[Sorry it took so long! XD I lost my original post due to computer spastic-ness, and then I lost my muse. >_< Losing posts is always so depressing. XD]
Ha! His plan had worked! Sort of. One girl had apparently been attracted to the commotion and, well, that was better than nothing, he supposed. Really, Kujin probably should have thought this through more...but, he really hadn't had a lot of time to do so. Now, as he was standing here in the street and able to get a better look at his surroundings, he was starting to realize he'd made a mistake. This part of town? It wasn't a good part of town, from the looks of it. If he drew more attention, there was a good chance that it wouldn't be good attention; thugs probably lived around here, too, so he'd have just as good of a chance of getting attacked and mugged by his would-be helpers as helped by them.
It could turn out even worse if any of them realized he was a vampire...damn it! He hadn't even thought about that! He'd hunted around this city before...maybe people would know about him, or at least know that a vampire had been to this place before, and, thus, believe the slayer if he said anything...
Argh! Wow, Kujin, you were really screwing up big time tonight...
He supposed that left him with only one other option.
His attention snapped away from the girl and back onto the slayer when the man started to move, crossing the distance between them. Jolting in alarm, Kujin hastily retreated as the man set his body into an offensive stance, silver sword pointing at him. Clearly, the guy was through talking, and the girl was being ignored--the slayer was intent on destroying him, and chances were, that girl wouldn't be able to do anything. Honestly, Kujin didn't want her to interfere; his idea, which he'd realized was a pretty stupid and bad one, had been to draw a crowd to serve as a distraction, not to risk having some girl get hurt by trying to defend him...
Hopefully she stayed out of the way. Just in case, he called out quickly to her, "Hey girl, stay out of this!" The guy had his bloody sword out. He was in fight mode. Kujin didn't think he'd hurt her on purpose, and he knew he wouldn't, but if a fight broke out and she got in the way...it could be bad.
Anyway, there was really no time to think too deeply about his options. He had to act fast, because the street was ending as he backed up, and the guy looked about ready to lunge. And if he did, he might not have enough room or be quick enough to avoid it.
Taking a few final, quick steps backwards to put more space between them, he suddenly raised his left arm and slashed his own wrist with his sharp teeth before letting his now bleeding arm drop back calmly to his side so the blood could flow freely. No, it wasn't some angsty attempt at self-mutilation or suicide, but the reasoning behind it soon became apparent as the blood welled out of the wound to the point where it would be logical that it should start dripping onto the ground, but it didn't. It simply seemed to evaporate before it could trickle down off his fingers, a sign that his "offering" had been accepted.
Blood magic. He had to give up something of his in order to get something in return. That's how Kujin's magic worked, and it had even been that way before he'd been sired. Every type of magic had a price of some sort, whether it be time, energy, or something even more critical, or at least that's what he understood. Sometimes, the price was invisible...but in his case, he could see it good and clear, and he could feel its effects right away. Somehow, he imagined it to be a sensation similar to what his victims must feel when he fed from them, drew blood from their wound...already he could feel himself starting to grow dizzy.
It all took a matter of seconds. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to do this!" he called out to the slayer quickly, and abruptly he stopped drawing upon his magic, the blood finally allowed to splash onto the ground when it was no longer being "drained". Not a second later, and the wind around the slayer picked up, tendrils of air swirling tightly around his weapon to hold it in place. Or so, that's what Kujin was hoping. He had no time to stand around and figure out if it had worked, if the thread of magic had been strong enough, because even if it hadn't, he was banking on it at least taking the man off guard. It wouldn't last long, though, whatever happened.
Which was why he had to move.
Wasting no time, he bolted toward the slayer, dodging to the side to get around him and grimacing as he stumbled, his limbs shaky and feeling distinctly like rubber. Damn. Well...he hadn't known what else to do. He was fresh out of bright ideas. Lifting his hand, he licked quickly along the wound, lapping up the blood and sealing the wound shut before he could lose more than he already had.
[Sorry for the suck. o__o]