The hunter in the hotel

[.+.Euphemia.+.]

Euphemia's hand went still when she felt him flinch, leaving her fingers where they were until he seemed more relaxed. Tilting her head, she looked up into his eyes as she listened to him explain why the stitching looked the way it did. That made sense to her; at least as much as anything related to modern medicine did. Which wasn't much; but she at least knew how to get stitches out; granted the process had been different when she had been a young, human girl than they were now. Alot less painful, too, she imagined.

"You're welcome."She responded, smiling lightly. "But you don't owe me a thing. Unless it's your promise that you won't hunt me down later because of what I am."[/size]

[Raskard Delvan]

Raskard let her do. He tried not to be afraid. I won't hunt you. It's a promise. I hope that my guns have the same opinion. They don't fire on kind hearted persons. Demons are no exceptions. He wanted to lay down on a bed. Raskard knew that he was a little bit tired. But he didn't know if she wanted to take out the stitches right now.

'... Okay, don't get nervous... It's a woman. And the woman won't cause too much pain. Just pulling out the stitches. Less painful than a syringe...'

[.+.Euphemia.+.]

Euphemia smiled lightly and nodded, "I'll take what I can get."she laughed lightly. If he wouldn't deliberately come after her, then she would consider that a good thing. His weapons couldn't do anything to her if they weren't in his hands, as far as she knew. Looking up at him, she considered for a moment. "If you want me to take the stitches out now, I can. Or I can wait."she told him, seeming to recognize that he was tired. Anyway, she was there to help him so it didn't matter to her as long as she could be gone by dawn- or somewhere dark and out of the path of light by then.[/size]

[Raskard Delvan]

Raskard looked down at her. He smiled a bit. I don't mind if you do it ... He put his hand on his mouth while he moaned. Oh, he was so damn tired! More than expected... Sorry. I had several sleepless nights before.

The young man just tried to stay awake. Even though he knew that he could trust her.

[.+.Euphemia.+.]

"Alright."she nodded as she smiled back at him. She could see how tired he was, and she sympathized, but didn't comment on it. Looking up at him, she pitched her voice to a soothing decibel- the same that she used to entrance her prey. She wasn't trying to hypnotise him or anything, but she wanted to distract him from the tugging at the stitches so that it wouldn't be as uncomfortable for him. There was no telling if it would work or not though.

"It's alright. I understand. If you'll wait just a few minutes more, you can rest."she said in that soft tone, keeping eye contact for another moment before turning her attention to the stitches and one-by-one plucking them from his skin, until there were no more.[/size]

[Raskard Delvan]

Raskard just tried to stand on his legs. He just tried not to fall asleep. The young man managed it somehow. But he felt her cool fingers on his skin. But then there was no other feeling anymore. Nothing...

The last stitch was already out when the young man fell down. His eyes were open. Wuaah! He didn't fall on her, but he fell on the floor. I never slept while standing before. How did you make it? The young man turned on the side and looked up to her. I never met a vampire who was able to do that before. Now he was awake again!

[.+.Euphemia.+.]

Euphemia gasped in suprise when he fell, instantly reaching out to help soften his fall to the floor. "Are you alright? I didn't mean to make you fall.."she giggled.

Sitting next to where he lay, she turned her head to look at him and laughed softly, a warm smile curving her red lips. "It's a special gift I developed early on after I became a vampire..I don't like to hurt my prey, so I put them into a sleep-like trance before I bite. It's very restful, and I figured that it would be useful for you so that I couldn't accidentally hurt you pulling the stitches." she told him.[/size]

[Raskard Delvan]

Raskard nodded. Ah, I see. It's nice to know that vampires seem to develop different powers. Thank you. The young man knew that he was tired. But suddenly he knew that he didn't want to be lonely either.

The curtains were closed. If there was sunlight it wouldn't get inside. Raskard looked at them for a short moment. Then he looked back at the vampiress. I guess you want to leave, huh? I would give you a shelter. I don't mind sharing my room.

In this room there was a grey carpet. The curtains had got a dark violet tone. There was a bed in the corner. And there was a shelf on the wall, opposite of it an orange-brown door. This door led to a bathroom. Across the entrance door there was a huge dark brown wardrobe. The walls were all painted in a pale mint-lila. Just the couch was a deep dark greyish-lila. Not really "hello"-saying, but Raskard knew that he had to accept this room. It gave him a cold feling.

The young man tried to ignore the lila-tones. Too much lila and grey... Only now he registered it. Do you mind staying in a 'cold' room like this?

[.+.Euphemia.+.]

Euphemia smiled and nodded, "You're welcome."she said. She felt absolutely no guilt about letting it be known that some vampires could do things that would be unnatural- even beyond the basic vampire speed and strength. Some were killers pure and simple, and they needed to be stopped for the sake of those who weren't. Putting the thought out of her head, she turned her attention back to Raskard.

"Well, I should. I need to be someplace safe by morning. But I don't mind staying if you're sure the sun can't touch me."she responded, actually flattered that he trusted her enough to let her stay in his room during the day. Of course, she was taking the bigger risk, because if he chose to open up the curtains on her there would be nowhere for her to hide to escape them.

Looking around the room, she noticed the cold, impersonal feeling that the colors inspired but pretty much ignored it. Euphemia liked bright, vivid things after all, and this place was definitely not that. "I don't mind."she responded as she looked back to Raskard again. "I've been in worse."[/size]

[Raskard Delvan]

Raskard smiled. Thank you. I have been in worse rooms, too. Well, the worst wasn't even a room. One time it was a street full of dirt. Another time it was a little hole in a pile rubble. The young man didn't get up. He just watched her. Why are all beautiful ladies always undead? The young man smiled again. He knew that his upper body was completely naked. His chest and his stomach were completely unguarded. Also his back. Raskard felt the carpet which was torturing his right side.

[.+.Euphemia.+.]

Euphemia smiled back. "Mhm, I have to say that holes dug into dirt and rubble are the worst- I've only had to do that once though, thankfully."she said, wrinkling her nose as she recalled that. She'd had dirt under her nails for weeks, not to mention just having been very annoyed by the whole thing.

Looking down at Raskard, noticing his naked upper body and of course the compliment to her beauty, she couldn't help but to smile. And even to blush just slightly, though there wasn't much blood to darken her skin. Just what she'd fed upon. "Just misfortune, I suppose. Why are all the worthwhile ones flesh and blood?"she responded with the slightest bit of a teasing pout.[/size]

[Raskard Delvan]

Raskard wanted to get up and come closer to her. But he didn't. Why don't you try to catch me? I know, I might seem perverted because I'm half naked. But what does it matter? He laughed a little bit before he began to move slowly. Oh, he would get up and then...

Maybe he would be able to dodge her little attacks? Maybe it would endlike this; The young hunter, lying on the ground, defenseless - and upon him, the vampiress, hungry... Always longing to taste his blood... Her cold body would be a little shock for the young hunter. Not painful like ice cubes, but cold.

[.+.Euphemia.+.]

Euphemia tilted her head slightly as she listened to his suggestion, and laughed softly. "You want me to try and catch you?" she thought that over for a second, though why he would want her to she didn't know. Maybe just for play. "You don't seem perverted to me. I think you just like a little danger and unpredictability."she said thoughtfully, lips curving into a little more of a smile so that the pearl-white of her fangs stood out clearly in her smile.

Then, still smiling but with less of a toothy grin, she inched closer to him. "You really sure you want me to do that? I might get alittle carried away with the game.."[/size]

[Raskard Delvan]

Slowly he got up, getting closer to her. I really want. Can you catch me? The young man didn't expect that she could just grasp him and pull him closer to her. He wanted to jump away, but now he didn't. He just looked deep into her eyes. Oh, he was so damn close to her! As if he wanted to play with her - but he was the victim. He just didn't really notice it. Like a sheep that asks the wolf if the wolf wants to bite ...

But Raskard didn't mean to ask her to drink his blood. Oh no, he wanted to keep his blood. 'When? Right... Right... NOW!' Then his legs pushed him away from her. He felt the air in the room, striking over his skin. Like the wind when he was walking to the next town. How would it feel when his body had a meeting with the ground? Or with her body? He didn't expect that it would be very painful. It would be painful if he met the wardrobe, but that was far away. The time went so slow... And he thought that he was far away from her. Far enough to be able to flee...

[.+.Euphemia.+.]

Euphemia laughed softly, but nodded. "Alright, Raskard. I'll play."she agreed softly, looking back into his eyes as she inched closer and waited for him to move. It was only fair to let him try to evade after all, and he couldn't do that if she jumped at him when he didn't expect it. She had no intention of biting him anyway, but it was a predatorial instinct as well. She would need to be cautious..

Watching him, she knew the second he pushed off with his legs, and she leapt after him. The air slipstream from her motion twisted her dark locks back behind her head lightly, hazel-gold eyes bright as they fixed on him. She moved gracefully and quickly after the direction he had taken, interested to see if he could dodge her.[/size]