:: Hush Hush, Here Comes the Boogey Man :: -- KEEP

[Cillian Amir]

(OPEN)

Everything about the building feels wrong, like no one should be going anywhere near it. Windows are smahed or missing and the front door is hanging off its hinges. Still ever hour or so someone would go in, then ten minutes later come out looking slightly woozy and holding something small in their hand. Sometimes whoever went in didn't come back out. The ones who didn't come back out had been killed either for pissing off the inhabitant of the building or simply because he felt like killing them. Such is the nature of Cillian Amir. He will kill simply for the fun of it and holds no regrets or remorse for what he does, it's impossible to guilt him out over his actions. Even amongst vampires he is seen as a bit... extreme.

In the darkness Cillian sits on the floor with a human laying beside him, her breathing swallow and labored. "So you thought you'd ask for a little extra, I guess I can give you that". A wicked grin spreads on his lips, his sharp fangs showing. In the blink of an eye Cillian is leaning over the girls body his bleeding wrist pressed to her mouth.

As the girl writhes and screams as the change takes place Cillian just laughs with insane satisfaction that he has ruined another persons life. He will leave this girl to die or if she does somehow survive Cil' would never think of tracking her down, to him she is nothing and not worth any of his time. He laughing stops abruptly whe he hears the sound of movement outside. A quick look at his clock tells him that no one should be coming for another twenty minutes. The girl forgotten for now Cillian stands slowly and cautiously makes his way towards the front door. The building his completely dark, since even for a vampire Cillian has sensative eyes, the dimest of lights making his eyes hurt.

Stopping not from the door Cillian looks outside. He is not scared of getting hurt, but for all he knows it is a hunter or the police just waiting for him to step outside and ambush him. Injury he can deal with but his pride will not allow Cillian to accept that he could die.

[Kyon Girard]

Kyon had heard about this place a few times from her coworkers. Apparently some crazy shit-head lived there, doing drugs and murdering people. That was about the extent of her knowledge on the subject, though it was a bit difficult to find a link between drugs and murder, unless he was always that fucked that he didn't realize that generally killing people was a bad thing. The woman killed people for a living and even she knew most people didn't appreciate it, then again, she'd never had drugs, maybe they made such social blasphemies all right and dandy. Either way, it would be fun to catch this... bastard, doing whatever it was. She would talk with him a bit at first, to gauge his mental capacities, then she'd off him, however easy -or difficult- that might be. It was just the usual night out.

Cautiously -this is not usually a way of describing the things that Kyon does, but there you are, this places freaks even her out- she moved toward the dilapidated building's entrance, waiting for it to collapse any second, as even the slightest breeze sent it creaking. She moved ever closer and closer and just as she was about to put her foot on the porch when a scream stopped her. A tiny small crept onto her face at the sound, remembering a kill from last night, but the expression quickly faded. This wasn't right, the way that scream had sounded. It wasn't one of normal pain, this was different, though she couldn't put her finger on it. Could it be... sexual, in any way? That seemed very unlikely, but there were some very perverse and kinky people in this world. Maybe that woman liked it rough, too rough.

A sort of disgusted grimace had settled across Kyon's face by now at these thoughts, and she backed up a few steps, no longer so sure that she wanted to encounter whatever lived in that house. It seemed too menacing, not at all nice, disturbing. Now, the woman knew that she was sick in the head, but not that much so, she still had some guise of morals about her, and she kept the crazy out of her 'everyday' life.

Yet, she soon found that she didn't have much a choice of meeting the inhabitant of the house as she could hear footsteps approaching from beyond the half-hinged door. He could smell her, she was sure, how else would he know that she was there? She hadn't been making a sound, at least she thought that she hadn't. Perhaps while she had been distracted by that screaming she'd thought something out loud or knocked into something. Whatever it had been, there was no taking it back now, someone had emerged into the faint moonlight.

The man was not at all impressive, he actually looked very scrawny and sort of... sick. The woman guessed that it was the drugs contributing to that last part, they didn't make a person feel so dandy, did they? No, they didn't... And jesus, he reeked. Even from here the scent of stale blood was overpowering, gut-wrenching even. "Well, hello darling." she addressed the man on the porch, smiling slightly and trying at her usual sarcastic, smooth self. It was hard though, this was just too weird.

[Cillian Amir]

Cillian has never bothered much over his personal appearence, probably because he rarely goes anywhere there is enough light to see his features clearly anyway and people expect a drug dealer to be strung out and dodgy looking so why break the illusion. Also the privacy it gives him is nice, unfotunately that privacy is been disturbed. "Look at this Marcus, an intruder has come into our humble abode. How rude to have come uninvited. Oh but she is a vampire, how boring, would have been much more interesting if she were a human or wolf, much more interesting to encounter but we must take what we're given mustn't we Marcus". There is a soft hissing sound, then Cillian laughing. "You are too gentle, too kind which is why I have to be the one to fight to keep us alive". It has never once occured to Cillian that talking to Marcus, or as it would appear to himself, is something that would be seen as weird. For him he is having a perfectly normal conversation; he is talking to Marcus and Marcus is talking back.

He moves closer towards Kyon, for a moment passing through a beam of light; torn jeans and a black shirt are all he wears, even no shoes. Often there have been times when Cillian has walked over broken glass and not even paused to recognise the pain. He pauses for a moment and looks back the way he had come. "Oh dear, looks like she didn't make it. Oh well, I wasn't going to look after her anyway though it does bring up the problem of getting rid of the body". Sighing he turns back around, blinking a couple of time as if he had forgotten that Kyon was there. "Oh yes you, you're here". He totally ignores her 'greeting'. For a vampire his movements are without much grace. Perhaps it has something to do with him feeding mainly off of the blood of druggies and drunks.

"So what are you doing here vampire? You shouldn't be here, you're kind don't need what I'm selling". He is close enough now that Kyon can see his unnaturally coloured eyes; pale red, almost pink. No contacts to make them that way, it's a result of his albonism. "So why have you come into my home vampire? What are you looking for here? Do you think you can be the one to finally kill me. Are you seeking fame an gloy or do you just enjoy killing like we all should".

[Kyon Girard]

Kyon suddenly felt very overdressed in her silky camisole, dark navy pants, and kitten heels, especially since this man wasn't even wearing shoes. Backing up a few small steps, she smoothed out her shirt with a stiff hand, suddenly feeling very conscious of the fact that there wasn't much fabric between her skin and the outside world. Ugh, what if he touched her? She had a vision of blisters forming on a spot on her arm that he might touch, blisters worse than she would receive from prolonged exposure to sunlight. But he wasn't nearly close enough to touch her, even with outstretched arms. That was a relief. Not that his speaking was much better than physical contact.

"...but we must take what we're given mustn't we Marcus."

Oh great, he was schizophrenic. But schizos didn't know they had a double, triple, ect. personality, and this man was all too aware. He was just crazy then, and Kyon could deal with that at least; she understood crazy like the side of her neck, and that was surprisingly well. He would be lost in his own little world for a bit, ignoring her, a stranger. And now he pauses, thankfully, and his next words make a bit of sense.

"Oh dear, looks like she didn't make it. Oh well, I wasn't going to look after her anyway though it does bring up the problem of getting rid of the body."

Kyon bit her lip at this, restraining herself what had happened to the woman, afraid that he would try to show her by demonstration. She wasn't looking to be raped or something, no sir.But alas her silence didn't stop the druggy from focusing his attention back on her.

"Oh yes you, you're here."

It was hard to tell if there was any hint of contempt in his voice, as he spoke very oddly. The woman wasn't exactly sure how to describe, it just seemed to be part of his 'fucked-up-ness'. And yet she continued to just stand in place, staring over at the stranger with what she thought was a slightly curious and amused expression, though she could feel her brow creasing softly in confusion.

"...Do you think you can be the one to finally kill me. Are you seeking fame and glory or do you just enjoy killing like we all should?"

Fame and glory, really? Was his death so valuable? Well, if she'd known this little tid-bit, then that would have definitely been an incentive to come here, as you could always do with more riches. However, she wasn't quite prepared to take down a vampire about her own age, all she had on her was a pocket knife which would not be overly effective on this man. That latter suggestion though, that could work, she adored killing.

"I love a good kill," she smiled slightly, glancing over at his pink iris-ed eyes. The color was very strange, but she knew where it was from, she'd killed an albino once, his blood had tasted a bit disgusting though, like the way a hospital smelled. "I'm good with... making things vanish," she told him, turning her eyes to the dark doorway a ways behind him, thinking back to his comment about needing to get rid of a body. "For a price at least." The woman's eyes shifted back to the stranger, she'll call him Marcus now as it was the only name available, and shot him a quick, malicious grin.

[Cillian Amir]

( Hehe imagine him running around chasing Kyon trying to touch her )

"What's the matter, afraid of getting your hands dirty with the filth of the 'lower class'. You dress far too nicely to be walking around these parts, you'll attract attention and most cetainly it'll be the wrong kind of attention, the kind that can get a person killed". He leans forwards and breaths in. "But you do smell ever so inviting. So sweet". Slowly he advances on Kyon until there is only an arms length between them. Smiling he hold out his hands to her, his hands and fingers covered in dried blood, his fingernails long and dirty. If he actually tried Cillian could probably scrub up quite well, but it wouldn't last long a day tops. Everything about him is primal and savage and any clothes that you put him in will onyl end up torn and dirty before the day's through. His life style makes it far too exspensiv to keep buying new clothes every time his current one get torn so he'll just keep wearing clothes until they literally start to fall apart to a point that he cannot fix. There is however a small storage building somewhere in the West End where Marcus is keeping clothes that someone would actually want to be seen in. Of course these clothes haven't been used in many years and are terribly out of date.

Grinning at her Cillian wriggles his fingers. "You're already dead, unless I can magically summon the sun you're not going to burst into flames just by touching me". But before Kyon can even make a decision Cillian drops his hands and folds them behind his back.

"Like a good kill you say? Do you hunt as to how others say you should or do you hunt as you're meant to, as we're meant to. There is nothing greater on this earth than us and I see vampires grovelling to humans for blood, feeding off of animals. It amazingly pathetic. I ever see a vampire feeding on animal blood I'll kill them out of pure annoyance". His speech has become more coherent now. Cillian looks at her when Kyon mentions that she can 'make things vanish'. "I would be more than able to simply let her body rott in here, but then I'd have to find a new place to live and it's such a pain finding a place that has a basement that is in good condition". "Very well, I will let you help me dispose of her corpse, I don't care where it goes, you could feed it to dogs or wolves for all I care. I doubt they'd get much out of her though, she was a skinny little thing".

There is that hissing sound again, it seems to come from Cillian but there is no sign of him actually making the noise. As the noise is made Cillian developes a slight twitch in his eye. "Fine, just stop making that damned sound". He is silent for a few seconds. "Marcus would like you to actually bury her, say a prayer or something. He's such a sap sometimes, I think that if it weren't for me he'd have died or killed himself as soon as we left the house the night we were turned".

[Kyon Girard]

(( Haha x3 I'm sure she would try to stab his eye out. ))

Oh, God, he really knew how to make Kyon feel uncomfortable. However, she managed to stay very still and not back away from him, straight faced. Even when he commented: "But you do smell ever so inviting. So sweet." She kept herself from shuddering at the thought of him lunging himself at her. Only one of her eyebrows lifted in response to this as if to say Is that so? Damn her habit of showering twice a day, it was starting to attract creepers, at least she still carried her knife with her all the time.

Though when Marcus moved closer, stretching out his hand, the woman stepped back on one foot, leaning away from those disgusting fingers. "You're already dead, unless I can magically summon the sun you're not going to burst into flames just by touching me." No, no she wasn't, but there was still that feeling that he would infect her in some way, with something that would destroy her ability to stay her smooth self in social situations, which would completely ruin her job and reputation.

Move, move, move. she thought, staring at the man's hand and wobbling slightly as one of her heels sunk into a soft patch of earth. Thankfully, he dropped his hand suddenly and clasped it behind his back, letting Kyon relax forward a bit. If he had tried to touch her, she had the feeling she would have whipped out her knife and chopped off a finger. Would have been fun for a second...

"Very well, I will let you help me dispose of her corpse, I don't care where it goes, you could feed it to dogs or wolves for all I care. I doubt they'd get much out of her though, she was a skinny little thing." Kyon smirked softly, reaching a hand into her pants pocket, pressing her fingers against her phone, and ignoring that it sounded as if he'd taken advantage of the girl he'd killed; she sounded malnourished. She wasn't really fair herself when it came to who she killed, but she let them fight a bit anyway, mostly because it was just fun for her to watch them tire themselves out.

The woman opened her mouth to reply when a soft hissing coming from somewhere. She had heard that no more than a minute ago, it was issuing from... Marcus, right? There isn't any sign to suggest that he was making the noise, but it was the only explanation. She would just ignore it though, it wasn't of any importance, at least not right now.

"Marcus would like you to actually bury her, say a prayer or something. He's such a sap sometimes, I think that if it weren't for me he'd have died or killed himself as soon as we left the house the night we were turned".

"Oh?" she said quizzically, frowning a bit, but then she simply shrugged. "Well, alright, I suppose that can be arranged." Still staring at the man oddly, she pulls out her phone, intending to call one of her lackeys to help her with this, yet she stopped. "You've got money, right?" She titled her hand that held her phone to the side, emphasizing the importance of her question. It would have been easy to do it for free, but she was too terribly attached to her money and would want reimbursement once she paid off her 'helpers'.

[Cillian Amir]

He grins as Kyon steps away in repulsion of the thought of touching him. "Hmm, maybe I should take to washing my hands more often and take more care when I'm eating". Of course by eating he doesn't mean it in the normal sense, more of the 'tearing his victims apart with his bare hands' sense. "Perhaps then such lovely specimens such as yourself would not recoil at the mere thought of touching me. Might scrub up and head to a club one night, I hear the girls love the 'bad boy' look these days". He pauses for a moment then shrugs. "It's been far too long since I last went out anywhere very public as myself... For obvious reasons".

Cillian may be reckless but he's not totally stupid. He knows better than to get into a tussle with someone who has a knife or a gun. Blunt weapons such as baseball bats he can deal with but knive and guns stag and can give instant kills. No, Cillian has always seen his death as something great, perhaps going down in a hail of bullets and going down fighting. It certainly will not be some random shooting or stabbing in some dark alleyway or abandoned house. Heaven forbid he be taken down by a human, death itself would not be able to stop him rising from the grave to take out vengeance on the miserable human who happend to kill him. Since Kyon is the only one with a weapon Cillian has opted to simply annoying her rather than doing anything to outright make her want to harm him.

"You look like the kind of girl who likes to drag the death out. You like to see your prey tire themselves out and think that they have some kind of chance of escape. I can see it now, Now me? I like to let my prey know that they aren't getting out of it alive no matter how har they try. There is no mercy or compassion. They show none towards us so why should we show any towards them".

"Yes I'm sorry that you don't get to do something more interesting but if I don't let him get his way Marcus will just go on and on and on about it and he can be so annoying". At the mention of money Cillian looks to one side then back at Kyon. "Yeah I can get you money no problem, easy to break into a few houses or coerce some people into emptying their bank accounts for me, I'm sure I can find something of mine that I can give you as collatoral until you get the money".

[Kyon Girard]

Kyon couldn't help but grin softly at Marcus' words on techniques of murder. Perhaps it would have been wise to note how easily he was reading her, but she had dismissed it quickly, believing that is wasn't her weaknesses that he would be able to find in body language or words. Honestly, she wasn't even really aware of her own character downfalls. Sometimes she supposed that she could get a bit too obsessed with sex, yet it never interfered with her job, so it all worked out, and from time to time she could combine her work with pleasure. Fuck them then stab them in the heart; always fun.

Back to business though, or whatever this meeting had turned into.

"Yes I'm sorry that you don't get to do something more interesting but if I don't let him get his way Marcus will just go on and on and on about it and he can be so annoying."

It was becoming clearer that this man was not, in fact, Marcus, this was someone else, Marc was merely someone in his head. His conscience perhaps? Kyon didn't have one of those, as far as she knew, she was not burdened by a 'good side' to her personality. She was simply herself, and while she could be down right loving, such as with Sage, she could be just as cruel, and both were equally enjoyable, though loving was a bit less so. Perhaps this stranger was the same way but he just liked putting a name to the side of himself he disliked. The only explanation would be that he was schizophrenic, only this did not work because he clearly was not.

"Yeah I can get you money no problem, ... I'm sure I can find something of mine that I can give you as collateral until you get the money."

Kyon nodded, smiling, at this then slid her phone open to dial Grayson's number, seeing as he was one of only vampiric contacts, knowing that he would be up and about this time of night. "Hey there, yah bitch!" came the man's usual greeting once he answered his cell. Kyon ignored the playful insult, too used to it by now, and briefly explained what she needed from him and then provided the address for him. He hung up without saying goodbye, also a trademark of his. He was a crazy old man.

"Assistance will be arriving shortly," she informed Marcus, lips curling softly as she tucked her phone back into her pocket. "Would you mind showing me the body before he gets here?" It wasn't stated so much as a question as a demand, but she tried keep herself polite, as it was the only way to stay on the good side of people.

[Cillian Amir]

Vampires who have encountered Cillian have all tried to come to a conclusion to what exactly is wrong with him. He has what seems like a split personality but unlike most who suffered from the ailment Cillian is very aware of his other side, even conversing with it and identifying it as a separate entity of his mind. Most also agree that Marcus is the original personality, that he was who Cillian was when he was still human.

"Anyone you call to here is to forget the address as soon as they leave. I don't want anyone I don't already know knowing where I live. I like my privacy, I like not having to deal with random strangers coming up to my home. I know every junkie I deal with, if anyone who isn't them comes to my door they will be missing various body parts. Also don't tell them who I am". It didn't occure to him that Kyon didn't actually know his real name. The only name he'd mentioned to her was Marcus's.

He glances from Kyon to down the hallway where he had come from. "Alright, please follow me and we careful where you step". He turns and walks down the hallway. The floor is covered in broken glass. Either a defence or a deterane to stop humans from running out unless they want their feet ripped up. "Don't go into any of the rooms besides the one I'm taking you to". Cillian takes Kyon to one of the rooms in the back of the building where there is hardly any light save that which comes from a very dim lightbulb and some streetlights outside. The girls body is covered in the blood of Cillian and her own, though most would be hers. Clothes are ripped up and her torso, arms and legs are covered in deep scratches. No doubt whatever this girl was experiencing while alive she is far better off now dead. Strange this is that her face is untouched, everywhere else is cut and bitten and bloody but her face appears to have been cleaned. It's surprising that the smell of blood in the room hasn't sweeped out into the rest of the building. "What did you want to see her for anyway? She was just some junkie that no one cared about".

[Kyon Girard]

A quiet smile lit on Kyon's lips as Marcus spoke about not wanting anyone to know where this place was that he lived here. The old man that would be showing up was half-senile, most of the time he wouldn't even remember what he had for breakfast, in fact that only thing he ever seemed to remember was what she told him, what she wanted him to do for her. So if she told him that she needed him to forget about this place, then it would be done, he might even start ranting about how he didn't know he'd gotten to the park. It was all very amusing, if not a bit pathetic. Kyon was immensely glad that she would never get that way, never really growing old.

"You won't have to worry about Grayson," she informed Marcus, glancing up at the house behind him as he did.

"Alright, please follow me and we careful where you step."

She took a few steps after him then stopped on the stairs, not liking the look of the place already, but really what was there to be afraid of? Everything in there would be dead, right? Of course, it would be silly for her not to follow him, and so she did. As soon as she passed through the door, a musky yet metallic and chemical scent hit her, the smell of such an old house mixed in with blood and who the hell knew what. She also noted that there was glass all over the floor, making her wonder how this man managed not to cut off a toe or something. She didn't even feel safe in her own shoes, which really wasn't surprising as they didn't offer much in the way of protection.

"Don't go into any of the rooms besides the one I'm taking you to."

That sounded fair enough, though perhaps a little unnerving, and it made her wonder what he was trying to hide. Not that she had any curiosity toward finding out. Besides, any curiosity she might have had was quashed when she entered the room with the dead girl. She looked really... gross. There was blood everywhere, it could have been a mist in the air by the smell of it, and the body seemed to have been cut wherever a knife could reach. Yet the face was left nearly alone, except for a few splashes of blood over the cheeks and chin.

"What did you want to see her for anyway? She was just some junkie that no one cared about."

Kyon shifted her eyes over to Marcus, lifting an eyebrow softly. "I like to see how other people execute a kill," she shrugged a bit and looked back to the body, "you're rather sentimental, you know? Leaving the face like that..." By 'like that' she meant the expression, it was too alive. The girl's eyes were left wide and her mouth slightly agape; creepy.

[Cillian Amir]

"Good then, can't have too many bodies piling up in the one place the smell would be intolerable and think of the vermin it would attrached, disgusting". It was odd for him to be talking about the state of the house getting out of hand as it seemed to have reached that point already and given his appearance Cillian wouldn't come across as someone who cared about things been dirty. There are rooms in the house that are kept spotless, two of these rooms are where he makes his own brand of drug; a distilled and power form of his own vampiric blood that when ingested by humans gives them the 'buzz' of been a vampire. The rooms have to be kept clean to stop anything from contaminating the blood he draws from himself. He sells to some of the higher up humans and if they were to get sick or even die from the drug that he is selling to them well, he can only imagine the force that would come down on him. As for the glass and how he managed to avoid it, the simple answer is that he doesn't. Cillian just walks over the glass the pain of the sharp edges cutting into the soles of his feet barely phasing him. None of the shards are big enough to seriously injure him, given his vampiric healing abilities, the worst they'll do is just tear up his soles a bit. A human however would find themselves crippled after a few steps down this hallway.

Cillian walks over to the girls body and kneels beside her, moving her head to one side to look at the bite mark on her neck. There was no way she would have survived the change in this state. Changing from human to vampires puts immense strain on the body and having already been weak from torture and blood lose. "I think she would have made a nice one, she had beauty". "If you ever find a body that looks like it's been attacked by a wolf but has the face untouched then it's most probably one of mine. Some part of Marcus must come through that stops me from demolishing the face, not all the time but one in every... five as the face intact at the end". Sighing softly he stands up and goes to stand beside Kyon, looking around the room. "This is going to take a bit of time to clean up. Should have done it in the bath or shower, least then there's water to clean the mess away".

[Kyon Girard]

"Good then, can't have too many bodies piling up in the one place the smell would be intolerable and think of the vermin it would attracted, disgusting."

Kyon laughed shortly at this, having just glanced about her and seeing that the place really was already disgusting. And hadn't he not too long ago seriously considered, and without much regret, just leaving the body there to rot and be eaten by animals? Bipolar little leech... She supposed she could understand it thought; whatever option was more convenient would be preferred. Abandoning the house and finding a new one would have been simpler for him, needing not worrying about cleaning, but now the cleaning could be done for him. He'd just have to sit back and pay a bit of money for it, then he wouldn't have to be concerned with moving any sort of operations he had set up here.

"If you ever find a body that looks like it's been attacked by a wolf but has the face untouched then it's most probably one of mine. Some part of Marcus must come through that stops me from demolishing the face..."

With a bit of a shake of her head and a soft smirk, the woman glanced up. She wasn't going to comment, knowing it would do much help and not wanting to accidentally insult him, though it seemed that that might be difficult. She did find it a bit pathetic that he couldn't gain total control over this other part of him, and always get done what he intended to do. If Kyon had any sort of problem, she couldn't hold the sort of job she did, now could she? Perhaps if she knew exactly what was up with this Marcus character, she would be less critical, but for now, she saw it as she wanted to.

"This is going to take a bit of time to clean up. Should have done it in the bath or shower, least then there's water to clean the mess away."

Nodding in agreement, the vampire lifted one foot that was resting in the edge of a puddle of blood, uck, she'd have to clean her heels. "Wouldn't it just be nice to have a huge tiled room with a drain in the center and hose for this sort of thing?" In fact, thinking of that, she might be able to get that arranged, if she had a basement dug out for such a thing. She'd have to speak to Griffith and see if that was allowed, because it certainly would entertain her greatly. She'd even be able to entertain other vamps in such a place if she desired.

"You won't really have to worry about cleaning any of it up yourself though," she told him, standing straight and looking around at the blood spattered walls, "Grayson will do as much as I ask him, he's surprisingly very loyal." A few moments were quiet before Kyon finally brought up what had started to bug her. "What is your actual name, anyway?"

[Cillian Amir]

"A room made entirely of tiles with a pressure hose and drains, now that does sound like a good idea. I wonder if I can find a morgue or old slaughter house to use, they may be out of the way which would make getting the targets there more difficult but if it's easier to get rid of them and the mess in the end then I think it would be worth the effort". He looks at Kyon, an expression of what could be happiness or satisfaction on his face. "If I find such a place would you want to use it too? I wouldn't mind sharing with you, and you've been so accomodating already with helping me it seems only fair that I'd give you some reward besides money for your efforts".

"So you've taken to keeping a human as a little pet, an errand boy so to speak? Seems only right. They are the weaker and inferior race so why shouldn't they do what we tell them to do. Only thing they have on their side is the sun, and even that wouldn't stop us if we really tried. Imagine if every vampires in London attacked at once, humans wouldn't stand a chance". This is an idea that often runs through Cillians mind, though like most mad men that have delusions of grandure they never actually carry through with their plans. Doesn't mean that if it did actually happen he wouldn't take part, just that he probably wouldn't be the one to have started it all.

The question of his actual name makes Cillian appear to become visably uncomfortable. "We're not sure exactly who existed first. Marcus is adament that is was him and that I only came into existance after he was turned. I prefere to think that I was always in his mind, always there guiding him through life and giving him strength when he was weak from illness. Since I am the one who is in 'control' most of the time we go by the name I call myself by". Cillian thinks for a moment. "Why don't you talk to him yourself". Without any sign of change the shift between Cillian and Marcus occurs.

"Oh god what has he done"

Slowly he looks around the room, a look of fear on his face. "The girl was just walking home, she was just...". Shakily he stands up and looks at Kyon. "I am Marcus Amir. I like to think that I am the personality that was the original before Cillian came along. I think Cillian was really my middle name". He steps away from the body, genuinly disgusted to be anywhere near it. "I shouldn't complain, it's rare that he lets me have control. This must all seem very confusing to you, it's hard to explain to most people. You'll find that I am quite the opposite of Cillian, where he is violent and anger I am the more peaceful and passive type"

[Kyon Girard]

Kyon was quite glad to see that Marcus was just as intrigued by this enclosed killing space as she was herself. "If I find such a place would you want to use it too? I wouldn't mind sharing with you, and you've been so accommodating already with helping me it seems only fair that I'd give you some reward besides money for your efforts."

A soft grin revealed the edges of her sharp canine teeth and she relaxed her weight onto one hip, slipping her thumbs into her waistband. "I would love that, darling," she muttered, looking around her and imagining the walls and floor covered in tile, so easy to clean up. Suddenly, this house didn't seem quite so disgusting, it was much more exciting in a way.

"So you've taken to keeping a human as a little pet, an errand boy so to speak? Seems only right."

The woman's eyes shifted over to the other vampire at this, lifting an eyebrow, which it seemed she was doing a lot lately. "He's actually very old, rather senile..." And he wasn't a slave, not even close. He could refuse to work for her one day, but then she would have to kill him because he knew far too much about her. It would have been safer to keep him as a sort of slave, but she wouldn't be committed enough to keep a slave in order. She would probably leave them locked up in a basement and forget about them until they died of starvation. As for having a boy as an assistant, that would just be silly because he'd be far too weak in body and mind.

"Imagine if every vampires in London attacked at once, humans wouldn't stand a chance." Now that, she thought, would be disaster, fun for a little while perhaps, all of that destruction. But later, she wouldn't be able to get herself cleaned up and proper as she liked to be, so she was happy to let the humans and wolves run the day as they did.

Now at the mention of Marcus' actual name, he grew visibly uncomfortable, his whole body grew stiff. Kyon felt that this could become fun. "Why don't you talk to him yourself?"

Apparently, she didn't have much of a say as to whether she wanted to speak to the real Marcus or not, though she really did, so this was perfectly alright that his personality suddenly switched. And it was a hugely dramatic switch.

"Oh god what has he done."

A wide, cynical grin spread over the woman's face at this and she muttered under her breath. "Damn..." So far, she was enjoying this personality of his much more. It was so nervous and scared of everything, he was probably even easy to manipulate like this. And with his scruffy appearance, he looked so helpless, so weak. She wondered if she could scare this Marcus enough that the other personality, Cillian was it?, would snap right back to take over.

"You'll find that I am quite the opposite of Cillian, where he is violent and anger I am the more peaceful and passive type."

Well, of course, that was easy enough to spot without him saying so, just by the way he moved away from the dead girl, you could see that this was a completely and utterly separate person. Someone that she hoped would be fun to bother and make even more uncomfortable. If Cillian happened to jump back in before she had finished with her fun, she wouldn't mind, he was just as interesting. Instead of replying with words to anything that Marcus had said, Kyon bent down and ran her fingers through the blood puddle at her feet, covering their tips. She then moved closer to the man, holding the hand up by her chest and rubbing her fingers together, loving the sticky feel of the blood on her skin.

[Cillian Amir]

There is a sense of pride at Kyon calling him 'darling'. For Kyon it was probably something she called most men but that didn't matter to Cillian, it's enough for him to make his ego grow that little bit bigger. "You will always be welcome if I do set up such a place". Maybe this is his way of trying to romance someone or be flirtatious. Around female vampires he has never been that good at wooing them, human females been more his forte as they are easier to draw in with his vampiric allure and get under his 'spell'. "Old and senile would make him easier to control and keep in line. A younger and more able minded human would have thoughts of fighting back, rebelling and trying to escape but one such as the human you have in your service is... not loyal, but knows that if you are displeased by his actions you'll get rid of him so perhaps it's out of fear that he continues to serve". "I think that I would like one that would fight back at least a little, make it more fun to try to break them in, to get them under my total control".

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Marcus watches Kyon run her fingers through the blood puddle, when she moves close to him he take a few steps back. Though the smell of the blood was appealing to his vampire senses he never liked the way Cillian went about getting it. The times that he has been in control for some amount of time he has always gone to blood banks at hospitals to get the blood, that way he didnt' have to kill or hurt anyone to get it. Marcus had liked the strength that the vampire blood had given him when he was been fed it in small doses by his sire and wanted to become a vampire, but he never expected that it would cause Cillian to come into existance. If he'd known then he never would have let her give him the blood in the first place, never would have let her give him a taste of what it would be like to not be as sick and weak as he was.

"Please don't come near me with that on your hands, I want to stay as far away from her body and anything to do with it as much as I can". For a moment his eyes flick between the girls bloody body and the blood on Kyons fingers. As Cillian the smell doesn't bother him at all having been used to it, but for Marcus the smell is over-powering and since he is not very often the one in control the ability to ignore the smell and draw of the blood is not great in him. "Please can we leave this room for a moment, I don't want to be around her or this".Marcus walks past Kyon out of the room, leaning against the wall but the smell of the blood is still so strong, the whole house to him reeks of it. "How do you they do it, how do you live with that smell always been around you".