The demon tilted its head as a slow smile curved it's lips upward. Nick could just make out the tips of fangs peeking beneath her lower lip as she regarded him. He couldn't read the look on her face, unknowing if it was mocking or genuinely intrigued by him. No, he reminded himself. The only genuine things a vampire felt these days was blood lust and the thrill of killing. There had been stories of other vampires who killed their victims as they violated their bodies sexually so lust wasn't ruled out. Though he and his brothers and sisters of the cloth figured that lust and arousal may do something to the blood which enticed the vampires that targeted them in such a way. He couldn't afford to allow his mind to wonder just yet though. He was in the presence of a demon and glared at her, suspecting she was trying to make him forget she was there and lower his guard.

"It has been a while since I last heard my name," she stated as she slowly removed the cloak she wore. What was revealed underneath was the same dress that she had been wearing in his nightmare before. A soft lavender in color, tight on the top most likely from a corset underneath and a long flowing bottom. Had she not been a fiend he would have thought the dress complimented her and that Renato had been right in thinking she looked nearly angelic. Renato! The rabbit he was so infatuated with was a demon! The same one that attacked him most likely, of course she saved him from walking over the edge of the cliff, that would have been the end of her influence over him! She had likely been stalking him to take a bite out of him again and who was to say she hadn't? She could have done so and then wiped his memory clean then used her wiles on him to make him besotted with her.

The rage was back at that and he reached for his sword, quickly unsheathing it and pointing it in her direction. Again she didn't react for the moment other than to look at it, then at him.

"Okay, now that is just rude," she said, her tone sounding as if she were scolding a teenager.

"Silence fiend!" he snarled back.

He had to think of a plan of action. Who knew how long it had been there? It could have already scanned the room, his weapons, his moves through memory. He had to be careful if he was to have the upperpaw here and put an end to her. He didn't look forward to passing on the news to her sister, miss Jennifer Hopps would be most heartbroken to know what had happened to her sister. He hoped she knew that he had to do what he was going to do tonight. ..As soon as he could come up with a plan.

"You threaten the one you were so intent to look for? How quickly we change our minds. Now that I am not a helpless rabbit you want to kill me yourself."

"You know perfectly well why I am to kill you, monster!"

"Oh, because I am a vampire, I am a monster. Is that it priest?" she asked, her head tilting again though to the other side. He didn't respond other than to narrow his eyes. "Just like a fox like yourself is sly, shifty, and untrustworthy right?"

With carefully spoken words she had gotten to him and his stance shifted just the slightest bit. His sword barely lowered as his eyes grew just a fraction wider. He had been called all of those things growing up. He still had issues with mammals trusting him even now because he was a fox. It didn't matter that he wore the robes of the church or protected them from the demons that lurked the night. To some he was and would forever be labeled because of what he was rather than who he was. If the church hadn't found him that night and his mother hadn't risen again as a demon what life would he have lived after knowing that? How would he have turned out being ridiculed and without the warm safety of his family any longer? Without the training from the church who would he have been?

He realized quite suddenly that his mind had wondered off again and glared at where the rabbit had been. Though his heart raced not seeing her there any longer. Where had she gone? He quickly turned to look behind him, expecting an attack from behind and forced his ears and nose to strain to catch any sound or scent of her. But she was nowhere to be found though he knew by his still standing fur that she was in the room or at least close by.

"I am only saying you seem to have some misconceptions." He whirled around and there she sat on his abandoned bed. One leg was casually crossed over the other, holding a cup in one paw while the other sat across her crossed leg. "And relax. I have no intention of biting you." She added this only after she took a small sip from the cup she held.

He had a wrenching feeling in his stomach that it was blood she was drinking from the cup she could so easily crush if she so chose. It was probably even more of the same essence that was in the brown bottle at her side. Disgusting, this creature posing as a lady acting as if her intent was to make idle conversation. She was trying to lower his guard no doubt about it. But she seemed to have forgotten he was armed and had still more weapons on the table just behind him. Or she was pretending not to notice, but his mind was quickly coming up with nothing, he had to stall. He had to let her think she was succeeding so that he could gain the chance for a surprise attack. So he dropped his sword beside him carelessly while his other paw found and grasped the hilt of a dagger. His paw that had been holding his sword joined the first behind him, a stance that many gentlemammals had when walking or conversing with another. He was glad that he mammal watched so often. But he couldn't seem polite just yet either or raise suspicion.

"You would be the first vampire not after the blood of a priest," he said, unable to keep the growl from his voice.

"Yes, well I have always been called unique. And as much as I am glad that you seem more casual. You seem a bit too much so."

He had been about to take a step towards the demon, but what she said gave him pause. Was he being too obvious? Had his act faltered too much with his growling? No, he realized when she dropped her gaze to look down he was still nude.

"Not that the view is not nice mind you. But is it not a sin to expose yourself?"

She was playing him, like a cheap fiddle and it made his blood boil even as his tail moved between his legs to cover at least that part of his anatomy. He had probably committed one of the worse sins imaginable, consciously or not. Exposing his body to anyone was sinful before marriage even more so because of his vow. But he was revealed to a devil! Once he had killed her he would have to spend hours of time on prayer. For now he had an image to maintain, allowing his eyes to half lid and a casual smirk curve one side of his lips upward. He had to let her think her charm was working and add a bit of his own that came with his species.

"You are correct. Allow me to rectify my mistake."

He made his way back to the bed, keeping his stride as casual as he could make it. The dagger was moved so the blade pressed length wise along the inside of his arm and wouldn't be revealed to her, held still carefully by his fingers as he moved behind her and reached for his forgotten sheet. He chanced a glance at her, taking note that her back was turned to him and the contents of her cup was indeed a red in color though it was too thin a liquid to be blood. He shook it out of his thoughts mentally and grasped the sheet while his other paw smoothly twisted the dagger back around then plunged it into.. Nothing!

His heart and stomach both seized the instant he knew that he hadn't driven the dagger through her heart. The feeling only grew stronger when the weapon was wrenched from his paw by an unseen force and he suddenly found himself on his back on the mattress again. Violet eyes sparking with unholy light and anger glared down at him, paws holding his shoulders down as she sat astride his hips. The surprise didn't last before he was glaring back at her and struggling to free himself from her grip though the only thing that managed to do was bruise him, her grip unrelenting.

"I gave my word I would not bite you," she hissed at him. "However just as your instincts has your fur raising whenever I am near my instincts are making it nearly impossible for me not to kill you here and now." The grip tightened once again as if to prove her words, fangs growing longer in her mouth. "What I became does not take lightly to death, priest. If you are going to try to again..." She closed her eyes, taking an unneeded breath as if to steady herself before her eyes were open again and were that calm violet once more. "Make sure you mask your thoughts better."

One paw loosened and left his shoulder though he found he still couldn't move and knew she did something to him to freeze him there. That paw patted his cheek mockingly, a falsely sweet smile on her lips, fangs now much smaller. He continued to glare up at her, knowing now she had been letting him think he had the advantage before. Was she going to free him, toy with him more until she got bored and actually tried to kill him? Going by the fact he couldn't move from the neck down it wouldn't be that hard for her to do. She had been fast.. Faster than any other vampire he had ever encountered before, she'd had him unarmed, on the bed, and frozen in place in barely the time it took to blink.

"You fiend," he snarled. "I will not pray for your soul when I kill you."

It seemed he had gotten to her this time when the smile was wiped away and both paws left him. She continued to sit astride his hips and he cursed his body, feeling sick when he felt a tingle down below he hadn't felt in years. She seemed to notice, her gaze drifting downward then raising back to his as a smirk reappeared on her face.

"What soul?" she replied. He had expected her to comment on his traitorous body.

And with that she was gone and he was left alone in the room once weight of paralysis lifting. He shot up, jumped from his bed and grabbed his dagger again. But she was gone, he knew she was gone. The fur on his body was no longer standing on end and thankfully with her parting words his traitorous lower half had cooled as well. She had almost sounded sad he recalled as he filled the water basin in his room and quickly set to ridding his body of the feeling of her on him, removing the scent. And he almost ran his fist through the wall when he cursed himself for thinking that the fiend could feel sadness over her lost soul. No creature like that could feel such a thing.

He didn't get anymore sleep that night, his rage growing and boiling inside him even long after he prayed for his forgiveness and for strength against the monster that Judith Hopps had become. She had made him doubt, for a split second with her words. She had made him believe momentarily that she wasn't just another unfeeling monster. But even that short amount of time was simply unforgivable. He had a holy mission and he had failed, but was determined that he wouldn't when they met again. He would track her to the end of the world if he must to put an end to her. Her ashes wouldn't litter the earth except by his own paws. As for her sister, he would wait to tell her until the deed was done.

Nick knew as a kit that he would have tried to stop the priests when his mother rose back up as a demon. Miss Jenny wasn't a kit, but she missed her sister so terribly that hearing that she still existed even as a demon could very well drive her to rash thoughts and actions. He didn't know what would happen to her if she tried to come against their mission. Excommunicated perhaps? Which was a fate no better than that of being a vampire. Right there along with suicide, she wouldn't be allowed entry to heaven or hell. And one could act rashly when it came to matters of the heart or family. Or in this case, things that had once been family. Yes, it was better to tell her after the task was already done. And hopefully she could be saved from reacting rashly.

With sleep no longer an option, Nick dressed and armed himself and left the hotel. Perhaps he could find the vampire this time. She had to have been watching him to know he was going to look for her and to know where he was staying. And he hadn't really put in a lot of effort to look for her before when he'd been asked to find her by mister Manchas. Now he knew what to look for so his eyes scanned all around, above, and below him for anything that may give her away. His nose was working in overtime as well, trying to catch the scent of the beast so he could track her even if she was hiding herself with her unholy power. He didn't catch her scent for a long while and didn't see her either until his nose picked up blood and raced toward the source.

What he found was a leopard with a dazed expression, bitten definitely, but still alive. Judy's scent lingered on her and Nick bit back a growl. She was up to her tricks again, biting, leaving them alive, and the entrancing them. Why she did so he didn't know and didn't care. He wouldn't be asking her either if he could just slay her and get it over with. Perhaps he would if he found himself in the same situation he had this evening though.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" he spoke to the leopard. He had to put his focus on the newest victim for now.

The cat didn't respond, simply continued to sit propped against the wall with a dazed expression. Was Judy still here and holding control over her mind?

"Come out demon!" he snarled, drawing his sword again as he rose to his feet. Silence answered him, angering him even more. "I know you are there show yourself!"

The sound of movement had him turning quickly, but upon looking he realized that it wasn't Judy but the lady leopard. She still appeared dazed, but now got back to her feet and started walking down the road. Nick followed this time, not bothering to sheath his sword. The leopard could very well lead him to his target and this time, he did have a plan. Though that plan fell short when he was led not to Judy, but it was still a fiend regardless. It had appeared out of nowhere, fading into existence and Nick was again frozen before he could attack.

That was the only kind of attention that he gave Nick before turning it's focus to the leopard who walked obediently to him. Nick didn't need to be a psychic to know what was about to happen. He was about to witness a demon take a life all over again and could do nothing about it.

"Tell me my dear. Where is Judith Hopps?" the vampire purred. Another kind of cat, Nick guessed and realized quite suddenly his vision of the creature was mostly fogged. Or was that it's form at the moment? He could tell the gender to be male from the tone, but the shape... Nick couldn't identify it.

It appeared that at least part of his theory had been right after all, he recognized the thing from his nightmare. It was undoubtedly tracking Judy for unknown reasons.

"She-"

The leopard had started to answer, but a grey blur appeared out of nowhere knocking the other vampire hundreds of feet away and over buildings. Nick found he could move again the same instant he realized the blur had been the demon from his room. She watched where she had thrown the other vampire for a moment then turned to the leopard.

"Go home, run, do not stop until you get there. Go on all fours, he will not catch you."

Nick watched as the leopard slowly turned then did as she was told, running full tilt back the way she had came. Then his vision was clouded in black, and it took only a second to know it was the other vampire but a strike with his sword missed. The back of his neck was grabbed and his head wrenched back, but the grip was gone as quick as it came and another appeared around his wrist.

"Come on!"

He knew her voice now and just registered it before he was practically being dragged down the road. Judy was running, and tugging him along behind her. She seemed more interested in getting away from whatever the other thing was than she was in paying attention to him. This was his chance! He flicked his free wrist, freeing a hidden throwing knife from his sleeve and was about to plunge it into her back. He didn't get the chance, the black shadowy vampire was back and tackled her to the ground. She must have heard or sensed him coming, she had released him just before she was rammed.

Now Nick was seeing the exact same thing from his nightmare. A black shadow covering her while she scrambled to get away. The only thing missing was her begging him to help her and the snow on the ground. But even without that, something familiar raged to the surface and the knife that had been meant for her found it's mark between the shadow's eyes just as a stream of blood ran down her neck and shoulder. Judy wasted no time in jumping up and just like in the dream running toward him, but instead of running through or behind him she took his wrist again and sprinted the other way.

"Great, Slick you have made him mad! Why did you not stay in your hotel?" she growled.

This time even he heard the other vampire coming, the snarls couldn't be denied. But before it reached them, a black portal appeared beneath them and they fell through. It closed behind them, Nick seeing the other demon make a dive for it, but not make it. When they reappeared he found himself in Tundratown and shivered in a way that had nothing to do with the cold.

"I do not have to ask why you were there. But...thanks I guess."

He frowned, quickly getting to his feet. He'd somehow managed to land on his back again and she was standing over him, offering a paw to help him up. Though he suspected it was actually to grab him and feed. She must have heard his thoughts because she rolled her eyes skyward before settling them back on him.

"Do I need to remind you I could have bitten you a lot sooner if I wanted to?" His only response was a growl and a death glare when he went for a weapon and found all of them gone. She responded with a sigh. "Its going to be a long night."

TBC...

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