One of Aithne's ears twitched. Something was making him apprehensive; disturbing his senses. Without moving his head his eyes cast slowly aside, almost as if he was able to see auras with his peripheral vision. There were two unfamiliar beings close; so close. He wanted to take them away from where he was. They were disturbing the perfectness of this world he had come to known. It was a dark perfection, and happy wasn't likely the word an outcast would use to describe this place. But he was content with the clockwork-like lifestyle he was leading. These foreign auras, these foreign feelings... They were eating him up from the inside out.
   Diedric pasued for a moment to cast his gaze over to the trees. He snorted and continued to follow his "prey", smirking slightly as he did so. He didn't care if they felt his aura, in fact he wanted them to notice him.
   Adrien quickly shimmied down the trunk to follow the man, intrigued by what he was sensing. ... What's he hunting..?
   Instinct struck. It wasn't subtle, and crept onto him as though fate at poured a warning over his skin like water. In an adrenaline rush, Aithne took off at a full run. They were in the proximity of the area, he could feel them. He was being pursued. Are they close? he thought wildly. He didn't turn around to check. Today has much to bestow upon me he thought, his wind leaving him. He wouldn't tire. He kept running until his heart was screaming for mercy, beating against his ribs like they were prison bars.
   Diedric smirked and quickly gave chase. I love it when they run. The faint beating of his heart grew slightly louder as he ran. He won't tire even if he ran for an hour without stopping. That was just one of the advantages he had of being a daywalker. The only draw back was that he needed to drink blood every few weeks, but he didn't care. He loved the hunt too much to wait until his body needed fresh blood.
   How can he run so damned fast?! Adrien thought desperately, barely managing to keep up with the stranger's aura. ... And why am I following..? It's none of my buisness, but..
   Aithne rounded a corner in his perfect monotone city streets, slamming himself against the stone wall of a building in an alley way. I'm still being pursued, he thought panting for air, There are two. Two auras pursuing me. He looked for a way out of his situation, to his left-- the city street. He could confront them, but would he dare cast magic? Then he'd have more than two pursuers for sure. The citizens of this utopia hardly needed an excuse to burn him alive. He looked quickly to his left. Vinery... and an open window; a chance! He didn't think another moment before darting off again, and climbing the vinery and into the window. It was a dark room. He crouched below the window searching for the auras of his pursuers. Trying to quiet his breath, he placed his palm over his mouth. You're a dead man, Aithne Xeno, he told himself.
   Diedric stopped in front of the alley way and sniffed the air. He then slowly walked down it, searching for any signs of Aithne. Where are you, young one? He spotted the window and smiled. There you are.
   "... W-whoa!!" Adrien yelped, tripping over an uneven part of the pavement. His arms flailed, trying to keep his balance and failing horribly. He landed with a soft thump and a loud "Oww!!"
   The silence was stale, and Aithne thought he felt the auras continue to pursue him only for a moment. Then they seemed to halt, and he forced his heavy breathing to quiet, his ears lifting to hear as much as he could.
   Diedric quickly hid his aura and climbed through the window, silently dropping on all fours. He took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, before going to look for Aithne.
   Wincing, Adrien slowly picked himself off the ground. "Urgh.." he groaned, brushing the dirt off. "... I have to keep up with him...!!"
   Aithne held his breath, and surprisingly his pursuer stepped right over him through the window. His eyes grew wide with slight fear, and he slid silently behind a piece of furniture, hiding himself with magic. This is useless, Aithne, you're a dead man he told himself.
   Diedric sniffed the air, growling deep in his throat. "Come on out, boy. I won't hurt you..." He grinned, flashing two long fangs. ...Much.
   Adrien looked up at the window Diedric had disappeared through, letting out an exasperated sigh. "This is so stupid..!! How am I supposed to get up there..?"
   Oh yes, Aithne laughed sardonically to himself, You won't hurt me. I've heard so much worse though.
  The vampire growled slightly louder this time. "Come on out and I might lessen the pain."
  Adrien quickly walked around the building, looking for a door. He found one on the other side, leading to a set of stairs. He ran up the staircase, hoping it led to where that man was.
   The boy bowed his head. His breathing had finally slowed to a decent pace, and his heart, though still rapidly beating, not longer lashed against ribcage. Pain is nothing Aithne thought savagely, with a small smile, his eyebrows creasing inwards. But I have yet to figure all of this out. Why is he the hunter and I am the hunted? He almost laughed at the thought of himself being prey, but it hardly mattered now. He was a dead man.
   Adrien reached another door and heard the vampire talking, trying to coax someone to come out. He stopped midstep towards the door, hesitating. I really shouldn't get involved with whatever's happening in there.. He thought, but curiosity won out over caution. He knocked on the door, calling out quietly. ".. Hello?"
   Diedric turned his attention to the door, then growled. "Stay out of this." He waved his hand and the door tightly locked itself. "I won't have anyone interfering in my hunt."
   Aithne smiled. He blinked, and the door unlocked itself. "I have no choice now, I suppose..." He breathed, and the aura of the man in the room with him ran through him. "But I can't kill you, can I? You're already dead." He extended his hand gently. "Choose what you wished to be locked inside of for eternity. I can't have you continually chasing after me. You're interfering with my usual schedule; it's annoying." His eyes flashed, and his face regained its usual apathetic expression. Forbidden magic was legal if he was defending himself, he decided.
   Adrien ignored Diedric's warning, pushing the door open. ".. What exactly's going on in here..?"
   Diedric slowly walked closer to Aithne. "Do you really think an imprisonment spell will work on me?"
   Aithne's eyes darted to the stranger who had just entered the door. "I'm being pursued by an undead," he answered simply. "My magic is from the gods, and therefore works even on them. It would obviously work on you, who are not a god." He paused. "Tell me what you want me for, and I may spare you. It would save me trouble." He made a point to step away from the taller male.
   "What I want from you is your body," Diedric simply said. "And a taste of your blood."

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