Returning (open)

[Vancha Ayris]

Vancha came through the door caked in mud and blood, some his own.
He walked over to the chair and collapsed. A year on chasing a rouge Vampire takes it out of you.

[Zane]

Zane knew it was stupid to even be here, but the constant insomnia was beginning to take its toll. The blond wereleopard padded bare foot through the Vampire Hall, completely silent but for the loud thumping of his heart in his chest.
If his Master was here... he shuddered to think. But he couldn't really be here, could he? So what, he knew where Zane was now, but he couldn't actually get to him surely? Besides, Aidrean had promised he'd protect him...
...Not that Zane would drag anyone else down with him. If He was here, then Zane would go with him. It might have been selfless, were it not so resigned. Zane knew that his Master would catch up with him sooner or later, and the longer it took, the more likey He'd be to harm the Pard, and Marcello, and Aidrean, and all of his friends.
Zane didn't want them to come to harm because of him. If that was the case, then he'd gladly go to his Master. Hey, maybe Zane would even be able to persuade Him not to kill him! Perhaps if he promised, let himself be truly marked...?
It made his head hurt to think about, but he wasn't getting any sleep from the worry that his Master may be here. Zane knew he wasn't in the Vampire Hall (he'd checked there already) so Vampire Mountain was the only place left in this state that he could be.... And if he wasn't here, then Zane was safe for a while longer.
The lycanthrope slipped down another dark corridor, ears straining to hear any noise. He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a vampire enter through the door. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled uncomfortably, and he suddenly felt cold as he watched from the shadows, until he saw the vampire drop onto a sofa. He caught sight of white blond hair, and relaxed. It couldn't possibly be his Master!
And as long as the vampire on the sofa was the only one here, then Zane was safe. That package had just been sent to scare him, probably in the hope that he'd come running back to him.
Zane turned to slip back the way he'd come, through a window, when a lose thread trailing from his jeans caught on something on the wall. In the echoeing silence of the hall, the ripping sound the knee of his jeans made was frighteningly loud.
"Crap" he breathed, not sure what to do. It was probably too late to run now, wasn't it?...

[Zane]

[[Sorry that thread is so long, btw. I was just bored ^-^]]

[Vancha Ayris]

Vancha jumped up.
"What the hell..." He un-sheathed his sword and yelled
"Come out, reveal yourself!"

[Zane]

Oh yeah, it was definately too late to run now he realised as he turned and saw the vampire jumping out of his seat and pulling out a sword. A sword?! Ok, so Zane was a known vampire hater, trespassing on vampire property, but surely Vancha wouldn't stab him, would he?
But he couldn't just stay here, standing in the shadows and hoping not to get caught all night could he? No. Maybe he'd better do what he was told and reveal himself...
Reaching down and unhooking the ripped knee of his jeans from whatever the hell it was it'd got hooked on, he freed himself and stepped forward out of the shadows, feet making a soft padding noise on the bare stone of the floor.
"I'd appreciate it if you put the sword away." he said calmly, eyes flitting over Vancha. Nope, definately not his Master, thank Gawd. "I didn't mean any harm.."

[Vancha Ayris]

Vancha slowly walked towards the person. Studied him.
The without warning swung the sword ery close to his face to see a reaction.

[Zane]

Zane stood perfectly stillas Vancha studied him, his own eyes guarded. He didn't trust vampires... And he remembered why when Vancha suddenly swung the sword at him. "What is it with vampires and mind games?" he snarled, automatically taking a step back, moving with the inhuman speed lycanthropes were capable of, his hand flying out to grab Vancha's wrist.

[Vancha Ayris]

Vancha twisted his hand. Dropped to the floor, rolled, jumped up and sheathed his sword.
"I trust you....iif you'd have wanted to kill me you'd have done so already!"

[Zane]

He blinked, obviously suprised by that answer. How could you trust someone you'd just met?... Though he did have a point. If Zane had been the type of person who went round killing random vampires, he'd have shot the vampire whilst he sat on the sofa, with one of those silver bullets filled with burning chemicals.
"I just came to... I was, uh, looking for someone, but they're not here" he explained after a thoughtful pause, deciding that admitting that much wouldn't kill him. Besides, he really wanted to make it clear that he wasn't here to kill anyone @_@

[Vancha Ayris]

Vancha listened intently.
"Your heart rate and pulse increase by a lot, your lieing...why are you here?"

[Zane]

"I'm not lying!" he said, eyebrows snapping down in a line over the bridge of his nose in an irritated frown. "I was looking for someone, a vampire; but he's not here" he repeated, leaning back against the wall with a casual grace that lycanthropes found so easy. "So don't flatter yourself. I didn't come here for the company... Who are you, anyway?" he asked, knowing it probably sounded rude, but he was irritated and he couldn't help himself.

[Vancha Ayris]

"Vancha, Vampire Prince! And noone talks to me like that Lycan! Who are you?" He said gripping his sword tighter, getting stressed.

[Zane]

"Vampire Prince? I didn't know there was any such thing" he said coolly, tempted to pretend to examine his nails just to be annoying, but not wanting to do anything as foolish as take his eyes off the vampire. "I'm Zane; Nimir-Raj to the wereleopards, and I'll talk to you however I like." he said, still keeping the cool tone. He didn't like announcing he was Nimir-Raj like that. It sounded kind of pompous, but who was he to worry about sounding big-headed when he was in the presence of the self-declared Vampire Prince?...
And speaking of the vampire prince, Zane noticed the way his hand tightened on the hilt of the sword. His eyes lingered on it for a second before staring back at Vancha's face. "... Would you really kill me just because I wasn't very polite?" he asked, sounding almost suprised.