"Not a bit," Chrys said, shaking his head. All I know is the folklore of my own kind. You'll have to forgive my ignorance. I haven't yet delved into the stories of other races."

"Mm. It doesn't matter anyways. They're just silly little legends that no one should believe," he said a little quickly. "I guess you could say that I'm a nasty demon. I had a purpose once and it was stripped away from me. When I thought I had found a new purpose, that was taken from me as well. I feel that purposeless demons without masters to control them are the nastiest demons of them all."

"Do you have a new purpose now that Mona has hired you? Or do you seek to serve better tasks than just pouring drinks and scrubbing floors?" Chrys raised an eyebrow and poised his fingers at his chin ponderously. The deepness of his eyes glimmered as he stared right at Zaitsu, scrutinizing him.

"There's nothing wrong with pouring drinks and scrubbing floors, but your sister is not my master. I've been masterless for a long time, but I still find it nearly impossible to figure out what to do with myself. I'm not an active soldier anymore, it's hard to let go of the behaviors you learned in battle."

"So it's not so much a purpose you seek but someone to give you one. I knew someone like that. So do you think that you'll ever find that person one day? Or have you given up?" He shrugged. "Ah, well, to each his own."

"I'm not sure if I'll ever have someone to give me a purpose," he replied with a soft sigh and a few shakes of his head. "The person I want to give me a purpose won't, and I'm not going to bother looking for anyone else to give me a purpose. If it happens then it happens, but if it doesn't... It just doesn't."

"Well, here's to hoping that you end up where good things find you." Chrys nodded and got to his feet, pacing a bit until he walked up to the stage. "My words as someone much younger than you might not have much weight to them. For I am still young and optimistic. Not well versed in the tragedies of this planet. Perhaps there is still an indulgence for you pleasure out there somewhere."

"I'm afraid to indulge... Move on to the next poison... You know...?" He put his thumb in his mouth, pressing it against one of his upper canines hard enough to draw blood, sucking it from his thumb to sate his craving.

Chrys froze and went rigid as the scent of blood filled the air.
"Yes, I do," he murmured. He turned back towards Zaitsu, his eyes now unnaturally white. The circles of his pupil stretched and contorted until there were black crosses marking his vision. His fangs ground together and he cracked the bones in his neck. "You'll have to forgive me. It's a rather embarrassing trait I inherited." The smirk stretched over his sharpened teeth and he hoisted himself up onto the stage, crunching his hands together.

"What's embarrassing...?" he asked, looking up at him curiously. "I'm not bothering you, am I...?"

Vashtai sat up completely in one fluid movement. She sat there for a while, rubbing out sleep out of habit even though it hadn't been in her eyes in quite a few years time and never would be again. She yawned and as she was doing all these human-like tasks, her processor was already up and running, her internal clock telling her she had slept for almost a full day. Her sensors catching her up on everything that was said and all the movement that was made while she was asleep.

She stretched as her sensors scanned the room to notice that Mona was still away and she was in the room with two strange men. She noted that one of them was Mona's brother, but she didn't ever remember meeting him. Maybe it was when she was Asorin, she didn't know. She walked seemingly sleepily towards the bartop and poured herself a long island iced tea, getting all the measurements perfect without using any kind of measuring device and stumbled back towards the couch she fell asleep on, not saying anything to the men in the room. She didn't want to bother anyone until Mona came back.

There was one thing about the hybrid known as Aurora,and that was that he was extremely curious.Having stumbled across a tavern a few days before and leaving in a slight hurry,he couldnt help but think that maybe the place was somewhere he could let out his true self instead of hiding behind a false skin.Which is why he found his legs carrying him down into the alleyway where ut was located,a slight drizzle slicking back the hair that escaped from under his cap.Pushing the steel door open,the sunlight flashing into the darkness of the stairwell,he let his legs continue their crusade of sorts,not caring that he fell a few times and scratched his knees up.It was a slightly comical entrance once into the main room,the young man falling flat on his face and looking up at the audience."'Ello all!"

"Bothering, no," Chrys said,smiling fakely at Zaitsu, "enticing, yes."

He looked over to Vashtai and upheld the grin, waving to her before she decided to go dormant once again.

"Well, hello there, sir," Chrys said to the man who entered and promptly fell on his face. "The owner isn't present at the moment but might I sate any thirst you have? Just ask, we have everything."

"Umm...how about a towel and a glass of green tea please?"He stood up,a hand cupping his nose to keep blood from falling onto the floor of the place."If I mess the floor up I'll clean it OK?"

"How am I enticing you?" he asked, looking up at Chrys. He looked over at the man with the bleeding nose, not even tempted to help him. That was unusual... He usually felt an urge to help anyone who was nearby and injured. Oh well.

He turned his gaze back over to Chrys.

Chrys rolled his neck again and then exhaled sharply, almost like a hiss.
"Dear Chandra, you all are just begging to be mangled, aren't you?" He snapped his fingers a couple times and the respective items appeared by the newcomer's feet.

He glanced back towards Zaitsu, the white irises practically glowing, they were so bright. "Your blood," he commented, tilting his head to one side. "And not just yours, his too." He made a vague gesture to the other one. "It drives me mad."

There was a harsh sound of Chrys grinding his fangs together as he closed his eyes and slowly shook his head back and forth. "Mona should be back soon, that'll help...." He tried not to breathe.

Round pupils turned slitted, and he watched Chrys closely for a moment before standing, his posture resembling that of a soldier. "I don't mind being devoured, as long as you know how to stop before you take my life."

"See, that's..." Chrys jumped off the stage and landed two feet in front of Zaitsu with his eyes glowing in that unnatural shape and color, "where it gets tricky." He took the short stride to get right up into the man's space and grabbed his shoulder, jerking him forward a bit. "Just scream if it hurts," he growled.

Chrys hissed once and then planted his fangs into Zaitsu's jugular, drawing in a long inhale as if here were breathing for the first time after being submerged for so long. Some inner chaos inside of him purred in pleasure and it shivered up through his spine until it hummed at his tongue while he drank.

It was clear that Zaitsu hadn't been lying about not minding being fed from. The moment Chrys began to drink from his neck, his body, blood, and even his soul seemed to surrender to the vampire at his throat. His eyes slipped closed and he rather enjoyed the feeling of his driving life force being pulled from his body.

It wasn't long before the feeling of joy began to shift inside his body, moving around and changing, like a kitten clumsily jumping about in an attempt to chase a butterfly. A blush formed upon his cheeks, his breathing becoming deeper, a warm tingling sensation forming in the bottom of his extremities and slowly working its way upward.

His eyes slowly opened as he realized what was beginning to happen; it had happened before when he had allowed himself to nourish a vampire. He whimpered quietly, reaching up and pushing Chrys away, even though deep inside he didn't want to. Falling to his knees, he tried not to whimper again; stopping that sensation before it became glorious was physically painful, and now that he could feel the loss of blood, it hurt that much more.

He clamped his hand over the wound in his neck to keep it from bleeding freely all over the place.

Chrys drank. And, surprisingly, a familiar warmth started building in the depths of his insides. Another groan pressed through his biting fangs and he sucked more, a sloppy slurping noise filling his mouth. He clenched his eyes shut and took in one more before Zaitsu shoved him back.

At first, Chrys reacted, strike back towards the bleeding demon. But he stopped, using the momentum to twist himself the other direction. Shaking fingers lifted up to his mouth and he swiped furiously at his mouth, flinging blood away. "You...Zatisu...have a rather gorgeous flavor...."

"Blood is blood," he said through a cringe, his four canines now long and very sharp. "It has no flavor other than the elements that fill the body's veins."

"Things like passion," Chrys mused aloud, still rolling his neck. "Lust...agony...pleasure...lovely things like that. And that's what's so fascinating, Zaitsu." He kept himself facing away, is if it were going to help one way or the other. "Your blood tastes like emotion and that's not a very common occurrence. It's rather marvelous."

"There's nothing marvelous about me, and never fool yourself into thinking otherwise," came an almost bitter reply. "There's nothing special about demons, myself included."

"Imagine eating wheat bread every day," Chrys continued. "And that's all you eat for your entire life. And then imagine that you are one day handed a piece of red velvet cake. That's my life right there, sir. And you are not nearly as plain as you might think you are." He chuckled. "I'm impressed."

"Dear Chandra, Chrys," Mona groaned as she walked down the stairs. "I leave for a little bit and you've already gone nuts." She shook her head and puffed out a cloud of grayish smoke. "You okay over there, Zaitsu?"

"I'm fine," he said, shaking a little as he got to his feet. "I'm going to go clean myself up a bit, then I'll work on cleaning the kitchen." He sighed and headed back to his room to change his clothes, clean the blood from his neck and bandage the wound the vampire had left.