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Riley Aventine (amulius) wrote,

"Malleable enough to have his neck tore open." Riley replied quickly, his eyes narrowing. "And I didn't need fangs to do it." He could still remember the fight. The scratching and the clawing, their beaten, bruised and bloody bodies clashing with all their might. The bear that wanted to bash in his brains, the bird that wanted to pluck out his eyes, and the wolf that desired only to consume his heart, and Riley not allowed, not able to shift because of the foul brew that he had been required by their holy man to drink before his challenged commenced. "I'm no pup." He added, and fought the urge to growl. Just speaking a few words to the vampire was already testing the limits of his patience. Everything in him was urging him to leap forward, to attack, but he had to remember that there was no pack here for him to lead. He had come alone like he'd promised. And as much as his kind didn't like to admit it, a single vampire was damn difficult to kill one-on-one when they were old as stone like this bastard.

And that smile was damn creepy.

"I know you have a name." Riley continued, "But we don't say the name of Old Ones in my pack, even if they are walking among the living. But if you're determined to hear me say it, I know it." He paused a moment, his skin bristling with heat. "Tao." He said finally. "I hear we have similar headaches." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small cloth bag and loosened the drawstring. He upended its contents into his hand and held out the pieces of a single shattered vampire fang. "Found this in the thick forest two week ago, stuck so deep into a tree we had to cut it down to get at it. The air smelled like silver, too. Like clean, cut wood and fear, too." His eyebrows raised, "Then I did some digging and I found out you're missing more than a couple of your kind. And I know that you know that I been missing people two."

Riley bared his teeth and dug his heel into the dirt. "I don't like your kind. Hell, I hate your cold-ass guts. But I know Dean didn't give you too much trouble and I know I haven't got any shit with you. And since I don't feel like having my fuckin' tail chewed off by my elders, I'm meetin' with you. What else do you know?"