As Fortitudo enters the Subway system he thinks maybe having his sword out is a bad idea and puts it away. When he gets to the bottom he looks around and sees no one that looks like Nyx. As he green eyes search the subway stop he hears a noise and watches a train pull up to the subway station and unload and load people on to it. As he walks towards the train he gets stuck in one of the turn stiles so he just jumps over it with his trench coat following behind him nearly getting stuck on the turn stile’s rails. When the train leaves the station he fallows it with his eyes and notices to his horror that their is track and that it looks like it could go on for ever.

"Damn" he mutters to himself "how am I going to find her now?" Thinking I going to have to find her, because she is not going to be looking for him. So he jumps on the tracks and starts to run down the tracks starting his search. "No don't jump down there" some mortal woman cries, but she is to late to stop him. She watches him disappear down the track before returning to reading her newspaper.

"This is going to take forever" he says to himself as he enters his third subway stop. To his amusement more mortals cry out to get back up on the walk way. but he just ignores them. He is running so fast that his hair is blowing strait back and his eyes start to dry out from all the running. Guessing this is futile he lessens to the next group of mortals by climbing a ladder back on to the station.

Nyx was waiting as patiently as she would ever be able to amid the corpses of the would-be passengers. She'd heard from a source of a source that there was a new player in town, and he was looking for her. Well, he could find her. She was sitting on top of a pile of corpses, wearing a wet looking vinyl jumsuit with the zipper partially opened, revealing that she was wearing no bra. She was painting her nails a deep black, so that it matched her clothing. There was dark kohl around her eyes, and her hair had been slightly curled tonight.

Tonight, she hadn't really killed all these people for pleasure, more for the sake of killing them. If there was indeed a new player in town, there shouldn't be people around to watch the new member and her meet. It would be rude, hence the pile of dead corpses. It was a convenience kill, really. Some may call it inhumane, but who gave a fuck what they thought?

So here she was, waiting to see if this infamous new player showed up.

As soon as Fortitudo got to the top of the ladder he realized that the screams where of mortals the where being killed by something. Curious about who did this he started to walk forward. As he turned a corner he saw the massacre that took place here. "good God what could have done this" he said out loud. Thinking about what he just said good God what am I talking about God is evil. There was only one problem with the scene before him. He only saw blood no bodies, so started to walk forward looking for the bodies. When he got to the end of the blood trail he found the source. Sitting on a huge pile of corpses was the most beautiful Vampire he ever saw. As he realized that the Vampire was Nyx do to the fact that she fit her profile green eyes, red hair, beautiful, likes to kill people and a whore he guessed by the way he dressed, but he is not going to call her that.

"Nice work." He said as he walks closer to the potential Nyx. "How long have you been waiting?" As he asks her his question he really notices how much blood there is there, wow she must really like it and he likes it too. Blood was his food and hers, but it was also sensual.

She could hear him coming up from the tunnel before she even saw him, his footsteps echoing through the dim lighting, and the sloshing of blood underneath his feet. So, he had come through the tunnels. That was either a sign of arrogance or stupidity. The former she could understand, being arrogant herself. The latter she would not put up with, period. End of story. That's all folks. Running down the tunnels wasn't exactly the best way to keep things hush hush. It was one thing if you told a human you held captive you were a vampire before killing them. It was something entirely different if you showed it to the whole fucking world. Nyx didn't know if she was going to like this guy. It could go either way, she supposed.

She smirked when she heard the comment he uttered to himself, and her smirk only widened when she smelt the telltale lust on him. It never failed. When a man saw her, no matter how much they might hate her, there was always a small amount of lust in there as well. She could count on one hand the people who hadn't had a scent like his when they first had their meetings with her. It was as normal as saying 'hello'.

Looking around at the bodies, she shrugged. "Actually, this is pretty mild. I just wanted them out of the way. They were annoying me. I ripped out their throats, adn voila, instant massacre. It's quite sloppy, actually." She paused, doing up her bottle of nail polish. "I've been waiting long enough to kill these people, haven't I?" She gave a small chuckle.

"Well if you say so." he answered her with a little smile. Fortitudo is noticing her beauty pull lost feelings of love back to the surface of his mind. No he could not fall to temptation. "Ripping out their throats good idea, but this could have also done the job with the same effectiveness." As he says this he brandishes his sword from its hidden hilt on his back. Looking at his sword he remembers how he won this. He had to kill fifteen Vampires to get this in a tournament. How I love the look of this sword with its gold hilt and iron blade with Latin inscriptions in it that read "Veni, Vidi, Vici." "I came, I saw, I conquered." he said to himself.

Realizing that Nyx might take him brandishing his sword as a threat. "Don't worry I am not going to attack you" he said as he changes his stance to a non-Aggressive stance.

((ooc: sorry it is short I still have a little bit of writers block))

She raised an eyebrow, a cocky smile on her face. "I do," she replied. He didn't seem the kind that would want to be in her coven. A bit quieter than the ones she usually got, who were mainly blood blood blood... which was a good thing, admitted Nyx. His lust grew for a second before he tried to quench it. She could tell this rather effectively from his scent. Hopping down from the corpses, she walked towards him, she placed a finger on his shoulder, and circled around him, her finger trailing along his back until she finally came back to his front and saw his sword.

It was beautiful, Nyx had to admit, even if she didn't usually like killing with anything other than her own body. She raised an eyebrow as she heard him talking to himself. "Latin," she muses, brushing some hair out of her face. "Yes, I remember Latin. It was the old English, before English was even around." She ran a finger along the edge of the sword, making herself bleed, before popping her finger into her mouth, smiling at him.

Her expression became amused. "You, attack me? It's a good thing you're not going to... for you. No offense, I'm sure you're a great warrior, but I have a few tricks up my sleeves." She grinned at him, before turning around and sitting on the corpses in much the same manner as a human would sit on a beanbag chair. She patted the spot next to her. "Now, why don't you come tell me what you wanted with me."

As soon as she touched him all his attempts to push his lust for back into the back of his mind blew up in his face. He knew he just lost control and Nyx held all the cards. "I would not want to attack a Vampire as beautiful as your self." Putting away his sword he walked over and sat on the pile of corpses next to her. What did he want with her he asked him self. Well right about now he wanted her, but he still had to resist her power over him. Well not just him all strait Vampires. "I was told by my mentor and turner to find you if anything happened to him. I think you knew him his name was Richard." Wow these corpses where comfortable, now I see why Nyx like to sit on them so much.

Why would he think of Richard now, well he knew the answer I could have saved him but I just didn’t. The pure thought of Richard made his happy, lust filled side fade away and his sad side started to come out. He felt as if a blanket of darkness was just thrown over him.

Well he knew that it was going to happen eventually. A mortal saw the blood and started to fallow it. Fortitudo though was I that loud? The mortal man turned the corner and saw them sitting on the pile of corpses and just froze in place. Fortitudo guessed that it was either Nyx and/or the bodies. Well he did he care he pulled out one of his throwing knives and hit the mortal in the leg. Then, he pulled another knife out and hit the man in the other leg so that the man could not move. Fortitudo slowly got up and walked over to the man "can I help you?" he asked as a smile came across his lips. The mortal looked back in horror at the strange beast standing over him. Fortitudo's face smiling that him was the last thing he ever saw. As soon as Fortitudo's sword cleaved threw the man’s neck he turned back to Nyx and said "I love to torture them." When he had put his sword and knives away he walk beck and sat down next to Nyx feeling a little better.

((OOC : I guess my writer’s block is gone. LOL))

Aha, Nxy had the touch. Whenever she touched someone, it broke down all their mental shields against it, and they became even more susceptible to her wiles. It was quite amusing, especially when they thought she was only for them. She was not a one man woman, unless she found one that suited her perfectly, and so far, that hadn't happened. No offense to this guy, but he didn't seem like the type that would offer her that type of simulation. She'd only seen a little of him, and she could already tell that while he might make a good lover... at least for a little while... she didn't think she'd want to spend centuries with him.

She smiled softly at his words, giving her a look of subtle modesty. "Why, thank you. I don't know your name and you're already giving me compliments. I like that." He gave his reason, and she listened with her head cocked. Yes, she did remember Richard, not well, but she did remember. "He's dead then?" she asked, not really waiting for a reply, before adding, "Pity."

The mortal showed up, and Nyx smiled brightly at him, giving him a little finger wave. She watched the new player kill him, and come back to sit next to her. She smirked a little at his comment. "I hate to break it to you darling, but that wasn't torture... or not in my meaning of the word." She rubbed his cheek. "You still have a lot to learn. Tarepha will help you with that."

"Well then I guess that I will have to tell you my name." He knew he was going to, but he wanted to test himself to see how long he could hold out against her attacks on his mental power to control his lust for her. A petty, what no that sad or I am sorry for you. Well I guess she did not know that he was his mentor for over 400 years. "Yes Nyx he is dead" he said as his sadness pierced back into his mind. This sadness over Richard blocked all of her attempts to seduce him it was just too much of a barrier for her to break down.

"Torture hmm that sounds like fun. Well then I guess you are going to teach me what you know." Ha she has no idea of torture. The sadness he held inside of himself was more of a torture then she could ever teach him. Remembering what he bought for her or well more of stole. He took out a case that had a black rose in it. He took it out and gave it to her. "A black rose, some people think that it is a sad thing, but some think it is more beautiful than another rose there is." Maybe he would hold out against her mental attacks. Just as he thought his she rubbed his cheek. Fortitudo felt confused why didn't he think about his lush for her when she touched him. He realized that he remanded in control of his bodies thoughts, I guess she will just have to try harder to break him down. He smiled to himself maybe he could hold out against her mental attacks against him.

((OOC : This is got to be my worst post ever.))

Nyx leaned her head on one of the corpses, still looking at him. "Yes, you will. I'm very curious now." Okay, so she wasn't that curious, but it would still be nice to put a name to the face. Besides, men were generally easier to 'get to know' if you knew their name. Mind you, some men didn't want to tell you their names, but Nyx almost always got it out of them one way or another. Almost immediately, she smelt his sadness. It hung off him like rot. She had to forcibly stop herself from rolling her eyes. Instead, she took his head and set it on her shoulder. "Don't worry. You've got Tarepha now. We'll take good care of you."

This time, she had to hold in the laugh, but because of years of practice, not a single shred of it showed on her face.

"I think I am going to have to teach you what I know, sooner or later," she smiled, stroking his hair in a lover-like fashion. What could she say? She'd had a lot of practice pretending. When he presented her with a rose, she didn't even have to pretend to be surprised though. Taking the flower into her hands gingerly, she caressed it with her fingers. Turning back to him, she said, "Thank you." :eaning in, she gave him a kiss that was half on his lips, half off, before pulling away and looking at him through her eyelashes.

Fortitudo's mental walls crumbled when she kissed him, this was the end he knew it it was over she won he lost. "I know you know I know your name, but you don't know mine. My name is Fortitudo Dei." As he talked his lust for her came back to the top of his mind he could not stop the thoughts he wanted her nothing could stop him from doing what ever she wanted. Even the sorrow from Richard was destroyed he wasn't sad anymore he just wanted her every thing was about her. "Take care of me? I don't need to be taken care of. You obviously can tell that I have a deep sorrow inside me, but if I had not found I would have found my own way to get over it." He almost wanted to be mad at her but, there was no fighting his lust he was bending and breaking to it. His emotions controlled him and he could not fight them.

Holding out her hand, she shook Fortitudo's. "Nice to meet you Fortitudo Dei. Welcome to Demaitre." His lust wrapped around her, making her warm and aroused. He'd be a fun toy for this evening. She could take him back to the Macabre Dance, and have her way with him. It was very tempting, but she couldn't just jump his bones. No, that would lack class. Instead, she rested a hand on his thigh, stroking it gently. With a small pout that made her look all the more innocent, she said, "What if I want to take care of you? You know, make you forget all the bad things." Her voice was seductive, and she wrapped it around Fortitudo's mind, caressing his cheek. Moving closer, she sat sideways on his lap. "Can I do that?" She gave his bottom lip a short nibble.

When she finished nibbling on his lower lip his lust for her exploded. Fortitudo had never felt like this ever before. "I....I would like that" Fortitudo could barley get the words out of his mouth. Her sitting on him, nipping on his lower lip, and caressing his cheek. It was too much for him to handle he could not even control his body it was almost if she was controlling it, but he didn't even care. He did not even wait for her to make the next move. He leaned forward and slid his tongue to her mouth and kissed her with all the passion, love, and lust he had in his body. As he kissed her he cradled her head in his hands.