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[James Manson]

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' What ya gonna do when the hounds are calling? '

From a distance, you would think nothing of him. He sat on the floor, legs pulled up, but apart with his feet flat on the floor, wrists lay casually over his knees and his head was titled back against the tunnel wall. A thick coat, the hood up to cover the majority of his face, lay open to show his bare, muscular torso. Ripped, but once designer jeans hung from his bottom half, crumpled and dragging around his black biker boots. From afar this was the only thing you could see; his eyes were hidden, leaving only a sadistic smirk to display his expression. James was exhausted, but he always had this thrill after turning. It wasn’t even full moon yet, but once again he had found himself angered beyond the point of control. His fingers curled into fists, blood drying on his fingertips. Across his torso was a prominent blood handprint, as though someone had tried in vain to push him away. He had fed well this evening. Pity there were no slayers around tonight, the man had always enjoyed a good face off, even the game of cat and mouse had its abundance of thrills, it always reminded him of the days when he and his father had gone fox hunting, galloping through fields, chasing after the hounds. Nowadays the only thing he rode was the women.

' Your running with the wolves '

His breathing was gradually slowing, chest rising and falling to a fast drum beat. Smirk pulled fiercely at his masculine jaw, the stubble upon it giving him a tough, bad boy appearance. Bad, that was just what he was. James was naughty, rude, ignorant, careless, selfish and many other adjectives. Fuck everybody. Fuck them all. People could keep going on about how kindness to others was the best and only way forward, but really, think about it, honestly, and honesty is the best policy after all (at least that was something James was) if you were in a burning building, the first thing you think about is yourself, other people’s health is simply an after thought. His laugh echoed down the dank tunnel. His raucous, hysterically sadistic chuckle grew louder, till his baritone voice was the only thing heard. Life was funny; it really was a funny old thing. One minute everything is dandy and the next minute you are facing off a werewolf or something. You know how it is, you are just walking down the road, minding your own business when the huge black form hurtles itself at you, trying to bite your effing head off. Without even simmering down, his laugh simply stopped, leaving only the echoes to reverberate of off the close walls. Finally there was the closest thing to silence once again, the closest thing because the constant drip drop of water residue was heard sloshing at the few puddles littering the fabricated ground. He was still tripping, still screwed out of his mind as though he had an exuberant evening of drugs and alcohol, the buzz was intense and his body momentarily shook as a shiver was sent sliding down his spine. His body was slowly regaining its energy in mammoth amounts; the weakness he lost during transformation was going, being replaced by that bittersweet adrenalin, causing parts of his body to involuntarily twitch. It was time for him to go and play with the other dogs now.

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[Amara Ramirez]

Amara loved the feeling of being somewhere forbidden. It was dangerous to wander the territory of an enemy but she wasnt looking for a fight. Just a thrill. Maybe a chase if needed. Werewolves were so much fun to play with. The echoing chorus of dripping water made it all the more thrilling to be there. Too bad vampires didnt feel adrenaline anymore. How Amara wished she could remember that feeling. She jumped covering her mouth so as not to scream when what sounded like near satanic laughter errupted nearby. Sure it was scary but it was the suddeness that had frightened her. She was amped to say the least. Ever since she had ran into a supposed old flame she felt as if anything could happen now. Was Killian watching her now? Did it truly matter? She was always Amara to her friends but to her strange love she was Eva. She only wished she could remember more of her past life.

Oh well if she ran into the "laugher" if she needed to introduce herself she decided Eva would be a good enough alias as ever. It was after all telling the half truth. Only one person knew her as Eva anyway and she didnt know many werewolves to begin with. She rounded the corner and stopped short. There he sat and "Eva" crossed her arms over chest. I hope you arent laughing at me...I mean I didnt think my outfit was that bad Wolf she said grining. Oh open conflict was the best. How could she possibly mean him harm if she was by herself. Not to mention that most werewolves were full of themselves. He probably only thought of her as another vampire target. Thinking to herself Eva noticed that he was rather attractive for a dog. She wasnt about to tell him that though. Not to someone who could rip out her throat.

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[James Manson]

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' If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire '

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Patience is a virtue and something James possessed. Strange, you might say, that he was a carnivorous, wild beast, but possessed such a desired trait. Thing is, he would never age, no werewolves, or vampires, or ‘them’ ever would, so why did they have such little patience? It’s not like they were running out of bloody time or anything. But there he sat, sitting perfectly still, his twitching died down as did his head rush and he began to think more carefully. His clenched fists had slowly uncurled, revealing the cracking blood on his fingers; he lifted his hand, peering at his dirtied nails. He sniffed, inhaling the smell, AB positive. Poor bastard. His tongue involuntarily grazed over the rough skin and he tasted the iron flavour.
He heard the footsteps on the concrete, puddle littered floor. James should have smelled the air, but he had foolishly presumed it to be another werewolf in these tunnels, what he hadn’t expected was one of those blood suckers.

He still had his hand in front of his face when he caught the first whiff of her. Fingers automatically curled again and his smile left his face, replaced by a cold, harsh expression. He heard the ‘creature’ round the corner, then stop. He heard it speak. Heard her speak.

“What,” he paused, voice pounding the walls, dripping with ice. “The fuck do you want?” Did she not know what she could be getting herself into? James’s thoughts paused and a sly grin tweaked at his lips, if she was as naïve as she appeared, then this could be quite entertaining. He should make the most of this situation, after all, what was that saying? If god gave you lemons, then make lemonade. So if god gave him a female blood sucker, then he would play with her till she screamed. No innuendo necessary.

Legs pushed beneath him and he effortlessly moved to his feet, he still stood facing the wall, hood still covering his face from view, that was, until he turned his head and looked at her. His smile only broadened when he admired the beauty of her. What a turn on. Turning so that he now stood directly in front of her, he allowed his eyes to wander the length of her body. For a vamp, she was attractive, although that often went with the territory, it were the ‘wolves’ who had to be the ugly ones wasn’t it? For a werewolf, he certainly has a ‘wolfish’ look about him, rugged and masculine. A draft swept the length of the tunnel, an icy touch fondling his bare chest, still not bothering zip the jacket up; he pushed the hood away, his dark blonde locks framing his face. He needed to shave his head again, but then it only grew back in a matter of days. “Tell me, are you as stupid as you look? Or do you genuinely get off from walking into something that could kill you?” Personally, he hoped it was the second one, that way they would have something in common.

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[Amara Ramirez]

Amara stepped back instinctively as he stood and came towards her. Dogs certainly did look small when they stayed on the ground. If her heart was still beating perhaps it would be in her throat at this point but she only had her nerves to tell her how frightened she was so suddenly. Well you were the one that wanted a rush she told herself angrily. She stared at him emotionlessly. Not a very nice dog now was he. She felt like insulting maybe calling him a dog to his face instead of just thinking it. Werewolves were not to be trifled with. They were every bit as strong as vampires. She wondered how old he could possibly be. She was an older vampire though not ancient. Fifty years had given her the strength of a full fledged vampire but currently she wasnt interested in a fight from the wolf.

Amara shrugged at his question. How exactly did he expect her to answer? She wasnt stupid...maybe a bit reckless but most certainly not stupid. We prefer to leave the being stupid job to your kind Amara said. Inwardly she screamed at herself for the stupidity. Yes right now she was stupid. She was never this disrespectful to werewolves though she had come to dislike most of them. Normally she would just smile and back off but something inside of her, an alternate ego perhaps, decided that she wouldnt put up with the wolf's shit. After all they weren't gonna hurt each other. If she killed him she would openly be declaring war on his kind and it went the same way for him. He wouldnt dare lay a hand on her. Or would he?

[James Manson]

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' Breathe the pressure, come play my game, i'll test ya '

The vampires and the werewolves were on the same side. How many immortals had said that line, but to James, it didn’t matter how many times you said it, it didn’t make it true. The vampires and the werewolves would never truly be allies; they were simply acquaintances, no doubt the moment ‘them’ are no longer an issue, James could go back to hunting Vamps to relieve his boredom. His eyes continuously and carefully raked across her figure, sweeping up and down, admiring, savouring. It was hard to miss and was rather obvious that James did not play by the rules. So this alliance between the two creatures didn’t mean he had to bow to every vampire and be courteous and polite. He would act exactly how he would usually act and if she thought that he wouldn’t dare harm her, just because of some pathetic truce, then she was definitely wrong. Besides, she was in the werewolf tunnels, she was trespassing.

He was sick in the head, twisted and dirty, his shoulders lifted in their sockets before shrugging back down as he thought, at least he enjoyed himself. A sigh was building up in his chest, lungs inflated with her profound smell, he was trying so hard not to be a bad boy and she had, even though it was brief, looked as though she regretted her decision to come down here. James was going to be sympathetic, that was, until she opened her mouth again. Oh, yes, bring on the insults. He laughed, not quite as hysterically as before, but his deep voice rumbled against the walls, filling his ears and he took a slow, deliberate step closer to her.

“Of course,” he had began in a casual tone, but in one swift, superhumanly quick movement, he closed the large gap between them till his naked chest was almost pressed against hers, head tilted downwards as he whispered into her ear, “us dogs, we are stupid; we don’t think before we act,” smile was etched deeply into his lips. “We don’t care for consequences.”[/size][/blockquote]

[Amara Ramirez]

Amara watched him carefully. She could see from the crazed look in his eyes he wasn’t about to honor any truce and the way that his eyes continually traveled her form made her feel squeamish. She clamped her teeth down to keep a menacing growl from leaving her throat as he took a step towards her. She wished she had some sort of power to defend herself with. She couldn’t rely on Killian to come and save her she had only just met him. Besides she had a feeling that she would want to finish her own fights. After all she was the one that picked it. A vampire in the werewolf tunnels was generally not a well thought out plan. She tried to remember just why she had come down here in the first place. For the thrills of course. Meeting the most jacked up werewolf she could have imagined was a little too thrilling though. Surely not all of his kind were this creepy. She could easily imagine him coming from some psycho’s dreams. Fully human but fangs dripping with blood and saliva. Amara gritted her teeth and mentally shook the images away. She was just psyching herself up now. He wouldn’t do anything and if he did then she would fight him. At least if she died tonight she wouldn’t go down without a fight.

She nearly yelped as he shot towards her with inhuman speed. The speed that they shared with vampires. His laughter had sent chills up and down her spine. Who would have thought that a vampire would have reason to fear for their immortal life? Amara barely flinched as he leaned down almost touching her. His voice echoed with hate and anger. Bad dog. So he didn’t care about consequences? Oooh trying to make some kind of statement Wolf? she asked sidestepping away from him walking towards the farther wall determined to keep her eyes on the colorful graffiti and not on him. If she looked at him again she would lose her nerve and bolt. She didn’t want him thinking she was scared. She wouldn’t let any weakness show. You think you’re some kind of rebel? she asked tilting her head to look to the side indicating it was not only a rhetorical question but a challenge. If he wants something…lets see him try and take it from me…he’ll be begging me to kill him when I’m dead Amara heard within herself. Eva would get her killed sometime or another.

[James Manson]

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' What evil lurks in the hearts of men? '

It wasn’t warmth that he felt coming off of her, but it was strangely comforting. She was standing her ground, this he admired, although he almost felt her shudder. She barely flinched as he breathed down her ear. My, my, she was a tough nut to crack. But one with, no doubt, a very worth while filling. She appeared to be trying very hard not to growl at him, shame; it really did bring out the animal in him. His lungs were filled with her stench, Vampires had such potent perfumes, but James could also smell a masculine creature on her. There were definitely some advantages to being part dog, the amount his senses had been heightened, but then again, Vampires had the same benefits. So, she truly was the adventurous type, shame she would only go for the night bound boys, if she was a werewolf, James would have been all over her by now. Strange how the man inside of him was welling at the side of her, Vampire’s were such a turn off.

This woman, she spoke with such stern words and he felt initially confused. He was sure that he was certainly making her slightly, if not completely uncomfortable and while at times her body displayed signs of wanted to flee, her words were so poorly chosen. She was trying so hard to put on a mask of confidence, showing such blasé, but she was definitely not fooling him. Still, if this was the game that she wanted to play then he would commit to the rules she was choosing. He was enjoying himself.

“On the contrary, I am curious about the statement you are trying to make.” What was that little saying, Curiosity killed the cat? Good thing he wasn’t feline then. She was avoiding eye contact, instead looking at the graffiti that littered the walls. Shame, she had such pretty green eyes. When she spoke again he tried so hard to keep down the laughter that was bubbling in his stomach. Was she being serious? That was a little hypocritical wasn’t it? James moved so that he could lean up against the wall, arms folding as he continued to watch her carefully. “By being rebellious you mean being somewhere I shouldn’t be? You are quite the thrill seeker aren’t you? Darling, I’ll show you excitement.”

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[Amara Ramirez]

Amara had to crack a smile at his first remark. So he was having trouble understanding her. That was just what she wanted. She didn’t want him to catch onto her right away. Too many times she had been an open book about her emotions…her ploys…her death traps. It had cost her food and even injured her fatally during a scrap with a Slayer. She loathed them just as much as werewolves did. Slayers were just royal pains in the ass. To be completely honest she wasn’t sure of the statement she was trying to make either. The Amara half of her wanted to leave the situation while she still had a small chance to escape unscathed but this new Eva half openly defied the werewolf breaking through her sane consciousness. She couldn’t keep control of her emotions anymore. They were off the charts and the Eva within snorted aloud at his second remark. The first part he had almost nailed. She was a thrill seeker but only when she felt like being a thrill seeker. One had to be in a certain mood to go looking for trouble to stick their nose into. Amara couldn’t tell if that was her or Eva wanting to get into trouble. Maybe both.

She turned to face the werewolf now daring herself to look into his eyes. Not only was this a challenge in the animal world but a challenge in the supernatural as well. She wanted him to know she wasn’t afraid of him. Even if he killed her. Why had she need to fear death? It had already come and gone and if she could have thanked him after she died she would have. There would never be closure with her human self until she did die. I’m not your ‘darling’ she sneered at him slitting her eyes to glare so he got the point. And I doubt you could she me any excitement…you look as if you have just crawled out of a grave…why do you think I have lingered so long…I’m afraid you might hurt yourself giving chase after me she said following with a short bark of laughter. As if to prove her point she moved a few steps towards him but not daring to go any farther. She was just digging herself deeper into a hole that would eventually be her grave if she let it continue. She looked him over silently critiquing. She had to admit that werewolves were quite attractive even to vampires though in a very different sense. Where vampires were angelic looking werewolves were course. Males maintained the rugged male look were the females always seemed to hold a wildly free spirit about them as if they might attack anyone that came near them or said something wrong. To this day Amara refused to engage in a battle with a female werewolf. They were much to unpredictable for her. You’re not my type anyways she said daring another grin at him. Another challenge. If this wolf had any tricks up his sleeve Amara was ready for them and eager to see just how clever he was.

[James Manson]

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' This Baby’s got a temper '

And so it was finally surfacing. That wild, temper of hers was finally showing through in its truest of forms. She was no longer speaking words that did not match her body language, instead the insulting words were being mimicked by her facial features, which were finally displaying the anger and hatred she really felt. Now wasn’t this fun? James didn’t know whether or not she had realized what he was doing, but he was certainly succeeding. All this time he had been trying to provoke her, to push some sort of dramatic and interesting reaction from her, and here it was. She was cracking, just not as she might have expected.

For a brief moment, he considered asking her name, but then he would probably only get some smart arse, stinging retort, so instead, when her eyes moved to pierce into his own, he instinctively took another step closer. He pushed a hand through his stubborn locks, letting his dirtied, bloodied palm slowly trail the length of his chest before being pushed roughly into the pocket of his jeans. James was a bit hesitant as to how he would play his next move, he was enjoying the banter, but he wanted some action.

“I’m not your darling!” Oh, but he had never said that she was his so why had she implied it? And she was so very wrong about the entertainment part of things, James had always been surprisingly skilled at showing people how to have a good time. But then his idea of a good time usually involved doing things that made people let go of their morals. Now, however he was slightly pissed. What a comment to say to a wolf who was still in the grips of a bloodlust?

“I may look bad, but let me assure you, the other people look much worse." And this statement was certainly backed up by the blood splattered across his clothing and skin. “Thinking of running are we? What makes you so sure that if you ran I would follow?" And again, another step closer. He was making no attempt to be subtle, he was taking large, deliberate strides forward, pushing against the threshold of her comfort levels. He wanted to watch her squirm. Once again using his speed, and not caring if she moved while he did, he moved to stand behind her, enjoying the view from behind.

“That’s a shame, because you are entirely mine.”

' You’ll never tame her '

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[Amara Ramirez]

Turning her head back to look at the wall she felt what should have been a chill creep over her. It was apparent he had been in some sort of bloody battle or mass murder but the blood stains on his skin and clothes hadn't bothered her til now. She closed her eyes momentarily reassuring herself that she wasnt afraid. As long as she kept telling herself that she could believe it...at least thats how the trick was supposed to work. It must be the Amara side of her that wanted to bolt back the way she came. Eva was a fearless one. She supposed being an FBI agent in New York had helped conquer whatever fear she had of pyschopaths. Then again she could be considered a pyschopath herself. Split personalities wasnt something that was taken lightly in the modern world and it had taken years for Eva to get completely used to it...it still felt weird sometimes.

She hadnt even realized that he was taking large strides towards her ever so casually. She had been so lost in her thoughts of split personalities and psychopaths. The sound of his footsteps rung in her ears loudly and her mind made sure that she remembered his earlier manic laughter. Watch yourself...he is insane she told herself. Hmmm so am I she contradicted. Suddenly his voice toned from behind her and she whirled her hands clenched instinctively in fists. As his sentence faded the personality of Eva broke completely free. Amara would have yelled to stop her hand if she had control of it but it felt like she was watching herself from somewhere else. Without any warning at all Eva swung her fist towards the werewolf's head hoping for a direct hit.

[James Manson]

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' Eyes on fire, your spine is ablaze '

James was psychotic. He was absolutely fucking mental. And yet he was one of the most sane people you could ever meet. James was not thwarted or stopped by silly little morals or rules; he was not barred in by having to worry about other people. If you wanted an example of somebody who had the same basic instincts as an animal, or as an early Neanderthal, then James Manson was the perfect individual. The only person he had to worry about was himself, and in that respect he was completely and utterly sane, he managed to day in and day out care for himself to an excruciatingly high standard, having fun at the same time. In some twisted, deranged way, he was the perfect human, designed the way they should have been, without compassion and empathy to stop them from taking care of themselves. But James felt, he had feelings and he acted on them, he was not a robot after all. If he was angry, then he would bash the living day lights out of whatever it was that made him that way, if he was happy then he would smile and rejoice. He was not heartless; he abided by his heart more then his head. And currently, his heart was letting him know that he was amused.

James was observant, but he had never stopped to consider that the woman standing before him might have split personality, he had simply thought that he had sparked an interesting reaction from her. He had never thought that he had, in fact, simply awakened the other side of her. Literally. This made things a hell of a lot more interesting. This baby really did have a temper.

He watched as she swung her fist towards him, but he made no attempt to move. Her fist connected with his skull and he stumbled a step backwards, hand moving to the place where her hand had connected and he doubled over, but instead of a moan, laughter fell from his lips. He could already feel the adrenalin starting to pump around his body, heart rate slowly climbing. The side of his head throbbed slightly, but he straightened, looking her directly in the eye as he did so.

“My turn.” In one swift movement he traded places, so that he was behind her once again, but his chest pressed up against her back and his arms moved around her front, holding her tightly like iron bars, trapping her in against him. If she had thought that he would not take his turn and retaliate against her attack, then she had been sincerely deceived.
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[Amara Ramirez]

Amara watched in slow motion as he fist connected with the side of his head and he stumbled backward. She had forgotten how much power she truly had. Eva had slipped back inside leaving Amara to fend for herself. She watched him, her hands curled into fists at her sides. Suddenly he began to laugh and Amara cringed resisting the urge to take a step back. She wondered if maybe she should apologize and explain to him just why she had done that and that it wasnt really her doing these things. She was really a good little vampire girl who never got into fights. However she remained silentl and watched him hunched over with laughter pouring out of his mouth. She shivered and felt like bolting for the nearest exit. He was no normal werewolf. He was psychotic. Even more than she was.

If her heart had still been beating it would have stopped as he looked her directly in the eyes and uttered "my turn". Before she could move away he was behind her and wrapped his arms around her front restricting all movement. For a moment she remained still trying to comprehend in her mind how he had gotten the best of her. Usually her reflexes were faster. Once reality set in she struggled violently in his arms hoping for a weak link the chains that surrounded her. The werewolf was strong. Much stronger than she would have thought. She could feel her fangs grow instinctively ready to fight for her life. Her hands clenched and unclenched as she worked at trying to break his grip on her. It felt like she was held to a rock wall. Realizing she wasnt getting anywhere with struggling Eva re-emerged calming her movements and unclenching her fists. She turned her head slightly fury alight in her eyes. Dont do anything you'll regret she hissed suddenly aware of how close she was to him. The heat of his still living body seeped into her and she tingled with excitement.