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The smell of blood had caught Alana’s attention immediately, and driven her goals away from the human living in the broken down gas-station, and to the immediate opportunity of a meal only yards away from her. Along with that smell, though, came two others equally as strong and familiar to her. The most prominent was that of the lychan. He didn’t have as horrendous of a smell as the balvorines did to her, but was just as easily identified among all the rest the world. With the scent, Alana felt the smallest twinge of excitement go down her spine. Lychans offered her at least a little bit of a challenge, presented her with at least momentary exhilaration of combat. He excitement didn’t fade, or finish its way down her spine, but stayed at the curve of her back, the tingling sensation that suddenly raced back up and sent her skin alive with the lust for blood and desire for battle… and desire to close the gap between herself and the vampire suddenly next to her.

The third scent she had detected was that of Zatch, the vampire whom she had been thinking of just moments before, and was now at her side, questioning something, and though she did not know what, she knew the answer. The same as it always was with them. It just… was. There was no how or why or when, there were just the simple truths that wherever Alana was, Zatch would eventually be, and wherever Zatch was, Alana would eventually join him. “Think of the devil,” Alana murmured under her breath for only herself and Zatch to hear, “And the devil shall appear.” Her lips slid upward into a genuine smile before she reached into the sheaths once again hidden under her sleeves and drew out two silver daggers, looking up with him and smiling wider, a bit more maliciously. “Shall we?”

((Ty’s not on, so I’m just going to assume that this lychan is an open character, and I can play him. If you would prefer that he be exclusively yours, Ty, just tell me and I’ll repost.))

Alana’s smile grew wider as she saw Zatch’s blood; this really could be interesting. She walked very calmly and patiently up to the lychan and stood with her daggers in hand, tsking her tongue teasingly. “Language, language! Don’t you know what happens to puppy’s who don’t behave?” The lychan continued to ignore her, keeping his attention on Zatch. Alana frowned, annoyed. “You’re something of an idiot, dog, you know that?” The insult turned the lychans attention away from Zatch for just a moment, and Alana gave the vampire a playful wink. ~Get up, Zatch.~ She thought privately to him as the lychan growled at her and lunged. She dodged him easily, able to get a small scratch in with the silver blade. The second it touched his skin the lychan let out a roar and lunged at her again. She leapt out of his reach, but this time the lychan jumped after her, gracefully morphing into his wolf form and catching her calf with his strong jaw. She hissed back at his growl, and for a moment it seemed like a house cat against a giant wolf, but Alana quickly pushed past the immediate pain and used the tightened jaw to her advantage. She suddenly jerked her body as she fell back down to the ground, and the lychan’s teeth were so deeply embedded into her flesh that with the unexpected jerk, his neck twisted and nearly snapped.

The lychan fought back against her maneuver, however, and twisted his own body so that he made a harsh landing on his back and whimpered as his head hit the concrete; it was a dangerous trick, and a painful one as well, but he lived. Alana let out a roar of anguish as the lychans jaws were forced further still into her leg, but took advantage of the situation and tossed her dagger at the lychan’s fallen form; it met its target and punctured the abdomen of the beast with perfect accuracy and speed. She tossed a look at Zatch, then bit back a long string of profanities that echoed loud and clear in her mind and in Zatch’s as the lychan began to thrash in pain as the sliver rushed through more of his blood stream. The tear on Alana’s calf was healing itself slowly around the lychan’s teeth marks; she needed a good meal before it could heal entirely, and for this she was grateful. If it healed around the lychan’s teeth as it already would have if she had been well fed, she may have a permanent attachment that would have been quite distasteful. The lychan thrashed and opened up her leg, exposing the pale white bone beneath her muscle tissue. Alana watched this and sighed, then took her second dagger and tossed it to Zatch before falling backward and roaring with the lychan. ~Just slit his throat, already…~ She thought, her mental voice holding the disappointment that her physical voice was too busy roaring in pain to portray. She had hoped that at least this lychan would be in good favor of a strategic battle of mind as well as body, but as the gaping, inaccurate and random injuries of Zatch’s arm and Alana’s leg and the blood all over the walls and ground testified, it had been little more than an angry mob could cause

Alana gave an outraged hiss as the bit of hair fell to the ground beside her. ~You’ll pay for that.~ Her mental voice was deep and low, far lower than even the roars were. As soon as the lychan’s jaw was released from her flesh, she forced herself up and tested out her leg to see how far she could get on it. In her weakened state, the result of her experiment was not good. “Dammit.” She muttered, then caught sight of the bleeding human. “I suppose he’s with you?” She muttered to Zatch in an annoyed tone, then dropped down on her hands and knees and army-crawled over to the vampire and touched his bleeding arm softly. “You’ll need to eat too, I suppose, your blood is thin.” Slowly, her hand moved along the wound and she gathered the blood on her fingertips, then let it drip into her own wound. It was not the first time she would let Zatch become a part of her, though perhaps the first time it was done with no romantic intentions or lust for more than healing. As the thin fluid touched her bone and rushed into the spaces between her muscles, it quickly aided her own blood in the task of closing the wound. It was not the same as the effect human blood would have on her, it wasn’t quenching to any thirst and it definitely didn’t ease any of the pain, but it closed the wound enough for her to be able to stand without fear of snapping the bone.

As she stood, a slight breeze brushed her ruined hair over her and she sighed. With that, she turned back to Zatch and buried her finger nails into the vampire’s flesh. “I swear on my life I will make you pay for that.” Her voice was as injured as her style, now, and it sounded nearly choked. The night she had been changed, the night any vampire was changed, they lost everything of their human selves: their frailty, their desires, their relationships… hair was the one thing that remained human about them. Her master had once told her that in this sense, her hair was the most precious thing she could possess. The one thing about her that would never heal. The one thing on her body that was as weak as it was when she was human. She cringed at the thought of having to even it. “Anyone else I’d kill on the spot.” She warned, but then smiled a little and shook her head. “I guess this is what I get, huh?”

Alana scoffed a bit at the boy and glared, not at all in the mood for small talk. “Your immediate fate has yet to be determined, boy.” She hissed down at Tyrell, then turned her glare toward Zatch. Her eyes softened upon seeing his sleeping form, and she retracted her finger nails and touched the small holes they had opened regretfully. Her temper would be her downfall; she had no doubt of this. “How isn’t the question.” She said softly in response to the human’s question, though her comment wasn’t directed toward him or anyone, really, it was simply a rhetorical outlook. Her hand moved from the tiny puncture marks and drifted up his arm and to his face, which she slapped softly in hopes to wake up him. “For the moment, I’m going to assume your friends with him and leave you alive.” Alana said to Tyrell without looking away from Zatch. “You realize this is big of me, as I don’t feel like taking a walk at the moment.”

Alana limped after them, still having to mostly-drag her leg. “Well,” She started sarcastically, “I was thinking we might hit the zoo, you know, walk around for a couple hours, talk to some poor baby elephant in a two-by-four cage…” She glared at Zatch and then down at her leg. “Where do you think we’re off to? There’s a run down gas station about two miles down the road with some old man living there I think he might have a kid too, I don’t know for certain. Do me a favor and go there for me? I haven’t eaten in a week, and this isn’t going to heal itself. Besides, you could use it too.” She leaned against a wall and then sank down to the ground, touching her ripped open leg and wincing. “This isn’t comfortable…” She eased her tone a bit and looked up at Zatch, giving him a soft smile. “Please? You can walk better than I can right now. I’ll even keep the kid quiet if he freaks. Deal?”

Alana glared up at Tyrell and contemplated killing him, then gave a dark chuckle. “Your childlike assumptions are quite comical, boy, considering I could kill you in less time than it would take me to say your name. Unfortunately, our days of ‘a**-kicking’ as you called it have been over for quite some time. Equally as unfortunate, our foes seemed to have digressed from a strategic and thoughtful species to one driven into frenzied attacks due to humanity’s obvious inability to remain alive long enough to become a proper, mind stimulating meal.” She glanced up at him. “My only reason for wishing impress a human, however, would be for that of seduction and feeding, so if you would politely keep your mouth closed and respect your superiors, it would be highly appreciated.” With that she leaned her head back against the wall and took a long, cleansing breath, letting the lovely smell of Tyrell’s dried blood act as a slight relief to the pain in her leg. Her skin was slowly beginning to close around the wound in some places, but her blood was still leaking out of it, and inches still remained between muscle tissues. No sooner had she closed her eyes and absorbed the fact that, once again, Zatch’s path had crossed with her own, the smell of fresh human blood jerked her eyes open, turning them black nearly immediately. She ignored Zatch and grabbed the bottles out of his hand, drinking quickly before they got any colder than they already were. Her nails and fangs grew and shrunk as she drank, and tiny droplets of blood trickled down her chin.

As she drank, her body visibly grew stronger, and her wound closed with increasing velocity. Before starting on the second bottle, she poured a bit of it directly on the gaping hole in her leg, and sighed as the hemoglobin latched onto the cells of her own blood and mended the wound so quickly it was hard to see. Within a minute after she finished drinking the second bottle, it was as though the wound had never been there. She took another long, soothing breath, and then opened her eyes and gave Zatch a big smile as she leapt to her feet, filled with new life once again. “Much thanks.” She said, and then, completely forgetting Tyrell’s presence, locked her eyes with Zatch’s and hesitated for a very, very long couple of seconds. Zatch’s eyes were just as blue as she remembered them being, and his skin was still as soft and her body still felt as strange. She would not pursue him now or ever, that was something she had decided on long ago. If something were to happen, it would be because it pursued itself. And yet, standing here now, Alana felt as though there were nothing to pursue. The relationship between them had been immediate and eternal; once it had started, it had never ended. They had been separated more than a century once, and yet once together again, it had been the same as it was back then. She would not pursue a relationship with him, she did not want her entire life to be like that of Markus, where romantic interest was the center and main focus. But she realized now that there would never be anything to pursue anyway. No words needed to be spoken, no romance needed to be announced or questioned.

Alana moved her hand to Zatch’s face and smiled. “Did I say ‘Hi’ yet?”