The music made people's chest rattle, your heart vibrate. That can't be healthy. People danced, or rather jumped around like insane maniacs and called it dancing. The sweat, the smell of sex, bodies rubbing. One big orgy. And Kristjan was having nothing to do with it...yet. She sat alone at one of the small tables they artfully place around dance floor for those who don't wish to sit at the bar. Her table was tucked into a far corner where she sat with her back to the wall, where she watched.

She was dressed in a pair of blue jeans that fit nicely. Really nicely. They were of a dark blue denim that had a slight shine to the material and were worn over white sandles. Her shirt looks like a non-baggy version of a jersy, dark green, with the sleeves and the neck cut out of it. Her features are impossibly perfect but daunting, stunningbut unexplainably frightening. Her aubrun hair, which usually falls past her waist, is pilled up into a ponytail and hanging in the usual soft ringlets and loose curls.

Her eyes are set wide, sharp in the inner and outer corner in an inhuman way, tattooed markings encircling those dark eyes. They're intently watching the dancers, the drinkers, the singles and couples. Tonight she wants someone. It's never a very good thing when she wants someone. Especially not for those that she wants.

Vivienne was in a foul mood. Falling off of a scaffolding and through a sheet of dry wall had the affect on a person. She was full of that violent surging energy that comes to her lately from stretching the limits of her magic use. She was hoping to calm down. So here she was in Dark of all places. She looks out of place, she hadn't given a damn about looking out of place today. She wasn't here on business. So she wore nothing special just a pair of black baggy carpenter's jeans, work boots, and a plain black t-shirt. Her hair was of coarse braided. In spite of her fall earlier in the day there isn't a scratch on her.

She gave a broody stalk as she headed back towards the door. She'd made a circuit of the place and no Uriel. He wasn't answering his phone either. It could be anything. Viv had no reason to remain in the bar though, both bad smelling and full of people that it would only be tempting to victimize, and her heart just wasn't in that sort of thing lately.

She decided to make a circuit of the bar's outside. Perhaps she'd get lucky and find him outside taking a smoke break.

Kristjan knows when she's seen what she wants. This time, however, she hadn't seen but she'd felt. The angel stood slowly, rising to her feet as if pulled up by strings, such an effortless movement, so gracful and easy. She moved through the crowd like fluid, following that feeling as if it were bread crumbs placed on the ground that she was following.

Pushing through the dancefloor, disecting it in half, the crowd parting in front of her and falling back in place behind her, she emerged on the otherside and intersected what she was feeling, cutting off Vivienne's pathway to the doors.

Her eyes roaved over the crowd, dark as soot, until finally they rested on Vivienne and her lips settled into a straight line of pleassure. She blinked once, and then without one word, she began to advance on Vivienne with a feril smile and a steady, flawless walk. She tipped her head downward as if to a greeting, but there was nothing greet worthy in the guesture.

Not at all what Vivienne had anticipated when she came to Dark. Why is it she can never have this sort of thing happen when she's trying to cultivate it? She isn't stupid, she recognizes the look of a predator. Vivienne moved dismissively around her, oh she expected retaliation, but she refused to make this easy. Vivienne detests not at least maintaining some degree of control.

The odds of Vivienne being killed are so very slim it doesn't worry her. What worries her for once is the fact that if she laid in shallow grave regenerating for three days, after being mistaken for dead, she'd be missed by people.

Death was also out for the preditor as well, as angel blood is truely hard to kill off. She was moved around in a dismissive fashion and she paused, standing very still for a moment, without turning to watch the other. She simply stood there, feeling Vivienne's magic as she passed.

Finally, the angel turned and stepped passed Vivienne to push the door open and hold it with a slim, dangerous, tatooed hand. She held the door and her sooty eyes, encircled with dark markings and tatoos. Another feril smile, dark and secretive, as she followed the woman from the bar in silence. She didn't need this made easy for her.

Vivienne was irritated, imensly irritated. She wasn't in the mood for cat and mouse games. She could tell this was one though, and it was her turn to be the mouse. These things never happen when she wants them to. It is very frustrating.

She didn't even go through with her plan of circling the building. She didn't want to play. She coud find Uriel later. She made her way to the parking lot, headed for her truck. Still she doubted she'd make it, being as to how she was possitive she wasn't being stalked by a human. She was damned well going to play give and take since, she was being roped into this game. She stopped figthing the swell of magic and madness within her. There was no one she needed to keep safe from it right now. Insanity danced in her eyes, more golden than green tonight, golden like the edges of flames.

Kristjan followed.

And finally she just moved ahead of the woman when she was sure where the woman was going, and almost certin that the truck was her's. Kristjan moved ahead and leaned her butt back against the trucks bumper, crossed her arms beneath her breasts, and watched Vivienne.

"Your ass is nice, but not nice enough to follow all evening." Thus the reason she'd stopped following and gotten to the point. Her voice was like silk against silk, fur rubbing skin. It was soft and whispy. Something about it might send chills spreading over ones skin. It's a voice that inspires fear, lust, hate, need. It's seductive and puts people on the edge, makes them uneasy. Normal people. "Come here."

Vivienne isn't normal people, she's really got more in common with Frankenstien. She's highly vexed now. She isn't in control, but neither is the other, yet.

"Make me bitch." she blurts her voice taking on that other worldly and distant quality it gets when filled with her blood magic. Golden flames of madness dance and burnish in her eyes.

Kristjan stared at her with those black eyes. She'd expected this. From the moment the woman had simply walked around her she'd expected her to be hard and defient. She remained standing, her arms folded across her chest and leaning against the truck.

"I won't make you." Well, that certinly wasn't expected. "I won't make you because there is no need to." Because she knew that the power inside her pray was building and would eventually need some form of outlet. She could take her pray when she was distracted at letting out the coiled energy, or she could be the source of outlet.

"Won't be necessary, don't delude yourself. Do I look like a mark to you?" Vivienne asks.

This only serves to piss Viv off more, because there is truth to the statement, no matter how mch Viv denies it. The surges will eventually be too great to ignore. Viv however knows she still has a few hours, if she's careful, before that point. She'd really rather go home and have another bowl of razor blade cereal than all this. This smacks of unwanted complication, and she intends to make the other fight for what she wants. It's just Viv, at times she's contrary even to herself. She should want this, a mutually agreed upon Pain Festival.....but nope, it's not on her terms so in essence Viv's being a brat.

Do I look like a mark to you?

The angel's eyes dropped slowly down Vivienne's body, taking her in with painful slowness and then back up her body, crawling over every detail. Finally her dark gaze reached Vivienne's eyes again. This whole slow process was an assessment, and her slowness should tell the other woman that she was not going to like the answer.

"Yes." She replied with that silk voice. "An attractive and challengeing mark." She still hasn't moved from her position. And...maybe you've noticed this time....her lips haven't opened at all. The air around her seems to speak without her actually saying anything.

Whoop de doo, as Viv might say more cursed magic. That's her exact attitude towards it.

"Aw damn, maybe I can at least spoil the attraction for you." Viv sneers then she spits on her.

The angel watched the spit fly. Raised an eyebrow again, then reached up and flicked it from where it had landed wettly on her shoulder. She gave her hand a slight flick, which sent any reminant of the spit from her fingers. Other then this, the woman looked absolutly unphased by what the woman before her had just done.

"A nasty little fire ball aren't you. No matter. You've done your job. No longer do you look like a target. Now you simply look like a peice of meat to be devoured." And now she's once again moving slowly towards Vivienne.

Vivienne meat.....meat with teeth maybe.

"Sure bitch, make me suffer."Vivienne says in a sneering and condescending tone. She knows it's going to happen anyway, but she intends to remain a brat about this. She was always a brat when her father fed off her energy, perhpas on a subliminal level this woman reminds her of Mac. "And I hope you choke." She's filling with rage rather quickly, rage and even though she fights it anticipation.

Kristjan moved closer until she could breath on Vivienne, a sweet but utterly cold breath. She stopped then, her breasts nearly touching the other woman's, her face right in front of Viviennes and she reached up with a hand and touched Vivienne's cheek. She expected to be bite, or something similar.

"Do you like Pain?" Because she seems to be asking for it. The angel put a hand against Vivienne's stomach and pushed her backwards, stepping into it and bracing to slam them both against someones car door.

Funny usually that's Viv's line. Though she doesn't like it at all, it's simply necessary. She shoves back, struggling only to struggle. The dance has begun.

"You don't need to know what I like. You just need to fuck off." Goading, and abrasive, she's so filled with magic at this point coherant thought is very hard. Magical menace coils inside her and then the nosebleed comes. She gives the other woman another hard shove and is rewarded by being slammed into the side of a minivan.

She slammed the other into the minivan door and waisted no seconds pressing her own body flat against the other womans. Curves. That's all they were. A line of clean, pretty curves. The female body in general, was pretty, but the angels was perfect. Her hand ran down and slowly, fingers wrapped around one of the other's wrists.

"I need to know if I'm to give you what you like." Well, it seems Vivienne has no choice in the matter. At least she isn't going for a kill tonight. Those are slow and painful. And if you aren't immortal, eventually, Kristjan would find a way to kill you.

(Yes Viv can die it involves being dismantled ....oooo. )

"What I like? You've got to be shitting me.....Two weeks ago this would have been great , but you have some really fucked up timing. Just do what the fuck you gotta do for your kicks.....Fuckin A!" Viv says in a stream of blistering curse words.

Kristjan smirks then. Her other hand twisted around the woman's other wrist, squeezing tightly. A grip that should have belonged in a strong man's competition, not on a thin woman such as herself. She leaned closer and tilted her head to the side.

"Maybe it's your timing that's off." Because she couldn't possibly have bad timing. Kristjan has perfect timing, at least, in her oppinion. Her fingers continued to bear down until her nails began to dig into the woman's skin.

Viv have bad timing, that might explain her life......I'll skip the many examples.

"Great, just my friggin luck, it's my timing. If you insist on doing this, not here....Damn it, someplace else." she says she's ignoring what's happening to her wrist. She really didn't want this to happen outside the bar where Uriel worked, it could complicate things.

"Why?"

Why not here, she means. The angel pressed against her body, hard enough to cause a short moment of breath loss maybe. Perhapes Vivienne would get her way if she tells her why not, because the Angel dislikes public places as much as she enjoys her privacy.

"Because I know people that work here, I wouldn't want them to meddle." She says through slightly gritted teeth. Must sound strange coming from the victim. It's really more complex, but Viv is hardly in the mood to get into it. She also wouldn't want the person in question to get hurt trying to stop this, or get the wrong idea. Damn it why did she have to find him at this point in her life, it really probably was her timing.

Kristjan paused, looking as though she were trying to decide. Then something made a tearing soung, then another longer ripping sound. And then a shadow passed over them both, blocking out the moonlight as great, white masses of feathers were just suddenly growing from her back.

Kristjan didn't seem to be one of those Initiates that care much about being seen by the uninitiates. She wrapped her arms around Vivienne's waist and the powerful wings began working, lifting their feet off of the ground, pulling them both into the air. Damned if the people she doesn't want seeing her get beaten on doesn't see her get carried off. That doesn't seem to matter to the angel either.

It's good I'm not afraid of heights. Viv thinks. She wonders why she has such a fucked up life. Which brings up her bastard of a father, her one regret in life, she didn't kill him.

She closes her eyes.....strange how this couldn' happen while she didn't give a shit about anything....well Gattling, but now there was more than that, if anything she cared about her brother a little less. It paled next to what she felt for the demon hybrid and now this.

"Fuck." she swears softly, blood starts to trickle out of her ears.

The blood trickled and the Angel frowned. The frown suited her face. Blood that she hadn't caused? Unacceptable.

It didn't take as long by wing about buildings as it did by street and through the buildings, to get out over the park, and then over the wooded, thicker areas near the river. The angel dropped to the ground near the river and let Vivienne go, pushing her roughly to the ground, then bending and grabbing her chin in one hand, turning her head to the side and drawing her tongue over the blood from the woman's ear.

"Great licking, disgusting." Viv comments. she is very clearly bothered by this, and not in any sort of good way. She does her best to squirm away.

Chicks on chicks just a disturbing concept for Viv, if she's one of the chicks that is. If other girls wanna get freaky together Viv doesn't care as long as she doesn't have to know any of the intimate details.

'Chicks on chicks' obviously doesn't bother the angel. Neither of course, does guy on girl. And obviously she can't be predjudice against guy on guy if she enjoys girl ong girl herself. Though, not being a guy, she really could care less what two men want to do togather.

As her wings slowly downsize on her back, she gives Vivienne's head a little shake to shut her up. Where exactly do the wings go? Well...they're gone now. The angel racked her fingernails, longer and sharp, down the woman's cheek slowly. She was also fiddling with something at her pant leg.

So Viv does what's natural she kicks her, in the ribs, she hurts herself twisting to do it, but definace is always worth it. Then she spits on her again. She reaches up and grabs a fistful of hair and twists. Nothing at all wrong with a good cat fight, but she isn't in the mood to be a sex toy.

So she's fighting mad now. All that energy is crackling along the surface of her skin too, she's letting it build up. lots of nasty things Viv can do with her magic. She's contemplating them now.....cute things like blood imps....blood imps with teeth....she holds onto that as her happy thought and grabs another handful of hair.

Her hair is being pulled, all of those ringlets and lovely curls. She rolled her eyes. "Oh come now! Do I really need to tie you down?"

She raised a hand and brought it down in preperation to slap the woman across the face with an open hand. Her other hand drew a dagger from where her hands had lingered at her pants. Well, she'd obviously had it sheathed down there. She brought the knife across both of the woman's wrists where she was holding her hair.

"You expected me to make it easy for you, hardly, this wasn't my idea." Viv hissed.

The blood was glowing, her rage was feeding the magic too quickly already. While holding fistfuls of hair, a slap buffeted her. She griited her teeth and let one hand entirely lose from the hair to go for the throat. The blood was slippery though, and she got no chokehold. She knew she was making things worse, but she didn't give a damn. She was angry and while she needs the pain as an outlet, right now she also wants to dish it out.

The Angel stood suddenly, one hand on the woman's wraist so that she was not pulling her hair out when she stood. She wrapped that hand tightly and walked, half pushing and half dragging her to a place where two trees stood. At those trees were four chains with cuffs at each end. This place was obviously not a randomly picked place.

With the one wrist she held, she put the knife down and used the other hand to clasp a cuff around that wrist to a painful tightness. She then reached out for the other cuff and the other hand.

Well Viv what did you expect, it's what you'd do.....she told herself. She kicked and fought the whole way. Kicked while she got her arms chained too. Soon she wouldn't be able to, better get in her licks while she could.

She promised herself no matter what she wouldn't scream. Mac had only tried to make her scream once, she'd bitten off her own tongue. She had not really understood how Gatt had fixed it at the time. Now she knew it was because she regenerated.

Kristjan doesn't need her to scream. In fact, it's her preferance that she doesn't. It's so tedious to answer questions about the mysterious screaming in the woods and it's such a hassle to gag someone who won't hold their head still long enough to gag them. She had to avoid swinging, kicking legs. But with twenty-five years of practice, this wasn't so terribly hard to do as she forced the other wrist into the cuff. The chains made the woman's arms stretch outward at either side, leaving barely room to curl them slightly.

She smacked the woman again and grabbed her feet with inhuman strength, then held them still. "Do you want your feet to stay unchained?" Not like it would matter, she's going to chain her anyways.

In answer Viv kicks her. Trying for the knee. Leave her legs unchained, indeed. "It's not nice to tease." she says smuglyafter being smacked. She knows they'll be chained anyway. She continues kicking until they are. Being chained up is a small victory actually, it means she's too difficult....though the other had wanted a challenge.

She had indeed wanted, and gotten, a small challenge. She knew, however, that this woman was more capable of more violance. She chained Vivienne's legs into the links, which did as the arms had done and made them straight, basically spread egal, and disabled much movment.

She then picked up the dagger and cut a long line down the woman's cheek. She didn't want blood though, she wanted the magic that was groing rapidly in the other woman.

"I'm not sure who this is a bigger waste of time for, you or me, surely you've got to be planning more than cutting me sliver by sliver."Viv said in a surly tone. She knew this was mostly about the magic. This was pissing her off in turn feeding the magic. She let it build though, she could hold it for a while still. Madness swirled in her eyes, but rather than raging madness and chaos, this was the madness of disappointment.....mostly with herself.

"I've got all the time in the world," she replied, and technically she did. She's not exactly immortal but she's not about to die any time soon, lets say not in the next thousand years at the very least. The angel drew back and burried the dagger's blade deep into Vivienne's side, missing every vital organ. You won't die immediatly, lucky you. You get to internaly bleed instead. How exciting.

She then turned, leaving the dagger in the woman's side and walked to one tree, her hands on the chain that was looped over a stake and wrapped around the woman's wrist at the other end. She unlooped it and pulled it several links tighter, pulling Vivienne's arm tighter.

Sort of like a verticle rack. Only...it would be a slower process being done by hand.

Vivienne doesn't know if she can die from old age or not, she doesn't get sick, she knows that much. If she's here long enough to find out about the old age thing, she won't have a reason to give a damn anyway.

She grunts with the stab, no more noise though. She closes her eyes. The pain dulls some of the madness in her eyes but certainly not the disappointment or sorrow. This might just be giving her too much time to think.

One arm is slowly getting pulled tighter. She can feel her rotator cuff ripping. She gives a soft hiss.

The angel didn't smirk or smile, nor laugh at Vivienne's hissing sound. Her face remained stright and set, the look of someone with something that needs done. She walked around behind the woman, pulling the dagger from her side as she moved and plunging it into her other side with little effort.

No effort. Not with her strength. To a regular human boy of twelve years old and average build, stabbing someone in the side, an inch below the lowest rib, is the equivilant of stabbing a knife through a watermellons shell and fruit.

She tightened the chain on the other arm as well.

The second punture elicited a soft grunt. The second arm, no noise at all. Viv simply hung there. The pain, oh she could feel it, even if it was somewhat deadened by her tolerance level for it, eased a little more of the magical presure. Her ears stopped trickling blood. Now the wound in her side were acting to subtly release the presure. It was enough to stop her head from pounding and leave her slightly lucid. "I guess it's a good thing you have all he time in the world."Viv said quietly. Her blood still glows, the magic although no longer built up enough to rupture Vivienne is still very potent indeed. It seemed, the angel, if that's what this female thing was, planned on taking her time tapping the blood magic.