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IC: It had been a few weeks since Kitra had been around Sanctuary or Mansion as she had been busy with clients that were happy she was back.
Kitra couldn't blame them, even though she knew anything she drew or painted normally got resold at a much higher price. Money was nice but pretty much meaningless.

Kitra realized that her thoughts had let her feet lead her to a not so nice part of New York. Basically the slum area. 'Just great,' Kitra hurried along as fast as possibly, happily noting that she was atually almost out of the area. Of course, now that she noticed where she was, well it made her an easy target as she looked like she didn't belong.

Kitra sniffed as the smell of strong alcohol wafted to her nose, that meant she was close to a better area. Or so she hoped.

Zelek wore a long black coat, that contrasted his almost translucently pale skin perfectly, his white button up shirt was perfectly pressed and his tie hung loosened around his neck, his exquisite shoes made the slightest sound upon every footfall, not nearly enough noise to gain the attention of the distracted woman in front of him.

As he salivated at the thought of sprinting, tackling and bleeding her dry he turned his head and imagined he could hear the heart beat of the doomed damsel in front of him. a matter of time, a matter of fate, her blood and his lips, it would be a pleasure to see complete.

There was something about the girl in front of him that rang familiar to him, more than familiar even. Long red hair, fantastic physique...perhaps he only wanted to know her. Or perhaps it was the way that she looked lost in a terrible and dangerous world and hadn't noticed him once, and he had been following her for more than an hour. The more she walked the easier it might be to get her to run out of breath when the time came to make her flee from him....

That was if he could remove this nagging feeling that he somehow knew this girl as more than lunch.What was it about the red head ahead of him that niggled at his attention. She was lunch, not an acquaintance he decided as she moved into an even worse part of town....it got no worse or easier than a part of town he called the gallows. for its old world architecture and not a denizen anywhere that didn't deserve to hang.

"I'm sorry Miss, you've wondered too far from home." A slight Russian accent tinged his speech, a long forgotten remnant of a life past.

Kitra shivered, the alcohol she had smelled had actually brought her into an even worse part of town. She mentally smacked herself, and started to turn around as a voice with a slight russian accent spoke from behind her.

"I'm sorry Miss, you've wondered too far from home."

Kitra let out a small gasp as she turned the full 180 and came face to face with Zelek. If he was paying attention he could see her face had gone completly bloodless. "Zelek?" Her voice was full of question, slight anger and disbelief at him being in front of her. There was no way. She had searched for him before she had completly disappeared for her training and absolutely nothing came up. And none of her contacts had informed her of seeing him since she had been back in town.

Kitra took a step back and looked over Zelek. He looked well dressed, nice overcoat. And not a damn day older then the last time she had seen him. "You haven't aged." It wasn't a question it was a statement. A statement that perhaps wanted an answer but she wanted to see his reaction. "I'm guessing you still don't remember who I am. Since you died and all that is."

Kitra left it at that, inwardly fuming and also wondering at hearing little alarm bells going off in her head. She was forgetting something important and it had to do with Hunter she was sure. She knew Hunter had killed him, and that his sadastic docter pet had been able to revive him with a man made heart. But there was something else. Kitra knew she needed to remember it but the shock of seeing Zelek had made her forget one very important thing.

The surprised gasp, classic. He couldn’t ask for more than that could he? Maybe a pint or two? The way she breathed in her shock at the situation lit his features with pleasure. Up until the moment She questioned his name.

“Have I been back so long the streets already whisper my name?” He took a step forward as she took a step back, the dance was beginning. He raised a block of granite behind her, if she proceeded backwards she would fall back into a seated position or if unlucky trip over the large cube all together.

He opened his mouth to reply that he had no idea what she was talking about or who she was, when she said it for him. He tilted his head quizzically at the woman before him. He invaded her personal space.
“I’d be willing to get to know you.” His hand reached up to her neck, the back of his fingers lightly caressing the side of her neck.

“Have I been back so long the streets already whisper my name?"

And he looked quizzical and frightening at the same time. He was also in her personal space, she slide her foot backwards only to meet with something hard smacking her foot. Before she could look behind her, Zelek spoke again.

“I’d be willing to get to know you.”

And he was still in her personal space. Now he was caressing her neck. Oh. Crap. Her mind remembered what he was now and procedded to scream 'VAMPIRE'. Instead of running or fleeing she did the sensible female thing. Kitra slapped him. On his face. Hard. In a rather tart voice she stated, "No biting. You want to talk, fine. Just no fricking biting."

And she glowered, her mind racing a mile a minute. Kitra knew it would be better to run, however if she remembered anything of what Hunter had told her. Well, it was to not run as it caused, what was it he had said?? Oh yes, a thrill. Her foot in the meantime was silently questioning the obstraction behind her. She couldn't quite tell how high it was and she didn't think that would be an escape route anyway.

Zeleks head moved with the slap, he licked at the corner of his mouth and smiled a small bead of his own blood rest there, she had caught him just at the corner of his mouth with a bracelet, his cheek flared momentarily bright red before everything went back to his paler than white flesh tone. his head hung there for a moment silvery white hair hanging there. He looked at her feet as she spoke, no biting....No Biting....How dare she! Granite sprung from the concrete and sealed her questing and curious foot to the ground and the block behind her and then her other for good measure.

"Lets not get ahead of our selves. Your request of not biting has been noted. But let's let this talk be the deciding factor of if or when I bite and how hard, and to what end."

The stone that had enveloped her feet, was ever so slowly climbing up her ankle and would proceed to her calves.

Oh no he didn't. It had to have been him that had just encased her feet in granite.

"Lets not get ahead of our selves. Your request of not biting has been noted. But let's let this talk be the deciding factor of if or when I bite and how hard, and to what end."

The oh so lovely granite was slowly creeping up her ankles and continuing upwards. Kitra did not like that. And then she did the oh so getting to be common mental facepalm. Why was she being stupid. She was also a mutant for crying outloud. If he thought that she would be easy prey, well he was about to find out otherwise.

Paper seemed to explode from her bag she carried at her side. As it flew out of her bag and zoomed towards Zelek, they folded themselves, at her direction of course, into little daggers. Some of it wrapped itself around her wrist and formed itself into a whip. Her cute little paper daggers got nice and close to his neck. "Get rid of your granite and my paper daggers will remove themselves from your neck." As she spoke a nice white paper bandaid of sorts wrapped around her neck, hopefully stopping him from biting there at least.

His eye widend as her bag exploded, he expected begging not a counted defense. A threat even. delicious.

Zelek's smile dropped from his face. "I heal my dear. Tell me do you heal too?" In the time it took him to state the sentence his flesh was coated in a thin but solid layer of stone. if it was anything but paper or wood he would have let the woman slash him to ribbons, true horror set in when they realized he didn't die. As he defense was in place, His pretty new statue was becoming more stone and less flesh. Her form was exquisite and being entombed as they went, His own body was a statue across from her, he left no cracks in his armor except for a slit across his mouth and two holes where wicked eyes looked out. Stone was simultaneously reaching from his statue to swallow the origami knives.

The granite was raising almost past her waist. He could have simply sealed her away immediately, but where was the fun in that.

"You aren't taking advantage of the time you have to speak, merely sealing your fate.and I am afraid that paper does not in fact beat rock. " Oh she would be fun to drink, he imagined momentarily the idea of leaving a slot big enough near her throat to sink his teeth in.

Kitra started laughing, it wasn't a pretty laugh. It was the laughter of the supposed prey being caught but still having many tricks up their sleeve. She noted that his smile had vanished.

"I heal my dear. Tell me do you heal too?"

She grinned, ignoring the slowly encasing granite that had reached her waist. "No, I'm not worried about that though. She flicked her whip slighty testing it on the granite that encased her lower body. She had concentrated on putting the sharpness of her paper at diamond level, meaning it would cut through anything.

"You aren't taking advantage of the time you have to speak, merely sealing your fate.and I am afraid that paper does not in fact beat rock. "

Kitra let out a short bark of laughter. "It does when it's as sharp as diamond." At the end of her sentence she sent two of her small paper daggers straight towards his cute little eye slits. At the same time she cracked her whip out. It sliced across Zelek's chest and crumbled a small amount of granite there. She also noted that she hadn't sliced through his tie or shirt. Good to know she still had her precision down to the milimeter.

While he was busy figuring out what happened she was using her whip to get herself out of her granite prison. She wasn't sure how far she would get before Zelek would act.

Zelek slammed his back into and against the granite that was behind him as the whip struck clean through his stone. he disintegrated the stone behind him even as it was too late the paper blades were making contact with his eyes even as he fell backwards. a shriek of pain and fury leaped from into the air. He rolled back, he could still see through his left eye, merely a scratch, it must have been the side that dodged first, his right eye burned, up until he pulled the bloody origami dagger out.

He crawled forward and the granite no longer climbed around her but simply entombed her, beyond the shapely statue that formed close to her body another layer worked its way around it and then again after that. He would suffocate the vile woman and then he would have her blood, he would drink every ounce. He would stay for hours and make it permanent if he had to and return tomorrow.

His palm held fast over his right eye as he stood. It would heal...paper wasn't wood itself after all...it might take longer than normal however. He stood staring at the stone hill through one blurred eye, the other bleeding down his arm. his head was an explosion of pain.

He hadn't tasted this kind of pain in years.

Right as her papers hit Zelek in his eyes, Kitra had given herself a paper skin. Which was not a moment too soon. Granite encased her entire body, it was suffocating and scary. Half her mind stayed calm while the other half panicked.

'Oh god, oh god, oh god.... Kitra mentally told herself to the shut the heck up. She was seriously angry now. She used her anger as a focus and mentally made her paper into that of the sharpness of diamond and then pushed outwards.

The granite exploded! Her diamond sharpness paper had worked and just in time. As her paper left skin contact it lost its sharpness however it did its job. It had gotten her out of the several layers of granite and it left her gasping for air.

Kitra panted, wheezed and gasped out, "You know," wheeze, cough, "I didn't expect for those to actually hit." Gasp, wheeze, sputter. Kitra stood straight as she had been doubled over in her quest to get air into her lungs. She dug in her bag and tossed Zelek a roll of bandages. "I would appriciate if we could actually talk."

Kitra eyed Zelek wearily, "I am tired, hurting and I know you smelling my blood is not helping." Due to Kitra's exploding paper act, she had been left with a few deep cuts here and there. Thankfully none on her neck though. "Does the name Kitra mean anything to you? Or perhaps a drawing manipulator?" She sighed, she was tired hurt and she knew that there was no way to beat Zelek at running away. Ruined eye or not, he would still be faster.

She didn't expect those to actually hit...A slow growl emitted from his throat...he did say he could heal, so why expect her to hold back.

Zelek twisted as the granite exploded outward, "You, could have asked all of those things while the granite was still around your ankles." as he spoke, the granite that lay about the immediate area attempted to buy an and every bit of paper he could see threw the eye he had to work with. he didn't want any other interruptions, He hadn't decided she was off the menu just yet....perhaps a different tack. spider can weave a web just as easy as a wolf can hunt.

A spike of granite shot out of the ground and impelled the roll of bandages, he couldn't risk a roll of receipt paper at the moment and quite frankly he wasn't going to chance anything with this gal either. He considered sending another towards Kitra.

He flung the handful of blood onto the ground and replaced his hand over his eye once more. "Spare me the tired and hurting bit, you stabbed my eye and I. You... We've met before and had this discussion once. its been years. You and I were enthralled with each other in a past life." He was less than amiable to the discussion, she smelled delicious and he wasn't sure if he could take her blood even if he wanted to at the moment. She had a damnable surival instinct, he would just have to a more subtle technique.

"You, could have asked all of those things while the granite was still around your ankles."

Kitra scoffed, "Right, I said I wanted to talk with no biting. You decided you wanted to play with stone and attempt to encase me." She folded her arms across her chest. "You didn't leave much room for talking there." Kitra eyed the bandages that had just been impaled by a spike of granite. She rolled her eyes, "That was a normal cloth bandage," her tone was rather deadpan considering the heatedness between the two of them.

While they had been bickering, she had used her paper to cover her small but deep wounds. Not that it helped much, blood had oozed out of the wounds enough that it had trickled down her arms and legs. Her coat was completly ruined. Zelek didn't look much better. She knew full well if he had blood he could heal, or should be able to as he was Hunter's offspring.

"Spare me the tired and hurting bit, you stabbed my eye and I. You... We've met before and had this discussion once. its been years. You and I were enthralled with each other in a past life."

Kitra shrugged, "That's true enough. But I'm also not dumb either. I'm sure you've been following me for some time now. Probably since I left my clients house to be honest." Kitra glowered at him for a few seconds before rummaging in her bag. In all honestly it still hadn't been cleaned out from before she disappeared.

Her hands met a small glass vial in her bag and she pulled it out trumphetly. Kitra spoke while she removed one of her paper bandaids. She grimaced as blood flowed up and over her wound. She put the mouth of the glass vial to it and filled it, she then stoppered it and put her paper bandaid back. "Also, I'm not tired because of You." Kitra knew she said that vehemetly and didn't care. "You could have attacked me and likely drained me at any time."

Glass vial in her left and her paper whip still curled around her whip she looked at Zelek and debated on throwing the vial at him. She knew while he caught it and drank it she could escape. Or so she hoped. Kitra wanted to know what he would say to that. Probably something that he wanted the excitement of the chase and blah blah blah. She sighed as she knew if she kept loosing blood she could easily collapse. She also had one other trick up her sleeve. While she had rummaging in her bag, she had felt a flower in her bag. Not just any flower though, it was the one Zelek had made her when they had first met.

“Entombment isn’t biting.” He shot back. “ and that was normal paper.”Zelek stated in reference to suspiciously regular bandage. Like hell he was wrapping something around his head that she might be able to control. He rolled his eye and propelled the bandage back toward her., she needed it just as much as he did. If not more, the paper didn’t look like it was doing all that much good. He looked to the whip in her hand and summoned a long copper spear. But the tool and its potential purpose were too completely different things, he chose copper because there was always an ample source around in New York, where there was electric there was wire, and where there was wire, there was copper.

“I have been following you, but not because anything I remembered I’m afraid, merely because I liked the way the moonlight lit up your throat framed by that fiery red hair of yours, what’s a starving man to do? it was coincidence that the red haired girl happened to be you.” He believed that for the most part, but was it some subconscious part of his mind that recognized her and claimed her as his in the only way he claimed anything anymore.

He eyed the blood as it flowed into the tube, subconsciously licking his lips. “Oh? And what has made you so tired today, if not this little display of ability?” did he care or was he only enjoying the view of the woman covered in abrasions?

He apparently could have attacked and drained her at any time…what did she think he had just attempted? She was big game, next time he wouldn’t make the mistake of toying with her, if he attempted it again at all, or if he waited for a next time.

He looked at her and dissipated the spear, he could summon it again if he changed his mind back. He pointed to the vial. “ I don’t want that. If you know I can take you on a whim, then let me take the blood directly instead, I won’t take more than you were prepared to offer anyhow, more than you are already loosing. More than I need.” His finger rose to point at her shoulder. There is a cut there that would do well enough I think.”

He would wait to see what she made of that. Allow him to take her blood, submit to his dark need and not have to worry about the chase and hunt, no worry of defense. How much trust had their previous romance afforded him? even though he had obviously changed immensely.

"Entombment isn't biting."

Kitra rolled her eyes and caught her bandage roll that Zelek had tossed back at her. "This is cloth, I can't control cloth." Kitra used said bandage roll to wrap her wounds on her leg. Fishing in her bag she found another roll and bandaged up her other leg. All the while she was keeping a weary eye on Zelek's copper spear.


"Oh? And what has made you so tired today, if not this little display of ability?"

I have been following you, but not because anything I remembered I'm afraid, merely because I liked the way the moonlight lit up your throat framed by that fiery red hair of yours, what's a starving man to do? It was coincidence that the red haired girl happened to be you."

Zelek pointed to her glass vial. "I don't want that. If you know I can take you on a whim, then let me take the blood directly instead, I won't take more than you were prepared to offer anyhow, more than you are already loosing. More than I need." His finger rose to point at her shoulder. "There is a cut there that would do well enough I think."

Kitra grimaced and stood, at least his spear had disappeared. Blood loss was one thing she really hadn't trained on. T'was kind of hard to train on loosing blood and not expecting to pass out. She rummaged in her bag again and pulled her sketchbook, which was full of her list of clients and what they wanted. Kitra turned a few pages to her up to date clients and their wants for paintings and sketchs.

She floated her sketchbook over to him slowly, not from tiredness but from not wanting it shredded. "That's whats been making me tired. I haven't had sleep in the last two days because of been working on projects those clients are after." She dropped her sketchbook on the ground in front of Zelek, there was a small patch of moonlight there so it should be easy for him to read. She hoped anyway.

Kitra knew full well she was running out of time. She was tired from lack of sleep, and now from loss of blood. Not a good combination. She cleared her throat, "I don't think it would be wise for you to be walking around with a bloodied eyeball." Ye gods that had sounded better in her head. She shook her head, "Last time I trusted you with my blood you nearly drained me dry. The only thing that stopped you was Hunter if I recall correctly."

Unless he had extra healing abilities that were in his, saliva, ick, then him sucking her blood was not going to happen. Unless of course she continued to be an idiot and not make an attempt to get away. Yeah, she was screwed either way this point.