Caught In The Act (Saraitha Mei Miafuji/OPEN)

[Ator Nixon]

Ator grabbed his phone and the few clothes that he had that were strewn across the hotel bed and shoved it back into his backpack. The music blared through his headphones. His music was turned up far too loud. After pulling all of his belongings in his bag, he then checked his phone, thrusting it into his pocket. Throwing the backpack over his shoulder, he turned his ipod down a little and walked out of his hotel room.

The warm air of Vienna greeted his face. He turned around to take one last glimpse of his hotelAll he could do is stare and shake his head as he wished that England were more like Austria. A man opened the door to his cab and asked if Ator needed a ride. He waived him away with his hand, taking a step out into the empty street. It wasn't very late into the evening, but the sun had already set. Most people were home or indoors as the weather was predicted bad. Turning his music back up he continued across the road to the sidewalk.

He lost track of time as his soul was lost in the music. He was walking in time with the rhythmic beat of the drums and the hiss of the bass line. He looked up to see where he was at. The city was now to his back as he turned around. The hill he had walked to the top of showed the glowing lights of the marvelous city below him. He smirked to himself as he thought about his small cottage back home. Home sounds good right now. He turned again to face down the road he was heading toward. Nothing but darkness and trees.

Ator walked down the road lined with trees. His trip was going to be long. He wanted to go as far as possible before actually shifting, if he could help it. People never really understood when they saw him. They always either ran or shot at him, which in any normal case they should. He remembered all the bags he had blown apart from a bad shot from a crazy man with a gun, or a phone that was dropped from taking off too fast.

Picking up the pace, Ator began jogging down the road into the deep darkness ahead of him. As he ran, the music shifted. It went from a slower, alternative rock sounding music to a quick pumping sound. Rap typically was not his thing, but the house/club music was alright. He could already feel his heart beginning to race. Better slow down, or you'll go too soon he coaxed himself. He slowed down a little, his jogging pace merely a fast walk.

His heart continued to escalate, faster and faster, despite the fact that he had slowed his pace. Fuck. Too... Soon He thought, stopping in the middle of his jog. He leaned over, placing his hands on his knees. He could feel his arms and legs pulsing hard. Throbbing as the blood grew thicker and the bones slowly grew and then went back. His breathing became staggered as he tried to take deep rhythmic breaths. I should have stopped. Someone is going to see me, I'm not out far enough

Ator could feel his sweatpants sticking to his legs as they grew larger and his body was drenched. He felt as if he had just jumped into a pool of sticky liquid. Damnit! He ripped out his ear buds, dropping his ipod to the ground in front of him. He slung his bag from his shoulders. He could feel his clothing growing tighter around his body, his bracelets ripping at his skin, the elastic stretching too far in his pants. Pulling off his leather bracelets and tossing them quickly in the bag, Ator dropped to his knees and ripped at his shirt, letting go.

He felt as if his breathing was far too loud. He tried to hush his heavy intakes of the too warm air. He looked down toward the ground. It always seemed too far away. He was never afraid of heights, but he was never comfortable when he first shifted to his true form. He groaned as he looked down to see the glowing screen of his ipod cracked. There goes another one He thought sadly to himself. He leaned his long neck down, grabbing the bag in his teeth.

The bag seemed so tiny to him. Ator slid one of his large scaly fingers through the straps of his bag. He knew he would need it once he got back. Shaking his head mentally to himself, he stood up to his full height and stepped forward, crushing his cracked ipod. He took a few steps down the road. After walking not even 5 minutes, he reached the opening of the long road. It opened up to a smaller town. He could see the lights still on in the houses and could make out the outline of the people walking the streets.

Ator's stomach growled loudly. He frowned, looking down toward it. Keeping his tail tucked as close as he could to himself to keep from causing too much destruction, he stepped carefully over a few fences. He made it to a medium sized field filled with cows. Here goes nothing He leaned his head down as the cows scattered. He grabbed a large on in his jaws and bit down. He could hear the other cows bleating and calling out, horrified. The cow in his mouth struggled for a moment, screaming and finally went limp.

Ator didn't even bother swallowing his meal. Before he could grab another snack, a big man with a large gun ran outside of the house nearest to the field. "Who's out there?" He called out as he walked toward the fenced in area. Grabbing one more cow, Ator gently held onto it as he spread his large wings and pushed off hard from the ground.

Once in the air, he could hear the screams of people in the village below him. He could hear the farmer let off a few rounds. Ator laughed to himself as he felt the small ting against his tail as a bullet bounced off of it.

Ator licked his lips as he flew through a cloud. He took in a deep breath of the misty air as he shook a little, the little water-droplets falling off his scales. He knew he had to be getting close to home. He could smell the familiar scent of the grass and the people. He leaned forward, the ground coming up fast to meet his claws. He flapped his long wings a few times to slow him down.

Ator landed in a large field. He recognized it as one that was close to his cottage. He took another deep breath, moaning to himself at the intoxicating scent. He pulled the bag off of his claw and laid down on the cool grass. His heart was still racing too fast for him to shift back. He groaned as he licked his claw where the backpack had been pinching his finger.

He was just about to stand up again when he smelled it. His stomach growled and groaned as it reminded him that he was starving and hungry for more than just animal meat. I can settle for Vampire he thought to himself, licking his lips as his mouth watered. He hunched down and waited, the scent of his prey fading in and out.

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OUTFIT! [url= Outfit (or lack thereof) ; Back/Wing Tattoo ; Left Shoulder Tattoo ; Right Shoulder/Body Tattoo ; Wrist Tattoo
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INSPIRATION! The Who!
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
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LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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[Saraitha Mei Miafuji]

Saraitha knelt and looked at the marking on the dirt at her feet. The tracks on the animal path were just an hour old. The deer couldn't be far. She stood and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath she opened herself up to the world around her. It was good to let go. Dulling her sight, hearing, and smell to make things bearable in town really took allot out of her. A little over a week had gone by and she already felt the need to feed again. Being a vegetarian vampire was such a chore. If she fed on human blood she'd only need to do it about once a month. She still remembered the sweet taste of it. Her mouth watered at her memories of human victims those first few days, at how revolting animal blood was in comparison. She frowned at her herself at that line of thinking >>No. Never again, I promised myself long ago. Yukki would be so disappointed in me.<<

Sara shook her head of those thoughts and concentrated. It was a crisp clear night with a light breeze from the south-west. She could hear every insect and smell every animal in the area upwind for what seemed like miles. The animals ranged from prairie dogs to field mice. Too small. She really wanted that deer she'd tracked this far. She opened her eyes and looked up at the moon. It was waxing towards a full moon, but it was still just past half full. >>Shouldn't be any lycans about. Thats all I need is one of them showing up and scaring away the prey<< There were no tel-tail sounds of her prey yet. She would have to run a bit and catch up to that deer she was tracking. He was downwind somewhere. If he'd gotten behind her she would smell him. She would have to hope she got close enough to hear or see him or she would have to stop and find another target.

Sara walked, jogged, then ran. She steadily picked up speed until she was running full out. The trees rushed past her in a blur. She followed the winding path through the underbrush, pushing off of the trees and jutting boulders to adjust her course as she went. Sara was barefoot, as always, while hunting. It gave her total control that even the most expensive and securely tied boots or shoes could provide. They hindered her running anyway. She'd tried many and came to the conclusion long ago that nothing worked. They always broke or came loose at the worst times.

Sara had on black spandex bicycle shorts and a shirt made of similar form fitting material. Any loose fitting clothing would be torn to shreds as she navigated the underbrush and other foliage of the Forrest so she left them behind at the trail-head. She'd get back to her bag and change after she was done.

She heard the faint far off noise of an animal crashing through the forest. It ran downwind. >>Smart little shit<< she thought, changing direction. The deer was staying downwind and had left the path. She'd have to catch up quickly before he found a hiding spot. If it stopped she'd loose the sound and its bearing, in turn loosing him. She ran after the fleeting buck. Once she got close enough to see it, it was over. No way it could stop and wait her out now. She'd be on it in seconds. She ran full speed, her mouth watering at the thought of drinking it dry. She always craved the blood. It was after she was done sating her blood-lust that she would be overcome by the taste and smell of it. How it sickened her then. But it was the price she paid to keep her promises.

As she closed the distance she slowed so that she was just a bit faster than the buck. He zigged and zagged changing direction trying to loose her. Sara was too well balanced for any of those tricks to work. She was almost upon it. The part she hated was seconds away. She relaxed her mind, allowing Instinct to take over as her consciousness retreated to her subconsciousness allowing for the blood thirsty monster within to come forward. She'd let it have its fun and save her the experience. Her eyes dilated, her pupils expanding so that her eyes were completely black. Her sensation of the world around her faded to new nothing. She was now pure vampire.

The buck jumped over a fallen log and through some thick underbrush that made it look to disappear just as the vampire lunged to overtake it. It grabbed hold of the buck in mid-air wrapping arms and legs around it and giving a squeeze that snapped the buck's spine. The vampire would have landed gracefully and in perfect balance, but something went wrong. Time slowed for the vampire still in mid-air, its nostrils filled with the stench of dragon and its eyes flicked to the danger ahead. There it was, a towering Dragon. The vampire hissed in hatred and anger. Sara's consciousness felt the shift from hunting to Hatred and shoved her way forward, throwing the monster back into its dungeon within her mind and taking control of herself once more. She'd mastered control over the monster and never let herself weaken of hunger enough to allow it to be strong enough to overpower her. She saw the hulking beast before her and stiffened with fear. Her eyes widened and she shrieked. Sara landed completely off balanced and going much too fast to stop cold. Her feet slid along the dew slicked long-grass, being carried forward by the momentum of the buck in her grasp.

She didn't have time to think. All she knew was that there was a dragon in its native form ahead of her, and she was being carried straight towards it. Its image burned itself into her mind so that she felt like she'd stared at it for ages, even though just a fraction of a second had lapsed. It was magnificent. The thing of fairytale and legend in all its splendor was before her. Scales, wings, tail, it was everything of movies and books and more. The pictures and descriptions she'd seen and read paled in comparison to the actual real live dragon before her. The dragon was such a beautiful shade of her favorite color. “HER” favorite color. Not the pink that kept working its way into her wardrobe when she didn't pay attention. She may have smiled and gaped in awe in another situation where she wasn't about to be eaten by it.

Her legs gave out. Whether by instinct or just the shock and awe, she'd never know. She tumbled forward still holding the buck in a death grip. She should have let the buck go, but then what? She held on. Something in her mind telling her that she'd need it for something. Instinct? Again, something she would have to ponder later. She came to a rest on her hands and knees virtually straddling the buck who lay on its side below her. Her fine black hair was draped over her downcast face hiding it from view. She could hear the dragon move just meters directly in front of her. She wanted to get up and run. Run as fast as she could and hope to get away from the beast, but she knew it wasn't possible so her muscles wouldn't do what she asked of them. She was frozen with fear. Her body shaking and not responding. Every dragon she'd ever met before Ator had made it clear that they would have destroyed her if given the chance. Was this the end?

>>Why does it have to end like this?<<
She thought. Eyes wide. Breathing hard like she was hyperventilating. She didn't need to breath, she knew that, but again, her body wasn't listening. In her shock she was reverting to what her human self would be doing.

>>I've lived the best life I could. I haven't hurt anyone since I came to my senses ten years ago. Yukki had.....<<
Her eyes closed.
>>Yukki.....Yukki, I'm so sory.....I... won't even get to say good bye...<<
Sara seemed to Gasp, her breathing stopping as she swallowed hard in regret. The thoughts snapped her out of her shock, regaining control.
>>NO! ..I'm not dying like this. Not like this... not on my hands and knees, and not to a fuking dragon that I've never done anything wrong to!.<<
Her hands that were planted palms down in the grass curled into firsts in anger.
>> I deserve a better end than this!!!<<
Her mind raced as another fraction of a second advanced. She could think so much faster than a regular human.
>>How do I fight a dragon? Is it even possible to defeat one in its native form?<<
Sara analyzed her situation and came to the only logical course of action. She would have been a match for a dragon in human form, or at least she hoped so. But that was not the case and she had no weapons, just the buck laying under her. Gods... was she ever fucked. All she could do was wait. She'd feign defeat and wait for the dragon to open its maw to eat her and then she would fling the buck into that gaping mouth with all her strength. If she was lucky it would lodge in its throat and choke the bloody beast to death. But that was just wishful thinking. All she could count on was a precious few seconds of surprise and confusion to allow her to get to her feet and run. If she could get to top speed before it could stop her she might be able to outrun it. She only had to get to the woods and head for town. She had no idea how fast a dragon was or how fast it could fly. She'd have to gamble that her own speed would give her the time she needed to get close enough to civilization. Would the beast risk being seen by a town full of humans? It was a gamble she would take. Her jaw clenched and set as her mind continued to think. What if it didn't try to eat her?. Sara's plan only counted for that one outcome. What if it just stomped her flat or something? Her body seemed to almost slump with the realization as she relaxed her tensed muscles. Her head dropped and hung lower as if accepting defeat. She had no other course of action to take. Nothing to do now but wait. If it decided not to eat her outright than she was done for.

Sara slowly closed her eyes. Would it be for the last time? She wondered. Her clenched hands relaxed. One edged forward ever so slowly to take hold on one of the Buck's legs. She whispered a silent good bye to her mother, father, and finally her brother.
“Sayonara, Mei-san. Tomoe-san.... Yukki-kun”
Her eyes burned and She knew tears would be falling now if she was capable of them. She squeezed her eyes tighter and then they flew open.

Something snapped inside of her. Her mouth curled into a crooked smile, It was not something she ever did, more like what the monster within her would do. She felt the urge to laugh at the absurdity of it all.
She'd just realized something very important. Something she'd forgotten or stopped thinking about over the last 10 years. She was already dead anyway. She'd died ten years ago at the hands of that hired assassin vampire. She was worried about dying.... again? If that damed dragon managed to eat her, it better do a good job of chewing or she'd tear her way out from the inside! >> I'm coming home, Yukki. One way or another and hopefully in one piece.<<

“Come and get it”

she whispered in a maniactical sing-song voice. This was so out of character for her. Had she gone mad? No... not mad. Something much worse.

She Waited.

[Ator Nixon]

Ator lay as close to the ground as possible, the wet, soft grass pressed against his stomach. He closed his eyes, relying completely on his sense of smell. He could hear the vampire moving around in the forest ahead of him. He could smell it getting closer. He exhaled the breath he had been holding and laid down his head against the grass.

His prey leaped out of the trees attached to something. A flash of fur went before his face. Ator remained still. Glancing at the vampire. It was female, Asian looking, with long black hair. She must have been hunting as well because she was latched onto a large deer. He could see the antlers of the buck poking up from the grass.

He stared with his large eyes wide at the vampire as it laid still. He watched her closely. If I go now, I can have my meal and dessert. But then again, a chase is more fun on foot He thought to himself. He ran the thought through his head of shifting back to his human form and running the girl down. He mentally shook his head at the thought of running through the woods naked after his prey that he would have a hard time eating in human form. Forget it, I'll take it here, and now

Ator rose his head, towering over the vampire and her meal. He barely opened his mouth and took in a small breath of air. He could taste the scent of the vampire and the deer. Come and get it He heard her say. He narrowed his eyes. Is that a challenge? He thought as he pulled both wings out from his side.

Spreading his wings, he stood up and extended his long neck. He was now his full size and the vampire seemed nothing more than a tree stump to him. He blew air out from his nose, making a loud huffing noise. He was just about to lean down to attack, but something stopped him. The way she looked at him. He snarled at the thought and continued with his attack.

He took a step forward toward the creature, snapping his large jaws. Better run, girly He thought, narrowing his eyes even more. He opened his mouth, advancing quickly toward the vampire, his mouth watering for the much needed meal.

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20 years ago

Ator had to have been only 3 years old, his dragon form barely reaching the knee of a man. He had never been in human form before. He was starving. His mouth would water as he could taste the blood that pulsed in the veins of a bird as it would fly by. He didn't know how to do it.

He laid in the small nest he made for himself. His home wasn't much, but the soft grass served as the perfect place for him. Ator had tried many times to jump up and catch a bird, always missing, or the birds dancing teasingly out of his reach. His stomach growled as he realized, he was doomed if he couldn't learn to hunt.


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OUTFIT! Outfit (or lack thereof) ; Back/Wing Tattoo ; Left Shoulder Tattoo ; Right Shoulder/Body Tattoo ; Wrist Tattoo
TAGS! Saraitha Mei Miafuji and anyone else
NOTES! Feel free to join in
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By Ray
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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[Saraitha Mei Miafuji]

Sara heard the loud huffing noise but fought the urge to look up or stiffen. If she gave it reason to stop, she'd fail. Failure was not an option. She heard the dragon advance. His pace quickening as he closed in on her. She thought about whether the sudden stress on the buck's leg would tear it from the body causing for her plan to fail. Her doubts along with the vibration of the ground threatened to unnerve her, yet she stood her ground.

A shadow came over her and she knew it was time. She flipped over to her left. She must have looked ridiculous to the dragon,like she was break dancing. As her left foot and hand touched earth, she twisted at her waist and rose to a squat, dragging the buck up as if throwing it over her shoulder. Sara pulled with her right hand with all her might. The buck's foreleg held. She flipped it over herself as she turned over again onto her stomach. She slingshot the buck at the dragon like she was taking down a wrestler with an arm flip, only instead of slamming the buck to the ground, sat up launching it at the open jaws coming down at her. When the leg left her hand she didn't stop to see what would happen. She used the momentum to straighten and regain her feet from her squatting position and Ran.

It was an amazing feat of agility that would be impossible for a human. No one was more surprised she'd pulled it off than herself. She couldn't even imagine the dragon would be more surprised. She should have run away towards the tree line, but she had to make sure the dragon was confused. Instead she dug her toes into the ground as she pushed off with all her strength to launch herself into a run “AT” the dragon. She ran all out, dropping to the ground into a slide like a professional baseball player. She disappeared under the dragon and emerged on the other side. Sara jumped back up, regaining her feet and lept over the dragons tail. She dug in her toes again and Ran for all she was worth.

Nothing else mattered now. Only getting to the tree line and away. If it were possible for a vampire to have torn a muscle or tendon, she figured it would have happened. The fact that it did not was another thing about vampires she learned. Her ears listened for pursuit. The tree line loomed closer.
>>Please gods. I've got to reach those trees<<

[Ator Nixon]

Ator snarled as flew toward his prey. He opened his jaws a bit wider to get a better shot. He glanced down just in time to see the Vampire quickly maneuvering. He was shocked at how skilled and strong she was. He was just about to clamp down on her and the deer when the Vampire chucked the large buck straight at him.

Hitting one of his teeth, Ator jumped back a little, but then continued to chomp down on his dessert. He was about to continue with the Vampire, when she charged straight at him. Startled, he advanced forward again, trying to catch her. I hope I'm fast enough in this form

Spinning around, Ator tucked his wings in tight to his side and plunged into the forest after the girl. Trees whipped at his sides and face. He could feel the wind pushing against him as he gathered speed. He was gaining on his prey, when he felt a stabbing pain in his front foot. "Arrrgggggg" He screeched as he stopped instantly.

Pain seared through his body. What just happened? Oh, God, it hurts. He looked down at his foot. There was a long metal object sticking through it. Well, damn... He could feel his scales pulling around the poll. He pulled his foot up a bit to try to free himself. Ator snarled as another shot of pain went through his body. He glanced up to see the Vampire running off into the woods. I'm just going to have to risk it I guess

With no hesitation, Ator pulled as hard as he could, ripping the poll out of his claw with a ripping noise. He raised his head and let out a long, deep, dark growl. He could feel the acidic-like liquid coming up. Closing his eyes, Ator tried to calm himself through his moment of torture. He could feel his heart beginning to slow and the blood in his veins begin to thin out.

Ator dropped to his knees, his body stinging all over. He could feel heat surrounding him. Opening his eyes, he looked up to see treetops crashing in from his dragon-acid he sprayed. "Perfect. No dinner, an injured hand and I'm gonna die.." Standing up, his head spun a little. Ignoring it, he set off in a full on sprint toward the field where his bag was. To anyone else in the woods he would have looked crazy, he had not a stitch of clothing on him.

Once he finally reached his bag, Ator pulled out another pair of sweatpants and pulled them on quickly. He could still feel the stinging sensation on his right shoulder. Glancing at it, he saw that he had some of his own acid on him. He screamed out in agonizing pain and irritation, his head spinning a little more now. He threw the bag over his left shoulder, covering one of his distinctive tattoos. He clutched his hand to his stomach and began to walk back into the forest, hoping that the Vampire had ran off and wouldn't return. He was no match for it in the state he was in, even with his ungodly strength.

WORDS! 551
OUTFIT! Outfit (or lack thereof) ; Back/Wing Tattoo ; Left Shoulder Tattoo ; Right Shoulder/Body Tattoo ; Wrist Tattoo
TAGS! Saraitha Mei Miafuji and anyone else
NOTES! Um, yeah, so I'm having a really bad day, so I thought I would try to cheer myself up by this post...
INSPIRATION! The Who
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By Ray
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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[Saraitha Mei Miafuji]

Sara ran for all she was worth, her long hair trailing behind her. The sounds behind her told her the dragon had barely paused at her diversion. Somehow that last minute decision to change her plan had saved her, for the moment at least, from destruction. It was like she knew that plan had failed the second she put it into action, even though she's though it through as the correct thing to do. She wanted to spend more time on that though, but the sounds of the dragon crashing into the woods after her made her focus on the current goal. The only thing that was absolutely crystal clear to her was that she'd changed again.

The dragon slowly gained on the vampire. Sara grit her teeth as she realized that she wouldn't make it. >>Damn you! How is this possible!<< She pushed herself to run faster, willing her legs to somehow comply, but she was at her limit in her speed. As graceful and fully balanced as she was, avoiding everything that would slow her, she was not fast enough. The dragon chasing her was faster, even though it had to bulldoze its way through the underbrush and foliage. Had this been open ground she would have been overtaken minutes ago. She couldn't help but admire the beast's power.

Sara's face smoothed, her jaw relaxing, as she accepted that she could not outrun the dragon. >>Fine! You're faster. But you'll have to earn your prize!<< She decided. No sooner did her mind accept this, her mentality shifted once again. Like some sort of “attack mode” switched on. Sharp eyes spotted a tree up ahead and without having to “think” she knew that it was an mature oak, a hardwood tree that would easily take the strain of her grabbing hold and using it to slingshot around to suddenly come at the dragon and attack. She didn't yet know what she would do in this attack, but she'd trust her new self to know when the time came.

The beast screamed. This surprised Sara. Immediately she knew it was pain. The dragon had somehow become injured. The sounds of pursuit stopped with the scream. Sara smiled. >>I've won!<< She thought. She wanted to continue to run top speed to get to town, but she found herself grabbing that oak, but not swinging around. She grabbed on and used it to stop herself on a literal dime. Sara should have been confused at this, but before she could, she knew that it was what she must do. The dragon in the forest was the ultimate threat to her survival. She couldn't feed if the dragon was there. She'd have to start feeding on humans again.

Sara expected the monster within her to stir at the thought, but she felt nothing. She paused at this. She knew she would never go back to human blood, but the thought of it always brought a reaction from the monster. Sara heard the sound of a growl followed by crashing sounds of tree branches off in the distance behind her. No sound of pursuit though. She started back toward the sound at a jog. She knew she was downwind. The dragon would not smell her. She'd have to be absolutely silent so it didn't hear her. On her way back, she had a precious few seconds to think. She felt for the monster within. Nothing. She relaxed her barriers to the cell she kept that monster. Nothing. She dared to remove them all together. Nothing.....

She knew then what had changed within her. Accepting her true reality of a dead vampire had finally brought about a melding of her two identities. Something she was sure would have happened long ago if she'd had proper guidance from a vampire master. The monster was not gone. They'd struck some sort of balance where Sara was still in control, yet enhanced by the monster. She was one. She was complete. She shuttered at how this would play out now. She was back to square one, and would have to test herself to find how this new Sara would behave. So far, she had no complaints.

Sara reached the spot where the dragon should have been. There was a bloody metal pole, branches, and some fluid that smoldered. >>Acid. He breathed acid..<< she thought. Now she knew that she'd been dead if she'd followed her original plan in the field. The dragon-acid would have ended her before she reached the tree line.

Her head twitched left. Something moved off to the west. But it wasn't the dragon. Much smaller. She listened, getting a bearing, then ran off after it.

Sara reached a small clearing and edged forward silently. She saw a man slipping on a pair of sweatpants. She would have blushed if she were a human. She'd caught a glimpse of his nakedness just before the sweats wend on. She watched as he flexed an arm and shoulder then screamed. Focusing, could see the assortment of tattoo's on his body and also some of the almost fluorescent liquid acid from the dragon. Had the dragon run into this man and attacked him instead? How could he possibly still be alive? She shook her head. Somehow this human had saved her life. He was injured and she should help him and thank him. She saw him pull a sack over his shoulder. She was about to step out of the brush she was hiding behind and offer her help, when he turned in her direction as he walked. >>ATOR!<< she sreamed at herself, recognizing the man. Ator saved her?.. bot how? And what was he doing in the forrest? How... .

Her breath caught as realization hit her like a hundred ton safe falling on her. She gasped before she could help herself. Her hand going to her mouth Ator was a dragon. Had he come to her rescue and attacked the other dragon or..... She stood frozen. Not knowing for certain. The wind changed direction. She stood there, wide-eyed, staring at him.

[Ator Nixon]

Ator moaned as he felt the acid digging deeper into his skin. He knew it would heal quickly, he just had to let it run it's course. He pulled his bag tighter across his shoulder, taking care to watch where he was stepping because of his lack of shoes, his head throbbing.

He was headed back into the woods before him toward his home. He could smell Alex stirring inside. It wasn't even a mile away from him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could smell something else. His body tensed. Shit He began running. Sprinting toward his cottage. He knew he could make it quickly, he had run this route so many times.

He could sense the Vampire. She smelled so close. Something seemed familiar about her. Did he know her? I seriously need to stop with the chicks He thought, running on as he reflected to all the women he'd met. He couldn't picture her face. Her scent was intoxicating and revolting. He couldn't tell if he wanted to cough or to take another deep breath.

Ator broke through the edge of the forest, a branch smacking him in the face. He growled to himself as he could feel his nose beginning to bleed. He paused for a moment, taking his run to a walk. He couldn't smell the Vampire anymore, the winds must have shifted again He took a deep breath, tasting the scent of the woman on his tongue. Damn

The house was lit and the light shined out onto the yard. He could see Alex's face in the window of his bedroom. He walked briskly to his front door, opening it and walking inside. After throwing his bag on the floor he jogged into the living room and grabbed his long hunting knife that was sitting on the side table. I'll take care of this He thought, holding it infront of him with his uninjured hand. His head was swimming as his other hand bled out, his body smeared in his own blood.

Alex ran playfully down the stairs and into the living room. He chirped and ran to Ator, running around his leg for a moment before clawing his way up Ator's body to his shoulder. "What the hell, Alexander? Get the hell out of here, I'm busy... Ouch... Stop it.... Alex!" The marten's claws left scratches across Ator's chest, small beads of blood surfacing. Ator frowned at the small animal.

He could smell the woman getting closer. He was waiting, ready to fight the best he could. "Get outta here. I don't want you hurt... GO!" He shouted at his pet. The marten's ears dropped as he leaped off his friend's shoulder and slunk into a close chair and curled up, wrapping his tail around him.

"I know you're out there.. I know I went after you.. if you're gonna kill me, come and fight, I won't go willingly!" He shouted out, like an idiot. He could feel his senses fading, the room getting a little darker, everything else becoming dull. For a moment, he doubted if he would stand a chance against a Vampire in this state. He would fight for what it's worth. Maybe, she would go away... or maybe it would be someone he knew. Maybe.... Maybe.... That's a lot of maybe's.... He thought, shaking his head and clearing his thoughts.

He braced himself, facing the open door, peering out into the darkness. He couldn't smell her anymore, but he had a strange feeling that she was out there, somewhere. Just get this over with

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TAGS! Saraitha Mei Miafuji and anyone else
NOTES! Well... this is going to be interesting, lol.
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By Ray
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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[Saraitha Mei Miafuji]

Sara stayed in the shadows, unsure of what to do. She saw Ator start to job past her on the trail then her sharp eyes picked up on the slight stumble in the rhythm of his jog. Sara knew he'd caught her sent. He picked up speed and ran off.

When he was out of sight, Sara ran down to where he'd gotten dressed. She didn't get too close, seeing there was acid and blood. She made sure to stay upwind, but the winds kept shifting so she retreated back to the woods. It was beyond a doubt. >>He's hurt. He must have fought the other dragon. I should help him<< She told herself, turning and running after Ator, keeping to the shadows in the forest.

Sara lost his scent in the shifting winds, She slowed, hoping to hear him running, Instead she picked up on a faint voice off in the distance. Her direction changes and she picked up speed towards it.

She stopped when she reached a small clearing in which was a small house. The wind changed direction again. >>Damn it! If he didn't know I followed, he knows now.<< Sara walked into the clearing and towards the house.

>>Get outta here. I don't want you hurt.... Go!<<

Sara stopped at his words just yards from his front door.

>>I know you're out there.. I know I went after you.. if you're gonna kill me, come and fight!. I won't go willingly!<<

Sara heard his words from inside the open door, yet she couldn't see him in the glow within. A shiver ran down her body. It was him! He'd tried to eat her. Was this some sort of trap? How could he possibly be scared of her. A single blast of that acid or just his jaws while in dragon form would be the end of her. He'd tried to eat her! >>Why?<<
Was all she could ask herself. She thought back to the other day. The way they met... The way he stuck up for her to the drunk... His kinds words and kinder face. How he'd treated her like she was normal. A human woman.

Sara sighed. How had things come to this? Why did he try to eat her? What happened back there to injure him? Why was “she” now the bad guy somehow?. Too many questions. None of which would be answered by running away. Ator thought she was there to kill him. She'd have to take it slow.

Sara tried to advance but her hind kept screaming at her in warning. Instinct told her she was in danger. That the smart thing to do was to run away. He was a dragon. Dragons killed vampires. If this was a trap, did she even stand a chance? Then a picture of him injured in the clearing entered her mind. Sara shook her head clearing it.
She knew nothing of dragons, except that in their native form she stood not a chance at all against one. Were they of the same mind as in human form? Or...

Sara thought back at her own battles against the monster within her. The constant struggle for domination. Like a real life Dr. Jekel and Mr. Hide. Two different entities within one body. If his life was anything like hers, she pittied him for having to share in her curse.

Sara saw Ator step into the doorway. He looked pale and was bleeding freely from several places and in his hand he held a rather large knife. The knife was no real threat to her since it would shatter against her skin. She stepped forward into the light and onto the foyer.

“Ator, I...” She never finished her sentence. The wind shifted again and the drat from inside hit her hard. It brought with it his male musk scent, and the sweet smell of fresh blood.
>>SHIT!<<
Was all she could think to herself realizing the humongous error she'd committed. She'd taken a breath to speak just as the draft hit her. She'd forgotten that she hadn't fed, and the exertion of escaping the purple dragon had weakened her considerably.

Sara's eyes locked on Ators. Her throat burned like fire as the blood lust rose like a tidal wave about to sweep her away in its massive current. Her eyes wend black as she tried to warn him but all that came out of her mouth was choked “The.. Blood...” Her throat closed up. Her right hand came up to cover her mouth. She reached out with her left hand but not at Ator. She grabbed on to the door frame, leaning forward. It splintered as she tightened her grip on it.

Sara waited. The tenth of a second seemed to last an eternity. It was her worst fear. The stuff of the nightmares she endured every second of the two hours of sleep she needed to take every 30 days or so. The monster she kept locked in the darkest pit of her mind would catch her weakened and break free of her, taking control and forcing her to do the unspeakable.

Her eyes widened. Terror visited her facial features. There was no way she'd be able to prevent it. Not without Yukki to lend his strength.

Another tenth of a second passed, then another.

Sara's throat burned like fire, the thirst all but unbearable. The blood-lust pounding on her desires demanding to be sated....

But nothing more.

The monster wasn't there. It was gone.

No, Not gone. She “had” changed back in the clearing with the dragon upon her. She finally understood how. There were no longer two entities inside of her jockeying for supremacy. There was just Sara. But not just Sara. The two had finally become one. She felt the feral needs of the monster and its instinctive crave to feed, but it was her. Not a second identity within her. It was brutal, but she could control it. It just took a hell of allot of effort. The control taxed her to her limits, but she would endure it. She must!.

Sara was almost doubled over as she gasped again and looked back up at Ator's blue eyes. She didn't let herself think about the emotions on Ator's face as she slowly straightened. The fact that she had yet to feel the knife hit her body was enough. Sara's expression smoothed and she even managed a smile. Not necessarily at Ator but at the fact that she'd won! She was complete. A true vampire. Things would be different now.

“I'm ok, I think” She said with almost a grunt. “I'm not here to fight. I don't care what happened out there. You're hurt. Let me help” Her left hand was still welded to the door frame. She held out her right hand to him.

[Ator Nixon]

Ator braced himself as he heard footsteps approaching. He held the sword out in front of him, prepared to use it on whoever came in. He could smell the vampire before she even set foot inside. Her intoxicating scent rushing over him.

He couldn't tell if he wanted to just break down and eat her right then or just breathe in her scent. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath. He opened his eyes as Alex made a little chirp. The marten was sitting up in the chair now, making a little hiss at the strange person.

Ator glanced up from his glare at his little furry friend. He gasped, his brow furrowing, his eyes glued to the figure before him. He shook his head for a moment and then just stood there, gaping at the woman. "Sara.... But.... Sara..." He couldn't think of anything else to say. He found himself running his eyes along her body, lingering over her curves.

He could feel a little stir of desire and lust in his stomach. He shifted from one foot to the other, closing off thoughts of the woman before him. He ran his eyes back to hers and locked on there. They shifted. He couldn't tell if he was just hallucination or if her eyes went almost completely black. He stared as he could see her struggling for a moment.

Ator stepped back, his head spinning again, he grabbed on to the couch beside him to steady himself. He could feel the blood crusting a little on his hand as he continued to bleed. He watched Sara as she came around. She seemed better after a few moments. Her eyes were filled with color.

His facial expressions softened as Sara offered to help him. He glanced down at his hand, a large hole going straight through. It seemed to be smaller than it was 10 minutes ago. Good, it's starting to fix itself He thought. He looked back up at Sara and frowned again as he felt the room fading. Ator turned and sat down on the couch, dropping the sword on the floor beside him.

"I'm so sorry, Saraitha." He said in almost a whisper, holding his head in his good hand. Alexander crawled over from his chair and into Ator's lap, licking gently at the claw marks he made on his chest. Ator stood up and accepted Sara's help, waiting for instruction.

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OUTFIT! [url= Outfit (or lack thereof) ; Back/Wing Tattoo ; Left Shoulder Tattoo ; Right Shoulder/Body Tattoo ; Wrist Tattoo
TAGS! Saraitha Mei Miafuji and anyone else
NOTES! ran out of things to write...
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By Ray
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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[Saraitha Mei Miafuji]

Sara smiled when Ator took her hand. She was so worried about him. She replayed the events in her mind. Their first words stumbled over each others, and even while she fought her blood-lust she saw him look at her up and down as if not sure she was really there. When Ator stumbled as if dazed and into the couch behind him, she wanted to jump forward to aid him, but she dared not without him accepting her help. She stared at him. There were so many emotions in his face. He was pale and unsteady on his feet as he glanced at his hand and she'd seen the gaping hole there. She remembered the pole amongst the fallen branches and put together a pretty good picture of what happened to him.

“Shhhh... its ok, Ator. Don't worry about any of that” Sara said softly,walking forward, his hand still in hers. She helped him to sit on the couch, her eyes darted left and right as she took in her surroundings. There was so much blood. It was a miracle he was still conscious. She ignored the marten's complaining at her as she reached for his injured hand. She gently took it on both her own to examine the wound. Ator hissed in pain.

Sara knelt before him and raised his hand to her lips before she could stop herself. She didn't really think about what she did. She only knew that vampire saliva healed vampire wounds. She had no idea if it worked on anything else, but she did know that at the least, it would take away the pain. She liked the wound, holding on firmly in case Ator tried to yank his hand back. As his hand relaxed, Her own hands trembled as she fought the instinct to bite down and feed. The burning intensified to the point she thought her throat was afire, yet Sara somehow kept control, but just barely. The blood was unlike anything she'd ever tasted. She concentrated on producing venom knowing that if she swallowed, even a little of the crimson ambrosia, she'd loose it. She turned his hand over and liked the other side.

Sara couldn't look at him. What must he be thinking right now? She closed her eyes as she finished. She turned her head spat out, trying to get the blood out of her mouth, then reached down with a hand and tore a piece of her shorts at the thigh. She wrapped his hand tight and stood, rushing away from him.
“First aid kit... where?” was all she could get out. She didn't wait for a reply, she simply rushed away to find anything that would help her.

[Ator Nixon]

Ator winced as Sara took his hand. He could see that she was trying to be gentle. "Thank you." He said in almost a whisper as she looked over his hand. She leaned her head down and he could see her going toward his wound. Ator pulled sharply away, trying to keep his hand from her mouth.

Without having the strength from the loss of blood, he clutched his eyes closed, tight. He could feel her tongue running around the edges of his wound. He winced at the tingly sensation that remained after her saliva worked its way into his wound.

He could feel the muscles and bones begin healing faster than what his dragon body already was healing. It was quickly mending itself back together as she turned over his hand and licked the other side. Ator glanced down at Sara as she looked up, a burning desire in her eyes before she turned and spat out his blood that remained in her mouth. I must taste revolting to her... He thought, sighing to himself.

He watched as Saraitha tore a piece of her already short shorts off. He felt his eyes trailing up her leg, but then stopped himself. She's helping you, damnit. Least you can do is show some damn respect! After wrapping his hand, she leaped up and almost ran away from him, asking where the first aid kid was. Before he had time to reply, she was off into the rest of the house.

Ator looked back down at his tightly wrapped hand. It throbbed a little but it felt much better, now that it was mending itself. He looked down at Alex. He smiled down at him and lifted him into his arms, caressing his little pet to his chest. The little marten crooned and snuggled close to his master, curling up in his arm.

Ator stood up and decided to follow Sara into the house. He walked out of the living room, frowning at the little droplets of blood on the carpet. He walked into the hallway, the pictures he had taken on trips lining the walls. Venice, France, Italy, Sydney, New York, Ireland, Greenland... He paused for a moment as he looked at a blank picture frame. "Vienna" He said, gently, reminding himself of the pictures he needed to print out from his most recent trip.

Everything looked beyond neat for a man to be living alone. Everything was organized and neatly put away. Even though everything was put away, Ator couldn't remember where half his stuff was most of the time. He walked slowly down the hall looking in each room for Sara, before heading toward the stairs. He frowned. All that was up there was his living quarters. It opened up into a bedroom that was the size of the entire downstairs and a giant bathroom and walk in closet to accompany it. "Sara... Don't be up here." He sighed, looking around for her.

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OUTFIT! [url= Outfit (or lack thereof) ; Back/Wing Tattoo ; Left Shoulder Tattoo ; Right Shoulder/Body Tattoo ; Wrist Tattoo
TAGS! Saraitha Mei Miafuji and anyone else
NOTES! ran out of things to write...
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By Ray
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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[Saraitha Mei Miafuji]

Sara gazed wide eyed at he wonderland that was Ator's room. The useless first aid kit fell out of her hands and clattered to the Floor. It was more of a veterinary kit and had nothing but supplies suitable for only Martens.
“Amazing” she whispered as Ator walked in behind her.

It was the biggest bedroom she'd ever seen. It looked like it belonged in a place more like a museum. Sara walked slowly past all the different mementos he'd collected from more than a dozen countries. And if that wasn't enough, there was the most beautiful hand woven Persian rug over gleaming hardwood floors with rosewood accents that spanned the whole main room. Before her at he end of the room was a Victorian bedroom set fit for a King... or with the right colors, maybe even a queen. Hardwood 4 post bed obviously hand carved. She could see the random chisel marks of a master craftsman which no machine could duplicate. Matching night stands with lamps and accents that looked amazing. Her gaze glanced over every unique item. Each one meticulously maintained and so perfectly staged that it all fit together, though from the four corners of the world. She glanced left into a walk in closet stocked full of mens shirts, shoes, coats, hats, everything. It was in a rustic style with a chandelier above.

She was about to continue into the bathroom beyond but something caught her eye. She walked into a shadowed corner of the closet to a cedar armoire built into the wall. The door was slightly ajar and poking out was a sleeve of a silk garment. Sara turned and took a few steps closer before freezing in mid step, a hand outstretched to the door yet not touching it. “This is impossible... It can't be....” She whispered. Her hand edged closer, her fingers hooking the edge of the door. With a light tug the door opened. Sara gasped. Her hand trembled as memories flooded her. The shock of the memories buckling her knees so she landed hard but did not feel the impact. She sat back on her heels “Where did you get this?” she asked, her eyes wide. There was no mistaking the garment. It was supposed to be one of a kind. Her mother's last design of Yukata. Black silk spangled with pink satin butterflies of random shapes and sizes in three shades. A wide pink bow which wrapped around the waist, tied in the back. Japanese sandals, and even the matching hair-piece.

It was her sweet 16 birthday back at their home in Japan where she'd received the yukata as a gift from her parents. It was hand made by a local seamstress using the design of Sara's own art. Sara cherished this garment above all others, wearing it for all the festivals through the years. It was lost to her when they were forced to leave ten years ago.

Sara reached out and touched the fabric, gently running her fingers over the material. Her head dropped and she shook. Her shoulders heaved in dry sobs as she cried tearleslly at the memories of a her life... before. Her hands dropped and she gasped again. “I have no right to ask this of you” She said with a sob, Her head shook slowly left to right. “I must have it” She said. Sarah twisted around to gaze at Ator. She glanced again at the Yukata. “It was supposed to be one of a kind. My parents had it made just for me.” She reached out to touch it again longingly. “this is my design... How is it that its here?.”

[Ator Nixon]

Ator reached the top of the stairs opening up into his room. He walked in a few feet, running his hands over the soft velvety surface. He reached up to his face to stroke his long fingers against his shadowy stubble that was growing on his face. He smirked to himself noting the difference in the texture.

He looked around, smelling Saraitha but not seeing her. He could see where she had run her fingers over a few pieces of furniture, making the velvet cloth a different shade of deep red. Licking his lips slightly, Ator looked at his bed, his body groaning at him. It had been a while since he actually laid in his bed. He had been spending his nights out or sleeping on the couch downstairs with Alex. Alex slept in the bed more than he did, but tonight it was looking more inviting than ever.

He was about to walk toward the bathroom, where her scent lead when he saw the dim light turned on in his closet. Sighing, Ator walked toward the closet, opening the door the rest of the way and leaning in the doorway. Saraitha was sitting on the floor in the back corner, leaning over his large chest of keepsakes. She had a silky looking cloth hanging out of her hands.

"I must have it.... my parents had it made for me... How is it here?"

Ator shook his head a little, smirking again. "It's beautiful isn't it? It's a Yukata. I was in Japan when I bought it. You know, even an asshole like me wants to eventually settle down. Well, I figured that my wife would like this... Until then I was going to frame it and hang it like most of my other items. I have a whole closet of women's clothes..." His voice trailed off, his face flushing a little as he thought about his actual caring actions for his future woman.

Ator walked into the closet and pushed a few clothes to the side revealing a very skinny glass door. He opened it and stepped inside, flipping a switch. The lights flashed on revealing a smaller closet filled with women's clothing. Shoes, dresses, lingerie, everything a woman could ask for was in the closet. He looked at himself in the large mirror. A narrow, beaten up complexion staring back at him. He took a few steps into the closet, lost in the moment.

"I really cannot wait to give this to someone else. As for the Yukata... I'm not sure I can part with that.. You see, I may have a lot of money, but I laid down a lot for that article.. How much does it really mean to you?" Ator knew he shouldn't really bargain for it... or that he didn't have the right to even try to bargain with her.

WORDS! 562
OUTFIT! [url= Outfit (or lack thereof) ; Back/Wing Tattoo ; Left Shoulder Tattoo ; Right Shoulder/Body Tattoo ; Wrist Tattoo
TAGS! Saraitha Mei Miafuji and anyone else
NOTES! enjoy
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By Ray
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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[Saraitha Mei Miafuji]

Sara sighed and slowly stood. She knew damn well what it was. It angered her that he felt he should point it out. He knew she was Japanese. She became angrier still as Ator ignored her words for some reason when She'd told him it was her family design and continued on to say he'd purchased it for a future wife. Or did the words never make it past thought?... It was possible. She bit her tung to stay the angry response she was about to voice, calming at the revelation and following Ator into closet within the closet.

The hidden female closet within the masculine outer closet was a wonder within itself. There were multiple sets of each garment in range of sizes.

She closed her eyes and collected her thoughts. By the looks of his house and everything she's just seen, she knew that to ask the man who seemed to have so much wealth, how much he paid for something that he felt the need to voice the fact that it cost him allot was out of the question. She was sure it was more than she could ever hope to have, or get.

She would have to somehow explain how much it meant to her. But how? She barely knew him and she was supposed to bare her heart and soul to him? She didn't even know where to start or what to say. She opened her eyes an focused on him

Sara saw Ator in the reflection of the mirror in front of him. There was something not right. He had a look on his face like he didn't recognize the image of the man before him. He paled before her eyes, yet stepped forward toward his reflection.

“Ator.....”.

[Ator Nixon]

Ator felt his head begin to spin again. He looked at his reflection, running his eyes over his body. It seemed a little thinner than it was a few months ago. He seemed old. He looked at his face, his bare chest sporting various cuts and splotches of blood from his hand. He looked down at his hand. The blood was crusted and the wound was splotchy, but it was healing. He looked up from his hand to his face. He needed to shave and he looked tired. The bags under his eyes told a story of countless nights that he never slept.

Ator sighed as looked around the closet. The clothing made him feel warm inside. He smiled a little, lingering on a few of the more skimpy and expensive garments. He rolled his eyes, various thoughts running through his head. He looked back at the large mirror, making eye contact with himself. He felt the blood drain from his face and the lights begin to fade. He had a horrified look creep across his face as he head Saraitha say his name behind him before the ground came up to meet his face and the world faded to black.

He was sitting at a table at his pub. He scanned his eyes over the faces of the people around him. He could hear laughter of a few girls at the table beside him. He smiled as a small blonde girl walked in through the double doors leading from the back. Her jeans hugged her hips and curves, her black top exposing her midrift and a tattoo that lead lower than where her jeans cut them off at. Her curls were bouncy around her face which seemed to be glowing as she walked around to a few select tables. She was carrying a large round tray with bottles and mugs of alcohol on it.

Ator felt a frown tug at his lip as the blonde walked toward him. Hey, Ator She said, leaning over and setting her tray on the table, her top exposing too much skin. Alex, you need to cover that up. He looked at her, giving her the "stink eye". She rolled her eyes at him and tugged at one of the strings at her top, making it even more loose. Winking, Alex stood back up, placed a beer on the table and walked off, collecting bottles from other tables, shaking her hips a little too much as she went.

Ator took a few sips of his beer, still frowning as he watched the girl make her way around the bar. A few guys whistled, others would simply make grabs at her. Not being able to take it anymore, Ator got up and followed Alex back behind the counter and through the double doors. Ator! What the hell are you doing? You can't be--- Ator had an angry expression covering his face as he grabbed Alex's arms and pulled her toward the back of the pub, shoving open the doors and stepping out into the alley that was behind the building.

Ator grabbed both of Alex's wrists and pushed her against the wall, staring at her angrily. He could see the fear in her eyes as they widened. Letting go of the girl's wrists, Ator took a step back, looking over the woman. You're mine. Let's get that straight. If another man so much as looks at you again, you will quit this job. You hear me? His tone was harsh and loud. He took a step forward again, pulled off his shirt and shoved it over the girl's head. And for Christ's sake! Put some clothes on!

Once his shirt was on the girl, she looked up at him, tears pulling in her eyes. I'm sorry.. She said, curling her arms to her chest and resting her head on his shoulder. Sighing, Ator wrapped his arms around the girl and kissed her head. Please don't cry, baby. I just worry about you. I want you to myself. I am a very selfish man. You know that. I.... I... His voice dropped out. Alex looked up from Ator's bare chest, her blue eyes big and wet. You what? She asked in barely a whisper. Ator closed his eyes and tightened his arms around the girl. I love you. He said, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on her lips.

Ator stirred from the deep sleep he was in. He reached up to rub his head, only to knock off a cold wet rag. The hell? He looked around from where he was laying. He was in his bed, but something was not right. Alexander, his marten, was nowhere to be found and things were missplaced in his room. He pulled himself up into a sitting position just as the door opened. He could smell the eggs and bacon making his stomach growel loudly. Mmmmm that.... What? Oh boy He sighed as he saw Sara walk through the door with a tray of food in her hands, the Yukata hanging gracifully from her shoulders.

WORDS! 880
OUTFIT!  Outfit (or lack thereof) ; Back/Wing Tattoo ; Left Shoulder Tattoo ; Right Shoulder/Body Tattoo ; Wrist Tattoo
TAGS! Saraitha Mei Miafuji and anyone else
NOTES! Sorry for taking so long and being MIA <3
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By Ray
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade