In the dead of night (Dzan)

[ktqueen]

A slight breeze played around the edges of the cemetery...and all she could do was smile. Here, at midnight, Aisling was playing around with the dead people. Why? Because she could.

The long red locks had been tied back into a braid, with a nice black ribbon. Something to honor the dead with. Other than that, her outfit was not graveyard ready. Tight black jeans covered her legs, and they would have been hanging slightly loose had there not been several belts on her hips. All studded. Her upper torso was covered in a white tank top, the words "Sick of you" scrawled on in in red. A black jacket hung from her shoulders, black combat boots on her feet.

Her figners traced the wording of a name on a gravestone. Some would think bad luck to dance around on people's graves... Well frankly, the pale girl didn't give a damn. She did a jig on one with a grin, and continued to walk along the rest.

"Whatever would they put on mine? Aisling Yong, the girl who failed her mother? The red head who never shut her mouth?" A giggle slipped past her lips. Ah, she was just kidding herself. No one would care.

So the girl just sat down on a gravestone and looked up. Not a cloud in the sky...but due to the fact of the city...only the full moon was able to be seen. The wonders of that right? The bight green eyes stared up at it. A wonderful night in a cemetery.

[dzan]

Another dark, cloudless night. Another boring night, with nothing for Dzan to do. His mind went crazy on nights like this. Boredom drove him deeper and deeper into the depths of hell. Nights like these, he thirst for blood. His blood screamed at him, telling him to do anything in his power to quench his thirst. And he would, eventually. At some point this night.. he would find someone. He would hurt them. Because he could. Because he wanted to. And soon enough, he would enter a zone. An odd place that he felt calm in. A place of the dead. Where the dead sing and dance at night. On a night like this. Ah yes.. The cemetery. But look at this? Someone was here.. Dzan was not alone on this night.

Hazel eyes peered from the shadows near a little mausoleum of sort. His finger sharp finger nails tapped gently upon the cold stone surface as his tongue flicked back and forth against his off-white sharpened teeth. Yes, he himself look oddly enough, close to dead. His pale skin almost opaque in the moonlight as he pushed himself from his shadowy grave. His form was nearly unnoticeable in the darkness when he did not move, his black leather body suit was adorned on this night. The tightness never bothered him, it almost made him feel secure. Almost.

But now.. he could care less about his attire. His hazel eyes were locked upon a young female which had traveled into his self-chosen home. The cemetery which she danced upon. His home. His place of peace. She had shaken it. He disturbed it. She even talked to herself. The sight of her made an odd growl escape from his chest before he made a quick dash and then jumped high and hard, slamming against a rather old looking, large angel headstone. His claw-like hands gripping the stone, his feet landing upon a small little alcove in the statue. His thin lips would part and a hissing voice would sound out, an odd, angry and violent voice at that.

"Leave, go now.. Your presence here has disturbed the dead.. Leave now or you will rest with them.."

[ktqueen]

"Leave, go now.. Your presence here has disturbed the dead.. Leave now or you will rest with them.."

The voice had made her gaze fall from the moon. The bright green eyes narrowed, one eyebrow lifting. Some freak was there...holding onto an angel gravestone, glaring daggers at her. What the hell did he think he was doing? It was America, she had a right to be here as much as him!! No...he only pissed her off.

"Aw, just fuck off buddy. I wanted a quiet place to relax."

Just what was his problem? And why did he act as if he was a creature of the night? He looked the part, that much was for sure. Her bright eyes caught his choice in clothing and tone made her lower her eyebrow. He was...a freak. Simple enough. Aisling just sat there, eyes locked on the boy. Bah on him.

[dzan]

"Aw, just fuck off buddy. I wanted a quiet place to relax."

A growl escaped his lips once more, and then that same, dangerous voice as before would sound out, a lot louder then before.

"Fuck off? FUCK OFF?! YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO BE HERE!"

With that Dzan would launch himself from the dilapidated angel gravestone and land in a hunched position about four feet from the girl. His hands slamming against a mixture of grass and dirt. His head would rise just enough so that his eyes could set upon the girl. A large, evil grin slid onto his face, his sharp teeth just barely visible. He would let his legs lift slightly as he rose up and took his fighting stance, Tier-Greifer.

His arms would start swaying and moving with no specific pattern, his slightly large sharp nails dangerously flashing in the moonlight. His lips would rip open and a rather dark sounding set of words would fly from his freakish mouth. He was ready to attack. To pounce and rip this girl to shreds.

"Whore! Sie leiden! GAHAHA!!"

[ktqueen]

It was pretty easy to understand where he was going with this. Freak boy wanted to fight. He even started by calling her a whore! The second part of the insult Aisling didn't understand...but the first part she did! She wasn't a whore... and the insult didn't sting because she had been called that before. No big on her.

The green eyes rolled one more time before settling in a more serious expression. A sigh escaped her lips, and slowly her feet touched the ground. Her fingers rolled into fists and she smirked just a bit. A good old fight with freak face. Sounded like a great night to her.

"I guess you just didn't want to listen, hmmm?" Her tone wasn't any louder. The red head wasn't mad, or insane like her "friend" here. What to do? What to do... The girl had been "trained". No, she had just fought and wrestled. Not much more to it than that. No, she'd react to whatever weirdo did first.

"Make my night, freak."

[dzan]

"Make my night, freak."

"Gahahaaa!"

That slightly insane laughter escaped his lips as Dzan leaped foreword quite suddenly, but what type of attack should he do? Oh yes, he would try a few small attacks first before he did any advanced attacks. He needed to warm up anyways. He would land just short of the redhead and as his arms swung wilding, he would round his left as he moved, and swing that clawed and straight for the pretty girls right knee. What he aimed to do was slide his nails across the front of her kneecap. Most-likely what would happen was that since his finger nails were pretty sharp, it would slide through the fabric of her pants, and dig into her skin and flesh. Blood would most-likely follow that, and thats where Dzan would go a little crazy. The sight of blood did that to him. All the while his right hand would be moving back and fourth rather oddly near Dzan's head incase the girl took a swing at him.

Now if that simple left swipe connected, He would hope that she would be slightly surprised at it, and not expected him to launch foreword. He would try to slam his body against hers and knock her backwards, and onto the ground. If that worked, he would pull off a quick shuffle foreword and leap that small distance between then and mount the girl. What he would do that after, could wait till then.

Dzan wasn't the fastest person out there, but he wasn't slow. And he might not be the strongest, but he could definitely take a beating. Not to mention, he loved pain. pain would push him farther, and harder. He would teach this girl a lesson. He would teacher her to watch where she stepped. He would teach her to hold her tongue. If she did not learn.. the consequences could be far larger the next time they met..

[ktqueen]

The green eyes stayed locked on the other. She watched as he moved, the smirk falling from her face. Time to get serious, time to be as ready as possible.

But the cut toward her knee caught her slightly off guard. HE HAD LONGER NAILS THAN HER!!! And they were damned sharp. She ignored the pain for now, the sting of it, and merely glared at the other.

The moment he charged forward and tried to slam into her, that was when she reacted fully. The pale girl moved slightly, so her shoulder would have knocked back into his. Her feet had been spread shoulder length apart, and she shushed back with all her strength. And just in case he tried to get away from her, the red head would have grabbed onto his leathered freaky armor with a hand, fingers locking onto the straps.

She'd shift her weight suddenly, and if possible, throw the other onto the ground. Putting all her strength into it, all she wanted to do was get him on that ground. If she could, Aisling would be the one to sit on top of him and begin to try and beat the hell out of his face. If not, well it was anyone's game.

"Creepy laughter with a creepy look. Should've known I'd run into a loser on a full moon."

[dzan]

The swipe had cleared, and the sight of blood made his eyes widen! Oh yes, blood was the key to his power. Blood would send him into a rage and he would come out onto. Yes he would. And as soon as he had finished his swipe, he had launched himself foreword into the girl. But she would meet his with force of her own. A force that was slightly stronger then his own, but that would not stop him, that would not hold him back. As she pushed into the tackle of sorts, he would feel himself falling backwards, and would react quickly.

As he fell backwards, his knees would bend and place themselves between his body, and the girl, mainly at her stomach. His back would land hard against the slightly grassy ground and her body would most-likely fall onto of him, his knees driving into her stomach as she hit him, and thats not all he would do. As he fell, since both his hands were free, they would lift and aim to grab at the girl's wrists, his fingernails digging into the skin as they tightened around her wrists.

Once they were on the ground, he would use that odd backward falling motion and follow through with a little toss, his knees already being in the perfect position, he would attempt to straighten them out and pull on the girls' wrists. As his legs straightened he would force them upward and toward his own head. What this would do is cause the girl to basically flip over him, head first, and most-likely land upon her back hard.

Now if the girl's hands still gripped the leather straps on his little outfit, Dzan would attempt to drip his fingers into her flesh deeper, hopefully applying enough pressure to her tendons to cause her to release. If not, then it would surely cause her a lot of pain, and they would be in an odd position, head to head, both set of arms touching and gripping onto something of the other persons. If she did not release him, then he had another little plan.

Seeing as he was extremely flexible, he would bent his knees again and place his feet against the ground, then push off and pull upon the girls' arms to send those legs up and over his own head, an odd little flip roll, his body would then be manipulated and land upon the girl, lying flat. He would be on top, and he would slide his legs to both sides of her, and then attempt to continue the assault.

[ktqueen]

Yes! He went down!!!! And no...it wasn't working the way Aisling wanted it to. She was soon gritting her teeth trying to ignore the pain of his fingernails digging into her flesh. But the girl wouldn't let go because of that. She was just too damned stubborn. He then flipped her and she landed hard on her back, wide eyed. What the fuck was going on now?

Then...he landed on her. Yeah, another shocker. This guy was a freak, his piercings up close and personal now. Then his legs went around her and a frown appeared on her face. Her fingers would let go of the straps finally, and twist to lock onto his wrists. Yes, it would hurt with his nails digging in... but Aisling didn't care. She'd deal with it. In certain cases, pain was good. Maybe not at this point, but she'd llick her wounds later.

"Bitch."

Aisling would jerk her head forward, aiming her forhead right for his nose and mouth. That would hurt him a bit, and more than likely at least bust his lip. And the forehead was the toughest part of your face. Aisling could handle that.

[dzan]

Everything went as planned, and in his position upon her, he definitely had the upper-hand. But that didn't mean she couldn't send attacks, and soon enough she sent an attack. He had not fully expected it. After all, he was still human. He still made mistakes, and when her head lifted fast, he couldn't react quick enough to it. Her forehand smashed into his chin and lower lip area. He would growl and his fingers would attempt to dig even deeper into her flesh. He felt the split. He felt the pain, and the crimson liquid dripping from his lip. Oh yes.. A rush. A rush and a sudden urge. BITE!

Before the girl could pull away, hopefully. His jaws would part far and wide, those sharp, off-white fangs would press against the flash of the girl's forehead and he would then let the muscles of his jaw tense and clench. His teeth would sink in as if he was a large beast, biting into it's pray. Just the thought of blood. The smell of it. The taste of it. It got him off. A blood rush, adrenaline of sort. slight metallic taste. The liquid flowing down his throat. Yes, humans weren't meant to drink blood, and it's not like Dzan drank it all the time.. But when he did, he loved it. He got off on it. This girl would soon realize how bloodthirsty Dzan was. How dangerous he could really be.

For now, he had nothing else planned. The girls hands were currently gripping his wrists, while his fingers dug into hers. She wouldn't be able to use here hands to stop him from biting. And if she pulled away, it was likely that the bitch would loose a large chunk of flesh from her forehead, or at least have several deep cuts from his filed teeth.

[ktqueen]

"SHIT!!"

Aisling didn't like this at all. WHY WAS THE FUCKER BITING ON HER FOREHEAD??? The red head couldn't help but freeze for a moment. What the hell was his problem? He was acting like some crazy, rabid animal. Great, now she had to worry about that too!

The girl didn't move her face, she felt that his teeth...oddly shaped... were in too deep for that. And she couldn't move her hands. She began to try to work a knee between the two of them. Maybe a kick to the balls would work out all these problems. Now...just to get it where she could get a kick in.

And yes, there was blood. Aisling was ignoring the pain for now, but she wouldn't be able to handle too much more.

"Fucker."

If she got a knee in between them, she'd try her best to kick the freak in the balls. Or knee him rather. Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn't.

[dzan]

Those teeth sunk in and he let his jaws lock, like a pit bull. His eyes widened as he tasted that blood, his tongue sliding against that girls bloody forehead as he continue to add pressure to the bite. Soon enough his teeth would touch the bone of her cranium. If he could grin, there would be the biggest grin anyone would have ever seen on his face at this time. Surely this girl could only ignore the pain for so long. Sooner or later, the pain would get to her, and she would scream out, or faint. Faint would be so much better, as plans began to form in his mind, for when this girl was unconscious.

Now in his current position, with a leg at each side of this girl's waist, it would be nearly impossible for this girl to get a knee down and under with his legs locked and pressed against her sides like they were. The worst she could probably do was knee him in the back, and with him sitting upon her waist area, it wouldn't have much force behind it. His fingers would begin to dig deeper into her wrists. He was just waiting for the girl to get knocked out. And then he would proceed with his newly found plan. He wouldn't rape her or anything. But this girl would remember him forever.

[ktqueen]

Aisling faint? That was a funny idea. At least it would have been had the red head not been in such a weird situation. What the hell could she do? The pain was getting to her. And fuck did it hurt.

She screamed. More in anger than anything else. All the rage that she felt. All because she felt like she couldn't do anything at all. There was that twist in her voice due to the pain however, with the nails digging into her wrists, and teeth in her forehead....this wasn't looking good.

Aisling stopped trying to get a knee between the two of them. Instead, she planted her feet on the ground. The pale girl's teeth were gritted. One way or another, this was going to get interesting. Her feet moved backward until both her knees were in the air. True, he was still about her, sitting on her wait, but she could still move a bit. Maybe she could...buck... him off. Simple enough idea right? Tense your leg muscles, and thrust your hips forward. Put all your weight on your shoulders and feet, and go for it. Had she been able to use her hands...it would have gone better.