New Blood ((Reira))

[dmc89]

((For Reira's next character once it get's approved.))

"You're awake..." He said his voice((Trunks)) rolling around in the darkness as he was looking out a window, rain drops rolling down it clouding it as the portion this silver haired man was looking out was fogged up. The female he spoke to would find herself covered by his large, heavy leather coat, the taste of blood fresh on her tongue still. The room was dark, the only light came from the window. barely any of his features could be seen except for his silver hair and smoke-blue eyes.

[Saasha]

Melany’s body ached. So much pain wracked her that she didn’t want even try to move as her eyes fluttered open. Nobunaga had done a number on- Her eyes flew open and she shot straight up, her right hand flying to her hip: an action that only yielded two results. First, her sword was missing: two, sitting up had been a very bad idea. Pain shot through her body through her body, making her grit her teeth and moan in quiet agony. He mind raced. How was she alive? Hadn’t Nobunaga run her through and paralyzed her? She made a brief check of her body, she was in pain, but she could feel her legs.

Another shot of pain hit her, but she didn’t drop back to the bed however, not the time to show she was still in pain. Wait. Bed? She opened her eyes again slowly, her head pounding relentlessly and her hands twitching a bit from exhaustion. It was dark and her vision was still very blurry, but she could make out the faint shape of the figure by the window. Possibly the figure that had intervened?

She relaxed her body a bit. There was no use being tense, it would only injure her more. On that note, her hand shifted shakily to her shoulder unconsciously, only to find that the laceration was not there. It had healed? She must have been out for a longer time then it felt- but then why was she still exhausted? “Hardly.” She spoke curtly before licking her lips briefly then spitting off to the side to rid herself of the liquid. She supposed it was an aftereffect of the internal bleeding. Once again, a quick check told her that her abdomen had healed as well.

She realized that she was still caked with blood and thought to aid the coat off to the side, not wanting to get any more blood on it then she already had. But then again, he had been courteous enough to lay it over her to begin with. It would be rude to remove it now. And so she merely set her eyes as best as she could on him, trying not to move too much. “I suppose you were the one… who fired that shot.” It was difficult for her to speak to some degree, her throat was on fire and her lungs ached still.

[dmc89]

"Yup." He said lowly before turning to face her. He got out of his chair and walked over towards what would be a counter, a dresser. A small click and a lamp turned on illuminating the small apartment. Tony liked this place more than the other... the other place just wasn't his taste. Too lavish, too big. Not his style at all...

He opened a dresser drawer or two, picking out clothes that might fit her. It wasn't much, jeans and a black tank top... and a bra... she looked like a thirty-six C. He pulled one out and a pair of underwear to boot. It helped that he used to have females over every now and then and they'd leave their garments for him. They were washed of course. "Everything I just handed you is clean, in every way." He emphasized that while nodding towards the undergarments.

After that he pointed over towards an open door and a black room. "That's the shower, towels are in there and watch out, the hot water's really cranked up." For someone who usually spent his life in hell... he had to adjust the hot water heater to accommodate for the difference in water temperature... "Just trust me when I say putting it on the coldest temperature will feel really nice."

[Saasha]

Melany laid the coat aside and gently swung her legs over the side of the bed, ignoring the searing pain in her back as she did so. She said nothing at first, not quite sure what to make of this man. The fact that he had helped her did not ease the bit of tension that floated about the room: the incessant thumping in her ears didn't help her mind clear at all either. She eyed him with guarded solemnness. He had saved her certainly, but that did not mean that he could be trusted.

The thought floated through her mind as he handed her the garments. A soft, ghostly hand glided over her shoulder and whispered to her that for now, it was best to obey his request. She did need to clean up after all. If she left like this, there was no telling what kind of attention she would get. She stood and gave a slight half bow, keeping her eyes on his frame. A habit she had long since been taught. "I am afraid that before I do anything, I am going to have to ask you where my blade is." She was not about to take a shower with a total stranger in the next room. Not that her watchful companion couldn't keep an eye on him for her, but she preferred to have her weapon with her anyhow.

[dmc89]

He motioned his head over towards the weapon rack, underneath his mammoth broad sword and twin pistols sat her katana on a rack. "I'm not gonna do anything to you, get over yourself..." He muttered as he returned to his seat staring out of the window. "I'd suggest getting that blood off of you before it's too late."

[Saasha]

Melany was not taken the slightest bit back by his apparent attitude, she was too used to that from the more brash of her group. But that was not to say she wasn't the slightest bit irked by it. Too late? What had he meant by that? She didn't say anything however, she just paced into the room indicated and shut the door behind her. She set the garments down on the sink and reached for the bath tap, heeding his advice and turning it to the lowest setting. While the water temperature adjusted, she shrugged off her tattered and bloodied clothes and let them drop beside the door.

Who was this man? And how had her wounds healed so quickly? She heard a small exhale within her ears and turned to find the source. Discovering that the spirit had yet to make itself seen, she herself gave a sigh and tested the water. Not quite hot enough for her tastes. Then again, it was already steaming on the lowest temperature. She thought this to be curious but pushed the thought aside and turned it up a bit before stepping in. It felt wonderful on her sore muscles and the pressure was perfect, giving her a small massage as she rinsed the blood from her flesh and hair.

But as she reached for the bottle of shampoo in the corner of the shower, images began to play within her mind. They were too sporadic and fast for her to follow them properly, but they seemed to be... of her rescuer? Images of death, pain, and sorrow flashed before her eyes before returning her back to stare at the bottle in her hand. The heck?

When she finished she made sure to rinse the rest of the blood from the tub, leaving none behind- passing the images off as just a side effect of loosing so much blood. She quickly toweled off and put on the clothes he had given her, relieved to find they fit her perfectly and conveniently her style. She took to the sink and took a few moments to realign her tattoo-like choker, thankfully it hadn't been damaged during the skirmish.

She sighed a bit and stretched, refreshed and feeling much better. Still sore but no longer in agony. Too bad that pounding was still there. Melany dropped the bloodied clothes into the trash bin and rehung the towel before she opened the door and returned to the room. "Thank you," was all she said for the moment. What else was there to say. He had saved her life, what else was she supposed to say? Well that part was easy, she must have lost more blood than she thought, "But, who are you?" Her tone held a solemn curiosity and thankfully was no longer hoarse.

[dmc89]

He sighed for a moment, as she spoke up now clean and refreshed. "Name's Tony." he spoke lowly still staring out of the now open window. It had stopped raining and the moonlight was shining through rather nicely... "You?"

[Saasha]

"Melany. Melany Himura." She paused as she took the opportunity to study him a bit more closely, he may not have looked like much, but it was clear to her that he was not one to be messed with. It wasn't the way he spoke, the way he acted, it wasn't even his weapons. It was just him. She paced to the foot of the bed and sat down, her legs still a bit shaky. "I guess this means I owe you, Tony."

Suddenly, the memory of the whole event came rushing back to her. The fire covering the corpse, the clash of her blade on Oda's, the flash and the teleportation, her wounds... What happened back there? "How long was I out for?"

[dmc89]

"About three hours..." He wouldn't look at her face to face. Ranka was right... the first time you feel horrible for doing it... placing the curse on someone, taking away their purity and humanity. He sighed, it was over and done now though... time to break the bad news. "You don't owe me shit, but I got some bad news for you..." He paused pulling out a pack of cigarettes, he had stopped smoking before she came along and he did what he did. Oh well...

He pulled one out and lit it up, blowing the smoke out of the window as he perched himself upon the windowsill. "You're dead, well, kinda...." How to explain this, he groaned a bit before finally shaking he head and looking at her. "You got fucked up, died, I saved you, but you're no longer human." There, long story shortened.

[Saasha]

She simply watched him as he lit up his cigarette, his words flowing through her ears only partway. She heard the words, but the meaning was almost too ridiculous to be true. Sure she had seen bodies rise from tombs, ghosts floating about a haunted room, but... No, no this couldn't be true. She watched him for a bit longer, but her eyes were not looking at him per say. True she had been close to death- wait. Three hours? And her wounds had already healed to the point where they were no longer there?

She stretched out her left arm to it's fullest extent before bringing it far over her head and letting it drop again. No more soreness. Had she really died? Melany closed her eyes and reached out with her thoughts to her companion, hesitant to ask the question that burned her mind. It is true? A cool breeze that only she could feel brushed her skin. It was all the answer she needed. Mel clasped her hands at her collarbones and rested her index fingers on her lips in somber thought. Finally, she opened her eyes and let her gaze settle piercingly on his face."How?"

[dmc89]

"My blood," He didn't miss a beat before he took another inhale from his cigarette. "You're not dead per-say... you're just something other than human now." He took a small moment adjusting his sights to back out of the window. "In you now runs the bloodlines of the Legendary Dark Knight, and the No Life King."

[Saasha]

"That would imply that you are not human yourself." The names meant nothing to her, but that was a topic that could be touched on later. "Then that begs the question. Why bother with someone who was already dead? Why would you do something that would put you through pain?" The question was asked flat toned. But it was obvious that she was a bit puzzled by this.

[dmc89]

His retort came out with a huff and was about as cold as his soul used to be. "Because I've seen enough innocence die in my time." He inhaled his cigarette before tossing out of the window and turning to face her, now on his feet. "If you don't wanna still be alive then fine. I can rectify this problem real quick."

[Saasha]

A smile crossed her slender features, "Now then, I didn't say that. If anything you have helped me. If I had died back there, then a lot of people very close to me would've have been far worse then dead. You have given me and them a second chance. Gotta love curses, eh?" She laughed lightly and stood from her seat, crossing the room she took her katana from the rack. "Again, owe you." She popped it open deftly with her thumb to inspect the blade and sighed lightly in relief, no more scratches than were already there to begin with.

She twisted the blade back and forth a few times to let it catch the moonlight, basking in it's cool glow. Finally, she turned it in front of her vision to catch his reflection in the steel. "So if I am not human anymore, then what am I? Something similar to you I am assuming."

[dmc89]

He sighed, shoulders slumping before he turned back out towards the window. "Vampire, Demon. Long story... you should be getting the memories in the upcoming days so I'll let those tell the story." He walked over to the night stand on the other side of the bed picking up her cell phone and tossing it to her. "I already programmed my number in it, and vice versa." He said before grabbing his coat and slinging it back onto his shoulders, "Keep in contact, but you're free to come and go as you please till you get your shit straight."

He began to walk out of the door, "Don't follow me, I've got work to do. Feel free to catch some more sleep if you feel like it." He spoke before leaving and closing the door behind him.