. Her insides still feel like a mess and there's still blood dripping down her lip but the NOTE, her soul, won't take anymore damage if it's out of his hands.

Something felt wrong. There was just something in the air that pulled her attention and prevented her from going home that night. No, just one more circle around town. She's needed here. Kuraha says nothing in protest. He's on edge, too. There's something wrong and their master's instincts were right, usually. Especially when it came to things like this. It's when they cross from a low-hanging building that she catches sight of the battle. A shinki? Two shinki? But it's the sight of that familiar girl that catches her attention. Hajime isn't looking so good. There's blood in the air.

"Suuki! Gaiki!" is the outburst that announces her arrival followed by two warning shots as she leaps up off Kuraha's back in a rush to get to Hajime and get her away from her assailant.

As the NOTE drops and Zero escapes his swing, Davesprite curves his flight path down to catch it - he doesn't realise exactly how important it is, but if the vampire had it, it must be something to do with all this. Without many options to hold it, he tucks it away in the soft feathers of his ruff where it'll be held in place by the line of his shirt before flying back into the fray, flashstepping again to catch up with the vampire.

The sound of gunshots startles him into releasing the faintest avian sound, even if he doesn't stop, and he turns his head to catch sight of the newcomer into the battle for just a moment. He needs to focus on the beast with Hajime, but he calls over to the woman even as he bears down on him.

"She's still alive, but he keeps fucking running before I can give him the new one he deserves getting ripped. If we can bail him up he's deader meat than he is already."

And if he's both a vampire and a shinki, that's pretty damn dead meat.

A burst of sound has his head snapping, his reflexes barely avoiding those shots as he jumps back with the girl pissed at the new arrival. That gun. It didn't have the killing intent of an anti-vampire weapon which mean it wouldn't seal his healing.

The beasts tracks the girl's would-be rescuers, as his eyes darken into a bloody red, anger overcoming his senses knowing they sought to take what was his, which meant he needed to take them down.

Tossing the girl behind him without a care, the vampire squares off against the duo, his mind far too entrenched in the blood-haze to fully care he was at a disadvantage.

She glances aside briefly, catching sight of the... bird. Whatever he is, he isn't familiar but she can only assume he's a shinki. She's introduced herself to most of the gods here, after all. But there will be more time to figure things out later. There are more important matters to take care of.

"Get her somewhere safe!" Bishamon calls back, extending her hand again.

"Jinki!"

At that outburst, her guns disappear and reappearing in her hand is a coiled whip. The war god cracks it out, aiming to wrap it around Zero's arm to allow her to subdue him.

Well, this woman clearly has combat down to a science, and Davesprite gives an appreciative whistle as the gun is traded smoothly for a whip. Still in fast flight, he sheathes his sword back through his stomach and barrel rolls out of easy reach of Zero as Bishamon goes for his arm.

"If you can run this asshole off yourself, then I'll leave it to the more capable hands."

Spinning back in line to where Zero threw Hajime, he swoops down to collect her in his arms with the intent of flying far enough above that she can't be grabbed again.

The whip snaps around his arm and the vampire goes red with rage. He grabs at it and pulls with full strength intent to rip it apart.

She has no choice but to pull it back. Even if that whip is a shinki, she doesn't want to risk hurting Kinuha. Instead, she charges in close again with her arm extended.

"Saiki!"

Kinuha is called back and replaced with a large broadsword. She brings it down, making the blade whistle in the air at the force of the movement. Whoever this... creature is... he's one of them. She can't kill him but her attack should certainly be enough to chase him away from Hajime and her shinki.

With Zero distracted by the whip, Davesprite uses the time to gain air, moving away from the trees so they can't be used as a booster to the vampire's already impressive jumping skills. He hears the familiar sound of a hard-hitting blade and glances back to see Bishamon's attack even as he keeps moving.

Even if Bishamon clearly has things well in hand, the clenching, useless feeling in his gut says he should be trying to help with both sides of this instead of just moving to safety, and he clutches Hajime to him a little tighter as he flies beyond level with the tops of the surrounding trees.

The blade sinks home and blood runs down his shoulder effectively taking it out of commision along with his arm. He's no Pureblood so he can't heal it fast enough to continue on with this fight and win, so the vampire glowering with a deep hatred uses his speed one last time to rush her veering off at the last second and disappearing into the trees. He'll need blood to heal the wound. Blood and time.

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