Oh Holy Night...part III
Chapter three! Ooooh! I feel like A somebody now!
Oh yeah and new character introduced.
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"There there, Child. This nightmare is over. You shall again be cloaked in ignorance of my existence, and perhaps even, rejoin the grace of the Allmighty" came the softest of whispers from beneath the hood of the Priest, a young girl laying limply in his lap. With a gentle tenderness that one would give a lover, Nihilis licked at the still bleeding holes in the young prostitute's neck, his saliva instantly healing them shut and leaving no trace. For now, she laid sleeping in the clutches of the monster, having passed out from over stimulation caused by the Vampire's "Kiss" and minor anemia. Having modified her memories of the encounter in the alley, Nihilis leaned her against a dumpster and pulled her jacket over her scantly clad body to keep her warm.
Having whispered a small prayer of protection for the soul that lay before him, He left the girl and proceeded to walk away from the alley. After rounding a small corner, Nihilis was met with the most unwelcome of faces, the face of none other then Lunara Ravenchild. The Hedonistic, dangerously beautiful, Pagan witch stood smiling. A small trickle of blood running from her plump, red lips indicating that the Daeva had just recently fed.
She was the embodiment of the term "Femme Fatale", with her natural good looks, enhanced by her vampire clan lineage and her blasphemous magicks. She was nearly as old as the priest himself and the two had many battles over the centuries, both of equal power and skill in nearly all ways. No matter how far the two went, neither could overpower the other, neither could find a weakness in one another's defences in time to exploit it effectively.
Tonight she wore a interesting outfit designed to lure her prey to her whilst tailored so if the worst should come, she would not be hindered in a fight. Tight black business pants accented her rounded bum, an interestingly designed top that showed a bit of her midriff and a low cut collor to show much more cleavage then any self respecting woman. Her Dark crimson hair was cut short and given a sort of windswept, sassy look, adding to the "Im a naughty bitch, and Im going to do what I want to" aura she always had.
It probably wouldnt surprise him if many of the men he saw had at one time or another been exploited for their bodies and their blood by the creature that stood before him.
Dropping the knocked out human lazily, Lunara brought a single polished and pointed finger nail to wipe at the small drop of blood on her chin, licking the digit suggestively. "Well hello Father, your just in time. I just finished sinning and I need a good Long confession." she said giving a mock innocent pout.
"There is no way that anyone can save your soul, save for God himself. Your soul was lost long before your Embrace into the Danse Macabre." Nihilis retorted with an audible twinge of disgust. Of all the people to bump into, of all the people to be seemingly bound to. Why, God, did it have to be Her?
Ever since they had met as humans long ago, Her at the stake and him holding the torch and reciting prayers, she always seemed to follow him, Haunting his life and Unlife with her vile presence.
"Aw Father, Your no fun. All I want is a little penance for all the naughty things I did" she said, casually walking towards the hooded man with a sway to her hips.
"There is not enough time in the night nor day for that, My dear." he replied with a cold and humorlessness born from eight and a half centuries of mutual respect/ hatred/back-and- forth banter.
Like an annoying little sister, Nihilis grew tired of being unable to purge her from his life and unlife combined...a fact that Lunara was quick to grasp onto with childish glee.
Soon she closed the space between them and snaked a hand under his hood to caress his cheek with equally cold and dead fingers. Pressing herself to the taller and thinner male, she wrapped another hand around to the back of his head and brought her face close to his, their lips just a quarter of an inch apart. Due to Nihilis' uninterest in the event, he didnt pucker his lips out, forcing Lunara to close the space between them.
A sharp prick in her stomach signaled that Nihilis drew a dagger and was threatening to gut her if she moved any closer. She smiled up at him as her own dagger was pressed against his neck. Both slitting his throat and spilling her guts onto the ground would not have killed either of them but such wounds would be annoying and would require them to gorge upon human blood again to speed up the regeneration process.
They knew one another only too well. Two perfect killers, daggers poised to attack at the slightest provocation despite the seemingly loving embrace they were in. Pulling away from him with a toothy grin, Lunara sheathed the blade in her bosom as Nihilis slide his own blade in his sleeve.
"Perhaps another time, My Dear, Perhaps another time." he said softly before leaping onto the walls with his inhuman speed towards his home, morning was coming and he intended to sleep off the stench of Lunara.
The Witch-Vampire simply stood and stared up towards the roof. "Perhaps...Nihilis...perhaps" she whispered as she turned and calmly walked towards her own abode.