A hunter with a disease in her blood and a vampire with a healing in his, neither explainable. One healthy while the other slowly dies from the inside out. She goes to him with a proposition. His blood to temporarily heal her and her own as a source of willing food.

But while they negotiate this erstwhile relationship, a war rages between the three races: Human, Werewolf and Vampire.

Profile One:

UN: Feigning_Innocence
Name: C. Parrish Conan
[b]Age:[/]b 24
Sex: Female
Appearance: 5'4 with an athletes build, Parrish keeps herself in shape as much as possible, though it gets harder as the sickness progresses. Long black hair that much to her annoyance is straight as a stick and pale gray eyes that are emphasized by her pale skin, more pale than normal because of the cancer.

History: An active child in a family that was active in human rights and none other, she was raised from the cradle to despise anything un-human though she wasn't quite as undiscriminating as her parents were. As long as the person, wolf, human or vampire, wasn't hurting another, directly or indirectly, she didn't particularly care. But that all changed when a group of killers of all three races ran rampart in her city, taking the life of her younger sister and another of her best friends, as well as several other victims in the city, before they were stopped.

No one was surprised when she decided to train to become a hunter, especially when word got out that several of the murderers had escaped and were currently on the run. She was 20 before her parents deemed her trained/skilled enough to leave on her own to hunt them down and by then they'd spread all over the country. It took her three years before she found them and one by one killed them.

After, she returned to the relative normalcy of her regular life but within a month she was bored and left again to return to what had been one of her favorite stops on the three year quest for her sisters killers. New York.

Five months ago she was diagnosed with cancer after passing out at a party with a group of other hunters prowling for a good target and since then, her body had deteriorated depressingly fast. Desperate at this point and eager to live, Parrish has set aside everything she's fought against the past several years in search of the vampire that's rumored to have a healing blood.

((Sorry everything is so short. I'll likely add a lot more detail in the next few days but I'll go ahead and get a post out tomorrow.

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Wavikz's Character(s):

The Vampire
Name: Sir Arthur deGrey
Age: Twenty-seven
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Height: Six foot one inch
Weight: A little over one-hundred forty-five

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The Hunter

It was a good night; she moved easily with the beat of the music, rubbing her hips against the male behind her. She was fine when he set his hands on her waist, attempting to move with her to the pulsing hip-hop. She was fine when he pulled her closer to him and set his chin on her shoulder. But the moment he moved those hands and attempted to fondle her breast, she pulled away from him, a sneer on her pink painted lips. She took a step away from him, intent on finding a different dance partner or leaving the stage altogether, anything to keep her cover. Before she could get that far away, he'd wrapped his fingers firmly around her upper arm and tugged her back in front of him.

Snarling, Parrish yanked her arm out of his hand and stepped away from him. "What do you think you're doing?!"

The man glared at her and before she could stop him jerked them both through a bright light and then into a dark corner. The light revealed dark hair and even darker eyes and skin as pale as alabaster. And fangs poking out over a thin lip. At that sight she let herself relax almost immediately and smiled up at him, as if she appreciated the show of aggression. He smiled at that and pulled her closer, dragging her into an empty booth with black, sheer curtains and into his lap. He wrapped his hand firmly around the back of her neck and dragged her forward as she straddled him then kissed her. While he held her close with one hand he slid his other up her bare thigh to grope her.

It was easy to pretend he was having an effect on her while at the same time eager to get home and wipe his touch off of her. Parrish smirked against his lips when he groped her, pretending that's where she had wanted this encounter to lead in the first place and let out a small contented sigh. When he started to trail kisses down her chin and nuzzled against her neck, she waited for the first soft scrape of teeth. Another smirk formed when he did scrape his fangs against her neck and she made herself shudder. "Hey, no biting," she whispered, adding a teasing, scared tone to her voice even as she struggled to keep the disgust to hreself

"It won't hurt," he promised. Inwardly she had to give him props; if she'd been a normal human being his voice would have her giddy to the core.

"A-alright," she mumbled and tilted her head to the side, like the bloodletting he though she was, all the while slipping her hand down to her boot and pulling out a thin wooden stake. It was small and easily broken but it would do the job if she could just get the right angle. Closing her eyes, she hugged him closer to her quickly, as if desperate for his attention and leaned forward on her knees in the cushion of the booth. His teeth scrapped against her skin and just as she felt him open his mouth wider to pierce her throat.

But he was smarter than she'd given him credit for because just as she raised her arm and slammed the stake into his back, he grabbed her arm and tossed her away from him. But it was too late. Even as she slid across the table and slid into the other booth, he was falling sideways, a snarl on his lips as his eyes opened and closed. Bitch...echoed in her mind, thin and weak, but surprising considering he was already dying.

She should have felt something, anything, aside from guilt. He had been a person, no matter what he was born as and something inside of her always shied away from killing; but it was necessary. People like him, the ones who terrorized humans on a daily basis, didn't deserve to live. And he had lied to her, though she knew he hadn't recognized her for what she was. Slowly, she reached up to pull the hat off her head and the green contacts out of her eyes, discarding the hat and slipping the color contacts into her pocket to throw away later. Moving to slid out of the booth, her feet touched the ground even as a sharp pain resounded in her abdomen. Instinctively she moved an arm to wrap around herself and just as quickly dropped it, unwilling to show weakness in a place where she could be easily out numbered. Still, she kept one hand on the corner of the booth until she was steady and when she was, Parrish moved slowly across the room towards the door.

He wasn't here. Of course, she'd known he wouldn't be the moment she walked into the room. Hell, she didn't know if he was even real; for all the hunter knew, she was chasing a wild goose. Still, she wouldn't stop searching until she knew for sure. Sighing, she pushed through the door and left the club, turning in the direction of home.