Don walked over to the chairs and sat down on the one closest to the large window, and decided to gaze out. This all seemed too easy for him. But he wasn't in it for the hunt, he was in it for the blood. That's what drove his every move, and now he decided to let her come and take a seat... to get closer to him.

He threw her an alluring smile.
"That is why I do so enjoy this room. It's peacefull, no one else in the house comes here. And it lets me thing, and wonder what stories it could tell if it could talk," he said, dark eyes now scanning the rows of weapons. It was almost ironic. All these weapons that he had never used to kill, yet all his most recent victims had died here. The room made him so hungry sometimes, but for some reason that was not tonight.

"Of course, now we can talk in private. I'm curious, is there a reason why you chose Rose for your name? It intruigues me very much," his voice was full of curiosity...

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"Because that was the nickname my father gave me." Katarina said with a bitter chuckle as she glanced back at Don, her dark expression hidden behind her mask. "‘My pretty rose’ he used to say” she said with an almost sarcastic ring to her voice. "Yet while he was to busy looking at the blossom he forgot about the thorns," she added as she walked around the room a bit more as she spoke. "Though in the end, perhaps it was an apt nickname, for the rose and I have one thing in common, falling to the February frost." she replied crisply, her voice was devoid of any happiness to as she finally took a seat beside him. "I was not always as you see me now, a woman broken.” she said softly. “ I loved life and all it offered-until I was deceived by the world of men." she said falling silent again, wondering why her tongue that had been so silent for years had suddenly become unbridled in the presence of this man. Yet she found herself strangely comforted in revealing her darkest secrets to him, almost as if some of her burden had been lifted.

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Don now watched her closely, a maliciouse smile flickered on his lips, but was gone in an instant, like it had never been there.
"So there is a dark past behind that mask. We have that fact in common," Donovan said. He decided it was okay to reveal a little of his past. She was going to die anyway. "Though, I'm not sure I've ever loved life. With so much wrong with the world."

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Again, Antoine nodded, though his brain was only vaguely aware that his head was making such a motion. Much less that his hand had found Scarlet's arm, and they were currently leaving the rude woman's room. Slowly, his eyes started to focus again, and Antoine blinked to help them along. Everything was once more clarified in startling detail, the man beside him included.

For not the first time that evening, the young man's breath was taken away at the sight of his partner. Everything about him was perfect, almost like a marble statue. But there was no way this man could be made of marble. He walked and talked, and his touch was feather-light. Too soft to be made of something as hard as marble.

Realizing that he must've been staring, Antoine cleared his throat, and attempted a weak smile. "So, how long have you lived here?" he inquired. A simple question, but it was one to start a flow of conversation, at least. And he didn't sound like a dunderhead, either! That was always a plus.

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Katarina only smiled slightly at Don's words, feeling relieved that she should find a kindred spirit in a twisted sense, though she also felt a sense of pity at the harshness of his words. For her the world had once been a beautiful place-filled with light, joy and laughter. Yet, now it seemed to just be filled with darkness and for a brief moment she could not help but wonder if he was the luckier of the two. If he hated life as much as he did, then how could he know the pain of the loss of joy? But then again, she knew that she would never throw away those happy years for anything, though their loss had only grown more bitter overtime. "By your tone, it seems as if you have suffered much more than I have," she remarked quietly, not intending to pry about his past if he chose not reveal anything.

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"Thats hard to tell, since I don't know as much about your past. But, most likely, lets not go into detail. None of it is something I want to remember," Don replied. His past, even when human, was nothing but torment. And there was no hope for a brighter futur in eternity, either. The only pleasure was other people's pain and torment. It was like a revenge that was never fullfilled, and the urge for it only growing stronger with each passing day.

Not realizing it, he had began leaning closer to the Rose, taking in her smell, making his mouth water. It was kind of ironic that she almost smelt vaugley of roses. It was almost enchanting. Don almost felt that he would enjoy this woman's blood more than others, since he now knew it was tinged with darkness. The one thing he loved most other than the crymson liquid...

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Katarina merely nodded when Don refused to tell her more, as she too was loathed to go into any more detail about her dark history. As he leaned closer to her, Katarina found herself growing more uneasy. There was something in his manner now that terrified her, yet whatever it was, it was so well disguised that she could not place a reason as to why she had suddenly grown afraid. Backing up slightly to put some distance between them, she soon realized the precariousness of her situation, remembering at once how Don had mentioned how isolated the room was. "Midnight," she said quietly. "You are frightening me."

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Don looked supprised and leaned away, gazing out of the window, and look of sadness now taking over what could be seen of his features from behind the mask.
"I am sorry, I do not mean to frighten," he said, remaining as still as a statue for a moment. Right in that second he seemed to belong in that room, as if a ghost from the past when the barracks had been in it's true use. A scarred soldier in a blue suite gazing saddly out the window in memory of fallen comrades. And in a second that feeling left as he turned to look back at her, dark eyes now full of a deep lust.

"Though you should be frightened," he whispered loudly, standing, and striding over to her. He was quick, and had his hands holding her arms in an iron cold grasp. Don leaned his head in to brush his lips against her throat. He could feel the pulse of her blood.

"But don't worry, all the pain will be over soon," the words were barely a wisper as he opened his mouth and sunk his teeth into her neck...

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Katarina gasped as he teeth sank into her delicate neck, drawing blood. She wanted to scream, but her cry died in her throat as a new type of agony seemed to consume her body, though her mask did well to hide the expression of pain written on her face. Too late she recognized what he was-a creature of the night. She tried to struggled to free her arms from his iron grasp but it was to no avail. As the blood left her body, she felt herself growing weaker and soon she ceased her struggling, her arms falling limply at her side. “No, please,” she begged of him as her body slackened, his grip upon her the only thing supporting her now. “Uhhh…” she moaned lightly as her eyes began to flutter as she fought desperately to remain conscious.

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Don drank deeply of her blood, ignoring her cries and struggles. He let go of one arm, just to hold the other side of his neck. She tasted deliciouse. He knew he would enjoy this, and did, very much so.

But what he had not expected to happen, did. In a flash of black and red, something ran into him from the side, and nocked him away from the Rose, and something cut his cheek. Don growled, and turned to face the person who had disrupted his feeding, wipping the blood away that dripped from the corner of his mouth.
"How dare you," he spat.

Between the Rose, and Midnight, stood Crymson Moon, the slayer. Her eyes burned with a hatred behind her ebony mask, and in her hand was a knife, the knife that had cut his cheek. For the whole time, no one had noticed that she had followed them, and waited at the door for the right moment. So while Don indulged, she burste in the room to kill him. Though she had missed her target.

"Oh, I dare. I so do dare," she challenged back...

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Katarina slumped over as someone pushed Don away from her. In front of her she could just make out the blurred form of a woman standing between herself and Midnight. What's going on? she thought dimly-her foggy mind unable to process the events that were happening before her. Who is she? she wondered to herself, the effort just to remain conscious taking its toll on her weakened body.

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Crymson Moon pounced at Don like a cat, knife outheld, pointed at his heart. But he ducked, and moved to be behind her as she came to a stop, skirt rustling with the movement. He came at her this time, one hand going for her throat, the other her hand with the knife. Only one got it's mark. A black glove grasp the arm headed toward her throat, and there they stood, fighting each other's strength, every second Don gaining the advantage. He started to lean forward to bit her but found a knee in his gut instead.

His grip loosened for a second, and he recieved a cut across the chest for it. Rose tried to regain her footing for a stronger attack, but her skirt wouldn't let her. Finding a moment of weakness, Don pushed her out the window, the glass shattering and falling with her to the ground two stories bellow.

The vampire leaned forward out of the window to see if she had lived the fall, but before he got a good look, he jerked back. The knife she had been holding hit the top of the widowsill then fell to the ground at his feet. Another tempt to look told him that the Crymson Rose landed on a conveniently placed bush, and had jumped safely to the ground, glaring up at him.

Don turned away from the window, to look at the woman who obviously was having a hard time staying conciouse. He would have finnished her off, but that slayer had taken his appitite...

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Katarina glanced up at Don too weak to move, even if she wanted to flee from the room. His image blurred in and out of focus and she knew that she was now completely at his mercy. She could feel consciousness slipping away from her, could feel herself wanting to give into the surrounding blackness that now seemed to be more comforting than the fate that seemed to await her. What is he waiting for, she wondered to herself-though she dared not ask-even if she had the strength to. "Why..." she finally asked softly, her weak voice barely above a whisper.

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Evelyn heard the clue and pouted, it was a riddle and therefore not any easier to figure out. He was an artist, that much she knew, but what kind of artist was this cloud? Eyes locked with his beneath the mask, hoping to find a hint within them, but they were as cool and collected as his outer appearance and she could not figure it out. "I have not a single clue..."

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Jocelyn had done what she needed to do, she got under Derrick's skin, she knew his blood was boiling beneath his soft pale skin, and that was what she needed to have a good night. So with an unusual smirk on her lips, she moved her way through the throng of dancers, both vampires and humans.

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Another question that was more complicated than Skye would ever know. He had lived here for quite some time beneath the rule of the Vampire Lord, but he was not going to tell Skye this... at least now. He needed to see how Skye would react when he found out who his escort truly was, a creature of the night...

"All my life, it has been my home..." That was answer enough, for it was mostly true, this had been his first home after becoming what he is today, so all of his 'dead' life he had been here.

[sorry about the delay ><]

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(the delay was no problem, Pandora!)

"One more clue then," Aaron said, chuckling under his breath. "When I'm done putting said unmovable object on my canvas, my hands are painted with colors."

He was sure that that would give it away. And this time it sounded more like a statement than a riddle.

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Don sighed, and rubbed his face with his hand, thinking of what to do now. For a moment he payed no attention to the Rose, then suddenly turned to her, dark eyes full of fury.
"Why? Well, if it wasn't for that slayer, you would be gone by now... or as you could put it, dead. The woman who barged in here took my appitite. So welcome to the world of the undead," he said simply, watching her...

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