Two Lives and a Fiend (Sabre&Daven)

Bastion.

He hadn't been here since... Well, what good would it do to remember then? Adrien was a completely different person now. A slow, sick smile spread across his lips. Bare feet padded the street, feeling the faint prick and pokes of debris and rubble. Bastion was always beautiful, so beautiful that it was almost tragic. The fiend was starving. He had purposely avoided his craving until the moon was high enough. The sweet glow of the moonlight added a romantic touch to his feeding, almost as lovely as a first date, though Adrien had spent these past few months feasting on them, rather than the meals. Those poor women...

Their fault for falling so easily for a pretty face.

Sucking in through his nostrils, he took in the filth. The night was at is darkest at this time, and yet the city lights blazed on as beacons, to steer Bastion's citizens to the right path.

Adrien's gait was easy and slow. He stayed close to the shadows, bare feet now moving onto the concrete sidewalk. He might have cut himself, but infections barely affected him. They were only minor nuisances to the fiend, especially with his quick healing. Whispers carried over the wind since winter stole the city this season. Adrien rather liked the cold. He especially liked that the sun set much earlier, allowing him to fully enjoy the night. He was energetic and anticipating tonight's hunt.

It had been a while that he wondered how Daven was doing. Their pact had been forged, but Adrien had.. certain businesses to take care of. An apology was in order, but Adrien didn't think about that yet. He was more focused on the thrill, and what a thrill this would be. He paused during his walk, when he heard a scuffle in the alleyway.

"Please, stop!"

"Aww, c'mon, I know you've been wanting this too."

"I told you that I wasn't ready, now back off!"

Intriguing, he thought. "Hero" was the very, very last thing to describe Adrien as - actually, it didn't even exist in his lexicon. But he did enjoy a meal after a good fight. Hearing this showed promise, and he decided to disrupt the show. A young man was pushing a young woman against the wall with his thigh between her legs. Adrien's expression revealed nothing, but a calm curiosity and a burning hunger. The youth always had such delicious blood. What a way to return to the city, then to return with a bang. He made himself laugh sometimes.

"Someone's watching us, oh my god." The woman noticed him first. Her eyes were pleading as she looked to Adrien, assuming that he was here to help. He casually looked away from her to the male, who would turn with a snarl. "What? The fuck do you want, you creep. You want a show or somethin'?" Oh Bastion.... you never cease to disappoint. Adrien chuckled.

"I want you." he said before grabbing the man by his scalp. Fingers dug into flesh, and the sharp scent of blood hit his nose in an instant. Adrien's nostrils flared, and his eyes flashed yellow. The woman watched in horror as Adrien tugged the male against him. He didn't even give a warning as he parted his lips. His jaws shifted noisily as his teeth elongated into long, thick incisors. He reared his head back before striking. Teeth sank into flesh and a hedonistic groan rumbled throughout his body. Pleasure coursed through Adrien as he bit through the flesh, tearing away chunks at a time with blood dribbling down his chin and black shirt.

The woman made a run for it, screaming for dear life. Her heels clicked with a frenzy, hair flying in the wind as she called for help within the darkness. Unfortunately, the run wouldn't last long. She took an unfortunate tumble in those heels, and twisted her ankle. She cried out, sobbing as her bag flew from her grasp, spilling out contents into the street. "Oh, God, please." she wheezed. She crawled shakily, hand reaching out to the lit up cell phone.

A pair of perfect pale feet came into view. Looking up, she could see through her tears that it was the boy who fed on her boyfriend. The pleas started to come, and Adrien shushed her gently as he knelt down. "You don't need help." He said softly.

"Don't hurt me... I promise I won't tell."

"Oh my dear... I have no intentions of hurting you." he said, gently clasping his hand around her wrist. With a jerk, he lifted her enough to pull her against his form. Even covered in blood, he was still beautiful. She tried not to get distracted, because the fear was still there, thick and calling to the fiend. "You smell absolutely divine." Adrien said with a charming smile. The way he held her was nearly romantic as he slipped his arm around the arch of her back, so that their fronts pressed together. He would lift her hand to his lips, planting a kiss on each knuckle without breaking eye contact. For a moment, she thought that he was going to let her go, until his lips sucked in her finger. A sickening crack snapped in the air, and she screamed as he tore her middle finger clean off.

Then he would silence her screams with his mouth, still full of blood and bits of her flesh. His teeth would part in that gruesome kiss. Adrien was far too busy indulging in this moment to care about his indiscretion.

It was a beautiful night to be out causing chaos and for Daven it was made even more so by the fact that he had been away for awhile due to his own personal desires. The only thing that mattered to him was himself and his wants and everyone else was simply a meal or a tool to be used to help accomplish how own ends. In his time away he had managed to grow in a sense and had adopted a much more silent attitude as opposed to his normal flash of drawing attention and picking up his victims with displays of power and charm. He was dressed in jeans and a a black hooded sweatshirt which helped him blend in with the crowd as just an average guy out walking around. The expensive suits were nice but they made it harder to be looked over as people took it for a sign of wealth and when cops started asking questions people would recall something like that.

He was standing atop the roof of a building as he scanned the city with a smirk upon his face. The world was his oyster and he was going to make sure that everyone knew it. He needed to mark his territory and as of late he had taken to kill other demons in order to thin the competition out a bit because all of them had decided they wanted no part of his plans. However as he went about it he had to wonder where Adrien had gotten off to since they last met. He was a young demon in comparison but the amount of promise he showed and his flawless tactics in acquiring pray made him not only a force to be reckoned with but one that showed great potential as an ally in this world. Demons were not always against working together but it took a mutual desire on both sides to make something like that work and the pair of them respected each other enough to work out a pact.

Pact's were easy but the problem with them was finding out who would be looked upon as the more powerful in the deal. Adrien had given it to Daven when they made the pact because of his age and while that helped the process move faster it also meant a lot more work for him. He would have to stay mindful of Adrien at all times as at any point the young demon could knife him in the back all in the interest of being seen as more powerful then those around him. Daven was well known among the demonic circles as he was one of the oldest in and killing him would earn Adrien a lot of respect within the race. Trust was not a luxury that demons had the ability to trade with one another or even others and he knew he had to watch his ass from this point foreword as that young demon was still rather powerful in his own right and not someone to be taken lightly.

As he stood upon the roof thinking of this all he caught the faint scent of his young partner upon the air and it was mixed with human blood. He turned his head slowly and smirked before taking off at a sprint and leaping from building to building until he stood upon a building just above where the smell emitted from. He moved to the edge and as he got closer he caught the scent of another in the form of the ice queen Sabre who he was shocked to find near his young ally. He looked down and as he did he saw her kiss him and the pendent upon her neck glow which caused him to chuckle as she seemed to have no idea what it was she was getting herself into. He decided that he would have to do something to intervene so that neither of them got hurt because while Sabre and him were not exactly close she was still someone he was a fan off due to her violent nature. He sighed and the muscles in his body bulged slightly all at once and then shrunk back to normal before he jumped from the side of the building.

He landed about ten feet from the pair his right knee smacking into the concrete and causing it to crater under him a bit. His head was bowed slightly with the hood covering his face from view and his hands rested at his side. Slowly he stood and raised his head until he was looking at the pair of them. They would clearly see his red glowing eyes with the orange iris's as he smirked and pulled the hood back to let them know who it was that had shown up. He was powerful but if he did not identify himself he could find both Sabre and Adrien laying an ass whooping on him and that did not sound like a good time. He looked between the two with that smirk plastered to his face before raising his hand and wiggling his index finger back and fourth slowly while clicking his tongue against the top of his mouth.

"Now now children, No playing without adult supervision."

Sabre was a powerful warrior in her own right and he only knew that because of the brawl they had fought in at the bar when they first met. She was easily able to hold her own with abilities that far outstripped those of your common human and he had a healthy respect for her battle prowess. His hands remained at his sides but ready should he have to take on either or even both of them. Demonic pacts were fickle as they could end on a whim and he was not very sure of where he stood with either of them and if they decided to take a stab at him his hands would be more then full tonight. He looked between them again before stepping closer to inspect the handy work that he assumed was Adriens and reached out to pet his head with a smile. "I must say I am rather impressed with your work. Finish your meal and I will take you out for some dessert.Don't forget our little pact that night in the room with my artwork."

He had to make sure that Adrien knew who he was because he was in a different body when they first met and he hoped mention of the pact would remind him who he was. Adrien was smart so he had high hopes that it would.Moving around he circled Sabre with a grin before reaching up and letting his finger trace along her jawline to her blood stained lips. Pulling his finger away he licked the small trace of blood from it and nodded his head. "and what has drawn the sultry ice queen to us this evening? It has been awhile my dear has it not?" He stepped away from the pair and had to laugh on the inside because tonight it seemed that bastion was going to get a lot more then it bargained for.

The sound of her scream was pure ecstasy. The blood tasted so much sweeter, the flesh even more so, as he sucked the skin from bone. He wasn't so delicate, as he devoured her lips. The lovely pout became a jagged vicious scar of a clown's smile. After a almost loving nuzzle that muffled her cries, he bit down on her tongue. Amazing what one little flap of organ could do; it was the difference between sound and silence. From afar, he did appear as a doting lover, romantic with the way he held her close and gently cradled the back of her head with one hand. His mouth was slanted over hers in a picture-perfect kiss, yet up close his mouth was completely over hers, teeth sinking into flesh and bone in a sickening crack and pop of blood vessels. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she knew no more about the trauma. All the while, her heart kept on beating, and Adrien took his dear sweet time.

He paid no heed to the sound of clicking heels - he could deal with whomever later. He was too busy engorging himself. Eating was as good as sex to the young demon, especially to one who lacked an actual sex drive...

Quite suddenly, Adrien was yanked away from his meal. Eyes flashed, still bright from his feeding. The dying woman fell limp like a rag doll, and soon he was face to face with...

The first thing he noticed was the color red, his most favorite color in this whole wide world. Red was in her eyes, as it was in her hair. He could see clearly in the dark as he stared down at her, panting, long tapered fingers tightening over the muscles of his arms as he silently assessed her with his leering yellow gaze. She was no human. He could smell that much. Slowly, his lips peeled back, revealing more of his serrated teeth. Myr's hunger was for death, and never for lust, but yet Adrien felt the odd sensation of that one deadly sin flowing throughout his body.

Myr held detached interest as he regarded this female, but even it couldn't stop the faint traces of humanity that lingered in this century old body of a nineteen-year-old male. Beauty was Red, and no name was uttered as she leaned closer. His expression remained impassive, despite the stirring deep within his core, a reaction to the flow of seduction from her crystal. Yet, such reaction couldn't overpower the fact that he had been rudely disrupted from his meal, but behold, it had managed to surprise the demon. A flush started painting the surface of his white skin, and a slow hiss escaped from between serrated teeth when she pressed her warm lips to his bloodied pair.

Silk caressed against silk, and he detected a hint of sweetness that nearly made Adrien bite down on such supple pillows. This woman.... There was something about her... "Mmm..."

That she used her teeth first caused Adrien's luminous gaze to widen like saucers. Her breath, her grip, were an intoxicating combination, but Myr felt a little threatened by the crimson-haired and crimson-eyed beauty. A deadly combination - beautiful and... demonic, he knew, because the very same words applied to Adrien. The telltale question rose between them. Something else could've risen, but Myr was far too detached from human emotions to let the faint traces take over.

But he couldn't help how intriguing these emotions were. Lust... Hunger... They weren't too far apart from the other.

He leaned in until the tip of their noses touched. A slow, monstrous grin spread across his face, before his tongue slipped out to steal the faint traces of blood from the plushy crescent of her bottom lip. "No, my dear Red, what are you?" He could sense that power emanating from her, seductive, and toying with his senses. Adrien lifted his bloodied fingers, preparing to grasp her face for a more intimacy, "let me taste you," he growled. He was known for speaking double entendres, but those who'd know him better should know to take him literally.

Fingers pushed into luscious, crimson locks before a wave of power swept over them. Adrien hesitated, fingers slipping away from their deadly grasp to turn his yellow gaze elsewhere. A pair of familiar but not so familiar eyes greeted them beneath the hood. A tall, hulking figure of a man would rise up from the crater his knee created. He shifted away from Sabre to face the newcomer, a slight cant to his head as he watched the wiggling index finger... back and forth... He could rip that clean off with just a strike.

The tone of this male's voice was familiar to Adrien, as was the power. He remained uncertain however, muscles tensing when the male stepped toward his handy work. She was still breathing, shallowly, but still alive. He needed to finish her. Key words came out in the form of "pact" and "artwork." Surprise spread across his features before confusion furled his brows together. He stared at Daven's face, finally recognizing the power and the color of his "brother-figure's" demonic eyes.

Finally, understanding smoothed out his impression. "It is always pleasant to see you again, Daven. Though I am surprised." He said, and it seemed that the red-haired vixen, Sabre, knew the older demon as well. The thought of killing Daven hadn't crossed Adrien's mind surprisingly. Myr had other purposes. Killing a higher up would elevate his status... but the joys of being in the shadows! Of hunting.... He liked where he was, and he was damned and comfortable with it.

He glanced down to his "date," with a pleasant smile, which looked quite wrong with the blood stains on his chin and lips. "Pardon me..." He said to Daven and to Sabre with newly found respect and curiosity; the idea of eating her left his mind. He'd rather not eat such a lovely creature so soon, and he was genuinely interested in getting to know her after this night. "I must finish. Can't keep her waiting too long. She might beg." Gracefully, he swooped down, back turned to the demonic pair. His hand slid down between his "date's" lovely mounds before taking on a spear-shape to stab into her chest. Her body convulsed as he dug for her heart, and then closed his mouth over hers in a flesh-eating kiss.

Adrien was sufficient with time, because soon, he was standing in between the pair with a heart in his hand. "I have to say that this is unexpected. If I had known... then I would have shared." He said, yellow eyes flicking to Sabre, "Adrien MicKinely." he uttered smoothly, with a wide smile. Then he took a bite.