(Untitled)

[unlucky_blood]

Characters: Kamui, Raoh, Sion Eltnam Atlasia
When: During the stay in the Wastelands
Where: A various point in the Wastelands
Rating: T although it could go higher
Summary: Kamui's losing a fight with himself, Raoh offers up the solution.
Edit: When matters go bad Sion turns up to try and put a stop to things.

Kamui was nervous although he wasn’t sure

Comments

[unlucky_blood]

Kamui looked up, eyes glazed over and not really focusing. "There aren't many who are are willing to give blood." He mumbled his words slightly, trying to keep them from slurring into a string on nonsense. "If someone is willing then it needs to be spaced out." He dropped his gaze to look at an unseen spot on the ground, mind concentrating on the sounds around the area

[unlucky_blood]

Kamui glanced across at the other, "E literally stands for bait, it is chosen bait, one which is born to be such." He didn't believe that anyone would normally offer blood so willingly. Even in previous worlds when people had known what he was they would never offer to help, most would keep a distance at all times. Each time it had meant another secret for him and his brother to keep as they moved under in the nights for a meal.

"Don't tense up." His words slurred together as a last warning. He swiftly moved to attach over the wound, fangs digging into the nearby skin. His eyes gaining a distant look as he drank deeply, greedily lapping at the flowing blood.

After so long between feeds the mere smell of blood was enough to make his head swim, let alone tasting the liquid once again. While his mind was mostly distracted his other senses had heightened, a small part of him still remaining conscious of where he was and always alert.

[unlucky_blood]

Kamui allowed himself to make a 'hm' sound in agreement, the noise muffled. He had to admit that having a conversation during the whole thing was rather odd. Each time the other spoke he would dig into the skin until the speaking stopped, only continuing when he was sure the other wasn't moving.

The vampire listened carefully to the regrets, indeed the blood normally told of what a person was like, he had never expected so much. Thinking about the bitterness, fully aware of the taste, it didn't seem so surprising.

As the wound began to close he once again repeated the motions. "I regret too many things to list." He stated simply, concentrating on his own actions, "I will regret this too." He absently raised the clawed hand to his lips, licking the blood off of them before continuing. "However..." he trailed off slightly as his thoughts went blank for a few moments. "However, without you doing this I would likely have attacked one of the others."

[unlucky_blood]

Kamui couldn't stop the twisted grin from spreading, when he noticed Raoh was weakening. He had said before that such a sign would make him all the more eager. The dangerous thrill of a kill which only kept his interest.

He made another noise of agreement not really listening to the words. His focus was slowly narrowing to the signs of Raoh's life. If this was how the other wanted to play with danger then he would welcome the challenge, he had been warned to say stop upon feeling even the slightest bit weak.

Instead of opening the wound with his claws he used his fangs. A sick enjoyment running through his mind as he did so.

[unlucky_blood]

The vampire chuckled patting his side where he'd been hit. He stretched, clicking out a few locked joints, after he'd moved a short distance from Sion. A mad glint shining in his golden eyes as he continued to watch the other, "Having trouble? Why not just give in to it?" Kamui moved quickly to be behind Sion for a few moments. He made sure to be very close and keep his voice low so only she could hear the words, "I'm sure he's enough for two."

His attention moved the Raoh as he calmly moved from the female, "That's why I don't go around humans often." He mostly kept the sad look from his face, "I'm not the vampire who will have a life. I'm the shadow." Kamui managed to keep the pain he was feeling from showing, when he thought about it those thoughts left a bitter sting. To think he would probably spend all of his time protecting his twin from afar without ever leading his own life

[unlucky_blood]

Kamui looked at his trapped hand, an uninterested look covering his face. He may have been caught momentarily but he still had an advantage over the other. For the vampire it was blessing, not only was he close but he was close to blood. He h made sure to keep it quiet that he didn't need to drink the blood to heal, drinking was only for hunger, any blood off the ground could work the same way.

"Foolish." He muttered spitefully. After meeting several large men in different worlds, fighting both against and along side, he was not intimidated by the size difference. In fact the whole situation reminded him of when he had fought with the man in Acid Tokyo, he'd ended up being slammed into the ceiling from a similar position. The vampire flexed his trapped claws, changing the length of them as he did so

[unlucky_blood]

{{OOC: Well that's up to you now on whether he lives on. Uh...Kamui is sorry somewhere in his mind...?}}

[unlucky_blood]

{{OOC: Kamui will now attempt to run twice as far as he planned XD}}