you and i [r]

When he'd notice, a black kitten had already sauntered up to the girl, and she seemed familiar with it. Every word hit his ears perfectly, superior senses were amazing after all. Going still, he'd even stop breathing, since he kept that up out of a habit to prove that he was human. He didn't want her to notice him - not yet to say the least. For a moment, he considered shifting into shadows, but he changed his mind at the least possible second.

Humans after all, couldn't see his form typically, and even some of the hunters he encountered had not been able to find him. Although, if his heart had been beating, it would be violently hammering in his chest. He had been startled a bit, due to his own inattention. Subconsciously, he made sure he was melded further in the shadows then he normally would have been.

He had a bad feeling and generally those feelings had been right, as he let his red gaze sweep over the girl, trying to understand why he was so drawn to her. It was a mystery he had to solve, sooner or later, since it was beginning to make him feel rather uncomfortable in some aspects.

He felt safe for the most part, harboring doubt that he would be caught right now, but he still had a back up plan just in case he did.

Blood.

The sweet tang of it in the air was interesting. He could smell the blood, and it didn't seem like a problem, at first.

And then it came, crushing, heavy, unbearable.

Hunger.

''Fuck.'' he'd breathe out. It was under his breath, even he barely heard it. His hand affixed itself to his mouth, his body was trembling. The smell of blood was the sweetest, most inviting thing he'd smelled in a long long time. He wanted to have it, to devour her whole and never stop. This impulsive thing made his fangs peek out of his mouth in sheer need, and he had a hard time holding back.

At least she covered it, and it helped take the edge off. But it was still there, like an electric current. His body almost lurched out of position, and only strict years of training that let him be around bleeding humans held him steady. He had to regain control of himself and fast, because he felt like he was losing it faster then one could say presto. The male felt his fingers crush into his jaw, pain slightly coming to his sense. Not much, but just a little, to help him focus.

He still wanted to leap out, and he realized that if he didn't shift now, he'd probably assault the girl. His body was already twitching, breaking out of his control inch by inch. With a shake of his head, he let himself melt, changing his shape. He wouldn't be able to hold on to his sanity otherwise.

His nails clicked on the ground, and out of the shadows he came - a large, black dog, letting out a soft growl at the cat and woman, supposedly defending his territory or something. The smell of the blood was still sharp, but the vampiric hunger had cooled, if only a little bit. But he felt a slight tingle of fear echo in his mind, upon realizing something.

He still felt that vampiric hunger, the desperate need and quasi addiction to the presence of her blood, even though he had shifted his form into a simple animal.

Emerald.

That was the color of the girl's eyes. Her voice seemed hesitant, trembling - was she afraid of a dog? Possibly, but the handkerchief she had dropped to the ground. He moved, feeling his entire fur rise, when he smelled that scent that told him that something was wrong with the girl.

Fear.

He'd note the the blood didn't smell fresh anymore, but clotted, and he supposed that was good. But unbidden, the dog moved closer, growling louder. Although, the first lesson that anyone had with animals was to not show fear, and to not run from them, particularly when you couldn't see them. With a bark, his dog form grabbed the handkerchief, and chased after her, sending the larger then normal body down after the running girl.

He'd catch her, that was just natural of him to do. He had picked up the non-bloody part of the handkerchief, but the smell in such close proximity was driving his senses wild. He'd have to chase her down. Making sure that the cloth was firmly attached in between two teeth, piercing it and wearing it like a flash at his mouth, he couldn't help but bark at her, loudly.

Probably woke up a few people, but he couldn't help it. He wanted her, even though he had shifted into an animal to protect himself from the urge.

It still thrummed in his mind, too strong.

Oh? The fear changed.

Well this was impressive, as the dog twisted it's neck, and then spat out the handkerchief. He had to make a retreat, but slowly, he felt the growl down in his throat, recognizing the scent of danger. Keeping low to the ground, the dog watched her, nudging the handkerchief the closest he dared towards her. Keeping his ears flat and his body low, he didn't want to threaten her to say the least. But perhaps she'd take a different route of thought, considering how protective dogs could be. And some dogs did protect strangers if they felt they were hurt.

Trying to keep the hunger down was easier when the blood artifact was away from his face. He felt like he wanted to launch himself at her, but at the same time he forced his animal body down, trying to restrain the beast as best as he could. He didn't want to let it go, but it clawed, it clawed at him to get to her, to shift and take her blood like he wanted to. Restraint was so hard, even when he diluted the feeling. It was supposed to fade, but it still clung to him, like a drug addict's need. He hated it.

Should he kill her, so that he didn't have to suffer through it anymore?

He couldn't tell, keeping his canine body in the best submission he could, despite still being keyed and wound up more so then he wanted to be.

Good he had it under control. For the most part, his body edging away as the girl got closer with the silver knife. He didn't want to mess with her, as she started to walk away. He felt satisfied, and thus wasn't prepared when it hit.

Fresh blood, again.

'What is she that clumsy!' the male thought with exasperation, as his instincts took over.

With a vicious, snarling bark, his form dashed out from the darkness, considering the dagger a threat. Launching his body at the girl, his jaws tried to close around her wrist, and if he did manage that, to shake it until the dagger fell from her grip.

The dog form he had picked was quite large - larger then a golden retriever, all black in coat and his eyes were now gleaming red. He was probably very heavy as well, and he wanted to take one over this girl. If he did manage to get to her, he'd try to climb on her, and pin her down with his weight, something akin to like rage, even rabies, present in his being, mouth frothing with the viciousness he wanted to do.

He wanted to sink his teeth in her flesh, to hear her scream, to have her go lifeless and limp, and the absolute need for her blood was driving him insane. And he would take her, although thankfully his control let him keep his dog form, rather then reveal his true form to her eyes.

But how long could he manage that, he was wondering in those parts of himself that were still sane for the moment.

Good, he had gotten the dagger out of commission. Luckily for him, she didn't scream, and the male felt her struggle and trash. Damn, she was stronger then she looked, that's for sure, as the dog steadied itself.

And then flopped himself on her, trying to pin her with his weight.

Letting out a low whine, he took his own dog version of a wrist in his jaw. Luckily he had not broken the skin on her wrist, and in an attempt to restrain himself, bit his own limb. Due to how close she was, she could probably hear the squelch, and then the piercing noise, along with the sharp scent of blood. He had bit himself hard, and tried to remain still on her, keeping her secure.

One, to stop the stupid broad from hurting herself again, at least in his presence. Second, contact with her seemed to soothe his blood lust, so he figured that if he was a dog that sat on a human, it wouldn't be as awkward as say, if he was himself and unable to gather a single hint of control. Perhaps she knew what he was, he wasn't sure. But he would stay there until it all passed, and that she healed, and that he didn't want to tear her throat out anymore.

He wasn't that kind of vampire, no matter how much of a dick he was to normal people. And perhaps she wouldn't be mad, but if she knew what he was, well who knew how this could end up, his jaw still clamping down on his limb, holding the impulses as best as he could.

So much trouble just for one girl - he would just hope that she wouldn't do anything stupid to make him regret trying to control himself. If she tried to move, he'd just snarl and growl very threateningly. Maybe that would make her behave for a bit.