Sorry, It's a Habit (Charles)

[Kyon Girard]

"Oh yes..." With a deep sigh, Kyon fell back in her seat, hand lifting above her head as she watched it. "You did taste good." Slowly, she pressed her fingers to her lips, feeling the slippery texture of the still wet blood on her fingers, before slipping her tongue out to lick her hand clean. "Just like sugar I suppose." Not that she would really know, as she generally tried to avoid human food. It was terribly unhealthy for vampires to eat much 'normal' meals, so she tried not to eat a bite of any, as she liked to be in the best physical condition, just incase the opportunity for a kill came along. Though she wasn't really looking for another meal tonight, having just consumed the most delicious human's blood. The corpse of the woman she'd taken earlier lay a mile or so out on the field that lay abreast to the road she was now on. She would like to stick around to see when others in the village found the body, but she couldn't risk staying out and letting the sun get her. Instead, she would have to satisfy herself with the human's blood still on her hands.

For a while, Kyon contented herself with suckling on her fingers, but once all the taste of blood was gone, now only the stale, saltiness of her own skin, she found herself growing a little restless. Perhaps just one kill tonight wouldn't be enough. She certainly had enough energy to go after someone new, but there was no one just walking by themselves, and she wasn't keen on sneaking into a stranger's home and pulling the from her bed. That might draw the attention the nieghbor's or other people who lived in the household. And, she wasn't near any houses at the moment, so she would have to drive or walk to a group of homes then take her prey to somewhere secluded. No good.

The Boroughs weren't the ideal hunting grounds, of course. The people were very sparse, but out here there was little to no competition and it was easy pickings. And the wide fields out here gave her such a range to chase people down in. Because, really, the chase was the best part. It gave you the biggest rush of adrenaline, that high that the hunter craved. Kyon hadn't quite gotten to that high tonight, not quite. The woman she'd taken had struggled much, or ran, in fact she'd been near complacent, if you ignored the fact that she'd bawled and pleaded the entire time. If she could just find someone else, someone fit, determined...

"Fat chance," she commented to the open air, rolling down her car windows and resting one of her arms outside of the car. No one replied, even though she had hoped for a second that maybe they would tell her where to find such prey. It was just as quite as ever, the only sounds the faint spring breeze and a few dozen very vocal crickets. She thought that the sound of those insects would be much better if they were little screams of terror, like a symphony of pain. Even she realized that it was a little sick to think, but she'd had a very fucked up childhood, it was only expected that she had a demented mind.

Another sigh left her, this one not so happy, more exasperated and inpatient. The vampire had the itch to hunt, to chase. Not necessarily to kill, but to get her hands in a little more blood, to see that crimson liquid flowing onto the soft earth. The thought made a dreamy expression float over her face, her body relaxing down into her seat. But she quickly shook herself back into alertness, just in case someone came by, so that she wouldn't miss them and they got too far away. Though it was highly unlikely anyone would come by. It wasn't too late, only around 10 o'clock, but Surrey was so far out of the way, it could be deserted until the morning came.

[charles]

Charles had no real reason to be in Surrey tonight, it was really just mindless wandering. He was letting everything he had experienced in London so far brew in his mind. The chances first of all at running into a single soul were extremely limited. Even if it was a holiday or a bloody beer feast, almost no one would be in Surrey. The damn place was deserted, and Charles liked the quiet. His mind rolled back its memory to the bar where he met Nisha, a brilliant woman if you asked him. Hopefully, she would want to arrange a second meeting with him. A random shoot out with a Werewolf, and the woman Nessa finding him. It was all so strange so far, Scotland and London were extremely opposite places. It was always cloudy in London, and it rained so much that it actually depressed people. Scotland had sunshine, and people laughed and had fun, people would run through fields of flowers and scatter the crows.

Randolph checked that everything was okay. His Kimber was in his belt and he smirked, he loaded it just an hour ago, and hasn't shot yet. This evening was cool, not a shocker really, London was always cool in the evening. Winter, fall, spring, or summer the place was cool in the evening. You give an example of a night that isn't and Charles Xavier would become your slave. It was a figure of speech, not literal of course. If someone really did give Charles the evidence there is no way in hell he would submit to being someones damn slave. A slave? That is like the lowest of lows, that is the worst job imaginable to Charles, being bossed around by a stuck up rich man. Charles strolled into and open field getting some fresh air really, he planted his hands in his deep jean pockets. He was wearing a black muscle shirt, and jeans this evening, also typical for this man.

After a moments stroll he felt the breeze push against his solid figure. Cold...why is it always bloody cold. He needed to run or something, get in a fight, something to warm him up. This was the perfect place too, no spectators, and no one to see him die. Recently after seeing a Werewolf out shoot him and move like lightening. After seeing Nisha beat the shit out of a pretty stacked man, Charles was determined that people in London were a lot tougher and aggressive than those at home in Scotland. It was funny actually, to see just how new to England Charles really was, and to see him here of all places? If someone took him to Scotland, he would be the king, and they would be the lost buffoon. The faint light of his sports watch told him it was five past ten, it was only a matter of time before his crazed idea to come out here would wear off and he would go home.

With an odd notice, Charles saw in the distance what looked like a large dark mass. He took caution very quickly, he was not one to let his guard drop, especially in a place where someone could attack him from any position. Slowly his hand slid back and the tip of his slender finger touched the cold steel of his Kimber. It was probably nothing, it just seemed that recently Charles let even the slightest things bother him. With senses tuned in finely, Charles heard the trees moving with the wind playfully. It was almost like a game, the wind and trees played, it gave that whooshing noise, that eerie noise one hears when walking alone at night. In the very far distance were the annoying chirp of crickets. It was perfect for a horror movie, the set up was to kill for. If only a film crew could be out here, a guy alone in a field in Surrey, crickets, trees, wind. Charles let out a soft chuckle, audible, but faint, one would have to listen hard to hear it.

Now, he was closer to the large dark mass, squinting his eyes he finally got an outline, and some definition to the dark blob. It was a car...A bloody car in the middle of a field in Surrey? He was still far enough away that someone inside would have to strain to see him. Charles was a little bit scared to get closer and he noticed that he had his hand wrapped around the steel handle of his Kimber. It was instinct really, when danger arose, he reached back for his pistol, especially in this bloody city. Charles let his senses probe out and search for a sign of any life in the car, not that he really had any special senses or anything, he just had a very good observational skill that he trained himself. It was what kept him alive all these years, the ability to notice things that were slightly askew in the matter at hand. Charles watched the car closely, almost as if it were going to do a magic trick saying, haha I tricked you I am not real, good one eh? But that wasn't going to happen, this was a real solid car.

[Kyon Girard]

Restless with pent up energy, Kyon found herself nibbling on her middle finger, just to have something to d. She should have gone into the city by now, knowing how plentiful prey would be there, especially since it wasn't too late. But these fields held too much opportunity and she didn't want to miss the chance of actually finding someone out her. Before long, she grew bored with sitting still where she was ad decided to at least move the car to a more occupied area.

"Oops," she gasped, having dragged her finger against a fang on her way to grabbing her keys. Blood dripped from the thin gash, but she didn't lick it up to clean the skin and start it healing. She was far too fascinated with the wound to be rid of it and instead let it bleed freely.

Before turning the car on, the vampire leaned out of the window, pulling the cold night air into her lungs to sooth a slightly dry throat, but then she paused. A slow smile spread over her lips, teeth baring themselves to the dark in a dangerous grin. Just as she was about to leave, there happened to be a human nearby. What luck. Hopefully, the mortal was fit and a fighter; they were always the funnest. She knew that they would be close enough to see the car, maybe even see her inside, but the small rise of the field next to the road blocked her view of whoever it was. It was time to get their attention.

Kyon twisted to face the steering wheel and the turned the keep in the ignition, just enough so that engine sputtered half to life, but did not fully turn over. She proceeded to do this a few more times, feinting that her car had stalled. "Oh no, someone needs help." It was barely a whisper, as if the human might hear her. Of course that wasn't possible, mortals having such poor hearing. While from time to time, she would love to turn off her very sensitive hearing, it was rather helpful, as you could imagine. Anyone who tried to sneak up behind her could have a knife in their throat before she had even seen their face. The only downside was not being able to sleep because your neighbors were too loud, well, former neighbors.

Now out in the fresh air, once again, the vampire stretched her arms and legs, getting ready for a scuffle or run; whichever came first. She checked her jacket pocket for her knife. It was still there, the blade secured in the handle, the slight weight of it giving her a slight sense of power. Usually, she didn't use knives, preferring to maim with her hands and teeth, but she wasn't looking to bite the human or get close to killing him, so the switchblade would be in great use. Though the weapon would stay concealed for now, she liked to chat up her victims a little before attacking them, just to understand what kind of person they were.

Putting on the innocent, distressed traveler act, Kyon made her way to the field, trying to keep her eyes from focusing on the dark blob that indicated where the human was standing. No human could see that far, so for now, neither could she. When she got closer, to where the vampire believed that she could be seen herself, her arms came up to wrap around herself, to ward off the chill that she did not feel. Now she let her attention be diverted toward the man as she focused in on him, making a bee line toward him, one of her hands lifting into the air to give him a small wave. She took the time that it would take to reach him to look him over. He was rather handsome, and very fit, for a mortal at least, and the way he carried himself gave her the impression that he had a sort of mental toughness that would be hard to break. Eventually, she would be able to break him, but she just wasn't sure how long that would take.

"Hey," Kyon gasped, playing at being out of breath, "um..." she paused, standing slightly awkward with most of her weight resting on one foot and arms crossed tight over her chest. "My car seems to have broken down," She gestured back toward the road, taking a deep breath, which was difficult, considering how very little she used her lungs. However, she made it seem as effortless as if she did it every second of every day. "Do you think you could come help me?"