A Lonely Night...

((takes place a few days after my other topic im in,))
The half moon had shone down upon the land, making the granite boulders turn silver in color and glisten withing the soft light. Rebecca had sat upon one of these boulders, looking up at the half moon in its beauty, It was a lonely night indeed. Rebecca was without her Hotaru pet Kirala. Who had wondered off for days. and these days seem to drag on forever. Rebecca bit her bottom lip lightly. her eyes closed halfways as she thought about the events from the previous days. She seemed to meet more people lately these days. and the bitterness in her heart seemed to grow as she had began to give into the firefly's impulses.
Another thought crossed her mind. Soon the Ukiyo or Sepikou would come for her, she did know much about the firefly, all information documented by Jeffy L. Ross was in the black notebook attached to her left hip.
Rebecca only sighed and closed her eyes part ways. letting the materials of her shirt, which had fallen off her shoulers slightly, blow freely in the light breeze. She could feel the presence of a host aprroching....

Without as much as a sound, a tall man walked towards the young woman, his black and white hair being hit by a small gust of wind. Wearing but a pair of trousers and a cape, his dark red arm could be seen holding a huge red Scythe. His eye's fixated on the young woman, examining her very being, each moment his mind calculating the most effective way to attack her, and to remove her "Firefly". While this was all well and good, however, he believed he could use someone talented, and as such, if she proved worthy, he would welcome her under his wing. Standing at around twenty yards away, his odd, red eye's gazed into hers, a cold look fixated on his face.

"Hmm... A lady host, and... Perhaps a strong one... Either way, you are pretty, for the trash you are..." He spoke, his face showing not one glimpse of emotion. Both he and her were alone on this night, meaning that if a battle was to break out, it would be between the two hosts themselves. He noticed instantly how her shirt appeared to be falling off, an slight laughter escaping his lips. Being the dark person he was, if it was necessary, he would use that to his advantage in battle. The Firefly within his arm urged to battle, yet his very mind was stronger than the Firefly's impulses, and as such, he simply waited. Waited for the right time to strike.

Her heart suddenly started to race, for some odd reason the blood in her body seemed to pulse quicker through her body. Her gaze flicked to look behind her, a man standing behind her. She was unsure of who he was, but she knew they were brought together this night because of the impulses of the firefly. yes, that was it. Now surely, like the others, a fight would break out. This is what the fierfly wanted, fighting.
Teh jerk, calling her trash, who was he exactly? and was he part of the Ukiyo or Sepikou? or prehaps a roamer like herself.
just who are you exactly she asked coldly through half closed eyes, not showing any fear. She was to busy to be scared, to busy holding back the impulses, those damn impulses that craved for...so many things. She drove it away with pain, as she bit her bottom lip a bit harder. Her green eyes seemed to peirce at This man.
i see you have the firefly as well, tell me, how much about it do you know of? you seemed to have had it for quite sometime. she said, sencing a dark aura upon the man. Her arms seemed to shake slightly, growing impulses, desires and pleaures she craved for at the moment. Rebecca seemed to have goten up to her feet without realizing it. Her shirt still hung off her shoulders as it usually did. Her foot tappin lightly against the grass

Swinging his Scythe, it swung around a foot in front of Rebecca, wind bursting off of it due to the huge force it was swung with. Holding it in front of her face, he simply stared into her eye's. "Such a brave girl... Foolish, maybe, to stand up against me." He spoke in a relaxed, slightly manic tone. His eye's not moving from hers, he grinned. She seemed to know a lot, even though she hadn't worded anything as such, yet he truly believed he could pry some information out of her. Moving the scythe, he hung it over his shoulder, moving towards the woman until he was barely two feet away from her.

"You are in no position to be asking questions, especially not to me." He muttered, before moving his spare, non-firefly infected hand to her mouth, before pulling her up off her feet. Suspending her in mid-air, he kept his gaze fixed into hers, speaking in a cold tone once again. "Sepikou... You may recognize the name... And if you do, you'll know why I am here. Do not resist, it'll be less painful, unless of course you believe you have it in you to stand up against me?" He spoke, his lips finally forming a smirk, before tossing her to the side, aiming to throw her on to her butt. Truth be told, he hoped she would resist, it had been a while since he got to fight with another Host.

Seeing the man come towards her she only got a serious look on her face.
no position to ask you? who are you exactly? she questioned, just then she was suspended in mid air, being pulled off her feet. She winced slightly, feeling her air supply being cut off, Her teeth gritted together, still holding her gaze with the man. After he spoke his words to her and thrown to the side She landed strait on her butt, A grin had appeared on her face insted of a look of fear many would get.
have it in me to stand up to you? heh, do you take me for a coward? As for the sepikou, i know all about you..you want nothing more then to infect more and more poeple with the firefly, and if im right your here to take the fragments of the firefly that i hold am i right?
Rebecca sat up, her eyes percing at This man, her right eye seemed a bit more blue then usual, the difference easily seem compared to her left green eye. The firefly was placed beneith her right eye on on the right side of her chest, the clothing falling off enough to reveal the frament there, and if she managed to get her clothing slashed at her left hip, another fragment would lay there. rebecca bent her knees slightly her hands placed infront of her between her legs. still holding the gaze she had with this stranger,

His smirk turning into manic laughter, he enjoyed this girl. She had a lot of potential, as well as a feisty attitude. Nodding slightly to himself, he believed she would make a perfect addition to Sepikou. Slowly walking over to her, he knelt down slightly, as to look straight at her face, before placing his hand on it softly, as if he was trying to seduce her. "You're a Feisty one aren't you... I truly believe you will make a fine addition, if you live." He said, his words seeming true, before letting go of her face and taking but a few steps back.

"I am the leader of Sepikou, and that is why you are in no position to ask me anything. I came out here personally to retrieve you, and I intend to get what I desire. Prepare yourself, for I will not hold back, even if you are but a lady." He spoke, his voice sounding almost omnipotent, before tightening his grip on his Scythe. Moving it to his side, he darted forwards at an incredible speed, appearing withing Scythe swing of Rebecca's head. Spinning on the spot, he swung out at Rebecca, aiming to decapitate her with one swift slice.

Leader eh? such a honor then, may i ask your name? she smirked, her eyes widened a soft but sadistic laugh escaped from her charming lips, He had now come dashing towards her, swinging his scythe at her. She automaticaly ducked down, croutching tightly as she was ready to spring up. Her lips pulled back to flash her teeth, in which fangs seemed to grow.
my insanity has been stained crimson.... she muttered softly, feeling the inpulses surge through her. Her eyes changed like how all hosts did during their alteration, the whites of her eyes changed to black and the pupils slitted like a cats, the iris on her left eye had turned red, however her right eye seemed to change to a icey blue color insted, her hair grew long and blood red, and horns formed on her head. Her fingers grew nails that were long and the nails then seemed to fuse with the fingers themsleves.
Rebecca then lunged upwards, her nails seemed like blades now, and they aimed for the mans chest.

"If you live, you'll find out." He spoke in his usual, dark tone, watching as she ducked beneath his scythe. Tossing it to the side as he finished the swing, he no longer felt the need to have it on his person. As it moved through the air, it dug into the earth around fifty yards away. Such a distance to be covered showed the ferocity of the swing, at least. Watching the lady closely, he noticed as her transformation unfolded, into an horned creature, her hair now longer, as she pounced at him, her dagger like nails aiming directly at his chest. Turning to the side slightly, he moved his right arm in front, staring blankly at her.

As he did, his right arm began to change shape, as it turned into a whitish color, before taking on an almost cannon-like shape. Currently, the Gun-arm was the same size as his normal arm. Happening in under a split-second, the opening of the new gun-arm quickly absorbed energy from the area, a white glow manifesting at the opening. As quickly as it changed, a blast of white energy ripped through the air, being aimed at the lady. This would have only been strong enough to maybe cause her some pain, but if it connected it would very likely stop her attack in its tracks.

insted of turning her body or twisting it to dodge. Rebecca took the attack head on holding her hands infron t of her so they would take most of the damadge, feeling pain seer on her arms, she bled a bit, however blood loss would never be a issue for her. She was now right infront of the man, getting a better look at him.
Rebecca had dropped her hands from infront of her, the blood dripped down her fingertips. Her hair, which was long and made of hardened blood that felt soft to the touch seemed to wave towards the man, to wrap around his arm or any part of his body, she would then tighten the stands and slice his skin open.
she brought up her left hand, opening her mouth slightly then trailing her tounge up her finger, licking the blood off slowly. Her eyes then stared at the man, peircing at him
tsk, now look what you did, that achually kinda hurt, she said calmly as she licked her upper lip slowly

"Hmpth, you've just lived through more than what most would, at least." He spoke, almost with a hint of praise. The last victim of his Gun-arm had soon been left for dead, his life pretty much drained out of him with a single shot, the essence of Firefly now in Methias' collection. Watching as the hair wrapped around his arm, it appeared to tighten around it, seemingly aiming to slice it open. Smirking quietly to himself, he let her continue trying to do so, after all, the arm itself was his own Firefly, and on its own it was pretty much indestructible.

Nodding to himself slightly, his arm returned to its original state. Looking over at the lady, he simply stared blankly at her, waiting to see if she had anything else up her sleeve. "Well of course, would you expect any less?" he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He was strange in the way he acted, admittedly. He seemed too... Relaxed in battle. It was quite possible that the lady would attack him properly at any moment, yet his confidence was such that it didn't affect him as greatly as it would most. He simply let her continue, truly eager to see what she was capable of.

Rebecca grined once more, flashing her hanged teeth, her dark eyes peirced a stern gaze upon this man,
im still waiting to hear your name,.. she muttered in a different tone, not sarcastic or cold, a tone that seemed to have...enjoyment behind it.
The hair stiffened so the mad couldnt move his arms ahead. Rebecca's eyes widened as she lunged her left hand forwards, her nails like blades, blades that could penetrate the most toughest defenses known to man. She had gathered all of her strength to make this attack as quickely as possible. The whole point of wraping her hair around the mans arms was to keep his arms from blocking her attack. and slices upon his arm would have just been a added bonus
If her claws managed to peirce his flesh she would then inject some of her blood into his system, then slowly burn him on the insides, she wouldnt inject much, but enough to make him feel the burning sensation that awaited him. a small spot of her blood that was on her fingers had remained on the corner of her lips, slowly trickling down.

Continuing to examine Rebecca, he watched as she simply asked for his name yet again. Odd woman, wishing to know the name of such a being. He hadn't had his name asked of him for many years, mainly due to the fear of his presence. Her voice seemed to show she was enjoying the battle they were having, perhaps as much as Methias himself was.

His eye's then focusing on her claws, he watched as she lunged at him, her nails penetrating his stomach. As it happened, she appeared to have forced something into his system, perhaps a small amount of her own blood. A burning sensation then filled his body, almost instantly. However, being a man who had once had his whole right arm blown off in battle, this pain was minimal, and his facial expression showed nothing. Looking down at her, her nails still penetrated into his stomach, he grinned slightly, before slowly raising his right arm. Due to the incredible strength the arm possessed, he was slowly breaking free of her grip. If he managed to escape, he would surely aim a punch at her head, which harnessed enough power to break a brick wall.

The pain seemed minimal to the man, he must have endured great ammounts of pain in the past. As he rose his arm up Rebecca could tell her grip couldnt be held for much longer, so she immediately broke off the strands of hair, which automaticaly turned to blood and new strands were formed.
As the strands broke she ducked down and pivoted on her feet, twisting her body and ripping her claws out as she turned, slicing through some flesh in the process. On of her legs spun around to aim at the back of his knee, the impact would cause him to loose his balence and fall to his knees. Rebecca had planted both of her hands onto the ground to strengthen the impact of her kick as her foot pivioted on the ground as her other leg swung

Being released from the blood strands, Methias made no change in his stance as she ripped through the flesh of his stomach. Turning to face her again, as she attempted to kick him in the back of the leg. Crouching down he darted forwards as she spun, grabbing the leg coming at him as he did. Doing so, he pushed the leg upwards in an attempt to make her lose balance, and to push her on her back.

If he succeeded, he would place his right knee on her chest, and look over her into her eye's, before licking the blood off of her face, shortly followed by "Such tasty blood... Join me, young woman, and maybe I will let you live for a few moments longer."

If he failed, he would try to keep hold of the leg, and snap it in two before kicking her to the ground.

Rebecca felt the grip upon her leg then the force of being thrown back onto her back. hitting the ground hard and giving a light gasp. Feeling the knee upon her chest made her go crimson in her cheeks, a habit of hers,...
rebecca felt the mans tounge lick the spot of blood from her face slowly, she had tilted her head to the side and closed her eyes slowly as he did this.
join him.... what would it be like in the sepikou, curiiousity surged through her,
hmm...tell me your name and ill consider the idea.... she said calmly, slowly reverting back to her origanal form, her eyes returing to normal along with her hair

Looking down at her, his hair slumped over her face, before he leaned his head back, to see her revert to her original state, as well as a slight redness take hold of her cheeks. Smirking slightly, he moved from her chest, before walking away to fetch his Scythe, which at this point was only a few yards away. Upon retrieving it, he moved back to her, kneeling, as well as digging the base of the Scythe into the ground, in order to use it for support. Eying her body that was laying on the floor, he mentally took a few notes, such as where he believed her Firefly was, as well as the general way she held herself.

"You can call me Methias, and seeing as I will be your new leader, let me help you up." he spoke in a calm, slightly more friendly tone. Holding his hand out to her, grabbing it would imply that the lady was ready to join him in Sepikou. "And your name?"

Rebecca layed on the ground, taking soft breaths and watching his movements, so his name was methias... Rebecca blinked and narrowed her eyes a bit, nut not in a hostile way. Seeing him hold out his hand she flickered her eyes to look at it outstreched.
it took you long enough to say your name, she ssaid in a more playful tone. then reaching out her hand, taking a hold if his she smirked
and you can call me Becca. she answered as she pulled herself up with the help of him

"Knowing a name leads to a form of attachment, thus, is a weakness when in battle. Remember that, Becca." He spoke calmly, before laughing at her comment about him not saying his name. Truth be told, he realized he was an odd man, yet it didn't truly bother him as much as it would bother most people. He had no memory of anything before the Firefly, and as such, he held no attachment to anyone, making him the best kind of killing machine there was, an emotionless one. Looking into Becca's eye's as he helped her up, he let go of her hand as she reached a standing position.

Looking away for a few moments, he looked towards the direction he planned to be heading, before walking towards it, beckoning Rebecca to follow him as he did. He would first take her back to her new home, and show her around. Then, if required, he would specially train her to hunt Firefly, and to prepare new hosts.

Rebecca's eyes followed Methias a he walked ahead, she followed silently, knowing much would await her, surprised by the fact he never tryed to pry information out of her about the firefly. as knoledgable as she was she could be a great asset.
Kirala....where were you, she had questioned, her hotaru pet has still been gone, soon she would go looking for her. Soon Kirala would belong to the Sepikou, Running with the Ryuukou, the Hotaru hounds that guarded the Sepikou borders.

With her hands behind her back she sorta skipped behind Methias, her eyes drifting about to look at various surroundings. Looking bright and cheerful, like the fight had never happened.
>exit<