Field Day [Salem]

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Daken continued to sniff the air as he waited a response, and as she spoke of her very specific and unusual request, he chuckled quietly in amusement. He then scrunched up his face in a serious manner, though it was clear he was joking, walked down the hall a few feet before turning to face the third door on the left.

"I smell his dirty Albanyism in here. Never send a one armed man to do a two armed mans job!"

Daken said as he slid one of the claws out of his knuckles and quietly shimmied it down against the door, near the handle, to slice up some of the wood and the metal lock within. He then slowly pushed the door open and motioned for her to follow. All of the lights were off and the inhabitants were sleeping. He would let her do whatever she wished, and as he closed the door silently behind her, she would know that he supported her sick and disturbing actions. His nose told him that there was a young male, not old enough to create the naturally pungent smell just yet, as well as two females, one much older than the other. A family without a father figure, perhaps? Either way, they probably were not going to be around for long.

[viviana]

His sense of humor returned just as quickly as it had left earlier, and he was back to the pleasant man he had been on the stroll here. She smiled, watching him scrunch his nose, and followed him down the hall way for the few feet that he walked. The blood mass hung in the air behind her like an ominous cloud, a ghost to follow her soundlessly. She omitted a faint giggle at his statement as she stood at his side and watched him get the door open.

She obeyed his gesture to enter and walked into the dim room within silently. As to be expected of the late hour, everything inside was still and resting for the next morning. She heard the door shut and stalked around the small living room of the apartment. Unlike him, she knew nothing of the people who lived here. She had came in with him blindly, which she normally would not have done. Whether she had intended to or not, her actions would have let him know that she trusted him somewhat.

She was still for a while, as if she had zoned out. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Salem was conscious of the people around her. In all directions, there were people that she could...feel. That same sensation was present in all of them. They were but a small group that lived in the building, and she knew that. What was it that made this people stand out to her? What was it about them that made them appeal to her in such a way?

Down the hall to the right, the sound of a door slowly creeping open would be heard. Foot steps would follow, and Salem watched the hall with the most excited of expressions. The young man, likely coming to inspect what little sound they had made entering, rounded the corner to quite a surprise. The crimson blanket, much like what Daken himself had experienced, wrapped around him before he could react. She was swiftly upon him. Before he could cry out, she forced the side of her left hand into his mouth. He bit down without much thought, and her blood spilled into his youthful maw.

Now, they would wait. If her blood was still toxic, the effects would kick in with the boy soon enough. If not, she would kill him and move on with their night. From what she had gathered, they still had a lot to do, and not much time to do it.

'If there's anyone else, please go have fun. I only want him."

She stated softly to Daken, not bothering to look up at him as she watched the helpless boy on the floor.

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Daken just stood and watched as Salem walked before him, not thinking at all about the fact that she could not see as perfectly as he, nor could she smell exactly who was slumbering within the tiny apartment. His eyes followed her, wondering where she was going, or why she was sneaking around when she wanted to test out her new found power. When the boy showed up, she engulfed him with the blood, gagging him with her hand to keep him quiet. Daken just shook his head, as if to apologize to the boy, but it was not that he had any compassion for the innocent youth whom unfortunately had to die today under the name of sadistic mutants. No, Daken felt bad because he knew how annoying that blanket of blood was, and he felt his pain. Granted, he felt his pain without that whole, dying horrible for no reason, thing.

"I'm good."

Daken casually whispered as Salem told him to have fun with the others, but he did not move for now. He did not find killing to be fun in any way. It use to be fun, yes, but after doing something so often, so many times, he grew bored of it. He was not invested, he put no effort into it, he did not think about it.. It was the exact same reason that he would never get tired of killing, just as nobody ever gets tired of blinking. However, he was bored in general as he had nothing else to do while she tested her own new skills upon the helpless young one. He had an idea of what he wanted to do, but it was a plan that would be foiled if the other two members of the family were to see Salem, thus he decided that it would be best to wait until she was done. For now, he just watched his with arms crossed over his chest, continually sniffing the air as he always did.

[viviana]

The process took ten minutes, which came as a shock to her. His round, frightened brown eyes began to droop slightly, and his breathing slowed as well. Another minute would pass, and the child would go limp. His hues seemed to roll backward in his skull, and though his tiny heart still stubbornly beat in a faint rhythm, it was clear he was a goner.

Her hand slipped out of his mouth, and the bite wound was swiftly healed by the mass. The blanket re-massed behind her, but she remained on her knees beside the boys head, staring at him. So, it was still toxic, it seemed, but it had taken far longer than ever before on one so young. Had it weakened?

In an act that would seem very much out of place, given what she had done, she placed her healed hand on the top of his head. Gently, she stroked his hair down. Her fingers trailed down his forehead to his eyes, and she carefully pushed them closed. As a final measure, she pulled her blood from his mouth and added it to the floating blob.

The child looked peaceful, as if he were just sleeping. This was simply a habit and nothing more. There was no emotion behind it what so ever. It was part of her old stealthing ways, and had become an action based on instinct when killing someone like this.

She said nothing of her discovery to Daken, but tossed a glance up at him for a moment before her attention turned to the hall way the boy had came from. The others were still sleeping, blissfully ignorant to what had become of their little family member.

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Daken would continue to watch her curiously as the boy finally died after a time that took much too long, wondering why she was choosing to drag it his death over such an extraordinary long period. Though it finally ended, and she ensured to finish the task by... Making him look peaceful? Daken blinked as his brows went in different direction, his curiosity peaked at the strange sight. Though, he would not question it right now.

He would wait until she was finished before he walked over toward her, then stepped over the corpse of the body with a complete absence of empathy just as he had before. Walking into the other room, there was a young girl laying in the room that the boy had walked out of. Probably just having turned eighteen, the girl slept in rather revealing night clothes, her impressively maturing body exposed for the eyes of those lucky enough to look upon it. Though doing such things were not what was on his mind at the moment, or at least, not what he was going to do.

Walking toward the side of the bed that she was on, he reached down and grabbed her face, his hand covering her mouth to prevent her from making any sound as she burst away, trying to scream in terror, but making little more than hushed mumbles. He picked her up by tightly gripping her jaw, his other hand inspecting her physical form. Walking out of the room with her flailing in the air, her slender legs kicking at him as her hands gripped his forearm to pull herself up, preventing herself from being killed by the strain on her neck.

Daken walked forward and raised one leg to very slowly pushed the door of the other room open, which was on the opposite end of the tiny apartment. Looking inside, he saw the mother laying there and quickly realized that this young woman got her busty body and knack of revealing attire from her mother. Turning around to face Salem, his face was unusually cold and blank as he spoke only loud enough for his partner in crime to hear, ensuring to not wake the mother.

"Killing them is more humane than letting them live life after the loss of a loved one. Want to have fun with them first, or should I hurry this up?"

He asked, clearly his method of fun that of crude acts followed by a gruesome death that Salem had been enjoying far too much tonight already. It was entirely up to her, as he was rather uncaring about what happened. As much as Salem was getting way too into killing, it was much better than her old ways, and it seemed that the sadistic nature of what she had been doing was making her want to explore her abilities even further, which was a good thing and meant she craved to be stronger, even if it was just to more efficiently do sick and twisted things. The mumbled screams suddenly became even louder, Daken's hand being covered in tears as the girl saw her little brother dead on the ground, his heartbeat seeming to stop for a moment as she realized what was going on.

[viviana]

She rose slowly as he stepped over the corpse and went ahead into the other room to inspect what was left. She followed along silently, peeking in through the doorway to watch him curiously with the matured youth.

She could not help but to admire the girl, who's body reminded her greatly of her own at that age. Her blonde, willowy hair and tanned complexion. She was quite the attractive little catch.

She leaned against the wall beside the mother's room and watched him nudge the door open. Sure enough, the mother was just as attractive as her darling little girl. Neither of them could hold a candle to Salem, she knew that much without a second thought. There was no jealousy toward the two. Instead, she was rather interested in them.

She reached a hand out to grope the girl who hung from his arm, her desperation and fear twisted her beautiful face and stained it red with blush and tears. When her hushed cries were rose louder, seeing her brother, Salem grinned.

"Agreed. They are both quite beautiful. I don't see the harm in enjoying them for a while...If you'd be up for that."

She suggested playfully, her intend obvious on her face and in her tone of voice. She agreed with him whole-heartily that letting them live would be a cruel thing. It was best to save them that suffering.

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Watching as Salem groped the girl also, Daken smirked, nodding at her words. He had left it up to her of whether or not she wanted them killed immediately, or would rather accept the hospitality that this family had so graciously offered them. Walking into the mothers room, he would reach his other hand out to grab her face, covering her mouth also.

"Ssshhh. Keep quiet or you will wake the boy. He is sleeping so peacefully."

His words came out with a disgusting level of calm, while the mention of it sent the daughter into further hysteria, as she knew that he was dead, while the mother grew even more terrified than she already was. She did not know what had happened to her son, nor did she know what was about to happen to both of them...

[3 hours later]

Walking out of the room, Daken casually fixed the collar of his t-shirt, his trench coat hanging over his left forearm. The two were dead, but he honestly viewed it as a humane and generous act. Granted, the moments before, not so much, but the killing itself was the right thing to do. Otherwise, they would have spent every day crying over the death of the boy, either being clinically depressed or turning into vengeful psychopaths bent on killing everyone who made them turn out they way that they did. Nobody liked those kinds of crazy people with daddy issues turned into and endless rage and need to kill everyone.

Turning his head, he looked over at Salem as he reached his right hand out to grab the door handle. He would not open it until she was ready to leave, because the smell that would come from the apartment within would be enough to startle anyone that would be in the hallway within. If he was lucky, maybe the inhabitants were French and blame the odor on that so everyone would believe him.

[viviana]

It had all ended with one final, sickeningly loud snap. She savored that sound.

The two nude forms lay piled atop one another, blooded and hardly even recognizable as human beings anymore. Bone and muscle stood exposed from Salem's personal fun with them. The various tools she had crafted from her now beloved mass to degrade, defile, and down right torment the two women collected up and returned to the writhing ball. She had taken her dear sweet time with the two, while flawlessly maintaining Daken's needs as well even after he had finished with them himself. Yes, she was just that damned good.

Salem always enjoyed women so much more. It was something in their softness, something in their thin, often fragile looking forms. Their screams, their cries, the way they begged and blushed. They were always the most fun.

Admittedly, it was extremely refreshing to be in the presence of someone who was not casting judgment on her for what she liked. It was a matter of personal taste, and the fact that he had not called her a monster the entire time earned him huge bonus points with her.

She was dressed and ready in a matter of four minutes. She admired her handy work for a moment before leaving it behind and rejoining him. The mass reformed that pretty leather looking red trench coat from earlier, and she straightened it up to make sure it looked presentable as she approached him.

"So, where to now?"

She questioned curiously. In truth, she really did not care. She was as happy as she could be at the moment.

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"Breakfast?"

Daken asked as soon as she asked where they were going, opening the door as his other hand went behind her to brush her swiftly out of the room before he shut it behind him. Walking back down the hall that they originally came from, he would make the same gestures he had before, holding the doors as they walked down the stairs and out of the apartment building itself. Other than his simple question about where to go, he would remain silent until they had completely exited the building.

After exiting, he started walking down the sidewalk, swinging the jacket around his shoulders before sliding his arms into the sleeves. He did not want to wear the large piece of attire, but he also did not want to have to carry it around. Sticking his hands in the pockets of his jeans, the coat fluttering behind him, he spoke in a calm and relaxed tone as he looked forward during their walk.

"You are quite the freak... Why is your art so peaceful?"

[viviana]

"Sounds good."

She answered, following each of his simple gestures till they exited. She was also silent as they went along. There was nothing to be said, really. She was content right now, and happy with the way the night had gone, granted with everything that had happened.

She easily kept up with him. She barely even tossed him a glance, and only saw him sling the coat on from the corner of her eye. He then asked a question that brought a soft laugh from her.

"It isn't. You haven't seen much of it. They aren't as bad as..That, but they aren't tame either."

She shrugged, walking along. While she never painted things like that, her work did carry a hint of her interests and who she was. She decided to explain.

"The note books. Well, they are kind of like an obsessive type thing more than actual work. I have to draw. If I don't, I don't feel right."

She said with a soft sigh. It was like an odd tick, if that made any sense.

'I'll have to show you my actual paintings at some point. Right now, they are taking up space in a storage building. They are selling far too slowly for my liking."

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Daken continued walking forward as he listened to his female companion answer him, speaking honestly about all of her work, admitting so much to him. When she let him know that she would have to show him some of her paintings, he nodded and glanced over at her, questioning the idea itself.

"I do believe I will be seeing one taking up a rather large portion of my living space in the near future."

He said, smiling warmly at her, hoping that it helped her feel better knowing that he was letting her put her own artwork upon an entire wall of his suite. They would keep walking until reaching a small diner about a block away, and he would only glance up at the sign before he opened the door. He had never eaten here, but their recent actions had taken quite the toll on him, and he was sure it had on her as well, so any food would be good right about now. It did sure smell good in there, at the very least.

"I hope this place is alright."

He asked, expressing that he seemed to care about her own preferences, even if this was just a freak one time occurrence.

[viviana]

The sky above was well lit by now. The sun above painted the horizon with a bright, powdery blue. The clouds that surrounded the glowing star were shaded in tones of faint silver, purple, and pink. She could not help to admire it silently.

When she heard him mention the work she was doing on his wall, she blushed lightly and nodded her head. Her curly mane of ebony silk bounced with the action.

"Yes, you will."

She echoed, a smile very well pronounced on her own beautiful features. Her eyes traced up to the sign that hung above the small diner. It reminded her faintly of the one she had met him in just a few days prior. When he questioned if the little hole in the wall place was okay, she gladly nodded.

"Of course."

She said, walking on in in front of him as he held the door. It smelled good enough, and she was always up for trying something new.

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Daken followed her into the diner, walking over to the very corner of the place to take a seat in the empty booth that was there, setting his jacket beside him. This whole scenario was entirely disturbing if anyone else really looked at it, murder and torment followed by a casual date at the local diner for some breakfast. Though Daken did not think about such things at all, instead just trying to figure out what he wanted to eat this morning. He did not pick up, or even glance at the menu, but did something that he typically preferred instead.

Closing his eyes, his silently sniffed the air, taking in every scent that the restaurant offered. He could smell each plate of food, each item on each plate, each thing being made in the back of the kitchen. It was a much more effective way to figure out every item that an eatery had available, as well as figuring out how good any particular item probably was. He would do this for several minutes, then opened his eyes and looked at her.

"I recommend what he is having."

Daken said as he extended his right arm out to the side to point at a man on the other end of the diner as he enjoyed his meal by himself. Not only was it creepy enough that he seemed to be randomly picking someone to choose his food for him, but he stared at Salem at he said this, not even glancing in that direction. His nose had already caught everything that was on his plate, as well as the scent of an older male. Of course, the man did not know that, so he stared in confusion and a mild hint of fright as he saw that he was being pointed and looked at.

[viviana]

She wanted to remove her 'jacket' as well, but her shirt was still torn and she was not in the mood for all the stares they would get. granted, they were both extremely beautiful people, so they were already being stared at.

She lifted the menu as soon as she sat down, opposite him, and looked through it. Her stomach groaned as she looked over the items, the smell of the place adding to it. She was starving, and she could not decide what she wanted. Then, her companion made a recommendation in the most awkward of ways. She moved the menu down to stare at him, then the elderly gentlemen whom he pointed to without even looking.

"No, that wasn't creepy at all."

She teased. The expression on the man's wrinkled face was priceless, and she could not help but to laugh softly at the situation. She folded the menu and sat it down where she had found it.

"Okay then...I'll take your word for it and have that."

She said with an amused smirk. She could not really tell what was on the man's plate, but it was worth a try. Maybe it would be good? Right now, she was hungry enough to eat anything off that menu.

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"Jealous."

The word came out in the fraction of a second that passed after Salem stated that his actions were not creepy, obviously lying about it. When the waitress came around, it was an old broad that was clearly annoyed with everyone and tired of her job. In a rude tone, she asked what they both wanted. Daken would smile seductively up at her, and Salem would likely catch a hint of the erotic sensation that would coming off of him.

"Good morning, Dolores. I was only going to get a black coffee to start me off, but suddenly I have quite the appetite... Mm, why not grab us both whatever that man over there is having, won't you please? I would hate to waste your time and tie you down... At least, not right now."

He said, winking at her as he reached a hand out to stroke her hip for a moment as if to thank her for taking their order, having motioned with his thumb again at the man on the other end of the diner. The woman was blushing, and likely feeling some other emotions as she turned to Salem to wait to see what she wanted to drink. Whether the waitress was giving in because she was not use to such a good looking man hitting on her so bluntly, or because he was forcing her to feel a great deal of arousal, one could not be sure, but it was likely a perfect combination of the two.