Hokay. No plot. We go with the flow.

Rules are for chums... Mild cursing please. ^^

All set up, here is the character bio;

Name;

Age;

Gender;

Species;

Powers; [For Vamp]

Appearance;

Personality;

Weapons; [For Slayer]

Other;

Name; Ashley Akira Torrets

Age; 18

Gender; Female

Species; Human, vamp slayer

Powers; [For Vamp]

Appearance; http://i361.photobucket.com/albums/oo58/xXIntoxicatedxPandaXx/Anime%20girls/Setonohanayome.png

Personality;I can't think

Weapons; Katana, and daggers she hides in a belt on her thigh

Other;rawr

Name; Kyrain Ravenmoore

Age; Nineteen, but actually 1329

Gender; Male

Species; Vampire

Powers; He has the ability to create illusons through the mind and control it to his will. He can also talk to others with his thoughts.

Appearance;

Personality; TBA

Weapons; [For Slayer]

Other; None

Ashley sighed, wiping beads of sweat from her forehead as she kicked the quickly rotting body of yet another vampire she disposed of that day. Her blond hair was tied up in a braid that went over her shoulder and hardened blue eyes that had seen too much.

"Another one dead, another to go," she muttered, then knelt next to the body and put a hand on the dead girl's head.

"May your human soul rest in peace now, for it has gained a beautiful freedom in a better life," Ashley prayed then stood, dumped the body into the river, or at least what remained of it, for the fishes to eat and turned away. Nobody had a job like hers, nobody worked as hard as she did. She was born to be like this. She literally was a killing machine, having killed many humans as well as vampires for bounties. 

She trusted no one, loved no one, stayed in no place for long. She had no friends save the wolf hybrid at her side. But he had left on his own adventure for a few days, and she didn't mind. 

 Ashley walked down the pier, all senses alert, body tense and ready to pounce, like a cat. She had worked hard, from a child she had known that she hated them, even though nobody believe her when she knew they were real. She could feel it, could see a vampire when everyone thought it normal. She knew things no person should. Went through life in a way that was certainly illegal, but she always knew how to get out of trouble. 

Trained from the age of five, she was able to get advice and guidance from a teacher, who taught her to be a cat, almost literally. She was flexible, independent, and deadly, like a viper ready to snap. Nothing got past her. Her master was killed by a vampire, right in front of her eyes, though the vampire didn't notice until it was too late, and when he did, she was ready. A strike with her katana, a sword but not only a sword, but one that had been specially made to kill vampires in a bl
ink of an eye. 

 Ever since, she had taken lessons in mere speaking and some lower cl*censored*es. She wasn't smart in a intellectual sense, but knew body language. She didn't speak a lot, her job didn't require it. 

Ashley walked silently down the streets of the city she didn't know the name of. People were scarce this time of the night, unless you were a vampire, so she usually was running 24/7 shifts, her body used to lack of sleep, and rare moments of rest. She could go without eating for at least a week and a half, and water for about 4 days, longer then the average human, who would die for a burger in only 48 hours because they were only an idiot. 

She wasn't afraid to die, her job was life and death. There was no middle. You kill or be killed. And that was how Ashley would forever live her somewhat shorter life...or was it?

 A silver haired vampire leaned against a wall in the shadows close to one of those all-night clubs. He sighed and shook his head before pushing himself off the wall to get closer once he saw an obviously drunk girl stumble out of the club with a goofy grin slapped on her face as she woobled over to her car. He wrinkled his nose in diguest for she smelled of alcohol.

 As he slid up to her, he asked a smooth tone; "If you would mind if I would have your keys. Youa re too drunk to be driving at this time of night, my dear. You could cause a crash and perhaps loose thy life." Taking a step back, he watched the female turn around with a slightly angered look on her face. "Don't you want to continue living?" he asked as he influenced her thought process with his own conscious.

 The female nodded, defeated and handed him the keys to her car. He unlocked the doors and opened the p*censored*anger side to let her get into the car. Once she was in, he opened the driver's side and slid into the car with the grace of a stalking predator. As he started the car, he pryed information from her mind; like were she lived. Finding that, he drove off, knowing exactly what he was going to do.

 As he drew closer to the female's residence, he pulled over a few houses down. He turned the car off and the female looked at him with a bewildered epxression on her face. Turning to her, he felt his fangs elongate and in the review mirror, saw his golden eyes glow. Realising her predicament, the female tried to get out of the car, but her fingers wouldn't work for they were slowed by the alcohol.

 She tried to scream, but the powers of the vampire's mind paralyzed her, restricting any of her movements. An evil smile flashed across his face as he lunged for the soft skin of her neck. As his fangs sank into her flesh, he released his hold and she started screaming and writhing against his hold. Her rebellion only lasted so long. For soon she was dead and his stomach full. As he sank back against the driver's side window, he got out and slammed the door closed. 

 Walking off, he placed his hands into his ants pockets and let his silver hair covering his dinmly glowing gold eyes. He was the perfect predator. Or so he thought.

All senses in Ashley's body went off and she flew against the wall, eyes piercing the darkness. A man was walking towards her area, with silver hair. Vampire. Everything in his body language screamed it. And she could smell blood from here. The b*stard had just fed. Dammit. She slipped her katana behind the garbage and walked out, a predatory smile gracing her features. It was a sneer, she never smiled. She had no reason to, no joy in her body.

 "Hey there, Pretty Vamp Boy. Why out so late at night? This is no place for children," Ashley sweet-talked, venom dripping from her words as she fearlessly walked over to the vampire and slid her hand over his cheek, a concealed dagger scratching his seemingly perfect face. 

"I really don't like blood-suckers," she hissed, slapping him across the face then jumping back, a throwing dagger twirling on her finger.

 "Will you join me for a dance?"

OoC: Might join and post a bio later :3

The vampire watched this woman with semi-interest. She had a different scent than the rest of the mortals that walked this earth. Her scent was... pleasing to his senses, but he knew someone like this probably didn't want anything to do with a vampire. When he felt her fingers againt his cheek, and the hidden dagger slice through the skin, his spin stiffened as he recongized the venom in her tone. His head also jerked when she slapped him.

His chin was touching one of his shoulders and he glanced through the silver strands of his hair to look at her with dull gold eyes. "If you truly hate my kind, then why must you invovle youself in our affiars?" His eyes spotted the throwing dagger spinning on one finger. His eyes narrowed. She was a Slayer; one that killed his kind for basically no reason other than pure loathing.

"And I'd be glad to dance with such a pretty girl, such as thyself." He turned his head so both his now glowing golden eyes glanced Ashely full in the eyes, already construction an illuson.

Ashley felt something nagging her and she hit her head with her palm.

"Stop cheating you cheeky son of a *****! You don't see me using stupid tricks," she growled, and sunk low into a crouch, eyes flashing once again. She knew the tricks they played, and had almost died from one of them. Ashley was still weak enough to fall for a few of them, but she couldn't this time, she was feeling a rise in her body that told her she was running low on her hatred. It was what helped her keep herself on her feet when she was tired. But she hadn't had a lot of rest and she knew that the vampire would notice it. 

Her body stance wasn't as secure, her muscles straining slightly. But she wouldn't let herself rest. Which would be her first mistake.

"How can I stop what comes naturally when I am in a situation as dangerous as this?" he asked as he took a step closer to Ahsley. The wound she had inflicted on his cheek had already begun to heal. His golden eyes had stopped glowing as he looked at the ground. His mind was in hers and he could sense her tiredness and her hatred start to slip away.

"Aw... Bring thy hatred back up, baby Slayer. And I'll fight you far and square on whether I live or die. No mind tricks," he said as a smile flashed upon his face, showing his fangs. He lifted his head and his eyes started to glow again as he removed the illuson he had set on her.

Ashley growled like the cat she was and whipped her dagger through the air, missing the vamps head by milimeters.

"Next one goes in where your brain should be, leech!" she growled, flitting foreward and getting in his face once again.

"It's a shame I have to kill you. You look so much better then the 25 I've already killed this week," she giggled, her face softening enough to show not a feral and hate filled cat, but a beautiful girl who could have had a real life. Ashley stared at him in awe, making her second mistake...

His silver hair moved as the dagger flitted past his head. His eyes looked slightly hurt, but he kept them on her as she moved closer to him. He listened to her words and watch her ex
pression turn from loathing to one of pure awe. He seized his change. Wrapping his hands around her back, one closer to the top and one in the small of her back, he pulled Ashley closer to him. He tipped her head back gently as he lightly ran the tips of his fangs over her skin. 

"Your not so bad yourself," he said, whispering in her ear with a soft, eerie voice.

She froze, realizing what she had done and cursed. How could she do that? When had she ever found a vampire beautiful, handsome, or even dangerously sexy? How was that possible when she hated them no matter what they looked like? Why was HE any different? Now she was done for, he had her in his grip and she knew that though she was strong, she couldn't break the hold of a vampire very easily, and last time she did, she had sprained both her wrist and ankle, and only made them worse by ignoring it. It only took her days to heal but that was not the point.

She had made two mistakes, something she never did, something she just realized. She would now make her last. Like the strong willed girl she was, she threw back her head and closed her eyes, the eyes that were now like that of a cat. (Yaaay twisty twisty plot thingy :D)

That was when everything in the world she knew got flipped inside out.  (She is now going to be different, you never said she had to be human...)

Fingernails turned into retractable claws, that sunk into the skin of the vampire man in front of her like paper, but she could not kill it. She knew that now, she would not be able to kill this vampire but she could not let him drink from others.

Her body felt like it was being pulled and stretched, as her ears became not only skin, but furry and big, like a cat's. Her spine and back were in agony in only a second, and she screamed as she felt the spine bone extend out of her lower back and become covered with skin and fur, but it wasn't a beautiful process. She felt like she was going to die as her jaws changed into a mouth filled with cat teeth, fangs and every thing. She could smell so much, hear so much, but it hurt more then anything. 

She shuddered as the process stopped and she couldn't fight, but only a moment later, she was fine. She never felt better. But now she was a cat, a big stupid human cat trapped by a stupid sexy vampire who could easily kill her.

Her instincts did NOT like that. 

"MREOWW!" She yelled,  and started biting, AND scratching whatever and whoever she could...

(CRAZY KITTY!!)

[[ Kitty! -attacks Ashley- And I should've been more specific. This'll work... somehow... ]]

The vampire snarled as he let go of kitty-girl-Ashley. He stumbled back a few steps as he struggled to regain his footing. "What the hell?!" he growled as he glared at her with golden eyes. His half exposed chest was covered with scratch marks and his back had ten puncture marks.

Though it as pain that caused him to let go of the Slayer. Not surprisement. He mentally cursed himself. Now he'd have to feed for the next three days, but at the moment, he had other matters to deal with. Ashley the Cat-Girl Vampire Slayer. He winced and dropped to one knee. And his eyes started to glow again.

Ashley hissed at him then blinked for a few moments, as if surprised. What was she doing? Why was she so feral like? Okay...I'm a cat now...well at least half cat. And I was able to hurt him, but I can't kill him. Why can't I kill him? He can kill me, but I can't kill him. It was agrivating her that the cat had more control then she did. No, it wasn't THE cat..It was her, herself, that was the cat. Why? Oh well, she never was one for science.

Her ears flicked around a few times her pupils growing large but not with anger or anything like that. It was a look that said she had found a new toy to play with. BUT she didn't play or anything. Her tail flicked a few times then she relaxed. She could feel that she was different. And it was a good thing. She felt...stronger, more able bodied. She didn't feel weak anymore. She felt like she could take a five minute nap and be completely refreshed the next moment she opened her eyes. 

 She also suddenly realized, why she had to be. 

She was going to be his prey.

(LOL Sorreh :D I just can't have Ashley being so well..weak? She needs to be strong to deal with him xD. Eventually she'll learn not be a cat all the time, and just keep the hightened senses, and the retractable claws <3)

[[ Awesome. ]]

A smiled made his lips quiver as he noticed that his illison start to take hold. He struggled to rise to his feet, but once he did, he slowly walked towards Ashley. He also picked up one of her daggers. Twirling it around in his fingers he looked her in the eyes with his glowing orbs. Mentally, he was nudging her to change back to a human and that there was nothing to worry about.

"Come on, little Slayer. There is something I must give to you. A gift before I fall off the Slayer radar," he said, almost inautibly and half to himself. Then, he nudged the thought into her mind again, this time going a little deeper. But he did not pick through her memories; he considered that to be rude to the highst degree.

She felt calm, felt safe, the man before her was so nice, he was helping her, going to help her be normal again.

QUIT IT YOU PHYCO! I AIN'T YOUR PLAY THING! 

She didn't think that but it brought her to her senses. 

"Please, don't mess with me, Vamp. I'm not fun when I go on a murder rampage," Ashley whispered the threat, all emotion that she had now gone from her face, as she let it all go into a box that she had the key to, but didn't know where. She'd done it before, and it had taken months to get out of. But this was one way that he wouldn't mess with her.

She just looked at him, knowing he had all the cards, but she wasn't about to lose. She still had some money in her wallet, and that meant the game wasn't over.

"I've killed humans. I've been a killer, just like you. I've killed innocents because of what I can do. I don't wish to do that again. I've been to Hell and back, just like you. I know what it's like to die," She whispered, using the tone that dripped with honey. But she wasn't using the killing note that it usually had. It was as if she was trying to seduce an animal, an animal that wanted to kill. 

"You know I can't kill you. You can get into my mind. You can see everything I've done if you wanted to. But would it ruin you as well, to see how willingly I LOVED to slaughter people, but not for blood. Oh no. I didn't do it for blood. I did it because I liked to kill. I loved to slaughter and hear the cries of pain and agony. I loved to hear them beg. You do that too don't you? Don't you love to kill them as well? Isn't fun to watch how painful it is for their families? I loved it. I loved to hear them in pain because they had heard me in pain, had heard my whole family in pain as we all were killed. You know why? Because we weren't normal. So they killed us like it was normal. I've been to the places you've dreamed about and more," she wasn't herself anymore, she knew that, but he should know she wasn't stupid, nor was she different from him. He needed to know, she didn't know why but he did.

"If you don't believe me, search in for yourself. See how I watched them treat my family like they were criminals. Watch it from the eyes of a child only five years old, watching her family get burned and no one even caring as their bodies were scorched and eaten by the flames of a fire that had been started for the intent of killing. How they took me away and put me in the asylum because I told them that vampires were real, that they were killing us? I saw it all in my dreams, the beautiful creatures that haunted me every where I went. You know what they did? They put me in a closet and left me there for a week with no food, and only the water bottle I had just grabbed," 

She didn't care if he knew her whole story, she didn't care about anything, anyone, anymore. 

"That was how I grew up, but you didn't grow up that way did you? You didn't have to be tortured every waking moment of your life, having people throw sticks at you and call you names. I died every day and now, I barely know what it's like to live. But you only went through hell a few times, then did what you were supposed to. I didn't. I grew up and killed people! I did it because I wanted to. I killed them all, all the people who had dared do that, only at the age of 12. So tell me, how was your life?" 

(( Yes I am a crazy bad nasty evil person who LOVES torturing her characters. Spare me))

[[ I like torturing my characters too, but on a lesser scale than you. And I"m not afraid of them at all... Except for one... -trails off omniously- ]]

He looked at her with cool eyes that were dulling with each p*censored*ing minute. He was thinking about what she had said to him. Should he beleive what this Slayer had told him? What should he think? She told him about her life. How she loved to kill. Finally he said; "I believe thee." He said it in such a soft voice, like he knew what its was like to loose yourself while killing.

She was surprised and startled, eyes wide. She didn't believe that he believed what she had said. How could she? How could someone so quickly decide? But it didn't matter to her. 

"Thanks..um I guess?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, something that was becoming a habit.

"So um, shall we continue with the fact that you are probably going to kill me now or something?" she asked, feeling embarr*censored*ed and nervous. She didn't know why she had told him any of her past, any of what she did, what she could do again. She hoped he would kill her or something just so she didn't feel this way. She never felt this way. She always knew what to do.

(yaay uber short post)