CHAPTER SIX
After spending a few days running and hitching rides -something she became rather good at from the younger, eccentric people- Cerriwyn started discovering things.
First off, apparently the Elders hadn't taken any other precautions with her which was bad for them, good for her. She was the first mixed species of Vampyre, Demon and Pixie (her mother being a Pixie/Vampiress combo, herself). With all those attributes combined, she was beginning to tap into her own magic.
She was growing stronger.
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It was a rainy night. Mark's favorite kind. He licked his lips as he surveyed the city below him. He was perched on top of a tall, building, his long; leather trench coat clinging to him as he crouched. The rain beating him didn't phase him nor did it mar his vision in any way.
He was browsing for dinner.
And he'd decided on the meal.
Young, maybe thirty, give or take a few years. She had short, cropped blonde hair and a luscious figure. It wasn't the figure he was interested in though. It was the blood rushing through her veins, all too visible to him in his hunger heightened state.
Mark felt the wind resistance underneath him as he dropped, his long hair flying over his head but kept his eyes firmly fastened on the meal he was about to quite literally land on.
Something human sized with a ten-foot span of black, glimmering wings swooped down before he reached the intended victim, catching the prostitute. Wings beat the air as the creature carted the screaming woman up into the sky, landing several rooftops away.
Mark's eyes narrowed as he watched a black, glimmering tail twitching over the edge of the roof's ledge, followed by piercing shrieks and a guttural moan. He tore after this thing, scaling the building quickly. He tore the body away from the thing. As quickly as his hand fastened around the monster's throat, it began to shift, features melding and merging.
"'Taker?"
It took him a minute to realize this was Cerriwyn -or at least something similar to her. It was the voice. It was her voice, just a bit raspier. He met her purple eyes, his own taking in her face. The face was human looking, only it glowed, the last bit of transformation dying as she appeared in her Pixie form.
So she did have wings… and a tail.
Her hair was still purple only now it was vibrant, with a life of it's own it seemed. Her wings were delicate, gossamer things that looked like they wouldn't withstand the rain pounding on them. Her skin… her skin was shimmering, as if someone had taken stardust and sprinkled it over her.
And then there was the tail.
It was still black, still glimmering but not as broad, or deadly looking. The tail he had seen had been twice as wide as his hand with spikes. This piece was delicate and… well… it kind of resembled a devil's tail only… cute.
Cerriwyn withstood his inspection, huffing when he eyed her tail. She hovered off the rooftop, wearing nothing more then a simple white cloth, something to cover her but give her freedom of movement. "Let me go, you're going to snap me in half." She ordered, her voice taking on a musical lilt.
"Christ." He grumbled, releasing her gently, a hand moving to comb through his hair. "What are you doing here and how did you transform?" Was his gruff demand, staring down regretfully at the dinner she'd stolen. He'd have to find another meal now, something he wasn't very happy with. Mark's attention snapped back to the oddity before him, admiring her true form. Even with the tail, he was quite attracted to her. "You're still beautiful, Cerri."
"Sometimes." She said matter-of-factly. "And-" A cheeky smile crossed her rosy lips. "The Elder's apparently do not know anything about my kind or else I would still be in that dreadful Human body. Were you going to eat that?" She nudged the corpse with her bare foot, watching as it glowed silver before disappearing. "I am sorry but I had followed her for a few days." She licked a smear of blood off the back of her hand.
"It's not a big deal. I can find another, though this is usually my hunting grounds." He chuckled ruefully back at her, her purple eyes hypnotizing him in ways he could not fathom. "Where did you go that night?"
"I do not know. To a few cities. I followed some murderers here and killed them. I've stayed since." She shrugged nonchalantly. "I found an empty attic over a church so I'm staying there. Anything to bide my time and escape this dreadful place." Cerri made a face, sitting cross legged in the air so she was eye level with him, her wings fluttering to keep her up. "You need to learn better control." She said finally, studying him.
"Control of what?" His tone went icy cold. He knew exactly what she was talking about but decided to act dumb for once in his immortal life. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Cerriwyn." His eyes moved down to the streets, scanning the few mortals about at this late hour. "She looks good…"
Cerri frowned, wondering what he was playing at. "You know what I am talking about." She said, following his gaze. She smirked wickedly and a second later, she was in Demon form, swooping down on the woman.
Shrill shrieks were all 'Taker needed to know that he had been deprived of another victim, this time for lying.
Cerri dropped the body to the ground, turning mid-air to stare at him. Blood streaked down her lips and chins, onto the white cloth covering her. She winked one purple eye before flying off.
"BITCH!" Mark roared angrily, his voice carrying into the night before flying off in the opposite direction. His blood was BOILING. He couldn't believe the little wench had just done that!
It was none of her damn business what he could and could not control!
With one final sigh, Mark selected his final choice for the night, knowing he wouldn't try again for a fourth time. He landed on the pavement quietly, smiling wickedly when the woman's eyes fastened on him and turned on the charm.
Before he had gotten too far, Cerri appeared on the street in a Human/Vampiress form, combining the two. Her hair was swaying with the light wind, her hands shoved into the pockets of a thigh high black leather jacket, a pair of leather pants encasing her toned legs. She smiled when the woman looked at her, holding out a hand.
'Taker wanted to lie and play games, she had time to spare.
She took the woman's hand, pulling her towards her. A second later, Cerri was staring at him, watching as his face contorted in anger as the woman clung to Cerri like she was an antidote to death.
"Now I'm a bitch." She said softly, caressing the woman's hair before looking down into her eyes. "Beautiful…" She murmured just before snapping her neck. For the most part, Cerri was like most Pixies: kind and all that. Though the demoness and vampiress tended to emerge most on this plane.
In seconds Mark had grabbed Cerriwyn once more by her throat, hoisting her into the air and squeezed until her face began to turn purple -just like her hair.
"Do NOT fuck with me." He growled. "Stop taking what is mine and get lost!" He shoved her away, watching impassively as she landed hard and turned, disappearing into the night.
A roar of anger followed him.
Where the human had stood was a deep green, scale covered beast. Huge, tattered black wings sprouted from the beasts shoulders, fangs descending past it's lower lips. It's slanted eyes glowed red, burning with hell fire. Claws shot out from it's fingers and toes, the arches of it's legs snapping as joints readjusted, the creature now walking on the balls of it's feet.
A second later, Mark was flying towards the sun, his trench coat and flesh of his shoulders impaled on those talons.
He struggled, twisting and turning, finally having to give up the leather coat and slip out of it. When he'd landed, his vision was red.
Saying he was pissed would have been a serious understatement.
