Jira was just sitting on a bed in the guest room not really knowing what to do...he had no orders from her so its not like he could do anything...he just would wait for an order and remain patiently quiet during the whole time.
Sighing, the elder vampire rubbed her eyes again and rummaged through a drawer in her desk, searching for some papers she had to find to call her 'helpers' back to town. They were five vampires, Geoffrey and his wife Anne as well as three men who were in charge of her horses, they had brought them with them when she was forced to get away from the police, they were three brothers, Jonathon, Harold and Brian.
She knew that when her summons would go out, the three brothers would bring her horses with them. The Butler would bring his wife if they were still alive, and they still were logged in the wards, just in a different section than Jira or her. Stacking the pile of paper into a nice stash, she tapped the papers on the desk, putting the stray paper back into the pile.
She placed her feet back onto the ground and stood up, the papers cradled in her arms so they would not spill on the ground. She sighed in weariness and walked over to the door of her office. She pushed it open with a hip and directed herself to the stairs going to the second level of the house. She was tired but tried not to show it too much, it would do her no good to appear weak to the other vampire.
She leaned on the wall as she climbed the stairs, the bloodmagic having taken out more out of her than she thought. She was headed to the master bedroom, her room. She passed one of the bedrooms when she was walking towards it, and she smelled the scent of Jira over the doorknob. Frowning softly, she wondered if he had settled in yet. Rapping her knuckles against the wood of the door, she didn't wait for an answer before entering, pushing the door open onehanded.
''Jira?'' She asked, her voice neutral. ''Did you settle in or do you require to get whatever pocessions you have?''
She would not tolerate him wearing the same outfit over and over again as the stink would finally grate on her nerves after a while. if he didn't have any, she would provide with another to at least rotate the use of both so they got washed. Even if vampires probably didn't sweat, the smell of a person was still there and would take a rotten quality after a while, meaning it would start to stink.
She knew that when her summons would go out, the three brothers would bring her horses with them. The Butler would bring his wife if they were still alive, and they still were logged in the wards, just in a different section than Jira or her. Stacking the pile of paper into a nice stash, she tapped the papers on the desk, putting the stray paper back into the pile.
She placed her feet back onto the ground and stood up, the papers cradled in her arms so they would not spill on the ground. She sighed in weariness and walked over to the door of her office. She pushed it open with a hip and directed herself to the stairs going to the second level of the house. She was tired but tried not to show it too much, it would do her no good to appear weak to the other vampire.
She leaned on the wall as she climbed the stairs, the bloodmagic having taken out more out of her than she thought. She was headed to the master bedroom, her room. She passed one of the bedrooms when she was walking towards it, and she smelled the scent of Jira over the doorknob. Frowning softly, she wondered if he had settled in yet. Rapping her knuckles against the wood of the door, she didn't wait for an answer before entering, pushing the door open onehanded.
''Jira?'' She asked, her voice neutral. ''Did you settle in or do you require to get whatever pocessions you have?''
She would not tolerate him wearing the same outfit over and over again as the stink would finally grate on her nerves after a while. if he didn't have any, she would provide with another to at least rotate the use of both so they got washed. Even if vampires probably didn't sweat, the smell of a person was still there and would take a rotten quality after a while, meaning it would start to stink.
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Jira looked up when he heard the rapping sound on the door just about to say to come in but seeing as she came in anyway he stood up and off of the bed.
He heard what she had said about his possessions, He had none anyway not even a sword dagger or extra pair of clothing. "I have nothing else." He said from under his hood which he still hadn't taken off come to think of it she never had seen his face, pale blood red hair just barely draping over his eyes she wouldn't see it hopefully he preferred not to be seen.
He heard what she had said about his possessions, He had none anyway not even a sword dagger or extra pair of clothing. "I have nothing else." He said from under his hood which he still hadn't taken off come to think of it she never had seen his face, pale blood red hair just barely draping over his eyes she wouldn't see it hopefully he preferred not to be seen.
Rayana sigh in dismay, Freing her hand from the stack of papers in her arms, she tried to rub the headache away from her.
''Tomorrow we will go buy you a set of clothes or two since you don't seem that keen on wearing different clothing, it will be a limited shopping spree.'' She told him. ''In the mean time, I suggest you get some rest, a shower and something to eat or drink.''
She closed her hand around the doorknob and was about to leave.
''Do whatever you want for now, maybe you should find yourself a hobby or even read.'' She told him before closing the door in front of her and walking to her own room.
She stalked to her door, there was an engraving of her name into the wooden panel, an engraving she had done herself in her native language. She opened the door and took in the familiar surroundings with a sigh of relief. Putting the stack of papers on her desk, she looked around, taking her surroundings in.
The walls were a pale creamy tan color, well from the celing to half way down the walls, then from that half to the floor they were a deep blue color. The walls were outlined in a strip of black wood. The separation between the two colors was an ornate strip of ebony, it looked like entwined vines.
On the side of the bedroom, there was a rather large fireplace, exactly on the other side of the room sat a ornate oak dresser that didn't have anything in it. Directly in front of her lay a rather large wooden bed. There weren't any sheets in it nor did it have a mattress as well, but she had often slept in worse conditions and would continue to do so until the house was repaired.
Directly next to her was a rather large desk with its chair, though it was not as imposing as the one she had in her office in the floor below, but it served its purpose. she had earlier dumped her papers on it and would gladly go to sleep soon. and it is what she did, untying her coat from around her and curling in it on the empty bed.
''Tomorrow we will go buy you a set of clothes or two since you don't seem that keen on wearing different clothing, it will be a limited shopping spree.'' She told him. ''In the mean time, I suggest you get some rest, a shower and something to eat or drink.''
She closed her hand around the doorknob and was about to leave.
''Do whatever you want for now, maybe you should find yourself a hobby or even read.'' She told him before closing the door in front of her and walking to her own room.
She stalked to her door, there was an engraving of her name into the wooden panel, an engraving she had done herself in her native language. She opened the door and took in the familiar surroundings with a sigh of relief. Putting the stack of papers on her desk, she looked around, taking her surroundings in.
The walls were a pale creamy tan color, well from the celing to half way down the walls, then from that half to the floor they were a deep blue color. The walls were outlined in a strip of black wood. The separation between the two colors was an ornate strip of ebony, it looked like entwined vines.
On the side of the bedroom, there was a rather large fireplace, exactly on the other side of the room sat a ornate oak dresser that didn't have anything in it. Directly in front of her lay a rather large wooden bed. There weren't any sheets in it nor did it have a mattress as well, but she had often slept in worse conditions and would continue to do so until the house was repaired.
Directly next to her was a rather large desk with its chair, though it was not as imposing as the one she had in her office in the floor below, but it served its purpose. she had earlier dumped her papers on it and would gladly go to sleep soon. and it is what she did, untying her coat from around her and curling in it on the empty bed.
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Jira did not require very much to live his blood was now his only food and he always had plenty. He did not care much for taste since he had never had anything like that he used to always eat something bland like once every 2 weeks just to barely keep himself alive, hunger during a fight never caused him weakness nor did it Sonlath unless both were to weak to move. He did not shower as well, he always smelled of blood because he always had to wash himself off with it it got rid of all the dirt or germs on him. In fact Jira did nothing to make his own life better for him only worse, it was not because he wouldn't but more because he had never known how.
Jira seemed to glide threw the halls to a different bed room not knowing which one he would end up in. From his birth he had 3 years to experience his own life in which he could not remember since he was only a baby and just kind of woke up when he was 12. So missing those years had hurt his chances of having a child hood badly, and worse the people just used him to kill so people would never let him go back. And now he was 14, he hadn't tasted so much as ice cream or couldn't since he was a vampire, he had sacrificed so much for power but lost much much more.
Jira then heard a loud banging at the door...he forgot to mention the zombie that wanted him dead...Cordelia made him lose his track of thought back in the cafeteria, he knew what to expect as he began to go toward the entrance to face it, face to face not knowing what kind of defenses this place had with those runes but knowing his endurance might just let him go threw it all.
Jira seemed to glide threw the halls to a different bed room not knowing which one he would end up in. From his birth he had 3 years to experience his own life in which he could not remember since he was only a baby and just kind of woke up when he was 12. So missing those years had hurt his chances of having a child hood badly, and worse the people just used him to kill so people would never let him go back. And now he was 14, he hadn't tasted so much as ice cream or couldn't since he was a vampire, he had sacrificed so much for power but lost much much more.
Jira then heard a loud banging at the door...he forgot to mention the zombie that wanted him dead...Cordelia made him lose his track of thought back in the cafeteria, he knew what to expect as he began to go toward the entrance to face it, face to face not knowing what kind of defenses this place had with those runes but knowing his endurance might just let him go threw it all.
Loud banging was what woke her from her slumber, the sound made her jump our of bed, landing crouched, her eyes dilating to adjust to the lower light. Then there was a satisfying crack of metal hitting metal and she smirked, a very cruel and evil smirk. Whoever that was was now trapped in one of her favorite traps.
She walked calmly to her door and put her hand on a faint handprint on the wall. the familiar prick of her palm was the only indication it had worked. A part of the wall slid open revealing two short curved swords and she picked one for each hand. Twirling them experimentally, she got a feel of her old weapons, they were as sharp as ever.
She smiled and walked down the stair to the front door, seing a zombie caught into large silver looking jaws. She couldn't help but laugh at the being's ackward situation and tried to muffle it behind her hand. The 'poor thing' was stuck with both halves of its body nearly separated.
''Jira?'' She called questionningly.
She walked calmly to her door and put her hand on a faint handprint on the wall. the familiar prick of her palm was the only indication it had worked. A part of the wall slid open revealing two short curved swords and she picked one for each hand. Twirling them experimentally, she got a feel of her old weapons, they were as sharp as ever.
She smiled and walked down the stair to the front door, seing a zombie caught into large silver looking jaws. She couldn't help but laugh at the being's ackward situation and tried to muffle it behind her hand. The 'poor thing' was stuck with both halves of its body nearly separated.
''Jira?'' She called questionningly.
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Jira was right in front of her looking at the traps work. "That wont hold it for long." He said in a dark voice as suddenly the Jaws would no longer cut away almost as if some part of his body was very very tough, Jira has cut threw it before but he seemed different...Jira merely spread his hand causing a large sword of his own formed from blood to rise into his hand as the zombie began to crack the jaw's of the trap.
Its spear hang on its back as he then visibly began to pry it back open Jira decided now was the best time to attack but how...his blade would only cut him not kill him like he wanted...he waited maybe Rayana would know how to beat him since he simply had to much endurance kicked into him to allow him to do much of any damage...
Its spear hang on its back as he then visibly began to pry it back open Jira decided now was the best time to attack but how...his blade would only cut him not kill him like he wanted...he waited maybe Rayana would know how to beat him since he simply had to much endurance kicked into him to allow him to do much of any damage...
A small grin played on her lips for a second, a wicked ominous grin. She glanced at the zombie and her grin only widened.
"Stall it for a bit, I am going to get something that could be of use." She said in a tone that said she was out to play before sauntering towards the kitchen with a small bounce in her step.
If anyone had payed attention, they would have heard the elder whistling happily in the kitchen. They would have heard many crashes as well as she pulled various things from the cupboards. She was searching for her bottle of very fine and very concentrated alcohol, well, the many bottles she had, and matches.
Yeah, high content alcohol and matches, maybe she was about to make a campfire or something, but with her, you could never be sure. Whistling some weird sinister happy tune, she walked back into the hallway, both swords tucked into her belt. She continued to whistle, looking like the cat that got the canari.
She had always wanted to do that, light someone, only bad people mind you, on fire and watch them burn and she would do exactly that. Her whistling turning to humming, she opened the bottles of various alcohol drinks and sprayed the zombie with it, a crokked smile playing on her lips.
When she was done emptying the content of the bottles, she lit a match on one of the walls and tossed it at the zombie, watching as the alcohol started to burn the zombie.
"I wonder if I should dismember it as well." She thought to herself aloud.
Shrugging, she crossed both her swords across its neck at a breakneck speed, watching as her sharp and deadly swords did their job.
(Mwahahahahahahahaha :evillaugh: )
"Stall it for a bit, I am going to get something that could be of use." She said in a tone that said she was out to play before sauntering towards the kitchen with a small bounce in her step.
If anyone had payed attention, they would have heard the elder whistling happily in the kitchen. They would have heard many crashes as well as she pulled various things from the cupboards. She was searching for her bottle of very fine and very concentrated alcohol, well, the many bottles she had, and matches.
Yeah, high content alcohol and matches, maybe she was about to make a campfire or something, but with her, you could never be sure. Whistling some weird sinister happy tune, she walked back into the hallway, both swords tucked into her belt. She continued to whistle, looking like the cat that got the canari.
She had always wanted to do that, light someone, only bad people mind you, on fire and watch them burn and she would do exactly that. Her whistling turning to humming, she opened the bottles of various alcohol drinks and sprayed the zombie with it, a crokked smile playing on her lips.
When she was done emptying the content of the bottles, she lit a match on one of the walls and tossed it at the zombie, watching as the alcohol started to burn the zombie.
"I wonder if I should dismember it as well." She thought to herself aloud.
Shrugging, she crossed both her swords across its neck at a breakneck speed, watching as her sharp and deadly swords did their job.
(Mwahahahahahahahaha :evillaugh: )
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It didn't even seem to flinch from the flame as it swung its spear hard at Rayana's direction sending out a large shock wave before she was able to get to close, he was a tank, made to fight things that were fast with that shock wave as its power was built off of speed
Jira spread his arms and then clapped them together causing blood to come from the ground and encase him as suddenly spikes of blood were seen going threw and back threw and back as the creature ripped threw it and Jira struggled to keep him still but was failing he kept getting stronger some how.
Jira spread his arms and then clapped them together causing blood to come from the ground and encase him as suddenly spikes of blood were seen going threw and back threw and back as the creature ripped threw it and Jira struggled to keep him still but was failing he kept getting stronger some how.
The vampire shrugged, its the fire would eat away at the zombie's body, and there would be nothing left of it, then it wouldn't be able to move anymore.
''It was worth a shot.'' She told Jira while jumping above the shock wave. ''Will it survive without its head?''
It was a fair question, and she was willing to try anything to get rid of the stinking walking corpse that was in her hallway, it was going to stink up the whole house. Pricking one of her fingers on her fangs and touched the wall next to her with her bleeding finger.
''Bah, if we try, we will find out.'' She said as bars of solid metal fell between the zombie and them. ''This will stall it a bit.''
Drawing in a deep breath, she calmed herself and slit her palm open. Several runes glowed on her skin as the wound closed, She seemed to blur slightly before her image became clear once more.
''Lets play.'' She said in a dark voice.
She crouched slightly, knees bent and both swords raised, ready for when the zombie would attack them and would go through the bars.
''It was worth a shot.'' She told Jira while jumping above the shock wave. ''Will it survive without its head?''
It was a fair question, and she was willing to try anything to get rid of the stinking walking corpse that was in her hallway, it was going to stink up the whole house. Pricking one of her fingers on her fangs and touched the wall next to her with her bleeding finger.
''Bah, if we try, we will find out.'' She said as bars of solid metal fell between the zombie and them. ''This will stall it a bit.''
Drawing in a deep breath, she calmed herself and slit her palm open. Several runes glowed on her skin as the wound closed, She seemed to blur slightly before her image became clear once more.
''Lets play.'' She said in a dark voice.
She crouched slightly, knees bent and both swords raised, ready for when the zombie would attack them and would go through the bars.
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