A Century

Aluraune ghosted past her and into the trees, walking slow enough for her to follow before ducking into the low opening of his home, letting out a small sigh when he saw Noctem wasn't anywhere to be seen. Looking back over his shoulder to ensure that Asema was following, he moved to the larger section of the cave.

Asema had risen early from 'sleep'. She was what you'd call a vampire insomniac, not to mention because of her advanced abilities didn't need to feed nor rest as much as most others.

Now, she lay beside a dead body, playing with the human features, the morbid innards of someone she once was, though she couldn't remember how it felt to be.

Aluraune comes upon the scene, tilting head as he watches Asema toy with the corpse beside her. He had seen much worse, and thought nothing less of the girl for it.

"Good evening, Asema. I see you have already taken care of yourself, no"

Asema looked up only to show a sweet smile to the male. "Oh, yes..." She pulled her hand out, drenched to her wrist in blood that stained a string bracelet she wore. "It's amazing how many body parts a human has that are so beyond unnecessary, isn't it?"

Laughs quietly, feeling he cannot judge, for he went through his period of morbid interest over the mortal body as well, some time ago. He felt a small urge to explore the body with her, but rejected it, not feeling too strong a need to dirty himself.

"Ah, that is very true. If only they knew how much they over-worried when they happened to rupture some organ they hardly even recognize." He dropped to the floor beside her lightly.

[Post fail? xD]

She smiled and studied her hand, only inspecting the blood now. She had always been a morbid girl, even as a human, though she never got so bad as this. She wasn't a killer until her first victim of her immortal life.

"Mm," she muttered in response, placing her index finger to her lips and silently sucking of the blood from the very tip.

Shudders and looks away, not revolted by the sight, but drawn to it in a way he has tried to avoid. With a bit of effort, he tries to refocus his attention.

"So, how have you been in my leave? It has been quite some time since we have crossed paths."

Asema tilted her head, letting out a soft noise as she smiled. "Well... it's been fine," she answered simply, wiping the rest on her dress. There was no honest point in feeding if she was not hungry and she really wouldn't.

She stood gracefully, staring down at the mauled body. She had had quite some fun attacking and the aftermath as well,

Aluraune looked down at the corpse, shuddering at the scent before realizing it was Asema he smelled. The scent muddled his senses, so he stood stupidly for a moment. How long has it been since I have felt the touch of another?

He quickly drove the thought away, trying to keep his composure as he mumbled "Well, let us be off again. This idleness bores me."

Asema giggled, her infamous bitter-sweet noise taunting. "But your mind is not idle," she pointed out, tapping his nose with a gentle, harmless smile.

She picked the body up with both arms, knowing she was strong enough to deal with one, but feeling it more appropriate with both, then turned back to him. "Let's dispose of it, shall we?" His speech seemed to be rubbing off on her own.

Aluraune stared at her. slightly open-mouthed, before collecting himself again, cursing her ability to read him, before nodding, falling in step behind her, not wanting her to see the expressions on his face.

"Go. I shall follow."

Asema resisted a giggle, holding it in for his well-being. She knew full well that he was already dumbfounded. A part of her liked to tease him far more than anyone else and she blamed it solely on him.

In seconds, she found the back of the woods, a dark place where no one would ever look. If he was found, she couldn't be suspected, nor accused. She dropped the body, smiling down at the mangled skin and guts.

As she started off again, silent all through she frowned. She could feel the blood staining through her clothing at her stomach. She paused, huffing a bit as she stared down at it. She had no more clothes, though and couldn't wash that.

"Have you any clothes I could borrow?" she asked sweetly. "I'll save this dress as a sort of... hunting gown."

He blinked quietly, the question catching him off-guard. Again, the darker, less cultured side of his conscience quipped in, unreadable by her due to his constant pracitce: Or you can just wait 'till she decides to rid herself of the thing, more clothes or not

He shook his head clear and nodded, collected again.

"I brought little with me, but, I believe this will do..."

He shrugged off his robe, shaking it out a bit before handing it to her, feeling his set of black leather armor should be good enough for him.

[Is quip your new vocabulary word? ]

Asema thankfully took the robe, smiling softly. "Thank you," she said simply, then immediately began to shed her clothes. She was ashamed of nothing and thought nudity ought not to be something hidden. She wrapped the robe around her first, though, it covering near all of her body from the neck down. She folded her dress over, sliding it over an arm.

She would have to steal new clothes next time the approached a department store.

[As a matter of fact, yes, problem with that? XD]

Aluraune gritted his teeth at the effort it took for him to look away, though he managed to in good time. Trying to keep his focus elsewhere, he went about readjusting his leather gear, it having been quite some time since he had to toy with it.

After a while, he looked up, satisfied that she was done, and feeling a small tug of smugness that she was wearing a piece of his clothing.

"Is that suitable, Asema?"

"For now," she smiled softly. She looked over his clothing and giggled once again. "When we stop at a shop, I'll grab myself some clothes... and you as well," she added, beginning on her way to skipping.

He grumbled something along the lines of feeling just fine in his armor before following close behind her, her scent throwing him off again. He had started off collected enough, but lately, it had been harder and harder to control his thoughts.

On a whim, he called out, head tilted a bit."Asema...do you by chance have a mate, somewhere...if that is not prying, because if it is, I apologize sincerely..."

Asema paused when she heard his question and furrowed her brow. She didn't and actually hadn't since she had been human, or so she figured. During her 100 years of being a vampire, she'd not once come across another male vampire who was interested in her.

"No," she answered, smiling when the reached some bit of a city. She could smell humans everywhere.

He nodded to himself, satisfied with the simple answer, looking up to view the town, already feeling a bit skittish around so many people. He had made it a habit to avoid human contact at all costs; he did not like the things that happened when a mortal and he crossed.

"I.. assume you want to go down there, correct?"

He rocked a bit on his feet, trying to appear calm.

"Of course," she answered with a giggle. She was excited to be shopping. She could wear a suit, or she could wear jeans and a baseball cap, she could even wear more dresses, though she preferred them the way they were in the 1900's.

He sighed deeply, knowing her answer before he asked. He did not want to risk going down, but strangely did not wish to be away from her side either.

"Well...it may be possible I find something of use, I suppose."

She stopped in front of the nearest store she found, then wasted absolutely no time in going in and exploring all of the clothing, even the men's clothing. She smirked slightly at a pair of boxer shorts that were actually on display. She pulled them off the rack, planning to utterly surprise anyone who saw her come out of the dressing room.

He leaned against the wall near the dressing rooms, trying to stay away from the clothing; the modern styles disturbed him, and he felt more at ease in his armor. He had come more for Asema's sake then his own, at any rate.

Asema frowned slightly at the men's selection. How dry. It was all pointless shirts with logos and shorts that had too many pockets. She glanced back at him as she walked farther, then smiled, finding clothes that she was sure he would look nice in.

She appeared beside him, then put a pair of nice pants, a comfortable, though almost dress-looking shirt, and a black jacket and shoes to match accordingly. She smiled. "If you wear that armour around everyone... well, you have to modernize a little, okay?" she told him, smiling before she ventured back to the female clothes. She skipped there, the robe not covering her bare legs as they made movements too sudden for it to

He looked after her, his emotions split between revulsion over the clothes and the attraction of his eyes to her legs.

He looked down at the clothes, deciding to at least find a way to fit it over his thin armor; it would give him a sense of comfort he dearly needed. Giving a resigned sigh, he moved to an empty stall, laying the clothes out and dressing into each piece easy enough, the armor beneath barely noticeable.

He stepped back out, feeling rather odd, waiting for Asema to return.