So Bloody Hungry (possibly pg-13 XD)

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PFIFER

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Two hours. Two. Bloody. Hours he had been sitting alone, waiting for Viki to return with his meal. Two hours he had forced himself to sit on his hands as the urge to kill clouded his thoughts, the smell of imaginary blood surging through his senses and driving him nearly mad. She knew how damn hungry he was. How could she not? His ticks always went wild whenever his stomach went empty. No one could help but notice that, not even one so self-absorbed as Viki.

"I know what's she's doing, I do! She's keeping me from my meal... Keeping me from it on purpose! On purpose! Trying to test my self-control... Well, I say, BAH to her! BAH! Curse that wiry wench.. She'll get hers..,"he shouted to himself, trying to contain his rage as his head spasmed from side to side, his eyes narrowing and blinking furiously without any sense of control. Pfifer's hands curled and writhed, the itching and desire getting beneath his skin.

He gritted his teeth, which were growing sharper and more deadly by the second. She would pay. One way or another, that he was sure of. Pfifer chortled a deep, gruff laugh, thinking of all the glorious possibilities. He got up and began to pace, his wide grin twitching at the edges with excitement and anticipation for her final arrival. Sure, she may be a bit bruised and useless for a while, but it would all pay off. She would learn to take him seriously, for his threats were never empty.

Ah, the smell of her untouched, untainted blood.. Well, except perhaps the slight aftertaste of ash from all those darned cigars.. Trickling slowly and satisfyingly onto his tongue..

Oh, yes. Tonight she would get hers.

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juliette

She walked through her perfect world, perfect for her anyways. No annoying birds chirping. No one getting in her way. This type of world only existed when she made it, her a realm. And it took a whole lot of energy out of her to make realms. With her five tails swishing side to side, she sighed. There wasn’t any way she could stay here forever. Though it had felt like she had been here for days, in reality, it was only hours. Juliette took a deep breath and closed the realm, leaving her standing at the edge of a forest.

She knew this place quite well. It was Joker territory, but it also leads into Bronze City. Her ice blue eyes flared as she trotted down a hill towards the bridge. Juliette found a secluded area, or so she thought. She began to practice making illusions, at the moment she was doing an illusion of a flaming bird, perhaps a phoenix. Just as she was about to make it move, her concentration was broken. She wanted to see who, or what, it was that had interrupted her.

In her kitsune form, she peeked around the bridge and saw someone. From their appearance, she guessed it was a vampire- or a very disgruntled hobo. He was pretty odd, you could say. A sudden thought made her smile. He had interrupted her, so she would practice her illusions with him.

Juliette decided to attempt to trick him. Perhaps it would work, with him being hungry. People, or vampires in his case, could go to extreme measures to get what they want. In her mind, she visualized a beautiful young woman in slightly tattered clothes.

Smiling, she made the girl move towards the vampire. She had a very confused look on her face. And best of all, she didn’t look at the man.

._. I posted. Hope you don’t mind. xD
_{please take the bait… please take the bait…}
Hmm, the wind does appear to be quite loud today.

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PFIFER

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Blood. Skin. Blood. Food. BLOOD!

He had spotted his prey. She was a little skinny for his tastes, but it would just have to do until his next more thick-skinned victim returned from her wanderings. Pfifer cocked his head to the side, jutting it out and baring his teeth like a vampiric rooster, attempting to assert his dominance. With his hands curled at his sides in a vicious convulsion he rose steadily from the stalks of weeds and approached the little naive harlot, stalking like a hyena, seeing as he was laughing maniacally to himself the whole time.

Pfifer ran his blood-stained tongue over his lips and his eyes widened as the smell grew ever stronger. "You're going to be quite the tasty thing, aren't you?" he snickered.

A rustle from behind him made him flinch and he froze like a psychotic statue, a look of pure insanity locked onto his face. Just... Don't.. Move.. he thought to himself.

His shoulder began to twinge uncontrollably, but he remained completely silent. That is, until he got so tired of just standing around.

"AH, THE HELL WITH IT!" he caterwauled and lunged full force at the girl, still laughing and cackling maniacally with absolute glee. Just as he could almost feel her skin beneath her teeth, he reached out and grabbed with his fists to grasp...

Air.


Empty. Fresh. Non-edible. AIR.

In a furious rage he whipped around and saw what he thought to be the girl just staring right at him, and with a bloodcurdling battlecry Pfifer threw himself at her and clawed and gnashed at her face, her arms, her legs.

"...Nnngh. Nnnn!! GRAHHHHH!!!" he screeched, flailing his hands out at her but feeling nothing between his fingers.

Panting and out of breath, he fell to his knees and raised his fists up to the heavens. "WHY ME, MOTHER MARY!? I'VE NEVER EATEN A PROTESTANT IN MY LIFE! ...Well, my afterlife maybe, BUT STILL! ..Bah!" His arms crashed back to his side as he rose and spat at what he had thought would be quite a satisfying meal, stalking off and muttering incoherently here and there.

"Maybe I'll just find a fat squirrel to gorge on... Damn that clart-for-brains, good for nothing woman!" His eye twitched furiously with his rage. Just as he was about to go off in search of fodder, the breeze caught, and the delectable smell of flesh wafted past his nostrils. Pfifer inhaled deeply, cringing with satisfaction. Crouching down once again, he moved with inhuman speed through the underbrush, feeling his eyes and body temperature already beginning to morph.

"Come out, come out, you little bastard.. I only want to play some games..." he cooed, shaking his head this way and that. He raised his head to the skies and sniffed repeatedly, practically tasting the warm blood. Someone was here, and it was someone he certainly wanted to meet.

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juliette

Juliette was close to tears, trying to hold in her laughing. In her kitsune form, though, it'd just come out as a weird sound. But anyways, she was both entertained and completely disgusted by this... creature.

Once he had finished, she made the girl laugh, then disappear. She thought about putting him in a realm- but hey, that wouldn't be fair, now would it? Juliette pawed at the ground, her five tails swaying all at once. If she had been in her human form, you'd have seen an almost evil grin in her face. So he wants to play games, hmm? Juliette thought.

She thought of herself and a sketchy-looking young man. This was getting easier for her... and so much more fun. Juliette made her human self illusion walk out into the open, so the vampire could see her.

"Hey there, weirdo. I'm Juliette. If you want, you can call me Julie. I don't really care. Anyways, you wanna play games? I've thought of one." The illusion of herself said. She paused and smiled at him before continuing.

"What you have to do is find out who's tricking you. Should be pretty easy. Here's your choices. This man, me, or this animal."

When she made the illusion say "man", she had a man in black clothing come out. You could see a gun sticking out obviously from his pocket. And the animal? Juliette herself, yes, kitsune form, walked out. Her cold blue eyes shone as they hit the light and her head turned to stare into Pfifer's eyes, directly.

"Make your choice." The man and woman illusions said in unison. Juliette sat down.

<sub>do whatever you want. i really don't care who you choose xDD

and god. my post SUCKS compared to yours!!</sub>

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PFIFER

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"This man, me, or this animal."

Pfifer wanted to slap that sly little trickster-y looks off all of their faces. If they actually had faces. But he knew this time, this final act of mockery, he could not fail. Not for a matter of pride, seeing as the voices that he had named Gregory and Smirnoff told him that pride was the best way to lose your food. Ah, food. What a lovely ring that word had to it. And now, standing in front of him, were three tantalizing tasties just waiting to be devoured.

His eyes as wide as dinner plates looked over the three of them, the drool nearly dripping out of his mouth. Now, he was never one for the blood of a dirty male, nonetheless one who was staring him down like at any moment he was going to whip out a stake. Pfifer could practically feel the sun drifting downward behind him as dusk overtook the sky. All the better, he thought to himself. Humans became ridiculously clumsy and disoriented when night took over. Poor saps. Just another reason why they were the picture-perfect victim for a feeding fellow like himself.

Twiddling his fingers, he lowered into a hunting crouch and bared his teeth, searching for any signs of true fear. Of course, the pompous heat-packer's face remained a slab of stone; he probably tasted like ashes and gunpowder anyway. His eyes flicked between the beastie to his left and the oh-so-smug little gal to his right. Decisions, decisions.

Humans.. Weak little piles o' bones they are.. he considered whilst looking her over. As his shoulders rolled in anticipation he cocked his head and gazed with deep interest at the mutant-wolfie-creature. I could use a little mutant blood in the ol' stones.. Always fun to experiment, he thought with a grin creeping across his face. Lurking forward the twisted smile widened and widened until his blood-stained tongue was protruding from his yellowing fangs.

"Congratulations, beastie. You have been selected," he croaked, his eyes flicking a mile a minute. Within an instant he was trotting, then running, sprinting, cantering, flinging himself at the supposedly radioactive little canine.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" he laughed maniacally, flinging his arms in the air as he charged, his teeth already aiming for the fattiest part of its pelt.

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juliette

As the waited for the vampire to choose, she wondered who he would pick. She didn't actually think she would pick her. So when he lunged at her, she was shocked.

No, no, no, no, NO! You weren't supposed to pick me! You idiot! Ugh! Juliette screamed, but it only came out as a growl. At the last second, she jumped to the side and aimed a lightning bolt to where she had just been standing, as a warning.

I wish I could talk! I'd tell him how disgusting he his. Even though it's quite entertaining. Juliette knew she couldn't just keep dodging, she'd get tired or would slip up sometime. With her anger, her eyes flashed. They were easing into to red, with the coming night. Right now, they were a violet-red. But enough about her eyes.

She was wondering whether or not she should change back into her human form. Though she was great at martial arts, her fire and lightning bolts were only sparks and shocks. She was stronger than a human, but not quite as much as a vampire. But hey, why not? If she got into trouble, she could get out of it-- probably.

Making up her mind, she quickly phased to her human form. Her brunette hair moved with her wind and her caramel highlights were barely visible in the dusk. She wore a tank top and a vest with shorts, something unusual for a woman to wear these days. It was easiest for her, since she got into fights a lot.

"You psychotic imbecile! You weren't supposed to pick me!" Juliette hissed, furious.

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PFIFER

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"You psychotic imbecile! You weren't supposed to pick me!"


Pfifer just shook with laughter, obviously enjoying her enraged response. He wondered how rich he would be if he had a shilling for every time someone referred to him as insane, crazy, psychotic, or something of the like. Probably rich enough to throw together his own half-assed army and take down that pompous magic man the Black Wizard. Yes, he would rather enjoy that. Sadly, the main prize's blood would most likely go to waste, since he was never one for mage's blood. It was far too sickly-sweet and gave him a migrane more than once. That, and Gregory would be yapping in his ears all damn night.

Licking his razor-sharp, yellowy chops, he came to a halt just two feet from her little beastie-neck, not yet done playing with his food. As she shifted from mutant creature to petite little thing, he was completely unfazed. As far as he was concerned, she was making this far less entertaining.

Pfifer swiveled his neck in a complete circle, sighing with relief as it cracked grotesquely. "So... How do you like your liver?" he snorted, eyeing her stomach area with very deep interest.

"I prefer mine raw, pink, and bloody," Pfifer snarled with amusement. He would give her a reason to be furious, oh yes he would! Not able to stand this witty banter any longer, he charged forward and craned his mouth open, revealing all four of his undead, canine-like fangs. Within a single bound Pfifer was on top of her, crashing down and landing right on her back like a bull rider. He gripped his two grimy hands on her side so tightly that any amount of movement could rip the girlie's sides open like a can of sardines.

Mmmm. Sardines.

Just as he was about to take a big ol' chunk out of her fleshie face, something made him jolt back with disgust. He took in a deep breath and recoiled with an ugly grimace.

God's wounds, did she stink!

It was almost enough to make him leap off and go stalking off in search of another victim, but he wasn't insane enough to know what a marvelous opportunity had been thrown right in front of him on a freaking silver platter. No, he would master the stench, much like he had mastered Viki's.

But heavens, it was foul.

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juliette

Juliette watched him closely, getting ready to dodge whatever he had for her. She grimaced as he liked thought disgusting tusks of his. Of all vampires, she'd never seen one like this. It wasn't just a vampire, it was a freaking child of the devil. Juliette had a decent vampire friend, Isabella. Isabella, being a lover of animals, nursed Juliette back to health when she had gotten stuck in a stupid fox trap.

Deep in her thoughts, she was completely unaware of the vampire lunging at her. When she noticed him, it was too late to move. He grabbed her so tightly that her vision was blurred. It was when he almost bit her that she freaked. She knew only one way that she could get herself out of this situation without him being aware of what she was doing.

Juliette took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Concentrating hard, she imagined fire surrounding her body, burning the idiot's hands and anything else that was touching her. Juliette felt herself grow hot and was aware of her eyes turning ice blue, as they did when she used her power. Then, with a burst of energy, a ring of fire surrounded her. She felt it grow hotter, to a white color. It wasn't hurting her at all.

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PFIFER

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Just as Pfifer was about to chow down on this mutant-beastie morsel he had so luckily tripped upon, all of a sudden, his tongue felt like it was being burned like a little round sausage.

Mmm. Sausage.

He shook his head to rid himself of the meaty goodness of mortal food, trying to focus on the curiousity at hand. His eyes crossed as he glanced at his tongue, realizing the orange and red flames dancing jubilantly upon its surface. His crazed eyes widened in panic as he glanced at his stone-cold hands, only to find them engulfed in the same bloody flames!

With a shriek of panic, he flung himself off of the wench and thrashed around, screaming and cursing and hollering like a creature of Hell. He slammed his hands against the grassy ground as his skin began to crumble like charcoal. As the fire slowly subdued, the smell of burning items was still in the air, a smell he had rather enjoyed as a human. Looking down, he realized the fire had passed on to the dry and limp grass and was spreading like, well, like a wildfire.

He bared his crooked teeth in a twisted grin and stuck his tongue out at the cheeky little mutant thing, although he had to admit it was going to be rather difficult doing much of anything until Viki put his fingers back together. The little smart-arse's neat magic trick wasn't helping the rather unfortunate situation. Her white bursts only intensified the spread of the enchanted flames, making Pfifer cackle with joy at her predicament. He could easily run away, although that would mean giving up his only chance at a decent meal for the night away. Decisions, decisions.

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