Blood and Bone (Open)

[Nyx Darter]

Her tongue flickered across her lips as she watched the crowds pushing their way through the busy streets. Each person in each crowd has a scent, a heart beat, a flavor. She clenched her teeth together, clenching her fists and closing her eyes at the sight. To her it a torment, having to watch them go past and not rip their throats out. Nyx's sharp teeth sank into her bottom lip and she let out a pained sigh, not that she needed to.
She needed to hunt, and soon. She was starting to feel ill and anxious, not a good sign in a vampire. Only the fragments of her morals and sheer survival instinct were keeping her from leaping out their and feasting on their warm blood. She didn't need to kill, she always tried not to. But to not kill she needed a victim who was either willing, or a place secluded enough to hide them.
Jumping out into the mass of people would be suicide and she knew it.

The red-head turned away, her ginger hair falling into her face and shining a ruby in the shadow's of her hooded cloak. The sunlight did not hurt her, but it made her weaker, dimmed the strength and beauty she possessed at night. It was also very uncomfortable, prickling at her skin and trying to warm her frozen veins. She shuddered lightly, turning away from the street in disgust. The people there were no use, killing them would be difficult and they were the sort of people who wished death upon her kind, forgetting she wasn't exactly living at that moment.

Nyx hauled herself up onto a large rubbish bin and jumping catching a window ledge and pulling herself up to sit in an alcove of the building as she waited for the sun to set.
Only a few more hours.

The time passed relatively quickly and soon the once bustling street was far quieter and the soft call of owls could be heard. She jumped from her hiding place and landed with a gentle thud. Nyx threw back her hood and her hair cascaded down her back, her far too pale skin shone in the moonlight as she stepped out into Diagon Alley, glancing up and down. There had to be someone here, someone willing to give her blood, or at least stupid enough to get too close.

Nyx rolled her shoulders and strutted down the street, her bare feet not noticing the icy chill the pacing stones had acquired.

[malfoy]

Amaranta Malfoy was in exactly the place she wasn't supposed to be in obviously doing something she wasn't supposed to do. She and her brother had been called home that weekened for some stupid reason. At least this time neither herself or her brother had something planned. Okay that was a lie. Draco was out with Nellie and had not come home. She had come home because well she had nothing better to do but be the dutiful daughter. However her father was not pleased that she did not bring her brother with her. So now what was she doing but wandering the streets of Diagon Alley. You see Amaranta was pissed at her father. Her mother had not helped much in calming her down either. Still Amaranta had helped her mother and her mother was not asleep. Thankfully the woman was pregnant and sleeping more. It allowed Amaranta to only have to worry about lectures from her father.

She had again been told to go get her brother and bring him back. She was not going to do that. He needed as much time now as he could get with Nellie. Their Father simply couldn't understand the feelings of his son. Amaranta had already spent time with the boy that had asked her on a date the last time. They had gone to Hogsmeade one night. They had of course snuck off grounds and got back without much notice of their disappearance. On top of that she had visited him a few times on the Drumstrang ship. So all was well in her world. She was surprised Draco had not come after the guy yet. He usually did but of course he was busy with Nellie. She was proud of her big brother for that. She wasn't really paying attention to where she was going and tripped over a crack in the pavement. She cursed rapidly and stood herself back up brushing off herself off. Her elbow as bleeding thanks to not having her cloak on yet. She brushed that off too as it now had dirt on it. She sighed and then heard footsteps coming her way. She turned to face who was coming at her.

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[Nyx Darter]

Her eyes flickered up the street to where a young girl was walking up the high-street. She was very pretty and she smelled like heaven. Her blood was pure, Nyx could taste it on her tongue as she inhaled. The girl seemed distracted, wandering along with no purpose, or that's what it appeared to be.
She smirked, speeding up her leisurely stroll to get closer to the girl. She was young, maybe easily manipulated, or weak enough for Nyx to control. She could feel her wand by her side, so easily accessible, she could stun the girl in a second.

But then everything changed in a single second. The girl, clearly not watching her steps, tripped and fell to the ground. Nyx watched it, as though it were in slow motion. The girl was falling through the air and Nyx's eyes lit up with curiosity. Then she was on the floor and the scent of blood hit her tongue.
Nyx darted forward, reaching the girl in seconds as she picked herself up off the floor. Her hand tightened on her arm as she stared at the ruby red droplets on her elbow. She licked her lips, eyes fixated on the blood. She was so thirsty and this child's blood was so mouth-watering.
"A pretty girl like yourself shouldn't be out here after dark. Not unless you are willing to give up a few drops of your delicious blood."
Nyx grinned up at the girl, standing over her, eyes alight with hunger.

[malfoy]

Amaranta was trying to figure out exactly what she was going to do about her bloody elbow. She could do the odd thing of well tasting her own blood which she'd done before or she could...She reached into her pocket and pulled out a tissue however she didn't really get a second chance to glance at it before someone was up on her and well speaking to her. It didn't really catch Amy off guard it just made her wonder. She sighed a bit and looked at the woman as her words finally hit and she could see the sparkle of spark canines in the dark. She backed away from the woman and moved into a fighting stance complete forgetting about the fact that her elbow as injured and that the blood was not working in her favor at the moment. She took a deep breath and then opened her mouth.

"First my damn father now this. Can I not get a break today. Damn it all." He voice came out in a low deadly hiss. "Just my luck that I would run into a halfbreed." Okay so Amaranta didn't mind half breeds what so ever. She found them rather fascinating and tragic. Kinda like her love for her father. Still she knew she was doomed but she didn't rightly want to give up her blood without question really. She stood her ground and waited for the vampire to make her move.

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[Nyx Darter]

Nyx watched her move into a fighting position and let out a laugh that could also be a purr. Her fingers slipped inside her robes and she pulled out her wand, pointing it straight at the girl. The scent of blood was intoxicating and this child fighting back was becoming annoying.
"Calm down my dear.It won't hurt, I promise. I won't kill you, I just need a little drink."
Her sharp nails dug into her wand and she bared her teeth at the girl, the smell was over-taking her and she could feel an animal instinct buried deep within her clawing up her throat, desperate to get out and revive her soul.

She licked her lips again and moved closer, her eyes dark with lust and hunger. The blood was so close. She could see the pulse in her neck, could hear her heartbeat.
"I am very thirsty. I need your blood and you are not being very nice about it. That angers me. Believe me sweetheart, you do not want to see an angry vampire. We tend to hurt people."
She took another step closer, a cold smile highlighting her beautiful features and dangerous eyes.

[malfoy]

Amaranta was in no mood to be vampire food. Then again this would piss off her father even more and maybe make her father show some god damn parenting warmth. Though she highly doubted that much. She looked at the vampire as she brandished a wand. Great Amaranta though in a mood to fight and in a fighting stance didn't really want to explain why she had to use underaged magic. Damn her for being her father's daughter. She gighed and listened to the vampire. It told her she wasn't going to kill her. Well that was something but still Amaranta wasn't sure she wanted to be a willing doner. She could see the other turning in a sense. The natural instincts of a vampire. She cleared her throat and backed up more. "With all due respect and all but why should I not resist. How do I know I can trust you not to kill me? I don't mean to anger, but I need answers."

In all honesty Amaranta just wanted to know that she could trust someone at the moment. Her brother was not with her and her father was being well not fatherly in any regards. So was the a reason to even care about living. Okay so she had to live for Draco and her mother but she was just a mix of emotions and she didn't like. She liked it better when her emotions didn't come up at all. Damn her father for all of this. She didn't want to see an angry vampire but unless she got her answers she'd deal with an angry one.

[Nyx Darter]

Nyx's smirk widened as the girl appeared to relax. She did start to move backward, but that was fine, she was thinking. She tilted her head, as though considering her words, when in reality she was thinking of the girl herself. She was young and upset, clearly problems at home. Probably issues with her father, judging by her words. From the fact that she was pausing to think, Nyx could guess it was loneliness, or a need for attention in some way. Not many people would want to be a Vampire's dinner.
She relaxed the smirk into a much friendlier smile, her voice changing from a growl to a softer, lower sound.
"Sweetheart, you have a beautiful scent, your blood is very attractive to me. Your cooperation would make it a lot less painful for you and a lot easier for me. I have no wish to kill someone, particularly not someone as young and as pretty as you. But..." She gave a sad sigh, shaking her head.
"I did not choose this life, I need blood to survive. Would you condemn me to death for something I am not in control of?"
She took a few steps closer, eyes sad. She reached forward, her hand about to brush over Amaranta's warm skin, but hovering just above it.
"I do not need much to live, certainly not all that is in your body. I can just bite your neck and heal it after. Or your wrist?"

[malfoy]

Amaranta kept her eyes on the vampire at all times. She was not sure why she was pausing in her thinking. She just didn't want to be dead because she allowed a vampire to suck her blood under the pretense that the vampire wasn't going to kill her. She knew they could be tricky. She also knew they needed it to survive just like Amaranta strived for love from someone to live as well. More like she needed air to breath though. She couldn't help but feel like it was the right thing to do. Becoming a donor couldn't really hurt much not could it. After all maybe the vampire's protection or even link to them could possibly work out for all parties. Sure it would be bad for her father if someone found out but well at the moment Amaranta didn't care about her fathers position. She wanted a father not a man married to his work and her mother. The only love she saw coming out of him most of the time was the love for her mother and with her pregnant even that had wained because he didn't want to believe the baby was his.

She was snapped out of thinking as Nyx advanced and she didn't move. Her blood was attractive it sounded so strange to have that word put to what her blood smelled like. Though she supposed vampires understood the smell of others far better then she could ever imagine. Their sense where in a sense heightened because of their change. Her voice had changed as not her demoner was changing as well. Amy wasn't going to condemn anyone to death. Not matter what type of blood they were. Halfbreed or not she couldn't just let someone die. Just like she hoped other would save her if they got the chance. She'd save even an enemy if she was honest with herself even being a slytherin at heart and cruel she'd do it. She took a deep breath trusting the woman in front of her. She may regret it if she died but something just told her she wouldn't. It might be the hand that was about to brush her or she might be under the vampire's spell but she doubted it was the spell thing.

"okay. but my elbow is already bleeding if you want to take from there." She braced herself in a sense not sure how having her blood sucked was going to be. She just didn't want to be over powered by the vampire. She knew very well that she couldn't fight against an angry one.

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[Nyx Darter]

Nyx's smile was stunning. Her lips parted to reveal her teeth and for a moment she was about to lunge straight for her neck, when she managed to regain some composure. The girl was offering her blood, if this went well then Nyx could continue to use her a source of blood without ever needing to kill. She ran her tongue over her sharp teeth and glanced up and down the street. Gently she took hold of Aramanta's arm and led her towards an alleyway between two shops. She didn't want to be disturbed while she was feeding.
She stopped and indicated Aramanta should lean against the wall. This time she did run a finger down her face, the warmth of her skin sending shivers down her spine and making her blood seem even more beautiful to the vampire.
"You are a lovely girl. What is your name? I am Nyx."
She reached inside the long robe and pulled down a small bottle of pale blue liquid. Nyx cracked the seal and pulled the stopper out, a warm, minty smell rising and filling the air.
"This will clean the wound before I drink. It will not hurt much."
She gently poured some of the syrup like liquid onto her fingers and pressed it to the wound. It was a fairly deep cut, deep enough to give her a good supply of blood anyway. She hadn't told the child, but the potion would also help to numb the area slightly. She could see the blood starting to congeal, so she would need to sink her teeth in to get a fresh supply of blood.

She looked up and smiled at the girl, pulling her arm up and bending to press her lips to her elbow. Her lips were like ice and the girl was like fire. Her blood was on her tongue she she let out a sigh of relief. As gently as she could she pressed her fangs into the wound, pushing past the healing skin and feeling hot, metallic blood pour into her mouth. She hissed in delight, some of the scarlet life-giver flowing over the side of her lips as she drank.

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[malfoy]

Amaranta still didn't take her eyes off the vampire in front of her. She knew she was willing becoming a blood donor and that didn't bother her one bit. Most people it might but Amaranta came from a different breed of person. The vampire's smile had her captivated. It was so beautiful even with the elogated canines. Before she knew it she was being pulled into an alleyway. Amaranta leaned against the wall as she was indicated to do so. She figured it would be better to be leaning anyways if she were to get dizzy from the lack of blood. Then the vampire ran her finger down her face. It sent shivers up Amaranta's spine and she almost fainted as the coolness of the burn that it left upon her. It was a wonder feeling and Amaranta in a way wanted more.

"Pleasure to meet you Nyx. My name is Amaranta though most people just call me Amy." In all honesty they called her that because they couldn't say her name the way she wanted them too. She watched as Nyx pulled out a vile of blue liquid. She felt the liquid and made no move to show that it hurt at all. As a matter of fact it didn't really hurt anyways. Amaranta had this interestingly high tolerance to pain as it were in a sense. She could forget about pain moments after it started and sometimes she only thought about something hurting because it was bleeding. She let out a small gasp as she felt the other bite into her only a little bit to get fresh blood out of her wound. All senses of pleasure were going off in Amaranta now and she didn't know why. It was very strange for her. So she stood there leaning against the building trying to keep herself straight and unmoving so that Nyx could get her fill of her blood. She still hoped she wouldn't be killed but something told her she was safe with the other.

[Nyx Darter]

For Nyx the blood was like water in a desert. It was hot and sweet and it tasted like a life of wealth and luxury. It flowed steadily into her mouth and though she tried not to let it pour down her cheeks, should couldn't help but let some get past as she ran her tongue over the wound.
Nyx looked up at the girl and could see the pleasure on the young girl's face. She was so young and so beautiful. Admittedly the vampire only looked about 17, but she was so much older.
She paused in her drinking, hands and face bloody. soon the would have to stop, before the girl passed out.

Nyx took a few more gulps, it had been a long time since she had drank such delicious blood and longer since it was from such a beautiful person. She started to pull away, but the lust took over and she took another gulp of the sweet red nectar.
She had to pull away with some force to stop herself from continuing to feed until the girl was dead.
She found herself kneeling by the girl's arm and picked her wand up from the dirty floor where it had been dropped and after a moment of debate, flicked it at the wound which sealed itself shut straight away.
Nyx was not in the habit of killing, it was a waste. She could keep using the living ones for a lot longer, whereas the dead ones were basically a one-night-stand. Fun for a while but, boring in the long term.

She wasn't finished with the girl though. She took the girl's arm again, gently and ran her bitter cold tongue over her elbow, cleaning it of the remaining blood, a blissful look coming over her face as she did.
Finally she stood, her lips and jaw covered in blood, as were her hands. She looked down at the girl, leaning over her and trying to appear non-threatening. Once again she touched her cheek, this time leaving smears of blood as she felt a jolt of warmth and delight course through her at the simple touch.
Amaranta is so much more beautiful than Amy, don't you think."
Her voice had lost the edge of a growl and had morphed into a silky purr.

[malfoy]

Amaranta only half noticed her blood leaving her. She was now closing her eyes not because she was feeling faint though that was coming with the lack of blood but because the feeling was more intense that way. Pleasure was all that she could think of right now and something seemed so wonderful about it. It was something that Amaranta had never felt before. She was confused as to how someone's touch could do that to her. A vampire nonetheless. Amaranta didn't see herself as lesbian or bi really. She hadn't however ever had the chance to truly date til recently. She thanked Nellie a hundred times over for occupying her twin brothers thoughts. At the thought of Draco she wondered if she could tell that she was in trouble or not. He was probably getting the sense that she wasn't in trouble at all but probably knew she'd gotten hurt in some way earlier thanks to her father. It was that twin connection thing that came in handy most times.

There was a pause and she opened her eyes to look at Nyx. She could see the glistening of read on the others face. She knew very well that it was her blood that was on the vampire's face. However Amaranta didn't seem to mind seeing such a site. Then the other took a few more gulps of her blood and pulled away. Nyx was now kneeling by her arm and picking up her wand. Amaranta was a bit too dizzy and dazed to actually pay attention to what the other was doing. Though she vaguely remembered the other telling her that she'd heal the wound when shew as don. Amaranta gasped as Nyx sent a shiver down her arm and through her body as she licked up the remaining blood. Amy completely melted into the other as the other touched her cheek. There was blood on her face not too but Amy didn't mind at all. She was completely captivated by Nyx. She was trying to find words but they weren't coming out. There was such affection in this vampire a complete strange almost. Affection she didn't get from her father and that she needed from her father.

"Yes it is. My full name is Amaranta Bryony Malfoy. The never fading flower on the poisonous vine of bad faith." Her name sounded so beautiful flowing of Nyx's tongue. Amranta's voice sounded dazed and enthralled. It was soft and unwavering as well. All the anger had left Amaranta.

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[Nyx Darter]

Nyx smiled softly at the site on the young girl's face. It was the face worn by many after having their blood drank by a vampire. Most assumed it would be a painful, horrific ordeal, they never for a second guessed that they might like it. She held in a chuckle, enjoying the other girl's vulnerability, combined with the trust she had bestowed upon the virtually unknown vampire.

Nyx liked being in control, after so many years at the hands of her masters, where she had to keep quiet and know her place, being in control of another person was fantastic. It was even more perfect as this girl and her friends and family would probably hate her for what she was. Yet she had made Amaranta love her, need her, crave the attention she would show the girl.

She smiled down at her.
"Such a beautiful name, you are soft and gentle my dear. But you have a sting, a poison. I like that. Hmmm.."
She mused for a moment, acting for the girl.
"They said the Malfoy's were the most beautiful of the purebloods. I find myself unable to disagree as I look upon you. Let us hope you never fade, like your name predicts."

[malfoy]

Amaranta was baffled on how Nyx could simply make everything seem as though it had not happened. She wondered if the vampire could see or tell she had bruises anywhere. She did good to try to hide them but sometimes the one on her arms showed and she was sure there was one on the arm that Nyx had gotten her blood from. She did however realize that the vampire had control over her. For some reason however Amaranta didn't care. It made sense to have the vampire in control. It made more sense then anything else that had happened that day. Bree couldn't tell if she had thought it was going to be painful or not. She figured she could die from giving her blood to a vampire but she never really thought about hit being painful. Horrific maybe but she was pleasantly surprised that it had felt so wonderful. She was a vulnerable creature she knew that at the moment but for once Amaranta Bryony Malfoy didn't give a flying bloody hell about. Everything felt right and there was nothing that was going to change that.

She was watching Nyx with interest. The way she moved the way she looked at her. Bree was getting the attention she wanted from her. Nyx liked her name and being called soft and gentle had such an interesting tone to it. Nyx was probably acting but Amaranta didn't care. She was too enthralled with the vampire at the moment. Amaranta could say nothing but nod her head to the vampires words. She pushed herself off the wall she was leaning against and almost stumbled foreward before righting herself. She wondered if this was what it was like to be drunk off life or something else.

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[Nyx Darter]

Nyx's eyes flickered away from the girl's face and settled on her throat. She could see the rise and fall of her neck as she breathed and could hear the flow of blood beneath the veins. She could sense her heartbeats and could taste the blood and sweat and heat still in the air, even though the wound was closed.
This girl was useful to her, Nyx had got her addicted to a vampire's touch. She could keep her around for a long time, she was still young. Plus she was the daughter of a Malfoy, a Deatheater and a powerful man in the social world. She held in a smirk, remembering how he had stood among the ranks of the Dark Lords followers when she had been found, when she had declined his offer of loyalty. She remembered the scent of his blood and the way he had followed the Dark Lords orders to take her away after she rejected Voldemort. She remembered the fear in his eyes.
Lucius Malfoy would never let his daughter be hurt.

She twisted her head at the sound of drunken voices from not far up the streets. Somehow she suspected they would not be welcoming to a vampire drinking the blood of a young girl.
She turned back to Amaranta, a daring smile on her frozen features.
We best not linger. Do you wish to go anywhere. I could not bear to be parted from you so soon."
She crooned softly to the girl.