An Undead Affair |Open|

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It was a beautiful night to be alive. The skies were dark and the streets were thriving with commotion. In a particular spot of the city, the air was vibrating with loud techno music, and chattering humans in a club called Syndicate. Among the humans sat a young shape-shifter. She leaned towards the bar tender and whispered something to him. The human male looked at her for a moment, he passed her a grin, then filled up a glass with a smoky green liquid. Smirking, she slipped a hundred into his fingers. She stood up, relieving her beautifully draped, open back, black mini dress with gold chains accenting down her back.

Her long legs guided her through the crowded dance floor with little effort. Lyra looked at the humans that danced around her. Each one seemed content with their dancing, feeling they were good enough to dance with her. Truly, human were foolish creatures. One man came up to her, dancing to the beat, the song was rapid, he was keeping up fairly well. Lyra pursed her lips together in thought. No, he wouldn’t do. Snuffing him off, she turned. Lyra wanted to have some fun with another type of being, and human wasn’t on the menu. Until such a creature came to satisfy Lyra, she would not continue on the dance floor.

Taking a long sip from her potent drink, she located an empty table. Glaring at it, Lyra stalked over with the heavy drink still to her lips. Once at the table, Lyra gently sat on the table-top instead of a chair. She crossed her legs swiftly, causing a few stares. Humans were so simple minded. If they had any sense, they wouldn’t come near her. But, humans, being as simple as they are flocked her, asking for a dance. Each time, she denied their feeble attempts with a silent stare. Her eyes flickered with excitement. She could feel something, or someone coming closer. Lyra could feel it, her lust for enjoyment would be cured tonight.

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"Hey there big guy." A thug said. When he was quietly walking. He was taking a shortcut home to his beloved slave, kitty, when a group of these thugs appeared. They were probaly thinking that it was their territory. They all had the smell of human on them. There were three of them each with a different weapon, that fit how they look. A skinny one with long hair had a bat. The big bald one, who called him out had a long chain. And the last one was a woman, who had two knifes. The strange thing was, the woman had a look and smell of innocence. A small shame, they would die tonight to feed his bloodlust. He popped his neck with a quick snap to the left.

He pulled out his katana, it shine in the light of the chilling moon. A beautiful blade, the craftsmenship was absolutely flawless, the point of the blade was dripping with poison mixed with holy water. From the pouch of his shealth. He remained silent as he slowly takes of his mask. His face was still consealed in darkness. In the darkness, a smile appeared, his brutal side was slowly appearing. The three were quickly frightened from the rich-looking freak of nature in front of them.

"Bub....Your going to die!" The skinny one charged into the darkness where he stood. Once he entered, the only sounds were of the sword clashing. Then the man scream with the sounds of chewing and ripping. Those sounds scared the crap out of the other two. He emerged from the darkness, his face still hidden. There was blood dripping, but the sword was still in perfect condition, no blood. The blood was dripping from his mouth, down to his chin, to the cold ground.

He threw something at them. The bald man caught it, to see it was a bloody hand. "What the fuck?! Wha...What the FUCK!" He and the woman began to scream. With blind rage he charge Hiro. Only to meet the same fate as his friend. He wiped the blood from his lip, and slowly walked over to the woman. With great speed grabbed her throat and picked her up. But something else caught his attention, a shapeshifter. "Please...Don't kill me..." She said with tears in her pretty little eyes. "I didn't really know them I swear!" Her voice was weakened from crying, crack after crack.

He looked at her for a moment. "I'll do anything I swear, just please! Please don't kill me!" Her voice raise one word after another. "You will be my slave. Understand? You go to the pub in the underground and ask for Bert, tell him Hiro sent you." She was deeply confused but nodded. "If you are not there, I will hunt you down and make your death extremely slow and extremely painful. Understand?" She nodded again. "Good." He put her down slowly, as fast as she could she ran to the underground. Knowing he would do as he said.

Now since that was over, his attention turned to the shapeshifter. He put on his mask and walked over to the club. Her smell was coming from there. The bouncer stopped him seeing the sword. Swiftly he punched his stomach then threw an uppercut, entered the club. "Oh goody..." He said quietly. He walked to the bar, attracting a lot of the attention from the dancers. Giving the shifter a lustful look. He liked playing with his prey, mostly when they were women.