Things that go bump in the dark | Hollow x Enjolras

Well, that explained why he was being hunted. Considering humans tended to be a vampire's primary food source it wasn't unexpected. Massive hands swung forcefully, dragging them as deeply as possible into the smaller bodies. Down falls one, two, then three. That left one more remaining. He shrugged at that, the other could take care of it were it to become a problem.

More interesting would be felling some of the overconfident skin suits. Charging forward once again, he directed his attention towards the nearest attacker. Pinning them to the ground in a rough tackle, he drove his claws down through their upper torso, high enough to cause at least one punctured lung. Gasping and choking confirmed that his aim had been accurate, leaving the suffocating human to suffer on his own and staring towards a second target. This one fell forward, saved at least momentarily by the chainmail top they had hidden away. Fine, it didn't really matter. Not when the same action through the neck would cause a similar outcome.

Pulling his hand back, the flesh slid off and collapsed back to the ground. He had missed this. His next target wasn't far off, stepping a heavy foot on the struggling form disrespectfully before starting after the next closest hunter.

The demon knocked over another mortal, wasting no time in disposing of this one. He spared one more glance over at the other before turning to find a new victim. Wait. Viverce didn't see the man. His gaze narrowed, his host was still nearby. He could feel him and besides, he was often forced to return to them if too much distance accumulated between them. That could be delt with later, more pressing was removing the few remaining threats.

Only a handful remained, most of them turning their attention to the shadowing mass while the last dog continued to bound in the direction of where he had seen. Animals were stupid, but he would get to it soon enough. The humans were closer, in fact a pair were only a few strides away. Thundering up to the duo, he grasped one in his hand and flung it. Before it could hit though, a burning sensation filled his lower gut.

Snarling at what he anticipated to see, his head snapped back in an eerie way. A handle protruded from his abdomen. Seriously? What a pain. Grasping the individual, Viverce lifted the human and slammed them down as harshly as he could before turning to investigate where he left the man.

He rolled his head at the banter. "If I had known it was a performance, I would have put on a better show." He answered sarcastically, standing upright in order to drag the metal from his body. Doing so caused a soft mist to flow from where the blade had been imbedded. Humans and their annoying tools. Well, the night was still young enough that he should be able to recover before sunrise. If not, then he had just wasted all that power on one simple mistake.

Ominous eyes spared a lazy look at his new partner, then at the man he had just finished, flicking a hand simply. "Have at it. I have no use for a corpse."

The only sort of sustenance he required would be something this vampire would have to provide and at the moment he was doing just fine. Glancing around, he was a little disappointed to see that things had finished so quickly. The beast was never very good with taking his time. Though it was probably for the better, considering any more combat now would have only caused more stress on the leaking tear.

"Care to share your name? Considering you already know mine, I find it only fair, friend."

What did he want from him? Well, it was quite simple to him. He gave himself a once over as he questioned what he was. There really wasn't much apart from the shadow bit. "I suppose I could be considered a demon. Despite only sharing two traits with them. I gained my physical form from a particularly chaotic night." His first few weeks were a bit of a blur but he recalled the fear that influenced his body, making him bigger, stronger, more violent. While he couldn't recall many of the events in the beginning of his life, the terror and panic he absorbed was easy to relive. Unfortunately for him, he was cut off from that easy to obtain source quite quickly.

"As for why help? It's surprising you haven't put that together. You required something I could give and I required something you had. I believe it's what you call a 'win win' scenario. I couldn't care if you were human, a monster, or vampire as long as I get what I want." An eye quirked at the question of flight. He hadn't flown himself, though depending on what was available, he could hitch a ride on creatures capable of flight. "I don't have wings, Préachán, if you didn't notice. My preferred mode of travel tends to be through shadows. There's no friction in the dark, so it doesn't take long to travel, granted I have a decent route."

The monster grinned at the suggestions, being reminded of the chaos he enjoyed so much. "All you really need to know my friend, is that wherever you go, chaos will follow. Perhaps you will spawn new tales of a vengeful monster." He proposed, offering a loose hint at his primary goal. Viverce was still irritated by the clan that had forced him into his current restraints, as well as the bastard that had killed his most recent host. It was pretty much tradition by this point to cut off the blood lines that intervened with his adventures. It was incredibly enjoyable to release his irritation at being forced into his boring pacified state.