Kujin couldn't help but take a few steps backward as the slayer took a few steps forward and knocked the dog away from his leg, though gently. The man was eerily calm; damn, how many times had he done this? Hell, how much experience did he have, period, when it came to slaughtering vampires? His demeanor was somehow different from the other hunters he'd come across in the past--those ones had been obvious amateurs, young men and women who were just as nervous about finding him as he was about being discovered. Escaping them had been, thank God, fairly easy. Nerve-wracking, but not too bad.
This guy? He carried himself like someone who knew exactly what he was doing, and he didn't appear afraid of failing.
It was a familiar expression. He'd seen an expression like it on the face of the vampire that had turned his sister when she was nineteen and he was fourteen, the one that had planned on killing him and taking his sister for himself. She was pretty. She always had been. That's why the vampire had wanted her. Even though the creature had already fed, there were plenty of other means to kill someone, and the only thing that had saved him from the man's blade and his sister from abduction was the crowd that had come, drawn to the scene in response to his own scream. That vampire had been confident...confident enough to attack in broad daylight.
There'd be no crowd to save him this time.
By the time the slayer had made his way to the bed and pulled Feilene behind him, obviously thinking her in danger, Kujin was in the very back of the room by the wall, though he stubbornly refused to back up until his shoulders were pressing against it like some cornered animal. He swallowed again, casting his eyes around the room anxiously. Fuck. The door was the only damned exit, and that was conveniently blocked. By the slayer. With the big damned sword, which was now out and ready, and the axe, which wasn't out, but was still there.
Kujin flexed his fingers, hands shaking with tension. He didn't want to fight, obviously, but he would if he had no choice. Still, all he wanted to do was figure out some way to slip around the man and just bolt down the nearest street. It wasn't like he was defenseless; he was a fast runner, and fortunately being turned hadn't negated the magic he'd been born with, though Air was considered one of the weaker elements in terms of fighting. But it wasn't that he couldn't defend himself...it was that he was afraid he couldn't do it well enough to live through it.
He preferred to just flee. No shame in that if it meant living another day. This guy wasn't after Feilene--he thought he was protecting her, from the looks of it! No, he wouldn't feel bad about leaving her with him. She'd be unharmed.
"H...hello..." Kujin managed, and winced when his voice cracked. Dammit. But, hey, who could blame him? Here he was in a small room cornered by a guy with a sword that wanted to kill him. The guy wasn't swayed a bit by he and Feilene's act. He knew exactly what he was doing, and saw right through it. "I, ah, still think you've made a mistake...sir. See...I'm not a demon. I don't even like demons. Heh. Too many bad experiences and all, you know. I guess I look too much like dinner. Eh heh. I seem to have that problem a lot...with humans as well as demons...though with humans it's not about dinner...exactly..." He gave a soft laugh despite himself, and quickly clicked his teeth shut when he realized that if he didn't shut his mouth, he'd continue right on laughing; it was a nervous reaction. And...aw crap, his tongue seemed to have become possessed, and now he was rambling like an idiot. Another nervous reaction though, well, it was also a weak attempt at buying time, coming up with a game plan. Damn, he really was lame...
"But if it's demons you're after, I hear there's a nest of them not too far away!" he offered up with a feigned cheerfulness that belied the shakiness of his hands and pounding of his heart.
That was when he heard Feilene give the sudden command. Natasha? What?
The sight of the little yorkshire terrier suddenly evolved into a hulking werewolf just about scared Kujin as much as the slayer had when he'd burst into the room. What the hell?! He froze completely, watching in a sort of shocked fascination as the changed Natasha went after the slayer, eyes locked onto the scene, so much so that he jolted again when he felt someone clinging to him suddenly.
"Feilene...ah...yeah, fine, fine!" Kujin gave another nervous chuckle, but he still didn't break eye contact with the were and the slayer. They were out of the room, but the door was still blocked. Damn! When Feilene called out to the man, Kujin did look down at her finally in surprise. "You don't--never mind. He's a slayer. Vampire hunter," he answered her question curtly. "I didn't turn you...he won't hurt you..." Nope, he wasn't worried about Feilene at all, and he shrugged his arm slightly to get her to let go. Once he saw an opening, he planned on just bolting.
