Brawling With A Beauty~ (Cassandra)

[RYAN]

So this was was how it was going to be from now on, huh?

He was going to be living here for quite a while it seemed. Among the various different kinds of... creatures ranging from all shapes, sizes and races. And the worst part of this was that he felt he had no means to defend himself should one of them decide to pick on him for whatever reason. He guessed while he was here, he would always be the outcast. Or the odd one out. Always looked down upon because he was a human, pure and simple.

He was a human. Apart of the very same race of people who had forced these supernatural beings to hide away completely. Forced to attend a secluded school such as Akashibai Academy itself. He guessed all these guys did likely have their reasons for hating his kind, but that wasn't to say he himself was the cause. Why should he be shunned when he'd done nothing wrong? Nothing to any of these people.

The teenager sighed as he made his way across the campus grounds. Now that he'd unpacked all his stuff in his dorm room, he'd come outside mostly seeking some fresh air and maybe a little kinship. Someone who might approach him or whom he might be able to approach and have a conversation with. Someone who'd tell him Akashibai Academy was actually really great once you got caught up to speed. Perhaps he could even meet one of the other six or so humans he'd been told about who also happened to be living on campus. He wanted a little advice; if possible, anything that could help him deal with his situation any easier.

Ryan picked his head up as he noticed the grass at his feet seemed to moisten the further away from the dorms he walked. He paused and looked around, noticing he had managed to make his way to Hisakata Pond. How long had it taken him to get here? About fifteen minutes of walking. He guessed this place was secluded enough. There weren't that many people around so he had time to think on his sorrows without being possibly judged or looked down upon by others. It was just as well since he wasn't sure he could handle anything shooting looks of disgust in his direction just because he wasn't special in some way.

He was sure it was the same for them but outside these walls. Pretty ironic really.

The boy sighed and fixed his cap on his head as he moved to the edge of the pond. Choosing then to plop himself down upon the moistened grass and lean back on his hands as his golden eyes briefly traced the faces of a few other students in the area. Most of which seemed to be with someone else. He guessed since he had quite a bit of time to kill, it couldn't hurt to relax here for a little while. He was certain his classes weren't supposed to start until next morning so he guessed he ought to use this time to get to know some people. Perhaps if he offered a friendly game of soccer, they'd be open to a conversation both before and after.

Hopefully, anyway...

[cassandra]

[style=width: 416px;background-color: #b1b198; color: #989884; font-family: arial black; font-size: 9px; text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; padding-top: 3px; letter-spacing: 4px; margin-bottom: -1px;]I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HALO[/style][style=width: 416px;background-color: #b1b198; color: #d4d4b4; text-shadow: #814a4a 1px 1px 0px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 15px; text-align: right; font-weight: bolder; text-indent: 2em; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-bottom: -3px;]can't you see i'm no one's angel[/style]

[atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-left: 3px solid #b1b198; border-right: 3px solid #b1b198;][bg=7b3636][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top] [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left:3px; background-image: url(http://i40.tinypic.com/1z5ntoo.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px;] [/style]   [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 3px; background-image: url(http://i40.tinypic.com/1z5ntoo.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px;] [/style]  [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 3px; background-image: url(http://i40.tinypic.com/1z5ntoo.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px;] [/style] [style=margin-right; 19px; margin-top: -360px; height: 375px; margin-left: 115px; margin-bottom: -5px; overflow:auto; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; color: #e1dbc2; padding-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 19px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 10px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 10px;]The sun was bright in the sky and the figure was hesitating at the edge of the doorway. This wasn't something she was used to yet. Vampires weren't supposed to be able to walk in the sun. It was an instant death if they did. But somehow. Somehow Roxanne had made it so the ward protected against it's harmful rays. Those sensitive to its brilliant light could walk around peacefully and enjoy it's warmth. Carefully the female stretched her fingers out into the light, she winced and drew back when the warmth touched her hand. She would never get used to it. No matter how long she stayed here, she wouldn't be able to get used. With a deep breath, the female pushed out into the sun and used a hand to shield her eyes. Damn it was bright out. Too bad she left the sun glasses back in her dorm. Students were scattered throughout the grass studying and simply hanging out. Guess everyone was enjoying the warm weather. A soft breeze tugged at her long blonde locks and ocean blue orbs scanned the area. Today was a good day. The weather was nice. No one was pissing her off. For once she was in a good mood, despite the fact she was still hiding from him. But who needs to worry about that. It's not like he'd be able to recognize her even if he did see her. Shaking her head the female pushed those thoughts to the side. Thinking about that would only ruin her good mood. The female just started walking and wasn't really thinking about where she was headed. Taking a deep breath, she could smell the pleasant scent of grass and water. He expression soured when the smell of human hit her nose as well. Great there were some of them outside as well? Those damn meat bags were everywhere in this school. "Great just great." The female sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Today she had gone with dress pants instead of a skirt. Granted the weather was a tad bit too warm for pants but she didn't care. She wore her white button up shirt and dark maroon vest as well. The female felt fancy among all the jeans and t-shirts. If there was one thing she prided herself on, it was the nice clothes her mother let her. She might be homeless and presumed dead but she'd be damned if she didn't dress nice. A soft smile played at her lips and pointed canines showed passed her lips. Man she felt amazing and nothing would ruin her day. Maybe she could even get a tan at some point with all this sunshine showing now a days. [/style]

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[MICHAEL]

Michael, for his part, was basking in the golden rays of light while yet they lasted. A day of such unmatched beauty merited a walk across the expansive campus of Akashibai so that the young man might pay tribute to perhaps the only aspect of rural life that he appreciated. Loathe though he was to admit it, the grass did, indeed seem greener, the sky more vivid, and the air many times more pleasant to his lungs. The empowered human, still feeling slightly out of place walking among the denizens of the shadows, nonetheless stretched his muscles and drew in a sharp breath. He briefly gazed skyward so that he might gaze into the aether above, unmarred as it was by clouds on that perfect afternoon. Observing the self-sustaining nuclear reaction which hung so precariously in space, Michael recalled that any Vampires present would not, in fact, have been able to enjoy it if not for the enchantments placed upon the school. In a sense, they were no more at home than he was.

Of course, he would soon learn that not all at Akashibai were quite so different from him. There was at least one in the immediate vicinity kept from Michael by no more than one degree of separation. He, too, was of flesh and blood, and he felt even more foreign to the academy than Michael, for he lacked even his superhuman strength. The idea of a perfectly normal human being attending Akashibai had never so much as crossed the young man's mind, though he, of course, knew that they accepted the occasional Gifted Human such as himself. Lacking any extrasensory method for singling him out, Michael may have gone on not noticing were it not for his natural empathy and attention to detail. However distracted with the wonderful weather he may have been, Michael was never too busy to notice someone in need, even if they were emotionally distraught rather than in physical peril.

"Hm. Didn't even think it was possible to be melancholy on a day like this." Said Michael. Of course, there was no mistaking the obvious signs of depression. The deep, resigned sigh gave him away, and it was inevitable that Michael would at least lend him an attentive ear and friendly smile. Melting his stoic facade was laughably simple, as it turned out. So, crossing the remaining distance between the two, Michael extended his hand and greeted himself. "Hey, you looking to start a pick up game or something?" He asked. "I've never really been very good at soccer, but I guess I could give it a shot."

[RYAN]

After giving the area around the edge of the pond a once-over to be sure he wouldn't bother anyone at all with his lonely little game, the teenager got to his knees and set his backpack in front of him in order to retrieve the soccer ball he'd currently been sporting in his possession. No sooner did he open the bag and see the tool of entertainment staring back at him did a small, but sad smile appear upon his lips. Granted, it would be far better for him to have someone else around to play with, but it was more then a little obvious that the creatures around had no interest in his little game. Or even in his presence. Not that he blamed them.

He supposed that while he was playing by himself, it would be better if another didn't show up so as to break his concentration and to withhold from possible hostility that could just as easily arise. Ryan picked the ball up in a single hand and closed the bag with the other before standing, only to spot a lithe young male (easily looking to be older then himself) approaching him with a smile that actually made Ryan relax a little, despite his current predicament. He couldn't help but grin back at the guy as he was offered a hand and shifted the ball to underneath his upper arm in order to take the offered hand in his own for a short moment.

He couldn't believe his luck at all. Another guy, whatever he happened to be, was being friendly and actually offering his time to play. Ryan didn't care what this guy was; he was just grateful that he'd smiled at him, let alone offered to play. It wasn't so surprising that he'd felt isolated and alone since he'd come to have this guy offer him some support was pretty much a breath of fresh air. To him, it was probably nothing but a little gesture but to Ryan, it honestly felt like he'd just awoken from a long, overdue sleep.

He guessed it was a good thing that he'd taken his soccer ball out when he did.

"Yeah I was!"

[/color] Had been the young male's response to the inquiry as involuntarily his grin broadened. There was no need to question whether this guy was friend or foe really, since Ryan was now convinced the older male was a friendly guy and so didn't hesitate to respond cheerfully; "Its fine if you're a little rusty. Its just something fun to do for a little while, right? I'm Ryan Dolton by the way."[/color]

With introductions said and done, the boy took a couple of steps back from the friendly male before dropping the ball only to kick it back up to head height merely a second later. Once it dropped once again, brought down by the very laws that gravity dictated, he'd brought his other leg up to intercept, though this time with his knee. Once the ball had virtually paused in the air before Ryan, he then head-butted it with a little force, allowing for it to easily cover the distance between both himself and the other teen. "Heads up!"[/color] Being the only warning the other was given.

Ryan's mood was considerably lifted at this point. He guessed befriending this brown-eyed teenager would be a fairly simple task if he was willing to play pick-up with with him. It was almost too good to be true. Perhaps his luck was beginning to change.[/center][/blockquote]

[cassandra]

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[MICHAEL]

Though he had not once set foot on a soccer field, having gravitated since his youth to more physical sports, Michael's reflexes had at least been conditioned to their peak by the ruthless world of vigilantism. Unfortunately, he was not prepared to approach the situation as might a seasoned veteran of the sport. Given little more than a sudden yell as the boy propelled the ball his way, Michael sprang into action the only way he knew how. His mind was hard wired to act as a fighter, especially when introduced to sudden, unfamiliar stimuli. This foreign object speeding toward his head could, as such, only be answered with a quick, efficient strike, though he at least had it etched into his subconscious that the way to deal with an oncoming soccer ball was to kick it. So, he pushed off the ground, the flora beneath his feet violently rustling and whirling about from the force of his ascension.

Michael's dexterity was remarkable for a simple human, and the wide arc in which his leg traveled displayed that marvelously. Unfortunately, he was not striking at a target of his accustomed size, so his foot only skimmed the ball's surface, barely even deflecting its path. Indeed, the spin added by his foot only resulted in a net increase of forward velocity. The instant he touched down on the earth and the soil gave slightly to the weight of his body, Michael gave his comrade a sheepish grin, as if to apologize for his obvious mistake before so much as voicing his feelings. "Er, whoops. Sorry about that." He said. "It's a kinda reflex, I guess." Despite the controlled amount of force he put into the kick, Michael's tremendous strength would surely not have done any favors to someone struck by the ball. So, he began scanning the green surrounding him for a black and white disturbance, hoping not to find a student nearby.

When at last the ball was found, Michael saw that it had traveled in the general direction of a great tree and was barely visible against the shadow it had cast. Judging by its angle in relation to the structure, he deduced that it had rebounded off of something or, as he had feared, someone. "Ah, I'll take the heat if someone got hit by that thing. I was the one who missed it." Michael said as an aside to the boy. "Oh, and I guess I forgot to give you my name. It's Michael Denton. Pleased to make your acquaintance." Tracing the ball's most likely path back to the tree, the young man saw, to his dismay, a young woman sitting underneath it, most likely having been trying to enjoy the lovely weather. He hoped against hope that the ball had narrowly missed her as he had narrowly missed it, or, better yet, struck further up the tree and evaded her completely.

[RYAN]

Ryan could only stand and watch in amazement as the other guy reacted quickly to the flying ball and allowed his thin eyebrows to rise higher up his forehead. Despite being quick enough to react and managing to swing his leg at the ball to redirect its intended flight path through the air, he'd missed. Well, he'd clipped it, but technically in Ryan's eyes, he'd outright missed it. Granted he had mentioned he wasn't so versed in the sport so Ryan was sure it wasn't such a big deal considering how close he'd gotten but thinking about it now, if that ball hit anyone or anything around with a temper... they'd both be in for it.

"Uh oh..." Though he guessed it wasn't so much of a big deal since there was barely anyone around. He'd made sure of that fact. But at minimum, going to retrieve the ball would be a hassle in and of itself. Ryan hated it when this kind of thing usually happened but he figured as long as it didn't get kicked into the nearby pond, things would be fine. As the taller teenager turned to him with a nervous grin, Ryan couldn't help but grin back just as awkwardly. "Eh, it's fine. No big deal, it... happens all the time?"

[/color]

Of course, that was a little white lie. But as far as he saw it, he was enjoying himself so far. He was just glad for the short little break of being a social outcast. So if anything, not much could ruin things for him right now. Even if he'd lost the ball entirely, Ryan wouldn't be bothered so much since he was sure he'd made a buddy regardless. That being said, he would would rather have his ball back then not.

At once, the goggle-wearing teen traced the path he'd seen the ball continue to take through the air after it had made slight contact with the guy's leg. Listening to him speak as he spotted the ball not too far from where they happened to be standing. Which was great!

Michael Denton was being awesome by offering to take any heat for the ball's misdirection. Though Ryan doubted there would be any need for something like that, he still appreciated the sentiment behind it. Absolutely nothing could ruin his bad mood now. Nothing at all. Ryan grinned stupidly and glanced at Michael out of the corner of his eyes and shrugged his shoulders as casually as his body would allow.

"Don't worry about it, man. I'll just go get it back so we can try it again, huh?"[/color] And then he took off at a slight jog towards the tree where he'd seen the ball head off to. Spouting a quick; "Gimme a sec'." over his shoulder to Michael as he took off. Both of his feet pounded into the dirt and grass, taking careful steps as he went as the grass was still moist where he happened to be and made his way over to the great hulking oak where a blond girl happened to be seated underneath.[/center][/blockquote]

[cassandra]

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[MICHAEL]

The sinews in Michael's extremities tensed as the woman's hostility made itself abundantly clear, though he did not shift into a protective stance until first she hurled the ball. It soared forth, fueled by a power surpassing that of a mortal man, and sliced through the air around it with a furious spin. To Michael's shock, the ball did not collide with his raised forearms, prepared as they were crossed in front of his face for such an occasion. There was no impact at all on the young man's body, save for the gust of wind that sent a wave of billowing hair across his head. A pulse of dread reached from his heart to his fingers as Michael realized the true target of the ball. Unfortunately, athletic as he was, he did not possess foot speed any greater than that of a fit human being and was powerless to intercept the ball before it collided with Ryan. Michael grit his teeth in frustration at his failure to see where the ball was headed, though he felt he could afford no more than a quick glance behind his back to see if his friend was alright.

Having failed to defend Ryan once, Michael saw to it that he would be struck by no more unwanted projectiles. With a surefooted step, he placed himself between Ryan and the woman, appearing resolute as ever. A sweeping of the arm saw his light, black jacket flung from his body, where it cast a shadow over the boy before wafting gently to the grass below. "Take it easy, huh? He's not exactly built to take hits from people like you." Michael cautioned her. With his outermost garment removed, he was clothed by a snugly fit, sleeveless black shirt, fully prepared for a confrontation. "You doin' alright back there, Ryan?" He asked over his shoulder. From her tone and body language- never mind the direct insults she slung at the duo- Michael could only assume that this woman was not one to play nice. For some strange reason, he did not feel at all comfortable turning his back on her, but he had to somehow make sure his new friend was still conscious.

[RYAN]

To say he was surprised that the girl had been hit in the face was an understatement. He'd literally felt chilled to his bones when the blond spoke, only to then direct her steely gaze upon him. Immediately Ryan had stopped moving towards her, not very far away from Michael for the moment (where he honestly felt he was safer) and simply stood still. Uncertain as to whether he ought to continue on for his beloved ball or whether he should just give up and hide away from her crimson red eyes.

"Er, s-sorry about that..."

[/color] He couldn't help but be caught off-guard by the nickname she'd automatically dubbed them with. 'Meatbags', huh? He guessed by that that she was grouping Michael in with him which likely meant he was likely a human just like him. Which was pretty great actually. Least now there was one less person to discriminate against him just for behind normal... "Can we have our ball back...?"[/color]

He gave her a smile as he saw her rear her arm back with the ball in hand, obviously intending to throw it back to him, but almost as soon as it had left her hand, it had made contact with his face in the space of a second. The shock of such a collision to the face and the sheer strength it had been packing sent Ryan practically flying back through the air and onto his back on the ground. A severing pain was all that he could feel where his nose was supposed to be.

He groaned as his mind tried to process everything around him. Along with the pain in his nose where the soccer ball had obviously hit him, he felt minor pains in both the back of his head and his back. Who knew a blond girl like that could throw as hard as she did?

As he slowly came to, Ryan heard voices from both parties. The unknown girl along with Michael but wasn't able to understand anything except the question of concern coming from Michael. He guessed it couldn't really be from anyone else. The guy was the only person here he could even think would offer him compassion like that...

"Y... Yeh... Die'll bee find..."

Ryan forced himself to sit up with some much-needed assistance from his hands and tentatively touched at his nose. He grimaced just a bit as he immediately felt a sharp stinging and some liquid on his fingers, only to pull them away and see a red liquid running along his fingers.

Blood? Bleeding? How was a football able to do that!?

The boy cringed as he felt the liquid run over his lips, down to his chin then onto the grass and slowly dragged himself onto a knee despite how dazed he was. He looked around for the ball that had hit him but as his vision currently was, he couldn't tell white from green just yet. Luckily for him, it seemed it was only temporary as his vision was beginning to come back.

"Die fink I'b bleedin'..."[/color] He managed to murmur out, despite the difficulty he was starting to have with breathing. He guessed the best thing in this situation was go see a nurse or something. He somehow needed to stop the bleeding but he didn't want to touch his nose over it since it hurt so badly. He could only imagine how bad it must look to anyone who might set their eyes upon him.

He sighed and slowly cast his eyes down in remorse at the thought. So much for luck being on his side after-all...[/center][/blockquote]

[cassandra]

[style=width: 416px;background-color: #b1b198; color: #989884; font-family: arial black; font-size: 9px; text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; padding-top: 3px; letter-spacing: 4px; margin-bottom: -1px;]I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HALO[/style][style=width: 416px;background-color: #b1b198; color: #d4d4b4; text-shadow: #814a4a 1px 1px 0px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 15px; text-align: right; font-weight: bolder; text-indent: 2em; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-bottom: -3px;]can't you see i'm no one's angel[/style]

[atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-left: 3px solid #b1b198; border-right: 3px solid #b1b198;][bg=7b3636][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top] [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left:3px; background-image: url(http://i40.tinypic.com/1z5ntoo.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px;] [/style]   [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 3px; background-image: url(http://i40.tinypic.com/1z5ntoo.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px;] [/style]  [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 3px; background-image: url(http://i40.tinypic.com/1z5ntoo.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px;] [/style] [style=margin-right; 19px; margin-top: -360px; height: 375px; margin-left: 115px; margin-bottom: -5px; overflow:auto; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; color: #e1dbc2; padding-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 19px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 10px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 10px;]When the ball connected with the smaller male's face, she could practically hear the bones in his nose crack. It wasn't long until the sweet smell of blood filled the air. The female's eyes seemed to glow a deeper red as she took a deep breath. A sickening smile crossed over her as she ran a tongue over her lips and fangs. "Mmmm for meatbags you sure do smell good. I think that's the only thing I like about you." It was like a wave washed over her and instantly she turned predatory. Her stance shifted and she leaned on one hip letting a hand run through her hair and the other hang at her side. "The name is Andy and you pissed off the wrong girl." Andy practically growled the words as she started walking slowly towards the two humans. How cute the taller boy was trying to protect the other one. While she did admire his courage. She wasn't interested in him. It was the one that had kicked the ball that she wanted. The wind blew carrying the glorious smell of blood and she took a deep breath shivering as the smile remained on her face. Any more and it would be hard for her to keep it together. Not that she was having an easy time now. With tall boy's little comment she had to clench her fists to keep from laying him out right then and there. Eyes locked on the bleeding hunk of meatbag, she moved around the tall boy not even bothering with him. Her hands moved and carefully placed themselves in her pockets. Should she take it slow? Maybe make him suffer for hurting her? A human. A mere human had hit her in the face with a ball. There were many things in her life that she would let slide by. Like her brothers ripping her clothes. Or her dog suddenly going "missing". But never, NEVER, would she let a human get away with launching a ball into her face. Not until he has tasted the underside of her boots. Andy stopped where she was, between tall meatbag and bleeding meatbag, but her gaze was locked on the bleeding one. This was one of those if looks could kill, he'd be dead looks and it was one she had mastered well. Muscles tensed, she pushed forward and launched herself with inhuman speed at the bleeding boy. One hand moved out of her pocket and balled into a fist. Motions well practiced, she pulled her arm back almost like she threw the ball and hit him directly in the gut. When the blow landed, the female danced back a bit watching the boy. "You humans are worthless pieces of crap." A dark laughter poured from her as she shifted her stance keeping an eye on both the boys. Of course she wasn't worried about the one that she had hit with the ball, but it was the tall one she was slightly concerned about. From the way he had tried to hit the ball, he knew how to fight and he was gifted. But who cares. Her control was almost gone as it was. Glancing at her hand, she noticed there was a bit of blood on it. With a bit of a twisted grin, she licked the blood off her fingers locking her eyes with the smaller boy. Hopefully he was terrified. [/style]

[style=width: 416px; background-color: #b1b198; margin-top: -3px; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px;] words:: 571 ♠ tagged:: RYAN & MICHAEL♠ notes :: BLOOD~ [/style][style=font-family: courier new; letter-spacing: 4px; font-size: 10; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;] template by synchronicity[/style]

[MICHAEL]

When first the imposing woman approached, Michael further raised his guard. She carried herself with a certain regal sway yet spoke of humans in the foulest, most condescending terms. As her proud shoulders rose and fell with her heavy breathes, the crimson in her eyes- identical in shade to the blood Michael she so craved- deepened to an utterly demonic state. There was something to be said for her elegant stride and body language which suggested high nobility and a bloodline of prestige. Her manner of dress was a cut above the casual wear of all others present at the park, albeit falling short of formal attire. Michael's claim was only further supported the more he examined the oncoming foe (and he had no reason to identify her as anything other than hostile), down to the arrogant flip of her impeccably groomed, blond hair. Yet, the more he inferred about her social status, the more resolute he became, despite the onset of dread in his heart.

Michael had pieced together that she was, more likely than not, a Vampire of undiluted blood, which would place her in the uppermost echelons of the supernatural world. To be sure, the young man doubted not that there were goodhearted Vampires in high society, but this woman was by no means one of them. This posed an issue, as Michael still reeled from the memory of that fateful bout fought in that gloomy, derelict alleyway. Yes, his previous run-in with a Pureblood nearly saw the end of his life. His foe was implacable, moving with the speed of ten and with strength to match, each blow having been sufficient to shatter every bone in the body of a normal man. Though he subsequently doubled the intensity of his exercise regime and enjoyed the expected growth in power, Michael doubted that he would yet be a match for a being of similar strength. What'm I saying?! If I can't take this girl, Ryan'll be reduced to a red mist. No way am I backing down.[/i] Michael's thoughts raced, among them being a lament over the fact that nobody seemed interested in stopping the confrontation.

However, all hesitation was laid aside the instant the woman lashed out at Michael's friend. He stood, bloodied and battered, prepared to apologize and attempt diplomacy, and yet she had the audacity to attack one so frail compared to herself. "Don't touch him!" Michael bellowed. True, this woman possessed swifter, more graceful feet than Michael, but his reflexes were top notch among humans. Further, just as she was fueled by lust for human blood, the young man was enjoying the release of epinephrine into his system, activating the fight or flight reaction which, in Michael's case, tended more toward "fight or fight harder". He adopted a limber stance associated with Western kickboxing, pushed off his back leg, and drove his fist forward. Powered by muscles far surpassing even the strongest human fighter, Michael's arm traveled like a mechanical piston, shooting out and snapping back to a closed position in the blink of an eye. Such was his might that a noticeable gust of wind picked up from the force of his arm reaching its full extension.

[RYAN]

It wasn't surprising that the initial strike made by the girl using his own soccer ball had dealt so much damage considering she wasn't human. But to go so far as to render him next to utterly helpless with the single move had to be a feat in and of itself. As far as he could tell; his ears were made useless for the moment by a ringing that wasn't even there, his vision (though they were clearing up) was hardly anymore help as everything appeared to be an odd splatter of various colors and it seemed he from where he was kneeling on the ground, all of his senses were practically totaled for the moment.

But he was recovering. It would take a little while but he was sure in another minute or so, he'd be mostly back to normal. The cells in his body remained vigilant and active as they continued to work at the pain and injuries. Adrenaline spread itself through his body, dulling the pain he felt considerably as senses made attempts to start themselves up again by resetting. And so while all of this was going on, he didn't have the necessary means of tracking or even focusing on what both Michael and -Andy, was it?- happened to be doing at that moment in time.

And so, when she'd made her way to stand directly in front of him, he it was only after the powerful thrust of a fist was sent careening into his abdomen that things registered for him. Unfortunately for Ryan, that simple strike had enough power to utterly cripple him from the pain alone and he dropped to the ground in a crumpled mess. The boy coughed up more of the crimson liquid flowing freely through his veins out of his mouth and onto the ground as his body tried to adjust and speed up the process of recovery. Practically relying on adrenaline and the thought that he might be killed in the school yard on the very first day as a means of clinging to consciousness.

His fingers gripped at the soil and earth as he slowly cracked his eyes open with a light groan. It seemed he'd closed them so tightly that he had almost certainly forgotten it was in fact still daytime. And though he could barely move from where he was, his body still preventing him from doing much at all, he managed to weakly lift his head up enough to see Michael take a swing at Andy. Or with what he thought was a swing given that the guy was supposed to be human and the stance he'd taken. Perhaps his eyes were still out of it. He hadn't seen anything at all.

The youth wiped at his lips now caked in a handsome amount of his own blood with the back of his hand and rested his other hand on his stomach where he'd been punched. He'd come close to being paralyzed for life from that punch as just a little more would have surely snapped a few of his bones with ease. But as it stood, it seemed a few of his ribs had just taken a bit of bruising.

Had she been holding back? Maybe she didn't really wanna hurt him or perhaps she just didn't want to be in so much trouble from the teachers or something. Whatever her reasons, Ryan wasn't feeling so good but he was definitely feeling up to getting himself away from her. But he didn't just want to leave Michael behind like this. So what other option was there?

Turning his head, Ryan caught sight of his black and white soccer ball laying neatly in the grass a few paces away. One side of it seemed to have some of his blood smeared across it's surface. He looked back at Michael and Andy for a moment before shaking his head and crawling across the earth on his hands and knees; making his way over to the ball.

Once he was safely settled next to it, he gripped it in a single hand and watched the two carefully. Deducing that if he could manage to draw the girl's attention away from Michael long enough, he could easily get away or might just be able to land a deciding blow. That being said, he was hoping he'd be able to run away from the girl fast enough after her attention was drawn back to himself and escape up and into the large tree.

But for this to work, he had to be quick and fast.

The capped soccer player shakily stood to his feet once again; one hand holding the ball against a hip while the other was resting neatly over his gut where he'd been decked. He just had to be fast. He just had to be fast.

Taking a deep breath, Ryan dropped the ball in front of him, much like he'd done earlier but this time, this kick had easily more then double the force of any maneuver he'd made in the day. The ball was sent to careen through the air with the same style and grace much like a when Andy herself had thrown it at him. Though it obviously wouldn't be as strong as when she'd done so, he was hoping that this would be enough to do something.

And without a second though or even the time to watch if it had hit its mark or not, Ryan set off at a mad dash for the nearby tree. At the very least, even if it hadn't been able to make contact, he was sure it would be close enough to get her attention. She didn't seem to favor having soccer balls aimed at her face, after-all.

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[cassandra]

[style=width: 416px;background-color: #b1b198; color: #989884; font-family: arial black; font-size: 9px; text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; padding-top: 3px; letter-spacing: 4px; margin-bottom: -1px;]I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HALO[/style][style=width: 416px;background-color: #b1b198; color: #d4d4b4; text-shadow: #814a4a 1px 1px 0px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 15px; text-align: right; font-weight: bolder; text-indent: 2em; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-bottom: -3px;]can't you see i'm no one's angel[/style]

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[MICHAEL]

Michael rose from the icy depths of the lake as would a vengeful spirit pulling free from the brink of Hell. His entrance into the water was marked by an aqueous mushroom cloud reaching two stories up, and by the time it returned to the terrestrial body as a brief downpour, he was back on his feet. Though his clothes were soaking wet and water dripped from his muscular limbs, his eyes were alight with the flames of fury. To Michael, all this meant was that he would have to apply greater strength, if only enough to allow his friend a chance at escaping. Adrenaline still coursed through his veins, but his body had yet more to spare. His passion and reckless anger were further amplified as his eyes broke the surface of the water and he regained his bearings, realizing the horrifying truth that he was not the primary target of his foe. Of the two, this woman had chosen to eliminate the more vulnerable.

On shaking the water from his eyes and refocusing his vision, Michael was only spurred to swifter action. He saw that Ryan, the poor soul, was having his blood sucked from his veins by the creature of the night. The Pureblood thought his efforts cute, but Michael was not to be mocked in the act of protecting another. He would do all that he could to keep her away from the innocent bystander, even if it took every ounce of his stamina. Likely, the faculty was not to intervene, if they had not already. He had been primed on the regulations of the school, and such confrontations were practically encouraged so long as no grievous wound were inflicted. Unfortunately, that seemed to be precisely the case, leaving Michael as Ryan's only line of defense. So, he geared up for a second assault on the Vampiress.

Michael took a brief running start, gaining momentum across the dewy, green grass before pushing off with his powerful legs. The young boy left the soil yet again, but this time of his own accord. Silhouetted against the brilliant, yellow sun and endless blue above, Michael appeared, to the untrained eye, to be flying, though he possessed no such ability. He was, in fact, leaping the distance between himself and ravenous woman. Holding back nothing, he hit her with the full force of his mass, backed by brute strength which rivaled that of the Purebloods themselves. While she was distracted, Michael had tackled her, carefully positioning himself such that he did not harm Ryan in the process. Once he got her on the ground, he would send blow after blow her way, hoping to do as much damage as possible before he was caught and his onslaught countered.