:: The Collector :: [Yzge'ek]

[Cillian Amir]

Recently for no other reason than he can Cillian has started collecting little trophies of the people he has killed; teeth, small bones, jewelry and even the skull of a vampire. He kept them all in a small room in the run down building that could barely pass as been called a home. Though since his little meeting with the vampire Kyon he has taken to cleaning it up a little bit, making sure that people are killed in one of the bathrooms so to make the clean up that little bit easier and has cleared the broken glass from the hallway leading down to the room he spends most of his time in, instead installing small security cameras that feed to close circuit screen in the room. The outside is still a dump. Broken windows, a missing front door and an overgrown lawn still give off that feeling of forboding even if the inside is just that little bit cleaner. What's to stop people from just walking in since there is no front door? The reputation that the house and it's occupant, Cillian, have gained in the area. Everyone knows that he is not someone to be messed with, that when the house is left empty it is laden with all maner or booby-traps. People say that he keeps newly turned and half starved vampires in rooms and if anyone goes in those room they will be torn to pieces. This is of course untrue but Cillian is not one to deny such fantastical stories, certainly not if tehy stop people snooping around.

Presently Cillian is kneeling over the body of a newly deceased werewolf, the creature stuck somewhere between human and wolf as Cillian had murdered it while it was changing. He had chased the wolf into Windsor Castle after stalking it for an hour or so. This interested Cillian greatly, the deformed skull of a werewolf that hadn't done changing would be a great addition to his collection. From a little bag besdie him Cil' takes out a surgical scalpel and with great care starts to cut away the flesh and muscle, casually tossing it aside for the scavengers of the area to pick up. He even hums to himself while doing this as if it's the most normal thing someone could be doing in the middle of the night.

After taking out the bones of the hand and ribs Cillian moves onto the skull. Here he is more careful, not wanting to put cuts into the bone. If the person he had killed had been a human Cillian would have taken to digesting some of the flesh as he went along but he had chosen a werewolf to be his target so he had to do his best to not ge the blood in his mouth. "Now how am I going to get the blood and flesh off of this skull hmm Marcus? Do you think perhaps we could put it on an ant hill and have them do our work for us". The smaller bones of the fingers are easier to clean off and wrap up in some cloth.

Using a canteen of water Cillian washes the blood of the werewolf from his hands, having been careful to not get any on his clothes. "Alright Marcus we'll come back here in a few hrs and see what kind of job the ants have done on this skull". Carrying it carefully Cillian calmly walks down the flights of stairs in the castle and exits through the front doors. Finding an ant hill under some rose bushes Cillian gently places it on top, letting the blood drip into the hole to rile up the insects. "No what should we do while we wait?". He looks to one side for a moment. "No going home won't do, I'd prefer to stick around to collect the skull when it's done, leaving for too long could leave it open to been found and picked up by someone else".

[Yzge'ek]

It was the blood that caught Yzge'ek's attention. Sweet, fragrant and sticky, there was something about it that attracted her in both forms, much like the ants she went to investigate the intoxicating aroma. The smell was enough to coax the normally cautious predator into a structure of stone with far too many places for other beasts to skulk. But she found the kill. Fresh. Blood was always best when it was, though it was already starting to cool and thicken. Looking more like the girl next door than the monster she was, the blond squatted down over the corpse of a werewolf, half turned.

The subject itself was not interesting. Werewolves killed each other over territorial disputes all the time. No, it was how the meat was rendered that caught her interest. Someone had taken the time to remove the shanks and best cuts with accuracy just to get at the bones. Fingers missing, skull gone. Normal werewolves did not do such things. Yzge'ek hummed thoughtfully, the sound almost becoming something of an animal's huff as she ran her fingertips over the blood and gave it a testing lick.

Yes. Too old. Coagulated. But it gave her a hunger that she could not quite resist, with deft hands she pulled out some of the deeper, warmer tissues and mawed them down quickly, she would have eaten until her stomach was sated. But her feast was cut short by the sound of a voice in the distance. The killer? Maybe. She swallowed her mouthful of flesh and bristled. But more than anything, she was curious. What sort of creature left the meat, but took the bones? Just killing she could understand. Killing to eat. Yes. But just for prizes?

Yzge'ek licked her lips as clean as she could manage, and headed down the stairs, watching carefully as a male stood among the rose bushes. It was hard to tell if the odor was just in her nose or this guy had been at the kill. The smell of blood was everywhere. In the bushes, on her hands, in her mouth...everywhere. He was speaking to someone that wasn't there, or maybe talking in third person. A mad man.

Of course.

Only the insane would stay in a place like this, scented with blood, talking about keeping skulls. Skulls! The prize collector. She kept her distance and stared, unaware that she looked more a sight than the man in front of her.

[Cillian Amir]

Been engrossed in finding a good place to put the skull of the werewolf Cillian didn't hear the approach of Yzge'ek. When satisfied with that the skull is in a place where the ants are bound to find it and strip it clean Cillian stands up and looks around slowly. The figure of the woman catches his attention. She had come out of the old castle, perhaps she had found his victim, if she had she certainly doesn't look too upset about it. As usual he is barefoot and wearing the most basic of clothing; jeans and a t-shirt. He stands looking at the woman for a minute or two then takes a few steps towards her. "Little lady what are you doing here?". He isn't one to judge her based on her appearance. Yzge'ek may look like a blond beauty but she could well be a skilled killer, just as most who would think that Cillian is just some street bum or junkie.

"Don't take any notice of that", he points back at where the skull had been put, "It's nothing, just a little hobby that I've recently taken up". Wiping dirt off his hands onto his jeans Cillian moves a bit closer to the woman. "So what are you doing in a place like this, a run down castle. Did you see my little bit of handy work back indoors? Had to be plenty careful with that one there what with it been a wolf and all, got to be careful not to get a bit of blood of that in my system". So she now knows that he's a vampire, but Cillian doesn't care that she knows. This woman could be a hunter or a wolf looking to take out vampires and Cillian would do all he could to entice the woman. Cillian is the kind of vampire that loves the dangers and risks of getting himself into situations that could well get him killed; stepping out into sunlight, fighting wolves.