Donegal Town Ireland (Invite Only)

[morgandubhbraon]

With his back to the Castle gates yet again, Morgan trudged through the winding pathway that led to Donegal Town. He looked back over his shoulder once at the Kelly Crest boldly emblazoned on the gates in wrought iron. There was ivy winding around the design and Morgan grinned as he thought about how the gardner would have a fit to see how it had grown in just the couple weeks he'd been dispatched.

With a cheerful gait he strode purposefully down the pathway. That he could see the detail of the Gate and the Ivy at all was something in and of itself. The stars were in full bloom overhead, and there was nary a cloud in the sky. It was a new moon, so the night's sky was even darkler than typical here just down the River Eske. He heard the gurgle of water and the sounds of frogs singing in the night. Crickets and night insects sang, even lightening bugs danced their ballet in the dark sky.

Home had taken on the color of entrapment lately. It was folly for Morgan to take the risk to wander out on his own, and he had been required to make his way stealthily past the watch that had been set to keep him safe. Keep him or the people of the area he wasn't completely sure; but keep him safely within his home for certain.

He breathed in the clear night air and tasted the water, the grass, the peat bog closer to the water. He could even taste the heather on the cliffs a hundred meters away. All in one breath. He saw every speck of light from each bug as it paraded through the air effortlessly, and he ran now just as free as those small insects. His feet carried him effortlessly and he was enraptured as he felt the rush of air across his skin and saw each detail in the night with unerring precision. Every cobble of the pathway was in stark contrast to the darker mud between it, and some shone in the pale light of the stars, glinting of minerals in the gloom.

Everything fascinated him and he found his usual strength was doubled, tripled even. This was freedom. He reached the town sooner than he had anticipated; he had not allowed for his new speed. He looked around at the buildings, they were cobbled as usual and thatch roofed. The feldstone buildings glinted like pinprick stars on the ground. His new eyes missed nothing and he was in awe as he marvelled at the town that he had known since birth. Everything was new tonight.

He found his usual haunt, the pub, and began to cross the street. Whiffs of strong thick sweetness invaded his conscious mind. He felt his body react, go from carefree observer to predator in no time at all. He grinned and he knew it was a look women would swoon for. Charisma had never been lacking for him, but tonight he felt debonair and rogueish. He was cautious, so cautious. The siren song of the patrons of the Pub's blood called to him. He wanted to go inside and feed; he was hungry and he was newborn. He had to restrain himself and it took all his concentration to pull the thought of the feast just waiting for him inside the doors and force it to the back of his mind.

His eyes were dusky blue, deep desire. He leaned against the same wall he had leaned against just a few weeks before. Now he was different, no longer just morgan Dubhbraon, heir of Kelly Castle. Tonight he was Morgan Dubhbraon, Vampyre.

[lucyloo]

Lucy wandered down the abandoned street. Why was she back in Ireland? Well, simply because it took away that sense of the ‘city life’ for her, that’s why. And also, because she had to get back to New York, and she didn’t feel like flying the opposite way, only making it a longer trip that she wouldn’t be able to control herself for.

She sighed and inhaled sharply. Taking in the foreign air for one of the last times. She would surely make sure to come back to this place, she just had to. She had never drank like she did here, in her entire life, including her mortal years.

She turned a corner and saw a familiar street. This was where she scared that one boy, a couple weeks ago. Oh, what was his name? Mattiga? Yes, him. He was a mortal also, if her mind was correct. She was like an elephant, she never forgot anything.

She snickered at the thought and ran to a nearby dumpster. She did have a thing for going onto buildings. She lifted herself onto the dumpster and flung herself on top of the neighboring building. She sashayed to the ledge of the building and leaned back on her palms.

She tilted her head back and looked at the night sky. The stars being brighter than she had remembered them by. The night breeze sent a slight chill down her spine and she smiled. She loved being a vampire. Even though she could only go out at night, she got used to it, and now she loved it.

The night held a new moon instead of a full one. What a shame. No werewolves would be out tonight then, in their wolf form. She giggled at that thought as well. Seeing such a thing wander the night. She loved seeing them that way, rather than in human form. They looked like a big dog that was lost. Since the moon was in such the shape that It was, her eyes looked a dark grey. Not an electric blue, like normal.

She inhaled again and perked her head up from its tilted position. The sent seemed to prick her nose from the settled mortal stench. Another vampire? And a newborn at that? She smirked. She loved newborns. So, careless, and reckless with their new found abilities.

As if on cue she saw a male come toward the pub right across the street. She smirked at the restriction he held in his mind. As he stood against the wall, her mind clicked. It was the same man that she had seen the night she met Mattiga. But then he was human, and now he was a vampire? Hmm, another vampire must have changed him. She shrugged away the thought.

As long as there was a newborn around, why not have some fun with them? She rose from her seated position and walked over to the ledge where she had came from. She jumped, lightly and landed on the dumpster without a sound. She didn’t want to startle the man, but it would’ve been fun to see. She wandered over toward him and passed by the pub doors. The sweet aroma invading her senses made her thirst as well. She pushed it aside and walked over to him and leaned against the wall as well. “Thirsty?”

ATTIRE

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan smelled the other, his senses were so sharp he couldn't have missed it. But he kept it to himself, how could he know if they were friend or foe. He thought they might be another sent to watch him, so he pretended not to notice. But then she approached and he saw her from the very corner of his eye. She wasn't hiding, and he knew he ahd never seen her before, yet there was something flashing in her eyes of familiarity.

He looked at her as she recklessly chided him. His pride bristled at the thought of refusing, and yet the thought of all those warm bodies inside made him thirst desperately. He would have to sate himself on Guiness tonight, and it would be fun to see how his senses reacted to the alcohol. He had never been a lightweight, but he was also not a heavy drinker. That was a difference to him and a majority of the locals. But a good pint of Guiness could solve many of the ills around you.

He smirked casually and said, "Sure." He pushed past her into the bar, his pants tight as usual around his legs, his boots heavy against the wooden planked flooring. His jacket brushed her as he slipped between her and the swinging door, and he felt it contact her form. He tried to look casual and nonchalant as several pairs of eyes located him and followed his every movement. This was stupid, he had never been terribly cllumsy, actually leaning toward athletic, yet tonight he knew he moved with fluid grace. Would any of these locals notice?

He probed the tension of the air, and grinned to the bartender, "The usual, Killion," he said in a low voice as he felt nothing remiss or out of the ordinary in the room. He looked back at the female Vampyre, "Are you joining me, then?" he inquired softly barely audible to any but her. He was putting up a good show; although his very body was tense and fighting his restraint to pounce on any of these warm blooded temptations. His eyes flashed dark blue in her direction as he waited for her reply. He tried not to clench his fists as he fought against his instinctual urge to sate his thirst.

[lucyloo]

She smirked as he pushed pass her and the door. Watching a newborn go into a place like this was…. Entertaining. But, even despite her size, if he did do anything rash. She surely would be the one to ‘kick him back in his place’. But she would never fit in the role as an elder, she hated the thought of it anyway.

She held the door open as he passed by all of the lurking people and as she entered also. She had become used to the many eyes that plagued her personal life. The many eyes that thought that she was the reason that all of the homicides seemed to be happening in western New York. She smiled at a couple of people and wandered over to a lonely fellow against the wall.

She tilted her head to the side and smiled nicely. “Do you mind if I bum a smoke?” Her voice must’ve not changed back because when she spoke that sentence, it was a soprano tone rather than an alto. must’ve been all the flying that I’ve been doing lately He nodded and she took a smoke and a lighter from his shirt pocket. She lit it and smiled again before wandering toward the bar.

She turned toward him, and whispered in a smug tone. “Yeah, calm down.” She chuckled slightly and wandered toward the barstool next to him. She leapt onto it and crossed her legs and grabbed an ash tray from the seat beside her. She turned toward the bartender, “a jagerbomb.”

She turned back toward the male she had ran into before and saw his clenched fists on his lap. “Changed not that long ago huh?” She smirked slightly. “It is hard the first couple of months, but things start to even out after a while.” She inhaled a drag and ashed into the tray. “So, what’s your name?”

[morgandubhbraon]

He watched her as she prowled the place, her movements were fluid and yet calculated. He grimaced when she bummed a smoke and then approached him again. He'd taken his usual stool center of the bar, the better to hear everything going on and talk to those who hailed you. Tonight it was a jumble of voices and noise. Every chair scrape grated on his ears, every boot touching the floor was thunder to his ears.

She eventually flitted back to his side and ordered a jager bomb. He grinned as Killion filled her order dallying over whether to drop the bomb in or give it to her to do herself. Eventually he set both on a tray and handed them to her, confiding to the woman, "That's Morgan Dubhbraon, Lord of Castle Kelly!"Morgan grinned at him and he relaxed. It was a vote of character for the bartender, Morgan had not said a word, but his calm assurance told Killion that this woman was not trouble. Morgan only hoped he had not given the wrong idea. It appeared that the bartender thought they were together...

The cigarette was killing him so he held his breath. He was shocked to discover that he didn't really need to breathe and could hold his breath for quite a while. He was just marvelling over every little thing he discovered. Eventually the cigarette burned down and he could breathe again. He had almost finished his draft of Guiness and Killion arched an eyebrow inquisitively. Morgan thought about it and nodded and Killion grinned secritively and thunked another pint on the bartop in front of him.

Morgan was not even feeling any effects of alcohol, usually he'd be content with one pint, the rare times he had more than that it was cause of celebration or was one of the many nights since his mother had died. Tonight he was celebrating his new life, he only wished he knew what was to come. He was content to drink the beer and although he couldn't forget about the people in the bar, he could concentrate on the cool draft and not the tantalyzing scent of the warm blood flowing so near to him.

[lucyloo]

Lucy eyed the bartender as he blurted out who the man was that she was sitting next to. She smirked. “A lord, eh?” She crushed out the cigarette in the ash tray and slid it back over to the man on her other side. She placed her hands in her lap and shifted toward the bar itself.

The aroma of the crowed place was sending her senses haywire. It was many of the reasons why she no longer liked to go to these places alone, let alone with someone else. Especially if they were a vampire as well. She felt her eyes ache slightly and knew that her thirst was soon going to overcome her physical abilities. Such as her eyes, which she knew by now, that they at least had some specks of red in them.

She picked up both of them and downed them in one gulp. Why not splurge? She chuckled at the thought and sat both of them down on the tray again.

She peered cocked her head to the side, “I’m Lucy, Lucy Kartreight.” She winced at the sound of her own name. It was more of a self pity kind of thing that she developed when she was originally changed to the other side.

She sighed and peered over the bar, “Two shots of Tequila.” She smiled. Oh how the taste of vodka made her so lively during her feeding time. It wasn’t the feeling of the burning on her throat that made her that way, no. It was simply the taste. It made her feel sorry for the mortal that she would drink from and how much they would suffer through pain for a while.

She spun around on the chair and sat her elbows on either side of her on the bar, scoping out her choices. hmm, teenage girl. Older male. Lonely female. So many choices, and so little time. she grinned at the thought of having them all. Not that she had gone ballistic before, she had. Almost killed five people in one splurge. That was the closest she had gotten caught to it.

Lucy peered at the man sitting next to her. Hopefully he had some experience with the feeding process. If not, he would most likely end up having the same method as she did.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan grinned as he caught the hint of her intentions. He could easily see the bloodshed, Hell he wished for it himself. He was becoming wrought with the need. He wanted so much to tear them apart and gorge in the feasting. His eyes began to darken again.

He looked at her and fought with his desires. He wanted to be there when she went wild; but then again, he lived here. That thought sobered him like a slap to the face. "Lucy? Let's get out of here..." he said in a low voice. He had to live amongst these people and the Gardner knew what he was, he had to distract her...get her out of there. If she were to feed on the peasants they would be less missed.

It was a horrible rationilization, but he had to think about this logically too. He would have to feed on humans sometimes, these ones were neighbors, and most he would not miss but a few whom he would. Mostly it was the knowing that it would turn on him, force him from his family home and his refuge.

His eyes told her of his need, and he hoped she would understand he was taking them somewhere she could do what she wanted. He knew the perfect place, there had been a few deaths recently, and the place he was thinking of would hide their actions and he could feed too. His mouth turned up into a charming alluring grin. It would be what was written as charisma, or charm, or even spell casting. A mortal woman would have followed him and done whatever he said. He didn't want an obedient companion; but he needed her to follow him.

He was weakening now that he had decided he would feast tonight on living flesh. "Come with me, I won't disappoint you," he murmured. Let whoever was eavesdropping think what they would. Perhaps it would be better if they did think the wrong thing.

[lucyloo]

Lucy arched her eyebrow at the notion that he was getting. She then chuckled as the words seemed to fall into a different setting as they were intended to. Oh how people confused meanings with something else. It was pathetic. Yes, she was being sort of hypocritical, she had done that before. But now that she had gotten older over the years, those habits seemed to fade away.

She peered at Morgan, and then to the crowd once again. It was a fairly small town. Everyone probably knew each other some way or another. And since he was, ‘a lord’, maybe feasting on these people would put him in a situation. Most likely, not to his liking.

She nodded slightly and rose from the barstool. Her four foot ten height made her feel like a child standing next to a bar, let alone someone that was six foot tall. She rolled her eyes at the thought and brushed her hands down on her dress. Making sure it was hanging from her dainty shoulders rather than being balled up under the waistband.

She maneuvered through the crowd with grace. Unlike the mortals that did fill the residence, their powerful steps crushing the floorboard that were beneath them. She pushed by more people, attempting to find the door. She shoved past a final time and swung the door open. She hated crowded places now. The atmosphere seeming to be crushed by the constant hard breathing of the people. The limited space of the couples dancing together. It made her feel uneasy, most of the time anyways.

She walked to the wall of the building and leaned against it, one hand on her hip, the other on the wall itself. She waited for him to come out of the pub and start leading the way. He would know the area more than she would, at least, she hoped he did.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan breathed a sigh of relief when she seemed to understand his intentions. well he hoped she understood his intentions...to be quite honest he didn't understand his intentions past getting to the area where there were people unknown to him. He refused to think of their families and who might miss them. They were the poorest, barely getting by. He thought of it as a mercy killing. They fought the land and subsisted in hovels with barely enough to survive. Why did they try so hard, and not ask for help? There was aid to be had, his own family offered assistance, yet they were too proud.

He had finally concluded his own people's biggest weakness; pride. He knew it was true as he pushed away from the counter and smiled at Killion as he turned for the door. Killion seemed to linger his eyes on Morgan for a moment, but he said nothing.

He stepped out into the night briskly, his heavy boots audible only to his ears against the wood. He knew where she was as soon as he stepped outside. Come with me? I know where we can find prey to satisfy yet not cause harm to my home here. His words were not apologetic, but he was gald not to have feasted on people who knew him, and who he knew.

He began to walk on through the town moving like a ghost against the night. He never turned to see if she followed, instead he guided her through the almost unseen pathway amidst tangles of brush and grass. He came to a clearing where the path forked. He paused to point their destinatin. There are huts over the hill. They are seperated by land and the growth of the fields. None will hear our passing tonight, and none will truely mourn these mortals. Is this acceptable to you, Lucy? He didn't want to offend her, yet he wanted to get on with it. He could smell the blood so near, and his fangs elongated in anticipation.

[lucyloo]

Lucy scanned the hill. She honestly didn’t care about the surrounding area, but considering the fact that she liked to have the screamers, it would be a challenge for her. She nodded, “This is fine.” She started her pace up the hill and stood at the top of it, glancing out over the huts and fields.

She ran numerous thoughts through her mind about different ways to come about her feeding. She could possibly shove them down to the ground and attack from behind. But then again, she wouldn’t get the proper wine that she thirsted for. She loved diving for the External Jugular Vein in their neck. It was the best place for you to really sick your teeth into.

Her thirst enraged at the thought of the sweet wine that she was missing out on. She gritted her teeth together and started down the opposite side of the hill. She waited silently, not even breathing, in the shadow of the hill, awaiting for something to spark her mind.

She saw a young woman exit a hut and wander the opposite way. Lucy took the opportunity and ran, in a ‘flash’ and grabbed the woman and returned back to the shadow of the hill. Lucy placed her hand over the woman’s mouth and pressed down with force, almost snapping her jaw in half.

She spoke in a whisper, almost inaudible to herself. “Now, if you scream, I will be forced to kill you. If you stay quiet, and don’t move, I might let you go.” The woman nodded while a tear streamed down her face. Lucky smirked, the guilt never got to her anymore about killing innocent people. Yes, it used to. But that was when she was young, and still so naïve.

Lucy gripped the woman’s head and pushed it to the side, to where the correct vein was showing. She smirked once again and sank her canines into the woman’s neck. Lucy felt her jerk, and try to get away, but she only pressed down on her mouth with more force than before. The woman finally stopped, as most of the blood was leaving her body. Lucy released her canines from her neck and debated killing, or not killing her.

She peered back over to the place where the woman exited. She debated for a while longer and sunk her teeth back into the woman’s neck, draining every ounce of blood from her that she could. She released and licked her teeth. She spotted a tree in the distance and picked up the dead carcass of the woman and placed her behind the trunk of it.

She walked away slowly, brushing her wrist against her mouth, removing any left over blood that she had missed. She stopped a few feet away from the tree and looked back at Morgan. Hopefully he knew what he was doing, and he wouldn’t get both of them caught tonight.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan watched Lucy with rapt interest. He was brand newborn and didn't really have a lot of experience watching nor feeding. but he was good at it. He chose not to kill, there was more fun in creating willing Hors d'oeuvres, and he loved the chance to be compelling and demure. It was his downfall to be born in the wrong century; a modern man with an old worldly heart and soul.

It was like watching a scene in a movie to see Lucy's style. She was nimble and graceful, and quite compelling. His eyes could follow her as she danced through the air towards the unsuspecting woman, and he marvelled at her strength and grace as she carried the woman away form the light civilization around. His throat clenched when she bent the neck back exposing the pulsing vein. He could hear the woman's heart, and almost hear Lucy debate to kill or not to kill. The emotion she gave off was delicious. Reckless abandon...absolute wonton thrill and self enjoyment.

He was near on drunk from the intoxicating empathic vibe he was picking up. It was tantalizing in a way he could not explain. He watched until she had returned the woman's body to rest comfortably under a tree, as if she had simply sat down and died there while watching the stars. Her face which had been a mask of fear was soft now in death, and she looked peaceful.

He shot Lucy a grin that said, "my turn" as he heard another soul wandering in the night. This one was farther away, in the adjoining farmstead. But he heard the soft rustle of feet on hard packed soil and the soft whoosh of the front door opening and closing. Sounds no more than a whisper and too faint for mortal ears this far away.

He crouched and took off like a shot covering the hundreds of metres in seconds. He paused around the back of the house and noticed a walking trail leading towards the forest. He could not read minds, except when he fed when he shared the memories of those he drank from, but he could read emotions. This person was sad, almost desolately so. Morgan followed him soundlessly watching as he wandered towards the forest edge. He heard the sigh and saw the shoulder's heave. The frame was slight, but androgynous; so he could not be sure if it was man or woman.

The body moved with a fluidity that said strength and youth, and he guessed it was a teenager, or very young adult around his own age then. He caught the scent of salt, and wondered over its source until he heard the telltale catch of breath and saw the almost imperceptible shrug of shoulders. He saw a branch in the path that would take him to pass just in front of this solitary figure, and his ever insatiable curiosity quelled the instant desire to feed.

He wanted to know why this person cried and walked alone in the night. He slipped down the adjacent trail and began to step heavier so as to announce his arrival just as he broke through the veil of trees concealing him from the other's view. He stopped as he stepped out onto the path and the other person looked up at him in surprise. There were trails of fresh tears coursing down both cheeks and Morgan smiled softly, reassuringly.

It was a young man, and he was handsome. Morgan would have given him a second look had he met him on the street, and he paused now with interested curiosity in his eyes. Evening, now friend. His lilting brogue wafted softly on the night air and the boy's eyes opened a bit wider. The boy seemed to appraise Morgan now, and this pleased him. His eyes trailed over his tight jeans, and second skin t-shirt pronouncing every taught muscle of his thin frame perfectly beneath the jacket.

Morgan's friendly grin became seductive as he noted the change in the boy's face and emotions. "Who are you?" was the unexpected question. Not what are you doing here, or why; and the question was posed as one who sees a specter in the forest at night. Morgan was in his element, and decided to play this up. I could ask you the same, but I'd rather know what causes such sadness to so handsome a man?

Morgan was toying with the boy, but he also wanted to know. He was not unprepared when the boy answered explaining that his true love was sick and on death's door. He wanted to follow her, as he knew she would not live the night. He was heading to the river where the icy water would numb him before claiming him to walk forever at her side. Morgan chuckled, So it would be your great fortune that you have met Death's Angel tonight? he queried and his eyes flashed danger and dark strength, but his smile disarmed and welcomed him closer.

Without thinking, or even probably knowing what he was doing the boy took a step closer to Morgan. Inwardly Morgan smirked; it was too easy. You would gladly give yourself to Death tonight then? There would be none whom you would linger for? Know this, beware what you ask for, for I am Death's Angel and I could easily grant you the wish your mind says it desires. But does your heart really deign to leave this world so young? Have you truely done all with living that you desire? You have but to ask, and I can grant you your wish.

He saw the spark inthe boy's eyes, the question...the untended thought for what he had yet to accomplish. Morgan could see the decision change in an instant. But he wasn't through with this boy yet. He stepped forward closing the space between their bodies. He could hear the boy's heart thump in his chest, not of fear, but of desire. Morgan's fangs were elongated, but not fully advanced; and he smiled his face and body clouding the air between them with his need.

He leaned down and kissed the boy full on his lips and he watched as his eyes closed automatically and he relaxed in his stance. Morgan placed his hand around his body pulling them together. Morgan's lips moved down across his jaw and the boy leaned his head willingly. The smirk surfaced on his lips as he kissed the pulsing vein before unsheathing his fangs fully and ever so gently sinking them into the flesh. He drank and his victim moaned.

Morgan's eyes closed as he fed off the boy, and his crimson nectar was truely of the gods. It was sweet and rich with the vitality of youth. Morgan drank deeply, but did not kill the boy. Instead he lay him there gently on a mossy knoll as if he had falles asleep. Tomorrow when his blood had replinished enough he would wake and think it had all been a dream. Morgan kissed his neck one more time, tempting himself but resisting. There were others to feed from this night.

He slipped back down the path and returned to where he had left Lucy. His cheeks were flushed with the boy's blood and he wore a carefree smirk on his face.

[lucyloo]

Lucy grinned at his return. He was a newborn, but he had his technique down flat, which was good. She had never seen a newborn, about his age, have a smooth tactic as he had. It was a bit better than hers, she had to admit. But then again, some people wouldn’t always fall for his charm.

She applauded silently as she walked up the hill toward him. “very nice.” She snickered as she wandered further up the hill.

The thought of someone new having their ‘first’ feeding, made her sort of reminisce about her’s. How much the fine wine affected her, leaving her with a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach. How her senses told her to attack more often than needed. And, also, the feeling of guilt that she had actually killed somebody. That she had literally sucked someone dry. She smirked devilishly at the thought now, though.

She returned back to her accompanist for this evening and wondered if he had experienced his first, ‘advanced’ fight yet. She shook her head, she could never have a ‘fight’ with him. Well, at least it wouldn’t be fair. She remembered her first one of those too. The scars they left behind. They would always be there. Never going away, unless she would get surgery, and what would the doctors and surgeons think when they saw that she didn’t have a pulse, but she was still living?

She snarled quietly at the source of all those problems, almost inaudible to her own ears. Just the mention of her name, thought, or speaking, made her cringe and want to rip somebody’s face off. Rose. No need to say anymore. Yeah, people were her friend, but not Lucy. No, never in a million years would she ever be close to a witch like that.

She switched her attention back to the man standing near her, and pasted on a grin. “So, you’re in charge of this, ‘adventure’, where to next?” She chuckled at the thought. The minute she said those words, she pictured two kids walking around in a forest, in a world of make believe. Although it was childish, wasn’t it just like the situation right now?

(OOC: Morgan! Your post makes mine look suckish. :/ )

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan paused to think, it reminded him of taking a girl on a date, showing her around his town and country. This was similar in a way, but more complicated. He wasn't on a date and Lucy could probably tear him a new one if he even thought it was. Not that she wasn't pretty, he rather liked her devil may care attitude and she was petite and easy on the eyes. Not that he would tell her this.

She had an edge that was fun, and different for him. Where he was laid back and probably boring for her, she was wild and exciting to him. He wanted this evening to continue, he was getting an education. He would never tell her the woman she'd drained earlier was the boy he'd fed from's beloved. And a death sentence was already onher head. A Brain anuerism ready to burst and no money or ability to get to a doctor for any kind of treatment. He felt that to tell her this would lessen the kill for her. But in his mind it had become a mercy killing and everyone would think she had finally succumb to the anuerism that they had been told would kill her within the season. For Morgan it was a perfect solution and made his young to this life mind rest easy. His Coven also had strict rules of killing and he could justify the death in this manner.

He trained in to something in her emotions, a challenge of sorts, and a surety that went with it. Lucy, I want to keep this... how did you put it, 'Party', no that's not right, 'Adventure,' yes, adventure interesting. But I was wondering, you obviously can handle yourself... could you maybe show me soem things? He tried to look nonchalant, and not as interested as he was in her answer. I don't mean to take me under your wing, or beat me up, but show me some things I will need to know? It could be...fun It was her edge and strength that he could sense in her that made him ask. He knew Duskarie could handle herself, because she had survived so long, but she would be hard to ask these things. He was certain he would ask some of the others in the Coven to teach him, but tonight he had what appeared to be a great Vampyre in his estimation, and she had what he wanted to learn, edge, self confidence, and that rockstar attitude. He grinned his crooked grin that siad he was up to no good.

He looked down the hillways. Not far away was Donegal Bay, and the cliffs and moores would be a great place to go next. He looked at Lucy again, and then began to stride off in the direction he had chosen casting a come if you're coming grin over his shoulder.

[lucyloo]

Lucy grinned. He wanted her to show him some things? She kept a up a pace not far behind him. She already had some tactics in her mind that might be helpful to him. Well, at least they were helpful to her.

She ran, in flashes, all around him. In front of him, behind him, beside him, practically everywhere she could go without making a fool out of herself. She stopped, dead in her tracks, about five inches away from him and spoke six serious words that everyone needed to know. “Always, be aware of your surroundings.” She wandered back to her normal place. That was probably the best advice she could give anyone, vampire, human, werewolf, anyone.

She returned a normal pace and began walking in the same direction they were before. She kept running many situations that she had gone through in her mind. So many things that a vampire needed to know, but sometimes they had to actually experience it, for it to click in their mind. The same situation ran through her head from before. When Lucy first met Rose, and how she wanted to ‘teach’ Lucy what a real fight was like. Well, that was bullshit because as soon as the sun came up, Rose pushed her from the shadows into the skin melting sun. The thought of it made her fists clench.

That might be something she could bring up, the whole sun situation. Hopefully he knew that he wasn’t supposed to go into it, or near it, for fear that his skin would melt over onto the pavement. But, if clothing, or something else, was covering his flesh then the sun obviously couldn’t touch him. Even though Lucy never did that before, she still thought that it was a good idea.

She stretched back, thinking of a new topic to bring up. It finally clicked in her mind. Oh, self defense. She grinned at the thought. “So, I assume you know how to defend yourself. Show me something.”

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Morgan grinned as he saw her face register his request. Of course she would want to show him something or fight, it was in her stance, and on her face. So he was grinning, not rudely; but with a challenge of fun.

He could see her every move as she seemed to bounce around him, first here and then there. His eyes could follow her and when they failed his ears heard the tiniest sound she made. Her voice in his ear, her reprimand. It was so simple, yet such good advice. He nodded to let her know he heard and understood. He also looked at her with a grin to show her his thanks for the advice. He knew she was wrestling with what else she wanted to share, and say. Her face was a shifting sandstorm of expressions until she finally clicked on what she wanted to say.

He laughed. Defence? He looked down atthe ground and then back up ather. His eyes had liost any of the bright color from his feeding. They were deep flat blue. Serious, dead serious. He knew with certainty that everything he had been taught in his mortal life would be even better now with his increased senses and percepetions. He shot her a sincere look and then dropped into the most complex stance, the drunken snake. It was a fluid style that left the opponent never knowing where the attack would come from next. His body was liquid fire, every soft movement of his body shifting like the wind.

He treated her as if she were his sensei and he was being tested. As long as she didn't move he would never strike her, and that was with his mortal body...he had yet to test this body, and he was excited to do so tonight. He had no fear and no restraint. He moved around her faster than she had moved around him, punching here, kicking there...every movement calculated and precise. He had never felt so free and formidable.

He slipped away to try the ultimate Kata... it was his black belt degree test. His fists and feet had been required to move perfectly and his balance required to be spot on. If he could not correct his own mistakes he would fall, or be tripped up by his own movements. Tonight he didn't even have to think about the movements, his body moved with grace and fluidity. It was poetry in motion. He wished he had the Katana inherent to the Kata; but he moved his hands as if he held the blades, at one point he even swooped to pick up two sticks laying on the ground nearby with out even missing a beat or step in teh rhythm. It was beautiful for him to watch and he wished he could step outside himself to see how he moved, if he had captured the grace and deadly precision of a true master. It felt like it as he moved, but if he could only see himself...

He reached the end of his ritual and stood in the final stance before rising and looking at Lucy. He chuckled, he had actually almost forgotten she was there, so caught up in his Kata as he was. He kept the grin on his face as he approached her and bowed swiftly. How's that for a start?