A/N: I have a soup bottle.

Disclaimer was put up at the beginning.

Let's begin, shall we?

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Mutsuki felt strength flowing into him as he lapped at the liquid from the humans arm. As clarity returned to him, so did the realization of what he was doing. Abruptly he pushed the arm away and vigorously wiped his mouth.

'Damn humans,' The raven haired man thought bitterly, 'damn them for what they've made me.' Mutsuki took a deep breath in and tried his best to calm the tremors that shook through his being. The Dark Stalker took a deep breath in and slowly let it out, examining the memories he got from her blood. While it was crass to drink the blood of mortals, Mutsuki had to admit it had its perks. In addition to giving large boosts of energy, it allowed the demon who was drinking it to examine memories and moments that the mortal experienced.

Sorting through her memories into things that were of utmost importance he learned that it had been four hundred and thirteen years since he had last walked the earth. The world had advanced in ways that even he couldn't predict.

Mutsuki stared at the sleeping girl, debating on what to do next. On one hand, he could keep her alive and use her as a source of information and a potential energy source.

And on the other hand was the fact that he hated humans with a passion, and he was sorely out of practice with killing things. Making up his mind, the Dark Stalker raised his hand, preparing to make it as quick as he could. As much as he hated humans, he wasn't a barbarian; a clean death was something most people deserved.

'And she did free me from the seal.' He thought dryly. Preparing to sever the girl's neck from her head, Mutsuki moved quickly. His hand shot out, aiming for the sleeping girl's throat...

He was forced to stop an inch away, the pale flesh of the human's neck dangerously close to his razor sharp nails. There was a barrier, he could sense that much. Mutsuki cursed aloud; this had his grand-nephew's stench all over it. Carefully the Dark Stalker tested his powers, pleased when he found that there were no adverse effects. Focusing his powers, he searched for the obstacle.

It was a holy object, and judging from the amount of purity and protection it radiated, it was probably blessed by one of the apostles.

That or he was more weak than the originally thought. Mutsuki dismissed the thought instantly; there was no way he was that weak.

'So then I'm left with option number one.' He thought. Closing his eyes once more he relaxed and began sifting through her memories, reviewing on the language that she spoke.

A/N: I love this.

Because I really don't have a word limit

Unlike STN

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