How familiar., Nyax

[Nyax Josephine]

"Maybe a little."

Zephara laughed quietly and looked at her admirably, a small smile on his lips. "You amuse me." He told her simply, his eyes drooping slightly. She seemed pretty experianced, although she was rusty. Had she been in a relationship ever? Zeph probably wouldn't know.

"Can I really?"

"Oh of course, I don't fear pain. I would hardly feel it, anyways." He told her, his fingers tracing a circle on the ground. Pain wasn't something he was afraid of; heartache was all that he feared. "I don't fear you."

"If that hurt, my bite is going to be a lot worse."

Zephara shrugged. "Oh dear. I don't know what I'm going to do," He said, putting his hand to his forehead in mock distress. Then he laughed. Zeph liked to laugh.


After he kissed her, he offered her a smile. "You know, I wouldn't understand why a male would allow a 'male' to kiss them. Are you a girl?" He asked, tipping his head to the side. "To be honest, I'm a hermaphordite. Not a male, not a female...or more like both." Then he laughed quietly. "You can hate me now."

[Cordelia Brooks]

"You amuse me."

She smirked. So she amused him? Cordelia wasn't entirely sure whether that was a good thing or not, but she went with it. "And you amuse me," she returned. He only amused her a little... he angered her most of all. All men did, which didn't make him special.

"I don't fear you."

An eyebrow rose slightly. Hadn't he said before that he did? Staring at him with a confused look, she asked, "And why is that?" It disappointed her when people weren't afraid of her. Maybe it was because she was kissing him... but she could quickly change to beating him up in a second if she needed to.

"You know, I wouldn't understand why a male would allow a 'male' to kiss them. Are you a girl?"

Even though she snorted, Cordelia felt her stomach turn over. He knew... how did he figure it out? Whatever the reason, she would try to cover it up. She was excellent at lying. "I'm bi," she said. That wasn't a lie — that was the truth. It was really the only thing she had come up with at the moment. "Is that a crime?"

"To be honest, I'm a hermaphordite. Not a male, not a female...or more like both."

Oh, dear. This was a challenge now. To hate him, or not to hate him? He was part female, after all. This just complicated things, Cordelia thought to herself.

"You can hate me now."

"Why would I hate you for that?" she asked, honestly confused by the statement. "You are who you are. If people hate you for something as silly as gender, then there's something wrong with them."

She really was a hypocrite. She hated men just because they were men, and here she was telling him something was wrong with people who thought like that. Then again, there really was something wrong with her — a little thing called heartache.

[Nyax Josephine]

"And you amuse me,"

"Ah, the power of amusement,” He told her, looking up at the clear blue sky. Summer was coming around, and the weather seemed warmer everyday. Zephara hated it. And, of course, life was boring. And summer only seemed lonelier and lonelier with each passing day.

"And why is that?"

Zeph shrugged a little. “I fear practically nothing except a broken heart,” He told her quietly, although his voice was as cheerful as ever. “So…don’t worry ‘bout making me scared…it won’t work, no matter how hard you try.” He grinned cheesily after he said that. When she told him she was bi, he smiled.

"Is that a crime?"


“Oh no, not at all,” He told her. “I myself am bi…but even if I have an excuse, everybody does. They can’t help but be the way they are. And there’s nothing wrong with it, either.” Zephara let out a small laugh and nuzzled her neck. This was fun. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

"You are who you are. If people hate you for something as silly as gender, then there's something wrong with them."

“Well…I don’t know why YOU would hate me.” He told her quietly, still smling. People hated him a lot for what he was, just like people hated gays or hippies…or even vampires. They couldn’t help but be the way they were.

“But anyways…I’m glad you don’t hate me. It’s just that a lot of people dislike me for what I am,” He said, shrugging a little. “Doesn’t matter though.”

[Cordelia Brooks]

“I fear practically nothing except a broken heart.”

In this way, they were similar. Out of everything in this world there was the be afraid of, Cordelia was only afraid of getting her heart shattered again and slightly afraid of death. But she was twenty... and with an unlimited time at life, who wouldn't be slightly afraid? Besides, she wanted to do a lot in her life. Kill people, ruin nations, slaughter half-human, half-vampire children... there was way too much a sadistic person like herself just couldn't risk missing.

“So…don’t worry ‘bout making me scared…it won’t work, no matter how hard you try.”

"And yet I thought you said you were afraid earlier," Cordelia pointed out. But, after that statement, she wouldn't say anything more.

“There’s nothing wrong with you.”

The twenty-year-old frowned slightly when he said that and looked at his neck as he nuzzled her own. Leaning her head over slightly, her two, pointed white fangs brushed over the skin of his neck. "You really have no idea..." she said quietly, more to herself then to him, but since she was close to his ear anyway he might end up hearing it.

“Doesn’t matter though.”

"Oh, but it does," the transvestite corrected him. "How people treat each other dictates how the world is going to change and how it's going to act. If people don't learn the meaning of 'acceptance' then this little globe we're on is just going to turn into some sort of hell. Not like it already isn't." And, with those words having been spoken, Cordelia looked away from him.

[Nyax Josephine]

"And yet I thought you said you were afraid earlier,"

"Ehh...only to please you," He said, smiling softly. "You like it when people are afraid of you...don't you..." Then Zephara laughed quietly, his eyes twinkling with pleasure. “I can’t make assumption though, for I fear you thinking of me as a jerk or something of the sort. Now that would make me very sad.”

He shivered as her fangs brushed his neck.

"You really have no idea..."

“Oh, but I don’t need an idea…” He whispered back, holding her close by her waist. His face was nuzzled into her neck, so his voice came out muffled and quieter than he intended it to be.

Zephara suddenly felt drowsy, and he wondered if it was from her scent. It was a sweet scent, like lilacs mixed with the metallic smell of blood. Blood? Zeph didn't care that she was a vampire.

"Oh, but it does,"

Zephara listened to her as she spoke to him, and he closed his eyes, pressing his lips against her neck. “I know…it’s…not easy…but it’ll turn out. It always does. Even if this world isn’t a fantasy, it’s still a world filled with good things. There are good people out there, and there are bad people. But it’s both that we need to try to get along with.”

Then Zephara laughed again, quietly, and pulled her slightly closer. There was hardly any space between them now.

[Cordelia Brooks]

"You like it when people are afraid of you...don't you..."

She smirked. Well that had been a very intelligent guess. "Indeed, I do," the woman confirmed. It made her feel powerful, and really, who didn't want to feel powerful? Besides, it made her feel like she was better than people when she was feared. It made her feel like she had some sort of a use at times. "Who wouldn't?"

"... for I fear you thinking of me as a jerk or something of the sort. Now that would make me very sad.”

An eyebrow rose somewhat. "And why is that?" Cordelia asked. She wasn't a good person, she wasn't a good... anything. Her whole being was meant to cause others pain. Maybe she hadn't been that way before, but now, she lived to make others suffer. The world couldn't be rainbows and butterflies, but maybe when it wasn't people would actually come together and learn how to be friends. People usually supported each other in times of strife. It always happened.

“Oh, but I don’t need an idea…”

Her vampiric ears heard him easily and clearly. She shook her head slowly. "Yes, you do," she told him. "No one's perfect. I'm not exempt from that." If only he knew her. Then he wouldn't have been saying she was perfect. What perfect person killed for pleasure? What perfect person would enjoy anothers pain? What perfect person would love nothing more than to watch people suffer?

All those things described her. She most certainly wasn't without flaws.

She ignored what he said next. It wasn't important to her anymore. As she was pulled closer, one hand found its way to the back of his head and the other to his back. The less space between them, the easier this was going to be for her. Leaning her head down once again, Cordelia sunk her fangs into Zephara's neck, consciously trying to make it painful for him.

And, with that, she started drinking.

[Nyax Josephine]

"Who wouldn't?"

Zephara shrugged. Just a little, of course, since he was really close to her. But it was enough to let her know he didn’t really know. “I don’t find pleasure it fear, or pain, especially when it’s coming from somebody else,” The hermaprodite told her drowsily, although his voice was as firm as before. The only different was that it was a little more distant than it had been before.

"And why is that?"

With that, the androgynous giggled a little. “Oh, I don’t want you to hate me. I enjoy your company,” He said. And hopefully she enjoyed his company as well. Most likely she didn’t; she was probably only out to kill him. But Zephara wouldn’t mind dieing at all. It was just a way to escape the world.

"No one's perfect. I'm not exempt from that."

He looked up at her. “Nobody’s perfect. I’m far from perfect…” The young herm told her. Nobody was perfect. It was a fact of life. But even if she killed for pleasure, Zephara forgave her. Nobody deserved to be judged for their actions. “And I don’t care if you aren’t perfect; you are still a good person.”

When she bit into his neck, Zeph did in fact feel pain. He had lied a little about not being able to feel pain, but it was partially true. When he was in pain, Zephara would focus on the point where it was coming from, and then gradually it would turn into a dull throb. Years of practice had numbed Zephara to the point where he didn’t even feel the pain in the first place; it just turned into the throbbing pulse.

And he knew that she was trying to make it painful.

When she started to drink, Zephara felt his head get light, and he let out a small giggle. She was totally going to kill him, and he probably deserved it. His difference from everybody else was a sin for which he deserved to be punished.

[Cordelia Brooks]

“Oh, I don’t want you to hate me. I enjoy your company."

"You find company in the oddest of people..." Cordelia said. Who actually enjoyed hanging out with murderers? Especially a murderer who had killed little children just because of their bloodlines, a murderer who destroyed families just like her own had been ruined. She was really such a hypocrite... if anything, she was the one who needed to be punished.

“And I don’t care if you aren’t perfect; you are still a good person.”

At this point, she couldn't take it anymore. She paused while drinking from him, looking up. "What 'good person' would kill a child?" she hissed out, turning her eyes away. She bit into him again, sighing inwardly. As soon as she was finished with him she was getting out of here. She needed to brutally kill something, but she wouldn't do it to him. Hate seemed a far worse punishment than death for this boy.

When he giggled, Cordelia just ignored it. It was stupid to laugh while one was in pain, and if he enjoyed being in pain, then she would just stop sooner. She didn't like doing things to people that they enjoyed. Why would she do something like that when she wanted everyone to suffer?

She continued drinking, deciding she would finish up in a few more moments.

[Nyax Josephine]

"You find company in the oddest of people..."

"Ehh...the odd people tend to be more friendly," He told her, grinning wildly. He did enjoy hanging out with people who were 'differant', considering that he was himself. The pain that was occuring was excruciating, but he was bearing it.

"What 'good person' would kill a child?"

Zephara shrugged. "I've done bad stuff myself, but then again nobody's perfect. Doesn't matter..." His last words were strained. The pain was starting to become worse, and he was becoming light-headed.

But the hermaphrodite giggled again, remembering that one time he dumped a bucket of water on that store-keepers head. He did it on purpose, of course, and he enjoyed it.

But hopefully this vampire would be done soon. Giggling was becoming more of an effort.

[Cordelia Brooks]

"I've done bad stuff myself, but then again nobody's perfect. Doesn't matter..."

It mattered so very much though. To kill something that had never even truly lived was a sin to her. She would have rathered to die in place of her husband and son, but no — she had been the one to be kept alive. And she had to act like this.

But she thought it was the right thing to do. It couldn't be helped. Cordelia's mind was frail in some ways, no matter how strong she pretended to be.

The woman finally stopped and licked the last bit of blood away from his neck. She cut open her thumb and smeared some of the blood on his neck, just so the wounds would heal. It wouldn't turn him, since her bloodline required something more complicated than that.

She stood up, brushing herself up. She stared down at Zephara, an eyebrow raised. "Need a hand?" she questioned. "And do you need to go home?"