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Post by westley on Oct 9, 2012 15:12:38 GMT
theres a thunder in our hearts baby  so much hate for the ones we love Wes was feeling the rush crawl through his skin. He knew what he had to do, what his aim was, and he was so so ready to do this. The vampire, he didn't know her, he had never seen her, and apparently he was foolish to go alone, but at the moment he did not feel like working with anyone. He was sure that Annette, or Beth would help him if he asked, and some other people too, but Westley knew he had to do this on his own. How bad could one vampire be? Well, it seemed like bad enough because if what he knew about her was true, then she deserved what came to her. Human trafficking was a problem that Wes was not going to let her get away with, no way. It was too cruel, and too many humans were getting hurt, and it was times like these that he felt the most satisfied when killing, because he knew he was doing something good. Got humanity. That what he was doing was actually worth something, and not just mindless killing. Although, it did seem pretty mindless. Since he was using this as something to keep his mind off Alix, like Annette couldn't for long, and nor could any other hook up he had, so all he had left was killing. Killing evil. This he could do, he was a natural, it felt natural.
Touching his body to make sure all of his weapons were in place, Wes heard his phone buzz, making him swear under his breath. He had to be so so quiet, vampires had extraordinary sense of hearing, and this could just blow his cover. Pulling the damned thig out, he glared at it to see Mark's number, the damn idiot didn't know that calling someone at one AM was not the best idea. Wes pressed the 'accept call' button, and put it to his ear. "What do you want?" He hissed, his voice low, looking around to see if there was any movement, once he was satisfied that there wasn't, he was paying attention to his phone again. 'Westley! I need your help ... there's this guy ...' Wes growled into the phone in frustration, fingers in his hair, tugging a little bit roughly. "I'm gonna have to take a rain check, a bit busy right now." And with that, he presses the end call button, damning the idiot to hell if he would have caused Wes trouble with his ignorance. Though, to be fair to him, he didn't know that Westley was up to so the hunter couldn't blame the other male too much, but then again, he was allowed to feel like this.
Looking around, the male tried to scope out the place. It was dark, the large buildings cast in shadows, and to a passer by they would have looked empty; but Westley knew better. He knew what was going on, and it made his skin crawl just thinking about all those poor humans, being used lie slacks of meat. not being able to help themselves. He wondered how many supernaturals there were there, was it just the leader, or was there more? He hoped there wasn't more, but he knew he should be prepared for anything. Shrugging his jacket a little closer to his body, Wes started to move, stalking towards a building where his eyes picked up some light. He was sure that he wasn't meant to see it, a lot had been done to hide it, but Wes was perceptive, he saw things like that, and that would aid him in his ministrations. The hunter moved stealthily towards it, blue eyes alert like they ever are, confident in his actions because there was no way that he could ever show fear. No, even though Wes was only human and fear was like second nature, he liked to pretend that he isn't afraid, that he is much stronger than he assumes to be, which usually works.
He tried the door, not surprised that it didn't budge, so he pulled out a pick to pick the lock with. He was glad there wasn't any sort of alarm or anything, so he could slide his body in easily. Making his way down a dark corridor to light, Wes's heart beat just a little bit faster. He wasn't sure what room he was supposed to enter, what he was supposed to see, so the anticipation was almost palpable. He placed a tentative hand to the stake at his side, being ready for action at any moment, but then he could hear noises, and cries, and his blood possibly boiled as he moved closer in, holding his breath.
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Post by RYANNA EVANGELINE COLISTE on Oct 9, 2012 16:10:06 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] tell me what you find if you read my mind the good old days, the honest man, the restless heart, the promised land, a subtle kiss that no one sees, a broken wrist and a big trapeze. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ryanna was the last one still present in the abandoned werehouses. Well, the last one except for the humans, ofcourse, but in her eyes, they did not count. The guards had already gone home, but the vampire was restless and did not want to go. So she had decided to guard herself that night. And whether it was smart or not (Ronan certainly thought that the chief did not stand guard, she hired people to do that), Ryanna had decided that way and it was the way things would go. Like usually. The only sound besides the moaning and groaning of the slaves was the clicking of her bloodred heels on the cold floor. There was always a big difference between humans that had just arrived here and the once who had been around for a while. Though the dark-haired woman never let them stay that long. Plus, they would die a natural death by starvation if no one wanted them. With the newbies you saw the admiration, no the fascination of them for the breathtaking woman that strolled casually along the cells, shown by the dim light of the lanterns that were spread along the hallways. The ones that were here longer just looked at her with scorn, or desperation. They knew what she did and that she was the only one who could make it stop. Though Ry never made it stop. All humans had to pay, had to feel in how much pain and agony she had been, because of them. Though that was all long gone.
Ryanna Evangeline Coliste liked to believe she had no more feelings. That her heart was cold as stone. It wasn't used to be, it used to be warm and beating and loving, but well, life had killed that for her. She had learned there was only one way; the road of evil. It made you last longer, kill faster and above all; hurt less. Her brother had already embraced the dark side long before Ry had fully given herself to it, but by now, she knew there was no way back. Her heart and soul were filled with darkness, if they were even still there.
"Eris.. We need water.."
Ryanna's head snapped to the side so quickly it was hardly noticeable when one of the slaves adressed her, knowing he was talking to her. In these dungeons she was known as Eris or Seth. How did the filthy human dare to speak to her? Slithering up to the cellar like a snake, her eyes twinkling dangerously, her pale hand shot through the bars of the cell and grasped around the slave's throat, lifting him up in the air. "What did you say, rat? How do you dare to speak to me?! Look at you, oh so brave. Well, it hasn't really gotten you very far, has it?" She hissed viciously, while slowly tightening her grip around the guy's throat, who started gorgling and scraping with his nails over Ryanna's strong hand until he stopped moving at all. The vampire smashed him back on the floor, her dark eyes flitting through the room. "May this be a warning for all of you, you filthy pigs." She sneered, before striding on like the black angel of death. There was nothing else, but silence.
The people here all had something. They were wounded, hungry and defenseless against the will of a vampire as ancient as Ryanna was. And that power, it made a vicious smile crawl upon her bloodred lips. She did not care less about what would happen to this humans, they were worthless, they were filthy, there was nothing they could be used for. Except, well food. Or toys. Or whatever the supernaturals that bought them from her used them for. Ryanna honestly did not care less what happened to them. As long as it was slow, painful and extremely miserable. She stopped walking at the tune of a cellphone. It wasn't her own, and the humans here did not have cellphones anymore. There was someone else in the building.
Slithering on, on a snail's pace, her walking becoming more like a velvet tred as she moved on, until, somewhere in the dark, her eyes spotted the intruder. Ryanna started laughing maliciously. "Y'know, for someone as brave -or shall I say stupid- enough to come so far into my den all on his own, that was not really a smart move. You're not trying to make this easy for me, right?" The woman said, a malicious grin tugging up the corners of her sensual lips. The person still didn't show himself. "Or are you too scared to talk, hunter? Not very brave, huh, hiding in the dark."
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Post by westley on Oct 20, 2012 13:32:57 GMT
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love Wes knew that Mark would have a shitload to pay for if he survived this. Why couldn’t Wes have switched his phone off? His ears could pick up a womanly snarl, but Westley could not make out what she was saying, the voice making shivers run down his spine in any case. Not in fear, but in anticipation, of getting a good fight in, of killing another scumbag who doesn’t deserve to be on this planet. When thinking about successful kills, he believed that his biggest achievement was finally killing the bastards that had killed his family. It had been with Alix that he did it, as painful of a thought as that was, but whenever he thought about his fingers breaking the skin of the immortal, ripping out its heart and leaving it to burn, the satisfaction of the blood running down and between his fingers was nothing short of perfection. But all of a sudden she was closer to where he was, and he swallowed. Brave hunter, hiding in the dark. Of course, she would have heard the vibrations of the damn phone. Fucking Mark. Damn him.
Wes braced himself, running a hand through his hair, the voice made his skin crawl, and he knew that she was a person that would need to die, no matter what. Sometimes Wes didn’t go after the good guys, leaving himself for mostly the bad guys, and this bitch seemed to be bad. No matter, now she knew he was there, all that was left to do was show himself, which Wes did. Straightening up, his long limbs took sure and confident strides from the dark, his head up a little bit, as if in arrogance, but his eyes were instantly taking in everything about his surroundings. The people in the cages, the woman before him. As expected from most supernaturals, she was very beautiful. But her beauty was stone cold, like a perfectly crafted sculpture. “I assure you, the word fear is not in my vocabulary when looking at you, miss.” His words were almost sweet, the low rumble of his voice was almost amused, and he kept his heart rate down. Willing himself not to fear, because a fast heart rate would make him an easier target, and he now had to think of a plan B.
There was a smile on his face, it reached his eyes, making him look more handsome as he ran one tattooed hand through his thick brown hair, taking a few steps closer. He had no weapons in his hand, but there was obviously some on his person, he never went on a hunt with no weapons, it was not something he would even consider. “Quite the filthy place you got here, I say, why not find a better day job?” He taunted her a little, a smirk on his sharp features, and a small spark in his blue eyes. When he was confronting an enemy, he always took on this playful stance, as if anything he said to them was easy going banter, or flirting, or whatever to put his own self at ease. It either amused the supernaturals or made them angry. He wasn’t sure what this vampire would take from this. “You don’t know me, but I know you, you’re quite famous in the hunter world, you know that? It’s a surprise one of us hasn’t gotten to you yet.” Another smile, he licked his dry lips to wet them, and carefully regarded the woman, keeping their gazes together easily.
However, his mind was whirling at a million miles per hour. He could already imagine himself tearing into her skin, taking her life with a wooden stake, to the stomach first, making her hurt, before sticking the same bloody wood into her heart. Since Alix, he liked to make the supernaturals suffer. He thought maybe because he had let himself trust a fallen angel, even love a fallen angel, and she only ended up betraying him, so he would take his anger and wrath on other beings. Killing them in the most cruel and torturous ways that he could think of, because they were all the same. Even the ones he thought that were good, they all turned out to be monsters in the end, abominations, and that made him angry. The anger helped him survive through a lot, and Westley knew that today would most likely be no different, because the anger ached in his bones. He ached to fight, and he knew that this fight would be worth all his effort. Or well, he hoped it would. He hoped she wouldn’t make this easy, because he needed it.
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Post by RYANNA EVANGELINE COLISTE on Oct 21, 2012 6:48:35 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] tell me what you find if you read my mind the good old days, the honest man, the restless heart, the promised land, a subtle kiss that no one sees, a broken wrist and a big trapeze. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Some humans, they just were so stupid. Thinking about their stupidity just made Ryanna chuckle without remorse. Honestly, if they came into her den, well, it was their own choice. Their own responsibility. And yes, then she was going to kill them, because no human was allowed to leave this place alive. none, unless they were slaves that were bought. After all business is business and money is money. She wasn't too blinded or too angry and revengeful to let that get into the way of her business. Which was why it blossomed the way it did. There were enough dark supernaturals highly interested in this idea. For sometimes you just did not want to go out and hunt people down. And this was easier and safer for the lazy and/or inexperianced, 'weak' supernatural. In fact, she was doing them a favour, and well the humans.. No one gave a fuck about them anyways. They would die anyways.
The hunter stepped out of the darkness and Ryanna's eyes did not let go of his intense gaze. His whole demeanour, his whole being was just.. intense. It fascinated her and eventhough he was still a filthy human, she guessed she might have a worthy opponent for once. That would be a pleasant change. Always fighting wusses was not good for you ego (apparantely the hunters thought she was weak or whatever, because she was a girl) and it got old so fast. Knocking people down and make them take their last breath with one blow just is not as satisfying as a good fight could be. The woman still didn't believe she would die this day, or that there was any chance that he'd win, but well. Suprises make the game more fun. "They I guess you're even more stupid than I though, huh. Never underestimate the enemy." She said in a low murmur, her lips forming into a challenging grin. Normally it was rather easy to seduce the hunters in such a way that they were distracted and that was fatal. Her beauty usually struck them rather harshly and that was a stupid mistake. It just made Ry snort a little. But it didn't seem as if this one was going to let himself be fooled.
As he smiled, all Ryanna did was curve an eyebrow at him. She hadn't seen a lot of guys smiling when they were looking in the eye of death, only if they were suicidal, but this guy actually seemed fearless. What a moron, the dark-eyed beauty thought, though she was actually really fascinated in how well he was taking this. He had been hiding out, probably waiting to strike her in the back, and then one of his buds had given him away. And now he was stretching time to formulate a plan, she could almost hear his brains run, and she let him. It wasn't gonna help him anyways. "Well, I am actually pretty satisfied with how things go here. The people here reap what they sow." Ryanna retorted, crossing her arms over her chest, her bloodred nails ticking on her pale arms. Observing his reaction, which would probably not be a good one, she watching him with a face that was as unimpressed as it was fascinated. She did not know what it was, but talking to him actually was fun in a way, if she forgot he was still a filthy hunter, even more despicable than normal humans though they could some way be more admired than normal humans because they actually fought back instead of falling on their knees for mercy, but nevertheless a filthy human. "Now, that just ain't fair. You know me, though I doubt you truly know my identity, because I'm not stupid, but I don't know yours." She said, planting a hand on her well-curved hip. Normally all these movements alone and the soft, slithering tone of her voice were enough to seduce men and make them fall on their knees for her. But not this guy, no, he was different.
It was nearly as if they were flirting with each other, chattering at the bar with a drink and deciding whether the other was worth it to take home tonight. Honestly, it was highly amusing Ryanna, since she knew it was not gonna help his case by treating her that way. She was no longer vulnerable to flattery and flirting. She went along it, but striked just as hard as when you just cut to the chase. But the approach was different, normally. Most hunters hid away in the dark, like he had, but had nearly fainted as she had suddenly stood behind them, tapping their shoulder. She liked taunting a bit with her victims before striking. To toss them around a bit, bully them. One hunter actually wettened his pants, that was a nice one. With this 'brave one' she was also gonna have loads and loads of fun. "Well, I can't say that no one has ever tried. Many hunters have, it just never was challenging enough. Do you know how stupid it is, to be expecting a good fight and then they just wished they had ran away screaming? I believe one of your.. what are they? friends, collegues? Actually took a piss in his pants. Those things make my day." Ryanna said, the words slowly crossing her lips as they formed into a devious smirk. This hunter was standing eye in eye with a source of all evil, a woman who swallowed every good thing that came on her path and turned it into darkness. He better soon realize that. She took one step closer to him, but not close enough to make it easy for him to actually grab that stake he had somewhere and stab her already. C'mon, she was more than 2000 years old, she was not stupid. "I hope you have brought something more interesting than the twig most hunters come and attack me with. It usually already snaps by me looking at it." The vampire said, her voice taunting and challenging, her whole demenaour unimpressed. She was just waiting for him to strike and then she'd kick his ass. It was as simple as that.
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Post by westley on Nov 1, 2012 21:28:08 GMT
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love Westley’s eyebrows quirked as she regarded him, hearing him out, and her response made him chuckle darkly. Never underestimate your enemy. Wes’s blue eyes held a spark of amusement in them, he was sure that the vampire would be able to see that. He brought his hand up to his chin, running it contemplatively. “Aren’t you doing the exact same thing, sweetheart?” Wes’s voice was kind of soft, not flirtatious, just easy going banter; it made him feel more at ease. “I have a feeling you’re assuming an easy kill here, quite hypocritical, no?” He pursed his lips, keeping his stance strong, not wavering, no fear in his face, because she was just another vampire. She was a vampire, and he was a hunter, and one of them would end up dead that night. That was the nature of their species, the food chain, and Westley refused to be the one going to hell that night.
It was no lie at how attractive the woman before him was. Dark hair, beautiful eyes, luscious curves. But Westley was not going to be one hunter to fall for this. He already had once, and he learned from his mistakes. He had allowed a supernatural in, a fallen angel, had even loved her. But she had turned out to be no better than all the other scum on this earth. She had been beautiful too, there was no doubt, but maybe this was better, now he would not be swayed by charm or beauty. Because of Alix he was a better hunter, and he was quite glad for it. As much as he hated to admit it, his heart had been broken, but then again, it only made him stronger, and more focused on the job. But more than anything, it just proved that even the ‘nicest’ supernaturals could not be spared. However, he knew Ryanna Coliste to not even pretend to be nice, so he wouldn’t even humour her in this face. She didn’t deserve it.
Satisfied with how things go? That made a disappointed kind of huff escape his lips, his blue eyes unwavering as he held her gaze. He made sure there was no fear in his eyes. Oh no, he did not underestimate her, but then again, he would have the upper hand if she underestimated him. “Oh, and pray tell me the crimes of these humans?” He took a few steps forward, his long, lean legs, sure of himself, as his arms wavered in the general direction of where he could hear the murmur of voices, the smell of something rancid that if he were not a hunter would have made him sick, but now it was merely a discomfort. “I am sure even you, with your enhanced senses, would not appreciate the smell?” He pointed out, he was sure she would not appreciate him dissing what she had here, but at this moment in time, Westley had nothing to lose.
Her voice was smooth, yet it did nothing to him, except make his skin crawl. All the while, his eyes were not darting about, but they were noticing. Locks, doors, windows. He took it all in, and Wes shook his head as she said that it wasn’t fair. “Ryanna as a name really suits you, pretty name for a beautiful woman, naturally, but I am not here to pay you compliments love.” He told her, a sadistic little smile quirking at the corners of his mouth. “I’d rather you remember the name of the man who will be the end of you. But not yet.” He shook his head, implying that he would not strike yet. There was no point, he was completely out in the open, he needed to get the upper hand somehow or he would have little chance to win this.
Wes breathed in a deep sigh, shaking his head in disappointment of his peers who had failed to kill this vampire, yet lost their own lives. “Too bad for them. They didn’t have the same focus as I do.” He shrugged, his wide shoulders casual, and he met her eyes as often as he could. “Of course, I have my reasons for that.” He wasn’t about to elaborate, the less she knew about him, the better. He didn’t trust her as far as he could throw her. He was strong for a human, but there was only so much even Wes could do. That’s why he needed some kind of edge. He was still working on a plan, unless she attacked him first. However, she did not expect that hard face to come out with so many words, talk in such long sentences; it was almost funny listening to her boasting. Oh how Westley hated when they boasted, because they thought they were so superior. But he knew better of course.
However, her next words made Westley genuinely laugh. He tossed his head back, revealing an expanse of white throat as the booming sound filled the air. He would have looked relaxed and beautiful if it were not for the situation in which they were in. “You, my dear, are priceless.” He told her, a toothy, almost scary looking smile on his face, just because he was so thin and looked almost skeletal. He took a step closer, just as she had, his hands were empty, so she would see that he wasn’t going to strike just yet. He was close enough to touch her, his eyes flashing between her lips and her eyes, as if he were to kiss her, but Wes would rather kiss a dog than kiss a fanged whore. “Try me, if you’d like to see what tricks I am carrying up my sleeve Ryanna, I promise you won’t regret it.” Oh hell if he wasn’t going to put up a fight.
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Post by RYANNA EVANGELINE COLISTE on Nov 4, 2012 11:26:03 GMT
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There was a momentarily silence in which Ryanna took her time observing the opponent in front of her thoroughly. She had to admit, he was quite a handsome fellow, though he was a little bit lanky and skinny, but he had something. Not that a girl like her would ever be attracted to anyone like him, hell she'd rather marry a pig or a guardian angel even, but he did have that thing. She believed a lot of girls actually liked him, fancied him, but he was too cold and distant to like them back. Or he was hurt in a severe way, most probably by a supernatural, which is why he was this way. Ryanna always liked analyzing her opponents, because that way she could find their weaknesses. Ofcourse they were always assumptions, because she was not a psychic and never knew these things for sure. But this hunter just had that 'I'm so tough and no one can get me to love her' or him, maybe even, whatever, and thus she realized that his heart might have been really broken badly by some chick or dude. It made her chuckle a little, realizing that. Naturally, the woman did not feel any pity for him, or remorse for her little outburst of fit of chuckles.
"The crime of these humans?" She said in a sneer, her voice becoming stone-cold and vicious as her hatred for humans came to surface. "Humans ruined my life, so I felt the obligation to show them exactly how that felt." The words were pronounced shortly, all the flair and charm cut out of them. It was very clear that if the hunter would start mocking her or angering her with this, she'd rip open his throat. And she'd do it ohso slowly and painfully, and if he angered her like that, he would have no chance at all of survival. That was everything her short phrases said. Even the prisoners in the cell shruddered under that tone. "You get used to the smell. Plus, it's the smell of justice. I happen to love that smell." Ry said, the slyness slithering back into her voice as she had recovered herself again. The egyptian was very tempered, and had sudden outbursts of rage ever occassion. It hadn't changed anything about her position in this banter, she knew that. And even if it had, this dude was just stupid. She could still kill him in a matter of seconds.
She was pleasantly surprised when he said her real name, however did not show she was slightly impressed. The kid had done his homework, what a surprise. She saw his eyes flitting around to scan the area, the rooms that Ry knew by hard, could even draw with her eyes closed. She really spent a lot of time here, enjoying the misery of these humans. It was the best feeling in the world. She imagined how one day she'd have Westley Taylor sit here, sit here and starve to death, being tortured by no one but her, until she finally killed him, after the point where he would have pleaded her to do so, to stop this pain and torture and just finish him off. Oh, she was looking forward to that day. "Well, I am dieing to know your name, babe. Why don't you just give it to me already, so I know where to send your corpse to. I don't want it to rot away here in my dungeons." Ryanna said, a mocking smile on her lips as she so intellectually placed a decent pun in her words. Ofcourse she was not gonna die tonight, she still did not believe it.
She listened to his next words, his talking down about his fellow hunters. The woman agreed with him though, they were pretty useless. Some people should not be hunters, because they were not hardcore enough. This one however, she was sure he belonged to the core. The core where her biggest enemy belonged to as well. One day, one day she'd find him and he would regret that day. Oh, if Ry only knew how close she was to the man she hated the most. There was no way she would've been behaving this way to him if she had known this in the beginning. She would not have given him a chance, just ripped his heart out of his chest the moment she had noticed his presence in her building. Because he did not have the right to come here, after killing the man who was responsible for it's glory days. Ofcourse it was back on track blossoming under Ryanna's lead, but Anthony, Anthony had had the real keen eye for business, even more than Ry had. Her brother Ronan had no eye for business at all, he was too much blinded by his hatred and prejudices, unlike Ry and Anthony. No, they had been a golden pair, he had had her heart and the vampire had never been as happy as then. Engaged, pregnant, more money than they could ever spent. Until it was all torn away from her. Anthony killed, her baby miscarried by this stupid attack from a hunter, business swept away. Though that one aspect of her happiness was back in business, she would never get the other two aspects back. Which was why she hated humand and above all Westley Taylor as much as she did. They had destroyed her, her heart, her feelings and at last; her happiness.
He laughed with her. A geniune laugh, that made Ry curve an eyebrow. Was this guy on drugs or something? Judging on his appearance it was totally possible. Legit, even. But no, she knew he wasn't. Junkies did not have so much control over their behaviour, their thoughts. No, if this hunter had been a junkie, he would've already been that by now. "I try." The woman said with a cheeky shrug, pretending to be the innocent little school girl they both knew she wasn't. But hey, since they were mocking herself. He stepped closer to her, empty handed, and once again the woman wondered if he was losing his mind already. If he was an insane madmen, or a suicidal person. His dare however, brought that devious smile right back upon her lips. She tilted her head and leaned him, until her bloodred lips touched his ear. "Then what are you still waiting for?" The woman whispered, before stepping back again, her hands planted firmly on her hips. It was about to begin, and Ry was ready for it.
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Post by westley on Nov 23, 2012 14:07:50 GMT
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love The animated way in which the woman was acting only made the smile on Wes’s face brighter, because just as she probably thought that he was a pathetic human; he thought she was a lowlife, scum of a vampire, therefore they were even already. His disgust in her could not go any deeper than it already is; the reason for his hate of supernatural’s embodied in people like her. Westley snorted at her question. ‘What do you think of me?’ She must at least realise that his words about her would be less than pleasant, but none the less, he gave her a sweet smile and tilted his head. “Oh sweetheart, you don’t want me to answer that, might hurt your petty little feelings.” He assured her, with a slight nod of his head, his face getting a more malicious look to it. He liked the banter, it gave him time, but he also wanted to see how much words riled up a woman like her. Especially since he got caught, he needed something to prove that he was not just some weak hunter who couldn’t take care of himself. Finished him off by now. Now that was a sentiment which made Wes laugh. “I’d love to see you try ... but I really wasn’t expecting someone I’m about to kill to be dishing out compliments, it’s kind of a turn off.” He smirked and shrugged, as if that’s the way it was and there was nothing he could do about it.
Wes was momentarily confused by the random bout of laughter that the vampire experienced, his eyes never straying away from her, his hands by his sides and not even inching to any weapons; he didn’t need them, not yet anyway. However, Westley knew that he hit the head on the nail when he asked what the crime was that these humans committed to deserve this. He could sense the hate filling the room, and somehow getting her angry was making him feel a whole lot better. So, this was a ploy of revenge ... he guessed their situations were not so different. He killed because a bunch of supernaturals had murdered his whole family, and so was she. But humans were oblivious, there was no way they could protect themselves, and that was the difference between what he was doing and what she was doing. He showed no fear, none visible anyway, but he wasn’t stupid, he knew one wrong move and he’d be dead. “A bunch of humans who ruined your life aren’t responsible of putting your wrath onto innocent civilians. These ones here haven’t done anything personally to you.” Wes’s voice was barely above a murmur, it wasn’t pleading or begging for her to stop what she was doing, he would end that by killing her, but he wanted her to feel remorse for her actions, to feel sorry, because to Wes, these human lives mattered.
It seemed that her rage was back to being sleazy, because that is how he saw her. Sleazy. He believed that she would be one of those women to use sex to get what she wants, seduce men because they were attractive and then take whatever. Well, Wes had learnt himself that that was pointless, and he was glad that he could be immune to looks, it didn’t interfere with the job. Her sneer brought another smirk to his lips, making his face look more sinister, because of his bony cheeks and overall thinness. She wanted to know his name, he had no reason to lie, she wouldn’t be leaving tonight. He licked his lips, raising his hands to inspect them easily, before his bright blue eyes were back on hers. “How about I let you guess?” Wes really wasn’t aware that she was after his head, he had killed so many that he wouldn’t remember someone he had killed long ago, and there are a lot of supernatural who want revenge on him for killing someone they cared about; because they were all monsters, and it seemed like monsters stick together. “I assure you, there will be no more rotting in these dungeons. Someone will start to notice the smell soon enough.” His fingers were in his hair, moving messy strands off his forehead, he kept his stance, but he knew that there would be a fight soon enough. He hoped so anyway.
Their stances were dangerously close, and she was daring him as much as he was daring her. It would have been better for her to make the first move, but he was not going to say that. When she moved away, he only grinned a little, a smug look on his face just to tease her, but then he licked his lips. “You really want to know my name princess?” He asked mockingly, there was a malicious sneer in his voice, one that was usually quite impressive, the hatred in his voice clear. “No harm in knowing the name of the guy who’s gonna gut you, and I swear on my heart that that isn’t an empty threat.” He said dirtily, already imagining the feel of her heart in his fingers, because he was not going to leave her dead heart in that body. Rip the heart out, cut the head off, burn. That way, there was no way they were gonna come back from the dead. Yeah, Westley’s had a lot of practice. He opened his mouth to speak, his words loud and clear, his hands itching to grab onto something, but he knew there wasn’t anything. “Westley ... Taylor.” He enunciated every letter, every vowel, every syllable, hoping to burn it into her mind. Now, now he was ready, he had some kind of a plan, thanks to her actually enjoying chit chat, but he wasn’t going to give anything away.
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Post by RYANNA EVANGELINE COLISTE on Nov 28, 2012 10:55:04 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] tell me what you find if you read my mind the good old days, the honest man, the restless heart, the promised land, a subtle kiss that no one sees, a broken wrist and a big trapeze. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was getting insane, the way they were acting to each other. They were nearly speaking as if they were friends, lovers, who were enjoying a teasing banter, instead of two people who were about to jump at each other and try to murder the other. Because Ryanna was making herself no illusions about that; one of them was going to die tonight and it was not gonna be her. But if the odds turned against her (though she doubted it, it ws something she had to keep in mind), well Ryanna would be totally contented with that too. The idea of being beat by a lanky and scrawny hunter like this dude would be a bit of a bust to her ego, but then again, she shouldn't underestimate him. She didn't underestimate him. This hunter was different than all the hunters she had experienced so far and the vampire was curious. Curious what he'd bring to the table when it came to fighting. When he mentioned her feelings, the woman couldn't help but blurt out another mocking laugh. 'Feelings, me? C'mon now, don't insult me. Feelings are for lower life forms." The woman said, her sneer echoing through the building. She saw some of the slaves cringe from the corner of her eyes. At yet another totally wrong comment about her dishing out compliments to him, the dark-eyed beauty just shook her head, as if she was amused while in fact she was just mocking him. Like feelings, compliments were not her thing. She did not compliment people, so a compliment from Ryanna meant you were a complete and total bad ass. And no, that wasn't how she felt about this hunter. "Don't flatter yourself, babe." The woman hissed slowly, brushing a hand through her jetblack hair.
At the same time the vampire was annoyed with how she had shown her true face to him in some way. Most people would just be scared to death if she fell out to them like that, revealing the true rage and anger that was hidden inside her, but this hunter would just see her motives and find a way to use it against her. Well fuck. It was just that given her history, humans made her feel so enraged and thinking about her past (where she did not want to go back to) made her feel so hurt and when the slave market owner hurt, she would turn it into anger. Into malice and viciousness. It brought the most inner core of her evil, dark mind to the surface and the woman hadn't wanted to give her opponent that pleasure. After all, she hadn't seen his true soul either, now had she? "Well, they say preventing is better than curing." Ryanna continued, waving aimlessly with her hand at the filthy, starving humans in the cages behind the bars. Oh the woman did not give a fuck about their lives, but she enjoyed their pain, because all their pain together still hadn't made up for the pains and the loss she had been experiancing. Not that she'd tell this hunter that, or that she'd ever even admit it to herself. She was just that evil. The humans lives didn't matter to her at all. They were liars and cheaters and they hurt people and they were judgemental. They were the bad guys, not the supernaturals. And that they had gained themselves more powerful enemies than they were themselves, was all to blame on them own, but their inquisitions and trying to kill off all supernatural beings out of their fear, while in the beginnings supernaturals meant no harm. Ryanna knew, she had been one of those as well, a long long time ago.
But Ryanna Coliste was not to be messed with. Not only was she as malicious and mean and vicious as an evil creature could be, being a vampire came with enhanced strenght and speed, and senses. The way the hunter was commenting on the smell just made her eyes roll. "As if humans could ever smell decent enough or be brave enough to get anywhere near these contraries." The woman said, snorting lightly. She wasn't about to be nice to him. He could think of her whatever she wanted, but Ryanna never used sex to get what she wanted. Sure, the vampire could pretend like that for a while, but in the end it was always her power who smashed them. And it wasn't for nothing. Ryanna was an experianced fighter, material arts, she had even done kickboxing and regular boxing for a while, so she knew where to hit people. She knew which muscles to even just lightly 'tap' to completely disfunction the body, paralize it. But she wasn't gonna use that trick on her enemy. Not in the beginning anyways. It was gonna be the trick up her sleeve that was a mystery, that he wasn't gonna be expecting. Oh he was gonna hurt so much, he couldn't even imagine just yet.
They were oh so close and Ryanna wasn't moving an inch. She was half expecting he was gonna strike, but then again, he would be or really stupid or a complete hothead if he did that and he did not strike her as either. So they were just standing there, daring each other to make the first move. Ryanna wasn't about to strike first, but she didn't know yet that the hunter's identity was gonna provoke her enough to do so, even if it was a stupid move. Not that she really was worried about losing. The vampire's body was a lethal weapon and she didn't even use weapons. Weapons were for people who were scared or couldn't fight. And Ryanna was neither. She had been around for so long, travelled to so many places, that she had seen the origins of all fighting sports. And they had fascinated her and she had wanted to learn more about them. And she had. "Hold on to that thought, darling. You're gonna need it." The woman sneered back as he was taunting her once again. Oh all that confidence, it wasn't good for anything. But when he said his name to her, and the way he did it, made her realize that he had no idea who he was facing and that all his words had been empty. He had no idea what he had done to her and how badly she wanted to kill him, or he wouldn't have been here. Well, not alone at least. Ryanna looked at him, her dark eyes piercing his, not reacting to his name, standing there silent like a statue. Until suddenly her fist shot out for a very well aimed collision with his face.
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Post by westley on Dec 26, 2012 0:44:56 GMT
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love Westley's honest opinion of this woman was that she was pretty much pathetic right now. The way that she viewed herself so superior to everyone else, the fact that she thought she was some kind of goddess and thought him to be just a mere mortal. The hiss that echoed through the room made Westley bark a laugh. "Seriously? Lower fucking life forms?" He looked just so amused, like what is this woman even? "Sweetheart, anger like this; the fact that you're angry at the human race shows that you're right there with those life forms." His voice darkened a little and he tilted his head a bit. "Anger is a feeling too, or did you not consider that?" Wes knew he was right, and he knew he should not be pulling on the lion's whiskers, but supernaturals like that infuriated him, and well, that was all he needed to take a stand against them. To say what he felt and thought, because right now Wes was high on adrenaline, reckless and stupid. It was not the fact that he was underestimating her, it was more so that she was making him angry, and he was disgusted by her very essence.
"Well, they say preventing is better than curing."
Wes actually sneered at that, because, he agreed. Licking his lips, he put his hands in his jeans pockets as he gave her the darkest look he could muster. "Oh yes, I completely agree, Ryanna." He nodded, taking a few steps to the side and looking around. "Which is why I made it my job to kill low life scum bags like you. A life for all the human lives you're taking away here, doesn't sound too bad, does it?" He asked her, his blue eyes dark but with a wicked glint, because Westley could be evil too, especially when he was in a mood such as this. "But I'm more of a 'kill the fuckers that actually do fucking harm' kinda guy, and I mean .. you can see why you're at the top of my list, no?" He spoked easily, almost like a banter with a friend. He didn't care that he was talking a lot, he needed to get these things out. "You should feel flattered that the top position is yours." He smirked.
The woman was taunting him, he could feel it, but Westley did not want to rise to the bait. He knew that she was evil, malicious, not someone to be messed with, but he was here to kill her, and that is what he is going to do. He remembered the time when Alix had put him into a mental institution for killing one of her friends. He had felt mad, at her, at life, and he didn't know why the hell he had forgiven her. Probably because she swore she was sorry for her actions, but Westley had been a fool. It just proved that all supernaturals were evil, even those who seemed nice. But in context, Ryanna did not hide any of that darkness or evil, and Westley was glad not to have to distinguish between the two.
However, there was a moment where everything seemed to be in slow motion. The moment when he spoke his name so clearly, it was cutting through the air like a knife. Time stood still, and honestly, Wes was not expecting the sudden punch, her vampire powers fast enough that he moved a tiny bit, and he fist collided to his cheek rather than his nose. He growled, grabbing her by the wrist and moving stealthily to hold it in a tight grip behind her, as he pulled out his knife, expecting a few blows before he got the knife anywhere near her. He really hoped that she did not consider him weak just because he was human. He could feel a cut on his cheek bone, a small trail of blood marring his pale skin, but he didn't really feel it, he was high on adrenaline, and he was ready to kill. The sad part was, that he was probably underestimating Ryanna a little bit.
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Post by RYANNA EVANGELINE COLISTE on Jan 19, 2013 18:18:21 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] tell me what you find if you read my mind the good old days, the honest man, the restless heart, the promised land, a subtle kiss that no one sees, a broken wrist and a big trapeze. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - When it came to terms of what they thought of each other, Westley and Ryanna were quite at the same page. He thought she was pathetic, as much as she thought he was, pretending to be oh so righteous, playing the 'hero' against something much more powerful than he was. She could snap his neck like a twig without very much force, ofcourse if he didn't resist. It was easy, it would not be the first time that the vampire did anything like that, and she would not feel guilty about it in any sort of way. To Ryanna anger was not an emotion. Anger was a force that you could bend and turn to use as a power of your advantage. It wasn't like sadness, tears and heartbreak, or even joy and happiness, all these useless emotions that made you nothing but weak and ignorant. And Ry was none of these things. No matter what happened to her, whether it was good or bad, you would never see the vampire with any other facial expression than indifferent or seductive. Sure, she had a certain way of mocking people, but real, sheer joy or heartbreaking grief? No, she had left that behind when Anthony died, when she miscarried his child and knew that she'd be alone forever. Sure, there were nights when Gideon would be with her and soothe her constant feeling of loneliness that she tried so hard to supress, but never would she admit to herself that she actually felt that way. "Anger is not a 'feeling'. Anger is a force." Ryanna said in a mocking tone, far from impressed by this pesky hunter who was as arrogant as one could be, even though he probably thought the same of her.
She watched as he stepped closer to her, hardly impressed. There was nothing he could do to make the ancient woman feel fear for him, after all, he was just a human. A human with a stake, but nevertheless, a human. He could not match up with her in strenght nor speed, and the way she was seeing it, neither in brain capacity. Ry watched, actually felt the pulse of his heart quicken, indicating that she was infuriating him and she actually pretty much enjoyed that idea. After all, angry people made reckless moves, and reckless moves was just what would make her win this battle. Not that she was worried in any way that she wouldn't. "Low life scumbags? Oh please. When I was born, we atleast knew what civilization was. The low life scum bags here, are humans." She hissed, stepping closer, so close that she could nearly touch him, poking up the heat that was burning inside of him. A furious hunter was a happy Ryanna. What anger and temper could not do in her favor, it was stunning. She was stunning. "But you're right. My life does mean more than a thousand of these pathetic human lives do." The woman continued, stepping back a little, gliding with her hands along the bars of the cells where she kept her slaves in. The humans scurried away, pushing their backs against the wall to stay as far away from their owner as possible, scared out of their wits. "I am the ruler here, hunter. In this place, I am God. So, no, I am not surprised, nor flattered with the priority on your hitlist. After 50-something assaults nothing surprises you anymore." The woman continued, studying her nails casually.
It was how she felt. Sure she felt the tension in the air, the determination of this guy to bring her down, but she was not afraid in any way. The more Ryanna observed this hunter, the more she realized that she could take this one. And though it would not be the most easy fight, she'd give him that, and if the odds were not in her favor there would still be a chance that she'd lose, but on the whole, no. The vampire did not see herself losing, the 2062 year old vs. the 20-something year old, nopes, she wasn't really worried. Until ofcourse her temper got the better of her as she realized that she was standing opposing Westley Taylor. The guy who had destroyed Ry, had destroyed every piece of her happiness, of her heart. She wasn't satisfied with how her fist hit his cheek, and not his nose, but what could you do. She got caught up in the fight, The blood on his cheek distracted her for just a second, allowing him to grasp her arm, but all that did was make Ry smile a little in a mocking way, as her heel shot up, aimed at his ribcase. Her other first shot into his stomach again, as she noticed the knife in his hand. The woman knew how to disable the wrist and it took only one small tap against a specific point on the wrist bone to paralyze the entire hand. Ryanna kicked the knife away with a casual sweep. "Now, no cheating, Taylor, you'll be punished for cheating..." The woman hissed in his ear, before planting her fist in his stomach again.
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Post by westley on Feb 6, 2013 12:17:40 GMT
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love Force. Westley knew a few things about that, and as surprising as it was, her words rung true. His mind flickered back to the sheer raw power he had exuded when he killed the bitches that killed his family, he was a force. And that was all and well, but if there was no passion behind the anger, then what force could he possibly use? If he didn’t have feeling of bitterness, and hatred and revenge, why would he be so angry? That was his point; there was not one without the other. He let out a soft sigh and shook his head at the woman. For someone who has been around so long, Westley thought her to be ignorant. “No, no, you think you don’t feel anything, but there is no anger ... or ‘force’ as you put it without background feelings. Come now, I thought you were smarter.” He gave her a look as if to say that he was disappointed in himself that he had even given her so much credit. His tone was light but almost mocking.
Wes knew what Ryanna was thinking. That he wasn’t fear inducing just because he was human. He could see the wheels in her mind turning and mocking him, because after all, wasn’t she with the strength? That might have been the case, but she also needed to think about the fact that she wouldn’t be the first old vampire he’d killed. Therefore, he was successful in taking on people like her, and yet, she still seemed to doubt him. He was just a puny human, but Wes did have that driving force, he had betrayal that made his skin tingle with the idea of killing another scum of the earth. And that is what got him through these kills, a determination to come out on top, and not merely self-defence. Wes could also see what she was doing; he could tell that she wanted to make him all kinds of angry by stepping closer. He didn’t flinch when she was close, but he breathed just the smallest bit harder.
“When you were born, you were nothing; a woman in a man’s world, to be used and abused. So be happy that today’s civilisation even exists.” He spat at her, his eyes peering at her face because she was just so close, but he knew he had to be careful, that he had to bide his time. Westley didn’t understand what she had against all humans, which was terribly hypocritical of him because he’d kill a supernatural without a second thought. Right now, he genuinely believed that after Alix, not even the nice ones could be trusted. It was broken, but he didn’t care because he was a part of the human society. He killed those who killed others, he provided justice, and that is what he wants really. Justice. And by killing Ryanna, he wouldn’t avenge the deaths of those she’d hurt, but at least he’d stop her killing any others.
He watched as she stepped away, not fazed by her beautiful face, and because he knew that that was only skin deep, and thankfully, Wes was not so shallow. “Does it make you feel good?” He asked, moving one of his bony hands to run down his own face as he eyed her in speculation. “Knowing that you have all these powers, and kill those who can’t even defend themselves?” He asked, because the thing about being human is that vampires could break bones like twigs. It was not fair, and it certainly didn’t prove that there was any power in any of the logic. His steely blue eyes regarded her. “Must make you feel so powerful, to get your claws into flesh that can’t fight back. At least if you’re gonna kill, you should work for it.” He told her, but really, she wouldn’t be doing any more killing after tonight, Westley would make sure of it.
Whenever he was fighting supernaturals, he didn’t care if they were men or women. That rule didn’t apply when it came to justice. He could feel the skin on his cheek split, and blood cascade down it. He’d had enough injuries to his face to leave marks, so he was not bothered what so ever. What he was bothered about though, was the fact that she could so easily grab his wrist, and he hissed at the pain, but other than that stood strong. The breath was literally punched out of his lungs as her heel met his ribs and he gasped in pain, before there was a fist colliding with his stomach. Fuck. He needed to think fast. His knife was out of his hand, and he moved to laugh at her. “Aw really? Gonna fight a defenceless man? Where’s the challenge?” His voice was much lower than before, if only because he could feel the bruised starting to come up on his body, and knew they’d be a bitch to treat later.
He doubled over at the next punch, but stood firmly on his feet. Westley refused to let this bitch use him as a punching bag. He was kind of tightly bound, but he collected all the blood that was in his mouth, before spitting the large wad of saliva streamed with blood right into her eyes, hoping to blind her momentarily so he could get out of her grip, and it was his turn to give out the punches. But he did that with weapons, because she might have taken his knife, but Westley knew better than that. Quickly bending down to retrieve the knife in his boot, he knew that the wooden tip of it would make her hurt. Wood made all vampires hurt, and he wouldn’t want it any differently. He didn’t even let her realise what was happening, before he moved to ram his shoulder into her stomach, much as she did with her first to his, but the only difference was that the knife went with him. He couldn’t get near the heart, but he could feel skin break under the knife. He was closer, but nowhere near close enough, because he was sure she wouldn’t let him that near again. Not if she could help it, but Wes himself would make sure to get any weapon of his into her heart. Or better yet, chop her head off.
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Post by RYANNA EVANGELINE COLISTE on Jun 9, 2013 18:06:15 GMT
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He was truly pathetic. Not only because he was a human, but also for what he thought he was. If any of them two could be accused of arrogance, it was him. Ryanna knew this was the guy who killed Anthony, and Anthony had been older than her and he had been her equal in strength, so maybe that was an indication that he could take her, but Westley too forgot one thing. Anthony had not been expected to be attacked and even if he did, it had just been one out of a dozen. But Ryanna had force too. This hunter had killed the only man she had ever truly loved, she had her desire for vengeance and her anger towards him, and it made her lethal. She had been waiting for this, she was ready for this. And as long as she could control herself and do not do anything impulsive, Ryanna would win this fight. She did not doubt it. And that was not arrogance, that was knowledge. Because like Westley, she had the determination, she had the hatred that made her skin crawl and her blood boil. And she had about 2000 years advantage on him. She had been there when the first martial arts disciplines came into existence, she had seen the gladiators and had single-handed defeated entire police squads when they had still been in large troops and armed, allowed to randomly kill people on the spot. She was far worse than he thought she was, and she lacked any form of compassion or actual care for anything but her own life, and more importantly, the revenge on her murdered fiancée.
His reply to what she said about the ancient world made her laugh even louder. "Clearly someone's been sleeping during their history classes. I was a high society girl in my days, sweetheart, under the rule of Queen Cleopatra. What you're talking about, were our slaves." The woman said, shaking her head at his ignorance. Sure, she had not been equal to men back then, that's true, but the old world was so much better than what they had present day. But ofcourse you wouldn't know that, if you had never been there. "We were a civilized society, the Greek and Romans likewise so, much more than you can say of the present-day society. And after my era ended, I made sure I was respected. And I succeeded practically everywhere. But I am not prone on giving you history lessons of course, general knowledge should have cured you from your ignorance." Ryanna continued, making a casual sway with her hand, as she clearly was mocking him. Because as much as now they looked down on the ancient times, Ryanna knew better than that. In this world manners and honor meant nothing to the world, alcohol was a matter to get drunk as fast as possible instead of a rare delicacy that had to be cherished, and greed was the thing that kept life going, even more than anything. Greed and lies, and maybe that had always been there in the old days too, maybe it was an eternal thing that never died, but right now it had increased from a moth to an elephant. But of course you did not know that if you had never seen it. And Westley Taylor had no ways of having seen the beauty of ancient Egypt, the country of the Nile with a queen who was called a Goddess for her beauty. And Ryanna and her egyptian complexion certainly matched the beauty that was once what her country had been famous for.
The more he talked, the more Ryanna realized how he thought he knew what made her tick, when in fact he knew nothing. How he tried to provoke her and clearly failed so badly, all she was, was amused. If he hadn't been the killer of Anthony, she had not hesitated and had snapped his neck right off the bat, but no. He had to pay for what he had done, and then the justice would make her be able to give everything a place, to let it go. But one thing was sure, Ryanna was not anything like he claimed she was. The vampire liked the hunt, to actually have to "work" for feeding, because it was the fun way. It was far bloodier and far more painful than just grabbing a slave from here. No, these were her goods to sell, and if she ate them herself, what would there be left to sell? "A farmer doesn't eat his own cows either, now does he? Neither do I eat my own goods. I like the hunt, hunter, just like you, the easy ones are the ones that bore me. I love to hear their screams, to make them run in panic and fear when they don't know what is after them and what they can do to stop it, their desperation when they realize they're gonna die and there's nothing they can do. Those are the best kills." The woman said, her voice stone-cold and malicious like it always was, but a menacing smile now graced her lips as she thought of those specific kills. Ryanna never chose the easy way out, that was not her style. If that was her style, Westley would've died by now. Though the more fun option would be to change him and watch him kill himself. But no, Ryanna wanted to kill him, to rip his heart out of his chest like she was merely tearing through plastic instead of skin. She wanted his heart in the palm of her hand, and then burn it, and chop off his head or- no. Maybe she should just tear him apart limb by limb. That would be fun.
But while she continued to contemplate on vicious ways to kill her opponent, soon it was time to strike. She'd improvise and see where it got her, since clearly the time to think was done. Ryanna had some sort of game plan, and if that failed she could fairly easy knock him out to protect her life by hitting the pressure point in his neck or on his head. With enough force she could even kill him that way, but where would be the fun in that right? No torture him she would, if she had the chance. Because he deserved it. Her punches rained down on him and there was nothing he could do. It was like stealing a lollipop from a baby to get that knife out of his hand, and he knew it had been easy for her, she saw his annoyance. At his words she laughed again, rewarding him with a nice punch against his ribs. "And here I was thinking you were such a bad ass, Westley. How you disappoint me." She hissed, her tone like air, like she was a snake. She felt like this was going far too easy. Far far too easy. And the moment she realized that, she had blood and saliva all over her face. Letting out a non-humane screech she stepped back a little, wiping the gore off her face and by then she realized her mistake as the next moment the hunter came ramming into her, and a burning pain shot through her body from where the knife stabbed her in the stomach. A wooden tip. Clever man he was, but certainly not clever enough. The vampire let out a growl in pain, but her hand swept out with a renewed, stronger force based on rage and pain, in which her fist knocked the knife out of his hand again, and a breaking sound followed, meaning she had probably broken one or more of his bones. Well then, she couldn't care less about that. The pain was stinging like a bitch, but Ry had control over her emotions and was fairly able to shut it off. After all, pain was mostly between your ears. The next moment her hand shot out to his throat, grabbing his neck firmly as she swiftly and effortlessly lifted him up, his back pressed against the wall. "Stupid, stupid hunter. I am atleast 2000 years older than you. I've seen many great wars, I've seen the gladiators, I've single-handedly defeated armies. What made you think you could actually kill me?" Ryanna said in a dangerous, low hiss, her grip on his throat tightening and tightening, as if she was going to choke him right on the spot, which had actually been the plan, a slow and painful death. But then she detected the many more knives he had stuffed everywhere, and she got a better idea. Ryanna Coliste was going to crucify her victim first. That would teach him. "This has been fun, Westley, I'll give you that. But now I'm done playing. And you.. you're dead."
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