Re: The Thist for Blood (Sakume)
“If you won’t leave me alone, I have no choice!” He’s a prince? Or was? “You hate vampires, I hate vampires, and we’re equal in that.” She dealt him a spinning kick to his jaw, knocking him back as her blood spattered on the ground. “Your story reminds me of a Greek myth, perhaps you’ve heard of it? Oedipus Rex… his story sounds much like yours.” She snarled slightly, picking herself up and coughing once more, wiping away the blood that stained her once pearly canines. She didn’t mind, in fact, she liked the taste of the liquid, even her own.
She wouldn’t have always, especially when she was younger, but her lycan urge forced her to lavish in the pool of blood, even wallow in it. “Now let me tell you a story. I used to be a human, before werewolves attacked my family. My brother did nothing to save us or defend us, and I defeated them myself, getting bit in the process.” She hissed, her hair hanging in reddened strings as they dripped with her own fluids. “I won’t die here. I will not. I will keep going until I kill him that I hate. Once that is satisfied, I will be done, and only then can I die.”
She launched herself upon his body, digging her canine fangs into his shoulder, the acid spilling through her mouth, and hissing as it burned into her gums. She shrieked muffled cries of pain but continued to rip and claw throughout him, urged to tear him apart. She clung to him like a tick, although he tried in vain to get her off, even by slamming his back into the wall. Her skin began to become eaten away by the acid, and she let go to save energy, his hand grabbing her wrist and hurling her off of her previous piggyback position and forcing her with a thud into the ground. She picked herself up, the acid and blood mingling together in differing pools throughout their fighting environment.
“I won’t die that easily! I told you I refuse to!” She repeated in a gurgled gasp, her lungs struggling to keep up with the words.
“You pain in the ass! Why don’t you just accept your death and give in to it?” He shouted, obviously greatly wounded as she was, but unlike her, willing to go to the death.
“Why don’t you shut up?” She replied, leaping once more and latching onto his ankle, sinking her fangs into it with a bloodthirsty howl. “So what if it’s acid, I want it!” She picked him up and threw him into the wall, the two turning and twisting as if in a blender, each dealing the other damage intermittently. "If I can't kill you, I'll just let you die on your own! By the time I'm finished with you, you can die slowly and with torture!" She spat, pushing a claw through the wall and climbing up before executing a backflip, her claws gleaming red, the metal hissing from contact with the acid.
"I say the same for you!" He replied, although Sakume didn't pay attention. He grabbed her claws and wrenched them from her grip, tossing them aside as she once again bit into his wrist. By now her bite was weaker, for the acid had been eating into her gums and making it difficult to maintain jaw control. She ducked down and swiftly sweep-kicked his feet out from under him, giving her enough time to return for her weapons.
He came at her, launching his full body strength into her and pushing her back towards a steamroller; her long shredded scarf-like piece of clothing became caught in the machinery. Kinar mockingly flipped a switch and with a loud long groan, the machine began to pull Sakume in. She glanced up at him and her eyes sparkled dangerously as she used her claws to tear off her scarf, revealing only her undershirt which covered very little. She jumped off the conveyor belt and assumed a fighting position. "IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE?!" Her cracked voice screamed.