I don't play nice. (Willym/Open)

[Trix]

Tension seemed to hover over the village, like the electricity before a storm, a prelude to the certain trouble that would occur in the bare streets. With the weakening of the vampire rule, the Mortals had been left for too long. Far too long. They were creating society, criminals, good-samaritans- the works. Too comfortable, when danger is so closely looming.

Walking through a thick group of mortals was a hooded figure, concealed beneath a dark, charcoal cloak. Though the beings around him were oblivious to it, a dark aura exploded off of the form, screaming blood, and sex. Again, his desires had grown, and the unsaitable craving for bodies and crimson had become potent enough to draw him out. The hunter was loose. And he wanted a kill.

Though in the villa, he had no intention of taking a mortal. He'd found them much to boring. Instead, he craved the blood of a shifter. One that he had been tracking for six hours or so. Toying with her raw nerves. Like a phantom behind her, he had played with her sanity, moving things, and making her doubt herself.

Now, he stalked behind her, though the immense human population, masked cleverly by the dark cloak and moonlight that submerged him. Her red hair was knotted elegantly at the nape of her neck, and dark auburn eyes were narrowed in hysteria. Lyra, a rather popular shifter had become his target. Not only to satiate his needs, but to push the shifters. The war was teetering on the balance- and only a small prod would be enough to create pandemonium.

As Lyra turned into an alleyway to take a shortcut, Willym caught her wrist and clasped a hand over her mouth to smother the scream that would so expectantly form. In her ear, his powerful, rough voice commanded. "Silence." She struggled against his hold, and with an annoyed sigh, he tightened his grasp, shattering her wrist with no effort. Her body trembled as the pain tore through her, and tears streaked down her face, onto the hand that covered her mouth.
Willym's obsidian eyes glowed with a malicious pleasure. Oh how he enjoyed the damsels in distress. The begging for freedom, the tears, the whimpers. He pulled her tight against him and growled lowly. "Silence." She obeyed. "Good girl." He taunted, pulling her further into the alleyway.

In the darkness of the alleyway, he spun her to face him, and pinned her back to the garbage bin, allowing her to view him. Her eyes widened, and she trembled, her bottom lip quivvering as tears flooded her eyes. "Please, please just let me go.. Please.." She pleaded, holding her maimed forearm against her chest.
Willym's cold, desensitized expression seemed to sharpen. "Let you go?..." he shook his head, and took her jaw between his powerful fingers.
She opened her mouth to scream, and he smothered it with his own mouth, before tearing open her gown.


When Willym had sexually satisfied himself with the shiftress, her hair was a light brown hue- much like that of Elle... Much like Chainz. Growling, he dug his clawed hand into her abdomen, grinning as she screamed into the hand that again covered her mouth. "Red hair." He commanded, making sure she was in the same state as when he'd set out to kill her. She complied, praying that he'd relinquish the hold he had on her. Instead, he dug his fingers deeper into her flesh, and twisted. She shrieked into his hand, and cried.

With a dark and malevolent expression, Willym sharply moved her bare female body, breaking her back as he sunk his fangs into her throat.

As the life began to fade from her body, Will retracted the hand from her stomach, and his fangs before dropping her casually onto the ground.

His lusts had been satisfied for the moment, and all that was left, was to clean up. Licking the coppery, tangy blood from his fingers, Will smirked and shook his head. It had been almost too easy. And yet, though his lusts had been satisfied, it was not what he truly craved.

He wanted his woman. Well, the current one he 'claimed'. Elle. And she was a simple placibo from Chainz. He wanted Chainz, her aura was like heroine to him. A powerful woman to stand at his side, was a dark desire. Someone who he could... play with. And not kill. Elle, had survived his brutal 'lovemaking', full of scratches, and biting (without venom). But, she did not nearly have enough strength to come close to his equal. What Chainz drew him in with was the promise of a non-dependant, selfsufficent woman, with a strong will and power.

[Jack]

"Interesting..." Came a bored voice. Behind him, in the alleyway, a cloaked figure leaned casually aganist the wall, arms crossed aganist a toned chest beneath a simple shirt cut to a v-neck. His aura was powerful, eratic, and uncontroled. Anger and jealousy seemed to radiate off the figure as well as a bond that neither man could ever seperate.

The figure removed himself from the wall and walked slowly and confidently towards Willym, his stride casual and in no hurry. The only thing making this cloaked stranger a deadly weapon was the blood that had soaked into his shirt. A recent meal perhaps?

"Even after an interesting meet with our parents and their new brat, you still seem to be the same. Tell me, what is it you crave?" he asked, a smirk on his face. It was obvious to him. He wanted the same. He wanted to have Chainz beneath him, moaning in ecstasy as he pleasured her, pleasured himself with her untouchable body. It was all he lived for. He couldn't see, though, he was meerily a tool. He was so wrapped around her finger, he couldn't see what was really going on. "Obviously the sexual playtimes and feedings with innocent vicitms just doesn't seem to cut it." Alex moved till he was in front of Willym and pulled off his hood. Ever since Chainz had taken his mortalty, Alex had changed. His hair was dark brown and his eyes as black as a bottomless pit. There were no whites in his eyes. Pure black, like onyx orbs set in where his eyes used to be. He was also stronger. Beneath his flesh, a raging beast slept and stirred. Half lycan, half vampire, a truely dangerous mix, when used properly. Yet, Alex was so powerful, he couldn't control it or harness it. He was a wasted tool. A pawn in a deadly game of chance.

In a split second, he reached out and grabbed Willym by the throat, hauling him off his feet and slammed him aganist the wall. "What the fuck is Chainz doing to me?!" he snarled. "What do you know! What has she done to me?" Beneath the mask of anger and hatred, a small boy was screaming in pain and for help. Chainz had such a hold on his very being that he couldn't help himself when she asked him to do something for her. He was like her pet dog that she used for the jobs no one else wanted.

[Trix]

Willym had been aware of his twins presence from the moment that he'd entered the village. Not only did his brother's incredibly potent aura pull at his senses, but the odd bond that tie twins together kept him on tabs on the elder sibling's mind.

He had bent to lift the cooling carcass of the shiftress from the cold cement, ready to move her to the front doors of caracoa. Ready to start a fight, when his brother's voice split the air. Turning slowly, he focused in on his brother, concealed beneath the hood of a cloak and smirked. Seems he was not the only autocrat here who was.. 'snacking'. Tilting his head somewhat, in a mocking gesture he blinked. "Oh? And what, pray tell is so interesting."

When Alex took a few advancing paces, Willym's body, though appearing completely calm went terse beneath the surface. Though there were defnate differences etween the two men the similarities that they held were far greater. Almost mirror images.

"Ah. Brother, have you not heard that they cannot teac nold dog new tricks?" He smirked at his brother's comment about him being the same. What had they expected? No, he would not harm baby Charlie, he simply wouldn't. That didn't mean that the rest of the world wasn't game. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his fitting jeans beneath his cloak. "Innocent... There is no such thing in the valley." He smirked. "Besides, I've never been content, now have I? That's alright, I don't plan on kickng my demons-- rather, I pluck the 'angels'."

With the departure of Alixander's hood from his head, Willym blinked. What stood before him, was not the brother he had once knew. Frustration boiled within him, at the manipulation of his twin. Falling to the wiles of Chainz had been the worst thing that could've happened, and as the older brother, the protector, seeing the beast Alex was at the mercy at drove him mad. Folding his arms he examined his brother. Onyx eyes, dark hair. Small changes, but within was an entity that Alex could not controll. The human median had been there for a reason. Not a weakness, oh no. Human blood within was wonderful, the soul- it enabled him to hate. To loathe. And to keep the conflicting blood within him from driving him to insanity.

Which would obviously be the case, if Alex was not changed.

Willym, like any other vampire, could see the hand spring toward him, but did nothing to relinquish it as he was forced back against the wall. His expression was not one of anger or malicious intent- it was that of pitty. "She's using you Brother. I have told you this before. The woman you so wish to covet..." He paused, thinking of Chainz, was it not true that he wanted her aswell? He furrowed his brows and continued on, brushing her from his mind. "..She knew that this power was too much. She wanted you incapacitated, becasue you stayed around the throne. They were hoping that I, being so caught up in my... 'games'.." He gestured to the body laying mangled before them before again resuming. "..that we wouldn't notice. They're planning to kill mother and father. They feel that the Vampire race has grown weak and want to weed out the... more civil. If you will. Now, I find it most disturbing that some winged rat, or elemental could take our throne. As well as the fact that If our creators die, we do aswell. Hence the coven." He shifted slightly, and removed his brother's ahnd from his throat, stepping comfortably onto the ground. "You're far more teh scholar than I, and have read our scripture. You know how it works. I don't feel like failing to exsist. I'm going to take the throne."

He challenged his brother momentarily to object, his obsidian eyes staring into the dark onyx pools. The two were twin statues of marble. Inpeccable, and indestructable.

[Jack]

He let Willym fall to the ground. He put his hands in fists as they shook. He had to learn to comtrol himself. He was no longer himself. He didn't know the man speaking to him. This wasn't his body anymore. "Forgive me, brother." he growled. "I am a prisoner to my own body." he took a step backwards, a gesture of truce towards him. He had always looked up to Will, seeing as he was few minutes older than him but not only that, Willym was always braver and more independant then he was. He had been pampered and even spoiled as a child whereas Willym was on his own, doing what he wanted and not listening to rules. He looked up to him, as a younger brother should.

He nodded as Willym finished speaking and stood tall and strong. "I will help you." he growled. "I will lead Chainz on a false trail while you slide in behind her. I would rather not cease to exist as well. I've read the stories and they aren't pretty. If there's anything I can help you, with, brother, please ask." he seemed to shrink in size now. He gestured to his appearance. "Look what she's done to me brother. I am compeltly changed. I'm a man stuck inside a beasts body. I can never go back either. I want to help. I want to put an end to all of this. Look what happened to the werewolves. Syrenia was executed because of false claims and the heir is still on the loose, in hiding. I don't want to be like that. I want to rule strong and show those rebel bastards what's really going!" he growled. "So what do you say." he smirked, his old self showing through. "Am I in?"

[bynx]

"Are you in what?" The voice was flat. Irritated perhaps, but flat none the less. The jingle that followed identified the women hidden in the shadows. True enough, she had been feeding herself not too far away. Familiar voice had caught her ears. Granted, she had not been paying close enough attention to catch the entire conversation, just that last, tiny snippet.

Why had she bothered to make her presence known? She wanted words with Willym...She wanted his heart in her hands... Elle had confronted her.. Attempted to take control..It hadn't ended well. Elle was nursing a wound somewhere..Chainz would seek her out later. Until then, Willym was hers... He was the reason she had confronted Chainz in the first place.. Seems some rather nice sex had serged Elle's confidence...Chainz didn't like confident people.. They were harder to manipulate.

Her baren arms folded. She was missing much of her clothing...The little she usually held. at the moment, she held her bottoms, and her chainz around her legs. She was currently fastening her top together.

Her eyes were cold. Colder than either of the two men had seen. The went to Willym first, and then to Alex. As her top was fastened, she refolded her arms, shifting her head, moving bangs from her brown eyes. "You." She growled ferociously, eyes on Willym. damn.... His aura was feeding her own. He had just been sexual..With a shifter..They tasted wonderful. To add to it, Alex smelled of blood. not a favorite smell, but an pheromone none the least. At the moment, these two were feeding her with an intense array of sexual feelings.

[Trix]

Willym watched his brother fight with himself with mild interest before shaking his head, in indecision. There were several ways, wich would take incredible effort, and struggle to tame thebeast within Alex. But, there were ways.

"As I will help you." He returned, his hands resting upon his lean hips with a nod. Glancing up at the moon he listened to his brother's prophosition, and shook his head. "No. You, until we can controll your beast- stay away from her." His tone told that the words he had spoken were not suggestion, but order. If Alex ever wanted to controll the torment within himself, he needed to avoid the cause of it all. "But your assistance, I will require. Go to the cave, stabilize things there. I will... deal with the 'congregation', who intend on destroying us." His voice was full of a cold finality, but his expression told that he trusted his brother. How could he not? His brother was a part of him, with that, he knew they would not fail. "Don't compare us to the Lycans." He dismissed before looking at Alex. "But, yes. What they've done there, is essentially what is going to happen, if we don't act quickly."

Grinning with a malicious expression, he rested a hand on his brother's shoulder and nodded. "Let's." When his brother asked if he was in, and Chainz entered the scene, he had already backed away from Alex. His expression cooled to ice, and he raised his brows in an almost mocking way when the anger in her aura reverberated in the air arond him. Discreetly, he shot Alex a look, dismissing him. If not to the cave, simply away from the woman who stood here.

"Me, you, them, us." His voice flowed like a dark waterfall, captivating and powerful. He smirked, before taking a step toward Chainz, and blinked. "I suppose you're here because you found out about my newest playmate." He stated, leaning against the dumpster with an unfathomable expression on his face.

[Jack]

Alex nodded. He would be able to stay at the Cave for awhile. It was one place he could hide quiet well and the one place where the beast within him lay eard dormant. When he heard Chainz's voice, he tensed up. The beast within him stirred, sensing her aura that seemed to beat with his heart. He saw Willym's look and nodded. He turned around and pushed past Chainz, brushing aganist her as he left the alley. He had to hold his breath as he past her, his head down so he didn't look at her.

[bynx]

Chainz's brow twitched angrily as the scene before her shifted. The conversation ended. What had they been saying? She would find out soon enough.

She had missed Willym's look towards Alex, but she felt his struggle as he passed. her hand dropped down to his waist as she tugged his pants tenderly, giving Alex a softer look as her exited the alleyway. The moment he was gone, however, her glare was back upon Willym.

Jealousy.. that was her ultimate reason behind this particular assault. She could deal with Elle on her own, and her tiny uprisings.... But the fact that Elle had shared Willym's bed before herself, well it pissed her off.. Especially since she had her own plans with Willym... Elle was not helping.

"Playmate...... The hell she is your playmate.." She growled, the noise ripping from her throat. Her eyes flashed in the utter darkness that was the ally. What was he planned.... If he intended to leave her on her own, she would make his life hell. Every piece of ass he went after, she would destroy/.. His family.....His 'friends'..All. Dead. He was hers... She claimed him subconsciously.. She craved him as he craved her. He was her vice Her poison. Her antidote. Her equal.

[Jack]

He actually had to bite down sharply in his tonguage and draw blood to keep himself from turning and pinning her aganist the wall. He stopped but forced himself to keep moving. She was the reason he was like this and her being near him was like the master and the puppet. He was still her pet and the closer he was, the more he lost control. He needed to get out of there.

[Trix]

When Alex nodded, Will felt slightly relieved. Alex would be a powerful warrior of darkness once he mastered controll, and knowing that he'd be safe from Chainz's manipulative hold put his mind at ease. He didn't feel like bowing down anytime soon, and with the strength of his brother ontop of his own, they would be a force to be recconed with. His shoulders tensed somewhat as Chainz hand slunk to his brother's waist-line, and beneath his calm surface malice bubbled. Was it concern for his brother? Was it jealousy? Still tense, and watching to see if Alex would fall into the tender 'act' she played, Will exhailed a breath as his brother resisted.

'Good' He thought, expression cold 'He's getting stronger.'

When his brother was at the end of the alley, and Chainz's cold, demanding glare was turned back on him, he allowed his cold, unfathomable obsidian eyes to rest on her. "..She seemed to think quite differently." He tossed back, straightening, now looking like a marble statue in the cold night light. His sculpted face held no readable emotion but deep, in the pools of his smouldering obsidian eyes was dark, unreadable emotion. Folding his arms over his chizzled chest, but beneath his dark cloak, Will blinked. Why was she angry? If he didn't know better, he'd suggest jealousy. The thought sparked a fire in the pit of his stomach. He was attracted to her physically- of course. After all, her body was an absolute paradise. But, he was also attracted to her mind. It was much like his. Sex, death- and power. Three things that were his primal desires, and she captivated them all. Thus, him. And to occupy his entertainment, alot was required.

"A little bird has told me about your plans." He drawled, uninterestedly. "And if you plan on destroying our creators, you'll lose your pet." He stated, icily. "Aware of that, aren't you? Are you so eager to lose your prized creation? As royalty, blood ties are made." He shook his head and looked at Chainz with dark, cold eyes.

Shifting, he coldn't help but snag a look at her. She was as he remembered. A vague, whisper of a smirk flirted at the corners of his lips as he shook his head.

[bynx]

Chainz remained facing him, though her body itched to turn away, to stalk off into the night after his brother. To take out her wrath and fury, her jealousy, out on him.. To tear him from limb to limb.. And he would let her.. A simple bat of her eyes. A pity fuck. and he was hers. It was all quite pathetic really.

"A little bird, eh? Like you needed one, my dear..... It wasn't a hidden secret. " She smirked, her eyes flashing a deep raven, a rare color for her eyes, before lightening to her usual deep auburn. Jealousy. The raven color stood for jealousy.. Yet her face hid it well. It would come across as a burning anger..She felt that too, of course.

"Your race has proved invaluable lately... Filled with human birth an soft love.." She growled. And to think, all of this to get back at Jack... She had almost forgotten about him. His new baby girl would breath her last breath under Chainz's wrath.. "Prized creation? Oh my dear, you make me laugh." She seethed, her voice dripping with cold, hard malice. "A prize is osmething coveted, something sought after. I do not seek after your brother. He is a pawn set into motion, and you know this... Do not take on that high and mighty big brother act with me.. You have used him just as much as I have." She snarled, her body moving close to his cold, hard chiseled self.

Her face was close to his, her body pressing against him in fury. Her eyes met his angrily, daring flashing across them.

[Trix]

Willym watched her as she spoke, his eyes tracing the contours of her face. He had obviously known that the plans to assassinate the vampires were of no hidden nature, and simply blinked at her sarcasm. When her eyes flashed raven, his intrest perked, and intreigue flitted at the corners of his mind. Not something he'd seen on her face before. Not something he liked. The dark made her skin look much too pallid- almost sickly. He smothered a growl in his throat and blinked at Chainz, obsidian eyes smouldering.

Invaluable as of late? Willym's entrancing onyx eyes trained themselves on her alluring auburn ones as she insulted his race. She spoke truth. Having a mortal born into his family truly disturbed him- as did her impossible 'power'. Soft love. He blinked, and allowed his hands to rest on his lean hips while she continued on.

When she adressed th 'prize' toic, he listened- much more intently. As much as he wanted to... help his brother... He wanted Chainz. She was heroine to him. She was a craving that he could not satisfy. A woman with power and a strong mind. It was admirable.

"I have not given him what he cannot controll." He stated blandly, while lookig at her under hooded eyes. When she pressed against him, desire bubbled in the pit of his stomach, and he looked down at her. A low growl filled the bottom of his throat, and he allowed strong fingers to wrap themselves in her thick hair.

As abruptly as he had grabbed her, he let go, not relinquishing their closeness. He liked the fact that she stood against him so steadfast.

((Next post I'll bring Mikey?))

[bynx]

((Yup yup. I'll bring in Ella next as well.}}

Chainz let her throat vibrate as a low rumble built deep inside her. Anger was spilling out from her aura, but it was contained, more controlled than at first.

When he grabbed her, her body tensed in low places, her chest hot as she pressed against him. The angle he held her, her neck craned slightly to the side, was uncomfortable, yet her eyes were defiant. The heat radiating from her chest built, threatening to spill over. When he released her, she remained against him, holding her stance as he did.

"Oh you haven't? My dear, but you did." She snarled softly, her voice but a harsh whisper. Her chin was touching his, her lips dancing across his own as she spoke. She could feel the heat from every unnecessary breath he took. "My dear, you have given him something he cannot control, it just happens to be very different than the beast I bestowed upon him. Does he not rely on your for protection? You have him relying upon you to rescue him.. And you have, you hav rescued him from everything, except me. The one time he truly needed you, you released him. Yet he knows, but the yearning for your acceptance and protection drive him back to you. He cannot control it. Why have you not disposed of me? Rescued your brother? You've found a playmate.. Why keep me around?" She finished, her ending words whispers in the wind as she gently nipped his lower lip before spacing herself from him.

Her face took on a defiant look, but inside she was hurt. Jealous? Something she had never felt before. And this.. This new feeling.. This inner hurt.. Had she been replaced? She had never dealt with this before.. she didn't like this new feeling at all.

[Trix]

When she moved to stand, face to face with him his obsidian eyes seemed to hollow and fill with an undeterminable expression. She was taunting him with her words, with her damned closeness. When she spoke, and her breath trailed across his cold lips he couldn't help but take in her scent- spicy.

His lustful emotions were jolted by her turning the blame to him, and anger glittered like hot coals in his eyes. The coals began to smoulder when she spoke of him and his 'keeping her around'. A scorned woman? Was that all this was? Had he hit a nerve by bedding her Elle? The hybrid stood, eyes searching hers for an explination before she nipped his lip and seperated herself from him.

He growled deep in his throat and folded his arms irritatedly beneath his cloak. "Why rid the world of such an entity? Hmm? Seems like quite a... waste." His eyes traveled along her body in an achingly sexual way. He blinked, and again was the granite statue of a being, his malicious face hard. "But why keep something that threatens the exsistence of my kin and self?" He took a dominatingly powerful stride foreward, manly swagger screaming of predatorial desire. "... You didn't expect me to wait. Did you? Honestly- I am much unlike the twin you controll. I won't bend to commands." A cold, pallid, godly hand moved up her inner thigh, drawing intricate circles. "... But I won't rule without an exceptional being at my side." Retracting, he took a short step back, now not so much as taking the unnessicary breaths he had before.



From the opposite end of the alleyway, came a truly ardent being. His facial and bodily sculpting was that of the gods. And he knew it. Wearing a new-york styled coat, and a pair of incredibly well fitting jeans, was Michael. On his arm, was an enchantingly beautiful woman- who was hiding in a facade. He'd helped her escape from Caracoa, to give her breathing room. Lock down was wearing on her already freyed nerves, and he didn't want her to explode.

No- in comeplete honesty, Michael would to anything for the woman he escorted. Stella. Though he'd never though of it consiously before, he did hold her close- and found that he'd become quite fond of the fire-haired shifter. She'd piqued his interest and kept it. A rarity above all. Turning his golden eyes to ehr he offered her a charming smile before looking into the alleyway. "A short-cut."

As soon as he stepped into the alley, the rancid, potent scent of blood hit him. Like a stone to a glass window his senses shattered. It was so unexpected- and so familliar. The blood of a shifter? He glanced at Ella, and seeing her unscathed furrowed his brow. He gently let go of her arm and slunk deeper into the alley, to investigate.

Comming upon Willym and Chainz, his eyes hardened and his jaw set. A vampire and a Soul-stealer. Not good news. Stifiling a low growl, he glared into the darkness to try to find the source of the blood- which now was a vicious assault on his divine senses. What he saw made him see red:

The dead, naked body of Lyra lay in the alley.

Enraged, Michael kicked the crate he stood behind into splinters where it stood, signifying his presence.

[bynx]

"And yet you toy with used trash...Like Elle. Like your shiftress. You only wait until you have thr thrown. I have to have something to offer you havn't yet gained. Besides, its not like I'm under lock and key..."[/b] She growled, her eyes smouldering as they flashed raven for a brief moment.

As his finger traced along her thigh, she took a sharp breath, attempting to guard herself against his sexual desires. They matched her own, fit like a puzzle. And she was content..But content was not enough. She would not let him have her until he gained more power. Don't get her worng, now my dear, Willym was the one person she felt truly drawn to, her only vice. But Alex was currently the more powerful. She would already be with Will if it were not for that little issue.

As her mind wandered, she was suddenly jolted to reality as harp pain pierced her arm. she could feel the warm rush as blood gently ran down her arm. Wood had pierced her body. Enough to bleed, never to scar. Her eyes met that of the shifting god, Micheal. To say she was unhappy was an understatement.


The being latched to Micheal arm was slightly fascinated with how familiar the scent of blood was in the air. A shifter.When Michael turned to investigate her unscathed body, her head tilted cautiously. She stalked after him quickly.

Her hair quickly darkened to their usual purple hazed roots. Her eye flashed their deep emerald green as they narrowed at the sight of Lyra. "I liked her..." she growled. Her arms folded as they narrowed onto the pierce soul stealer and the unscathed vampire heir.

[Trix]

((Alright, so now vamps are immune to blades, but not to UV, Holy water or fangs of another vamp, or of a Lycan.))

His cold stature was that of seccond-nature as she spoke, tempted to simply stalk off. She was an infuriating woman, truly, she was. But- it was her fire (and her body) that he craved. Folding his arms and leaning back non-chalantly, he raised a borw, looking rather unamused.

He, like Chainz, had known that other's were in the alley, though had not expected them to act so rashly. Growling, he turned facing the man who kicked, splintering the crate. Not a single piece of wood broke his skin- which was inpermeable, like stone. His dark, dangerous obsidian eyes filled with a fire-like rage as he glance to Chainz, and noted her 'injury'.

A low, primal growl troe free from somewhere deep in his chest, as he moved infront of Chainz, dark eyes locked on Michael. A shifter. He sneered and Notioned toward Lyra's cold, lifeless body and blinked. "She was nothing. You should've heard how she begged for me to stop." His eyes darkened, and the body levitated somewhat off of the ground, floating toward Willym's clawed hand. He grinned, and pulled the fire hued hair of the woman floating before him, craining her nect, so she 'looked' at Michael. "Poor girl. So defenseless."

Michael, seeing red screamed in red, his arms morphing into large seraded blades. Wings protruded from his back, and he lunged foreward, blades swiping at Willym.

The vampire parried and dodged, easily avoiding the rageful and therefore sloppy blows before grunting and standing still. Though the blade connected with his neck, the steel could not peirce his skin. He grabed Michael's blade arm, and threw him bacward.

The shifter landed on his feet, growling angirly. Willym's cold demeanor did not help this. "Where were you to protect her, hm? You seem so concerned..." He grined darkly.

Michael transformed into a vampire himself, his skin paling and his canine's growing.

The two stood facing eachother, Willym relaxed, and Michael terse. Though fighting, they looked asif they danced, while thrusting clawed hands at eachother and biting into their flesh. It was graceful- and haunting.

Landing again with their own lady, the two stared at eachother, Michael suffering from a few wounds and panting, Willym stanging like a statue, only a small scratch adorned on his cheek.

[bynx]

Chainz grimaced as Willym moved before her, she did not need protection.. Nor did she like it. A low growl signified so, but it was lost as the shifter, once again, claimed her attention.

Stella's eyes widened at the sight of Lyra's body moving towards Willym . It angered her significantly. Her body morphed along with Michaels, scales of a fine silver raced down her body. Her arms became bent in awkard positions, spikes began to stick out along her bone. Her moutha nd nose elgongated into a long snout, razorlike teeth protruding viciously as she opened her mouth, letting out a low hiss. A tail thrashed violently from her backside. In Stella's place now stood a Great Horned Dragon. Extinct for reasons unknown to man.

Before she was able to move, however, Micheal was already heading for Willym. She would let him vent before she finished it.

Chainz growled viciously, whipping her chainz free, thrashing them about at her side as Stella morphed and Micheal attacked. She watched them intently as Willym and Micheal danced the dance of death. When they returned, she took note of Willym cut upon his cheek. Her finger delicately wipe the blood from his cheek, placing it upon her tongue.

Her eyes moved from her vice to the intrusion yet again. Whipping her chains about her, she grinned. One touch was all she needed. "So rude to harm such a lovely face..."
Her arm had stopped bleeding, and it would heal with time.

[Trix]

Willym's expression did not change as Chainz wiped the blood from his cut, though in the depths of his onyx eyes occured a flicker. Slowly, he glanced across the alley at the two shifters, his face like sculpted granite. He despised shifters, though was quite intreigued at the sight of Stella's transformation. Why had he not enslaved shifters? Dragons fighting on the dark side- now that, would be a considerable advantage. Too bad he had to kill them.

Michael sneered at Chainz before glaring at Willym, his eyes shifting from golden to crimson. "The darkness knows nothing of loveliness, they live their lives blindly!" He seethed, stalking foreward, his vampric senses finally adjusting. The shifter snarled at Willym, who returned the gesture, and again, the two fought.

Colliding with incredible force, Willym and Michael shattered the pavement beneath them. With incredulous speed, Willym spun Michael, so his arms were behind his back. The shifter growled at this and ducked while throwing Willym foreward. The vampire simply leapt while the other tried to 'throw' him, and landed gracefully upon the nearby dumpster.
His obsidian eyes gleamed. "Do tell me that's not your best. Hmm?"
"You'll burn in hell!" Michael growled, before lunging foreward, his vampric teeth gleaming.

[bynx]

Stella let a roar slip from her giant jaws, for she now stood at least a story and a half high. Her body was coiled, a spring waiting to pounce. Two long, skinny, elegant wings were tightly pressed against her side as she hissed, stating she had seen Willym's want for her abilities. Too bad.

Stella's green glare remained upon Chainz as she spoke, wavering from her face to Willym's as Michael spoke. Oh how the two disgusted her. Chainz with her usage of all things, her attitude, and mere race.. And Willym's uncontrollable lust for all things with a nice chest.

When the two men clashed again, Stella let a low whine slip from her clenched teeth that gradually became a hiss, and growl. Michael was not faring so well... With Willym's stone-like skin, Michael hadn't a chance.... Willym would easily surpass him, something Stella did not like.. How well could vampire skin last against Dragons talons and teeh?

Chainz and Stella acted simultaneously. Elle released herself, her jaws opening, welcoming Willym inside as she neared him, snaking around Michael with speed matched only by the highest of vampires. Chainz moved over Stella, using her back as a light propel in her speed towards Michael. Her chainz whipped out, seeking his arms as she let yet another malicious grin spread her lips.

[Trix]

Upon hearing Ella's whine-growl, Michael glanced back, eyes quickly assessing that she was in no danger. He, however, having looked away received a nice gash in his left shoulder. Cursing darkly, the Shifter leapt backward, parrying another blow with a vampric reflex. As he aimed a swift kick foreward, he was quite surprised to find that his dragoness shifted Stella had engulfed Willym in her mouth. His dark, bronze eyes quickly darted to his arms, which were just as suddenly bound in a chain. Darkly, he growled, but used the chain as leverage to shoot himself into the air.

Willym's ebony irises were locked on Michael, always seeing weaknesses and his own advantages. Ofcourse, at this point he was just playing with his next victim. Like a cat with its prey, he mused, almost chuckling at the fact that the shifter so blatantly let his guard down. So, the girl was his weakness. His true weakness. He lashed out with his knife-like nails and scored the other's shoulder with deadly precision. He again turned his attention to calculating the other's weakness, firing attack after attack upon the shifter. What occured next, mind you- he had not forseen.

Darkness flooded over him as the gargantuan jaws of the dragon snapped open above him. Immediately, he pused hismelf backward, fully into her mouth, missing her large fangs with luck. He had almost forgotten about the dragon. But now, inside her- he was lethal. Darkly, he grined, lashing out with his claws inside her cheeks and throat.

(shit post, I know. Epic fail lol.)

[bynx]

Chainz was impressed with Michael's usage of her chains. He gained a point in her book. That put him at.......One... Ha.

Smirking, she tightened her hold on the chains, jerking them towards her. With Michael weight and his pulling away from her, it propelled her towards him. She let her face darken as she sped closer. Both chains were put in on hand, wrapped around her wrist. For one as small as she, she was a mastermind with her chains. In her hands, it was as if they were alive.

Her hand reached out for him, aiming for his throat. One touch, she needed one touch.


Stella's jaws closed around the vampire. A growl echoed as her fangs missed his flesh. As he tore into her cheeks an throat, her head lashed about, causing her to spit him out, her mouth bleeding heavily. Where dragon skin was nearly impermeable, the inside of a dragon was a soft as human flesh.

Her eyes narrowed onto Willym as he body shifted, sending a rippled down the spikes all over hr body. She hissed before lunging at him, her mouth open enough to puncture with her fangs, but not enough to invite him in entirely. If her jaws failed, her taloned claws were ripping the air around him, her wings bating furiously. Her tail was even in on the action now, jabbing in his direction.

[Trix]

Michael felt the tug on his arm by her on the chain, and to his dismay found that she was bringing the fight to him. The sound of his dragon comapnion's pain, Mike whipped around staring horrifiedly as gallons (as per her size) of blood poured from Stella's gaping mouth. He hissed, briefly before realizing that the chain around his arm had slackened considerably- hence, Chainz was almost upon him. His eyes were to her, and her outstreched hand- and with the grace of god, he managed to shift. A small fox dropped from the chain, his ear knicked by the soul stealer's incredibly sharp nails.

When almost on the gound, the fluffy orange and brown body morphed back into the stunning man, his ear trickling with blood. Now, beneath Chainz he glared up, his arms becomming long scalpel like blades. A trick, he had learned form the heiress, Nikkie. Grunting, he launched himself up into the air, to meet Chainz mid-air with his blades.

Willym, as he was released summersaulted in the air, and landed solidly on his feet, a dark, predatory expression on his face as he found himself all but dripping in the dragon blood.

When Stella lunged at him, a malevolent laugh broke from his perfect lips. Bringing up a quick forearm, he deflected her fanged attack, effectively smashing his stone-like appendage against her dental unit. Blinking, surprisedly, he parried off her first assault of claws, and backed away enough to only have his chest mildly scathed by her claws. Her tail next stuck with varried speed. He lifted his knee quickly and removed the shock of the blow with his shin. He growled, with a dark smile and ran up her long dragon tail, narrowly dodging her wings and random attacks. Only with his vampric speed and abilities was this possible.

He launched himself up off the back of her neck and seemingly hovered in the still air above her head.

[bynx]

Chainz was not happy with this sudden change of events, and she let her irritation be known by the scowl on her face. Still, she had made contact. Her lips puckered as she took a deep breath, tugging rather fiercely on his soul. It was delicious.

She smirked and whipped her chains out towards him. They wrapped around one arm, letting her use him to move out of the way of his blades, barely mind you. Her arm was still sore from earlier, and that had not been intended to harm her. She would be damned if he got the upper hand again.


Stella was not happy with Willym being on her body at all. It caused her to ravage around the ally violently, thrashing along the buildings beside them, causing brick to fall and people to scream. She rolled over onto her back, letting her spiked underbelly deal with Willym. He was above her now, in the air. She used her wings to launch herself towards him, ramming him with her underbelly and her fangs.

[Trix]

Michael gasped at the ethreal feeling of his sould being stolen, and found the pain situating itself under his heart. He grunted, and allowed his chained arm to morph itself into a chain, intertwining with his opponent's. A dark grin crossed his face, and using himself as leverage as she had before swung hard while continuing up, hurtling her body toward the brick building next to them.

Willym, finding the fight rather glorified as Stella shattered parts of the buildings near them grinned darkly, easily evading the debris that floated around him.

As she soared toward him, the heir's dark expression seemed to fill with amusement. He extended a leg, and collided, hard with her lower abdomen. Though a spike from her body impailed his foot, it gave him the friction he needed to slam his fist toward her ribcage.

[bynx]

That would bruise.. Stella could feel the rib he had his crack under the force he implied. While her abdomen was merely agitated, the feeling of his foot impaled on her spike let a smirk cover her face. Of course she was in pain, but she wouldn't show it.

Her body rolled, forcing him underneath her due to his current predicament. She grinned and curled up into a ball, him in the middle. She squeezed, hoping to impale him entirely.

Chainz let a laugh roll off her lips as she was forced towards the building. Her feet met it gracefully. She wrapped her chains around her wrists as she spoke. "Now.. why on earth would you, for any reason, transform any part of you into the very things I was named after? Bad mistake." she stated, letting the chains merge with her own, wrapping around each other. He would have to do better than this....

[Trix]

Michael's eyes darkened with amusement, and he shot back "For the same reason you find me predictable." The chains that his arm had transformed into became a bright organge-red colour, superheating as it transformed into a chemically imbalanced equasion. He snapped himself toward her, his heels now bladed.

Willym smirked at the sound of dissarray beneath her skin. No, he may not be able to break her skin, not with ease.. So what he saw now, was a prospect for a clean kill, a bag to keep bludgered insides.

Keen to feel her body shifting beneath him, he blinked up, watching the spiked underbelly rise over him, and enclose around him. Bracing his shoulders and arms, he kept the spikes away from his head, though they did put some pressure upon him. Because there was not incredible power behind it (like before when it was his and her attack, impailing his appendage) the spikes fought to break his skin, and mostly ended in pin-pricks, though made him quite annoyed.

With a hiss, he grasped the spike which had begun to fight its way through the top of his hand. Tearing the sharp, sutting tip from the powerful basin that forced it toward him. He turned it toward her, and forced it between the spike he took it from, aiming to get out from inside. He (though would not interfere) wanted to know what Chainz was doing.

[bynx]

Stella roared as her spike was broken. They were like Bull horns, veins pumped through them. He had effectively but broken a strand of hair, no pain, but in this form, it was very painful.. Like having the tip of her fingers cut off. She released him as she morphed, dropping to the ground, gasping for air as she felt the full extent of her injuries. Her mouth tasted like rust, and it felt like a vampire had torn it to shreds. Wait, it had. Her chest was heaving as the rib put pressure upon the others. She struggled to her feet, gaining that but not much more. She should have been more careful.


Chainz grinned as her chains began to heat up. She yanked them, pulling them free of his grasp. They shrunk considerably before wrapped around her wrists, becoming as bracelets would. She dodged his heels, as feet were harder to control. Had it been his hands, she would be facing a serious laceration of some kind. BEfore she was able to strike again, however, the air grew cold.

She moved towards Willym, irritation furrowing her brow. "Dammit..Ruin the fun Tori.." She growled angrily as she angelic woman appeared before them.

Tori's face was mute emotion wise. She had her reasons for intervening, mainly because it was not nearly time for these four to die... Most likely it would be Stella and Michael that would not last.

[Trix]

When Michael and Chainz had seperated, the male shifter landed roughly on his feet against the concrete lining the base of the alleyway, grunting as he did so. Aside from bruising on his forearms, and a few cuts, he was fine. Though he honestly did feel somewhat relieved that the mystical force had come when she had. Glancing at Tori a brief thanks flashed before he caught sight of Stella.

In an instant he was nest to her, golden eyes wide. "Stella, I'm going to get you help... please, just.." He breathed slowly "..this once, please don't argue." He smiled at her, the frightened look in his eyes not once subsiding. Gently, he scooped an arm beneath her, and lifted her gently against his chest, careful to not touch her ribs. Genuine concern for her flooded over him.

Willym sprung free from teh dragoness as soon as she had relented and landed with a cat-like grace, next to Chainz. He strightened, and brushed the debris from him mockingly, and threw a salute toward Stella and Mike, insultingly. He turned his dark eyes to Tori in understanding and growled softly before turning to Lyra's body. "I'll leave her to.." He glanced back at the shifters. "..you."

[bynx]

((MMkay, I vote new threads now, two seperate. XD

It can be understood Willy and Chainz left, as did Stella and Mikey. ))