[Hello there, Angel from my Nightmare]

[x.Wolf.x]

Crimson drops hit the wooden floor again each drop falling into a puddle of thick crimson liquid already gathered on the wooden floor, followed by a wail and sobs that could make even the cruelest of any creature cringe. The scene would be enough to make one loose anything they’ve had to eat within the last week along with a major lost of appetite for weeks after. What was once a quiet, secluded cottage in the middle of a far off forest flanked by country side had now turned into one of the most horrific murder scenes in recorded history. One could tell nothing by looking at the house from outside, but one step inside told the entire story. Inside, in the middle of the floor sat a wooden chair, well weathered down by years of people, holding an empty human corpse. The walls, once white and covered with pictures of a happy family, dripped with human blood. The wooden floor was now soaked with the crimson liquid, matching everything within the desolated cottage. With another look at the corpse, one could guess this man suffered a great deal of torture before finally being torn apart. The man’s fingers and toes lay all over the floor, all soaked in blood. No one but the murder could guess how each and every piece had been removed. Scars from third degree burns over the man’s body told investigators that the man was alive for days whilst being tortured, pieces of glass stuck from random parts of the man’s body as well. Deep enough to cause a lot of pain, but not deep enough to kill a man, which told one that the torturer was experienced. Deep, twisted cuts and rough stitching also covered the man’s body and nothing was left of his eyes except for deep black holes, his mouth had been sewn shut to complete the look. On top of this, the man was ripped to shreds by a small pack of stray dogs, which was what actually caused his death.

In the far right corner of the room sat the shadowy figure of a young adult girl sat, her knees pulled up to her chest but her gaze wasn’t hiding from this horrific scene…no, her gaze burned right into the corpse. A look of annoyance on her face completed the look. Humans grow too weak these days She pouted, thinking of how easily the man bled…how much he had squirmed and wailed when she tore him apart. Not only was the man physically weak, but mentally too she remembered two weeks before today. She had showed up at the man’s door step, appearing to be some homeless girl seeking shelter. Of course, the man wasted no time letting her into his house….only to wind up tied into a chair the next morning. Having the girl tear him apart piece by piece, the girl he had so easily trusted and gave his home to and now look how it all ended up. With another soft grunt of annoyance, the girl rose to her feet. Her appearance would resemble that of many these days, plagued with war. The girl was tall, but so lean that many feared merely shaking hands with the girl would do her harm. The fact was, she normally starved herself for this appearance, making her even more deadly and despite her weak appearance; she had the strength of a soldier except she spent her strength tearing other humans apart.

Hair, a dark tint of red-almost crimson, fell loosely down the girl’s back as she rose to her feet once again. Ragged shirt fell down and rested on her shoulders, blood-stained jeans fell their full length as she reached toward the ceiling of the wood cabin, stretching. High heeled boots clicked against the blood-soaked floor as she crossed the room to look the corpse over once more. Emerald eyes danced as they searched the body up and down again, “Pathetic” Finally the wicked voice came, so cold that it would freeze the wild fires of hell itself or even more. The word came out as an elongated hiss, making the savage dogs retreat to the walls, each of them whimpering as if they had been beaten. Tails tucked between their hind legs and ears flatted against skull as the dogs fought to escape the icy glare of the girl. As the dogs fled the scene, the glare returned to the body. No sign of the joy most killers got after looking after their fresh kill, no sense of pride or any emotion for that matter. No. She was much different from any killer within the hundreds of years of records on each and every killer since this land had been tamed by human activity. It was such a shame, that after all this work, all this wasted time, all that wasted energy and there was no sense of emotion after the kill. Why would she feel anything? The guy died much too easily, which annoyed her. No, it did much more then just annoy her…it made her furious with herself for letting him die so easily. She should have left the wretch to die of infection or starve to death- which ever of the two came first. Unfortunately, he died too quickly for her to test her newest homemade poison. No matter, she’ll find someone else sooner or later.

Gaze lifted to the door as a picture of another flooded through her thoughts. The picture was that of a young half-breed named Peter. She’s heard of him before. Oh yes, he was an outlaw to Kamenwati’s people…what a shame. He should be the one to test this poison, being that his half breed body will hold up longer then any human. This should bring some amusement with his death, being that Kamenwati would be furious with anyone who slaughtered the traitor before she could. This will prove to be interesting and maybe even amusing. With another glance at the corpse, she rose again this time she headed to the door. Easily pulling away the heavy wooden door and left her very own murder scene. Pretty soon, investigators would be poking around anyway.

Who is she you ask? Why. She's the angel hidden in your nightmare, the bloody death you all feared whilst watching a horrror movie. The cunning butcher with no emotion for her own kind. The sick twisted child the adults cringed away from. The one the police can not catch, even with leads. You cringe at her name, scream it out in the middle of the night.....she's the monster in the stories parents tell thier children to keep them in line.

She is Katili......the bloody murder!

[xXPeterxX]

Unaware of the scene beyond the yard and the walls of the old house, and oblivious to the fact that he was at that very moment the center of Katiri's thoughts, a young brute, around 17 years of age, sauntered up the old worn path he'd taken many times. He was a tall boy, lanky and washed out. His shirt hung loosely around his thin stomach, and his face was pale enough to make him look sick, though he wasn't. His black hair was thick and tousled, and his eyes were a silver-gray, and looked rather dull at the moment. It was Peter, otherwise known as the 'half-breed'. Not that anyone knew about him. He was always here and there. One moment standing next to you, the next he was gone. His father gave him up for dead, and no one else knew he existed. Except for Katiri obviously, and Autumn.

Boy, did that name ring a bell in his head. The chiming was so loud he couldn't take it. This was perhaps the 100th time she'd crossed his mind in the last few days. It was understandable though, with what had happened to them a couple nights ago. And as if either of them could forget. It had started out a normal night, Peter just wandering around as usual, and Autumn happened to be where he ended up. The two had formed a sort of bond, a friendship if you will over the past weeks since he'd saved her from a dire fate not once but twice. That's where it had begun.

A little while after parting, they ran into each other in the village. Acknowledging each others presence, they'd seemed to be unable to avoid each other, always appearing in each others way. When they'd grown used to each other's company, they just dealt with it. A few nights ago, Autumn had been stargazing in a cemetery when Peter had drifted up. Their conversation, though short and rather quiet, led to something Peter couldn't quite explain. It seemed to have brought up an old forgotten memory in the girl, one she hadn't wanted to know. Peter, being left with Autumn in a surprisingly emotional state, was forced to comfort her as best he could, which isn't saying much.

Apparently, Autumn had received a vision of her father murdering her mother before her eyes as a young child, just after he had in fact been bitten by Rasputin. Being as upset as she was, Autumn admitted to herself that she was a coward, and always would be. This enraged Peter, compelling him once more to comfort her. He spoke the truth and nothing but the truth in all sincerity, though he spoke impulsively. Surprised by his actions, Peter was left speechless until Autumn did something that had never even crossed his mind until the moment it happened. She kissed him. And he kissed her back.

Those few seconds were perhaps the longest moments in his life, but when it was over, shock was swelling inside of him, thoughts whirling through his head until they deafened him, blinded him. He couldn't think straight, at least, not with her sitting right there. Not when it was so fresh in his mind and on his lips. But through the surprise and the shock, a warm feeling washed over his body. He hadn't wanted the moment to end. And this, out of all the things in the world he'd experienced, out of everything he had to face everyday of his life, that was the thing that scared him.

Now he drifted quietly down the lane, trees on one side, endless fields covering the other. He passed the ever familiar house, but paused. The door was swung wide open, and an odd stench was seeping out into the world. If Peter was right, it was the filthy odor of blood. It drew Peter to it, yet sickened him at the same time. Either way, he had to find out what was wrong, so he started up the cobblestone path and up the porch steps.

The musty air filled his lungs as he stepped in the dark house, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. The brute looked around curiously to find the man who resided there, whom Peter had often seen working out in the garden in the front, lying in the middle of the room with his chest ripped open. Blood stains covered the wall and the floor, the whole room seemed to have drank in the stench and began giving it off. It was like sewage. Peter frown, his eyes narrow and sharp but curious. He took a few steps toward the body, chin touching his chest lightly as he looked down at it. He heard a shuffling noise and rose his head to find a young girl, maybe around his age or a little older, perhaps a little younger, he couldn't tell. Her clothing was torn and splattered in what Peter knew was probably the man's blood. He glared at the girl, unsure what role she had played here. His tongue ran across the fangs hidden beneath his pale lips.

[x.Wolf.x]

Foresty gaze snapped up in annoyance as another being entered the house, but a twisited, hidden grin crept across the pale, porcelin looking face. 'You're joking. That was too easy' She told herself, keeping her gaze locked on the half breed as he entered the house. 'The boy wasn't bad looking either', she added 'Oh yes, this will be so much more fun'. Bony fingers touched the cold glass vial, twisting the glass tube once or twice in her pocket. Though she kept the posion out of sight and out of his scent range. There was no way she would let some little slip up on her part ruin this test of hers. She watched Peter enter further into the old cabin from her perch in the shadows, her forest-green gaze burning into his skull as if reading his thoughts. It was obvious that something had recently happened to distract the young half-breed. What a shame, he'd just fall easier with his mind all clouded like that. But what was it? What was he thinking of that could keep him so distracted? 'Tell me Peter.....tell me what you charish most.....so that I could take it all away'. She spoke, but her lips hadn't moved a muscle.


She watched closely as Peter neared the body, giving the corpse a once-over glance. It was obvious he wasn't admiring the work of her dagger which was still dug deep into the dead man's thigh. What a pity, half of a monster, half a human and yet he cannot enjoy the work of one's twisted thoughts. It was then that his gaze caught onto her place in the shadows. But her gaze met his evenly for a moment before a new plan fell into mind. Of course, she could have just injected the posion right then and there, but she wouldn't. Nope. She would take everything of his first, then watch him die at her mixture. And so, at that moment, she burst into tears. Bony hands covered her face as she sobbed more, streaking her hands with falling tears. She would pretend to be the victim here, knowing of Peter's kind heart toward humans. This was a near perfect plan, she could just as easily inject the poision if anything went wrong with this or if she ever got tired of pretending to be the victim in this.

"F......f...fath....father!"

The wail came out perfectly, hiding all cruel thoughts she had before and replaced them with a fake memory of her own. She could be that man's daughter who came just in time to see her father was murdered and the murder ran off. Tsk tsk tsk, Peter for being so distracted, for being so kind.....and for soon for being dead.

[xXPeterxX]

Peter eyes darkened, sensing a thrill of intesity emitting from the girl hidden amung the shadows. With their gazes locked, Peter could swear that they looked emotionless, as if all of this had been taken in step. But the next moment, the young women broke down sobbing. Peter's eyes widened, trying to comprehend what he had just seen. Her thin hands covered her eyes and tears dripped through them and onto the floor. She uttered the word 'father', rather loudly actually, more like a yowl. This man had a daughter? He'd never known that. But then again, why would he? Anyway, she could have just come for a visit perhaps, for she seemed old enough to be living on her own.

He wasn't sure what to do. Comforting her was out of the question, especially since he didn't even know her. And comforting her would only bring up Autumn again and what had happened when he'd tried comforting her... "What happened to him?" he asked insted, then rephrased it, since asking what was actually pretty stupid since he could plainly see that he'd been murdered. "I mean, who did it?" She was in a part of the room that made Peter pretty sure she'd been there when the killing had been done.

Again, the image of Autumn flashed through his mind. Her mother had been killed, stabbed to death, by her father, and she'd been forced to watch. Peter shook his head angrily, trying to rid his head of the memory. Now wasn't the time to worry about it.

[x.Wolf.x]

((-giggles- Peter's ill. With a plague from Autumn. -glances at the two and whispers to Dawneh- I think it's 'love sickness'))

It was obvious now, from that hidden emotion placed in the depths of his gaze. He had been trying so hard to hide someone from his thoughts, but who? Katili could tell it was someone close to him.....and getting closer. This should make her plan interesting. She would kill the girl first, then Peter. She would make him watch. Before much else could happen, he questioned the scene. To what happened....to whom was to blame? Now that was a good question. Who would she point the finger at? A vampire! Yes! She would blame a vampire for tearing her 'dear old dad' apart. She would name no name, just that he was a vampire. From behind her hands, her gaze narrowed momentairly in what could have been...if one seen the look....a laugh. Though no sound came but fake sobs, her gaze laughed. What a fool.

"He...........He didn't say. I only know he dodged the sunlight"

"

Oh yes, this was getting good fast. With lie after lie pouring freely from her mouth and covering her tracks. She would have Peter's pathetic life within days. In a matter of days she could dance in his blood. She would kill him slowly she decided. Slower then what she killed that weak soul in the chair in the middle of the room. She would drag his life on for a matter of days or even months. Maybe she could cut off parts of his body at a time, seeing that he couldn't die from blood loss. With that posion racing in his veins, she could watch him suffer more too. Oh, how perfect this would be. How much fun she would have tearing this man apart. Peter hand't a clue to what he walked in on, or the suffering that would soon follow this discovery.

[xXPeterxX]

>> Haha! Yeah!

Peter's gaze drifted back and forth between the man and his 'daughter' as she sobbed, trying to get an answer out. He was compleatly unaware of how much trouble he'd gotten into, or how much this would affect what was to come, in a good way. The girl finally managed to say, "He... he didn't say. Well of course he didn't say his name. But she could have known who he was. Obviously not. "All I know is he dodged the sunlight."[/i] A vampire? A vampire did this? Again, Autumn intercepted his thoughts. Dammit! Cut that out! he felt like screaming, his eyes narrowing dangerously, filled with frustration and anger which to everyone else could be passed off as anger toward what he'd just learned, that one of his kind killed this old man.

The brute wasn't sure what to do now. He couldn't comfort her, he couldn't call the police, all he could do was stand there and stare. What should he do? Ask. Ask if she's called the police herself. "Have you... called someone yet?" he asked, repressing his anger.


>> Wow that was horrible.

[x.Wolf.x]

((O.O HAHA! -points at Peter, laughs, then runs off))

His gaze narrowed dangerously close which, in many, would mark anger. But at what? More then likely the fact that she had just blamed such a horrific murder scene on his own kind or possibly his own kin. Being a mere human, Katili couldn't tell what his anger was really for....but if she had....she would have to find this Autumn and she would have had to kill her too. But Peter wouldn't give a hint to what his anger was really for. And besides, she would meet Autumn soon enough....and she would have her fun too. As he spoke, she gave a nod for a respond. It was yet another lie told. But she didn't want the police poking around in this, especially since she'd go to the station and be questioned......when she'd rather waste sometime with Peter. A week or two weeks. She gave herself that long to administer the poision only because she couldn't wait. She couldn't wait to dig deeper and deeper into the plot and into Peter's flesh. Still shaking from the 'shock' of her 'father's' murder, she stood up. Her forest green gaze met Peter's once again. It was time to dig deeper now.

"He.....He said he was coming for me next"

She informed Peter. Gaze shone with a fear now, preformed after years of practice. Soon. Soon she would be cutting Peter apart piece by piece and yet he was completely oblivious to this. What a shame....perhaps he'd be like so many before and hold thier tounge until the last moment...and then beg for thier lives.

[xXPeterxX]

The stench began to sink into Peter's clothing. It exhilerated him, his body erging him to do something he swore he'd never do. It drenched him with a cold feeling that didn't want to go away until he gave in. He fought it back, for as much as his body wanted it, he was just as discusted by it. Katiri nodded, answering his previous question. He found it a little surprising that she had stopped crying long enough to call the police, but some people had to let shock sink in before they cried. Like Autumn.

Ah! Get... out... of... my... head! he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs. But he held back, restraining the frustration. He would never, ever admit to himself what he already knew was true. Ever. Right now he had another problem to deal with. But he wouldn't let himself be lured in, not by his own forceful wantings, not by his fellow vampires. He wouldn't be apart of this war, and he wasn't going to give his stomach the satisfaction of the taste of blood. It suddenly got quiet. The girl had seized her crying.

With a sniffle, she claimed, "He... he said he was coming for me next." This surprised Peter. First off, why didn't he just kill her right then? Vampires didn't normally threaten victims then leave. But then again, what did I know about vampires? he mumbled sarcastically to himself. Second, what was he suppose to do about it? Peter's intense gaze softed, still filled with hate and frustration, but was a little more compassionate. Curse this human heart of mine. he thought, hating himself for taking on yet another project, you could call it, when he already had enough on his mind. He was too kind for his own good.

"Why don't you... why don't I help you?" he offered, forcing himself to open his jaw so he wouldn't spit it through gritted teeth. "I'll help... find somewhere safe. In the meantime," he said. "I suppose you can stay back at camp." Peter knew as soon as she was gone he'd have to pick up and move somewhere else again if he didn't want to be found. But that was easily do-able.

[x.Wolf.x]

As much as she wanted to leap up and agree, she didn't want to seem to eager or Peter might catch on to this plot. And so, the girl shook her head slowly. "I couldn't put such a burden on you" She replied. So the rumor was true, Peter was too kind for his own good. He let his human heart show but not his vampire heart...why so? Why was it that he didn't live his life with his vampire side instead of his human form? If he had given in and his vampire side showed instead.....he would have more strength. His speed would nearly double along with his hearing, sense of taste and every other sense. He would be twice as better and yet he decided to live as a human. Tsk tsk. But like any other half-breed, she knew getting the teenager close to death would bring his vampire side out once again. The fun would only increase then....when the stakes of the game doubled in value. Remember, Katili was a serial killer. Infamous to every breed in these lands for tortouring her vicitim's to death. She had been caught by the police only once, they asked if she had any regrets.....her only reply was a laugh. She killed 27 guards escaping from the prision that night. And she would do it again if she ever had the chance to. If anyone ever thought....for a split second that she would ever regret her murders, they'd probably be killed on the spot. She was fast to say the very least. Many times, they thought they had her and then she was gone. Her gaze met Peter's evenly once again...this time waiting for his answer.

[xXPeterxX]

Yes, the rumors (which obviously only exist in Katiri's mind since Peter is thought to be dead) were true. Peter was indeed too kind for his own good. The brute sensed something strange about the girl whose tears were drying up rather quickly. Any other time he would have taken it into accord and left then and there without another word. But today was not any other day. His judgement was clouded, obviously. And so he insisted. "No, it's no burden. I live in a clearing in the forest, so it's not like I'm offering you a room with full board and service." he said, shrugging. "And I can keep you safe."

[x.Wolf.x]

For a moment, the girl's head shook silently with objection. "The man after me is fast and stong. He is vampire, nothing you would know of....you being human and all" She spoke, hiding all evil thought and intention from the boy. Of course she knew of his actual bloodline although she hadn't located the boy's kin yet. With time. She reminded herself. Only with time and constent cunning mind games could she win Peter over, could she destory him from the inside out. Obviously, this would be one of her 'harder' games to play but she needed the challenge. She had been so bored tearing apart each pathetic human piece by piece and listening to thier screams. 'You won't scream will you Peter? You'll just accept a quiet...agony filled death. For this time, if you scream....I'll cut out your tounge and feed it to you own kind damnit.' Her mind hissed at the half breed. Somehow she knew Peter wouldn't scream like any of the others she ripped apart....human or vampire. Her gaze filled with fake tears again as she glanced over at her masterpiece laying in the center of the room. Tears fell in already made streams from the older tears. For if she let the tears hault now, there would be some suspicion. Tsk tsk, medling. She warned Peter.

[x.Wolf.x]

For a moment, the girl's head shook silently with objection. "The man after me is fast and stong. He is vampire, nothing you would know of....you being human and all" She spoke, hiding all evil thought and intention from the boy. Of course she knew of his actual bloodline although she hadn't located the boy's kin yet. With time. She reminded herself. Only with time and constent cunning mind games could she win Peter over, could she destory him from the inside out. Obviously, this would be one of her 'harder' games to play but she needed the challenge. She had been so bored tearing apart each pathetic human piece by piece and listening to thier screams. 'You won't scream will you Peter? You'll just accept a quiet...agony filled death. For this time, if you scream....I'll cut out your tounge and feed it to you own kind damnit.' Her mind hissed at the half breed. Somehow she knew Peter wouldn't scream like any of the others she ripped apart....human or vampire. Her gaze filled with fake tears again as she glanced over at her masterpiece laying in the center of the room. Tears fell in already made streams from the older tears. For if she let the tears hault now, there would be some suspicion. Tsk tsk, medling. She warned Peter.

[xXPeterxX]

>> DOUBLE POST!! And ha! And you laughed at PETER for yelling at AUTUMN in his head. -giggles at Kat- OHHH kewl! I found a song for them!!! Maybe... -listens intently to lyrics-

Peter didn't flinch. He'd already assumed that much. But there was something strage about the girl. And if he told her what he was, she probably wouldn't want his help anyway. Maybe he should just tell her so she'd be out of his hair. He had enough to deal with without playing body guard. But the beating organ inside him told him he could never do that. It made him want to claw the heart out of his chest and smash it into the dirt. Or maybe it was just the fumes of blood still rising from the gored body that kept calling him, tempting him. He needed to get out of that house.

"I know something about vampires." he replied, folding his arms over his chest and trying to relax a little more. He didn't want his anger to frighten her. "Trust me, you'll be fine with me." If she refused him, then he would leave. He didn't want to insist that she stay with him, and he couldn't spend anymore time around that corpse. Besides, he needed to get out of there before the police showed up. If he was caught there, they might find out who and what he is, or most likely become the prime suspect for the murder.

[x.Wolf.x]

A small nod told Peter that she understood with what he was saying, but gave nothing away to what was really flying through her thoughts. Foresty gaze swept the scene for another second before shaking her head once more in mock greif. This game was too easy. Finally she let her gaze to meet with Peter's once more. "I'd hate to put one in danger like that........" She began breaking for a pause after 'that'. "But, I trust you. And if you would allow it....I'd like to travel with you for awhile." She added, forcing herself to sound innocent and lost. Really, she could travel threw the lands within seconds on her own.....but today she wasn't herself. She was. Wait. She would need a new name for this, a new identity. Just in case Peter had seen the 'Wanted by the King's rule' posters up around the towns. Before speaking her name, she realized they needed to get out of the house before the king's men came. She would hate having to kill the kings men and Peter so swiftly...then who would test that posision of hers? And so, her gaze rose once more "I hate to sound hastey, but we should really get out of here before any one of us is suspected when the police show...." She stated, waiting for him to move for the door first.

[xXPeterxX]

Peter was ready to turn around and leave on the spot since it seemed like she was going to decline his offer again, but she seemed to read his frustration the right way and gave in. But she said it in the weirdest way. "But, I trust you. And if you would allow it... I'd like to travel with you for awhile." she said. Why would she trust him? She'd only just met him. And she seemed to either know or assumed that he traveled. The girl gave him an odd feeling, a prickly sensation that ran up and down his spine. But Peter wasn't considered someone open to good judgement at the moment. If it had been any other day, he would have taken his offer back, trusting his instincts and staying away from the odd girl. But today, his mind was racing with the thoughts of the unforgettable night he'd just had a few days ago and it clouded his trust in his instincts since he still couldn't tell what it all meant.

And then she voiced his earlier thoughts, adding to the suspision that was growing in Peter. "I hate to sound hasty, but we should really get out of here before any one of us is suspected when the police show..." She seemed a little too hurried, as if she would give them a reason to suspect her. Peter's eyes narrowed as he studied her. Her face still held the look of an innocent young girl, but she seemed to have bounced back from her father's murder awfully fast. It puzzled him. His arms still crossing his chest, he asked, "What's your name?" He tried not to appear skeptical, but Peter was finding it hard to hide anything that day because his innerds were so mixed up. He knew that if she had something to hide, she wouldn't tell him her real name, but hopefully Peter would be able to break through the confusion long enough to decifer weither she was telling the truth or not. He's used to be good at that... before anyway.