Out of the Fire
January 30th, 2017
(Kazuki Ryuga, Daemien, Martyr, Millie)
(From live play. Profiles: Kaz, Mar (obviously), Millie)

Kaz was wandering, as he often did. Having a "male" day, he was dressed simply in a pair of jeans and t-shirt, a sweatshirt with sleeves pushed up to his elbows that hung loose over his smaller frame. His lips were awkwardly pulled over his teeth as he whistled some stray tune that had gotten stuck in his head. His hands were tucked into the front pockets of his sweatshirt, giving the appearance of a casual stroll.

At least until the hint of blood followed the breeze and hit him head on. Chestnut irises bled red around the edges, tickled his nose and caused him to salivate. "Hn," he hummed, scanning those ever brightening eyes along the path until his legs carried him toward the scent he picked up on. For whatever reason the scent of this blood smelled sweeter, more decadent than most he'd smelled before. It was almost intoxicating as he followed the trail.

It wasn't until he spied a collapsed form in the distance that he narrowed his eyes to the sight, approaching a bit slower but at a steady pace. His jaw tensed as he came up to the body, bracing himself against the heady aroma of coppery crimson liquid that was pooling on the ground. He took a shaky inhale when he spied that it was a woman, a frown curling the corners of his mouth downward as he rolled his eyes shut and just... stopped breathing. The pull of the blood was strong, as many his age and even older had trouble controlling themselves over so much spilled blood. But his morality held himself back from going feral on her.

It was until he got a good look at parts other than her backside that he caught a jawline, a cheekbone, the curls of her hair and.. "Speck!" He yelped, no longer thinking about the pull of the blood pooled around the woman as he rushed to her side and dropped down to one knee. The blood saturated the leg of his jeans, but he didn't seem to care in that moment. His hand scooped under her head, tilting her face so he could look at her and hopefully for her to look at him. But what he saw wasn't the bright orange-yellow irises of Speck. This woman's hair was too short, too. It confused him, clear on his expression as he shook his head. "You're.. not Speck. But you look.. uncanny sim.. are you twins?" The response from the woman being nothing more than a sputtering of blood that bubbled and spilled over the corners of her mouth.

His eyes dragged down her body, reaching with the hand that wasn't cradling her head to shift her arm away from the wound. The sight of the horrific impalement would made him hiss and shake his head. "That's.." Fatal. Slow and painful... a death sentence. "Nevermind," he muttered, irises that were pooling over with the warmer chestnut of his natural eyes now that the urge to turn the woman into a snack had disappeared with the face that looked too much like Speck. What do I do? Shaking his head, he muttered an apology to the woman. "I'm sorry, but we need to get you some help. And.. this is going to hurt," he warned her, scooting closer to her as he scooped his arms beneath her. Under her legs, under her shoulders. And almost effortlessly, if not awkwardly considering the difference in height, he scooped her up with a grunt. "This would be a useful time to be taller," he grumbled, about to walk away with her until...

Daemien. His nostrils flared as he snapped his head to stare at the woman who looked on the edge of unconsciousness from blood loss. He tilted his head downward, nostrils flaring as he took another sniff. She reeked of Daemien. At first, he considered she was one of his victims, ready to put her down and apologize for not being able to get involved with his King's affairs. But.. no. This was no victim -not in that way- of the Blood King. She was coated in his scent like the women Daemien had... affairs.. with. Looking her over, he took a steadying breath. "You belong to Daemien, don't you?" The response of nothing more than a bubble of blood pooling at her lips had him snickering. "Right, safe to assume here.." Shaking his head, he adjusted her in his arms and tracked his master's scent to the tattered and beaten rundown house that belonged to the ancient Blood King.

Reaching the doorway, he had no free hands to knock, leaving him to wobble awkwardly on one foot to kick open -yes kick open- the front door. "Daemien!" He called out into the home.

The Blood King in question could smell the excessive amount of blood as it approached the door, raising a brow from where he was settled on the couch as his eyes snapped to the doorway. Eva was out hunting, Diana was rarely home. It was somewhat quiet, though the fact that it was quiet had him on edge. His nostrils flared, lifting himself from the couch as he used his senses through the almost overwhelming scent of blood to feel the familiar pull of one of his.Rounding the break between the living room and hallway just in time for the door to get kicked open, he growled. "Do you have to make a fucking grand entrance every..." Only to trail off at the sight of the woman Kaz was carrying. "...Martyr?"

Millie was home! Oh and she'd grown out of that feral stage...for the most part. She still liked to chew on him most of the time. She had been trying on Martyr's clothes while the reaper was away, mostly waiting for her to be gone, because the reaper had a bad habit of taking it as an invitation for dress up and braiding her hair. She... Well, she let her do it every time, but didn't like it. Millie didn't have a bunch of clothes to her name anymore since Daemien sort of...stole her. "Why do none of these fit around my ass?" she asked, looking at the wrinkle in the jeans were her ass was supposed to be. Not that she didn't have one, she just didn't have one of those Slane booties. She was reaching for a dress when the door splintered open and she stiffened up. Someone called out for Daemien after a rough entrance and she immediately went on the defensive, thinking it was an attack. It didn't help that she could smell all that blood. Millie snarled lightly and went flying out of the room after the noise, fangs bared as she growled. She....well she wasn't expecting a tiny Asian man! If she could have possibly gotten more pale, she would have at the sight of her friend. "Mar..." she whispered softly. Then those red eyes drifted to Kaz like, what did you do?!

The reaper...or...well, human, now.. Weird. Okay, the human was clinging to life and whether it was for someone else or for her own refusal to die was a mystery. Kaz was...comfortable. She'd rested her head against his chest the entire trip back, except when he asked her questions. In which case she'd attempt to nod if she knew the answer to them. In Speck's case, she hadn't a clue that there was anyone else who wore her face. She couldn't really answer that. When he kicked in the door, she let out a bubbling, bloody little grunt in response. There was a little sigh of relief when they actually made it to Daemien. It was a hell of a lot better than dying in the streets.

Having heard Millie's question in the other room, he sighed. "Because you don't have a giant ass like she does, Mill." Giving the doorway that duh sort of expression. But all that humor was lost in him seeing the woman bleeding out in his underlings arms. Dae's feline shaped eyes narrowed at the once-Reaper, the slope of his brows dropping drastically in confusion. The initial signature scent of her blood was there but it was... different. It had the similar scent to that of... "What the hell is going on?" He barked, irritation hinted in his tone as he strode over to where Kaz was holding her. Though Millie had eyed the Asian with that accusatory look, Daemien didn't. He knew each of his underlings like the back of his hand, having been in their head during the change, and he knew Kaz would never prey on a woman. Shirtless as always, he bent some to reach the Asian's shorter height, replacing his arms where Kaz's was as he lifted Mar effortlessly -and more proportionately- in his own. "Explain," he growled to his underling, nodding his head in the direction of the living room, brushing past Millie as he glanced down to Mar with that look of confusion on his face. "..You should've healed by now.." He muttered, as if the situation was going over his head. Which... it was. He had no damn clue what was going on as he brought the woman to the couch and laid her out on the cushions.

The snarling from Millie and accusatory look was met with a look of shame and a lowering of eyes. Regardless of the fact that Martyr's condition wasn't at his fault, it didn't make him any less upset. He didn't know this woman, at all. But there was something unsettling to him about how much she looked like Speck. Made him sick, made him kinda wanna cry. "I don't... I don't know what happened..." He admitted, compliant as Daemien took the woman from him, wiping his bloody hands on an already blood smeared sweatshirt. He couldn't help but keep glancing over to Millie with that puppy-that-peed-on-the-floor look. Only to wince softly at the bark coming from his master, a nod of his head as he followed after him. "I... I don't know," he repeated, taking a sorrowful breath. "I was walking around, I found her on the ground. She looks.." Shaking his head, he decided now wasn't the time to bring up the woman's look-a-like. "I could smell her on you like a cologne," he snickered. "I figured she was yours, so.. I brought her here.." He worried his bottom lip with his teeth, having followed Daemien and the blood-soaked woman. "... The wound looks fatal. Daemien.." He muttered in a hushed whisper that resembled a hiss, glancing to Mar with a frown.

Millie softened a bit at the look Kaz had given her. He was just so tiny and feminine, it was hard to hate him for being a man when he... Well let's face it, even on his manliest day, he wasn't...overly masculine. She crinkled her nose lightly as the blood smell began to get to her. She began to pace lightly, back and forth with anxiety both for the fact that her friend was dying, and....the fact that she might have wanted to finish her off. She was a baby, okay?! She didn't have the experience the other two did. A hand came up beneath her nose and she stifled a whimper, before growling loudly at Kaz's words. "It's not fatal... it can't be fatal," still cupping her nose, which made her voice a muffled growl. "Fix it!" As if Kaz was supposed to be some magical freaking doctor. Her eyes were red as can be at this point, still pacing like she was going to lose her shit at any moment.

When Daemien took her, she seemed more relaxed than she should be for having a hole through her chest. Then he put her down, and she followed him with her eyes, which were getting heavier and heavier as time went on. She shook her head no, in a slow weak way when he mentioned her healing. Stating the damned obvious. I'm not healing... Frickin' obviously! She focused on getting what air she could into her lungs for the time being. Keeping a brave face, and not whimpering or crying. She died on a daily damn basis. It just never lasted this long.

He'd crouched next to the couch, leaning against the edge some as he swatted a few dreads out of his face to get a closer look. He lifted her shirt, exposing the wound more as he hissed under his breath and nodded to Kaz's words. "So, you don't know who did this." Stated not as a question, but as if it was fact.

"No," he muttered apologetically, shaking his head until his gaze cut to Millie. His head tilted slowly, eyeing her and her actions. "...She's fresh, isn't she?" A glance then to Daemien.

"Yes," turning his eyes on Millie then, the muscles beneath that tan flesh tensing as he watched her pacing. The bright crimson of her eyes, listened to the growling. "..Take her out of here, Kaz." His tone was out of patience, an order barked.

There was a sigh that released when the confirmation of how new Millie was hit him with realization and he cast a glance to Mar and all the blood. He remembered what it felt like to be brand spankin' new. How that much blood would've driven him insane with bloodlust and.. the possibility that Dae might not have been quick enough to catch him.. Shaking his head to wash that thought from his mind, he stiffened to the order barked and looked over to Millie. "What are you going to do with her, Dae?" His eyes glancing to his master, though his feet was disobeying his want to stand right there.

"That's my concern, not yours." He growled under his breath, turning his own crimson eyes toward Kaz, his expression taught and stern as he nodded in a twitch of movement to Millie. "Take her. Out of here. Now."

If he'd had a heart, it would be pounding. There was concern there, knowing what Daemien was like. He didn't believe the man was a monster, but he didn't really believe he was good either. And part of him didn't want to leave Speck's look-alike alone with him. Gnawing on his bottom lip, he let out a shaky breath at those final orders barked as his feet started shuffling almost defeatedly toward Millie. Dragging his gaze to her, he held out his arms as if to block her off from the room. "..When the boss says go.." His tone apologetic as he gave her that please don't make this more difficult, girl look.

Of course Millie didn't want to leave the room. It wasn't out of distrust for what Daemien might do, but out of concern for her friend and wanting to see it through....and quite possibly wanting to just have a little lick. One little lick couldn't hurt, right? ...Right?! She was smart, though. It was one of the things that made Dae a bit soft on her, the fact that she could see the logic in most things, that...didn't have to do with men. Fucking men... She knew better than to think her being there would do any good for Martyr. It was dangerous and stupid. That didn't stop her from visibly deflating, though. Until Kaz held out his arms, and she growled and snapped lightly. "Don't touch me! I'm going!" like a drunk, trouble making woman with a cop. She turned away and headed back toward Dae's bedroom. Possibly because she wanted to smell Martyr on the sheets.

Wasn't it kind of Martyr's concern, though? The big boss voice didn't frighten her, but then again, nothing Daemien did really managed that anymore. She looked up at him as the room cleared out, and her expression said it all. I'm sorry. She was. She was sorry for letting someone get the best of her. Sorry for bleeding on his underling and couch. Sorry for being useless now. It wasn't just the blood and healing. She was weak, human, and no good to him anymore.

He didn't know the girl, but he was respectful women. The moment she said don't touch me, he lifted those bloodied hands in surrender. "Okay, I won't touch you," he promised, his voice soft. There was a glimmer of understanding there, the way she was concerned for Mar.. the way she might've kinda wanted to lick it. Even he did, or.. would've.. were it not for the girl's damn face. Tucking his hands into his jeans pockets in a show of I'm not touching! he followed after Millie with a fleeting glance back to Daemien and the girl on the couch. Sighing softly, he rolled his eyes closed before brushing through the doorway to Dae's room and closing it when Millie had gone in.

That stern look stayed on the two underlings, swallowing down the inhuman growl that was threatening to ripple from the pit of his stomach. When Millie gave her compliance, he dragged that crimson gaze back to Martyr to see that apologetic look. When they were as alone as they were going to get, a fleeting glance to the door of his room before it flicked back to her. "You're going to die." His expression was blank, his tone hardly hinting at any emotion at all. "You're not a Reaper anymore.. I can smell the human on you. In your blood. On your skin." His voice was soft, like lulling her to her death. Haunting, even. His blinking was slow as the tension moved under the skin of his jaw. "We don't have much time," he told her, glancing to the gaping wound in her torso. "And you're rendered practically useless to me at this point." He was silent for a moment, as if that was going to be the end of it.

"Unless.." His feline-like gaze locked onto her eyes, unblinking and almost luminescent in it's redness. "... I change you." Those three words were spoken almost like a question. ...Do you want this?

Millie curled up on the bed, hugging the pillow like it was a damned stuffed animal. She stared at him as he came in, did he really not trust her to stay put and not run in there? ...Okay, good call. She was still a baby when it came to vampirism, after all. Still, she didn't look all too happy that he was in there, and seemed to turn her head up in a way of shunning him. She wouldn't, couldn't turn her back on him, though. Damn men... She wanted to spam Daemien's head with questions but refrained.

When he spoke of her situation, she nodded slowly and weakly. Her ears were ringing, and she knew she was on death's doorstep at this point, and this time when she went in, she'd stay there. She didn't seem offended by the fact that he spoke of her uselessness. She knew, and could feel it. Her eyes stuck to him, blinks seemed to linger, and it was a mystery on how they opened back up at all, but they did. Her eyes were no longer violet, they were a weird shade of green. Even those eyes looked human. When he gave her that option, she stared at him for a moment. "D-d..." The stuttering lyrics were distorted and wet when they fell out of her mouth. She nodded her head. "D-do...it..."

His expression remained blank, emotionless and seemingly ready for her decision either way. There was no hint of why he gave the option written on his expression or the tone of his voice. He simply... waited.
Those stuttering syllables were given, the feeble nod of her head. His own words were cut short. "So be it." Kaz, keep Millie in the room. After a steadying breath of self control, he made his move.

No, Kaz didn't trust her not to run. It was nothing personal, perhaps biased from his own opinion or experience. Still, it wasn't a risk he was willing to take. Millie made herself comfortable on the bed, and he remained by the door, leaning against the far wall as if to keep his distance from the distrusting Fledgling to give her space. "I'm sorry about.." He started, his tone hinting with true remorse and sympathy for her situation. Before he could finish saying your friend, Daemien's telepathic instruction had him letting out a ragged breath. Hai, Daemien. This time, there was no return of hi from his master like there would've been from a certain blind girl to lighten the mood. All he did was turn his frame to lean against the door, barring the way to Martyr.

Kaz had been eavesdropping from the kitchen, listening in with his hands full with two glasses of blood laced alcohol. He was pressed against the wall, his head tilted to listen to the questions Millie was asking. Perhaps out of curiosity, or his own suspicions on Dae's change. Yet.. he didn't know why. He's different now. Colder. More bitter. He'd been gone too long to know about Renzea or Pandora. And it wasn't until that break of a bottle had him startling a bit and cringing, closing his eyes as if he thought it had been Dae. He hadn't planned on getting involved if it had been, thought the Blood King was going to throw some things and be done with it. But it didn't take him too long to figure out that it had been Millie that broke the bottle, only to lash that short speech at the alpha. He muttered a "shit" under his breath, knowing it was going to go downhill fast. Dae could have a temper and blatant disrespect like that never settled well with him. Abandoning the glasses on the stove, he made it into the room just in time to see Dae hovering over Millie and snarling in her face like a wild animal. "Dae.." He muttered, "please.." He sighed, holding up his hands with a slow approach like the man was actually rabid. No sudden movements! He'll attack!

The sudden pounce had knocked her body back into the cushions hard enough to warrent a sighing, hissing little grunt from her lips. He snarled, and she snarled right back. Did he really expect anything less? This was someone who'd thrown a shoe at his head when he was feeding. Someone that had caught his attention with her fighting spirit--stupid as it was. Her fangs were on full display as she glowered right back up at him with those bright, crimson eyes. She should have been afraid, or begging, or something but she wasn't. "Anything is better than you being emotionless..." she muttered up at him. She didn't like him like that, and it wasn't something she'd ever get used to.

For that moment, Kaz was completely ignored. In her defense, it had been her fighting spirit that caught his attention in the first place. Now, it seemed to be biting him in the ass the way she was snarling back at him. The action only made him bare his teeth more, his nose scrunching as lines appeared on his dipped brows to give a more animalistic appearance. "And if I lose my cool.." He spat at her. "Who's going to be around to make sure your dumb asses stay in line?" It was about that point that Cujo snapped his teeth at her to make a point, hovering close to her neck. "It's my job to stay calm. You call it emotionless. Do I have to remind you who I am, Millie?"

Kaz... well, Kaz was ignored and he watched on with too-wide eyes and started gnawing on his bottom lip. He.. might've whined a few times like a damn puppy. Nooo don't eat her! Millie stop iiiiiit. Dammit Dae! Guysssss. He was going to start pacing here soon.

Poor Kaz. She'd have said hi or something if she didn't have a very rabid Daemien snapping teeth at her neck and making good points. It only made her more angry, "You don't have to be a damned lump! You can feel shit without losing your fucking cool!" she snapped back. When those teeth snapped at her neck, her eye twitched lightly. A little growl left her lips and she reared back like a damned snake and attempted to get her own chompers into the side of his neck.

"...I have my fucking way with coping, Millie. Just because it's not raised to your fucking standards, doesn't mean I'm not," he sneered at her, his tongue almost corrosive with the acid spat in those words. "Go f-..nghrrrrrrrrrr." He didn't have much time to react through his yelling at her to stop that viper strike to the side of his neck, letting out a grunt that quickly turning into a growling snarl. Anger flashed in those crimson eyes as he clenched his own teeth and all but roared as that clawed hand lifted from the couch cushion to clamp down on her own throat. His fingers clenched, threatening to crush her windpipe and everything else there as he practically tore her from the side of his neck carelessly -- and recklessly at that. He glowered at her for that bold move, feeling the blood dribbling down the side of his neck where he tore her from him. Climbing to his feet easily, he lifted her by her throat and barked cold, harsh words at her. "HOW FUCKING STUPID ARE YOU?" His expression contorted into something that no longer resembled human as he all but whipped her like a fucking ragdoll toward a nearby wall.

...She wanted angry... She certainly got it?

Seeing Millie dig her own grave with the disrespect of biting Dae on the neck, he roughly palmed his face and made his own soft growling noises. Rubbing his face as he muttered in Japanese, he finally just lifted his hands in the air like fuck this shit! I'm out! He wasn't going to get involved with this one. Sorry Millie... And he'd be retreating right back to that kitchen all over again. I ain't dying for this!

Millie snarled lightly when he grabbed her, but it was cut short when he nearly crushed that windpipe. Her cold, red eyes stared at him when he lifted her, but she didn't struggle. There was something in her eyes that said, do it. When he held her there, but instead of killing her, he flung her at the wall. It wasn't graceful the way she met the wall and then the floor. One eye closed, and she let out a little grunt before shoving herself back up to her feet.

He didn't give her much time to recover before he was on her all over again. That look had irritated him, the fact that it was as if she wanted him to kill her. The moment she was on her feet again, he was pinning her to the wall with his hand splayed over her chest. Growling, the look on his face was I'm getting real sick of your shit, kid. "Do you want me to kill you? All that fucking time and effort a goddamn waste," he pressed, as if he was going to try to shove her through the damn wall. "You've learned nothing. And you're clearly not fucking getting it now." His teeth bared, his hand kept her pinned to the wall even if she used her arms to try to lash out at him. He.. was very clearly gone in his rage for the moment, perhaps even bloodlust. Lip curling, he lunged forward toward her throat like he was going to tear it out until he didn't get any further than a graze.

Stiff as a statue, he blinked as the crimson in his eyes retracted back to hazel while he started at that wall behind the disrespecting fledgling. Lifting his head slowly, it might've looked like he was changing his mind out of the good of his charcoal grimy heart until he snapped his head in the direction of the basement. "...You've got to be fucking kidding me.." he muttered, flicking his gaze to the clock.

The youngest...or second-youngest now...vampiress was in a really weird place. Her nose twitched It seemed as if she did want him to kill her. She stared up at him, but one eye closed almost painfully as he pressed against her chest. A little scoff left her lips when he asked that question, "Didn't you already do that?" she hissed. Yeah, she wanted to fucking die, it seemed. When he went for her throat, she lifted her chin and exposed it for him. Her eyes fell shut, waiting as she felt his breath spill out against her cold, dead flesh. He stopped, and she looked absolutely confused by this. "...what?" like he stopped in the middle of sex.

The former-reaper, now underling feral busted through that basement door. She probably looked a bit more like a zombie than a damned vampire at this point as she sprinted into the room. She didn't stop, moving to bolt around the living room, before heading straight for that infamous hole that Millie once called her home. She slid right in there and crawled out of reach.

The waking pull of Mar's brain flipping on like a light switch was what.She totally killed his Murder Boner. "Shut up," he muttered to Millie, those eyes narrowed on the basement door. His tone hinted he still wasn't pleased with her, but his own switch was now flipped.. off. His hand pulled away from Millie's chest where he was pinning her just as that reaper-gone-vamp came flying out of the basement like a bat out of hell. Those brows crept high as he stared at the zooming feral, eyes trailing her every move... just for her to dive for the Millie Hole. Like he was suddenly having a flashback, or maybe hoped they were done with that fucking thing, his head tipped back as he belted out a whine with his eyes closed. "Martyrrrrrrrrr. Get out of the hoooooooooole." Almost stomping his fucking foot before he started away from Millie to deal with the feral, pausing to give Millie a stern look like he hadn't just been about to kill her, he pointed. "We're not done here." Like she was in trouble for sneaking out late at night, not disrespecting the shit out of the Blood King and he was chastising her. Only to turn away from her and start toward the hole in the wall. "Mar... come out," seeming completely normal about all this. While in his head.. he was a fucking train wreck of questions.

"I know, I know," he muttered when she whined at him. He sighed when she seemed to protest the blood, hoping he wouldn't have to force it on her, but she needed it. Only to let out another yet that was relief when she complied. "Good," he breathed, laying his head back on the floor and closing his eyes while she fed, his fingers still running through her hair.

With the glass now in his hands, he readied her drink for her as he spoke. By the time he was finished, he was holding the drink out to her though paused to her question with furrowed brows. He was quiet for a second, glancing to the doorway before shaking his head. "I don't think he's going to kill you. He's hot tempered, and he snapped. But.. safe measure?" Holding the glass out to her with an apologetic smile. "Start kissin' some ass, girl. We've all had to at one point. Even me."

Dae probably looked about ready to doze off himself, which... in all fairness.. it had been a stressful day and he did need sleep. Though, really, he was more content at the moment than he'd like to admit. There was relief that Mar had made it through, and it was tiring the way the less intelligent brutish alpha's head was swarming with questions that only seemed to spring more questions instead of answers. How? Why? ... Who! When! Where! Okay, maybe not those, but dammit he was confused. One of those feline eyes peered open at the non-reaper that seemed to be dozing off on him, snickering under his breath before that lone eye rolled closed again. Millie might've been a glutton like him... but Mar definitely got that lazy cat thing down to a T.

He'd just lifted his glass to his lips when she talked about biting Dae's ass. He almost sputtered the bloody drink out of his mouth as his arm came up to cough into the inside of his sleeve as he fell into a fit of giggles. She said not like that but he was giving her that look of amusement like uh huh! sure! before nodding. "Mhm..." Though it was hard to hide that smirk as he lifted his glass to his lips for a more successful sip. He seemed to drop it, but he couldn't stop his kidding around with her as he raised his hand in that 'scout's honor' sort of way. "...Secret's safe with me." She was going to smack him one of these times..

Taking a final gulp of his blood, her hand fell away first, and then her head. She didn't stand a chance after a belly full of blood and being close to him. Eyes tucked away behind lid and lash, a bit of blood dribble like drool on the side of her face from eating herself to sleep. Martyr just kinda...flopped down right then and there, passing out.

Millie's eyes slid back to him when he said those words. She really didn't help herself the way she sputtered and choked on her words. "Wha-- no! Shut up! Why would you? There's NO SECRET, PUNK!" the vampire spat, and then with the hand that wasn't holding the glass, sent a fist flying right for his chest.

The way she reacted had him widening his eyes at her and pressing his lips into a thin line as he fought bursting into laughter. Then why are you getting so defensi---... "Oof." He grunted, not stopping the punch to his chest that he probably deserved. Though he had moved right when it was dished out to hit the side of his chest and he kept his glass upright to minimize spilling it. Bringing his hand up to his chest he groaned. "Hnnnnnnnnnnnnn my pectori-titty!" Practically whining.

That one eye peeked open again when Mar slid away from his wrist and he gave it a slow twirl as if flexing the muscle there. His nose crinkled as he snickered at the dribble of bloody drool coming out and the way she just sorta... flopped and zonked out like a newborn baby passing out with a bottle. Grunting, he stretched a bit like a lazy cat himself before settling there on the floor. There was a forlorned glance to his favored couch -blood and all- until he heard Kaz's whining and had to contain his laughter so he didn't just... vibrate Mar's passed out body off him.

Millie glared at him, a little disappointed that she didn't knock the smaller man on his ass. The glass was brought to her lips and she just gave him that death stare for a while still. Say somethin...there's more where that came, punk? Finishing the drink more for the blood than the alcohol, she set it aside and held out her hand for him to shake. Permission to touch! "Millie Foxx," she muttered softly, not seeming happy. They weren't friends! ...but he helped her.

It didn't knock him on his ass, but he was an old bastard. Though it did make him take a step back. Rubbing his pectoral, he scrunched his face up like you tit punched me! At least until she set her drink aside and held out her hand, he raised a brow for a moment, a bit surprised. Permission was permission though! Switching his glass to his other hand, he took the offer and gave it a firm yet gentle shake. "Kazuki Ryuga," said with the added traditional bow of his head when he introduced himself. And he didn't keep that contact long, perhaps out of respect for her distrust, as he let go of her hand. "...You've got one hell of a punch," he muttered, glancing down to his man-titty.

"Yeah, and you just remember that..." she'd spit back at him.

Another growl vibrated up her throat and bubbled out in a bloody way. Those eyes stared up at him dangerously. Now she knew the difference between playing and dominance, and this was definitely probably play. She was latched onto him like a damned pitbull, narrowing her eyes before shaking her head back and forth. He was the one who liked it rough~ Just giving the people what they want.

His growl echoed hers as he bared his teeth, though there wasn't any of that anger that had been there the last time. Tired, yes. But that didn't stop him! He narrowed his eyes at her like don't you fucking do it not a second before she started shaking her head like a goddamn pitbull and he growled the words at her. "Now you're going to fucking get it." Sliding his fingers into her hair, he clenched his fist and practically tore her from his chest. -He tended to not think these things through.- So she probably tore into his chest even more. But when she was unlatched from him, he crouched swiftly and pressed his shoulder to her pelvis just to get a firm hold of her thighs above her knees. With one motion, he stood straight and lifted her over his shoulder like a damn sack of potatoes. Taking just a couple strides over to the couch, keeping hold of her if she started squirming... he'd fling her right back down onto that couch like he was dumping said sack of potatoes.. perhaps a bit more roughly. Boy was pulling some wrestling shit on this bitch!

When he tore her away, the bottom of her face was covered with blood. She took a gulp and looked at him with one eye closed. Did he really hoe-snatch her?! Not cool! "What're you---" Okay, yep, he swept her off her feet. Legs immediately began kicking in protest as she tried to free herself. "Dae! DAEMIEN!" she shrieked. As they moved toward the couch, she got a handle on what he was going to do. Taking his dreads in fistfuls, she got a good hold on them before he decided to throw her down.

Well, he wasn't going to stick his fingers in there to pry her off! What was he going to do? Ask nicely? Pfft! He didn't answer that beginning of a question, only snickering to her shrieks as he'd clearly made up his mind. And he only had maybe a second -a second too damn late- to realize she'd grabbed hold of his dreads and when he flung her down... well.. He grunted and his legs bucked against the side of the couch as he lurched forward. "Dammit, Millie!" He snarled, and just.. flopped on her. Which he promptly started growling and nipping at her legs and sides where she'd fallen on her. Though.. he seemed reluctant to bite.. because coagulated blood tasted like shit to be honest.

When Daemien began nipping at her legs, she actually spread them, still holding onto his hair. "Come on! Who's your daddy?" she asked, cackling out. Funny considering she'd kissed his ass not moments ago! Millie was attempting to get her legs around his head and hug him with her thighs. If she did, she'd be giving a hard shove against the back of the couch to try and get them both on the floor. If it was successful....she'd be sitting on his head.

"You did NOT just ****i-ngh," he broke off into a snarl as she worked her legs around his head, curling his body in, turning and dragging his legs up to fold under him as if to get some leverage... which... was ultimately his own undoing. Her shove set him off balance as he didn't have anything really to hold onto as he lurched to the side. "SON OF A C*** STICK!" He barked, because he had a way with words when he was surprised, really. Only to grunt as he flopped to the floor, snarling like a rabid animal as he squirmed around until he was glaring up at her. "...." His top lip curled up, and he might've seemed pissed for a moment until... chomp! his head snapped to the side like a viper as he seemed to give no fucks about the ****ty taste of dead blood and sank his teeth into her thigh.

Millie was cackling like a damn idiot the whole way down. Crazy bitch. She was one of those types you didn't want to get into a car with if she was hyped. "Come onnnn!" she whined, bouncing playfully on his head. "Say it! Daddy Millie, please let me up! " Another rough cackle which was cut off by his teeth sinking into her thigh, "---OWWW!" Millie cried out and reached toward the coffee table. A magazine was grabbed and rolled up before she began beating him with it. (If he didn't stop her of course.) "That," whack, "Is," whack, "NOT," whack, "How," whack, "We," whack! "Act!" whackwhackwhack.

He grunted and grumbled with each bounce, barking a "no, fuck you!" when she gave that request. Though the moment he sank his fangs in there, the corner of his mouth curled into a wicked grin until his eyes squeezed shut and nose scrunched to the swatting magazine. His jaw shifted from side to side as he let out a growl with each swat, only clenching further to bite down until the last word she spoke had him issuing a jerk of his own head. It wasn't a big one. He didn't fucking tear a chunk out of her leg, but he meant srs bsnss! Peeking one eye up at her, nose scrunched as he growled against her thigh.. In one quick motion, he simultaneously let go of her leg, lurched upward while grabbing her waist and with the motion aimed to make her roll down his stomach as he sat up so she was almost upside down and bent in an awkward angle. Chin to chest, bitch! Her legs might be up in the air. "I'll fucking show you how we act, bitch!" He snarled, but.. well.. he made his promise ring true. If she didn't get out of it, he was going to be bending her legs forward and giving her left ass cheek a hard bite. Man, this would look so fucking awkward if someone walked in.

"Ngh! That hurts, assfuck!" Millie cried, and then he tore at her leg. Her head tilted back wildly in pain, and she snarled out. "MOTHERFUCKER!" she belted, followed by a hiss. Then he grabbed her waist and flipped her down, "Dae! Don't!" as he essentially folded the poor girl in half. She couldn't help but laugh out, because they weren't actually fighting. ...she hoped. When his teeth sank into her ass, she cried out and began kicking those legs. "AHAHAHA! OW! HA! ...St-stop it! H-ahhh~" Not sure if she wanted to laugh or cry at this point.

"Too late!" He barked through a wild laugh of his own before she turned into a Millie-pretzel. He gave little growling noises as he all but chewed on her damn asscheek which.. even with it hurting.. may also tickle at the same time. After a moment or two, he retracted his fangs from her ass and burst out into laughter again. "Who's your fucking Daddy now?" Giving the other ass cheek a swat before flopping onto his back with a grunt and sprawling like the laziest damn cat ever. What? Ass biting takes a lot out of you!

"I won't say it! Ahn! No hitting!" Millie cried out, but didn't seem all that hurt. When he flopped over, she did the same. Groaning lightly, "If I have permanent holes in my ass and legs, I'm going to beat you with a magazine again..." she muttered as she made it to her feet and moved off to the kitchen. She wasn't gone long before the little glutton came back with two blood bags, passing one over to him. "Look like you can use a pick-me-up.."

It seemed they were at a stalemate on not admitting who their Daddies were! In Dae's defense, he didn't know. Snickering at her, he just went the teasing route. "I guess you should've thought about that before.." Only for her to get up and head off to the kitchen. He smirked a bit when she came back with blood packs, only to laugh at her assumption. "Happens when you have women trying to take a chunk out of you all the time," he grunted, his tone joking as he fingered the torn bite wounds in his chest but didn't seem bothered by it. He'd taken the blood pack offered and grunted like a damn old man as he forced himself to his feet. Didn't last long though as he plopped his ass down on the couch whether it was dry or not. He didn't care, it was couch time! And like the nearly rabid beast he was, tore into that blood pack with those chompers.

"Get along there, old timer..." when he grunted, and then she'd flop right next to him on that couch. "Stop tasting so good and maybe we wouldn't always try and have a bite," Millie snickered, winking at him before bringing her knees to her chest and tearing into that blood bag. She wasn't much of a hunter. She'd gone out with Dae that first time, but she mostly relied on the bags it seemed. Probably why she tended to bite him so much. Blood dribbled down her chin as she gulped it down. Bitch needed a straw.

"We can't all be young whipper-snappers, bitch." Which, just sounded weird coming from a man who didn't look older than 25. When she told him to stop, he let out a long sigh. "If only I could," only to give her a toothy grin and wink before he'd dug into his own bloodbag. As always... he wore more than he drank. Even though he'd just showered not even an hour ago, his chin and chest was covered in blood again. People assumed it was arrogance that he didn't wear shirts, or if he did they were unbuttoned. No, he's a messy fucking pig and shirts were tedious. That's why! It didn't take longer than a minute or so before he'd guzzled down that pack and tossed the empty plastic to the coffee table. Those feline eyes narrowed more into slits as he looked even more tired than before. "Mhn."

A roll of her eyes to his words, and she just continued guzzling her own bag. She gulped hungrily, though it hadn't been very long since she'd had two bags. So she had her own little blood-baby going in her belly. A soft groan left her as she tossed her trash next to his and licked her lips. "That one tasted Jewish..." she muttered softly, flopping against him.

By the time she flopped against him and muttered those words, he'd already squirmed to his favored corner of the couch and tucked himself against the back cushion and armrest. Grunting, he chuckled. "Lucky you. Mine tasted Hindu." His nose crinkled. "...Curry.." He was fucking awful. Laying his head back against the cushion, he let his eyes close and his arm flopped lazily on her shoulder. "Needanap," he mumbled, but he looked like he was about ready to just pass out right friggin' there.

A hand lifted and patted his leg. "Go to sleep, big guy..." she muttered. "I'll listen for Martyr, and take care of things.... But I'm not your fucking maid so don't get used to it..." The vampiress hissed and shot him a glare. Leaning against him, she just sort of stayed quiet. Martyr would stay asleep unless prompted to do otherwise, so the rest of her night would probably be uneventful. Grabbing the magazine with her toes, she brought it to herself and began reading.

He managed to mumble something about 'Eva' that was practically unintelligible but by the time she looked up to shoot that glare... the bastard was already asleep.