Twisted Ties

Greetings amigos and amigas. Cobra Strife back here again and with another ficcy!

This story is actually based off a role play that myself and my friend greyjay have been doing. We've liked how it turned out so far that we've decided to turn it into story format and seeing as I have plenty of logs, this will be easy to update XP

The storyline and the background of the characters are a bit fucked up since we've both done storylines for everyone before we even met one another and started this rp. So though things may get really confuzzling, please bear with ^^.

Whenever a new character comes in, I shall list who they belong to.

Velacia Serpanthos is my character. Kaine Ny'Tshaide is greyjay's. If wanting to learn a bit more about the character feel free to view the following link:

http://wiki.realmroleplayers.com/Kaine

The character Hadriel belongs to one of greyjay's friends.

Here is also the 'cover' picture for the story. Coloured and lined version. May revamp later.

http://cobrastrife.deviantart.com/art/Twisted-Ties-Sketch-107934264
http://cobrastrife.deviantart.com/art/Twisted-Ties-Coloured-107934645

Though most of my stories do involve a lot of sexual conduct, this story is not based on it for there are a lot of twisted plot lines and LOTS of mindfucking. However there will be the occasional lemon. Such as in this chapter.

Hope you enjoy!

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The midday sun trickled through the vast overgrowth of the forest below, thin beams of light shining down onto the fertile ground within the trees encasing. Everything around the area gave off the fresh, rejuvenating aroma of life, whether visually or by scent. The imagery could entrance one who could easily be distracted by the wonders of nature, though to others it could be seen as merely background, such as one creature that was passing through.

An adult female hydra was passing through the underbrush of the forest on all fours, her green and black scaled limbs gently passing over the earth without leaving much of a mark, with the exception of the flecking specs of dried blood that came off from her coated front limbs, leaving a trail of little red dots behind her, almost giving off the illusion of a bread crumb trail.

Her long whiplike tail was swaying softly back and forth behind her, an aura of peace around the woman. She had almost knee-length long black hair with red bangs that framed around the contours of her face and accentuated her black eyes with her silver irises giving the only hint of colour from their dark depths. The only clothing she wore was a simple black upper and undergarment, though the hybrid would of gladly been happy to trek along the forest nude, if it weren't for the fact of her various encounters with idiotic males who would attempt to bed her the chance they saw her. Attempt, but fail in the end.

A dark smile was splayed upon her features as she thought back to her last set of attackers, a couple of demons who thought they had the upper hand, but that only ended with futile efforts and death had swiftly met them from the claws of this hybrid.

Her name was Velacia Serpanthos and she was one of the last few of her kind. The hydras use to be a grand race, though their only care was to continue the reproduction of their own kind and living in peace within nature, though that life had ended when a human had strayed into a hydra's grounds during two of her kind's mating and did not leave when warned, and thus ended in their death.

Apparently humans didn't take too kindly to this and saw them as vile beasts and soon warrants went around various villages, issuing an act to slay them all. And then soon enough others joined in, different species who may not of even heard of the hydras now wanted a part of the hefty bounty the slain reptilian creatures provided, and thus their numbers had dwindled swiftly.

Only Velacia and perhaps a few others remained, though the woman had not come along any of her kind for she was always on the move, her intent on completing two missions that was vital to her kind's survival.

There was a land, hidden some where, far far away, that was holy ground for all hydra. Rumour had it that their ancestor lived within those lands and would provide the knowledge of survival should a hydra step onto it. Velacia had not met anyone from her kind who had succeeded in such a task but knew that she must try, even if the effort may be deemed futile. There was a scent, one that was always faintly within her reach and within the back of her mind, she knew it would lead her to the destination she needed, though it was always faint, no matter where she trekked. Hopefully one day that scent would increase.

Her second mission was to repopulate her kind, though granted it would be deemed a lot easier once she found a male partner. However she knew it was a mild chance to find another of her people and would not reject the idea of mating another species, provided it would bring strength to the brood. Already she had intercourse twice during her long journey, though neither mate was suitable, or deemed fertile enough to impregnate her eggs. Granted there were other methods for Velacia to bare children, though mating with another would be the easier way.

Her trek had not been easy and the constant attacks from various bounty hunters were increasing, though she had proved successful in the end, their failure only being cured with death. It irritated the woman, facing those that would try to kill her or even merely bed her, though she took it as a way of always keeping alert, the fight for the protection of her life always keeping her at the ready. Yet at times she wished some of them could take the hint that she was causing no trouble unless an attack was inflicted against her first. It really did make the hybrid weary at times.

Stupid males, thinking they could bed me so easily. What have the other species come to? Velacia pondered to herself disdainfully as she glanced down at her dried blood covered arms, having remained upon her scales for the past few hours. Though the taste of the red liquid interested her, as did its scent, she grew tired of it and wished to be clean.

Poking her long forked tongue out into the air, she picked up the scent of a fresh river not too far from her location. Soon enough she came upon it, the length of it twisting through the vast forest, seeming to stretch on deeper into its depths.

Stopping before it she dipped her arms into the water, smiling softly at the cool sensation as she leisurely rubbed the caked blood off of her limbs, watching it with mild satisfaction as it flowed away with the current, her pointed ears keeping alert to any abnormal sounds.

Everything seemed calm. The air was still fresh and clean and the only life that could be heard around her was the singing of birds, or the sounds of foraging critters.

However that slowly began to change as a strange air befell the area. Pausing in her cleaning Velacia tilted her head to the side, listening intently, the sound of nature coming to a dead still, the animals having either just fallen silent or have run off.

Glancing upwards slightly the woman's black orbs narrowed as the bright blue sun seemed to darken slightly and her tongue poked out from her mouth again, the points probing the air, the fresh scent seeming to slowly be tainted by the scent of another, one that wasn't so pleasant, yet quite familiar.

It was that of blood, but it seem different then the one that Velacia had just been washing off her form. Looking around carefully, though sensing that she was indeed alone, the faint image of objects appeared from the far end of the river, slowly floating down to her location. There were quite a bit of them and the hydra gazed at them carefully, her tail tensing at first and then relaxed as her nose was crinkling slightly at the recognization of them.

Body parts. Numerous body parts from different people. Both male and female, and from various different age spectrums, whether children, adults or the elderly. Some of the pieces were identifiable as parts of limbs or torn heads while others were just chunks of the red flesh, some with broken bones protruding from within, the river becoming clouded with the red fluid.

Moving back from the river, the smell of blood quite pungent now, she turned her attention upstream where still a fair assortment of body pieces were floating on through, her curiosity having been piqued.

Where is all of this coming from? she wondered mildly as she began to trek towards the source of the massacred creatures, absently watching the haphazard shapes continuing to slowly float down.

On most cases the hydra would ignore things such as these, caring only for the well being of herself and any other of her kind she may come across, yet time and time again it would still astound her when she saw mass murder of any race. More often then not she saw it within the human race, though the only things those creatures were good for was destruction of themselves or that of others.

She was still learning, even at the age of a full century she knew there was still a lot out there, though others may deem her a master of how to survive within the wild. And if the situation was indeed dire, she would simply retreat, seeing no cowardice in wanting to stay cautious and protective of oneself.

Not far from her previous location along the riverbank, she came to th edge of the forest where the river passed through a small village a little away from her. A large plume of smoke was coming from within the center of the village, wafting slowly into the slightly darkened sky, most likely being the reason to the discolour of the normally cyan blue ceiling.

Tilting her head sky ward Velacia also saw a group of black forms flying within a circle, giving off the illusions of vultures waiting for a corspe that their talons and beaks could shred into. But they were much too small to be the carnivorous birds, and not this many would travel in a pack.

Velacia looked around her surroundings, inhaling the air slowly. She couldn't sense any attackers nearby. There was only silence. No clashing of swords or other weapons. Not even any screams. Just plain silence. Not even the forms way above the village made any noise.

Perhaps everyone is dead and the attackers left the hydra mused as she remained on her haunches for a moment, looking around her again.

A small form of pity came within her for the beings who were slaughtered, but as soon as the thought came, it then left. Her kind lived by the law of survival of the fittest. Anyone who was too weak to defend their own life... well the answer was quite obvious in the end.

Her focus centered upon the beacon of smoke curling upwards, deciding that perhaps she may find something there. She slowly began to move upon on all fours again, all her focus at the ready. Though she may be indeed alone, minus the flying creatures above, she would still remain on guard. Anything could happen really.

As she neared the outer edge of the village, it indeed became clear that the source of blood and body parts came from within this town. Looking around carefully as she trekked within, she eyed every single building that was smeared and spattered with the dark crimson liquid. Bloody hand prints were smudged along some of them and the ground was still very damp, her clawed hands and reptilian feet leaving indentations easily within. A few skinless corpses the hydra passed littered some of the streets, the raw flesh of their faces all twisted in horror.

"What is this?" she murmured out softly, in complete awe of all of the carnage around her.

She had seen plenty, during her long travels, yet it still surprised her time and time again at how these atrocities could be acted out upon the innocent, or more so the helpless and the weak. No one was truly innocent these days.

It even aroused her oddly to some point, to see all of the blood and guts spewed everywhere, for she could be swayed to violent tendencies herself, though never was she one to slay for mere fun. Only in defense.

Though perhaps she felt so oddly with how warm it felt within the air as her eyes landed on a mere temple a bit away from her. It was a humble one in some way, laid within the center of the village, being the source of the smoke as its wooden walls and ceiling were all ablaze, the bright hue of colours swirling upwards violently.

As she approached the burning temple, she eyed all the carnage around her again, the scent of blood almost scalding her senses that she retracted her tongue within her mouth. Yes, whoever had done this was powerful indeed.

Upon slowly coming into the center square of the village she could see more of the flames lashing upwards, like a tongue of fire. Some of the black winged creatures were swooping up and down around it, though what they were was still undistinguished.

However her attention landed upon a single form standing before the temple, causing her to halt from her movements, tensing as she eyed them cautiously.

The lone figure was tall and seemed male with physical distributions she could convey upon his form. He had strange dark purple hair that stood up in meticulously high placed spikes and wore black clothing, comprising of a tight sleeveless shirt, tight leather pants and knee high buckled boots, complimented with various silver accessories. A wicked looking sword was plunged into the blood soaked ground to his side as he watched the temple burn, giving off the aura that he was basking within the fruits of his labour, or perhaps what seemed to have been his labour.

Velacia remained still as she studied whatever she could of the man, from the colour of his hair, to his posture to the sword that laid embedded within the bloody soil. A slight foreboding sensation had risen in her, having a very good feeling that he was most likely the one to have cause this carnage.

What on earth could have been his motive? But then again, did any of these humanoids have real motives?

The hydra began to slowly debate the situation before her. Perhaps already this person had sensed her presence, or maybe she was lucky that they were still distracted by their own work that she could sneak away quietly. She wasn't particularly in a mood to fight but she would defend herself if the need arises.

Her curiosity in the end got the better of her as she stalked slightly a bit closer before halting with only ten meters apart from the both of them. It would be interesting to see why they had done so much damage and what kind of being they were. She finally spoke, her soft baritone wafting over the bloody, if silent field.

"You were the one who shed so much blood?"

The man didn't turn to look at her when she spoke and it seemed that he already knew that she had been standing there. He in turn spoke as well, his voice having a calm, cool and velvet tone to it.

"I'm surprised you had the courage to speak. I'm pleasantly surprised".

There was something about his tone that seemed roguish in a way...

Velacia tilted her head slightly to the side as she took in the sound of this man. It seemed pleasant enough, even soothing in some way. The hydra liked that voice. There were many sounds that she enjoyed, though not nearly enough voices she could stand listening too. Ironic enough that one that she finds pleasant to hear belonged to a ruthless killer.

"Circumstances such as these are not uncommon in my travels, though your methods are interesting indeed" she commented casually, eyeing the carnage again as if accentuating the fact visually before returning her gaze to the spiked haired man before her.

"What is it that these mortals did to invoke such a task from you?"

Yes, she was curious. She was intrigued by the killing motives of others. Some were for survival, some for revenge, others out of boredom or even pleasure. Many factors.

The blade sticking out of the ground seemed to dissipate into a wisp of shadow which faded from view as the figure turned to face her. His intense pale blue eyes almost seemed to glow faintly, his handsome features unmarred by any blood, neither were his clothes for that matter. There wasn't even a single speck of blood on him. A sly but alluring smile on his lips and a goblet in one hand, he simply smiled at her calmly as he replied.

"These insects were followers of someone I dislike." He paused and took a sip of whatever drink was in the ornate goblet. The silver of his belt, studded bracers, necklace and earring gleaming in the light of the blazing fire behind him. "I hope you don't have a problem with what I've done."

Upon seeing his face Velacia's eyes widened in slight interest, her tail twitching mildly behind her as she smirked slightly at his answer, gazing over his form and his selection of clothing, even taking in the goblet that he held within his hand.

Ah...a dispute between rivals...

"Though I am particularly not a fan of slaying those who are weak, no, I don't have any problems with what you have done. It is not my business. I only came to merely inspect what was soiling the water of the river I was cleansing myself in" she let out, flashing her fangs slightly at him. The strength she could feel from this one was satiating in a way, as if she was getting off from the powerful aura he let out. Heck even his attitude seemed like a breath of fresh air in a way.

However she was still on guard. If he were to attack her, she had no qualms of scarring that pretty face, though it would be a shame to mar something so... dark and alluring.

He began to walk toward her at a leisurely stride, his free hand tucked at the small of his back as he took another sip from the ornate goblet as his gaze remained calmly with hers. Suddenly he vanished when reality seemed to ripple briefly around him, causing Velacia's eyes to narrow slightly, her tail twitching softly again. Yes, he was definitely a powerful one. She was always wary of those who could bend the field before them or had some form of magical powers.

During that brief moment she could sense someone behind her. There he stood, having eliminated all that distance that had been between them. But he seemed to have no intention of attacking however. He merely remained standing in a relaxed stance, his blade nowhere to be seen.

"And is your curiosity sated?" he asked casually while his icy blue eyes were scanning her as a scientist might observe a unique specimen.

She remained relaxed though seemed somewhat wary of the change of distance between the two. He was close. Far too close. Closer then even others have dared. Those who were foolish enough to try got part of their organs taken out of their body. However, he showed no signs of hostility... for the moment.

She turned slowly around, remaining in her crouched stance, watching his eyes gaze over her form, a little curious as to how he was taking her in. Smirking she stood to full height, not as tall as he, but close, just reaching to his chin. She stretched slightly, never having been embarrassed of how exposed she was, no matter who she faced.

"I suppose it has been. I thank you... this was... a lovely detour" she replied, eyeing him as his sly smirk turned into a dark grin at her response.

"Well well well....aren't you just full of surprises..." he muses as he takes another step forward till he is barely three feet away, raising his arm slightly to gesture the goblet within his hand. "Care for a drink? You look as though you have been traveling for some time."

His words were smooth and calm, but it seemed almost strange to hear him speak of something like that. His casual demeanor after such a vicious slaughter spoke volumes about what sort of being he was... one that shouldn't be taken lightly.

A little bold, isn't he? Velacia smirked as he moved nearer, her arms hanging limply at her sides as she stood in a loose stance, her tail swaying lazily behind her as she gazed at his expression as he had closed a bit more of a distance between the two. She flickered her tongue out, tasting the air before her, the air coming from around him. Whatever he was, she still tread carefully. She wasn't sure if he had something planned or was playing at random, but she was no fool. At his offer she chuckled slightly, shaking her head a bit, declining his suggestion.

"No thank you. I am very... picky to what I ingest. And yes, I am always on the move. I can never really stop" she gently murmured, cricking her neck slightly, gazing momentarily at the darkened sky, gaging the time. Though she had no idea where she was going, she always felt like she had to keep moving. Perhaps it was the instinct of her dying tribe, but it was an instinct she stood by.

"I should best be going. It was a... pleasure to meet you" she drawled out, giving a slight mocking bow, her dark eyes glinting, illuminated only by the fire burning from the temple behind them.

"What a shame... I was curious to know more about you. I don't believe I have seen a creature quite like you before. I'm intrigued."

Despite her declining his offer he extends the ornate goblet toward her anyway, the aroma of its contents so similar yet distinctly different from the smell of blood that permeated the air around them.

"I saw you coming, I was rather looking forward to hearing a bit about you."

Velacia glanced briefly at the goblet, contemplating even though she already knew her answer. Her tongue flickered out again to taste the aroma. It was definitely captivating, almost as much as the delightful being before her. She then returned her gaze to the man, narrowing her eyes slightly as she did, a slight grin upon her lips. Was he trying to seduce her? It was similar to some tricks some males, human or otherwise, had played towards her before. Depending on her mood, she would play along to a point before teaching them some manners... yet she doubted this would be an easy one.

Something still warned her about the goblet though. She always was cautious of accepting something from the enemy, or a stranger of sorts, and she wasn't merely going to accept a drink from someone she just met a few minutes ago.

"Stories tend to be long and tedious at times. I am not surprised you haven't seen someone like me. My race is a dying one, almost on the brink of extinction. There are not many of us left" she decided to let out, to sate his curiosity a bit. "I am just currently on the search for my heritage, where the first came from. That and other tedious matters" she finished, shrugging slightly as if the added extras were not as important, or at least not to him. And she wasn't in the mood to play teacher for matters he wouldn't be able to comprehend about her kind.

"Fascinating..." he lets out as he retracted his hand, the goblet remaining hovering before her on what seemed to be a small cloud of inked black wisps, curling and floating around the object, only increasing Velacia's cautious attitude towards it.

Just then one of the small black things suddenly came swooping down from the sky and perched upon his shoulder. Velacia looked at it curiously, discerning that it was some sort of petite dragon formed of tangible shadow. Though it only briefly drew her attention, not grasping enough as the man did, or the goblet, finding the black wisps curling from it still luring in some way. While the man and the creature seemed to have a brief wordless communication before it flits off back into the sky to join the others.

"Were you aware that someone was following you?" he asked though there was no concern in his tone, just that ever calm velvet voice as he returned his penetrating gaze to her, finally drawing her attention back to him fully as she raised one of her thin eyebrows elegantly.

"Was there? I know there are those out to extinguish my kind permanently... but no, I suppose I have not" she went on, his gaze seeming to unnerve her slightly. She had gotten various different stares, angry, afraid, lust... but none such as his...

"I suppose I should disembark again. Though if they wish to engage in combat, I'll be more then happy to comply. Thank you for the information" she continued, watching as his smirk twists into one of amusement, apparently entertained by the notion of this creature fighting off her followers.

"Why not wait here for them? It is a tactically sound location. They will be unnerved by the surroundings giving you the advantage."

His words showed a glimmer of a tactical, analytical mind that somehow didn't seem to fit properly with the young handsome appearance. Meanwhile his goblet never once moved, the tendrils of darkness simply continued to curl and wrap around it like some sort of living creature. Something about that aroma was calling to her to the point of distraction, seeming to want for her to do more then just look at it.

She quirked an eyebrow at him, mildly surprised by his inquisitive mind. So he wasn't just some bludgeoning warrior who only cared about spilling blood. He knew how to think too. One didn't find many of those these days, with the exception of old lineages of demons. She half wondered if he was one himself. He definitely wasn't human, that she could surmise with what she had seen so far. No human ever held that kind of power.

"I suppose you are right" she finally agreed, examining her clawed fingers. She was all for using an advantage within combat if she had it and who knows how well trained these hunters were. She smirked at the notion of spilling their blood before gazing at the goblet again. It was still luring her to it. Many scents had called to her before, but none as strong as this, nor as demanding.

"... if you don't mind my asking, what IS in that goblet of yours? It has a peculiar smell to it".

"It is merely bloodwine. Some of the finest vintage at that. It may be a bit strong for you however. If you do choose to try it, please mind how much you drink" he cautioned as he glanced up and at that moment the numerous flying creatures seemed to scatter and depart, leaving the sky vacant aside from the dark smoke which had now begun to dim the sun while Velacia gazed at the goblet one last time before looking at him.

"Ah. Well then, I best choose to not drink it in case it impedes my fighting capabilities" she decided.

Many forms of what humans would call 'alcohol' had no effect on her, but some of the stronger brands she had to be careful. The last thing she needed was to die from a mishap just because of something she ingested.

"They should be here in short order. I'm curious to see how well you fair" he continued mildly, his gaze returning to hers, a smirk upon his thin lips, causing her to scoff as her tail flicked slightly behind her.

"Whether it amuses you or not, that I do not care. We'll see if they are the challenge I need or the same maggots I face countless times before" she drawled as she stalked past him slightly, feeling no interest in hiding herself from her pursuers. She was curious as to who was following her, and how much difficulty she would receive within battle.

Just then there was a sharp whistle and his hand snapped out, grabbing hold of the feathered arrow as it was mere inches from Velacia's throat. He continued to smirk slyly at her.

"Not the best of beginnings for your battle I would say" he casually stated as the arrow that was in his hand slowly seemed to decay and rot till it turned to dirt and fell to the bloody ground.

She gritted her teeth at his comment, not appreciating the tone that came with it. She sensed presences nearby, though, and only to herself she would admit, not that arrow.

Cocky man she grumbled but then ignored the being as she crouched down, her eyes darting around her, her tongue tasting the air. No, these were definitely not humans.

Another whistle is heard from another direction. It seemed as though there were at least two attackers and they had managed to move to flank her, hidden amongst the buildings. Velacia's muscles tensed, her tail lashing excitedly behind her. She awaited for the next move, knowing that soon it would be there last.

The purple haired man took a single step away from her, and at the same time a faint shadow could be seen on the ground around her, a weighted net having been launched into the air, was falling toward her swiftly, its intent on ensnaring her completely.

Seeing the shadow around her, she darted to the side, the net missing her as it hit the charred ground with a dull thud. Growling slightly, she darted towards the scent closer to her, the one that had launched the net.

She scrabbled over the building that the creature was hiding behind, moving faster then even the most nimble of creatures, her claws sinking slightly into the decayed, rotten building before she launched herself on the creature below her, said being barely getting out of the way.

The creature was bull like, wearing light leather armour, that along the lines of a bounty hunter. Seeing the various different coloured strips of scaled pieces along said armour, Velacia's eyes narrowed dangerously. She knew that skin, even the scent was still there, if only a bit more faint now. It was that of her kind.

"We have you now wretched female. Soon you too will be a trophy strapped along our walls, and if you're lucky, we'll play with you first before your death" the beast sneered, eyeing her near nude form slightly in a lusting light. The woman merely snorted, rolling her eyes at the depraving creature.

"Go on and try fool. I will not come so easily" she snapped. The bull hybrid drew his weapon, a new line of crossbow that could shoot arrows faster then the usual ones. He aimed at her and fired. She merely danced and dodged away, her body twisting easily, almost as if her skeleton was as malleable as that of a serpent's as moved closer to the creature, her tongue tasting the air for the other attacker dare he try to ambush her.

The purple haired man was now standing on top of one of the nearby buildings and simply watched with his calm air, not interfering. He knew that the second attacker was making his way toward the location of the first, but he wanted to see just how well this creature could defend herself. Combat and war were things that he reveled in, and he hadn't found a decent challenge in combat in a very very long time. Perhaps this mortal would prove some amusement, even if in the end she would lose no matter what she did.

Soon he could see the second attacker coming up behind the female creature as his partner tried to keep her attention on himself, hoping to restrain her quickly.

As she lashed out at the bull hybrid before her with her claws, did she taste the scent of the other rushing up behind her with her tongue. Grinning at the attacker before her, she gently back flipped, kicking the one behind her into the bull, laughing slightly as they tumbled over.

"Clumsy clumsy... I do hope you're not that bad in bed as you are on the battlefield" she teased, the two bounty hunters growling angrily as they stood, separating from the other.

"Just wait and see wench! You'll regret that comment!" the second demon warned, blue skinned in colour with short black horns poking from his forehead and wearing similar garb as the bull hybrid did. Velacia merely rolled her eyes at his words, as unimpressed with him as she was with his partner.

"It would be you who should regret that comment" she quipped before darting forward.

She knocked the modified crossbow out of the bull's hands as she placed her arms crossed out before her in a defensive measure, the demon having unsheathed his sword, bringing it down against her arms, having sliced the skin but not deeply. Her face remained neutral as blood dripped out before her hands whipped forward, grasping the demon by the face, the claws digging in slightly before she pulled him in close, millimeters from hers.

"How about a parting kiss?" she said seductively, her tongue flickering out in an erotic fashion, drawing his eyes to it and before he could respond, she had brought his lips to hers.

He squirmed as her fangs sunk into his soft flesh, feeling the venom pass from her and into his body, listening with revel as the demon's muffled screams rang out as the hot poison soared through him, his body writhing in pain, almost as if he was having a mild form of a seizure before it slowly ended. Velacia finally released his face and shoved him away, he landing on his back as he clutched at his lips, gasping for air that would not come, his eyes rolling slowly into the back of his head, finally laying dead. A content hydra stood over his form while anger reared within the bull's small eyes.

The purple haired man grinned as he watched the demon creature fade into the oblivion of death. It had been entertaining if nothing else. He rather hoped the struggle would last longer between the female and the remaining attacker. He continued to watch, but something in the back of his mind told him that he himself had someone seeking him out, though he had time to stay and watch the rest of the show however. If his own visitor arrived on time, he would deal with them, but for now he simply watched with a sly grin. So the female had some sort of venom, not entirely surprising considering the nature of her physical appearance.

Meanwhile the remaining attacker swung a weighted rope at the hydra, trying to ensnare her. It curled around Velacia's left bloodied forearm, swinging around tightly, causing the woman to hiss out slightly as the bull, nostrils flaring, started to reel her in like would do with a struggling fish.

Her clawed feet dug into the soft soil, holding her ground as she struggled against the bull, using her other free hand to begin to hack at the rope. The bull hybrid seemed to be expecting this, however, for he released his grip on the rope, causing the woman to stumble back slightly, using this advantage to jump at her, pinning her to the ground.

She snarled out, bringing her head in close but he shoved his hand down roughly at her throat, the other pinning down her free hand, the weighted rope taking care of the other. He was strong, she would gave him that. There were those that could outrank her physically, but that was not her main focus of combat. One of them, but not the only.

She soon became aware to something else from the struggling male hybrid and she growled slightly in the disgust. Though it seemed that he was in a mild panic, intent on either knocking her out or downright killing her, he was beginning to furiously rub the crotch of his pants against her and she could feel the arousal that was pressing against her underwear. Velacia's eyes narrowed dangerously. If he thought he could embed her like this... he was sadly mistaken.

Her tail, seeming to have been forgotten by him, slithered up along his right side and curled tightly around his neck, beginning to squeeze down hard as he did to her own throat. Whoever won this match would survive, the other strangled to death, and she had no intent on losing.

Their spectator stepped off from the rooftop and featherly drifted down to the ground, landing lightly before making his way over to the struggling pair at which point he spoke, seeming unfazed by the scene before him.

"So it is a matter of who can squeeze hardest and hold their breath longest. Interesting yet risky tactic." At this the bull gave him a dirty look, most likely wondering who the hell he was and where he came from, but it only squeezed the female's throat tighter in response, not going to let someone else lose his complete focus on his prize.

Velacia had started to hack slightly, almost to the point of violently, black green blood coming out from within her throat, spraying up on the bull's face slightly, who only cringed in disgust, which she find amusing if he wanted to kill her till she bled from every scale and pore on her body. Upon the other's comment she almost wanted to snap at him viciously but knew that would only distract her.

Smirking she glared at the bull, loving the way his face changed from his normal shade of dark brown to that of bright red. Grinning sadistically her legs snapped around his waist and began to squeeze tightly as well, the bull coughing up blood of his own as a definite snap started to ring out, emanating from his rib cage. Upon his whimpers of pain, another deafening crack rang out, this time from his neck, it hanging limply at to the side as her tail slowly loosened, his tongue rolling out of his mouth. Dead.

"What a shame. I was hoping he would last longer" Velacia finally murmured, knocking his hands from her throat as she breathed deeply, shoving the whole being off her. She panted slightly as she gazed at his form, slashing off the scaled skin that was her brethren. She eyed it for a moment, inhaling the scent, remembering it, before tossing it into one of the nearby burning buildings. No one would wear her kind. They would reach the same fate as these two hunters if they dare try.

Paying no mind to the other man, she began to lap the blood from her bleeding arms, her eyes drifting about to bloody village, waiting for the wounds to seal.

The purple haired man began to stride over to her, paying no heed to whatever personal boundaries she may try to defend. He reaches a hand out toward her wounded arm to try and clamp a hand over the cut, not so much as asking permission or hesitating, quite confident in feeling that there was no need to do so anyway.

Velacia's black eyes flared and she sat up rigidly, the one enclosed arm she tugged back as hard as she could, his touch seeming to send some odd jolt through her, though not painful in any way, but more along the lines of... pleasantly disturbing. A feeling she was quite not accustomed to. She swiped viciously at his hand with her other clawed one, hissing out angrily, her tail flaring up and lashing out swiftly behind her.

"Who said you could touch me?" she growled in a dangerous voice, watching as the marks her claws left had cut deep into his hand and black inky fluid starts to ooze from the wounds, as he simply turns his ice blue eyes on her calmly.

"Who said I required permission?"

The black blood seemed to come alive and slither along his hand and worm it's way under his hand toward her injury, causing the hydra's eyes to widen at what his weird bodily fluids were doing. The smell that came with that blood was overpowering in a pleasant way. Arousing even. She could feel a strange tingling sensation from the wound on her arm.

She hissed again, still trying to move her arm back, anger still flaring her senses, though that scent... damn that scent... damn this man...

Her tail lashed out angrily behind her, her mind buzzing with the gall that this man had. She gazed slightly at her one wounded arm, feeling the effect of his blood. Was he trying to heal her? She could heal by her own methods. She NEEDED no help, let alone from someone as high minded as he.

This was why she disliked arrogant men at times... but... this one did seem different, a lot different from the others, a challenge of some sorts... one that seemed upon the scale of a fight for dominance, similar from when she was younger and had witnessed two male hydras fighting for the right to mate with a female, though they were of the same species and same abilities unlike her opponent now... that and the gender difference as well.

"I did" she growled, accentuating the vowel as she swung her clawed hand again, this time aiming for his throat, trying to repel the sensations that were going over her form, where a need to mate seem to rise more so then that to kill, despite how much she wanted to quell the feeling.

His hand leaves her arm and in a split second catches her incoming attack as the inky black blood on the back of his hand seems to retreat back into his skin, the wounds sealing behind it.

"Now now. I'll do what I want. You should be thankful."

Her arm was healed, not a mark remained. His grip on her hand was like a vice, but not painful, as though it wouldn't matter how much she pulled she would never be able to pull free.

A sharp feeling shot through her at how he gripped her attacking hand, seizing all her movements in that one moment. A growl rumbled deep within her throat, not pleased with the situation, but then again, not minding it either. Was this the sort of challenge she was looking for? It has been a long time for someone to control her in a sense like this one... it excited her... but along the same lines disgusted her. She was no one's pawn and there was no way she would let someone like him best her in every way.

However before she could contemplate on what to do next, he releases her hand and tisks coolly, as if sensing how agitated she was with him.

"You should mind your manners" he spoke casually as he reached forward to push a strand of her hair out of her face, his expression calm and neutral despite his seemingly intimate action. Again a pleasant sensation went through her from that single display and she jerked her face slightly away from his hand, her eyes narrowing again.

"And you should learn to respect a woman's wishes. I am not some meek whore that you can do whatever you like to" she growled. Though she would never admit it, his touch felt somewhat nice. But that was the issue as well... it felt too nice. Upon her comment he smirked, clearly finding something amusing in her words, the way his cold blue eyes conveyed her silver irises alluring in a way.

"I never claimed you were a meek whore".

The fact he left out the part about doing whatever he wanted implied he surely thought he COULD do whatever he wanted to her and there wouldn't be a thing she could do to stop him. The man inwardly smirked. It amused him when he encountered those who really did not know what they were getting themselves involved with once meeting him... it really could go either way. However he retracts his hand, somehow when he speaks it almost feels as though he is whispering in her ear, like he is simply too close.

"You never told me your name."

He then straightens and releases her captured hand, seeming entirely unconcerned that she might be a threat to his continued good health, almost implying that she was really no concern at all.

She had to control the shudder that went through her form. This man, it almost seemed that he knew her body only too well. And she both liked and hated that fact. Though it may prove beneficial in some aspects, it deemed horrendous in others. If one knew their opponent that well, then their victory would be in the bag, depending on what that form of victory was, something that Velacia did not want to give him. Part of her was already beginning to wish she never came across him, but it did have its perks, depending on what those may be however.

He did heal her after all, granted she didn't need it, but it was kind, even if he were arrogant about it. Smirking she got up onto her feet, brushing herself off before looking him in the eyes, giving her own penetrating stare though whether he was affected by it or not she would not know.

"Velacia Serpanthos" she let it curl off her tongue, it almost coming off seductively as she said it, even if it were not her intention, or at least her belief of not letting it be so, though some small part inside of her was demanding otherwise.

"Well Velacia, it has been an interesting encounter. But you may wish to flee now. My own pursuer is on his way, and I wouldn't want a dear thing like you to get injured" he said, his tone taking on a condescending edge. He turns from her and starts to walk back to the village square, seemingly to wait for whatever it was that was supposedly coming. There was a sort of static in the air, like he was excited about what was coming and it charged the very air with energy.

She eyed him as he walked off, grumbling slightly at his attitude, though a little intrigued by the air he gave off, even if it was mild. Nonetheless what gall this man had. She smirked as she called after him nonchalantly.

"Though I may get cuts here and there, I don't get hurt that easily. But nonetheless, don't get yourself killed now. It would be shame to find an attractive boy such as yourself all sliced and diced" she sneered, a slight taunt in her voice as she watched him for a bit before she turned away completely. She did not like being talked down too, nor did she like rude men who ask for names and not have the courtesy to return their own. But there was something about him that she could not shake... oh well. Guess she'll never know and perhaps in the end that would be best.

He stood with his back to her, facing the smoldering temple and a laugh rose into the air, a dark, chilling laugh. But for some reason it was the type of sound that gripped you and made you want to listen. The sky grew even darker, unnaturally so, not even the smoke from the fire could do this.

"You're free to stay if you wish. But please, try not to be too surprised."

She stopped, a chill, this time evident, going through her at this voice. Yes, that voice... the voice that attracted her from the beginning... damn this man. She turned to him slightly, even if his back was to her.

"Surprised? Not much surprises me these days..." she stated casually, which was true. Apparently he had magic of some sorts, which was not a new concept to her, having seen plenty in her travels. Yes his methods were different and perhaps more grand then others, but still nothing that surprising. Yet at his offer, she paused, musing. In truth, she should continue, but she has been hunting for years and she doubted a little more extra time would make it longer to get... well wherever she was getting too.

"I suppose it is only fitting to see how you actually battle..." she drawled out, almost mocking him and yet not. She was intrigued, nonetheless. Seeing as he stayed to watch her battle, though it didn't really matter that he did, it may bode well to watch his, both for entertainment and taking in information of what he is in case he gets... violent.

The sky then appeared as if it were night now. High in the sky however a point of light broke through the darkness, like a star, which began to grow larger and brighter. The purple haired man turned his gaze upward, his eyes glinting.

"He took longer then I actually expected."

A winged figure swooped down and landed in a crouch on the ground, his large white feathered wings curled slightly around his form. From what Velacia could see he had simple short blond hair and bright blue eyes, though not as cold as the dark clothed man. He was of average muscular build, a bit more so then the other man and wore a simple white shirt and pants as well as plain silver armour that lined along his chest, arms and legs. A simple white longsword was clutched in his hand.

"Hadriel... it is nice to see you again" the spike haired man said casually as the winged being glared hatefully at him as he rose fully and leveled his sword at his opponent, causing the other to grin wickedly "I haven't seen you since the tournament. When you yelled for daddy to come help you win and got disqualified even though you had nearly destroyed me already. Not going to call for daddy this time I hope?" The tone in his voice was that of mockery, which only fueled Hadriel's anger more. The dark clothed man casts a glance in Velacia's direction, seemingly to gauge her reaction to what she was seeing.

Velacia herself had kept a decent distance away once Hadriel had landed, but was still close to hear the conversation. Her eyes had widened considerably when the being had landed and her eyes roved over the new contender, sensing great power from him too. She secretly wondered what beings these two were... and who would win the battle. Crouching slightly, she watched with alighted eyes of interest, a smirk upon her delicate face. Perhaps she would learn more from today's meeting then she thought.

The spike haired man simply stood there, unarmed while the larger, more heavily muscled being spun his sword and spoke in an almost ethereal tone, sounding nothing that Velacia has ever heard of before.

"There are no tournament rules to save you here Kaine. And your father won't come to help you either".

Suddenly Hadriel was before Kaine and the gleaming white sword is thrust through the dark clad man's chest with a vicious efficiency. Kaine's eyes widen as inky black blood starts to trickle from the corner of his mouth, though he emits no sound of pain as the blond haired man before he observes the damage he displayed with satisfaction.

Velacia's eyes widened out in surprise, her body tense as she moves forward slightly and then stills herself, unsure of what to do and then berating herself on why she should care if this man, who was now revealed as Kaine, got hurt. He had not interfered in her battle and nor should she in his... yet...

Damnit, why did she feel this way? Perhaps that scent from his blood was still playing with her mind. Nonetheless it was probable that he was playing weaker to fool the other. She growled slightly, wondering if the turn of events would prove otherwise as she observes Kaine as he coughs roughly, spattering black blood on the shirt and armour of the angelic attacker before his grin twists into a cruel sneer.

"I'm disappointed Hadriel... I didn't think you would be so stupid."

He then grabs the throat of the attacker and pulls him closer, the end of the sword now protruding from his back. Long tendrils of his blood start to snake through the air around the locked pair, coiling around the wrists and ankles, seizing his movements completely as the blond haired man struggled slightly. Kaine's nails grow longer, puncturing his opponent's throat and coming out the opposite side of the neck.

"I think I'll let you survive....so you can come back and give me an honest effort. But I can't just let you go..."

Velacia could only stare in fascination, her tail whipping from side to side as she watched the bloodshed that the dark man produced out of this Hadriel. To see someone unleash the fluids so beautifully... he definitely had an artistic way of attacks.

She was right in him playing weaker... yet a sword through the gut was never the healthiest of measures, but then again, this was no mere mortal either.

In his free hand, the wicked sword that Velacia had viewed from before reformed from shadows that congregated and congealed into a solid mass and eventually solidified into the blade, resting firmly within the dark man's free hand.

"Next time you send a puppet, send a better one. If not, come yourself you coward".

He suddenly released Hadriel's throat and swung upward with the vicious looking blade actually cleaving the being from hip to opposite shoulder, the two halves of the body falling to the ground, blood seeping from the sliced body, a look of shock frozen upon the face, though remained unmoving from where it lay as the tendrils continue to mill about the dark victor.

Kaine reaches up to the blade in his chest and slowly pulls it out, dropping it to the ground by the puppet. For a moment it looks as though he would fall over, but he mutters under his breath and the shadows around him coaless about his form and when they dissipate, he seems to be unharmed, if a little annoyed where as his spectator only blinked, actually surprised somewhat.

A puppet? Dishonourable man... not even being worthy enough to send himself. No wonder he is displeased she thought as she cautiously approached Kaine on all fours. When she was only a few meters off, she sat on her haunches, grinning slightly. He was definitely a tough one. Not many could take a sword through the stomach and act as if it was a mere slap in the chest.

"Impressive dueling, at least on your part Kaine. I can sympathize with your irritance for not battling with the true contender" she commented casually, her eyes raking up and down his form, amazed at how he held himself well. An impressive specimen himself. No wonder he is so cocky, brains and power was a potent mix.

He glances at her, his gaze a cold one as he takes in her comment.

"He insults me".

He tosses his blade aside and it vanishes in a swirl of dark mist. The smell of his blood still lingers around him, and his temper smoulders hotter then the destroyed temple. Something about this angered state seems to give a further sense of his power, like he was having a hard time keeping it in check out of sheer frustration.

"That fool..."

Velacia approached him a little further, but was wary, sensing some agitation from him, but not truly grasping his rage. Yes, it was annoying when your opponent doesn't truly face you, but there are some means that you can't control in life.

"Now now, you'll get no where from throwing a fit. I'm sure you'll show that Hadriel who is the true contender in the next battle. You just have to be patient" she commented, almost giving off the same condescending tone as he gave her. It was right to the point that one could not freak out carelessly, for that would give the enemy an edge. Only feeding fuel to the fire for your opponent's success.

He narrows his ice blue eyes at her, his gaze chilling for a moment, as though he considered ripping her skin from her body, but then it reverts back to its calm, sly state.

"You're correct. There will be a better time for that fight in the future. Someplace without so many restrictions".

She froze slightly at that gaze, wondering if perhaps she treaded in a matter that she should of left alone. But upon his changing gaze, she physically relaxed somewhat. Perhaps he was just temporarily riled from the encounter and maybe in his situation she would too. She flicked her tail again to the side before nodding.

"I agree. I'm sure when that time comes you'll do well and prove who is the better". A faint charming smile crossed his lips and he chuckled amusedly.

"Yes, I have no doubt of that. The angels can be so pompous... it will be their downfall."

Velacia quirked her eyebrow again at the word 'angels'. Did he really mean angels or was that just metaphorically speaking? She never really believed in heavenly beings, nor those from the underworld, the views of life and death and gods different for hydras, but with the vast amount of different beasts around her and strange magical powers and abilities, it could be true. She would not go off and act as if she knew everything however. Living most of her life in the wilderness did have some limitations upon her knowledge of others.

"One can't be too cocky after all" she added, smirking slightly before standing to her full height, stretching slightly.

"Well this was an interesting ordeal but I suppose I'll let you... be off and do whatever your kind does" she stated, grinning slightly at him. She doubted she would run into him again, but there was this allure that she could not deny about him. Definitely an interesting one, if a bit dangerous. But she would be alright. It seemed he had more important things anyway. She watched with a mild fascination as his goblet appears in his hand out of nowhere once again and he takes a long drink from it.

"I'm guessing then you have decided that you are certainly no match for me in combat then" he replied with a casual tone, seeming quite relaxed despite what he had just dealt with.

Her grinning face slowly turned into that of a scowl and she eyed him irritatingly. He could definitely change the mood as fast as he could make that goblet appear in his hand. Did he think she would be scared off just because he had taken a sword through the stomach and pretty much stayed cool within the whole situation? Highly unlikely.

"And what pray tell gives you that assumption?" she queried, her tail once again lashing in an annoying manner. Why are all men like this? she thought to herself, glad that the males in her kind never did this type of provocation.

"The fact you are mortal, to start with" he replied as he hands her the goblet once he has had his fill and starts to walk in the direction she had begun to walk, glancing at her with a smug grin.

Her eyes flared again, anger filling through her slightly. Normally she didn't get annoyed so easily. But Kaine was different for some reason, as if it seemed he needed to push everyone's buttons and it didn't make her any bit happier. Her clawed hand grasped the goblet tightly, her palm shaking slightly before it shattered the item, whatever liquid remaining within dripping on her flesh.

Though where the 'bloodwine' touched her skin she could feel a strange sensation, far different from when she was being healed. It felt weird, almost a sense of nausea. Did bloodwine really have that affect on her? It must truly be different then 'normal' beverages. She shook her head roughly, ignoring the feeling as she glared at him.

"Just because I am a mortal does not mean I am nothing to be feared or wary of... it's fools like you who always fall at the end. Cocky bastards never get far" she snarled, and without a second though, she got down on all fours and charged at him. She would show him, one way or another. She was always one that if you treat her with respect she'll return the favour... but when you start mocking her... well... the outcome wasn't always pleasant. Granted perhaps she was looking too much into this encounter, but with all the encounters of idiot males who bothered her, it was due time she had to deal out a lesson again. This would be no different then the last one, if a slightly more challenging opponent.

Despite the fact he was being charged, he doesn't make any attempt to evade or block. He just squares his shoulders to her as she comes barreling toward him, continuing to look at her calmly. Growling, still willing herself to ignore the feeling from the bloodwine, she launched herself onto Kaine, latching onto him, forcing him to stagger back slightly at she collides with him while her clawed fingers and feet digging into him, baring her sharp fangs as she moved to sink them into the flesh of his neck. She only half expected him to feel the full effects of her venom and didn't expect him to die so easily. It was very potent and deadly, but there were the rare few who could be immune to it, but on the flipside it would still affect to the point of slowing down their motor skills.

Kaine makes no attempt to stop her actions, let alone stop the attempted bite. The smirk on his lips only grows. The moment her fangs touch his neck, his own are attempting to puncture her neck.

Her eyes flared slightly, feeling the light scratch of his fangs trying to bite her flesh. She was unsure if he was doing it to try to yield her off or if he had his own surprise within his canines. Grumbling she sunk her fangs within his throat roughly, lifting her right hand up to grasp him by the hair, willing to push his head away from her neck, the clawed fingers tugging into his hair while her tail wraps tightly around his legs, tangling them, the remaining part left taking aim towards most males weak points, intending to make him fall down.

He merely wraps his arms around her torso tightly to keep her from trying to escape, seeming to hold both of them up quite well despite her intention on making his lower half falter first, his embrace causing her to squirm as he sinks his fangs into her neck in a near mirror image of her own bite, but he doesn't inject anything, infact, quite the opposite. From the source of his bite a warm pleasant tingling seems to spread slowly over her.

Velacia squirms even more from his bite, growling in protest, trying to yank his head off her neck, or off completely, whichever came first, but he seemed to have a firm bite and his grip on her would not yield, no matter how hard she tried to break free. As the pleasant tingle went through her, her eyes became slightly dazed as she struggled.

What the hell is this? Some form of magic? Drug? she wondered, still squirming in the hold. She forces her lips to bite down harder but they only moved a bit gentler. Growling in frustration and worry, her tail started to attack, though she could feel the tingly feelings going through it as well and her aim was not hitting dead on, or hitting hard at all.

Damn this man. What is he trying to do?

He releases her neck finally and allows his head to be pulled back, though her grip has weakened now, just holding him a few mere inches away from her neck as he was licking his lips with a low growl.

"Not bad at all.....not at all" he chuckles darkly and just stands there allowing her to do whatever, his grip around her torso having slackened now. He smirked, knowing she already had a lot of his blood within her own mouth, wondering how well she takes the complete intoxicating feeling.

Upon hearing his voice she finally released his neck from injecting as much venom as she could, haphazardly swallowing the blood in her mouth, her eyes still giving off that hazy feeling, though the dazed sensations were now only increasing and her head swayed somewhat. She coughed slightly, her hands moving to seize his neck, attempting to glare at him though finding even that was becoming nearly impossible to do.

"What the hell did you do to me?!" she demanded, trying to sound harsh but it seeming to sound soft. He continues to chuckle, his subtle fangs showing.

"To put it in terms you would understand... I nibbled on your soul... and you were foolish enough to swallow some of my blood".

She could only stare wide eyed, her gaze almost as that of a doe's, her head feeling somewhat dizzy, still being unable to comprehend the sensation, or even truly grasping the words he said to her. She finally released him, his arms slipping away from her body completely as she fell on her back, trying to shake her head straight, but the feeling still remained. It wasn't a bad feeling, just very pleasant. But still... her senses...

"You bastard... so what... I am going to die now?" she rasped out, urging herself onto her knees, panting. She looked in his direction, angry beyond means but some weird form of happiness as well. She hated it, she hated this... she WAS foolish.

Her clawed hand then curled into a tight fist and she aimed it at Kaine's groin, hoping it would connect, and if so, it would be hard.

Cursed men.

"No, you won't die. Your soul will heal, and the effects of my blood will wear......" he starts but then trails off as a fist sacks him. He closes his eyes and clenches his jaw, his next words gritted out through his teeth. "That, was not very nice of you..."

He suddenly reaches down to pick her up by the throat, his grip firm and seeming to have no problem holding her up with one arm.

"Very...very...rude..." he comments, his tone full of restrained rage.

Velacia coughs, the dazed feeling not going away, only seeming to worsen as he picks her up and she briefly wonders if his touch only amplifies the problem. Her hands then attempt to sink into his arm, trying to pry his hand off, but her body wasn't the most compliant thing right now, as if it would be just better for her well being to let it consume her completely. She let out a raspy laugh, almost conforming into that of an insane giggle.

"You're one to talk, treating a lady so. You're the rude one..." she snickered, her eyes rolling back slightly into her head, almost seeming excited with his tone of voice, as if she was waiting on edge for something to happen, whether pleasant or otherwise by her captor's hand who merely maintains his grip on her throat, paying no mind to the claws now digging into his arm. He voice low and growling.

"Perhaps I should have just ripped your entire soul out rather then taking a small portion of it. You should consider yourself very fortunate you still draw breath right now." His gaze pierces hers, full of dangerous intentions and if she were in her right mind, she would be a bit more wary now.

"Well then, why didn't you?" she queried, her head leaning slightly to the left as she gazed at him with half lidded eyes, though they glinted out dangerously. "No matter what you do, no matter how much pain you put me through, I will endure it... you can't break me... I may cry out in pain, but not to the part of being broken" she purred out, his gaze unnerving her slightly.

What was he going to do anyway? Snap her in half? Actually kill her? Or hurt her more first? It really did not matter. He may of fed on her soul... but he could not break it.

She felt slightly... she guessed disappointed was the best word she could use, that it turned out this way. But if this is the way she may as well go down in a blaze of glory.

Smirking in a half dazed seductive manner, she swung her tail out to hit him, hard... in the last place her fist did.

Yet this time, the blow did not hit its mark, only connecting with his left upper thigh, which does nothing to faze the man. He instead brings her close to his face, so close she could feel his breath on her skin, and it was a terribly bad feeling.

"You should have learned your lesson from the first time. I'm more then disappointed in you now". He was holding her by the throat, but was not cutting off her air flow. His predatory gaze locking on hers and despite how she was feeling, could not bring herself to look away. "Do you want to die?" he asked, his tone taking on a low whispering quality one might find erotic.

That condescending tone... damn that condescending tone... of course the erotic one thereafter did not help matters much, making her insides squirm pleasantly, almost urging her to try something drastic and part of her sobered mind was struggling to avoid it.

"Well blame your alcoholic blood. I can not think straight thanks to your cursed blood" she snapped out, breathing as normally as she could with his face in close proximity. Upon his next question she remained quiet, trying to will his face to stay in place instead of phasing in and out with the dazed feelings.

"No, I prefer not too. But given the... circumstances... it seems you have an apparent advantage" she admitted as she crossed her legs tightly, her tail twitching beneath her, as she was forcing an odd stem of need, one she had not experienced for a very long time, to come out.

"So if you're going to try, please hop to it. I don't have all day".

"You fool. My blood is not alcoholic. Have you ever heard of an incubus before?" he asked as he simply continued to watch her with a cool neutral gaze despite how close her held her to him. Velacia paused for a moment, processing the information, and then her eyes narrowed again.

"... yes, I have heard of them, but I have never encountered one... well until now it seems..." she let out and then paused, pondering before speaking again. "So what, you're going to take my essence now? Something for you to feed on little incubus?" she cooed out mockingly, seeming to regain a bit of her senses, his face more in focus now, though perhaps that fact she wouldn't miss so much, seeing as now seeing him clearly only made other parts of her squirm more. He speaks lowly in that velvet voice, captivating her attention to solely reside on him, not that there was much other interests to distract her right now.

"I'm no incubus, but I have both incubus and succubus in my bloodline. As well as countless other... species. It makes my blood a rather potent cocktail". He glances at her throat again, tempted to help himself to another little nibble of soul. She did indeed taste unique. Its been a while since he had one such as her.

Her eyes widened slightly, a warning signal seeming to go off in her mind. Just what on earth was he? Perhaps she misjudged him... honestly, being close to the last of her kind, she wasn't doing a good job surviving right now. If the rest of her kind saw her right now, she would be a bloody laughing stock.

She watched his eyes trail to a certain part of her, and surmised her throat again. She did not want to feel light headed again so soon. Perhaps a different approach was in order then, to lessen his ire towards her, even if he seemed so calm now. At least she could try to do something till she can trick him enough into having the upper hand. Smirking seductively, her legs reached out and encircled his waist, drawing him in as best she could with his grip on her throat.

"My apologies then... perhaps I can make it up to you?" she hissed out. However at her action he tisks softly.

"Do you really think I am gullible enough to fall for that?"

The sudden change of behavior was a dead give away that she was trying to be underhanded, but he could work with that, perhaps even turn it back around on her. He loosens his grip on her neck slightly, allowing her to either get her feet on the ground or get her hands on his shoulder, either way he didn't care.

She released his waist, sighing as she did though she kept her hands loosely around his arm grasping her neck, her sanity seeming to be completely back on line. It was a good thing too. The last thing she needed to do was initiate something stupid that will get her in more trouble later just because she was really... well perhaps that's what being drunk feels like. She regarded him with a near bored expression now, hoping that this would end now.

"Can't blame one for trying now, can you?" she queried, debating in her head what to do, before mockingly asking "Am I free to go now your highness?" He smirks at her charmingly and releases her throat, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

"I could blame you, but I don't think it would matter one way or another" he finished as he pulls back from her, his lip barely brushing her cheek, and he smirks, as if knowing damn well that she may not feel dizzy anymore but some of the effects were probably still active. It usually did on anyone he encountered who felt his bite.

Her face flushes slightly, quite the feat for someone of reptilian blood. She could feel somewhere deep inside her that there was some impatience, a craving of some sorts, a desire. She growled slightly, moving a few steps back from Kaine, clutching at her lower abdomen, growling slightly, at the situation, at Kaine, and at her body to comply to ignore the sensations, though neither of those requests were being acknowledged.

"Curse you men. Nothing but a goddamn menace" she growled, fully turning her body away from, feeling sick on the inside with what he did to her, still was doing to her even. At her comment he continued to smirk at her amusedly.

"You are free to go" he began though there was something about his tone that the way he said it he expected her to stay despite the fact. "I wouldn't want to keep you from your wanderings any longer".

To say Velacia was furious was an understatement. She was enraged. The gall of this man... how on earth could she reach the land of her ancestors when she was feeling like... like... like this?! She was a downright disgrace to her dying people. How... pitiful this man made her feel.

But he would not get out of this unscathed.

Baring her fangs and growling lowly, she whipped around swiftly, lunging at him and slamming him hard into the ground, pinning him as she sat above him, her eyes wide and her irises slitted dangerously.

"Cure me of this menace! I can not complete my mission with this evil that you have done to me!" she snapped out as one of her hands curled around his throat. She didn't seem to have good control of her anger right now, and it took a lot to rile her up, but Kaine had done the impossible. And right now, she could really care less if he was the one to cause her so much anger. This was his fault, and he was the one that was going to FIX it.

He merely looks up at her calmly, not seeming concerned at all with his predicament, even with her clawed hand around his throat. He simply offers up his cool smile.

"I can not cure you. It is not a disease. It will wear off... eventually".

The feeling that he was letting off that he knew more then he was letting on was indeed not helping the hybrid's predicament.

"Eventually may be a long time Kaine! I do not have forever to walk to the ends of the earth till this disease leaves me! NOW FIX ME!!!" she snaps, squeezing his throat tighter still as she shakes him roughly, a crazed look within her blackened eyes. Kaine still remains composed, even with her claws cutting into his neck.

"I can't fix you. There is nothing to fix. What exactly is there that frightens you so?" he asks as he reaches up to push some hair from her face, seeming to ignore the fact that she was not in the best of moods right now and him touching her would not help matters.

Upon his touch a shudder went down her frame, one that she could not bear to hold back as she almost closed her eyes... at what, it was really hard to tell. Repulsion, anger... pleasure? All of them? She did not know, and she was not too keen on finding the real answer yet.

"Just the feeling of want... desire... its different then my basic needs... I don't want to feel like... I don't need to feel like this yet I do... and it only seems to build".

"The feelings will ebb" he simply stated, but then that calm smile slowly shifted into a mischievous smirk. "Or... you could always scratch the itch". The suggestion was more to get under her skin then to actually suggest, but he was enjoying his new play thing considerably.

Velacia remained silent, tension fueling through her and she coiled one of her hands into a tight fist and slammed the ground right next to Kaine's head, a few millimeters from his, leaving quite an impressive hole within the soft dirt.

"I have not found a worthy mate to breed with... I can't do just... anyone..." she whispered, her eyes closing as she tried to breathe calmly. It was true, that she needed to create offspring after she succeeded in her mission... but she wasn't going to randomly have sex with someone and receive genes of one who is not worthy to meld with her kind.

... unless this man below her was suggesting? She snorted slightly in disgust. Did she really want to do this? She knew he was taking great pleasure in toying with her... and granted, truthfully, it wasn't an uncommon thing for her to feel a need of pleasure, but they were mild compared to this, and her last two mates were not suitable at all. And she would rather do a hydra then anyone else... but who knew when she could find another of her kind?

"Well then, if that is your answer then perhaps you can tell me why you are still on top of me?" he asked slyly, smirking at her features and the internal struggle he could only surmise she was battling within her mind, knowing she would fold eventually. He was enjoying pointing out her desire, without actually naming it or being blunt about it.

Once again she gritted her teeth in anger, stress vibrating through her. How she hated this man. Oh how she wanted to crush him like the little deserving insect that he was. How dare he do this to someone as proud as her. How DARE he...

She sunk her claws into his clothes, not responding, not even looking him in the eyes as he began to tug slightly, debating on what to do or to how to do this.

"I don't know you bastard... I just don't know" she hissed out angrily, her tail still twitching behind her in an agitated fashion. He merely leans upwards as a response to this, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Your rather attractive when you're angry" he commented casually as he watches her with an even gaze.

She simply glares at him in reply, beginning to shake angrily as she did, not knowing what to do or say, not trusting her body at all. However, if he's going to do this to her, she may as well leave something unpleasant as well.

Snickering she began to slither down along his body till she reached the crotch of his pants, her claws gripping the fabric of the tight leather and began to rip it apart from the seams, tearing it away slowly from his body, Kaine doing nothing to stop her as an odd look was upon Velacia's face. A look one shouldn't trust.

However Kaine was no fool, and though he continued to gaze at her calmly, when he spoke, there was a warning to his tone, and there was no joke within the words.

"Before you get any unpleasant ideas, I should warn you that if you try anything you will never make it to your destination. You will rot in the dungeons located under my fortress. Understood?"

Velacia raised her eyes to his and sneered at him, a chortle escaping her lips. He seemed to be wary of an idea she had... and granted, in his position perhaps she would too. But her mission was far too important to risk it all for a small bout of revenge on one who made her feel... a little too hot inside. No, it would be best to go with her second plan.

"Very well... though I find it touching that you will keep me, even within the walls of your filthy fortress... relax... I'll not harm you that way... even if it would bring me great pleasure" she snickered having torn his pants off completely, tossing them aside to get access to what she required.

She eyed his appendage for a moment and then dipped her head down and engulfed the soft flesh within her hot mouth completely, beginning to slowly tease the man. She could hold off doing the actual act for a bit longer, having finally submitted to the idea that if he was offering she may as well go for it. Besides fair play was needed and it was his time to squirm...

... hopefully.

Kaine actually raised an eyebrow at her, either surprised or just curious it was impossible to tell. In truth he had expected her to resist a bit longer then she had, but those with hot tempers often gave way to passion. He himself had been prone to that when he was younger.

"I do believe you owe me new pants".

She didn't respond to him, obviously she didn't given the current circumstance nor did she care. She continued to work her mouth against his manhood, drawing her mouth up and down and working it in ways that many other mortals could not... probably due to the fact she had a far more flexible and malleable tongue then others.

She twirled it around his appendage, tugging on it slightly as she was slowly coaxing him to arousal, feeling quite confident that it would not take too long to do so. As she worked hard along him, seeming to enjoy the unique taste of his flesh, she trailed her hands up to his chest, shredding his sleeveless tunic and exposing him completely, his muscle tone looking flawless, though he didn't look too muscular, more along the lines of well toned, clearly a trained fighter. He was now left with nothing on minus his boots and some of his silver jewelry.

Kaine closed his sharp pale eyes as it didn't take that long for his arousal to become evident as he tilted his head slightly, feeling himself lengthen within the hydra's hot mouth, his breathing still steady though feeling it increase somewhat as he mildly shifted his hips against her mouth, his lips pressing tightly against the other.

Velacia continued to slurp at him, seeming pleased that he was now becoming harder and began to increase the friction of her sucking as well, her tongue twirling around him efficiently as her sharp fangs lightly grazed him but did nothing to tear the flesh as her hands began to trail along his chest, a small smirk to her lips as she delicately circled and pinched his nipples, her scales leaving a cool feeling to his warm skin and she continued to massage it while her tail rubbed against his thighs, the tip flicking gently against his scrotum as she took in the warmth he emanated, as she does with the sun.

He may not be one to normally sit back and enjoy the show but he was rather pleased with how... uniquely things were going so far. Heck, who wouldn't be pleased with an attractive and talented woman going down on a man? He let out a growl at the pleasurable sensations this fascinating creature was able to produce as he began to move his hips a bit harder in her mouth, loving how tight she was tugging at him.

As he increased the movement of his hips, she finally released him, her slender fingers replacing where her mouth once was, gently trailing along the contours of his flesh, slick with her saliva as he opened his eyes and looked at her, a lust apparent within his cold eyes as they were in her own.

She grinned sadistically down at him, her tail moving to lightly stroke the underside of his face, keeping any touch she gave light and skimming, almost as if it were whispers of air against his skin, not fully grasping him wherever she trailed. If she could endure so could he. In response to her actions he smirks faintly and reaches to tilt her chin up to look her directly in the eyes.

"I know what your thinking" he says, his voice hauntingly alluring, drawing the hydra in as dark wisps start to enshroud the pair, swirling around them softly, though the woman didn't seem to notice at all. Instead she only leaned a bit closer to him, locked within his gaze and doesn't even bother to look away.

"Oh really? And what is that?" she purred as she reaches out with her forked tongue and taps his nose, her hands still moving gently, a smirk upon her delicate features.

The wisps of darkness soon fully engulfs them but within a moment later dissipates and they are some place different then a blood stained village. They now resided in a room, an elaborate and quite luxurious room at that. The walls, floor and ceiling were all obsidian and the large bed they laid upon seemed excessively so, far too large for one mere person.

A grand fireplace along one of the walls crackles softly and the light it protrudes flickers across the various weapons that are mounted on nearly every square inch of the walls. Some were wicked looking, sharp edges, disgusting looking attachments and ammunition, the decoration of a darker taste, some not even discernable to a mortal eye where as others were of more recognizable categories, ornate swords, spears, axes, many different forms of weapons that Velacia had seen during her travels.

But that was not all. Upon the smooth black polished surfaces of obsidian one can see ghostly faces of tormented souls reflected, the screams of fear and agony only distantly audible. Some of the less appealing trophies include the heads of various creatures that seem to be frozen in time at their moment of fear as death befell them. Heads of monsters that Velacia had never seen in her life, some covered fur, some skeletal, others scaled and disgusting monstrosities, things she would never of seen had she not had the misfortune of bumping into this dark being.

She couldn't help but continue to stare at her surroundings, in complete awe and some apprehension as well, beginning to wonder if this truly was a good idea but any thoughts of getting out of here were lost as Kaine grasped her and rolled her over, settling himself on top of her as he pinned her arms to her side, smirking down at her, as if knowing full well she would get lost in her surroundings upon coming within his realm.

Though she squirmed slightly at being pinned, she wasn't really worried and looked up at him, smirking as she spoke good naturedly.

"Interesting living arrangements you have".

"Welcome to Dark Hatred. My fortress. I thought it would be a little more comfortable then the dirt ground of a dead village. Safe as well, comparatively..." he said as he lowered his lips to her soft neck, brushing them across her skin lightly, smirking as she arches to him. "I doubt the decor is to your tastes... but that isn't something I'm willing to change for anyone".

I can definitely see the darkness and the hatred... such a death loving creature. It makes me wonder if he has any respect for life... she wondered absently, hissing slightly at the feel of his lips, a simple touch seeming to drive her senses wild.

"Your lifestyle is your own. Granted I am more use to the wilderness... but it is an... interesting change of scenery" she commented, arching lightly to lick his ear. At this he smirks faintly, pressing his body to hers faintly, still keeping her firmly held down, knowing she is on the threshold, her desire for him grand as she writhes beneath him.

"At least here I know you can't escape on me" he mutters to her ear softly, his smirk widening as a shudder goes through her. "This fortress is in Hell. And you only leave if I desire it". His hands finally release her as he slides them down to her sides, kneading her firmly as she arched into his hands, feeling almost like a puddle of ooze, never having felt like this at all before with her previous partners.

"Worried of losing an exotic pet now? How touching" she murmured, her mind briefly wondering if what he states is true, but granted after seeing his power decides not to doubt it. And as long as she doesn't destroy anything valuable she'll be fine.

She lifts her hands up, gently trailing her claws along his chest, not enough to draw blood, but to leave white scratches in her wake, smirking as he hisses when she tugs sharply on both of his nipples before lightly prodding them, her tail gently stroking his side, caressing his beautiful skin. He merely smirks and presses his hips forward slowly again, nearly laughing as she bucks a bit against him, feeling his arousal through the fabric of her underwear, wanting him inside of her soon.

"I like to be in control my dear. Just remember, you initiated this..." he trailed off causing Velacia to close her eyes in pleasure to his voice, wondering that she could most likely get off to just listening to him speak to her.

Gods... you can control me as much as you want... she thought to herself, pressing herself a bit harder against him back, thoroughly pleased that she only wore two pieces of clothing. It did come in handy.

"...I shall... after all, I only did initiate this for you are worthy for my kin..." she whispered out, drawing her teeth along his earlobe gently. And in truth, she realized she was not appalled at stating that at all. He was indeed a strong man and powerful too. If they were indeed compatible, he would breed within her strong offspring, ones that could survive against the bounty hunters or anyone that may go after them.

Kaine made no reply to the comment, merely smirking, seeming not worried at all, knowing the end result all too well when it came to intercourse. He slides a finger tip along Velacia's skin, beginning at her collar bone and trailing downward and what seems to be a sort of blade extending from the tip of his finger, just cutting at the fabric, leaving the skin untouched. After he cuts through the bra he gently trails it along her taught, smooth stomach, it tensing below his finger as he slices through the underwear, briefly touching along the sensitive skin of her clitoris before drawing his hand away completely, his finger reverting to normal as he chuckles softly at the way Velacia bucks to him.

Excitement had bubbled within her greatly, whether from her own personal feelings or his attack from earlier, but nonetheless she was downright aroused. She gazes at him through half lidded eyes, her hands toying through his wild violet hair gently.

Kaine slowly trails his mouth down along her skin, following the same trail that his blade did, kissing and licking along her, hot air coming from his mouth till he finally first reaches the garment of her torn bra, taking it gently into his teeth as he pulls it downward in an agonizingly slow manner, revealing Velacia's luscious round breasts, the areola having hardened immediately as he continued to move downward, grasping her underwear within his mouth as well, pulling that down just as slowly, grinning slyly as he exhaled warm air along her opening, causing the woman's hands to clench within his hair tightly as she lets out a low growl, signaling impatience.

"God damn tease..." she hissed, her legs twitching and quivering as her tail strokes along his back, shuddering against the horny sensations that were going through her, nearly driving her up the wall. She wasn't sure how much longer she could wait.

Kaine chuckles lowly before finally removes the fabric completely, eliminating whatever few barriers that had been between them as he tosses them away, returning his burning gaze to hers.

"A little impatient my dear?"

"Yes" she hissed. "I haven't done this in years... and it is very hard to find someone worthy to play with..." she let out slightly, sitting up somewhat to convey him with a gaze full of lust filled eyes, showing how much she needed him right now and he merely continues giving her that seductive smirk, leaning forward to drag his fangs along the tender skin of her neck as he places his hands upon her hips, pressing against her, his muscles tense as he too was getting to the point where he needed to be inside of her tight wet reaches.

"And you don't seem concerned that it isn't one of your own kind".

Velacia squirmed slightly at feeling him so close to her entrance and she bucked slightly just itching to get him inside, though he held steady, only letting the tip touch her, wanting to draw this out for as long as possible while all she had left was desire and it was consuming her quickly.

"... with a race almost extinct as mine... it is very rare to come across one of my own... one can't be picky nowadays... as long as they're mate suitable then I don't really mind" she whispered before adding, "And yourself? You don't seem bothered either, but I suppose I should expect that from one such as you". Most likely he has slept around with various different women and probably didn't have a preference to sticking to one kind of a woman.

"For me this is rather... tame... so to speak" he replied and then without warning he thrusted, pushing deep within her and utters a low growl.

Tame? she thought, blinking at what he meant but it soon was pushed to the recesses of her mind as he moved inside, eliciting a sharp cry from her, slightly unready for his size, and a large size he was, biggest that she ever had... that and deliciously hot. She panted, her eyes having dilated as she writhed beneath him, her hands moving to grasp his shoulders tightly.

He paused there for a long moment, seeming to be reveling the feeling of her tight core, as if appreciating how much pressure it was pushing upon his penis before he started the rhythmic movements of his hips, dragging his fangs along her skin and sliding his mouth downward to her ample breasts, the taste of skin intoxicating in her own way, never having been with one such as her in the bedroom before.

"Kaine..." she whispered out his name, still writhing beneath him, her chest arching to his lips, eager to have him touch nearly everywhere, her tail having curled around his waist lightly as her hands gently trailed through his hair again, having never felt anything so soft and slick before, tugging the spiked locks softly at first and then a bit harder as she began to move her hips back towards his.

The tempo of both their movement began to gradually speed up, as did the warmth produced from both bodies, transferring the heat amongst their partner as his thrusts became more and more vigorous, his intent to pound the woman well into his mattress, his eyes narrowing slightly to how tightly her wet entrance held him, not wanting to let go.

Velacia was panting out a lot more heavily now, never feeling this sensation before with any mate she had, though to be fair she didn't have many for she was very picky, but by far Kaine was definitely the best and she doubted she could ever be satisfied by another partner who wasn't as well endowed, or skilled, as he.

She reached up to cling to him slightly, wrapping her slick legs around his hips, moaning softly as she began to meet his vigorous thrusts, her eyes having the dazed look again.

He reached down to nip hard at one of her nipples, uttering low grunts with each thrust now. He continued to vigorously thrust deeper, faster and harder within the woman while deep inside he could feel his pressure building and he gritted his teeth slightly, reaching down to bite on the hydra's other nipple hard, wanting to draw this out for as long as he can.

"Kaine!" she yelped out from the bite, finally losing some sense of whatever mind she had left, sinking her teeth into his neck, but not enough to inject venom or draw blood. Just a simple bite, but a hard one at that. She rocked as hard as she could, flexing her vaginal muscles as hard as she could, feeling his growing orgasm approaching, as well as her own, as the man above her grunted more at her movements.

The gyrations from both bodies were increasing roughly and it almost felt to both partners that they might fuse at some point, both their pleasures at high levels, matching the other, totally enshrouded into the hot form of the person before them, grasping onto one another tightly, never letting go, never wanting this moment to end.

He returned his mouth to her neck as he felt it nearly wears time... he then bites down hard, sinking his teeth into the flesh and drawing blood just as he thrusts as deep and as hard as he could, almost breaking through her as he releases a wave of hot seed deep within her with an animalistic growl, his hands gripping her body roughly.

A shrill cry of ecstasy is released from deep within the hydra, the dizzy sensation returning to her briefly as he sucks blood from her throat but only made the feeling more mindblowing, trembling as he filled her with his hot fluids, her own walls clamping down upon his hard cock, her own fluids flowing out, her moan drawing out as she held him to her tightly, submitting completely as gradually his near frantic thrusting subsided and he panted hotly against her skin after releasing her neck, licking the wounds left behind by his teeth.

She mewled softly at his licking, remaining somewhat limp below him, her halflidded eyes finally opening, blinking slowly as she looked up at him, a flush upon her cheeks as her breathing slowed.

"... that was amazing... though I'm sure you hear that enough" she joked gently, reaching up to pet his hair. He merely smiles that disarming smile and licks his lips clean from the blood.

"I've heard similar reviews" he replies as he reaches to push some of her hair from her face with a surprisingly tender touch, his blue eyes penetrating hers mildly.

She lets out a soft rumble, at that moment feeling completely safe in that touch, safe in a room that perhaps wouldn't feel really safe to others. She grinned at him gently, licking the bridge of his nose slightly.

"Thank you... I mean that... so, am I free to go?" she then added teasingly, her tail having finally unraveled from his waist and was softly touching his side as he merely smirks down at her.

"You are free to leave when you wish. You need only say when and I will open a portal back to the village" he stated as he slowly withdrew himself from her dripping inner reaches as she grinned at him gently.

"Though I am sure you are busy... will I see you again? It'll be nice to reacquaint sometime" she stated, stretching slightly as he withdrew himself from her, sighing peacefully.

"I'll be around, though you may not see me. I have eyes everywhere". He rolls off her, laying on his back as he exhales slowly. "I suppose I could give you a means to call me to you".

"Only if its no inconvenience for you" she said, gently flicking his nose before hopping to her feet, stretching slightly. She glanced at her cut garments and shrugged. She could easily construct more back in the forest. Its not like she hasn't travelled naked before. She usually preferred it, if it didn't cause her so many problems.

"If you require some replacement attire" he said, not finishing the sentence, merely gesturing to a large black wardrobe that she had not noticed before, watching her move as he lay on the overly large bed.

She smiles, laughing in a gentle voice and decides to take him up on his offer, opening the doors and peering, gasping slightly at different attires. She finally came upon a leather bra and underwear, gently slipping them on, glancing over at him with a bemused smirk.

"I guess I won't ask why you have women's clothing in your wardrobe". At this he waved a hand dismissively, earning another chuckle from the hydra.

"Often times replacement attire is required. I keep a wide range of items there as you have noticed. Granted, most that enter this room could simply wave a hand and change their appearance, let alone their clothes".

"Mm, quite correct. You demons are fascinating ones... almost makes me envious... almost" she grinned and hopped on the bed, squatting over his naked form, looking down at him with friendly, if slightly mischievous eyes of her own.

"Well I best be heading back. Thank you again for the wonderful time and I hope I see you soon" she said before lowering her head to and gently press her lips to his before pulling up and back, patting his chest.

With a wave of his hand, a swirling black and red portal spawned in the corner of the room and Velacia looked over to it, before casting a final glance down at Kaine as he spoke again.

"I'm sure it will take little time for us to meet again. But be warned. Trouble tends to follow me". He smirked faintly at her, watching. She returned a smirk of her own, flashing him her fangs suggestively.

"As long as they don't use the same battling methods as you do, I'm sure I'll be fine. But thank you for the warning. I'll see you later Kaine" and with that she hopped off of him, heading through the portal and returning to the village.

He smirked to himself and climbed from his bed, his clothes forming upon him out of shadow substance as he does, a dark, cunning look within his eyes.

"Now that I have a sample to work with... it is time to go to the lab".

In a swirl of darkness he vanishes, leaving the room empty... but this little encounter was far from over. It merely has just begun.