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Sleeping Beauty [P]
Topic Started: Sun Feb 17, 2008 4:42 am (774 Views)
♥Cordelia Brooks
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Cordelia watched as he walked up to house, shuffling along behind him, not too enthused. She didn’t entirely enjoy being led to her food by another person. Manic was doing a really good job at making her feel helpless, which she really wasn’t. Maybe fighting wasn’t her strongest suit, but she could hunt and she didn’t need any assistance when it came to that. The gesture was actually insulting… she had only even decided to do it because it would only end up helping her in the end.

She stopped a good three feet or so behind him, observing as he knocked on the door and waited for a response. As no one answered, she smirked, a soft hum of a laugh emanating from her throat. That was cute. There were obviously people inside, and they were ignoring the knocks on the door. She had to hand it to them – they were smart to know that this wasn’t precisely a good visit. Even so, hoping they would go away and choosing to disregard the noise was a pure display of cowardice. Her outburst had probably warned them, so she partly had herself to blame for the fact she was missing out on a potentially entertaining fight.

“Let me in the wolf said to the three little pigs, or I’ll huff and puff and blow your house down…”

Wow, that was a shocker, he knew little stories that people told their children. Cordelia raised an eyebrow before looking down and shaking her head. Though it applied to the situation and was certainly patronizing, she never would have thought someone like Manic would know a story like that. The only reason she even knew it was because she had been a parent at one point… albeit it was a long time ago. Clearly she had misjudged him, as she had done many times earlier that night.

Between her outburst before and the sound of his voice at the door, it was doubtful they were ever going to answer. Cordelia heaved a sigh; though it was probably scary for them, she was becoming slightly bored. She shouldn’t have expected anything less of what she was assuming were humans – it was rare to find one that actually had a spine. Apparently, whoever was behind the door wasn’t very brave and wasn’t very good at taking responsibility for their actions.

Finally, he kicked the door down. She had anticipated as much. If they weren’t going to answer, she knew Manic was going to want to get in there somehow. She smirked and unfolded her arms, placing her hands on her hips impatiently as the dust and splinters settled. Really, by now, she just wanted to get this over with and save herself the embarrassment this was going to cause. She waited a few moments before following him into the building; if someone inside was going to attack, which was improbable considering their earlier cowardice, Manic should be the one to get hurt. Since nothing had happened just yet, Cordelia silently stepped into the home, looking around with slight difficulty before Manic cast the spell and lit the table on fire. She took a few steps away from him and the fire, mostly because she didn’t need another incident to happen. It might have been easier to see now, but that fire wasn’t putting the greatest feeling in her stomach.

Cordelia hadn’t been paying much attention, but when she heard the two weapons collide, her attention immediately returned to Manic. She was already out of the way, so she didn’t need to worry about getting caught up in that. Her eyes traveled to the weapon that the human was using and she almost instantaneously burst out into laughter. A cane?! Of all the things that were probably around in this house, the guy had chosen to use a cane against the intruders? That certainly wasn’t the most thought out thing he could have done. A simple stick wasn’t going to do anything against anyone, let alone someone like Manic. It seemed the man was almost asking to be hurt with that terrible choice. Whatever happened to using knives, or something that might actually be useful?

“…And you can have this fool if you want, I’m done with him….”

“How kind of you,” Cordelia muttered, hoping it was low enough that he wouldn’t hear but at the same time hoping he did. She didn’t enjoy taking other peoples left-overs. Even so, someone had to kill him, and she really wanted to be the one to do it. She walked over to where he was slumped over and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him back up and sinking her teeth into his neck in a single, fluid movement. A few minutes had gone by before she moved her mouth away, licking her teeth to clean them to the best of her ability. She released her grip on his collar, allowing the pale, cold, lifeless body to crash right back down to the floor in a heap. She looked at him, feeling absolutely no remorse. He deserved what he had gotten for not taking Manic seriously. It was just a shame he wouldn’t live to get to put his lesson to use. Clearing her throat, she lifted her arm and wiped her mouth with her sleeve, stepping away from the scene. The door was the only exit and no one had left yet, and she hadn’t heard anyone screaming falling from a window… so that people were still in here. “I’m going to go find the other little rats,” she hummed. “Do with the body what you will, maybe go search for that money he owes you?”

A dark, wicked sounding giggle came from her throat as she began to ascend the staircase. The blood was making her feel giddy; it was an effect she couldn’t help. She hadn’t ‘eaten’ in days, and as of now, she didn’t want just one. Cordelia looked around upon reaching the second floor, but her attention shifted to one room in particular upon hearing the floorboards creak. She stepped up to the closed door before taking the handle in her hand and twisting it, glad to see it wasn’t locked. She entered the room, her eyes immediately setting on a woman who hadn’t bothered to make herself hidden. “Well, my fun just went down the drain,” Cordelia spoke, her voice holding just a slight edge of disappointment to it. “Oh well…” Now wasn’t the time to be picky. The vampire grabbed the girl, looking down at her with a grin that revealed her bloodstained teeth. Without a moment’s hesitation, Cordelia grabbed her arms and held her by her hair to keep her from moving and once again pierced the flesh of her neck.

This time, Cordelia took her precious time, not caring how long she was making Manic wait. She was done soon enough and, just like before, let the body fall from her hands like a rag doll. A bit of blood stained the floor where the corpse fell, but that wasn’t her problem, now was it? Cordelia left the room, feeling invigorated and as alive as she possibly could. Quite frankly, she didn’t care if there was anyone else in this dump, if there was – tonight was their lucky night. Death wasn’t coming.

Cordelia descended the stairs and cracked her knuckles and shoulders. She was slightly happier now that she had gotten to kill someone on her own, which was clear in the way she was now carrying herself. “All right, I’m done,” she announced. “Can we go now or do you still have business to attend to here?”
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A brief glance shot over to the lifeless body against the wall and then back to the ascending form of Cordelia. What did she expect him to do with it, eat it? He supposed he could do such a thing, but the fact that the body had now begun to grow cold was the only thing that turned him off of the idea. Regardless it was of no concern to him now, at least not now that the sheer matter at hand was addressed and everything was now in the order it should be. There was nothing left for him here now; money didn’t concern him especially not the money of a rat bastard like that man. Besides, he had enough money to keep him happy for the time being, but that’s when the thought of Avarice crossed his mind. That man was a different story, if he didn’t pick up every blood red cent around the city that he could, there would be no hearing the end of it. A soft laughter parted his lips with its oddly upbeat tone, but it soon faded when a rather large shadow would cast over his shoulder from the moonlight just outside the home.

Smacking his lips together lightly, a faint frown of distaste slipped upon his face, “Well, I had my suspicions; I just actually didn’t think you had the intelligence to think of something so elaborate.” The stench of demonic blood weighed heavy in the air, signaling to him instantly that this perhaps wasn’t the time to fool around. Slowly his body turned to face the domineering man with red glowing eyes; the sheer action seemed to cause his mouth to grow slack in temporary shock. It was one of the few times that he had underestimated someone as thoroughly as this. But before his body could act or a thought could slip through his mind a massive fist drove down and caught him clean across the face. The sheer power of the power took him from his feet and sent him upon the ground on his back where he would skid to a near stop just a few feet off from the wall. Releasing an annoyed groan, Manic pushed himself back to an erect position, but it wouldn’t’ be quick enough to allow him time enough to escape the towering 8 foot creature.

It almost felt like every bone in his entire entity rattled from the blow, but his attention kept focused upon the hand planted firmly against his neck to keep his body pinned against the wall. A faint gasp of air escaped Manic’s lips, as his voice strained to release the words, “Tick tock goes the clock, bing bang goes the church bell, and yet another one will fall to its toll…” The second the words left his lips, both hands lifted to the offending arm and sank each of his nails within its fleshy exterior, causing the beast to cry out in pain and release its grip slightly. Using that as grounding, both of his arms swung sharply off to his side tossing the arm as though it didn’t exist. Once free of the arm, both of his arms would lift up to parallel positions with the ground, as both of his feet slid together to make a bodily appearance of a cross. Energy quickly gathered in the palms of his hands, until each of his digits snapped tightly shut to explode the energy across his entire body to send out a seering flash of light and a loud earth shattering bang would follow in its succession.

Just as expected the beast found itself caught at the mercy of the spells effects and instantly grabbed both of its ears in a howl of rage. Using this as grounds to draw this to an end, Manic reached a hand into his jacket to pull out a card, “All the cards are in my hands now…” In an arrogant manner he would twirl the card in his hand to show his enemy the face of it, knowing full that he couldn’t’ even see it if he had wanted to. The sheer thought caused a manic cackle to emit forth from his lips and echo out throughout the room. The second it would subside, he would give a flick of the wrist and release the card towards the ground just beside his feet. The card instantly began to dissolve and materialize into of a light weight crafted sword which would plunge into the floorboards bellow. Taking the swords hilt in hand, a light grunt would escape his larynx and the sword would become dislodged from the floorboards. A sly grin took upon his face the second he rushed forward with sword in hand, instantly bringing the blade across the beasts mid section, and following up with an upwards diagonal cut across the things chest. The action sent the beast into a frenzy, but it was still hindered from the spells effects.

Settling the blade down at his side, he would patiently wait for the beast to release another roar in its rage. The very instant in which it would, Manic would rush forward and thrust the blade deep within the gaping hole of the beast’s mouth and ramming the blade down its gullet where it would begin to spasm and stumble around from the offending weapon. Within a matter of a minute, the massive creature tumbled off to the ground on its side when Manic had begun his ways towards it. Pausing a few feet off from it, his hand would go to take up the blade again and pull it from its throat, causing a sick gurgling sound to emit forth from the throat of the creature. Lifting the blade to his lips, his tongue would flicker out and run the length of the cold steel to lick up each droplet of blood. His eyes all the while remaining focused on that of Cordelia. When the last drop touched his tongue, the blade would swing downwards and extend with his arm out to the nose of the woman, “And I will deal with you later…I will give you a chance to explain those words. Fail and I’ll remove that pretty head of yours with a blink of an eye.” By now all signs of fun and enjoyment washed from his features and were instead replaced by a grave look of anger and distrust in the woman.
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Cordelia had missed a majority of the fight, though she certainly hadn’t missed that large, explosive sound. It had left her mind reeling and her eyes seeing spots for a good while before she had actually come down the stairs, and she would have received the full effects if she hadn’t been upstairs in a different room and hadn’t just fed. She wondered what that fool was doing down there. Hopefully he hadn’t blown up the corpse… even if she could be violent, she didn’t exactly want to go downstairs to be greeted by various body parts all over the place.

As soon as she wasn’t seeing different colors and her vision wasn’t going in and out, she had gone down the stairs. Her eyebrows lifted and, just like before, she made sure to stay out of the way of the fight. She didn’t need to get hurt anymore than she had been in the last few days. She stared at the… whatever that thing was, not even going to try and figure out what it was, and snorted. It didn’t seem very happy; she wondered where it had come from.

“All the cards are in my hands now…”

The woman watched as he pulled the card out of his pocket. He’d said that before to her at the inn… so she supposed he had meant it quite literally. The card fell to his feet and turned into a sword, causing Cordelia to shrink back slightly. If he had had that all along, then why did he bother using a staff? Swords, in her opinion, caused so much more damage and were a lot more effective. Staffs couldn’t stab people, staffs couldn’t slit throats, staffs didn’t strike fear into the hearts of other people… so she really didn’t see the point. Cordelia sighed inwardly, knowing well that it wasn’t up to her what weapon he used, but she thought he would at least use some form of logic. But, then again, considering he was crazy, she wasn’t sure how logical he really was.

Since his attention wouldn’t be on her until he was done, Cordelia turned her own gaze to her hands, licking some excess blood off of her skin. Her mouth still had that coppery taste from it, but it wasn’t like she was complaining. She took a moment to glance at her arms, noting that they looked a great deal healthier. Between all the healing she had received and the blood, she was bound to look better. A slight, hardly noticeable smile graced her lips and she looked back to Manic, who at this point had the sword inside the beast’s mouth. She had heard it screaming before, but since it was a most unpleasant sound, she had done her best to ignore it. She preferred the screams of people to the screams of beasts like that.

For a moment, she felt a bit bad for the creature. That had to be painful; luckily, Cordelia had never experienced something like that. If she had, she doubted she’d even be alive right now. The thing fell down to the ground and Manic began licking the blood off the sword, which didn’t really faze her for obvious reasons. She didn’t see the appeal to animals, though; she had basically lived off of them as a child, since she wasn’t big enough for anything else, and couldn’t have been happier when she ‘graduated’ from them, so to speak. However, she hadn’t expected the very tip of the sword to swing in her direction and stop dead still in front of her nose. She gulped, her eyes crossing slightly as she stared at it. What could she have possibly done now?!

“And I will deal with you later…I will give you a chance to explain those words. Fail and I’ll remove that pretty head of yours with a blink of an eye.”

“Oh… that…” Cordelia remembered with a nervous laugh. The look on his face and the tone of his voice hardly showed any signs of him teasing, and considering the sword was right in front of her face, she didn’t exactly have a way of getting out of this. Apparently, he had taken it differently than she meant. Though it had sounded threatening, she was really only going to have a little chat with him that hopefully wouldn’t be outside the limits of the contract. She took a deep breath and started, since she didn’t exactly think he was going to have much patience with her. “That wasn’t meant to sound as… hostile as it probably did,” she explained gently. “I was simply meant that I’d talk to you later because I didn’t want you to think I needed help when it came to finding people to feed from.”

Though she could have phrased it a few different ways, she was going with what she thought would be the safest. It was the truth, so she obviously didn’t need to worry about sounding like a liar – all she had to worry about was if he liked the way she was speaking to him. Respect was hard for her to regard people with, but with a bit of luck, she might be able to pull it off. “Not that I’m not appreciative or anything… I just want you to know that I can find people to kill on my own and you don’t have to worry about doing it for me.” Oh, that had to sound overdone with sugariness. She was trying, at least, so maybe he’d spare her because of the wonderful amount of effort she was putting into this.

A bit of logic wouldn’t hurt, though, so Cordelia decided to add that in. “It’s not I could do anything to you if I wanted to, anyway,” she reasoned smoothly. She couldn’t worry about her dignity when she had to worry about her life! She had been threatened so much in the past few days that she was surprised there wasn’t an actual reward out for her head! People took things so seriously these days… though there was the problem of people not taking others seriously enough, being taken too seriously was just as big of an issue. “And I already made a deal with you about the tiefling. I wouldn’t go back on my word after I accepted your help and your contract.”

In other cases she might if it would help her, but Manic was proving to be someone she couldn’t very well do that with. She looked at the sword again, tempted to ask him to put it down now or even push it away herself, but she didn’t need to upset him further. She had gotten herself out of sticky situations before; so hopefully this time wouldn’t be any different. A small, angelic smile crossed her mouth, and though it was probably a bit too much, maybe it would somehow sway him.
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Diligent eyes studied her own, only to occasionally break across her countenance before returning once again. While he wasn’t really buying truth in what she was saying, he knew full well that she wanted to say something much more than just that. Though, at least she was trying and that’s all that mattered. It wasn’t like they were going to be together much longer than the contract would entail as it were. So, long as she followed directions and instructions throughout the entirety of it, there would be no issue between them. Deciding to accept her words at face value, the sword in his hand would lower back to his side. A soft laugh lined his lips when his other hand raked itself through his hair, “I didn’t say I’d find food for you, Miss Cordelia. I merely offered a chance to feed; I also said you could take it or leave it. Quite honestly, it really doesn’t bother me if you choose to listen to my instructions before the contract or not. You’re a free person until things hit the fan. The rest of my conditions; however, are active from the second you accepted and to the second in which you’re satisfied with the turnout of this man…Now.”

With a twitch of the arm, the blade would swing up to gently rest on his shoulder and he would turn on the balls of his heels. Taking a couple steps off from her, his body would throw itself in a counterclockwise spin and at a specific point in the rotation his right arm would snap downwards sharply. Releasing the blade from his hand at an extended state, it would simply dart forward with a whistle as it rushed past Cordelia’s face and lodged itself into the wall behind her. A crooked smile slipped upon his face, while his head tilted to the side slightly, “How much of a chance do you believe this man has against us?” It really wasn’t a question of interest, but more of a question to see what she felt their odds had faired. Either way, he was happy just getting a chance to raise hell and bring chaos and destruction.

Maintaining the position and the extension of his arm, both his middle and thumb finger would press together, before snapping off to opposite sides with a loud snapping sound. At that ignition of sound the sword in the wall behind her de-materialized in sparkling bits of light that fluttered over her shoulder, before manifesting themselves piece by piece in his hand to resemble that of a card. With the card now in hand, he carefully tucked it away in his jacket, “I can’t tell you how excited I am to see what this man can do. A spell caster much like me doomed to lock himself in a confrontation with the both of us. If you truly wanted, I could keep him from casting a single solitary spell, that’s if you confident you stand a chance against him with your blade in hand. Granted, I wouldn’t recommend it from what I’ve seen out of you in our confrontation, but it’s your choice.”

Sounds and voices echoed throughout the silence of the house, signaling his attention to the door where countless shadows and lanterns floated across the walls of nearby buildings. Uttering a soft spell under faint moving lips, a hand would lift and extend itself palm out to the wall opposite of the door. A faint glow of orange began to swim, amass, and swirl in instability at the palm of his hand. After a short time the orange glow took on that of a ball and lurched forth from his hand only to come crashing against the far wall, blowing a hole through it, but the action caused the fringes of the hole to pick up in flame. Motioning the same hand off to the hole in the wall, his voice would pick up urgently, “Get the hell out of here if you don’t want to risk a confrontation with the city guard. The second reason is the fact that this place is going to burn to the ground…” When she would depart from the building, a cruel and sadistic smile would slide across his face. Lifting a hand out to the stairway, a soft snap of the fingers would cause them to pick up in that of flame when the spell crossed his lips. Doing that to a couple of the items in the house, he would pick up with the control winds spell. Throwing himself in a near effortless spin, both arms would extended and span each digits on his hands widely outwards to send the currents of wind out to the flames in order to feed them and intensify their nature.

Both feet spanned out to bring him to a sliding stop and immediately his eyes moved to the doorway. They were almost here, now to hinder their progress. Again both his fingers would snap and the spell would utter to send the doorway bursting into that of flames. The heat in the house immediately took up that of scorching as the flames reached the ceiling and began licking across its exterior, as well as the walls surrounding it. Now it was time for his departure, but due to his carelessness the hole in the wall was almost submerged in flames. Heaving a wayward sigh, another spell broke his lips and few pounds of water would splash across his entire body, bringing him to a certain resistance to the flames. Wasting no more time, his body would jerk forward in a rush and he would leap head first through the flaming hole and out into the cool night air. As he came to the ground, both hands extended out to the ground and placed themselves against the rugged pavement, before his body carried itself forward in its momentum to throw both of his feet down to the pavement after his hands had previously touched. Unable to halt the momentum of the forward rotation, both of his hands would move out to catch and maintain the balance on his feet, before pushing back and rising to a stance again. Dusting himself off, his eyes would lift to her, “Well, that was fun and hopefully that’ll be enough to keep them busy. Especially if you left someone alive in there, all that screaming, I highly doubt they would even care about us. Besides, I doubt that even knew we were still there…But lets go.”
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The moment the sword lowered, Cordelia became much less tense. Clearly he believed her, or at least decided it wasn’t worth pursuing. She had always been good at getting out of situations like these; she was glad she at least hadn’t lost that talent. The words he spoke were going in one ear and out the other, since now that her life wasn’t in danger, she didn’t have much to worry about. She did, however, hear when things began and when things would end. That shouldn’t be too hard; considering Manic’s magic, her vengeance would be done with soon enough.

She watched as he turned and then threw the sword at her. Her eyes widened and she leapt out of the way, even though it had aimed to go in the wall behind her. That man was not stable, no matter what he said or did. No matter what she did, he seemed to have some want or need to hurt, frighten, or intimidate her. Really, she just didn’t understand it.

“How much of a chance do you believe this man has against us?”

Cordelia snorted. Was that even a necessary question? Considering how high she was on her horse, saying that an opposing force could even possibly win was never an option. “I don’t think we need to worry,” she assured him. She didn’t know all of Fehade’s spells, but she didn’t believe such knowledge would be needed. Already they had the upper hand when it came to numbers, even if Cordelia was just about as useful as a rock when it came to battle. “He wasn’t that strong.” She was really just weak… and didn’t exactly use her head.

The sword began to dissolve into a bunch of sparkles. Cordelia waved them away, not finding them all too visually pleasing. They returned to Manic and reformed as the card, which he quickly put away. She almost rolled her eyes, but stopped herself from doing so. That was so overly fancy… whatever happened to just being simple? So, she had to admit, some spells were pretty useful, but a card that turned into a sword was a bit out there.

“…Granted, I wouldn’t recommend it from what I’ve seen out of you in our confrontation, but it’s your choice.”

This time, she couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes and waving her hand dismissively. Maybe he was right… but she wanted to do something in the fight, and she was powerless without any spells. She didn’t want him to end up doing the whole thing for her, since she wouldn’t receive nearly as much satisfaction watching as she would actually doing the deed herself. “How about we act spontaneous, hm?” she suggested. That was how she always did things. She did things on impulse, went with how things went, and thought things up on the spot. Planning ahead seemed so dull and constricting, and Cordelia had never been one to enjoy being tied down. Maybe her method didn’t always end up working out so well for her in the end, but she still liked to do things her way. “If we think it would be best to take away his spells, then we’ll do it, okay? All this preparation is hurting my brain.” She shook her head and moved her hair out of her face, almost as if doing so would clear her mind.

Voices were approaching, though Cordelia was hardly worried. If worse came to worse, she would just kill them all! But, really, she was sure they would get out of there before something like that happened. She wasn’t so sure it would be smart to cause a commotion of such a degree. Killing one or two people was easy to get away with, but a whole mob? Not so much. Cordelia watched as a fire began to swirl in Manic’s palm; did he have to keep using that terrible, deathly substance? She was hesitant when he told her to get out of the house, only because the hole was still on fire. Even so, she sucked it up and got out of the house, getting as far away as possible. He was going to burn that place to the ground, and she didn’t want to be around when it happened.

Cordelia got as far away from the house as was safe, though she still stayed close enough to wait for Manic. She was pretty sure he would come out alive, since he was making the blaze himself. If he didn’t, well, then she was out on a deal. It wouldn’t affect her too much if he died in there. Besides, if he died, then they would all have someone to blame if bodies were ever discovered. Manic emerged, though, and she simply looked at him.

“Well, that was fun and hopefully that’ll be enough to keep them busy. Especially if you left someone alive in there, all that screaming, I highly doubt they would even care about us. Besides, I doubt that even knew we were still there…But lets go.”

Oh, if someone was alive in there, that would be hilarious! Cordelia grinned, glad she hadn’t decided to explore the rest of the home. She was sure there were other people in there behind those closed doors, and they probably wouldn’t ever come out. Oh, well… it looked like death had come, just in a different form. When he suggested leaving, Cordelia was compliant and she turned around, walking away from the house. “Do you really have to use so much fire?” she asked, her pace slowing as she turned her head to look at him. Even if fire was effective for getting rid of all traces of anything, it was still something that could kill her and for that reason alone, it frightened her right to the core. “I’m beginning to think you’re a pyromaniac…”
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“Do you really have to use so much fire?”

“As a matter of fact I do, you don’t happen to have an issue with that? Because if you do, I could always play the world’s smallest violin for you. No matter what you do, you aren’t going to get me to stop using my fire as a tool of destruction.” His voice was soft and almost arrogant sounding in its nature, as each world rolled eloquently from his lips. Whether or not she had an issue with it, he couldn’t give a rat’s rear end less. It would be the same sort of spell set up he would use against that clown and if she had a problem with it at that point in time, then she would be left on her own to fight this guy and his lame horse.

“I’m beginning to think you’re a pyromaniac…”

This next comment would bring a bout of laughter forth from deep within him. Oh that was classic, a little fire usage and immediately he was a pyromaniac. Though…There were those couples of times in which he readily used his fire magic in order to get himself out of tight situations, and the times when he ended up burning down a couple small forests. All in all, he didn’t feel as though that classified itself as a case of Pyromania. Sure, he did have an addiction to flames, but it definitely wasn’t’ pyromania. If he had pyromania, half the city would be ablaze, all the women would be missing from the city, and all the rich would have been robbed. There was no sense of setting a city ablaze if there was no profiting outcome from such a deed well done. ( Ahaha, get it? Well “done” >.> It’s a cooking joke. )

Lifting both of his hands above his head, they would outstretch to their furthest point of reach in order to stretch out each of the muscles in hopes of loosening their tightness. A faint grunt traced his lips the second both of his arms would reach their maximum strength and swing rapidly down to his sides where they would come to rest, “One moment…I’d like to take one last look at the fate we have in store for this victim of yours.” Slowly his body turned to allow himself to catch sight of the orange glow of the flames that licked lightly across the wooden exterior of the building, stretching high off into the sky where their tips would break off in flitters of flaming ash and dissipating into the blackness of the night sky. It was quite the sight to behold and a sight he had often loved, fire was a thing of his, something that fueled his interest to no extent.

A wicked smile traced his lips when he finally turned back to her, “His spells will be useless and he will have no choice but to face you and you alone. If he oversteps his boundaries, I will make sure his attention remains on you and you only. From there, it’s up to you to pick him apart bit by bit, piece by piece until there is nothing left but bits and pieces of his former self.” Giving no indication of his next action, his right foot would push off to propel him forward and off towards no where in particular. If she would follow, then she would follow, “The second I interject myself into this and take those precious little magical spells from him, his focus will be on me. Just keep in mind, I have a limit to taking his spells away, meaning he has to stay in a specific area for them to remain inactive. When he oversteps that area, I’ll do what I can to scare him back in their, if that fails then I will be nothing more than an annoying distraction to him and enable you a chance to cut him down to size and limit his movements. After all, this is your vengeance not mine as you’ve said before….There, now I’ve done the thinking for the both of us.” Slowing to a sudden halt, a question seemed to playfully tease at the intricate and chaotic folds of his mind. A question that he had from the very start of the night, but seemed to push it off to the side with no further thought, but now it was something that just didn’t seem to want to leave him.

With a wayward side, a hand would move up to the wall of a nearby building only to plant itself flat against its surface, while his body leaned up against it in a carefree manner, “I’ve kind of been curious about you vampires. What propels you to exist when there really isn’t much left for you on these plains? And what kind of things entail from such a “gift” like that? It just doesn’t seem to be an interesting concept to me.”
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“As a matter of fact I do, you don’t happen to have an issue with that? Because if you do, I could always play the world’s smallest violin for you. No matter what you do, you aren’t going to get me to stop using my fire as a tool of destruction.”

No duh she had an issue with him using fire! Considering he knew what could hurt vampires, he really shouldn’t have answered that. Cordelia smacked her forehead with her palm, finding his idiocy absolutely incredible. She didn’t disagree with the fact it was destructive, and quite frankly, she didn’t care how much he used it – so long as he didn’t use it around her. The moment he mentioned a violin, though, the vampire looked at him as though he had just grown a second head. “What the hell does a violin have to do with any of this?” she asked him. Right now, he wasn’t making very much sense… but then again, not much did make sense to the young vampire woman.

“His spells will be useless and he will have no choice but to face you and you alone…”

So Manic was going to make him unable to use his spells, but she would have to fight him on her own. Well, that wasn’t going to be a problem. She could handle fighting, and even though she was reluctant to buy spells, she figured she had to. Her own spells probably wouldn’t work, but she could fight outside of the boundaries of whatever Manic had planned while keeping Fehade inside. Perhaps that was fighting unfairly, but Cordelia didn’t care. So long as she got to rip the little tiefling to shreds, she would be completely and utterly happy.

“Deal.” The woman grinned ecstatically, almost tempted to start giggling or cackling. Sure, he had basically just told her what they were going to do and restricted her to an actual plan, but it was one of the view plans that she really liked. It would give her a chance to hurt the tiefling and he could help or not help… either way, it would hopefully turn out to be a wonderful show. “I don’t care if it’s not spontaneous now… at least I get to rip the cur to shreds. You sure you don’t want to have fun too, though?”

It wasn’t that she really cared. It wasn’t his vengeance; she just found it slightly ironic, if that was even the best word for it, that he didn’t want to harm the tiefling. But, she supposed he didn’t really have a reason to. It wasn’t Manic that Fehade had humiliated, and it wasn’t Manic that was holding the grudge. Cordelia had to admit, there was a part of her that was extremely glad that he didn’t want to participate physically. The less he did, the more satisfaction she had to gain.

The woman simply stared at him as he leaned against a building, folding her arms. The only thing she could even think about right now was revenge. She could picture it so clearly… it was going to be amazing to inhale the sweet scent of his agony. Even if she didn’t know him very well, she was sure it would be a beautiful fall from grace for the tiefling. He had appeared to be a bit cocky… that phrase ‘the pride comes right before the fall’ couldn’t have been better applied or even more correct at the moment.

“I’ve kind of been curious about you vampires…”

A slightly displeased look crossed her face when Manic spoke again. She had been enjoying her little fantasy world for the short silence, but at least it was a question about her! It wasn’t entirely personal, so she didn’t have a problem with it, and best of all, it put focus on her. Cordelia loved attention; though she didn’t need it to survive, it was certainly a welcome extra bonus.

“…What propels you to exist when there really isn’t much left for you on these plains?...”

“Eh?” Cordelia looked at him strangely again, apparently perplexed by what that meant. There was plenty left! Killing, immortality, living, seeing another person’s pain… what wasn’t there to live for? It wasn’t like she could magically change it, anyway. She was born a vampire and for the rest of her many, many days, that was what she would be. Cordelia had no desire to change her race; it was who she was and almost completely defined her. Maybe it wasn’t right of her to want to be defined by her race, but many of the stereotypes seemed correct when she was being looked at. “There are plenty of things to exist for… what are you, blind?” Cordelia tilted her head slightly. How did he not see it…?

“…And what kind of things entail from such a “gift” like that? It just doesn’t seem to be an interesting concept to me.”

She couldn’t exactly help the fact he didn’t find it intriguing. Personally, Cordelia couldn’t see how anyone wouldn’t find vampirism appealing. Okay, okay, maybe some people wouldn’t find it very appealing or interesting, and possibly actually revolting… but she didn’t think Manic would be one of those people. Usually, those types were the goodie-goodies who cried if they accidentally killed a bug. “What things entail from it? Well, you know, pretty little fangs and killing people and being associated with death… it’s pretty cool.”

Maybe she had misinterpreted the question, since she wasn’t exactly too smart, but she wasn’t too sure. She wasn’t very descriptive either, but she didn’t know the difference between being another race and being a vampire… it was all she had ever known and all she had ever been. If he wanted to know how it was different from other races, she probably wouldn’t be able to answer very well. She didn’t know if vampires saw things or heard things differently, if their voices had a different sound… mostly because she had nothing else to go by.

“I don’t know how you can’t find it interesting, but I can’t help that. Yeah, maybe holy objects and sunlight and fire are a pain to have to avoid, but it’s worth it. Power comes in the end, with age…” Her voice drifted off. One day… one day, she would be able to stand all those things… not any time soon, but one day it would be possible, if she didn’t do anything stupid and get herself killed beforehand. “… Those answers don’t help much, do they?”

Cordelia lifted her eyebrows, a slightly amused look on her face. They probably didn’t. Oh well.
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A flitter of laughter resonated forth from the depths of larynx at the mentioning of the violin. She really was naïve, wasn’t she? The sheer entirety of it all seemed to perplex him beyond belief, but it would be swiftly pushed aside. Raking a hand through his hair, his head would tilt off to the side curiously, “Ahhh, so the Ice Queen shows her naivety. The violin comment was an insult…It’s an expression you use on people who want a sob story to show that you just really don’t give a damn.” Pushing off from the wall, both of his arms would rise and fall in a half hearted shrug, “To be honest, I couldn’t really give a damned about anything. Perhaps, I should take up the violin for a hobby…” It was like adding fuel to the fire of confusion. None of his words seemed to make sense and if the vampires thought she was lost before, by the end of his little speeches she would need someone to draw her a map in order to find her way.

When she spoke up of having fun despite the primary focus of his objectives, which were to ensure her ultimate victory over this demonic brethren of his…There was a faint glimmer of pearly white jagged teeth that would flash in brief response. Oh, there would be his fun in all of this, as there always was…No one would deny him the satisfaction of maiming, torturing, and mutilating anything that stood in his way, whether he would have to do so to Fehade with or without her regard was not an issue. As far as he was concerned, he was entitled to a little something in retribution for his services. Besides, the clash between the two of them may be entertainment enough to entice him to take a back stage seat. Regardless, a few words would break his lips, “You said he has a horse…But I say he used to have a horse, along with any other thing that is beneath his command. All of it will be wiped out, this man will know pain and torment to be abandoned and left alone to die. That alone is enough entertainment for me…” Again the same aloof looking shrug took action upon his torso, “What can I say, I’m easy to please.”

Silence seemed to etch between the two of them, until her voice would once again break it, causing a wry grin to cross his features. She was an entertaining one she was, surely someone to keep a person on his toes perhaps that was something of a blessing. Lately his actions have been lacking, but tonight was an entirely different story. Debts were collected, new contracts were bound, a new temporary ally had been sought, and the night seemed to end in bitter sweet destruction. Lifting a curious brow, a slight curious look took upon his face, “Maybe I am blind, as I have always been. Though, one thing I CAN see is that we really aren’t as different as you’d like to think…” Taking a few jeering steps towards her; both of his hands dipped within the pockets of his jacket and his torso would lean forward at the waist to bring his face inches from hers. He had known she disliked it when he had done so before, but it really made no difference to him. Sliding his mouth ajar, the upper lip of his mouth would rear back to expose the long K9’s that stretched and arced down towards his lower setting of teeth. To amplify their appearance, his tongue would flicker out to draw its tip across the jagged point of each one, “We both have fangs to an extent, I kill people for a living, and demons are the modern day version of the devil in the mortal eyes of the world around us. Where your weaknesses lie, I hold strengths. Where my weaknesses lie, you hold strength…Essentially we are opposite beings with similar goals.”

Rearing back from his current stance before her, a lone hand would part from its warm confines and come to a rest upon his chin as if in thought. Lightly rubbing it for a short spell of time, both his eyes would lower and settle themselves to hers, “As a demon, I am ageless. My power lies in time just as yours, but it seems that time has not been good to you now has it? Because if it was, then you would have no need for me, no? However, to under estimate a demon is like to start a fight with a God. It makes no sense, so it’s a wise thing to have me come along with you regardless of how ‘immortal’ you believe you are. Self righteous attitudes won’t get you very far in your life. I once thought I was invincible, above everything and anything. There was a creature that proved me wrong in that belief, a creature they called Shagarez Syliano, the self-proclaimed demon of the battlefield. You share a common-hood with that man, you both hold vampiric bonds.” The recollection brought a twinge of disgust to his face, but it would be washed away the second his eyes adverted themselves to the sky above, “I’ve fought a lot of fights in my life and I would have lost that one if there wasn’t interference. Don’t get pigheaded though, I was a lot weaker back then, as I’m sure he was as well.”

Clicking his tongue lightly against the roof of his mouth, his head would lower itself to settle its gaze back upon Cordelia, “That’s enough of that. Unless you have something you’d like to ask me…? If not, then let’s shove off, there’s no point in standing around here all night. Besides, it’ll be sun up in a couple of hours…”
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As soon as he started laughing, Cordelia’s eyebrows furrowed, waiting for an explanation. She had probably made a fool out of herself by asking that, but it really didn’t matter. It wasn’t her fault that what he had said had made absolutely no sense! The woman blinked when he spoke, especially when he mentioned being naïve. Her… naïve? Oh, that was a laugh, but she was far too puzzled to show any kind of amusement. Her head was really starting to hurt… darn his complicatedness! None of it had made any sense to her. Not the fact that it was insult, not what it was used for… and now he was talking about it being a hobby? She was tempted to throw a childish temper tantrum, but she had to remember that she was grown up. She couldn’t do those kinds of things anymore.

“You’re terrible at making things clear, you know…” she whined. Maybe she couldn’t throw temper tantrums, but there was no rule that said she couldn’t complain! She’d caught the fact that he’d called her an Ice Queen; and while the title fit, she still didn’t like it. Nicknames had never really been to her taste… she felt like she wasn’t being spoken to directly. She wasn’t ‘Ice Queen’, she was Cordelia Brooks. Even if she didn’t like it, at least it fit and wasn’t entirely too cheery. She would have slapped him if it was something happy-joy-joy. “Oh, and by the way? I’ll be thinking up a name for you, too.” Sure, maybe Cordelia wasn’t the most creative person around, but she would come up with something eventually. It wouldn’t take a day, a week, a month, maybe something wouldn’t even come to her mind for a year. No matter what, though, she was determined to come up with something in return.

“… All of it will be wiped out, this man will know pain and torment to be abandoned and left alone to die. That alone is enough entertainment for me…”

If that wasn’t morbid, Cordelia didn’t know what was! Since they were no longer talking about the violin, it was easy to follow the conversation, and finally her lips twitched upward slightly, her grin gradually widening to resemble something that could have passed for the Cheshire Cat. It was so nice to have actually found someone that was probably even more sadistic than she was! Almost everyone she seemed to meet was obsessed with being ‘good’ and doing the ‘right thing’, and she always wound up being scorned simply because she followed what and who she was. Now she didn’t have to worry about someone telling her it was ‘wrong’, that she was a ‘bad person’, or any of that other worthless blabber that wasn’t going to change her. People got so stuck on morals that she had never had… all those things ever did was tie people back. Even if it was only a temporary alliance, it was a pleasant change from what she usually received from other people. “I’m so very excited…” she said lowly, almost as if it were a secret. “Oh, he’s never going to know what hit him!”

The woman giggled wickedly, unable to help herself. Causing pain to others thrilled her like nothing else!

“…Though, one thing I CAN see is that we really aren’t as different as you’d like to think…”

Well, there went the fun of that conversation. Cordelia’s face went blank and she averted her eyes, feeling bored already. It was tempting to mock him, but she refrained from doing so. They weren’t alike… granted, maybe they were both sadists, but Cordelia could see nothing else. No one else was like her; she was the only person who could ever be her. She hated when people tried to say they weren’t that different and compared themselves to her… it wouldn’t have bothered her as much if people didn’t come up with an incorrect analysis of who she was. It wasn’t like she could shut him up though, so she had no choice but to listen.

Just like so many times before that night, Manic walked toward her and leaned right into her face, and Cordelia’s reaction was just the same. She arched her spine backward as much as she could without losing her balance, sighing. If he kept that up, she was going to be able to do back flips one day. “Must you insist on invading my personal bubble…?” she asked wearily. By now, it was really starting to get old, and she didn’t see why he continuously did it. Cordelia doubted it was because of bad eyesight.

“We both have fangs to an extent, I kill people for a living, and demons are the modern day version of the devil in the mortal eyes of the world around us. Where your weaknesses lie, I hold strengths. Where my weaknesses lie, you hold strength…Essentially we are opposite beings with similar goals.”

Cordelia had come to the conclusion now that it was impossible for Manic to make short summaries. Everything had to have a long explanation; otherwise it simply didn’t make sense. When he finished, all the woman did was raise an eyebrow, uncertain of how he really wanted her to reply. Did he really thing she cared? “Congratulations,” Cordelia said dryly. “Would you like a prize of some kind?” Big deal, so they were slightly similar. It wasn’t that impressive.

“…My power lies in time just as yours, but it seems that time has not been good to you now has it? Because if it was, then you would have no need for me, no?...”

A soft ‘hmph’ sort of noise came out of her throat as Cordelia heard that statement. She folded her arms over her chest, partially irritated by that statement. “Well it’s not my fault I’m young!” she interrupted. He didn’t even look any older or younger than her and yet he was stronger… it really wasn’t fair! He continued talking, and Cordelia simply let it go in one ear and out the other. Blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda. None of it made any difference to her. She sincerely, earnestly, from the very bottom of her heart, didn’t care.

However, when he said that it was time for them to part ways, Cordelia certainly caught it. To be honest, she was slightly relieved to be going. Manic talked a lot and she felt like her ears were about to bleed… and there was a part of her that was still confused over the violin. Nodding, the woman turned away from him a little bit. “Don’t see why I’d have anything I’d have to ask…” she said with a shrug. “Whatever. See you then, I suppose.” She knew she’d see him again; they had that little date against Fehade, after all. She laughed at the thought and shook her head, turning fully now and walking away without another word.
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