The Dojo was closed, but that didn't stop Marius from wanting to get in. The Unmei Dojo had appealed to Marius because it looked professional enough to actually practise in. Marius looked down at the door and almost laughed when he saw the padlock and chain which was meant to keep intruders out.

Using the power of his mind, Marius concentrated on the padlock and *CHIK*, it unlocked. The door swung open and Marius stepped inside, using his mind to lock the padlock again. Once he stepped inside, he switched on the lights and saw plenty of training equipment. Dummies and Punchbags, Staves and Wooden Swords... and probably more equipment somewhere in the building.

Marius walked over to the punchbag and kicked it, the punchbag swinging to and fro. Marius was skilled in the art of kickboxing and knew how to defend himself if neccessary... but Marius didn't focus on that little fact. He simply began to kick and punch the punchbag, practising everything he knew.

The Dojo closed at ten, Rin knew this because she was a regular there ... well up until just recently. She had been walking by when she noticed the lights on, cutting rays of light into the dark of the parking lot. The instructor couldn't have been here, and robbers would have perhaps broke the lock on the door or sneaked in by a window or the back door. Gently she tugged at the lock, it could be a vampire, she gave harder tug and it gave in to her strength. But most she knew would have done just that.

She pushed against the door and stepped into the lit room. Yep. Vampire. He felt older and perhaps his abilities were better developed than hers, maybe he had gotten in another way. Rin leaned against the wall, watching, he wasn't bad really. She reached for the light switched and flicked it on and off before finally leaving it off.

"I saw the light and thought perhaps robbers had broken in, if any human would have seen it they could have called the police."

c:Mission Clean-up

"Oh, I'm afraid there are worse things than police here." Michael said as he walked into the practice room with a boken resting on his shoulder. He twirled the wooden katana and finished pointing its tip at the two vamps.
"Wooden swords for instance."

"Only if you can't handle a little fiber in your diet love." Came a soft giggle.

Had she no shame? Of course not. She would quickly admit that she had been following this man. She had caught her eye as he was been walking along the street and well, she had sunk her invisible claws into him, refusing to let go even as he moved away.

"That little ole peice of wood wouldn't do a thing to me." She said cheekily. Maybe one of the elders, but not me."

She gave a polite bow to the older male vampire. "Forgive my intrusion." She appologized. "I just couldn't help myself though." She said with a little teasing smile. "This man here caught my attention and I just had to meet him."

Her eyes were hungry as she looked back over to the man. But this wasn't the hunger that brought the killer in her out. No, this brought the lioness in her out.

He smirked, "Wont affect you hm?" he tossed the boken to the side without so much as a glance. "What, pray tell, does affect you then."

He was sizing her up as he thread his words. His eyes focusing on her every curve, measuring her through sight and mind. Eyeing off the way she positioned her hips, her stance, the way she hung her hair, the focus of her eyes. His nostrils breathing in her intoxicating scent. He smelt vampire, young exotic vampire, but he also smelt grace. A catlike grace, and he almost felt like purring just to see what she would do. Instead he darkened his smirk and eyed her playfully.

"Or has the cat got your tongue?"

She smirked as she watched him. She knew what was running through her mind, she didn't even have to possess her special powers. Placing her hand on her hips she was half tempted to turn around in a circle for better observation if that was what he wanted. She was used to being on display really. Theater was her love when she was alive, and not, she felt more alive than ever.

"Hardly." She said with a dismisive wave of her hand. "I was just amused by the fact that you think I'm going to tell you my little secrets when I don't even know your name." There was a slight laugh in her voice as she brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

"I would hope none is truly as stupid as that, especialy one who is older than me Sir Stakes-a-Lot." She teased with a grin.

He chuckled, this one will be fun.
"You show me yours, I'll show you mine."
He loved her eyes, blue like the ocean, and her hair. It matched her pefectly.
He took in another breath. Yes, he recognized it now. She had been the one following behind him a while back.
He wondered if she knew what curiosity did to little kitty cats. He wondered if he should show her....

"Beauty is only skin deep my pet." She warned with a near purr as she turned her back to him, heading over towards a rack that held the bamboo kendo practice swords. This kitten had claws*, he would be well to learn that sooner than later.

She streached her arms above her head before touching each sword, looking for just the right one. She found it, one with the perfect balance. Because not all were made the same.

Plucking up the one on the left end she twirled it delicatly in her hand.

"So, I suppose I shall be the first to introduce myself? Very well." She made a graceful, sweeping bow with the sword in hand. One would almost think her from the courts of England, France or Spain, perhaps Italy. But no. She was from the theater, And Shakespeare was alway her favorite. "I am Alexandra Leona Renald. But please," She looked up, a glint in her eye, a grin on her face. "call me Leo."


((*I would like to note that 'Kitten's got claws' is a totaly awesome song by Whitesnake))

He snorted as she performed her bow. A shakespearean bow. Gracefully executed but it left him wondering why she hadn't curtsied. He would have loved to see her curtsy. Instead he stepped forward and did a mocking bow of his own, mimicing all those times he had to do it in front of pigheaded elitists that coincidentally watched shakespeare. "Kevinsanya Sorn." he said as he bowed.
"Kevinsanya for you."
He then straightened and put his hand into his pockets.
"So how are we going to play this Lee? We going to walk around all night verbally teasing each other or shall we just cut to the rough stuff and watch the fur fly?"

With a flight of her wrist she set the stick through the air, stopping it just before it would hit him upside the head. "That's Leo. Or if you insits on being a thorn in my side, Alexandra will suffice." She said coldly, a slight snarl on her face. But then it softened once more.

"But as for teasing, Michael," She said using his real name she had plucked off the top of his mind. "we shall leave that to another time and place... perhaps." She said coyly as she pulled the stick back after giving him a slight whack on the head. After all, this was no place for her prefered form of entertainment. Especialy not in the presence of an elder.

Psychic, Michael noted in his head as she plucked out his true name. Would this make her Amman? Or at least part? She had to be at least sired by an Amman.
As his mind ticked through the information as it came his playfull exterior did not falter, even when she whacked him with the shinai kendo sword.
His smirked deepened even more and he stepped in closer. To close for her 'sword' to be effective. He leant forward slightly, his voice tunning down to a husky whisper. "I kinda like the teasing," he flicked a strand of her golden hair behind her shoulder. "And 'perhaps' we can continue our 'teasing' in the private rooms? Without an....elder.... or younger people to observe us."

She rolled her eyes, tossing her hair slightly as he brushed it. He wanted to play the flirt now? She thought that was her role. Oh well. She could adapt. She always had fun playing hard to get really. But in this situation where she had sought him out, it would be rather hard to do it convincingly. Well there were always th eother two...

"So, if you do not mind me asking, Sir, what brings you here to the dojo?" She asked politly, turning her back to the other vampire. She spoke to the man not because the woman was no interest to her, but because the other was older. The woman was still a fledgling, newer to the life of a vampire then even herself. Best pay respects to those of greater power.

She turned away to address the elder.
Michael regarded her departing back with amusement. It didn't take much imagination to invision a tail swaying mischievously between those luscious thighs.
As she attempted conversation with the dead-beat he folded his arms across his chest and leaned a shoulder against the dojo wall.
Quickly getting bored he looked up to see a rack of practise weapons above where he was leaning.

A keen whistling announced its presence before a wooden dagger sailed passed Leo's shoulder and imbedded itself deeply into the wood of the opposite wall.
Michael, shinai in hand, held the bamboo sword in a welcoming/offering gesture.
"Engarde?"

Her eyes narrowed dangerously as her head whiped around after the dagger came sailing by. She let out a hiss of irritation, glowering at the vampire. "Such lack of manners." She said, her voice obviously irritated as he presented his challenge of a fight.

"Well, it seems as if I might have to teach you a thing or two, won't I?" She tilted her head, her irritated glare turning into a mischevious grin of sorts. Rasing her sword. "You might be older, but well, I shall let you make the first move." He would have experiance over her no doubt... But she had a few tricks up her sleeve.

She had heard a quote a while back... and it suited her perfectly in this kind of situation... Win if you can, loose if you must, but always cheat...

((If anyone can tell me where I pulled that from, I'll owe you an RP (of your choice) and a cookie (of yoru choice as well) ))

He let his hands fall to his sides as he shrugged, "As you wish"
Then his hands came up again barely slow enough to see, the shinai arcing through the air between them and a loud snap erupted as it batted her's to the side. He continued the momentum of the slash, turning low to come back and slash at her legs.

She gave a slight cry not out of pain, but surprise, as the wood cracked against her side. "You little rodent." She growled as she brought the stick down in a sweeping arch to quickly block his attack at her knees.

Folowing through with the motion she broung the stick to whack him in the same side. "Eye for an Eye." She growled as she swung the sword back to bring it crashing down over his shoulder.

Crouching he brought his sword up horizontal to intercept and held it there as her weight descended upon him. He grinned under the strain, tilting his blade slightly and pushing up with his legs to stand. Their bamboo blades were no locked in between them.
He chuckled.
"And now the fur flies."

"Well now. Someone quick aren't they?" She said with a grin as they stood there at what appeared to be a stalemate. Oh ho, it would not end like that she woudn't let it.

Stepping in and to the side she swun her foot around to connect withthe back of his knee to bring him down to the matted floor. The bamboo shaft at his throat as she grabbed on to both ends like it was a lead pipe or something. (You should be able to see the flaw in that ^.~)

"Well now. Does the little boy surrender then?" She said with a smirk as she brought her lips close to his ear.

"Little boy does." he managed then his hand moved to grip her arm and he drew her over him, flipping her in a classic judo throw. "Big boy doesn't."
He then dove forward to pin her down.

She gave a sharp cry as she found herself on her back. The throw stunned her, alowing him to pin her down tightly. At first she trie dto push him off, but after seing that she could not and did not truely want to she gave a lacivious grin. "I thought we woudl save this kind of teasing for later Michael" She said tilting her head slightly as he tongue ran across the bottom of her top teeth.

Had she been able to move, she would have used her first of many tactics that although were not fighting, were rather effective on men. But he had her pinned thuroughly, his bodyweight and strength leaving her immoble beneith him.

"Why wait?" he grinned, leaning down he licked the exposed skin just above the shoulder then trailed the tip of his tongue across her throat and then traced the arc of her tank top across her chest and sighed happily with her taste.
He nudged her head with his own, like a cat would do.
"Little girl give in?" he kooed sweetly in her ear, his thumbs now massaging her open palms.

Her eyes were lulled shut by the caress of his tongue.a soft sigh escaping her lips as it traced over her chest. Oh this man was a dirty cheater, and she liked it. Her head turn to the side slightly as if to pull herself away from his touch. "No fair." She whispered. Granted if she were given the choice and oportunity she woudl do the same thing.

As he nuzzeld her neck she turned as if to brin her lips to his. But she fought the urge. She woudn't give in to a man this easily. The last one she had run across in this dump hadn't been worth her time, how would this one be any different, just because his touch seemed to warm her entire body? Hah, she would never surrender.

But she was still pinned. How to get out? "Yeah yeah..." She sighed as a responce to his question. "Just let me up..."

He smirked at her fained boredom but played along with it.
He moved his knees off her thighs then sat back on his hunches. Now kneeling between her legs as he smirked at her in amusement.
"All you had to do was ask Lee."

Her apparently docile face formed a snarl again as he once more butchered her name. "That's Alex to you!" She snapped as she brought her legs from around him to kick out in a powerful thrust in an attempt to knock him back.

Not waiting to see the result of her action she spoun and stood in backstance (cat stance I believe, for you non soo-bakh doo'ers ^.~), ready for whatever he might throw at her, weapon long since forgotten on the floor.

I should have just kicked him upside the head... She muttered to herself. Would have done a lot more. But for some reason she didn't really want to hurt him or even try to hurt him...

Caught unprepared and flat footed the kick connected full on, proppelling him across the room before he managed to stop his slide.
"Testy testy!" he called, massaging his sternum as he stood. "Someone's on fire tonight."
He remained where he was. His feet planted firmly ready for anything.
"Or is it that you just don't like being dominated.....Lee."

Satisfied withthe distance between them she gave herself a once over. After all, a bruise woud be so unsightly on her fair skin. Everything seemed to be in order though as she lifted the side of her shirt to check where he had wacked her the first time. It was a little red, but that woud pass.

"It all depends on the situation." She responded with no special tone. But one coudl see the tug of a grin at her face. "Some times it's fun. But there are just times I like being in control. And usualy it's better for everyone that way if I feel the need to take charge." She said knowingly.

"But please. I will ask you just once more." She said rather nicely. "Please call me Leona or Alex. Lee just sounds a bit to... Rough for a delicate little thing like me."

"Alright then, Leona."
He straightened and began walking calmly forward, not stopping until they were so close their noses were touching. "Of course, that doesn't mean I wont be rough, with a delicate little thing like you." He nuzzled her again, his moving to grip her shoulders.

She fought the urge to just bite him then and there, and not the sensual type of bite either. Just targetign the major muscles to make it hurt. The nerve of this man! Though she found it almost impossibly hard to resist the touch of his skin he was posibly the most vile, egotistical, naturaly charming and handsom guy she had met in a loong while. She wanted to hate him and love him, to hurt him and to bring him the greatest pleasure of his life. Damn him!

She brushed his hand away with a sweep of hers as if she we sweeping at a fly. She had had enough of this.

"Just tell me what you want Michael." Her voice was low, seductive as her crystalyn blue eyes looked up at him. "And who knows I might give it to you."

"What I want?" he thought about this for a moment, pacing around behind her as he thought. "What I want is you,"
His hands gently embraced her shoulders from behind, "and me, in a room alone. Watching the rising new moon and stars. Our bodies entwined together."
He moved her hair away to whisper huskily in her ear. "Did you ever wonder what curiosity did to the cat?" He bit off the 't' sharply.
"What say you?"

The touch of just his hands on her skin, her bare shoulders, was too much. Her body was suddenly aching for his touch on more than just her shoulder, more intimat, darker places. His words sent images, sensual and pleasing thoughts through her mind. She leaned back in to him, unable to help herself.

"Damn you Michael..." She whispered with a wanton sigh. Whas he wourking some kind of mental power over her? Was he the one one sending these thoughts and desires into her mind like this? If so he had snuck them in there without her knowing her mind had been intruded upon.

Her ice blue eyes were hungry as she turned around to face him. Why was she so hesitant. He was what she had come for was he not? And now she could have him... She wanted him more than anything, but damn her pride. She had never let a man woo her this easily... "And what if I say no?" She whispered. It was a thread yes, but the tone in her voice was obvious that she never would follow through with actualy saying it.

"Will you say no?" he asked, smiling playfully, tilting his head to peer deeply into her aquatic gaze.
His hands slowly, enticingly traced the straps of her tank top down and off her shoulders as he stepped in even closer, pressing his body against her's.

The hunter had turned into the hunted it seemed. She could feel his hungry gaze on her as she stood there in front of him. Her eyes fluttered shut as his fingers danced against her skin. His question echoed in her mind as she shook her head. No, she would not. She could not say no.

Her eyes opened as she felit him move the straps of her shirt down, the straps of the black lace too for that matter.

"What happened to a room alone?" She asked in a whisper as her hand went delicatly to his chest. She could not resist touching him when he was so close. His scent was all around her, pure and masculine. And she hated him for it.

Silently her fingers moved up to his lips as she found herself wondering what they would taste like.

No! Her mind hollered at her. Damn him! Just pull away. Run! Leave him here, him and his mind tricks.

Her hand pulled away as if his lips had been heated to slowly burn her. She tried to make her body turn, but she couldn't pull her eyes from his. If his hands left her shoulders... "What have you done to me...?" She whispered, as if terrified of what was happening.

This is interesting. He thought to himself as she traced his lips. She's behaving more like prey then a predator...
Then her eyes flared in alarm and her hand snapped away. She began struggling. He was losing her.
"What have you done to me...?!" she whispered harshly but was broken off from saying any more when Michael took her lips with his own. Kissing her fully, passionately. His grip on her tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed. Massaging her muscles by touching appropriate points that sent relaxing waves of pleasure up the body.

No! Her mind screamed at her as he pulled her in, bringing his lips to hers forcefully. But her body wouldn't listen to her. No, it was only obeying his touch, his hands. His lips claimed hers possessivly as his hands massaged her shoulders.
She found herself relazing to his touch, his kiss, leaning into him as she lost the will to fight him. No, there was no point anymore.

She rested her hands on his chest, her fingers curling in to fabric. Fabric she was begining to loath and dispise. A sudden surge of passionate ferocity ran through her and she fought the strong desire to simply rip them apart. Her returned kiss was stronger, full of fire as she pressed herself close against him.

Her mind was screaming against everything she was doing, but her body was still his. As long as he held her as long as he touched her, he owned her.

"What about that single room neh?" he smirked lovingly.
His hand traveled down her back and began to worm its way underneath her shirt to touch and feel the luscious skin beneath.
Slowly he began leading her to another room that was joined to the training area. All the while his hand petted her, massaged her, teasing her.

She practically purred as he caressed her. The feel of his hands running over her couldn't accuratly be described as anything short of erotic, mezmerizing. What was it about his touch that let him lead her so willingly? Why did her body react to his so strongly, yet her mind fought him so fully?

When her eyes opened she found them in a private training room, they were alone.

She found it so hard to object. "No... Not here..." She said with a sigh. "Someplace safe..." She could feel herself leaning against him now as he continued his teasings. "Not here..." There was an in they could go to... One she frequented just down the road a ways.

He sighed happily. Taking in the smell of her hair, her scent. It was invigorating and exotic.... like honey. Mixed with a spice that called his mind to attention every time he breathed. And then of course, there was her arousal.
He knew she wanted him, and he knew he wanted her. So he took a safe guess as to what she was floundering about to say...

"Take me there." he whispered before playfully nipping her earlobe.



Continued: Fighting Desire