Dark Interrogations (Arclite&Eruraina)

[Eruraina]

Ambrose ran her tongue over her teeth, feeling the two sharp point protruding down, longer than the others. She remembered the first time she realized they were there, the night she had been turned into a vampire. Yet she no longer remember how long ago that was. More years than she cared to count. A pale hand played with flame colored hair as red eyes scanned the faces that stood in the circle some distance from the storage unit.

The circle of vampires were trying to decide who would be best to take care of what was in that storage unit, and it was almost turning into a debate. Ambrose's hand went from playing with her hair to brushing the scar on her shoulder. The scar was new, barely a few hour old, though had healed quickly after a long drink. It had been caused by the sudden raid of the enemy, those super humans meant to wipe out their clan. Luckily, they hadn't come with enough numbers, and despite being surprised, the vampires quickly retaliated and killed them.

All but one, which was now chained to a chair in that storage unit. Ambrose couldn't help but let her eyes wander to the storage unit, her mind wandering from the discussion of who would be best to interrogate him next.
"Maybe Amber should give him a try," the voice pulled Ambrose back to the conversation. "Maybe a our flame haired sister will have just the touch to make him talk."

The others were silent for a moment. A couple of them had already taken attempts. These super humans were a whole new ball game to try to crack compared to regular humans. But before anyone could speak, Ambrose gave her opinion.

"Alright, I'll give it a shot. No promises on how long he lives, though. He's the one that gave me this scar," she said. The others gradually agreed one by one. She was handed the key to the storage unit. Ambrose made her way over to it, the soles of her black combat boots thudding against the ground, echoing about the warehouse.

Ambrose already started boiling ideas in her mind of what she could try that the others hadn't yet that might work as she opened the door to the container and stepped inside, pulling a string to turn a single light bulb on for light and taking a long look of the sight before her inside.

[Arclite]

Sitting in the dark so long, a man is left to his own thoughts. Of how this had come to pass. The Super Human breed were new on the fight of fighting these...things There weren't many, in fact there were only a handful of his kind left ever since the Vampires mindlessly took over his old complex. Staring at the door he didn't try moving, The chains were too heavy. If he could reach the lock getting out would be easy. These foolish Nosferatu. With a sigh he couldn't help but laugh at hearing how they were debating which would see him. Were they afraid? He thought to himself.

"That's odd..The woman is coming? Cowards.." He spoke under his breath. His mind wrapped around how it all began, most of it was blacked out of his memory but he did remember the lab, how they treated him and his group. Shaking his head, he could hear the sway of the door open and close and the brief light that shown in, It was pitch black again and strangely the one whom entered made no noise. That's when the flicker of light came on, blinding him.
"Hah..Could've gave me a bit of warning, blood sucker." He said, staring up at her. Smirking when he realized who it was. "Ah..If it isn't the one who got lucky..Guess I missed the right spot." Troy said, looking at her chest, letting out a whistle. "How can a babe like you be one of them."

When she got closer, he didn't budge. He didn't even flinch. His teal eyes had no fear of them, it looked as if he was enjoying himself being locked there. "You want information? Here's some..stop killing people to feed yourselves, and I won't get up from this chair and kill every last one of you." Even if he spoke tough, he looked rough up. His black shirt was ripped and cut, he was bloody and had a scar on his jaw line heading upward.
"So..What do you wanna know doll, if my blood is tantalizing? Sorry to disappoint you but I aint on the menu." Troy laughed, cracking his neck.

"So what are you gonna do, bite me, beat me?..Well then..come on, get to it." He laughed. "You can't do anything that I haven't already felt chick, so either surprise me, or get the hell out." His tone was defiant and strong.

[Eruraina]

"We didn't have warning of your coming, so why should I give you warning of something so simple as a light turning on?" Ambrose replied cooly to the man's comment about the light, seeing him flinch from the light and blink to dispel the blindness of a sudden light after a long time in the darkness.

He continued talking, making himself sound all tough as if he wasn't fully aware of his situation and the fact of how beat up he looked. He was at her mercy, though Ambrose knew that the heavy chains were the only thing keeping it that way. His tone made it certain that he was stubborn, that he would be a hard nut to crack. Of course, he was superhuman; brawn and brains, all the human strengths amplified. Ambrose took a step closer, now standing inches infront of him, looking down at him, keeping a placid face.

"You know we want information, otherwise you would be dead. And though I would love to drink from you, because your blood would be sweet with the taste of my brothers and sisters you killed today, I will refrain -for now. Instead, I'll just start with something simple," her voice was a soft pur, a lure, the lure of a vampire. It was less likely to work on superhuman's though. Shame.

She placed small hands on his shoulders, and moved forward to sit on his lap facing him, a knee on either side of his legs. Ambrose ran a finger next to one of the cuts on his chest, wiping it away with a finger, and then licking the blood from her finger, before placing her hand back on his shoulder.

"Sure, I want information, but I'm in no rush. I have all the time in the world. So let's start with something simple, hm? Why don't you start with telling me your name. If you want, it could be between just us. That is if you like being called scum, blood bag, or dinner."

[Arclite]

Troy looked at her, trying his best not to retort. He couldn't get to the lock that held his chains in place and more so he couldn't move. They even reinforced the chair to make sure he wasn't going to do anything against their wishes. With a faint laugh, he shook his head. "Warning? Why would we warn a bunch of mindless animals such as yourselves? Restraint is a great virtue babe, not that a leech such as yourself would know."

Feeling her sit on him made Troy tense up. Getting so close to him was dangerous, of course of she were Human, her life would be his to take. But... "You..sitting on my lap now eh?..You know how easily..I could hurt you..These chains don't restrict everything I can do.." He said in a huff. Being 'Enhanced' as he was, also increased his desires and impulses, even if it made him immune to Vampiric persuasion.

"That too is dangerous." He said, seeing her lick from her finger. "How do you know I'm not poisoned to kill vampires who drink from me?" The Super Human said with a laugh, leaning into her as if to challenge her now, pressing his chest into hers. "Let me ask you something blood babe..How much do you know about who you're sitting on..or even what I am? Are you always this reckless." He said, clearly a facade. He could hurt her yes but he couldn't kill her from their position.

When she asked for his name, he looked down. There was no record of him, nothing to be left behind for them to trace and use against them. All of it was destroyed or just simply erased. "My name is Troy Lithelm..how 'bout you? You got a name or do you want to keep being called Blood Sucker." He said in a scoff. Re arranging his arms to clank the chains. He was still trying to get to the lock that held them together so tightly.

She seemed seductive more so than violent. Also a bit resentful for the fact he's killed her friends no doubt. "Hah, I don't care what you bastards call me though..Why would an opinion of someone who should've died ages ago, matter to me? Which brings another question, how old are ya?..I don't want someone who could be my great great great grandmother to be hittin' on me." Troy said teasingly.

[Eruraina]

"Mindless? Hardly," Ambrose said with a raised eyebrow. "More like refined. Superior even, like yours. They juice your mind when they super you, right? Well, we may be not be mindless like you would like, but we're guiltless. Do you know what that's like? Not having to feel guilty no matter what you did? And oh-ho, trust me, I know about restraint. You would be dead now if we hadn't restrained ourselves."

Ambrose couldn't help but smirk as he tensed when she sat on his lap, and when he leaned as far forward as the chains would go, she leaned forward as well. So superhumans still had the same weakness normal humans had. Good, that's what she was hoping for. Sure he may be trained to ignore and not brake under pain, but men had a weakness that had been there since the beginning.

"Just try it. Maybe it'll be fun. Never done it with a super human before," Ambrose chuckled, patting his cheek, and shaking her head. "And you see, you're not poisoned. Your buddies weren't, and I doubt you're different from them. Well, aside from you being alive, and they all being dead."

"And as for knowing about who I'm sitting on, I do believe that's what I'm here to find out. Whether that's easy, hard, pleasurable or painful for you is up to you," she said with a final pat to his cheek before standing up and moving to the side, her hand staying on his shoulder by her trailing her pale fingers across his skin.

"Troy, huh? Like the city, taken down by the trojan horse all because of a woman. Now that is a love story, bloody and full of death and battle," as she talked, she continued moving till she was behind him, trailing her fingers the whole time. Oh, how she just wanted to dig her fingers into those open wounds of his, that she specifically didn't touch. How she wanted to hear him scream, but that was not the strategy she chose, and so she refrained herself. Then he asked for her name, as she expected he would, and she figured it wouldn't hurt to tell someone who was going to die soon anyway. Whether he talked or not, the clan couldn't stay long, and they weren't about to drag a super human with them.

"As much as blood sucker suites, since I can't deny it's plausibility, I have a name. Ambrose is what you can call me, Troy. And don't worry, I'm not that old. Though I see no point in telling you how old I am exactly, I'll just say, older than I look, but young for a vampire. But don't worry about that, you're not quite my type anyway," she said in response to him.

"So now with the introductions out of the way, why don't we play a little game?" Ambrose said, placing a hand on each of his shoulders from the back, leaning forward so her chest touched his back and her lips inches from his ear...

[Arclite]

Troy just laughed, tilting his head at her. "Are you trying to piss me off with news of my friends deaths? Hah, They were prepared to die..but I can tell you this babe..Your pals sure as hell weren't..hell even some of em begged to be put down, and of course we didn't listen, we enjoy taking our time when a parasite such as your kind comes and tries to take over, You think you're superior? You're holding someone FAR more superior than yourselves. It took how many to take me down?" The Enhanced man said, laughing darkly. He didn't care what she would do to him.

"The painful way, please..I wouldn't taint myself with a walking corpse such as yourself, That and you aint my type either doll." Leaning back, he could feel her soft chest against his neck, stiffening up. Even with his reactions though it was clear how well he pushed them aside. "Go on, find out how much you can do to me. You won't hear a damn thing, in fact the only thing you'll hear is the noise of your frustration." The human seemed to be inviting pain as if he wanted it, looking at the door. When she moved to his back, she pushed the lock closer to his hand and he wrapped his hand around it, seeing as he was restrained in that way.

"Ambrose hm? Nah, I'll call you Amber..so tell me Amber, Is that your natural name that your parents gave you god knows how long ago, or did you change it to suit your new Nosferatu lifestyle." Every way she spoke, he challenged her back. It was clear that this man wouldn't give an inch.

Hearing about her game, he could only chuckle. "Sure, I love games Amber, show me how to play -your- game..then we can play mine, are you interested?" He said, clenching the lock tighter, but he didn't free himself, he remained still. Though he couldn't deny the urge, he had to realize how beautiful she was. That is until he reminded himself who has captor was.

"Trust me though, My game you may not like..not at all..and neither will your blood buddies out there, So be careful how you play and always always, follow the rules." He said in a joke, laughing as he did so. Troy was enjoying this far too much for one to be tortured soon. "You won't find a damn thing to be heard, Blood harlot."

[Eruraina]

"Then I see we both feel the same about our allies. I guess it comes with the territory," Ambrose shrugged aloofly at his comment of torturing others of her kind, and his next words almost amused her. Well, this speech had been heard a million times before, and got old fast. That was the only thing that annoyed her about the words he spoke about him being superior. "I will admit, you maybe be stronger. But you are made in a lab, and you still age. I mean, super humans are twenty first century, vampires are almost as old as humans themselves. You talk as if 'our kind' is a new happen stance. Need I give you a history lesson? Dracula dates back to how long ago? Oh, and don't forget Duchess Elizabeth Bathory, and you still haven't caught Jack the Ripper -who is a really cool guy by the way. He taught me a few tricks, like what the perfect circumstance are to get blood to taste the most delicious," with that, she lightly nipped at his ear almost playfully before pulling herself away so that she was only touching his shoulders with her hands.

So, this human wanted pain, did he? Well, pain could be part of her game. But why couldn't she make his pain more pleasurable for her? She really liked that thought, so she moved back to be infront of him, and sat down on his lap, only this time sideways so that both her legs were on the same side, which she crossed over each other as she draped one arm over his shoulder, and the other traced up and down one of the open wounds on his chest. "Maybe it'll be pain and pleasure. Pain for you, pleasure for me," she said, digging her fingers into the wound, her nails cutting it deeper and leaving her fingers there as the blood started flowing a little more freely.

"You can call me Amber if you like. Everyone else does," she whispered as now her face wasn't too far from his, ignoring his question about it being her birth name. He didn't need to know that. It was enough that he had that name.

"Well, it's a good thing it's my game we're playing, isn't it? You might even like it. A game of truth or dare. You answer my questions truthfully and I might dare to not harass you in more ways than just pain. And maybe we'll take turns. If you answer truthfully, maybe I'll let you ask a question, how does that sound, Troy?"

But there wasn't time for an answer. The door to the storage unit opened suddenly and in the entryway stood a particularly tall, male vampire.
"Amber, come here," the vampire said, a tone of haste in his voice. Ambrose sighted heavily.
"Well, looks like our play date will have to take a rain check," she said, removing her finger from his wound and licking the blood from them. She stood up and went to the door. As soon as she reached the other vampire, he placed a hand on the back of her neck and forced a kiss on her lips, but Ambrose pushed him away. "What do you want, Brutus?" she hissed. She hadn't gotten the chance to have any fun.
"Head says we need to move, now," Brutus said, a triumphant smirk on his face.
"So then what about him?" Ambrose asked, motioning towards Troy with her head.
"Kill him," Brutus said, and walked away, leaving Ambrose to take care of the super human.

[Arclite]

Feeling her stab into him, only made him bite his tongue and stiffen up, he shown no signs beyond that, that he was hurting, in fact his voice grew darker. "Haha..Elizabeth Bathory was a stupid whore who used to believe blood did wonders..No wonder she became apart of your kind, blood sucker.." His voice had very little strain in it. "And guess what else, babe..I wasn't alive when Vladimir was..nor Jack..but I am now..and I can guarantee that by the time I'm done with them..and you, You'll regret every drinking the blood of that foul beast of which turned you.." He actually laughed darkly, his eyes always held this determination of defiance, as if he got off on it.

"Hah..it figures a sick sadistic bitch like yourself..would enjoy giving pain and seeing the one thing you would love to taste, trickle down your victim..only problem is, I'm not the victim here, doll..You're the one who lives under their law..not me..I'm free to go out in the sun, free to actually be intimate without worrying of killing them or not..what about you? Do you think you could handle being in a normal life after what they've done? After everything that's happened? Hah..yeah right..I bet you'd either die or get caught before the day was through. And don't deny you've wanted to go back before."

Troy was clearly speculating, he didn't know if she ever wanted to return to the human life style, then again it really didn't matter. She was still a murderer. Though it bothered him when she said he was made in some lab. The expression that read on his face when she said that was clear that there was more to it than that.

"Your game? How do you even know I'm not toying with you, Amber? What if I could get out of here right now, but wanted to know more about -you-." The smirk on his face never faded. When he was about to open his mouth to retort again, the unit opened and he just stared at the large man in front of him and her. "I'm not into devils three ways guys, I'm more a one on one type, can you wait your turn?" He said, trying not to laugh as he did. "Oh, I know..you can just watch big man, I bet you'd love to get some action going huh?"

That's when Brutus left with those simple words of ending his life, and Troys expression still didn't change. "Oooh! Did he say kill me? No fun am I right leech? You won't be able to taste all of my warm delicious blood that you so want!" He jumped in his seat, well as much as he could, actually causing the chains to rattle. "Come on now babe, get in here and fuck me up, you know you want to! After all, I'm your enemy and.." He coughed, mimicking the large vampires voice. "Head says we gotta move." With that, he chuckled, grinning at her darkly.

[Eruraina]

Ambrose noted that he only stiffened when she dug her fingers into his wound. She had expected as much, he had asked for pain, and if he had cried out at something so small, she would have been disappointed. That would have been too easy. She had replies to some of what he said, but kept them to herself, especially about regretting drinking from the one who turned her. She regretted it from the beginning. She never stopped regretting it. And for a moment she almost envied him. How long had it been since she had been able to enjoy the light of day? Ambrose almost couldn't remember.

"I wasn't even getting started," Ambrose said at his words of her enjoying pain, "But as for going back, you speak as if humans are any better. Lust, sloth, gluttony, murdering their own kinds, no more chivalry or honor. No respect for anyone or anything. Every day a struggle, back breaking work, just to pay bills and taxes, in the end just trying to beat the system to pay less taxes. Not to mention the thirst for war. Humans don't change, only the technology. What are you but an instrument for war?"

After her small speech, she shook her head. "Never mind. I'm sure you've heard all of that before."

But then Brutus had come, and Ambrose leaned against the wall of the storage container, an annoyed expression on her face. This was the first time she showed any kind of annoyance infront of Troy. And it was obvious it wasn't because of Troy.
"Out of all the vampires you killed today, why couldn't you have killed him too," she mumbled under her breath, pulling the container door closed until there was just a crack, and turning back to Troy.

"Oh, you would have been fun. First time I have ever had a chance to play with a superhuman, but sadly it will have to be short lived," she said with a sigh. "But there is one thing you're wrong about. I can still taste all of your warm blood. Drinking you dry will be the best way to kill you now. Lucky you, not having to get tortured," Ambrose went back over to Troy, sitting on his lap like she had the first time, only pulling herself closer to lean forward and lick the openly bleeding cut on his chest.

"Shame, though. You would have made a handsome vampire. And the though of a superhuman vampire just gives me chills," Ambrose said, having gotten her cool back after Brutus's interruption...

[Arclite]

"Getting started, hah babe ya know..I was hoping we -could- have a bit more fun, that way I'd get to know the one who kept trying to hurt me." He made an emphasis on trying. As if to challenge her even more. That is when she mentioned how humans were just as bad, and he couldn't deny that. "I don't deny that humans are horrid creatues, but don't act so innocent chick, your kind? You feed off of the living acting as if you are on some high horse, you suffer from greet, gluttony and sloth all the same, I've seen vamps like you gorge themselves on blood, becoming nothing but fat sacks of undead flesh. Hah As if your world is so much better, all you get is immortality which isn't even a gift, you have to witness the same thing again with pretty much a loveless life, if one thing is certain, I know most vampires don't give a fuck bout nothin but themselves, They only want to have a quickie then be out draining some poor soul dry of nothing." With that, he spit on the ground, laughing. "Vamps always think of themselves as something more than they aren't." His words held a tiny bit of disdain in them.

"I am an instrument of war, but I am no soldier. I do what is right, which isn't always what I am told." Troy retorted, which is actually true. Most of his group did what they were told and in fact looked down on Troy for being reckless, though they were the ones dead and he was the one whom was captured. "But no matter, It seems we're both lap dogs in a way, only difference is I bite back when I get fucked with by the higher ups, what about you babe? Can you do that freely? Or would they kill your sweet ass without a second thought."

Despite hearing it before, he had to say his retort. That is when she said what she did, he couldn't help but laugh. "The day isn't over yet doll, I still just might get to him..you don't know." "

Feeling her sit on his lap for the third time, he just sighed, feeling her warm tongue move along his cut, shaking his head. "Draining me dry will be hard..." He said, but not saying why. looking down at her. "I don't know if Super Humans can be turned, but if youd id manage to, you don't know what I'd turn into, you all were human when you were changed..imagine what I'd be..an immortal, a trained killer with already inhuman strength..I could probably wipe this whole fucking place out..Hah that'd be a sight."