Field Day [Salem]

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Only about one hour and thirty minutes previously, Daken had attacked Salem in what he assumed was a rather harmless motion, though it turned out to kill her, bring her back to life, and knock him out with the worst pain he had ever felt. He had not spoken a word since it happened, nor had he looked down at the woman that he held across his arms in front of him. What had happened was something he could not answer, and although he was not sure if she would be able, he would demand to know if she did.

Having walked past the populous area of the city to the outskirts, he walked into a construction area that was abandoned of work at the moment due to the time of day. It was a large area of about three hundred square yards that was a flat plain of dirt, with metal beams and various construction tools and equipment scattered about. It was very dark, lit only by the little bit of light that the night sky and the city in the distance would offer.

Once he reached the middle of the flat, rocky terrain, he would let his fall loosely at his sides, dropping the woman on the ground at his feet, obviously showing no compassion for any injuries she sustained or pain she may have felt while blacked out. His arms crossed over his chest and he stood exactly where he was without moving an inch or making a sound, staring down at her with a blank face, waiting patiently for her to wake up.

[viviana]

She would not feel the pain of the drop. If she had, it was not something she would have expressed in the least.

About ten minutes would pass after he dropped her before she finally woke up. She was groggy, like she had just awoke from a deep sleep. Her grey hues slowly drifted open, and she reached her left hand up to rub her eyes.

She would seem no worse for the wear, other than her four new distinguishing scars on her arms. She would not have time to inspect them. Staring down at her, she saw Daken. Softly, she laughed an amused laugh, a grin tracing her features.

"I always thought hell would be warmer.."

She stated, not bothering to get up. She meant it with everything in her, though it had sounded like a joke. Salem, obviously, thought she had died and this was the next step in her life cycle.

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Daken would remain silent until she spoke, chuckling softly while still very much out of it. However, Daken did not find the humor, and although he could tell she honestly did not realize that this was real, he did not have any sympathy for her.

"There is some gasoline nearby if it is too cold for your liking."

Daken said not as a joke, his chilling voice void of any emotion other than a suppressed anger making that obvious. He was threatening to set her on fire so that she would be more comfortable in the heat that she was seeking. The sinister voice would again fall down onto her like weights, threatening her life just as it had been nearly lost already. It was harsh and demanding, and nothing more.

"Tell me what happened."

[viviana]

"I'm good."

She responded without missing a beat. She understood tone he was using, as it was nothing new to her by now. So, she was either alive somehow, her they had both died. Maybe she had yanked him into hell with her?

He demanded she explain what had happened, and she sighed. Slowly, she pulled herself up from the dirt and glanced around her. No flaming demons awaiting her with promises of torture....Well, expect him.

She shrugged and looked back up at him. It would become clear that she did not know much very quickly.

"You stabbed me. It felt like one I was younger and the venom was coming through..The pain was back and, I think I blacked out..And I thought I died. But, unless some cruel floaty being in the sky granted my last wishes about dragging you to hell with me, I guess I'm alive."

She stated honestly, her tone as icy as his own. She stared at him silently for a few seconds, and then, she laughed to herself. Something about him had changed.

"And...You feel different."

She said, unsure how to explain the feeling that he gave off.

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Daken listened as she spoke, and as much as he wanted to catch her lying to him so that he had an excuse to kill her right here and now, but unfortunately, she spoke only truth and did not know anything else. His eyes narrowed as she mentioned that he felt different and laughed at him, his fists clenching slightly.

"Oh?"

He asked, forcing himself to calm down completely, relaxing and letting all of the anger go, or so it seemed. Taking a breath, he closed his eyes, appearing to be peaceful. Then with no warning in advance, his knees bent as he jabbed his fists straight down, the two claws popping out again as he impaled her perfectly through where her scars were once again.

"Does this feel more familiar?"

Daken asked, glaring at her to let her know that he was not joking around right now, as if she did not realize that from his stabbing her. If she had no idea what happened, he would force the answers out of her, even it meant he would have to torture her until her subconscious instinctively reacted to protect her.

[viviana]

"Yeah. I feel like I could rip you apart."

She stated honestly with a grin as he impaled her the same way she remembered. It hurt, of course, but she refused to express it in the slightest. She simply stood and stared him dead in the eyes.

Yes, he felt different, very different. It felt like she could hurt him, and since he had took the gloves off, she had an excuse to do so. He would not have to wait much longer for that instinctive explanation to come.

She focused on that different sensation and pushed into it. The same feeling that had took him earlier would do so again. Except, this time, she somehow prolonged it. The pain would persist, and a pretty good amount of his blood would begin to leak from his chest. Some of it quickly seeped down into the wounds, healing them around his claws. The rest massed together behind her, as if it were waiting.

She was extremely surprised by this new ability, and that showed in her face. It would become clear that she had no clue what was going on.

"This..Is fucking insane."

She muttered, feeling the presence of the mass above her.

'I..I think you forced me to gain a new power..."

She said softly in obvious amazement.

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As she threatened him, he snarled viciously, twisting his hands to tear through the wounds even more. Soon, he felt that pain again, and though not nearly as severe as it was before, this one lasted much longer than a fraction of a second. He growled in reaction to the pain, not moving as it took its toll on his body, his blood being pulled out of his own chest. It was attracted her to in an unnatural way, then it instantly healed her arms around his claws. He stood up as much as he could placing his right foot on her stomach, pushing as he pulled his claws out of her arms, forcing it to tear much of the flesh out as he did so.

The claws then retracted into his hands again as she stated that he had forced her to gain a new power. He wanted to smirk and use his natural suave to convince her that it was his plan and make up a complex reasoning as to how he knew it would work all along, but he decided to take another route. She was amazed at herself, but he just turned his back to her, crossing his arms over his chest as he sighed with annoyance.

"It matters not. You are still pathetically weak."

[viviana]

She watched as he snarled and tried to hurt her more, only for her to heal from it via his own blood. Then, it seemed what she was doing was actually hurting him. When he pulled free from her arms, she winced before she could stop herself. More blood would leak from him, and quickly heal the wounds again.

She knew his game and what the insults were really about. He was trying to make her feel like this new ability was useless. She pulled herself to her feet silently, the mass of his blood still waiting above her for some reason.

She stayed right where she was and smirked at him.

"Am I? You sure looked like you were in a lot of pain, Daken. Tell me, did I do that before, when I was blacked out? Is that why you are so pissed, or were you actually trying to kill me earlier, and are just mad because you failed? No, that isn't it. I wouldn't be waking up if you had been trying to kill me. I know better than that. So you tell me, what the hell happened on that bridge?"

She questioned rather boldly.

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Daken grimaced as his own blood healed the wounds that he was forced to create when her arms healed around his claws. After he turned around, she daringly challenged him with her words, taunting him on every level. She was provoking him and trying to make him insecure, and it was almost working, though was mostly just pissing him off more and more with each passing second. When she questioned what had really happened, Daken decided to give her the answer she was looking for.

"You saw it before you passed out. I ran you through, you collapsed and were waiting for death like the weak girl you are. I am not sure what happened to me, but it matters not."

Daken said, spilling the words out quickly as he revealed everything that he knew about the situation. He then suddenly spun around so that he could attack her again as quickly as he could with no warning, his fists aimed for each side of her ribs. If she was not able to stop him in the brief second it would take, his claws would pop out and impale straight through her chest from the sides, piercing through every organ in her upper body. Snarling, he would jerk his arms up into her to make it hurt even more than it normally would, his face less than an inch from hers.

"You can not pretend to be tough when you are only alive because someone showed you mercy. You. Are. Weak."

[viviana]

She did not have time to react to his attack. She took the claws to her chest, the pain tearing through her quickly. She gasped from it, tasting blood in her mouth. It leaked out and dripped down her chin. More blood was pulled from him, causing him pain at the same time as it healed her inside and out around his claws. Of course, his claws were stopping some of the healing, so she simply kept pulling it out to keep her body functioning.

As much as it hurt, she fought the pain with everything she had. Instead of screaming or begging for her life, she let out a soft, seemingly erotic moan. She was almost turned on by the pain she felt, and she gladly let it be known. He called her weak and spoke of mercy. In association with him, that word seemed laughable.

"Don't give me that shit! If I'm so fucking weak, then why have you let me live so long, huh?"

She whispered, staring straight into his eyes without breaking the stare. It was a question that had been on her mind since she had found out his abilities. She took advantage of this closeness, and leaned her head in to lick his cheek. Her blood smeared on it and she grinned at the sight.

With his hands caught in her chest, and his focusing on telling her how pathetic she was, she found an opportunity. The mass behind her suddenly split into two spear like objects at her will, and flew down in an attempt to pierce him through the chest the same way he had done her.

If it were allowed to connect, the blood would remain hard like the weapons it was crafted after, and would only become dislodged if she commanded it to, or he got out of her range of control.

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Daken completely ignored the woman's masochistic moan, and although she had spoken out to challenge his own strength, his response would only further prove what he had said before.

"Because I did not need to. You do not frighten me. At all. You are weak. You do not know how to defend yourself and you know it. You. Are. Weak."

He told her, emphasizing the last three words just as he had said before, letting her know that he did not care about repetition if it meant instilling that thought into her mind. He just growled as more blood was slowly pulled out of him at a constant rate to enter her own body and heal her, yet then he saw two spears fly over her shoulders to stab him through the chest. They would impale him through his ribs, causing him to yell out in pain before they hardened together like a solid object.

Wanting to free his hands and get away from the bloody spears within him, he used his arms to pull his lower body off the ground, tucking his legs up before kicking her chest hard to propel himself backward and away from her as he flipped through the air, yet the weapons remained in him the entire time. Landing a few meters away, he snarled and swiped his claws across where the spears met his chest in attempts to severe them so that they would not be hanging out of them as they were.

"Prove me wrong, witch."

Daken said in a calm voice, and although rage was still very obvious within him, his statement was not as demanding or angry as everything else. Either she would keep toying around and going easy on him because she thought she was now powerful, or she would go all out and do exactly as he wanted, to prove him wrong about her being weak. He also assumed the insulting name from her childhood torment would be an appreciated addition.

[viviana]

Only the shafts of the spears seemed to shatter from his attempt at removing them, and they swiftly reformed.

His kick forced her backward, nearly putting her on her rear if the mass had not quickly caught her. He had knocked the wind out of her, to say the least. She quickly stood back up, coughing from the powerful kick. She continued her questioning, probing for a true answer.

"Then why try now, mongrel? Either you feel threatened by me, or there is more to this than you're letting on."

She said, grinning widely at this situation in general. She had decided to use her own insulting word toward him. If she truly were as weak of a creature as he had claimed, then there was no point in this little fight by his own way of thinking. Before whatever the hell had just happened to her had taken place, she would have agreed. Now, though, she felt differently. There was an attraction to him that had formed that was not sexual in nature, instead, it was down right morbid.

She focused again on the sensation she felt from him, pushing into it with everything she had. That awful rush of his blood would once again take place, along with the unbearable pain he had felt on the bridge.

Doing her best not to allow him an opportunity to stop her, one of the spears pushed farther and grounded him to the floor.. The other returned to float behind her in a mass.

She watched curiously, waiting to see what this mighty push would do.

If he did not find some way to get free and stop her, every drop of his blood would burst from him again and come to her aid.

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Daken snarled as the weapons just reformed to their full length, yet he felt that they had remained inside of him the entire time, limited how much he could move. After she asked the question, he just laughed slightly as he smirked, exposing his canine fangs to her, running at her.

"I...-"

He was barely able to utter a single syllable before she intently did what she had accidentally done to him before, forcing every blood cell in his body to rush together and burst out of him, his eyes widening as he again was forced to black out. He would have collapsed to the ground, but instead he just slumped and leaned against the rod of blood that had held him in place through his body. For now, he was like a scarecrow, unconscious and unable to move, standing lifeless.

[viviana]

Damn, no answer that time. At least, not from him. She had learned a great deal from this little event, and while she was still completely new to these abilities, this had been a great start.

If she could use the blood to heal her own body, could she also use it to heal others? Well, he was out cold in front of her, so why not try. She willed the blood into the wounds from the spear. The flow moved toward him obediently, and she was thrilled.

She fed a small amount of the mass into the holes on his chest, making the spears shift constantly so they would tear him and leave an entrance before he could heal.

She only awarded him a small amount of it for now, wanting to try and keep him weak so she could speak with him. When he awoke, he would see the blood flowing back into him, and Salem standing about three feet beside him. He would likely feel the pain of the spears ripping him, as well as the pain from the blood pushing in to heal him slowly.

"I know you can kill me still, easily. The fact that you haven't yet tells me something. I'm guessing this is you trying to teach me how to fight for myself?"

She said gently. She had decided to acknowledge that he was still in control, making sure he knew that she was aware that she was not stronger than him by any means. It seemed like she could hurt him now, which might come in useful later, should he attempt to kill her and leave her an opening to heal.

She had a drive to harm him because of the sensation. However, she admired him too greatly to do so anymore than she needed to. Should he question her on it, she would have gladly told him so.

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A few minutes later, Daken would awake again, his eyes slowly opening before he turned his head to see that the only reason he was still vertical was because he was impaled into the ground. He flinched as he felt a tearing pain within himself, trying to look down at it before he looked beside him where she was standing, his face twitching from tiny bursts of pain over and over.

"The only reason you are alive is because it is a little difficult to kill you when I am unconscious!"

Daken yelled the answer to her question in a purely threatening tone, letting her know that he would have already killed her if he did not keep passing out. Swiping his left arm in a downward arc, his claws would slice the bloody spear where it exited his body from the wound, then immediately leap at her, diving forward with both arms out in front of himself, ready to impale all six of the claws deep into her chest should she not protect herself. As he was in the air, his rage was apparent upon his snarling features seemed to show that the pain was only making him more angry with each passing second.