Musa walked through the ruins and touched every stone of buildings that once stood tall and strong. The stone felt rough yet welcoming under her skin, her white dress flowed behind her.

The ruble to her told a story, a story of war and chaos hate, revenge and jelously. This would scare most but to musa it was intrigueing. Like something that was forbidden. Many buildings were turned to rubles only a few still resembles a building.

She walked to a area where the ruins were particularly bad, but from the top of the hill you could see the whole kingdome. She smiled and sat down on the green grass and hugged her legs enjoying the view.

"May I join you?" A male voice behind her said.

Lynth walked alone in the setting sun. In about an hour it would be fully down, and he would finally be able to abandon his garmets for the night air once more. Of course, by that time he would need to find a nice dinner. The only problem was that he might as be in the middle of nowhere, and not many others decided to travel along the same path as he did for long. No falt of theirs. He just happened to feast on their fluids at night, and for some reason they had a problem getting up after that. Along with breathing, eating, and pumping their heart. Lynthaer, however, didn't realy care. He could always find someone else to entertain him, and then devour. It was only a matter of time.

As Lynthaer walked along, he sniffed periodicaly, trying to find the scent of supper. The hardened leather mask he wore did nothing to prohibit his sense of smell, thankfuly, and he eventualy caught the scent of prey. Lynth stopped and took a deaper whiff. Heading northeast. Towards the ruins of who knew what. He had heard many people tell him what they beleived those great stone slabs used to be right before they realized their doom. He didn't beleive any of them. They all made it out to be something huge and monumental and glorious. Lynthaer was of the opion that it had been a trading post once. After all, there were p[lenty of hard packed roads leading to it.

Lynthaer changed his direction ever so slightly to accomodate his now growling stomach. From the position of the sun, still forty-five minutes untill full sundown and safety. Perhaps there would be time for a chat. Lynthaer made his way to the stones, then, by slowly following the scent, manuvered his way to its source. A woman, with her back turned to him, was staring off into the distance. Admiring the veiw, if Lynth was correct. Well, he still had quite a time to waste, so why not start with hellos.

"May I join you?"

For some reason the voice the came out behind her sent a chill down her spine. She shivered by accident and turned arround to look at the stranger.He was wearing a black mask with more black clothes.

She smiled and flipped her hair taking a chance. "Sure."

The sunset was almost gone, now just a sliver or purple was left. She layed down and streached. She loved it here under the stars. It was cold at night though and she was wearing a dress with a black bottom and a corset like top.

The cold weather wrapped itself arround her bear arms. The night sky was a dark blue and stars began to glint through, the moon bright.

Lynthaer stood silently as the girl turned around, reaveling green eyes and a lovely face. She was not sore on the eyes at all. He smiled beneath the mask. The pretty ones ussualy taste good too.He still had while to taste her yet, though. A very short while. All in all, a matter of seconds now, but why rush inot things. It would be much more fun to play with the woman's mind, then devour her.

"Thankyou very much, young miss," he repleid as he sat down beside her. "Might I ask what you are doing in such a place as this, and at this hour?"

"It helps me to think, clear my mind. That kind of thing you know?" She said trying to relate to the stranger, and yet he kinda made her feel uneasy. Like he was planning something that wasnt going to happen yet. And not knowing what it was made her uneasy. But she would soon find out.
She turned to him. "What are you doing here?"

"In way, yes I o. But I do not calm myself in such a manner as this. I ussualy resort to other tactics." beneath the mask, Lynth smiled. Already the young lady was playing inot his hands. She was askign questions that would end up with her having a certain part of her anatimy removed. Most likely her throat. Or, perhaps he would try his hand at transforming her himself. He heard how it was done, but it never seemed like too much fun to him. Mostly because it involved the other person to consume the orginal vampires blood, and since Lynth was hungry, he didn't fell like ruining the little thatr was left in him from last time.

"What are you doing here?" The grin beneath the mask grew. "Me? Why, I am looking for a simple night meal. I haven't had anything to eat since last night, and I am beggining to get hungry again. I saw you, and thought that you migt be carrying something to eat. As it turns out, I was right."

Musa caught on quickly, she was smart. The mask, his manner, food, dinner, he was going to eat her. Besides, it dosnt take a genius to figure that out, she wasnt carrying a purse, or a backpack, no kind of pack what so ever so the only food in the vicinity of the ruined city was her and in this realm humans are not always what they seem, they at times can be carnivores. She stood up and slowly began backing away.

"Dont. you. even. dare." She said slowly while still backing up. Her beathing was becoming heavy, plus she was in a purple corset, breathing was hard enough as it is.

Lynth smiled his wickedess as the young woman realized his intent. She rose slowly to her feat and faced him. He could hear her heart pounding in her chest, pumping luscious blood through out her body. Oh, he hoped she tasted sweat. He himself rose to his feat a little quicker.

"Why, waht is ever wrong deary?" he asked in a mock worried voice. "It is not as if 'm going to eat you." His hand rose to his face and pulled his mask off, revealing a very handsome moon elf face. The only things off settign it were the two red, glowing eyes locked onto the woman. "No. I'm going to suck you dry." With that, he tore off his shirt, cloak, hat, and weapons. Standing there bare from the waste up, he smiled horribly at her. "Do you know the scariest part? You might just end up like me."

Lynthaer began walking towards her, and transformed as he did so. He began to grow taller, his muscles became much mopre pronounced as he switched into his deominc form. His face enlongated into a snoutlike one, and his fangs grew to a much larger size. Two wings burst from his back, and two horns sprouted from above where his ears used to be. "Now, shall we play cat and mouse, or do you want to get it over with quickly?"

Musa sighed quickly from frustration, now the situatoin was already bad, a vampire wanted to suck her dry, but it is worse when your attacker happens to be very good looking. When he tore of his shirt she couldnt help but notice his mucles. She raised her eye brows.

"Like you!" She said still backing away slowly. "As if!." She knew that her high heeled boots were not going to help so she quickly slipped them off and chucked them at him heels first. "I prefere the cat and mouse method thank you." She said still running. She weaved through the buildings of ruins. Her black dress flowed behind her. Her dark brown hair bounced occasionaly getting in the way of her line of vision.

She saw a boulder ahead and decided to jump it. But her skirt got caught. She fell to the ground with a thud. Her hair spilled across the grass. Her skirt was now cut up to her knees. Pain went down her back from the fall. She moaned and rolled over onto her back. She tried to get up again hoping to out run the vampire.

Lynthaer was hoping for cat and mouse. it made things every so much more interesting. As Musa chucked her shoes at him, he quickly mumbled under his breath, then swung his arm in a slicing motion at the foot wear. A flaming whip materialized in his hand and seared the two shoes to ash. 'You must try harder than that to interest me sweety," he rumbled, amused by the attempt. "Now, if we play cat and mouse, shouldn't you be running for a little hole?"

Lynthaer began to walk calmly after Musa, slowly changing his direction. he would wait for her to tire beforer he realy got into it. Then, he would have his way with her. Most likely ripping her limb from limb, but other things were always possible.

Musa slowly got up, soar from her fall. She could only hear her panicked breath, she looked arround unable to find any sight of him, she began to panick, like when the titanic began to go down. She chose a directoin and began to walk hoping he wouldnt be thier. Rocks were hurting her feet so she now wonderd why she had ditched her shoes. She walked hearing only her breathing and her foot steps. The silence made her nervous.

Lynthaer had had ot so much fun as this for a long time. A sick and twisted sense of joy was flowing through his veins as he savored the smell of fear. Oh yes, this young lady would make a lovely kill. And, oh what a lovely lady vampire you may turn out to be, he thought as he looked her up and down again. That was, if he decided to change her. Of course, he might just get carried away, suck her dry, and rip her limb from limb. That was his normal course of action, and it would take a great deal of self control to stop himself from going into that frenzy.

Lynth stop walking as she turned her back to him, and become silent. He did not have to breath, and there was no heart to pump to give away any noise. She was now walking barefoot over rocks, and Lynthaer could all but hear her wish for her lost shoes. Shouldn't have tossed them away, my lovely little feast, he thought. He still remained silent though, waiting for the right time to move. then a wonderous thought came to mind. Slowly, he began to wimper and moan, all the while changing back to his elven form. His bones crunched a nd cracked lowdly, and soon he was only a shirtless elf standing alone.

"I'm sorry," he said in a small and appologetic voice. "This thing in me.." he stumbled forward a bit, then collapsed against the ground, rocks breaking smooth, pale skin. "It's what the vampire did to me, but I don't know what it was. Please help me," he whined pitifuly. He had drawn in all trace of the glow from his eyes, and his voice no longer had it's demonic undertones. He was a lost, hurt, and cold moon elf who needed the gentle carwe of someone near. For now.

Musa watched as he went through the painfull process of transforming. Fear was still pumping through her body. He assumed his good looking elf self again. At first musa turned her back, ready to walk away, but she didnt know what it was, but something, some force, pitty maybe? Made her slowly, cautiously walk to him. She stood for a minute wiating to see if it was safe.
She looked down at him his finley chizled face was pale. She slowly knelt down beside him. Fear was now less apperant to her. She was now sitting only a few inches away from the monster. He was sweating horribly, it must have been from the transformation.......This reminded her of something.

REMEMBER FLASH: No!!! dont hurt me. Musa turned her neck away from the animal. NO!

She sighed sharplly and backed away...but something, some hidden magic made her crawl back to him.

Lynthaer smiled inwardly as Musa slowly came back to him. It was working. Mabye. He had never tried this before, so there was no way of telling how he was actually doing. However, it must be working to some extent, or else she would still be running for her life. Which she sould have been doing anyway. "Help me. Please don't run." he sobbed. "They all run. And sometimes a catch them. Please...." he moaned out every word, making it drip with sorrow and pain.

Lynthaer began to push himself up from the rocks, making it look as if he was having a great deal of trouble. He collapsed again though, breaking open new wounds. The little blood he had began to seep out slowly. He grunted in pain and worked air through his lungs needlessly. The dead don't have to breath, but why not make it look like he was holding on to some shred of humanity.

"I.....I can't get up." He extended a hand towards her questioningly, wanting her to take it. "I need help."

"I.....I.......you.........." Was all she was able to get out thats all her voice could manage.

Musa didnt altogether trust the whole situation, and it seemed to her like an act, but it also seemed that he was in real pain, real trouble. His handsome face was not necisarlily twisted with pain, but what looked like frustratoin. But the sounds he was making, the injurys that she had seen him had, looked really painfull. And she had no choice but to help. She bit her bottom lip and took his outstreached hand to help him up hoping that it wasnt a mistake.....

Lynth smiled at her as he grabbed her hand. Not the pleasent kind either. No, he just told her of her big mistake. His grip became iron, and he slowly rose on his own. "MY dear pretty girl, you should be careful of what you beleive. One often puts on a false front to lure others in. You must watch fro it. the smile grew. "Unfortunately for you, I do not think you shall ever be able to heed my words, since now I have you. So, would you like to beg for your life before you die, or shall we talk for a while?"

His grasp was so tight she began to fall to her knees in almost a bow. She began to breathe hard because of the pain in her hand but was she going to let him do this no way? and She wasnt the one putting on a false face, he was. "Neither." Musa said with hard eyes. She kicked and scrateched and clawed anything she could do to loosen his grasp on her wrist. She didnt want him touching her skin.

Lynthaer smiled wickedly at the foolish girls attempts. Once mroe, he began to change into his demonic form, his hand slowly enveloping hers. his fangs grew to wicked proportions as he leered down over her. "My deary, there is not much you can do now. I have you in my grip, and in this state, I easily over power you more then twenty to one." His demonic undertones were cleaer in his present state of bliss. The sound of another, deaper, and more terrible voice seemed to speak from him aling with his normal one. His eyes began to beat in place of his long dead heart as he grew excited.

"You still have the option of going quietly to your death. You can become an vampire," Lynth offered as he held the clawing woman. he knew that she would not accept, and he was waitign for her to escape from his grasp. It had been much more entertaining to him as she ran around like a frightened little mouse. In fact, he might just let her go. "How about a new option, my suculant treat." his smile grew wider and more twisted, his eyes beating faster. "I think I will let you go to scurry around while I try to catch you. If you servive till sun-up..," he looked up at the moon. It had been only around an hour and a half. "...If you servive fro around Eight more hours, you casn live and go on your merry way." He drew her closer to him, his breath right on her face. "If you can dogde a huge, hungry vampiric demon, complete with spells, and an almsot inexhaustible supply of energy, you win. On you mark, get set, and go." He released his grip and waited for her to make her move.

Musa could feel his hot breath on her skin. She breathed slowly. She didnt know what to do, she was a fighter and hated to run from her problems. But he did pose an advantage. His fangs glinted in the moonlight. A shiver was sent down her spine. When he let her go she stood their like an idiot for a minute. She turned and ran for a few yards she then dived between one of the rewins and crawled in the direction she had come, her hands made a slight noise on the stone of the ruins. She cursed herself for it. Foot steps sounded making her heart beat hard, she was sure he could hear it......

Lynthaer watched in sick pleasure as the young woman stood stupifeid for a moment, then began running. Like the mouse she was to him. He stood patiently, watching her scurry about, laughing inwardly. If she provided enough entertainment for a long enough period of time, she would likely live. She would have to use that extra life to get somewhere safe, however, for now he knew her scent and would follow her until next nightfall. He would not be lenient after two nights of hunger. All in all, she realy had no chance at all. False hope, however, provided him with a great time, and he took advantage of it willingly.

lynthaer began to tap his foot as he waited for hi turn to move onto the playing feild. After all, what was it other than a game to him. The time came soon after he heard musa crawlign around on the ground. Her heart beat seemed to echoe to him, and he grinned. "It would be wise to calm down, my pretty mouse. Otherwise I can hear you for miles." He began to walk towards her hiding spot slowly, ever foot fall made ot sound loudly in the empty air.

She wanted to shout at him but no words came, her heart would not calm down, in fact his words just made it beat harder and faster. She froze for some reason thinking it better to just make no sound and move not at all. She could hear the echo of his footsteps coming her her direction, she stayed rooted to the spot. A shiver was sent down her spine. Her green eyes darted arround but she could see nothing, just hear. Finally she was able to move, her limbs were no longer frozen. The anticipation was killing her she slowly stood up and saw him walking in her direction. Her heart began to beat faster, and faster.........