Blade's Requiem

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Shin formed the only expression of emotion they understood: A wicked grin. "My blood, huh? Interesting idea." Shin was coming to understand a second emotion: amusement.
 

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"To me, it sounds like a wonderful idea." He said, grinning. He shifted his feet slightly, in thought. This person was strange, though, amusing.
 

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Shin stood nonchalantly, almost arrogantly. "Well?" She asked. "Make a move. Just make sure you're ready."
 

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He stared at her a moment, then smiling, a cruel smile, his fangs showing. He walked towards the girl, though, on his guard, in case something happened, not many offered to let a vampire suck their blood. He didn't trust the gilr, for some reason.

"Why are you offering to let me suck your blood?" He asked once he was behind her.
 

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Shin chuckled, finally grasping the full concept of amusement. "I want to see if you can take blood as easily as you say. It's too late now; You already want to suck my blood, meaning you have to or risk contradicting what you boasted about." Shin hoped Vachal would attempt to bite them, if only to take their self-esteem down a notch.
 

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Instead of answering, he moved forward quickly, seemingly greedy for blood now. He he reached up with his gloved hand s to grip her shoulders, and opened his mouth wide, and about to bite into her neck, though he was tense, in case she did something.
 

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Shin transformed: In the blink of an eye her body had changed into a large wicked sword. The eye on her necklace shifted onto the hilt and grew, becoming the size of a baseball.
 

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Smirking, he knew something was wrong and when she transformed, his sword whipped from its scabbard. He looked over the blade. Strange, he thought merely.
 

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Levitating, the swoprd turned to face Vachal as the eye on the hilt blinked. "Like taking blood from a turnip, yes?" They asked, amused by his inability to draw blood. "I was reforged on the anvil of hate with a demonic hammer." They said, using what some might call a metaphor.
 

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Vachal rolled his eyes, and stared at the blade calmly. "Well, go you then. He said calmly, though, his voice seemed a little bored, though, he was actually quite amused. I happen to hate demons, though, I'm considered one." He said this quietly.
 
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