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Requiem

To Light A Light,
Is To Case A Shadow......

Drip. Drop.

Blood dripped from the second floor, pooling onto the foyer below. Bodies littered the bedrooms upstairs -- some on the ground, others still in their beds. The place reeked of blood, giving the air a metallic taste. The ivory maiden walked slowly down the winding staircase. She didn't make a sound. Her fingers trailed softly down the railing -- this truly was a grand place. It was a shame, she thought, that such a ghastly act had to take place there. The mansion had high ceilings and large windows. The yofer was gigantic, and was lighted by a large chandelier. Requiem's boots clicked softly on the marble floor as she came to the landing. Walking calmly to the front room, she made herself at home on one of the couches. Sighing as she sank into relaxation, she stared blankly into the flames of the fireplace. She supposed she should have left, but no one would be coming any time soon -- there had been no screams. Her revenge on a former employee may have been exagerated to an extent, but it wasn't like she could let tose people get away alive. It had been a tricky menuever, but she had managed it effortlessly. Finally standing up, she pulled her hood over her head and took the servants exit. Convenience obviously had her in mind, because the neighborhood she exited into was outside the city. No one would check in on the house till high noon - and boy, did they have a prize in store for them. The utter calmness of her stride was disturbing, considering what she had just done. Her current destination was unknown, but she found herself closer and closer to the city with each step. Her thoughts were long-lived as she pondered her current predicament. It seemed like she was having to kill more and more people lately, and the authorities would eventually recognize her association -- and the fact that they were all knife murders. She, of course, never carried the same knife twice, but it wasn't an exact secret that it was her weapon of choice. She was getting sloppy. It was then that Requiem entered the city. She had no doubt fell straight into the slums, but she wasn't afraid. Even in the dead of night she was at home in the ghetto. It was early in the morning, about seven or so. Her breath curled in the morning air. The time of freezing had come, but she hardly felt the frigid air against her bare skin. It was yet to snow, but one could tell it would come soon. She was an odd sight on the deserted streets, no, she'd be an odd sight anywhere. Requiem wore little clothing, and she was very comfortable with her own body. She had silvery blue hair that could not be matched in length. Her eyes were neon blue, but you couldn't see them now. Requiem resembled something of a science experiment -- and she should have. She was. Though, it was always odd to her that she would look the part and Taz didn't. The thought of her sister made a devilish grin pull at the edge of her lips. It was about time to mess with her sister again, wasn't it?

[Shadow]

>Shadow
WOLF<

He made the leap, flying towards the disguised demon at a rate in which he doubted she could react in time to.

Thoughts trailed back as he bridged the gap, of how he came here...and why he was doing what he was. He had been down a back alley, exploring the area, looking for food. That was when he had heard the first signs of another person in the vicinity. No one ever came here from that direction, and so he was instantly put on guard.

He went closer, carefully, for a look at what it was that was intruding upon the slums. He caught a scent before he saw the physical form, which was usually the case. But what he recognized off that scent made him even more suspicious. He hadn't seen her yet, so he couldn't be sure... But that had to be blood... And not just from one person....from several. While scavenging had rid him of fine tuned senses, he could still tell a few common things from her's. Another was that she wasn't human.

He would have liked to have explained it off as a vampire and move on with his life, albeit with caution...but this was not a dream. There were rules to the distinguishing of scents, and one was to not try to explain it off as something else. This was clearly not a vampire...he knew that scent. This was something otherworldly. A mix of chemicals and emotions that bred something dark... Deadly. This was a killer... Someone highly experienced at what they did.

He had two choices there. He had to assume that he was not yet found out... But that might have not necessarily been the case. She could know he was here already... But for the choices, it didn't matter. One was to leave, run the opposite direction and move on with his life, not get in her way. However... He was hungry and desperate, and this scent had stopped his searching for the day. There needed to be retribution...so there came the second option; Attack.

It wasn't exactly the brightest thing he ever came up with, but he was food deprived and he was surprised that he hadn't moved on to hallucinations yet.

And so, he used the narrow space between the buildings, and a few stacked boxes and discarded items to get himself to the roof of the top of one. Once there, he flexed his legs and claws, breathing in the scent with flared nostrils. His ears perked and then went flat. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, slowing his breathing and taking on a hunter's guise.

He moved to the fore-front of the building slowly, staying in the shadows of an overhead cloud. There could be no doubt of it now. He saw her. He couldn't quite say that the scent matched the figure he saw, but he knew it was true, despite what she looked like on the outside. Alien. Unknown. And a killer at that. She showed no sign of the blood he scented, which made him believe even more that she was very good at what she did. Nearly perfect.

He had a choice. Right now, she wasn't looking up, or at least from what he could tell. He couldn't really see her eyes, but she didn't have her head turned towards him. He had come this far...he had seen her, he had verified his suspicions... It was time to act. No going back now.

And as she came close to his building, close enough for him to be in range, he tightened his muscles and launched himself off the building.

And even as he moved through the air...he had doubts.

Did he really want to get involved....?

Did he even know what he was getting into?

No. He didn't.

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Requiem

To Light A Light,
Is To Case A Shadow......

Casting an absent glance into the sky, a deep sigh sent soft gray swirls into the atmosphere. Clouds lay thick there. The only sign of the sun was the light gray color and that the stars were absent. Neon blue eyes cut daggers through the Blankett of the Sky as she scowled violently to herself. Her decision to seduce her way into being a "mob favorite" had seemed like a gd idea at irst, and had the mob not been full of idiots things would have gone quite nicely. The original plan hadn't been complicated. In a matter of weeks, Reqiem had managed to jump t become the mob's "favorite girl". From there, things had been easy to control. Almost everything material had been easily gained. In fact, the dagger she had killed them with had been a gift to yours truly. The whole mob sealed their fate when they had allowed her "Daddy" to enter into a partnership that would ruin hihm. Since, at that pooint, he was her only surce of incme, you could see why this was an issue. Requiem had thrown quite a fit, but was ignored -- because she was a girl, she assumed. Collectively seen as a whore, actually. Any thinking person who actually knew Requiem would find this odd. She depreciated her own value, but anyone else who attempted such a thing would end up with a slit in their throat. When her Daddy aggreed to invest in the coal stocks (an investmate she knew would leave them in financial ruin), that had been the endf it. Requiem cold-bloodedly killed the heads of the mob and took off with their remaining cash supply. Her assorted money purses (hidden in the folded fabrics of her cloaks) were now full with hundred dollar bills. Blood money. Money she planned to use on a slightly less lavish appartement on the upper end of Akaika. She'd spoil herself for a week or so, she supposed, but would eventually come up with an equally ferocious plan. First things first, though, and that was buying a new set of daggers. Her favorite weapon shop was just up the way, and now was as good a time as any. Walking down the street at a more purposeful gate, she expertly picked out the alley where her face would be recognized. As she turned to cross the street, the hairs on the back of her neck began to tingle. Her eyes flicked to the corners of their sockets and her body followed shortly after. Just as her body turned to meet him, she felt his claws on her skin. A soft dribble of blood trailed down her arm -- but she wasn't unused to pain. Spreading her palm and closing her fingers, she made a quick swipe towards his vulnerable underbelley. Requiems lithe figure did nothing to suggest her strength. The muscles in her arm rolled and the beast would have to make a quick decision -- either move or be sent flying.

[Shadow]

>Shadow
WOLF<

Pain. Now that wasn't how this was supposed to go. But neither was this whole venture into the city for that matter. Like the ruined remains of his pathetic lunch a day or two ago, he lay beaten and bruised on the ground, nearly out of commission. That was definitely not how it was supposed to go. A quick check in his mind showed that he had indeed left himself open...as most lunges did. A counter-attack..one the likes of he had never seen before. He had seen strength before...but not this kind of strength. He was right in assuming she was something beyond human...beyond supernatural. She created a new level all by herself.

He tried to stand, but found himself almost falling back the ground again, his vision and front paws slipping momentarily. As his vision came back, he assessed the damage... Too wounded to fight... to wounded to even be in this area, this city. His ribs, a few were broken... Some kind of internal bleeding..had to be.

How could someone be that strong? He looked to her growling and bearing his teeth, natural instinct, protecting himself. But that didn't last long. His facade fell as he turned from her and stumbled slowly away, taking a few steps from her.

Maybe she would let him go. He knew that if he had been the one attacked, he wouldn't have...but that was really up for this killer to decide, not him.

He should have thought it through more. He had thought that one attack...one surprise blow would win it for him... And it ended up losing it for him... He was too malnourished to put up much of a fight anyway...and with that punch...he was done fighting.

He hated to think about it...but he might be spending his last few moments begging for his life.

He continued his painfully slow stumble away from her, his mind constantly telling him that it would be nice to just sleep...to just let all these worries wash away...the pain would disappear....just lay on the ground and sleep.

If only it were that easy...

[/Dream !]

Requiem

To Light A Light,
Is To Case A Shadow......

Stupid mutt, Requiem thought as the canine went flying through the air.. Should have moved…or, better yet, you should have just left me alone.. She almost rolled her eyes at the humility. A small stream of blood trickled down her arm from a pair of claw marks on her shoulder. The injury was shallow, but had torn her black cloak. Had she been in her normal, irritable, mood, Requiem probably would have killed him on that basis alone. Disinterest didn’t waver for a moment as she wiped the blood away with her fingers – she dared him to attack her now. Something did begin to ring in her mind and a smirk grew unchecked on her face. ”Ah-Ah-Ah” she scolded, waving her finger with her arm extended. ”Come.” she ordered, pointing at the ground. She hardly knew what to do with the dog, but how the next hour or two played out would decide a lot. Was he truly an animal? Seemed to be. Though, as idiotic as his attack had been, animals had a tendency to flee her presence. She figured she had a 50/50 chance. Well, more like a 75/25 chance. She’d have something for him to do either way. First she’d have to keep him alive. Yay. The move would seem out of character, but it was all for personal gain. Luckily, the weapon dealer was skilled in many forms of magic. Healing the wolf would be easy. If he was a wolf, that is. Otherwise, the treatment could kill him. Shape Shifters commonly underwent surgery as a human. Of course, some Shape Shifters were lucky and could keep their true forms hidden.

We’d see how soon,
How lucky this one was.

ooc: I'm sorry for the lack of length
The next one will be longer, I
promise =S

[Shadow]

>Shadow
WOLF<

Did she think him a fool? Why would he come to her? He glanced back, the vertigo of the movement leaving him dazed momentarily. She was commanding him like he was nothing more than a mere dog. Like he had never attacked at all....

Lies...

He knew better. He may have been injured, but he still had his wits about him. Half delirious he may be, but he was no fool. She knew he was more than he appeared...she had to. Just like he knew she was much more than what she showed on the outside. But he could play along... She was a fool to offer him help after he attacked her...but at this point, he really didn't care who the help came from. He knew that if he disobeyed her...as infuriating as that was, he was NOT A PET, she would kill him. Not sparing a second glance or chance for his pathetic existence.

He sighed, looking at the ground, his tail between his legs. His life just kept getting better and better. He turned his limping walk around and directed it to the demon. He made his way over to her as quickly as he dared, each step threatening to throw him to ground with the vertigo on his mind. As he got within an arm's reach of her, he laid down beneath her gaze. He kept his eyes lowered. No more... He seemed to project with his body, No more pain...no more fighting... I give up, you win.

[/Dream !]

Requiem

To Light A Light,
Is To Case A Shadow......

A devillish chuckle adorned the air, hanging there in the morning still. "That must kill you, my dear." she said thoughtfully, crouching onto her toes to meet the wolf's eyes. Her own orbs lingered there for a moment, "You could be quite useful to me." She muttered, seeming to search in his own piercing gaze. Requiem had always found animals to be better companions than humans -- or the majority of other races, for that matter. Requiem allowed the gears in her mind to turn. "I'll make you a deal," she let that waver for a moment, "In exchange for your loyalty, you will live the rest of your life comfortably. A home, food, whatever it is you desire." Then she laughed, "Unless, that is, you are just a dumb animal." Balancing on her toes, she straightened up. "I'll give you time to think on it. In the meantime, I'm getting a new pair of dagers. Follow me if you'd like." She shrugged, turning away from the wolf and making her way across the street and down an alley. Her shoes clicked, echoing loudly on the alley walls. A door was embedded in the stone and she knocked loudly. A small slit in the door slid away. "Who goes there?" a harsh, gruff voice said. "Three guesses, and the first two don't count." Requiem replied lightly. A tone that no doubt give him a false sense of security. "Requiem," he huffed, "The last time you---" A needle sailed through the ai, grazing past his eye and finding it's place in the wall behind. "Don't try my patience, Ottol." her growl was dangerous and dripped venom. A small click echoed through the air and the door swung open.

[Shadow]

>Shadow
WOLF<

If the chuckle wasn't enough to unnerve him, the searching gaze that peered into his eyes and being was enough to do more than that. He kept the connection of their eyes, barely, trying desperately to not give anything away that he didn't want her to know, as if she could read his mind by looking into his eyes. He could be useful to her? That didn't sound good at all... She was going to have him do crazy things...he just knew it. With her having that murderous presence around her, there was no telling what he would have to do for her if he accepted her offer. Whether he was merely an animal companion or a servant or any number of things for her, he doubted any of them would be pleasant....but her offer seemed genuine enough...

What was the cost of loyalty? He wouldn't know....not upfront... He still thought he'd pay for it later....but his life as of late left alot to be desired. To live in comfort...food, shelter... It was better than not being guaranteed a single meal out on the streets, hiding from the humans...digging in trash.

It was then that she walked away, moving towards the shop. No...he wasn't a dumb animal...he would accept her offer... But with caution... Like it would matter when the time came for his loyalty to be tested. She would hunt him if he went against her... Well... off to buy a new dagger for now... After that...it was up to her to decide what to do with her wounded wolf. He refused to shift...at least for now. It would only make things worse...for his wounds and for his contract with the demon.

He followed slowly, quietly making his way behind her, wincing with almost every step. His werewolf body was doing its job in healing him faster than a normal human would...but it could only do so much...broken bones tended to heal the same way....broken.

As she came to the door, he stopped a little ways down the alley, listening in on the conversation. From what he could hear, the two had a great relationship...the demon threatened the man named Ottol and Requiem got what she wanted. A great deal... One that made Shadow shiver a little. He hated to be on the receiving side of her anger.

He slipped in after Requiem as she entered the now open door, and Shadow quickly made himself as unnoticeable and small as possible. Let her do her deal and stay hidden, she would call if she needed him... Best idea he had ever thought of.