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SHARK

"Stay on my good side and I just might let you live."

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a character in “Safe”, originally authored by Ville.Sunfall, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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You can't trust water: Even a straight stick turns crooked in it. And a rock loses it's shape, if it sits to long in the water.


You'll need me, wait and see. And I will deceive you, make you hate me, until you love me.



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Full Name:
Same(Saw-May) Suijin "They call me Shark. It is easier that way and I prefer it."

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Race: The Water Deity

Hair Color: "Short Shag and Black"

Eye Color: Blachish

Height: 5'11 feet

Weight: 140

Physical Description:
"You see the pictures? Good. Then you get it."



You don't drown by falling in the water; you drown by staying there.



My words will always cut you, but you will see why I said them.

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Likes
"Quiet, Left Alone, Reptiles, Black Animals"

Dislikes
"Anything and Everything that isn't on my list of Likes."

Element: Water

Powers:
Anything to do with water. Ice, Healing Water, Water (Creating or Controlling), Black Sea (Poisonous Water)

Power Cost(s):
The cost of his powers limit him to touching things with his hands. If he ever touches someone with his hands he could kill them with the Black Sea. Which is why he keeps his gloves on. He can touch you, just not with his hands for too long. His goggles, that he wears are for his Healing water. It tends to get so bright it burns the eyes. Which is why his eyes have a silver/gray tent to them. He burnt them one day nearly going blind, but it gave him the ability to have night vision.

Weakness(es)
Healing Water. It takes his own life force away when he uses it, he won't die if he drains his life force, but he will go unconscious for long periods of time. Black Sea is his other weakness, it poisons people, but it also takes their life force away, giving it to him, what makes it his weakness is, he wont use it, which can probably kill him one day if he ever truly needed it. His temper is another weakness, if you piss him off he just might kill you, whether it kills him or not, he will do it if you push him wrong.

Personality:
He is a kind creature, relaxed, gentle, and soothing, but also harsh and cold, and cruel. He is very judgmental. He also has a very bad temper and will always show it well. Last time he got so mad he has killed a few people from it.

History/Bio:
Shark's history is pretty bad. Which is why he is now going to this new school. Before going to this school he would always end up killing someone accidentally once every year, all because they pushed the wrong buttons on him. He has no control over his powers once he gets fused up and pissed beyond all reasoning. His eyes will dark over and it is as if he is never there. This all started when he was 5 years old and someone said something about his parents. He ended up killing the boy with just a grip of the arm, before he knew what his powers could do, he killed the boy. No one new the reason to the kids death, no one but Shark. He didn't know what happened but he knew it was his fault.

Ever since then, he had problems with his temper, and every time someone would push him to far, he kills them unwillingly or maybe desiring. This would happen every year at least once a year. The year he was 10 years old he ended up killing his parents, accidentally due to a huge fight they were all having. In a heap of panic some how he found out how to use his Water Healing powers. It ended up knocking him unconscious for about a month and the light from it ended up blinding him for half a year, when he was able to see again, he was able to see at night some how. His parents did live thanks to him, but also almost died thanks to him.

When the Ashton Manor heard of his gift, they helped him with his problem. Giving him gloves and goggles to help protect himself and others. What is interesting about Shark is, he is the only one in his whole entire family with these kinds of powers.

I will cut you dry, until you beg to drink me.

So begins...

SHARK's Story

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Alethea slept soundly in the bed she had been given the night before. Enveloped in the comfortingly warm sheets, Alethea was ignorant to the conversation going on downstairs, and unaware of the brisk chill outside. As she slept, Alethea was almost completely still, except for the occasional shift when the blankets entangled her ankles. In sleep, her face was nearly angelic. Her red hair fanned out around her head like a wreath or a crown, and her face was void of cares or pains. She looked completely at ease. Her pale skin looked like ivory, so fragile that anything so simple as a smile would crack her flawless skin.

The creak of a floorboard made her shift, rolling onto her side and burying her face in the multitude of pillows that supported her head. As she moved, the blanket that was covering her slipped from the beautiful, solid oak double bed to land with a soft rustle on the rug. Dressed in red silk pajamas, and asleep in the most comfortable bed she had ever had the pleasure of resting on before, Alethea was unconscious in a whole world of luxury that she had never experienced before.

A sudden chill on the bare skin of her ankle made Alethea shift again, and as she did, she awoke. With no recollection of the previous night, Alethea mumbled incoherently into the pillow before raising a hand and rubbing her bleary eyes. She groaned gently in habitual denial of the morning's chores, but when the sound wasn't replied to with a sharp reminder of her duties by her mother, Alethea paused. With her head still buried in the multitude of pillows, memories of the night before sluggishly came to her.

She remembered working on the farm, the previous afternoon. And then a man had come to her, and bewildered by his silvered words, Alethea had joined him in his car. Not once did she remember questioning the strangers identity, or intentions, nor did she remember his name. They had driven, and although Alethea knew she asked many questions of him, she also knew in retrospect that he had circled around, confusing and confounding her until she became convinced that he had answered them, when now she knew that it was nothing more than riddles. And then they had pulled up outside an old manor house, and Alethea had gone in with him. By then it was darkness, and in the luxurious mansion, Alethea remembered catching glimpses of other people in states of confusion just like herself. And then, somehow, she had gotten into bed and slept.

With a start, Alethea sat up sharply and looked around in momentary panic. Where was she? Hesitantly she called out, her mind still foggy and sleepy.

"Hello?"

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Image Shark had woken up straight from a bad dream, I wouldn't call it a nightmare, it was more just a bad dream, something not enough to make it even a dream, it had woken him up, by tossing him onto the floor with a loud hard thud. The front of him was smash into the floor as he made a loud groan. "Shit..not again." Slowly sitting up and turning to sit down on his ass, he leaned his back against the bed, rubbing his face from the hurt that it came from after falling off the bed.

For some reason in the process of hitting the floor and waking up, he had no memory of going to bed or what had happened. And from the looks of the room. He didn't want to remember or even try. He pushed that thought out of his head fast. "Nope, I could careless. The less I know the better." He looked at his hands and sighed. "But if who ever took me is here for my powers, good luck with that."

Shark didn't know much about his powers, he only knew what he had learned in the past of his powers. The only thing he knew hot to do willingly was control or create water. His others powers came without him knowing how or why, he couldn't control that. With a glare he got up to his feet and crawled back into his unknown bed, forcing himself to get back to sleep. There was no way he wanted to stay up and what is about to happen next, the more sleep he got the better. If he got more sleep he had better control of himself. The more he tried to sleep, the more he stayed awake, it was hopeless. So he just decided to lay there until someone came looking for him, but even that got boring for him.

Getting up frustrated he looked around. The room was plain and boring, he couldn't stay here with nothing to do, so he got up and headed for the door, but when he got there it was locked. "The Hell? Really?! Not like I am going to run away!" He shouted loudly and growled kicking the door hard. "Assholes. Can I at least get something to eat in here! Seriously! I am not immortal you know! I do eat!" With a groan he rubbed his face and walked around getting irritated and impatient. He never did like being locked up, running away wasn't something Shark ever did, he didn't find it useful to run away from anything, it was pointless to him, just like being locked up for no reason.

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Jade-green eyes flung open in alarm.

Amidst her heavy breathing and the blood rushing in her ears, Layla was very much aware that this was not home. Home was her apartment - where cinnamon seemed to just seep from other known surface, where tea was already slowly being made, where warmth radiated from every seating location, and where she just felt right. Something did not feel right here.

The bedroom, though surprisingly comfortable, only had Layla clutching the sheets closer to herself as if the warmth from them would somehow console her. However, it only took a second for her to realize that they weren't her sheets and she was flinging them off of her body. Breathing finally calmer and her eyes no longer fearful, Layla was swept by mistrust, anger, and suspicion. There was a crackle in the air around her and white-hot warmth shot up her veins, as if something was begging to be let out. Her nerves tingled with her rage and her hands shook in response, her normal composure lost for those precious few moments.

What the hell was going on?

She was still dressed in clothes from yesterday and her shoes were set neatly beside the bed. The cardigan she wore yesterday was draped over some chair. When did she lie down in bed? Who put her in bed? Layla rummaged through her memories. Her brain was racked and she pressed her fingers into her throbbing pulse. A headache was forming. Layla slid off the bed, deciding against lacing up her boots. Obviously, she had trusted someone to get into this...what was this? A house, right? The floorbed groaned against her weight as she briskly walked over to the window, which gave her a nice view of some garden. For that moment, the sun grazed her skin, shooting into her rays of calm warmth that soothed Layla's frantic nerves. Her complexion seemed lighter in that instance, the light catching the glints of chocolate in her dark hair.

She had been on the run. The memory flooded into her without warning and before long, Layla was recalling the events of the past twenty-four hours. At least, most of them. She awoke to a mug of chai tea, the spices and aroma softened only by the cream and sugar she added. She read a little. Then, she decided to go out and take pictures. The local gazette needed them and Layla was not against earning a few extra bucks. She had the day off for school. She was photographing a few kids playing with their parents, a pang hitting her heart when she saw a little girl falling into her Daddy's arms. Layla's hand flung to her own heart like it had done yesterday, the memory causing her to blink back the fresh wave of tears. She had just turned around. She talked to someone - talked for a long time. She got into a car - why was she in getting into a car with a stranger? Still talking. And then they approached the manor; she could now see herself admiring the garden just a little more closely. And then she was really tired.

When did she make it upstairs?

What possessed her to even stay here?

And who earned her trust that fast?

"Hello?" No answer." Layla refused to stay in her room. She'd be damned. She wanted answers and she wanted them now. She snatched up her cardigan and swung it on, heading for the door. She swung it open only to be met by a dark hallway. "Is anyone here?

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Alice revealed in the silence of the room, but didn't bother to pay very close attention to anyone's movements as she focused on the python in her hands. The creature's name was Snow, reflective of it's unique albino scaling. The creature was only one of the many 'children' she kept with her, for moments like these- when her company was less than entertaining. She tried her best to ignore the quiet whispering mummers of Ashe who sat on the other side of her. "Well, I guess there's not a lot to say. The Blooded are upstairs. The arrangement was that we would get them here, and while they're here, we'll train them. And then we can take the Blood when it's at its most powerful. What are we still here for?" Alice's blue hues slowly looked up from her python, settling on The Wolf as he spoke.

Her hair was a bright green today, let down in spirals about her shoulders. Against the red of her dress, the pop of color was startling. Alice opened her mouth to answer him, but was cut off by the sudden burst from The Spider; "I just have one thing to say. Just stay out of my way and there will be no troubles with me. Don't even bother touching my Blooded either, if you can help it. If you follow these two rules from me. There will be peace between us. But if you cannot, do not expect me to take it lightly. You have all be warned." As he spoke, Alice cooed her snake into her purse, and slowly slid out of her chair. She followed him over to where he had moved his chair, tracing her long fingernails over the back of his seat as she replied, "I love it when you threaten me, Spider." Her voice was a warm purr as her stilettos stalked past him and to the door.

"I suppose the same rules from last time are in place, then. Not that this wasn't so very charming, but, the pup is right. We have no business left to discuss. Keep your eyes and hands off my prize, and I'll do the same with yours." She smiled, a devilish expression on her ruby colored lips. "If you'd like to put your hands on me, on the other hand," she added, half in the door way and half out, "..you know where to find me." Alice winked to the three demons still seated and slipped out of the door, hips swaying shamelessly as she prowled down the hall.

A satisfied smirk settled onto her features as she prowled down one of the many hallways. The scent of the Blooded was intoxicating, turning her on and causing her heart to race with impatience. Was he awake yet? The demon smiled to herself as she turned a corner into one of the large lounge areas. No doubt the scared little does would be running from the woods as if they were on fire any moment now. Alice leaned casually against the bay window in the room, looking out at the grounds. Wake up little darling, she whispered in her mind, running her hand against the glass of the window as the sun rose in the distance. A smile lifted her features as she turned from the window and headed to the room of her Blooded, after making a quick stop by the kitchen.

With a breakfast tray on one arm, Alice slipped into her Blooded's room. She silently walked over to his bedside table and set the meal down. A stack of steamy pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs and orange juice. The Snake smiled warmly as she watched her dark headed powerhouse sleep. Turning from him, she threw open the large curtains that hung over the windows, casting light into the room. Walking over to him, she slowly sat on the bed beside him and placed her hand onto his exposed shoulder. "Wake up," she said gently in a sing-song voice. "Wake up, wake up, my prince, the sun came to see you." she cooed. "Breakfast is ready. Good morning."




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Ashe flinched violently in her seat every now and again, the scent from upstairs turning her blood to ice. She itched at her neck impatiently as the Wolf rustled in his seat, and the spider spit venom at everyone. She was used to everyone's mood swings. She was used to the discontent, mistrust and hate between everyone. She sat silently as Alice got up and left, not before flaunting herself at the men as she always did. Ashe looked up suddenly-- noticing that Alice had left the room, signaling that everyone was free to go. Ashe glanced to the Spider, unnerved by him in every way. He was creepy. Then, her eyes floated over to The Wolf, noticing that he looked as anxious as she felt.

She slowly stood up, eager to go see her Blooded. She was sure of the new plan. Sure that it would work, at last. Being sneaky was her forte. "It's so good seeing everyone together again," she said gently, smiling a little as her eyes stared blankly at the table. She would take the warnings seriously, and made note to keep herself as far from the blooded that were not hers as possible. Nodding to the others, the dark haired girl slowly made her way out of room, turning the opposite way that Alice had gone. The more out of her way I stay, the better, Ashe thought to herself bitterly.

She had found herself closer to the Blooded, helplessly drawn by their scent. She was passing by one door in particular when she heard a ruckus going on inside. "....not immortal you know! I do eat!" Ashe blinked curiously and checked the door again. It was her blooded. She giggled to herself and opened the door, coming face-to-face with a very pissed off looking man. "Hey, are you alright?" Perfect innocence played on her face. "I managed to get my door open... I'm just up the hall, I... I'm starving, too. Want to.. um.. find a kitchen or something? I... I don't think that we'd make it out the front door but.. they've got to have food somewhere, right?" She smiled kindly and stepped side ways to let the man out of the room he felt trapped in. Ashe knew that feeling, knew it too well.

She knew better than to try and take the powers by force. The group had agreed that they would try something different this time, and Ashe had agreed upon the plan. If her Blooded thought she was one of his kind, or even just a regular human in the house, she stood an even better chance at getting under his skin. Luckily, she had the appearance of a simple girl, a girl who possibly grew up on a country side. Playing her simple look to her advantage, she smiled warming at him, hoping that he would believe her lie and accept her offer of food. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach... or, in this case... to his power. Ashe hid her malicious smile behind her sweet, tender facade.


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Image "Hey, are you alright?" Perfect innocence played on her face. "I managed to get my door open... I'm just up the hall, I... I'm starving, too. Want to.. um.. find a kitchen or something? I... I don't think that we'd make it out the front door but.. they've got to have food somewhere, right?" She smiled kindly and stepped side ways to let the man out of the room he felt trapped in. Ashe knew that feeling, knew it too well.

Her act we to well done in his opinion, and the smell of lies flowed out of her mouth as if she wanted him to know she was lying. She looked to well intact to be a girl who had just escaped a room. No marks on her ands or anywhere on her body, not even a hair out of place. He rolled his eyes. He read every inch of her before opening his mouth.

He looked at her folding his arms over his chest. "Don't do that. Smile as if you and I are friendly to each other. I don't know you, and you reek with lies. Tell me who you are and why I am here." He made a slight face with a change of heart. "Actually never mind, don't tell me. The less I know the better. I don't care who you are or why you are lying to me. I just want some damn food."

He didn't care much for people and to him they are like an open book, full of lies and misleading. Ignoring her presents he walked over to the door and peeked out of it, glancing around he saw it was empty, even the halls smelt as bad as the rooms. The smell of death and something else he couldn't quite understand. Whatever it was it made the air's water thick and misty, but only he could notice that, never understood why he could, but it was something that came natural to him.

"Look" He began to say. "If you want to stay near me, don't lie to me. I don't like liars. and just because you are hot, doesn't mean I wont kill you." He wouldn't lie about that, because if anything wrong happened and he was to get overly pissed off, bad things happen to those who are wound him, things he cannot explain or understand, he just knows what triggers it. "And look, try not to get me pissed of be yond reasoning. Bad things always happen. Lying! Wont help stay on my happy side." Of course he understood what a liar looked like, who whole life he has been lied to. It isn't hard to see it. He looked back into the halls and waited for her to take the lead in showing where the food is.

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Ashe looked at him in perfectly executed confusion as he spit words dripped in venom at her. "Don't do that. Smile as if you and I are friendly to each other. I don't know you, and you reek with lies. Tell me who you are and why I am here. Actually never mind, don't tell me. The less I know the better. I don't care who you are or why you are lying to me. I just want some damn food." Ashe took a quick step back from him, her mouth dropping slightly open in shock. "Look," he added in his snotty attitude, "If you want to stay near me, don't lie to me. I don't like liars. and just because you are hot, doesn't mean I wont kill you. And look, try not to get me pissed of beyond reasoning. Bad things always happen. Lying! Wont help stay on my happy side."

Ashe took another step back from him, frowning now. "Find it yourself, asshole, what the fuck is your problem? Jesus Christ." She turned directly on her heel, heading in the opposite direction of him. As she walked off she shook her head, muttering to herself, "What a fucking psycho. Dick." She knocked on the next door she came to, opening it and calling inside, "Anyone here?" She received no answer, like she knew she would, but played a perfect look of disappointment as she slowly closed the door again. On the outside she looked helplessly lost and confused, her chocolate brown hair pulled up into a messy bun, her black hoody a little dirty- as if she had been drug through dirt at some point.

Turning from the empty room she continued down the hall. She'd make her way to the stairwell, ignoring Shark if he chose to follow. After his insanely rude outburst, she had no interest in talking to him. If he was going to be a little prick, then she'd find a different way to drain him of his life force. She had forgotten how bratty and snotty some Blooded could be. Then again, everyone was worth hating to Ashe. She loathed the blooded. Hated them for everything they had done to her and her kind. They were pampered, 'chosen' brats who all deserved to be drained of their life force until they burst into ashes. The thought of Shark fading away into an old, decrepit man who could barely walk- let alone run his mouth, made her aura brighten.

With her blooded loose in the halls, she continued down the spiral stairs to the lounge Alice had been in earlier. Ashe could tell she had been there by the faint scent of lilies and rain that the woman left behind. Shaking her head, Ashe looked around the room as if it were new to her, and then- as if just now spotting the plate of fruit on the coffee table, she crossed over to take an apple from the pile. It was one of Alice's apples, but she'd never know. Ashe took a large bite out of the fruit and settled herself on the window seat, her dark hues looking out the large bay windows to the grounds. Why was life so complicated? Why couldn't the Blooded just fall into comas and be vulnerable? Easy to kill? Ashe took another bite of the apple as she sadly put her head on her knees, pondering why she had to be the villain in the story. Oh. Because being the villain is so much fun, she reminded herself, hiding her smile with another bite of her apple.






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Image He snorted once she walked away and looked over his shoulder into the opposite way in which she went. The hall was empty, but lit terribly. He was out of the room, that's a plus, but to find food in a dump like this, was a downfall. He lifted his hands to his head and started to walk down the halls. Down one of the halls he saw a man in black, with his head faced down, he looked as if he was talking to someone, but he didn't see anyone else in the hall, but him and this man in black.

"Hey you.." He stopped himself from asking once the door the guy was waiting at fling open and a very pissed off red head came out of it.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" She had a cute voice even when she was mad, he made Shark laugh. He waited until the guy spoke, before jumping in and wanting answers himself. Maybe what this guy has to say will answer his own questions. He thought.


Image He looked at her and his eyes slowly went down at her body and back up, as if he was thinking of a math problem and solving it without fail. "I do not think I am anyone. And if hell was involved I'd say I am a creature from it." He shrugged and lifted fully onto his feet. "You don't have to hide Blooded, you can come out and say hello and follow us to the dinning hall for something to eat." Kuro knew right away that another had approached them and from their sent he knew that it wasn't a demon, but a child just like his Blooded was. He waited for the boys reply.


Image Shocked Shark stepped out and in front of the man. Not like he was being loud enough for himself to be heard so how on earth did he hear him standing there. "Look I don't want answers, I just want something to eat." Shark said in a calm voice, he could tell right away that this man who stood here, wasn't someone to be trifled with, the look in his red eyes said it all. And it brought a slight shiver to his body.

Forcing himself to look away from his eyes he glanced at the red head who had become quiet. His lover? But he is so old for someone her age, so a pedophile. Shark took a guess in his thoughts. He would have made a smart ass remark, but with another look towards the man in black, he bit back his words and decided to just go along with it.


Image "Very well, but do understand that the less you know about what is going on, the less prepared you are." He sighed and waved his hand for them to follow, his movements had become more professional, and he started to act more like a teach at this point. "A lady should have already told you about this or was about to, but I noticed you two had a bit of a quirt. So I suppose I will take her spot in telling you." Kuro led them both down the hall to the dinning room, offering them to sit as he brought over two plates of food already made for them by the chief. "Number one thing you need to know is my name. I go by the name of Kuro Kumo, wither one is fine by me."

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Alethea opened her mouth to ask the new stranger a question, just as she snapped it shut again to listen to their brief exchange. She scowled at the both of them, but then her interest was caught by the words of the man who seemed to know what was going on. Blooded? What the heck did that mean? And who was the other lady who was supposed to see the new stranger? At least it meant that she wasn't the only female here.

She let her anger simmer, refusing to interrupt their brief exchange, and silently followed the two strangers down the hall. Within the dining hall, Alethea looked around slowly and uncertainly. It was a large room, furnished with an expensive looking dining table which was set with a dozen seats. Alethea glanced between the two strangers and then took a seat.

"Number one thing you need to know is my name. I go by the name of Kuro Kumo, either one is fine by me"

Alethea scowled at him and nodded towards the man she now knew was Kuro, "You already know who I am," She muttered before looking at the other stranger, "But I'm Alethea."

She looked towards Kuro again and rose a brow, "So, go on then. Explain. What happened last night, why am I here, and when can I leave?"

She had to admit that she hated it here so far. Alethea had no idea where she was, and that infuriated her. She knew that she should feel afraid, or nervous, but there was something inside her that refused to fear these strangers. She'd not ever felt this strong and certain of herself. Alethea looked at Kuro with restrained anger in her eyes, silently telling him that he had nothing over her.

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Killian grinned widely when he heard Layla's stomach grumble, but he didn't say anything more until he dragged her into the dining hall. But that was where his swift stride came to an abrupt halt, as though he had walked into a wall instead of through an open door. Within, were three people he hadn't expected to see until later. Two Blooded, and the Spider were seated at one end, and at least one of them looked to be furious. He didn't understand though. What was the Spider doing with two? Killian didn't care about the Demon that was missing out, but he did care about his Blooded, and he wouldn't let the Spider touch her.

Before any of the occupants of the room could utter a word, Killian gripped Layla's hand harder, and tugged her closer to his body in a subtle display of ownership that only Kuro would understand. Momentarily, the Wolf bared his teeth, his eyes flashing protectively, before the moment of tension ended. Suddenly, Killian laughed and smiled, before pushing Layla gently in front of him.

"You know what? It's a gorgeous day outside. How about we get some food from the kitchen then head outside for breakfast? That'll make a nice change," Killian improvised, glaring once at the Spider, before pushing Layla towards a door, which swung open.

Inside, the kitchen was warm, even though the windows were open. He closed the door firmly behind them, and then turned back to his Blooded. The scent of her blood quickly seeped into the room, and Killian brightened up and smiled at her warmly as he spoke to her. "So, what do you fancy? You can have anything you want, pretty much...Cereal, waffles, toast, croissants, egg, bacon, cereal...Did I say cereal twice? I think I did. Anyway, do you want something to drink? Did you mention tea? We've got tea, and coffee, and orange juice. I think it's fresh. What takes your fancy? Name your desires, and I shall see that you are given them"

Killian finished off his breakfast speech by leaning over the counter and looking at her with a playful smirk. Running a hand through his hair, he looked around the kitchen. It was large, with at least two of every most of the appliances. It looked expensive and plentiful, and he knew that his Blooded would want for nothing.

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Layla pretty much stumbled behind Killian's larger frame when he just randomly stopped in the middle of an open door. Her other hand reached out to clutch at the back of his shirt, using him to steady herself. She glowered at the back of his head.

"Hey!" However, it appeared as though he didn't realize she had spoken. Instead, Killian's eyes were trained forward. Layla's eyebrows furrowed as she tried to stare around him and could only see little peeks of other people in the room. "Killi - oww!" Before Layla could get the rest of his name out, Killian's grip on her hand tightened and Layla winced in response. Without warning, she was pulled closer against his body and without meaning to, Layla inhaled a good chunk of his scent, surprised to find herself pleasantly comfortable against him even though she was currently enraged. Getting a hold of herself, Layla glared at the back of his head.

Is this man bipolar or what? She thought because soon after that, Killian was laughing and pushing her in front of him, leading her into the kitchen. She heard him say something about going outside and Layla immediately began plotting for a way to leave. Perhaps she could lose him in the gardens and then somehow run down the path? Surely that would lead out of the mansion, right? Layla nearly jumped out of her skin once more this morning when the door behind them was closed and she glanced over her shoulder at Killian, raising an eyebrow at him while he smiled warmly at her. Yes. Definitely bipolar.

"So, what do you fancy? You can have anything you want, pretty much...Cereal, waffles, toast, croissants, egg, bacon, cereal...Did I say cereal twice? I think I did. Anyway, do you want something to drink? Did you mention tea? We've got tea, and coffee, and orange juice. I think it's fresh. What takes your fancy? Name your desires, and I shall see that you are given them." If Layla's eyebrow could lift itself any higher, she would probably look ridiculous, but as it was, the situation itself was ridiculous enough. She folded her arms over her chest.

"Well, Killian or if that's even your name, I fancy answers. I'd rather not talk over a full stomach, just in case I get the sudden urge to vomit in your face," Layla growled and took a few steps toward the man. Her voice rose as she spoke so that by the time she finished, she had pretty much screamed the last part. "Now, how about you stop leading me around this damn house like I'm your little bitch and tell me what the hell is going on? Where the hell is my phone? Where are my keys? And why can't I go home!?"

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Image A Lady? How did he know about our fight? No one was around. He started to feel uneasy at how much this guy already knew. Who knows what else he had in his mind. His red eyes, every time they look at you it is as if you are being seen through.

With a grimace the red head told everyone her name. Shark just kept quiet, didn't even bother to speak anything else further more stare too long at anyone. The place he didn't feel anything, but the people in it, sure did spike him some.

So her name is Alethea. Shark looked at the red head. She was cute, that was no lie and she held her ground too. If I was her I'd treat this guy with more respect, even I am hot tempered and know better. But it is her life, so oh well. His eyes looked slowly over to Kuro, the man was mysterious indeed and he had a spike around him that gave off a far warning, even without words.

Alethea looked towards Kuro again and rose a brow, "So, go on then. Explain. What happened last night, why am I here, and when can I leave?"

Just then a man walked in through the door and glared at Kuro, the tension there felt more like a cocky one instead of a threatening one. Yet still it felt uneasy. With a glare and a look to the side Shark folded his arms over his chest, after he finished his food fast, even leaving his plate spotlessly clean as if it wasn't even touched.


Image The anger in his Blooded's eyes, sparked his attention again, it amused him very much and the pleasure that came from her raging blood, almost made him want to grin. Also the feeling coming from Shark was uneasy and a bit ticked off, it also made him amused.

With a silent stare at the door, he knew who was coming and he knew what they would think the moment Killian saw him with two bloodeds, not that he cared though. The boy Blooded he was with had to know and with the fight he had with his Demon, he knew she wouldn't tell any time soon. So why not him?

Kuro took in Killian's glare and ignored his Blooded as if she wasn't even in the room. Kuro turned once Killian left into the other room and smirked to himself. From the look he got he knew right away that he was right. But then he became serious again and looked over at the two Blooded before him while walking over to the edge of the table.

"Here is the thing." Kuro Began to speak to them both, in a cold demon voice that he'd use to speak to people he didn't like or speak to people he was giving orders to. "I will keep this short and simple. You both are what we like to call Blooded. Blooded are people with special gifts, such as the gifts you two were born with. The truth is, the world was created by four powers. And each one represented what we call the elements - fire, water, air and earth. The two before me are water." He shifted his hand towards Shark. "You can do anything that water can, from healing to killing. Anything that water can do, you can." His eyes went from Shark to Alethea. "And you my lady, are Earth, same thing applies to you as well. I will teach you more later. As for you." He looked back at Shark. "The lady you met earlier needs to teach you how to use your powers as well, make sure she does, or else someone else will take you right from under her hands." Kuro looked sharply at Shark as if telling him, it could be Kuro to take him away, after all Shark did spike his attention fast. Then he looked to both of them back into his serious self.

"Now let's cut to the chase. The Deities, decided that they'd create a planet, and then they created life and humanity and so on. Now, these Deities were pretty much all power. Imagine Zeus, Odin, Jesus and Apollo all rolled into one and then multiply that power by around...seven or eight. That would be very powerful, indeed. But these Deities decided that, what with being immortal and stuff, that after watching us mankind run around for a few hundred years, they wanted in on some of the action they created, so they gave up their immortality. As humans, each one took a partner, and they all had a child. But their power was given to their children, and it ran in their veins, but they didn't know it. At this point, us mere mortals weren't aware that our Gods were actually walking around us and sleeping with our men and women, so we continued to worship them.

The thing is, there were some that decided that the Dieties were lies, a wasted thing and they basically realized that our Deities had children, and they did really horrible things, and then they drank the blood of the Deities children. This turned them very evil, and by taking some of that unrealistically strong Powers for themselves, they forfeited their souls and were apparently cursed to wander the Earth and crave nothing but the blood of the Deities," Kuro rubbed his forehead and looked outside the window. "They soon became, Demons after that." With a glare, he stared at himself through the window. "One of the Blooded; they're the Deities kids, realized that these Demon's that would never stop hunting them, not even now. This was the Fire Blooded one, the cleverest and bravest, turned to the Deities most devoted followers and convinced them to let her grant them immortality in exchange for guarding them for the rest of time."

Kuro glanced over at them, turning his body to face them. "Those Guardians, I and the man you just saw and the lady Shark fought with are one of them. And Like I said before, Shark, is the decedent from the Water deity and Alethea is from the Earth. You've got powers, and those powers within you are being hunted down. There should be a total of about four Guardians, and about four Deities. I am sure you all will soon meet in due time." Kuro cleared his throat softly, he hasn't talked this much since his last deity. "To your question earlier Alethea. Neither of you can leave, if you try to even attempt leaving, you'd be highly punished in a very unpleasing way from your Guardian. As for you Shark, your Guardian goes by the name of Ashe, I'd watch it with her if I was you." Kuro opened the door and waited for the Blooded to fallow him. "Alethea, we will talk more later, but for now, you two should rest up. Alethea and I will take you to your room, Shark."


Image He had no care of what was being told to him, all he cared for is when he was being left alone. But when Kuro spoke his name, it made his heart quiver. How did he know my name? The look also made his blood shiver and his spine want to straighten. He bit the edge of his lip to keep back a growl of anger that boiled more inside him.

Shark looked over at Alethea, the room felt child, like a gust of wind had blown through, while Kuro kept on talking Shark kept his temper down. His attention caught up when he felt Kuro's seriousness grow stronger with each word he spoke to them. He hadn't realized that he had stopped breathing and when he took a breath, feeling light headed. Kuro had walked over to the door, standing tall, like a statue. Shark rose to his feet in a hurry, his chair knocked to the floor and he uneasily bent over to pick it up, he could feel the sweat slide down his cheek bone and over his nose landing on the floor. Kuro's self, bothered him and the more he felt himself hold back, the more he wanted to burst. The sooner he got away from him the better. With an awkward smile as he stared at the chair he walked over to Kuro, but never looked at him.

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"Layla, I'm completely serious. And you know I'm right. It feels right, doesn't it? You know who you are," Killian looked hurt as he moved on to answer her next question. His expression changed to one of genuine upset and sadness that she would even consider the thought. Killian looked at her once, letting her see the pained look in his eyes, before he arose and walked away. He looked out at the shrubbery, appearing to be collecting his thoughts and reigning in his emotion, keeping his back to the Blooded.

He made a show of taking a deep breath before replying, "Layla, I'm...I'm sorry if I ever gave you reason to question my loyalties. Last night, you came with me because I told you that you were in danger, and you trusted me. I do not know what happened overnight to give you such doubts, but I assure you, I would offer my life in order to save yours. Demons...The Demons of horrific creatures. They thirst for your blood like...like an addict needs his fix. They are creatures of pure malice and greed and hate"

Abruptly, Killian spun on the spot to face Layla once more. His eyes burned with a righteous cobalt fire as he clapped his hands to his chest, and tugged at his shirt in desperation, "Layla...Do I look like I could ever hurt you? Like I could ever hurt anyone?"

Killian froze and then exhaled deeply. For a moment, the Demon wondered whether he was overplaying his little performance, but then he shrugged the idea off. The girl had just been told that she was a God...his over acting would probably be seen as normal. Killian turned his head aside and spoke to the ground, running a hand through his hair with frustration.

"If I was a Demon, I would have killed you by now, my lady," Killian said softly, formally before looking at her, "It is my job to teach you how to use your powers so that one day you might be able to protect yourself. We will begin your lessons as soon as you wish"




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"No"

The word slipped from between her lips before she even realized that she had spoken. Alethea stood and pushed her chair back, her eyes burning with fury. She found that she didn't doubt a word that the dark haired man had said, despite the fairy tale nature of his story. It was ludicrous, but some part of her reeled, as though she had just remembered something incredibly important, that she hadn't even realized that she had forgotten. It felt right, but there was a threat hanging heavy on the air that Alethea couldn't ignore. He had said '...if you try to even attempt leaving, you'd be highly punished in a very unpleasing way from your Guardian...". And if he was her Guardian, then was he threatening her if she tried to leave? Alethea doubted it very much, but the thought angered her further, and she found herself standing.

"No. I'm going for a walk. I might try to go home," She glared at Kuro and then looked at Shark with careless eyes, "You can come too if you want," Alethea glanced back to her so called 'Guardian' and then continued, "And if you choose to punish me, then do so. I dare you"

Alethea hissed her last challenge through clenched teeth as she turned her back on the two men and walked out of the door they had entered by. She had never felt such anger in her life, but she knew that it was anger that was spurred on by undeniable fear. Alethea knew, without knowing why, that his story had truth in it. So she was one of the most powerful beings in the world? Sure. But she knew that if Kuro truly wanted to 'punish' her, she wouldn't be able to defend herself. Which was why Alethea didn't know why she challenged him. In that moment, as she stormed loudly through the halls of the house, Alethea swore that she would bow to no one.

A blast of cool air struck her from a nearby open window, and she paused. The windows in this hall, on the ground floor, stretched more or less from the floor to the ceiling. Biting her lip softly, Alethea went over and peered outside. It was only a short drop to the ground, and she was certainly small enough to get through the window, but she knew that as soon as she did, she was committing to an action that she might come to regret. But the anger in Alethea bubbled to the surface again, and she stopped caring. Planting a foot on the window sill, Alethea clambered clumsily through the window, before misjudging the fall and stumbling as she made the landing.

She was outside. Alethea inhaled the fresh, reassuring air and suddenly felt free. She wasn't sure how long it would be before someone came to find her, as they undoubtedly would, but for now, she was outside and unrestricted. Alethea smiled and stepped free of a red flowered bush that she had fallen in, before walking straight ahead with no idea where she was.