"Got some more for us?" The bald man behind the counter asked, as he accepted the drawings from the short, lovely woman who just entered.

"Yes," she replied, "a new series." She brushed her fingers through her dark curls, beaming at the lad getting a cross tattooed on his tan skin. The ink was white, shining wet and bold on his warm flesh. It was tempting to just pop right on him as soon as he left the shop and suck every last drop of blood out of him. The pain seemed like agony to him.

"Damn, that hurts worse than I thought!" He exclaimed, eating his fist as the needle hit his spine.

"Wow, these are great!" The baldie said, flipping through the stack of black and whites Morrigan had handed him. "What's the series name?" He asked, while handing her their agreed deposit: a large roll of cash.

"Lost Souls," she told him, still watching the writhing man in the corner.

"No! No let me go!" A shrill, high voice screamed from a near by ally. The echos of it bouncing off the bricks, barely making it away from the buildings.

The beast couldn't stand it. The weak part of him had been strong enough to keep him from just taking that damn little girl, so he was going to make due with someone. He needed a kill, needed to feel the pain, the writhing around him.

He back handed her hard, sending her into a wall. With a groan she fell still, laying on the floor of the ally. Well.. That wasn't any good either... She couldn't fight when she was unconscious....

Growling he tore off her shirt. The jacket was already gone. As he started on her pants, she began to stir again and he growled, grinning viciously.

"Good... Thought I'd killed you too soon..." He chuckled. As she flailed her legs it only helped him to get her pants off quicker. She started to scream again, but he pressed his body against hers, kissing her voraciously. He was starving for more than blood. He hungered for that girl... Wanted her more than anything...

But this little whore would do. No one would even miss her.

His hands pinned her shoulders easily against the floor. "Now sugar... If you just shut up... I might let you enjoy some of this." Marc, well not really Marc, growled. But the girl kept whimpering, begging for him to stop. He laughed, shaking his head. "I don't think so girlie..." He began to kiss at her neck, down her chest. His fangs sank into her breast, biting hard, eager.

She didn't realize what was going on, but when the blood began to trickle down her skin... A sharp scream pierced the night. But the monster was oblivious the blood was setting him into a frenzy. The hunger for blood was greater than flesh... he could solve the other one with another girl... It wouldn't be hard to find one.

When the man began to bleed, Morrigan forced herself to leave. Occasionaly, a little blood seeps through the sore of a tattoo, but even that little bit could make things suddenly uncomfortable for a thirsty vamp.

She nodded to the bald shop owner and headed out the glass door into the cold, starless night. Still, no moon; only streetlights broke the shadows this eve. The old vampiress noted the eeriness as she shoved her hand deep into the pockets of her lond, burgundy coat. The collar was flapped up, protecting her from the cold that could not actually make her cold. Her tall, black boots clicked on the sidwalk as she turned the corner.

Then, she heard the screaming. A familiar sound...

The Celt figured, by the sounds of it, another vampire was feeding. She was going to just keeping walking right pass the dark alley. It was rude to interrupt another vampire that was feeding. But, something caught her attention out of the corner of her dark, green eyes. She froze.

This was one of those many, brutal, savage killings. The man wasn't just feeding, he was having a fenzy. Watching from the corner of her eye still, she could see that he was one those vampires. A streetlight flickered.

This was a moment of interest. Morrigan, being old and born during a dark time, had seen plenty of scenes as this. She did not flinch, or blink, or move. Instead, she was more worried about the vampire at this point. She slowly turned to face the action, her left eyebrow cocking. Her expression was mixture of "Hmmm...what do we have here?" and "What the hell?" - she was trying to decide what to do.

It was too late to save the vic and there was really no point to. But the vampire...

Morrigan just stood there, waiting to be acknowledged. She halfway wanted to snap the girl's neck herself to end the suffering. No point in playing with food. The intensity wasn't helping her thirst, either, though.

Once she had stopped fighting, he gave himself over completely to the taste of the blood. He didn't even smell, sense, the vampire behind him. All that mattered was the blood. Warm, delicious and filling. He clutched her body close to him as the end came near... The last few beats of her heart. He held her tight, as if a lover, as if he cared for her more deeply than she could imagine.

But with the final beat of her heart, he tossed her aside with a sigh of contentment, stretching slightly, licking his lips.

His lip pulled up into a snarl though as he sensed another.

Turning around and stepping back slightly as he saw her, he growled. She was powerful... Old...

"What do you want?!" He snapped at her, his fists clenching. Though there was no doubt in his mind what she was here for. She must be one of the old ones... Ones sent to kill vampires like him. Vampires who didn't like to listen to the rules. Not even he was exempt... A vampire who'd never been told the rules. Well not all of them anyway.

"I won't go down without a fight... You hear me?"

Well, well. A feisty one! Morrigan had no intention at first to fight the lad, but his flare and fists made the idea sound good. She loved a good toss and punch. Talk was cheap. She was going to just talk to the man, get to know what he was about. Figure him out.

They say you never know yourself or your opponent until you are in a fight.

Her features softened, forming a sly grin on her small, pale face. She soaked in the moment, scoping the man. He had just fed, which meant more strength behind him now. Strength and speed: two things Morrigan knew well.

Quicker than a hot knife through snow, she became shadow and slid across the ground until she popped up in front of him as a woman rearing to punch. Her arm was pulled back; she was ready to deck him right in the face.

He grinned as he saw her blur into the shadows. He was still hungry in a way... Why not go for a real fight in bed... Or.... Well... Wherever they ended up. He knew he couldn't force her to do anything unlike a weak human. But the fight she would present left him eager.

As she appeared in front of him he grabbed her fist. He'd been expecting that anyway. After all, it was what he would have done.

But then, probably more dangerous than killing out in the open, he did something that she probably wouldn't expect. He moved closer to the woman and pressed his lips, still tasting of blood, to hers kissing her eagerly.

If one could ever surprise an ancient, this stranger just did.

Morrigan had a claw heading for his gut just as her fist met his block. The kiss hit her just as hard as a fist would have; at least, he would have gotten the same reaction. Her eyes widened with shock as her mouth instinctively bit back. She used it for biting much more than kissing. She tasted his blood in her mouth, mixed with the girl's. A sick twist to a fight.

She was wanting and expecting a fight. A man to man fight. Instead, he was a raging bod of male horomones. There's a science to that, really. The old Celt could not help think, while shifting her open hand to his throat - going for a choke instead. Anything to stop making him kiss her. It wasn't fair.

He growled as he felt her hands around his throat. Sure he didn't need to breath, but it still make talking difficult.

"What's the matter baby? You don't fulfill last requests?" He asked with a smirk, his eyes refusing to leave hers. But his face twitched slightly. The weakling was trying to fight his way out... He didn't want to be killed over sex. Well what the fuck was he thinking? So what if letting his dick think for him had brought him to this hell... If he was going to die, and this woman was making it seem pretty clear that he was, he wanted a good send off at least.

"You know... I usually like it when they scream.. But maybe.... Maybe you could make me appreciate the silence... The little gasps and whimpers. Things like that."

Did he have a death wish?

Morrigan growled, her blood was starting to boil. A fight was one thing, a kiss another, but a challenge was completely different ball game. She did not know what else to do and losing her temper was not a good idea.

She pushed him away, leaping back. Keeping distance until she worked things out was a good idea with this one. Her hair was a little messy, now, and her stare was anything but friendly.

"Watch it, buddy," she snapped at him. "I'm not* another one of your pretty, little toys. Need I tell you how long I've been here?" She watched him cautiously with her wide, green eyes. Who did he think he was? He was definately a young one suffering from hot and wild. He was a monster. Less and less common these days.

He was obviously hungry for more than one thing.

((Forgot to add a word there... ^.^"))

"Oooh... I'm scared babe..." He chuckled, but it really was true.

"But hell... If I had to go, I really wouldn't mind so long as I got to enjoy you first."

No! What the hell was he doing! He... He didn't really want to die! He wanted to live! He just wanted to be himself again without this monster in him! Marc shook his head, growling as he glared at the gravel on the ground. Why the hell was that wimp trying to come back out now? He wanted her, and he sure as hell wasn't giving up until he was satisfied.

"You gonna punish me babe? You gonna tell me how bad I've been?" He grinned as he moved closer, but his grin flickered every now and again as he refused to relinquish control.

"Come on. How bad could it really be?"

She relaxed a bit, straightening her back and lowering her claws. Something like a smirk appeared on her now softened expression. He was nothing to worry about, really. Unless, you can't defend yourself. The innocents should probably stay indoors.

"Having a difficult time adjusting?" Morrigan asked the man, not the monster. "The Thirst is hard to control." She melted with the shadow, then appeared on his left. "You should really work on it, lad." Chuckling, she melted again, re-appearing on his rightside.

"Problem is, I think you enjoy it too much..." She patted his cheek before zooming back a good distance away. The vampiress purred, "Do you want me?" Then, appeared under the flickering streetlight.

"Wanna play a game?"

She was hoping for a game of chase...his kind are usually good for them. The trick is leading them somewhere interesting. A rave, a party, a packed club...

YES! Help me please!! He wanted to scream. But he couldn't. He couldn't do anything.

His face twitched though as he glared at her. "No. I like the way I am thank you." He said with a low growl. He chuckled though as she said he was enjoying it too much. "How is that possible? You honestly think that we shouldn't enjoy this power? The strength and speed..." He grinned viciously, looking back at the dead woman.

"Of course I want you..." He growled. "But I'm not one for games. Yes I'd like to have some fun with you, but any whore on the street would do." He said simply. "I'm not too picky like you women are." He said simply.

If she wanted to play games, if she wanted to dart about like some damn pixie... He'd find someone else to fuck. It wasn't too damn hard. Hell... He could find a few to enjoy.

Marc brushed the dirt from his jeans, heading towards the mouth of the ally, back to the streets without another word.

Morrigan laughed. She could imagine the man inside screaming his way out. "Wow, what a lame existence," she blurted out. "Is that all you're going to do? Kill and move, kill and move?"

She mentally broke the street lamp; the light bursted and tiny bits of glass fell. The blinking was getting on her nerves. Now, it was dark, as it should be.

"I guess you don't want me to introduce you to anyone special? Or bring you to the "fight club"? Ah, well..." She sighed, he better get complicated, fast. After this, she would be reporting him to the Amman. He was a high-risk for the mortals, after all. If he didn't show anything half-controlled or some, kinder other motive why would they let him roam free?

"Juggling two souls can wear you out..."

"Owch," a man exiting the tattoo parlor groaned, picking at the scar. "This freaking hurts, man." He was short, stout and whining about the ink down his spine. The bloodly patch was leaking through his white shirt as he put it on. He paused at the door and glared at the two vampires, narrowing in on Marc. "What you lookin' at?" He snapped. It was the girlfriend that followed that worried Morrigan a little.

"God, Jacob, bitch some more!" She was shorter, skinner, and looked like a sixteen year old going on twenty-one. Tugging at her mini-skirt, she made a puzzled face while staring at Marc. Was that blood on his lip?

"Why not? Keep under the radar and enjoy every moment of this immortality I never asked for." He said with a dark chuckle, glancing back at her for a second.

He smelt the blood as a man exited the tattoo parlor. It made him growl, but that wasn't what he was hungry for. The woman however... A girl really...

No... She was too breakable. The prat wouldn't want him hurting anyone else, and he wasn't going to push it. That's why he wanted the vampiress. He wouldn't be able to kill her. Probably wouldn't hurt her. If she was so noble and wanted to protect humans, she'd offer herself willingly to his rage.

But noooo. She was too damn selfish.

He smirked as he looked at the girl, his tongue flicking over his lips. Hmm... What if he made her into a vampire. A little one like that he could punish over and over again...

"I'm trying to figure that out buddy." He chuckled in response, turning away.

No... If he would create a companion... It would be the other one... The little one that he was obsessing over... She would embrace this life... Would accept both of his aspects for who he was. He didn't want some damn little whore who put on mommy's make-up.

Morrigan remained silent, simple watching the other vampire. Before melting into shadow, she winked at the man and his girlfriend.

Then, she disappeared just the man turned his head. His girlfriend was checking her cell. When they looked back, the vampiress seemed to be gone...

The shadow of a vampiress creeped up the brick wall then slipped down to the sidewalk near Marc.

"Alas," she whispered so only he could hear, "You'll see me again." Then, she vanished.