Laurette stopped, walking up to him. She found this small exchange rather amusing herself. She grinned, making herself look like a mixture of playful and sinister. "How do you know I'm not just screwing with you? Making you think I was human? What if I spared Jake because I wanted to go after somebody.. Worthy?" She said, putting a finger to her lips.

He smirked, leaning down a little for her not to strain herself. "Ah? And have you found the worthy contestant?" he asked, his eyes staring at her own in question. He could easily solve this game, but it was amusing, and provided distraction. He raised an eyebrow, keeping the smirk in place. "And, how do you know I myself am not a creature?" he asked, making it sound slightly playful.

She tilted her head up, looking thoughtful for a second. "I think I might have found a worthy contestant," She said playfully, "But ah, what a shame it would be if I killed him." She admired his clever remarks, and there was a dangerous glint in his eyes that she was strangely attracted to. The faint smell of blood still lingered in the air, but she made herself ignore it. "Well," She answered, "I wouldn't doubt that. You aren't like any other human I've ever met."

"You have? And who might it be? Why should you kill this contestant if you find the exit?" he asked, smirking. He laughed though a moment later, due to her answer. It wasn't a cold one, like his usual laughs, but more amused. He was the same as he was before he'd died. Though he had gotten a bit more cunning and bloodthirsty. Right now, he was actually surprised with himself that he hadn't killed the girl. Kisha and him had agreed to save her for last though. "Am I now? So, shouldn't you be afraid of getting killed?" he asked, raising his other eyebrow.

Laurette thought about it for a second, tilting her head down, and her mouth curled up into a smirk that almost seemed like she was hiding something. After a few seconds, she lifted her head up again and looked at him straight in the eyes. A small light hit her eyes for just a second, making them glow a yellow color. "No." She said calmly, as if he had asked her a simple yes or no question rather than a question about her own life. "No. I am not."

Mason felt acid raise in his throat, and his eyes began to water. His fists clenched, and then released in a defeated manner. Mason turned on his heel quickly, hiding his tears from Airx. "Goodbye Katie, Jake let's go," Mason said sadly and began walking out the door. He opened it wide and stepped out, looking at the ceiling remorsefully.
((sorry it's so short, being rushed to get off))

Damien raised an eyebrow, looking surprised. She wasn't afraid of him, of the chance of him being one of the people who were supposed to kill the others. "You're not?" he asked. She mustn't believe that he really could kill her any moment. "Why not?" he asked, confused.

"Because," She started, "I'm not afraid of a little challenge." Laurette looked down at the hole for a second, hearing the sound of footsteps, but quickly looked away. She looked up at him again, her eyes locked on to his once more. "Are you?"

Damien smirked, ignoring the footsteps. Probably one of the other contestants running from the others. The girl was really something else. "Always." he said. "Just know what's at stake." he said, wondering if she truly did know if he was a hunter or not. What was at stake was nothing for him, but most likely everything for her. She might not know that though.

Laurette nodded, backing away from him a little. She grabbed the collar of her coat with both hands, opening it to reveal her neck. A strange coldness entered her body, and she never noticed how chilly it was in the house. She grabbed a knife out of a pocket on the inside of her coat, and held it up to her neck. "I know." She said, making a small cut with the knife. Blood began dripping down her neck, and the smell was strong. She looked at him, smirking.

Damien's eyes widened as he caught the whiff of her blood. Gripping his hands as he forced himself not to step back from her. She knew. Or she was very stupid. He snorted before making a face, narrowing his eyes at her. "Why the hell did you cut yourself?" he asked, his tone obviously annoyed. He tried not to give anything away, forcing himself not to back away, or grab her.

Laurette took one step closer to him. "My guess was right." She said, noticing how he had gotten tense. She put one hand over the cut. It didn't hurt, but it did sting a little. She looked up at him again, and her smirk faded. "Like I said, you are unlike any other human I've ever met. You didn't fall into the trap, you said so yourself. Also, you can't control yourself near the smell of blood. You want to kill me right now, don't you?" She spoke calmly, and she didn't even feel anger or hatred towards him. She simply stood there, her eyes challenging his.

(Had to make this a little interesting. ;P )

Damien growled a little, glaring at her and not moving back. The brat actually figured it out. He stopped glaring at her though before he smirked, running a hand over his face. "smart child." he muttered, figuring there was nothing to lose. Though he was curious. She wasn't attacking, or pleading for her life. She didn't even look phased. "You know, I could be just squeamish of blood, have light feet, and I can always be a different type of human." he said, leaning down a little. "I can kill you right now though."

( lol It is. <3 We needed it. XD; )

"I considered those options," She said, the blood leaving a stain on her white coat, "But you're not stupid. You acted stupid, but I could tell that you were in control the whole time. You knew exactly what you were doing." When he leaned down, she smiled a little and walked closer to him. They were a few inches away from each other as she looked up at him. Her voice was soft, and a little sinister. She spoke calmly, and ignored the way he seemed to be looking at her. "Do it."

(Inteeense! -grabs popcorn-.)

He scowled at her, his eyes flashing somewhat dangerously as they stared at each other. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He hated it. She was supposed to plead for her life. Or if anything fight for it. Not willingly give it up. He grabbed her neck, gripping it lightly, holding himself back. Why? He wanted answers. "If you knew I wasn't alive, why did you step in front of the trap? Or did you just figure it out now?" he asked, not yet adding much pressure. It was getting harder to resist the scent. Damien let go, his hand a little bloody from the cut. He licked it, still eying her as he smirked. The blood was sweet. "You want to die?" he asked, cocking his head to the left.

( *offers a drink* Nya? o.o *sits down sipping one of her own* )

She tensed a little as he grabbed her, but she didn't show any fear. When he let go, she brushed herself off a little. "I didn't want to try anything before I was sure. That would be silly." She responded, smirking a little. She watched as he licked her blood, and she shook her head. "I have no wish to die. Of course, I have no reason to live either. That doesn't mean I won't go down without a fight." She giggled a little, shifting from serious to playful. "Besides, it was fun giving you a little taste."

(-Chokes on popcorn- Yes, please. Dx )

He rolled his eyes, dropping his hand down, though he didn't move from where he was. "Well. By all means. Fight, I don't like an easy meal." he muttered, shaking his head before looking back down at her, raising an eyebrow. "And still you don't fear me. Weirdo." he said, leaning in a little more. "You know, it's bad to give a hunter a taste of your blood." he stated, smirking. Though he wasn't joking. They could follow you until you die. Since they did get addicted, wanting more of it. Luckily, he wasn't as rabid, but he did need food. Soon.

( *thrusts drink in hand patting back* Liiiiiiive!! Dun die! )

Laurette shrugged a little. "It's too late now. Just one thing, though.. Why are you here?" She clasped her hands behind her back, and looked up at him a little curiously, her voice calm again. "Why are you hunters so intent on killing us humans? Is it for fun? Do you need it to live?" She smirked a little. Why wasn't she afraid of him? She didn't feel afraid, it almost felt like she expected this to happen.

(I'll tryy! D; )

Damien scoffed, straightening back up. The girl was crazy. That's what he'd concluded. At her question, he narrowed his eyes at her before shaking his head. He started walking again, grabbing her wrist so she'd follow. If they were going to talk about this. Might as well make it private, and away from the hole. He opened a door, ignoring the knife that went into his shoulder. "Well, that's complicated." he muttered, shaking his head as he took the knife out. There wasn't any blood on it as he chucked it behind, sticking to the door. "We get hungry around this time. We're bent on killing, to get food. All contestants do this, all dead ones." he said, closing the door behind them.

Laurette glanced at his shoulder. Interesting. No blood, no anything. She looked back up at him, tilting her head to the side. She didn't seem to be bothered too much by the fact that he was grabbing her wrist. For now, she only wanted an explanation. "Of course. You were a contestant in the past, right?" She stayed close to him, but not too close, to avoid setting off any traps. "But you seem to be very good at controlling yourself. I mean, you haven't killed me yet. It's not like you need me or anything, I'm just some crazy chick who has a death wish." As she said this, she smirked a little.

Damien smirked shrugging. "I've been here for far too long." he said, sitting down on one of the chairs, letting her go. "Yes, I was a contestant. And apparently, doomed to be here forever." he said, the last part muttered. He leaned his head back before glancing at her. "I decided to leave you, for the end." he stated. "so, lucky you, nobody else gets to touch you.Though, it Is very tempting to kill you right now."

Laurette chuckled a little and pulled up a chair in front of him, sitting down with her hands in her lap. Her feet swung in the air, not touching the ground, and she looked a bit childish next to him. She thought about everything he said for a second, and then looked up at him. "Well then, I should be happy that you haven't. Or else we wouldn't be having this nice chat." She said, winking a little. "Is there any way you can escape this place?"

He scoffed, making a face. If this was called a nice chat. "Well, you die, and then hope that you can leave this hole the next year or something. Or, find an exit. I know a couple." he said, having found them. There was the one that he had found when he was alive, and the others when he was exploring the place when he was dead and had nothing better to do. "Full of traps, and besides, why would I tell you where they are?" he asked, smirking.

Laurette made a face at him, "I meant you, silly. The hunters. You said you were trapped here, didn't you?" She thought about what he had said about exits, but she wasn't sure she wanted to leave just yet. This was the most fun she'd had in a long time.

"Oh." Well, that made me feel silly alright. He looked up at the ceiling, at the dark stains up there. He nodded a moment later. "There are ways. Though, I haven't quite figured it out. Since there's always a game every year, there's usually many hunters. There's only three hunters right now. They come and go." he said, not giving any names out. "I'm the only one who hasn't been able to leave, thus, I'm trapped." he said, having gotten used to it. It didn't mean he wouldn't hesitate to get out of this place. He suspected the other two might be able to leave one of these days. Or years. They always did eventually. They were replaced by the newer hunters.