Predator. Defender. Prey
"You can't do this.. You can't kill her.. I- I won't allow it- I'll never allow that-"
The voice spoke, a man maybe in his early twenties to the human eye, voice gruff, making him sound almost like he was in some great deal of pain, making it although he was struggling to speak from it, an emotional restriction almost preventing him from being able to continue with the words, knowing already that it was a waste of his time, knowing that they wouldn't work on the other.
"-Ah, but on the contrary-"
A second, more whimsical voice contradicted the first man's, almost speaking in mocking tones, laughing between the spare syllables.
"-I can. I will. And, you won't stop me..."
interupting as he tried
"Why do you even want her..? She's done nothing. Nothing to you. She does not deserve this.. Just.. Just leave it-"
The first defended, interupting as he tried hard to find an argumental point to put the other off.
To get him to leave them alone.
Yet again.
When a tracker got wind of a particular scent that he became partial too.. He wouldn't just.. 'Back off'
Not this tracker anyway.
"I'm afraid I can't, you see.. I know you can taste this too... I know you taste her in the back of your throat, wouldn't she just be divine? To parch that thirst with her blood? To have the sweet, sweet liquid coarse down your throat and into your system, letting it release to give you that ultimate high? Ah-"
James gasped for pure show of illustrating his words.
"-Thinking about it only makes me thrive it more, only makes me more partial to the idea of killing you when you get in my way..."
His manic laugh started in the deep chuckle that crawled up from his chest to echo between them.
The first shook his head wildly and came to a low crouch, defending, ready to attack at a moments chance, ready to fight, knowing his words wouldn't work, knowing all along that that was pointless and knowing now.. That it would come to fight.
He couldn't walk away.. Not from her...
"No." Growling the word, a feral snarl came through his lips. "I'm not letting you do this, I don't care what your reasons are.. I lov- I- I will not let you do this god-dammit!"
James chuckled.
"Ah-" The twisted grin resided on his face. "Was that word you so nearly evaded then, was it 'love'? Do you love this human? Do you... Love her?" He cracked up into his rautious laughter again, shaking his head side to side.
"Oh dear lord, do you see what a mere human reduces you too..? You're.. Risking your life.. For this-" HIs hand waved dismissively to the figure that was a distance back, curled up on the floor, "-Now that.. That is something that can not be allowed.. We vampires, we just cannot allow a human girl to possess something like that over us..."
"I won't let you..."
"-I'm not asking your permission-" James growled, coming to his own crouch, snarls of his own building gradually in his chest, the scent of hatred in the air between them. "-I'll give you one last chance..."
"You'll have to get through me before I allow this..."
"And that. Is what I intend to do-"
On the words, James shot at the other, the noise echoing around like a collision of boulders... Hands ripping at skin... Teeth bared and tearing apart flesh... Arms.. Limbs.. Hands.. Teeth...
Bodies moving faster than the eye was capable of picking up...
Slashes.. Clashes... Smashes...
Breaking.. Tearing... Grunting..
Laughter...
Again.. With that insane laugher...
"...No...Alice-..."