A Night To Remember... [Hilde; Closed]

[Yurik Deminov]

Paris, the city of Lights. The city of Love, home to the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower. By all the darkness in creation there is no other place in any Realm I detest more than this place. I cannot think what smells worse, the people or the cheese they consume, but it is of no consequence, here I am. I found myself looking for a drink, something petite with colorful hair, a slender neck if fortune is on my side.

I walk amongst the rabble, and they look at me and admire my sense of fashion, my ruffled shirt and cape complementing my already luxurious attire, and I savor the sights, hoping to find my beverage of choice, surely she cannot be too far off. I stop near a brightly lit and offensive looking establishment, and it is here I see her.

A smile spreads across my face as I begin to cross the road with surprisingly light traffic, ready to sink my fangs into the soft flesh above her bosom and below her chin. This should ease my troubles, as I had the misfortune of attracting nothing but the most cowardly, and boorish manner of rouge as of late. The moon acts as my sun tonight, and decide her to paint the town red, after quenching my thirst.

[Hilde]

[This takes place immediately after "Must Be Dreaming," and before her involvement in "Three Days Grace."]

Hilde just returned from Egypt, still excited that she was now officially Oracle's pupil.

Or was it pupilette?

Either way, it was bloody awesome!

Hilde figured that she could spend some time here in the fashion capital of the mortal realm before reporting her trip back to queen Na'ame. She would be somewhat pleased to hear the news. And to imagine what Rosey's face would look like after she found out made her grin devilishly. But, right as she was done crossing the street to get to an isolated boutique nearby, she stopped moving instantly, as if she was flash frozen. Here eyes went from a happy kind of wide, to a suspicious kind of squint. Without moving her head, she looked left, then right.

"There's someone following me," she said out loud, "isn't there?"

[Yurik Deminov]

She has noticed, I allow myself to chuckle, my prey is very aware of me. "Not just someone my dear..." I coo to her, my form blending with the shadows as I float to her. I fill the area with my presence, and in no time I am next to her, my cape blowing softly in the night air. "Your face, your eyes, your neck... I shall devour you, I hope your beauty speaks for how you taste as well." I say, my stare backed by my use of the Mind element. As I give her the gaze of a thousand tommorows, I use Void to liquify the ground beneath her, slowly moving closer to her to feast on her fluid of Passion, and violated her flesh with both my hands and teeth. I hope I do not choke on my laughter I feed tonight.

[Hilde]

Hilde saw a man with a cape floating toward her. When she saw the man, she raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" she said.

Then she looked below her and noticed that the ground started to liquefy, trapping her feet to keep her from moving.

"Well," she said as she nodded her head, "I have to admit; that will slow me down a bit."

She looked at the floating man once again and placed her hand on her katana handle. She smirked a bit. "So what are you supposed to be; some kind of vampire or something?"

[Yurik Deminov]

Her gall intrigues me, the girl, this small, weak, delicious looking girl actually intrigues me. If my feeding proves to be as lively as her, she will not be s dead as i previously thought. Maybe I shall turn her, and then I could perhaps enjoy her companionship until I tire of her and evisrate her myself. "Not some kind of Vampire, the only kind my dearest, the kind that matters most." I say, and with a mere whim I move her hair with my magic, revealing her soft, sweet smelling neck.

Snaping my fingers, the ground hardens with her feet meshed in its consisitancy a nd I move closer, staring into her eyes, my cape expanding and wraping around us rendering the both of us invisible to average passersby. "Dream of plesant things my dear, this will trulry be a night to remember..." I say, lundging for her neck, my fangs poised to stab the sweet meat of her body.

[Hilde]

Hilde chuckled as she saw him start to lunge forward. "I don't think so," she said.

When she saw him fly toward her, Hilde moved her neck out of the way of the vampire, more of a dodge maneuver than a duck. She used the time she bought to take her feet out of her concreted concealed boots, stepping out of the vampires cloak of invisibility. She grabbed a pair of heels from the boutique near her and winked at the clerk.

"Put 'em on my tab," she told him in French.

The clerk, who was watching the entire situation unfold, nodded with a gaped open mouth.

Hilde then stepped out of the boutique and twirled her sword around, staring at the vampire and flickering a flame in her free hand from time to time. Then she smiled, battle-ready.

"Let's dance, Drake."

[Yurik Deminov]

Feisty this one is, so long has it been since I had to chase one of my meals. No matter, I happen to find that adrenaline and physical exertion make the meat of my victims more tender, and their blood has a sweet tang to it as well, akin to a ripe orange. She twirls he blade, in a rather showy and useless attempt to frighten me, followed by igniting a small fire ball in her hand.

"Do you believe your parlor tricks and tarnished knives will harm me?" I say raising my cape to cover my face slightly, my eyes growing brighter as I use my Void magic to turn her fire in a handful of scorpions. She wants to dance, and I shall oblige her, seemingly turning myself transparent before I rush into her, my shadow extending with every step forward I take.

[Hilde]

Hilde watched the flame in her hand turn into scorpions, evidently thanks to the flying vampire. She smiled a bit.

"Cool," she said before throwing them off to the side. "You do birthday parties?"

But by the time she looked back in the Dracula wanna-be's direction, he disappeared.

Now, Hilde was too smart to believe that the bloodsucker would run away after spitting so much game about himself.

He probably turned himself invisible again, she thought.

Then she saw his shadow, seemingly rushing toward her. She smiled as she gathered her hands together. Rather quickly, Hilde projected a fire blast forward as she saw the shadow quickly approach her. Once the blast seem to split in half after a while, she smirked.

"Gotcha!"