He has lost track of time-unsure how many days it's been. Stuck in a box for, who knows how long, is driving him crazy. His fingers trace the wall of his coffin, feeling the texture of his cell. Something he now does whenever he's bored. Trying to find a positive life inside this coffin was living Hell-he can't even toss around into a better position. Ugh, when he gets his hands on those mages, he's going to rip out their throats. That's if he can get out. He sighs, shifting around, and starts muttering a few words, closing his eyes-slightly enjoying the darkness his coffin offers. I mean, being in here isn't too bad. Sleep, no annoying people, welcoming darkness, and. . .no blood source. He forgot about that. How could he have forgotten? Thinking about blood made him crave for it-craving the feeling of his claws ripping through their flesh. Yup, they had the right idea on locking him up. A groan left the newly shifted vampire, pounding at the lid of his coffin-getting uneasy on being here for so long. His mouth felt dry. The entirety of his body is weak-he could feel it. "I hate humans. I hate everything about them. I want to kill them all. Especially the damn magic ones."

Vengeance. That's what he wants against those that turned against him. The first step is trying to get out of here-regain all of his strength that he lost. Jayco allows a hum to rumble in his throat, not one out of anger or in joy. It's one in wonder, in coming up with a plot to escape. Closing his glowing green eyes, inhaling the aroma of forming mold and the dampness of his coffin. Has he tried to break out before? Well, of course, he did. Banging on the lid, using his strength to shove the walls apart, even kicking around. He hasn't damaged the coffin despite all of his efforts. That alone ticks him off-makes him want to break out and murder someone. Jayco does have an idea, and that's baiting someone to approach. How is he supposed to do that? Another idea that sounds brilliant, and he can't act it out. His frustration bubbles more, and this causes him to punch the wall of his prison. "Damn it! I'll kill every single mage!" He slaps the wall again, "I'll kill every pathetic human!" He kicks at the base of his chamber, "I'll remove the king's head myself!" Letting his anger out on his cell didn't help him a single bit-he needs to release it on something alive.

Nyx ran and ran till her lungs burned from being deprived of regular oxygen intake. She huffed and puffed, trying to catch her breath to keep from collapsing. She was trying to find a structure around the area to hide in and lay low for a while. With herself being a powerful necromancer with the use of nightmare magic, she was being hunted by her fellow magic users. Why? She was unsure. However, magic has been frowned upon - necromancy especially, it's not magic for the faint of heart. She skidded to stop, her knees buckling from underneath herself as she finally stopped after hours of running.

Nyx could feel the magic around herself, the vibrating power surrounding whatever structure she came across. Her eyes took a quick glance up, sighing with a shaken head about where she ended up. The church, she thought, of all places, I ended up at the church.

She knew who was here. Her teacher in necromancy - who was executed for his choice in magic - was one of the mages who imprisoned Jayco. He taught her the symbols used for his imprisonment in case something went wrong. Nyx sighed, gathered herself, and made her way into the ruins, summoning a small ball of light to lead her through the lower levels of the ruins. She searched everywhere before coming across Jayco’s tomb. Nyx ran her slender fingers along the casket, closing her eyes in concentration of the magic around her. When she opened them, she was chanting an unknown verse, hues of violet and blood red danced around her, lighting glyphs around the room in a baby blue light. Her voice became more prominent, the glyphs shining more brightly as time passed before everything became a void of light.

The wards around the ruined church lifted, leaving Nyx feeling light in a way. She slowly took steps back from the coffin, the ball of light in her hand turned into a swirl of black smoke, said smoke curling around her frame. She had no idea was she got herself into.

Jayco decided to sleep, believing that would regain his lost energy. He appears calm with his eyes closed, his body not as tense while he's awake. His breathing was steady and going at a much smoother pace. Only for him to groan, his back going stiff from laying in this cursed coffin for a long time. Eyelids come to an open, the color of his iris an emerald green. He believes that his back pain woke him up, yet something entirely different caused it. An unwelcoming feeling swarmed the man's mind-it feels all too familiar.

"Necromancy." He huffs, his blood boiling in his lifeless body, and his anger has returned. It was that cursed necromancer that sealed him away. He wasn't the only one, but still! Probably here to mock him, to make fun of him for being locked away. "I'm going to kill him." Pounding at the roof of his coffin, his claws he didn't know was extended scraps the surface of it. He hears him muttering the spells, causing the hairs on his body to rise. Is this how he's going to die? Just great, he didn't expect to die in a box. Shutting his eyelids: bracing himself for the worse. The coffin was muffling their voice, thus, unaware that it was a woman talking. As the words were finished, the vampire thought he was dead for good. He waits, his lung still pumping air-he could feel his brows falter into a frown. He wasn't dead, confusion swirling his mind, and he gently nudges the lid.

His eyes widen in shock. The lid moved! Jayco grew hesitant. This could be a trap, and he's going to walk straight into it. Finally, he shoves the lid off-making it fly across the room. Sitting up slowly, his eyes narrow as he adjusts to the lighting of this place. He scans the room, expecting to see that necromancer here. That's when he saw her, unaware that a black swirl was covering them both. Climbing out of his coffin and starts to dust himself clean. She wasn't what he was expecting. Only moving towards her once he was somewhat decent, "Weren't you a male before?" Readying his claws, wanting to shred every inch of her body. He doesn't care that she freed him. She's a magic-user, making her his enemy automatically.

Stopping in front of her. Glaring down at her with displeasure in his green eyes. Giving her a thorough examination, then a small smirk pulled on his lips. She's currently exhausted, weak, and ready to be eaten. His tongue wettens his lips, his hunger wants him to dig his fangs into her neck. Wanted to rip her throat out. That's when he sets his hands onto her shoulders, holding it firm as he opens his mouth with his canines extended. His fangs are ready to penetrate her neck-his tongue eager to taste her delicious blood.

Nyx growled under her breath, trying her hardest to shove him away before going slack in his embrace. It was no use; she was exhausted and Jayco was physically stronger than her even when he was weak. She was running out of options. “You speak of the late Grand Enchanter, the only known mage to use necromancy within the tower aside from myself. He’s the one who locked you away, not I.” She spoke with venom laced within her voice, twisting and turning, trying to get out of his grip.

The black smoke began to clear before Nyx muttered a small spell to give light to the room, lighting torches along the walls with purple flames. She huffed before turning her gaze onto Jayco. Her light-brown eyes locked onto his. Nyx didn’t want to show her weakness, she didn’t want to seem vulnerable. A ringing began in her head as she winced before a vision clouded her mind, leaving her vulnerable. This said vision was of her fellow magic users within the tower. They came to the ruins to slaughter both herself and Jayco.

Regaining her composure, Nyx shook her head before she turned to glare at Jayco.”The mages who you truly seek are on their way and will be here within minutes. They will slaughter you like an ill sheep. You are still very weak, admit it, blood-sucker,” She paused to snear.

But Nyx couldn’t find it in herself to finish the sentence. Honestly, she didn’t know where she was going with it at all. She licked her dry lips, reaching up to untie the cloak that sat around her shoulders and fell past her knees. She closed her eyes for a second to gain her composure before reopening them, her eyes burning with fury; she will not be so easily taken down by the likes of a blood-sucking vermin. A blood blade summoned in her hands, as she quickly reached up to slit his wrist to slip away from his grasp.

But oddly enough, Nyx winced in pain, reaching to hold her wrist.”If this is something you have done, I will make sure your dying breath is made painful.” She spat, focusing her energy on the skeletons that lined the room. Only a few rodent skeletons were present, they will have to do. They each ran towards Jayco. You have to remember, even though they have become whole and alive again, they are nothing but bone, easily defeatable. Once again, smoke curled around her fingers, but this was dense and thick, hints of purple fluttered throughout. Nyx had to remind herself she was also wanted by these mages, she could also end up dead by their hands.

Jayco didn't hesitate to growl back, hostility in his eyes. It was clear as day; he won't get along with this woman. She's talking like she's a big shot only to be bone-tired. Truly. This woman acts before she thinks. His face scrunched up, showing his displeasure towards her actions. "When I get my hands on him, I'll snap his neck." His tone matched hers, keeping his grip on her. He pulled away from her slightly when she lit the room with purple flames-her actions caused his opinions towards her to falter. Magic users piss him off, mainly her.

He wanted to pounce her when she was there vulnerable for a split second, yet he restrained himself. Jayco was unsure why. For once, he didn't rip her throat out. She could prove to be a valuable asset. Hearing her talk about the arrival of other mages made his violent nature return. Now he has to deal with more of those bastards. What set him off is being called a sheep-not just a sheep, but an ill one at that. His hands ball up into fists, "I'm not a sheep! Don't you dare address me like that!" His jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together. Gradually, his crimson red hair starts to change to a white color. His nose starts to twitch when new scents arrive, "They're getting closer, and don't think I didn't notice your snear." Pointing an accusing finger at her, staring at the entrance to the catacombs.

"Shut up, lass!" He spat when she called him a blood-sucker, shooting her a menacing glare. "I didn't beg on my knees to become this filthy creature!" Grumbling, turning his head away and kicks a small rock across the ground. "I'm not weak, just low on blood." He's not going to admit such a pathetic thing. His eyes shift to the side, his focus now set back onto her, and he gives her a quick lookover.

She's not impressive. Nothing about her piques his interest. Holding back his laugh when she tried to act tough-to make herself appear strong than she is. He could sense her weakness, and it was intoxicating. Maybe he was wrong. She could bring him some amusement in his unlife. That's when his senses went overboard at the smell of blood, and his eyes turn to the source-her. His tongue grazes over his lips, hunger in his eyes, and the corner of his lips twitch. A snort left him, feeling his wrist cut open by her cursed blood. Staring at his wrist that starts to heal-that action made him want to rip her throat out. He was going to till she winces in pain. "I didn't do anything, lass." Adding venom to the word lass, "I'll kill you first before anything happens to me." Bringing his glare back towards her, only for his eyes to turn to the ground. He hears something scampering along the ground.

Seeing the rodent skeletons made him huff, taking off his tattered shirt. "Time to prove yourself useful to me." His snake tattoo starts to slither around on his body, then emerges from his skin. The snake hissed, lunging itself at the skeleton rodents. Jayco's eyes dart to the magic-user standing beside him, "Quit wasting your magic on pathetic things like this!" Gesturing to the snake tattoo and skeleton rodents fighting on the ground. When the rodents were gone, he ordered his snake to return, which it did obediently. Without saying a word to her, he starts to change shapes. He takes the form of an ashen white wolf with crimson-colored eyes. Jayco gave one look to the sorceress then darts outside of the catacombs. Not long after, the wolf skids to a stop. His eyes locked onto something or someone. The wolf snarls, locking eyes with the mages. If only this wolf form allows him to talk.

His nose flares, suddenly lunging at one of the mages. His fangs baring deep inside the man's throat, blood filling his mouth, and his eyes start glowing. The blood wasn't delicious, but it'll do for now. Jayco lunges backward, his white muzzle now stained with red. His lips curl into a snarl, his fur rises.

Nyx glared before rolling her eyes.”I’m gonna regret this.” She said before running after Jayco, hearing the yells of her fellow mages. Something along the lines of, kill the vampire and find the necromancer. Reaching the top of the ruins, Nyx skidded to stop once more. Her eyes widened as she witnessed Jayco kill mages, a quick wave of her wand and several mages dropped to the ground, their life source being taken in an instant. However; it came with a price. Nyx dropped to the ground, her eyes watching around herself as the mages continued on, ice, fire, lightning - you name it, the mages were trying but failing.

Nyx slammed her hand onto the ground, a few human skeletons rising from the ground. She assumed they were royal soldiers as they still carried weapons and armor. She watched as the skeletal soldiers began making their way towards the mages. Nyx huffed and puffed, shutting her eyes, focusing her energy on the spirits around her. A few became wisps of light, turning into balls of lightning that shot through a few mages, shaking them to the core before falling to their knees.

She stood, quickly dusting off her knees before running and darting through the mages, making her way past Jayco. She turned, the skirt that clung to her waist swaying around her legs. She took a deep breath and released, watching spirits be drawn to the death made her visibly shiver.

Nyx focused on the fear around her, smirking as she used it to her advantage. Several mages were cloaked in black smoke, screams could be heard from beyond the smoke. Her smirk widened as the smoke swirled with anger before clearing, leaving several live corpses within its wake. The corpses growled and groaned, making their way towards other mages. Nyx took note of the blood that littered the Earth, her gaze turned to Jayco, watching his movement with great attention. Something about the vampire intrigued her, however Nyx couldn’t decide whether that was good or bad. She wanted answers, and the only way to do that was keep Jayco alive and well, despite the unnerving hate she has towards this parasite.

Jayco quickly got another kill in before the necromancer had a chance to steal his kills-something he'll yell about to her. Once it was all over. His ears shrivel, the white wolf disappointed he didn't get the most kills. Treating this situation like it was some kind of bizarre sport. One he unknowingly created in his head-that's how he deals with utter bullshit. Think that it's a game and it won't annoy you terribly. His nose twitched, taking in the scents of the blood on the ground. Jayco wasn't amused, let alone impressed with the woman's magic. His eyes held boredom that he's not afraid to show. What he did feel was his energy being drained as she's casting her spells. Approaching one of the mages that were still alive, his mouth covering their throats, and made the final killing blow.

"Not as fun as I expected," he huffs and shifts back. Kicking the dead mage in front of him in the side-expecting a reaction from the dead woman. His eyes turn to her, the bright red forming back into a sky blue, "You took most of it, you rat. I was having fun, and you ruined it all." Spitting verbal insults at her afterward, only to go quiet when the blood's amora danced into his nose.

His eyes narrow in her direction, "You may live, for now." Threatening her with such little words, but hopefully effective enough for her to know not to cross him. He won't deal with traveling around with annoying company, mainly from the likes of a magic user. Thinking about her using magic anger him-causing him to snarl deep in his throat. A man he may be, yet acts like canine whenever he wishes. Walking over to a blood puddle then kneels beside it-dipping his index finger in the red liquid. Taste-testing the blood, seeing if it was to his taste. Jayco's shoulders move as he shrugs, "The blood isn't the most tasteful, but it'll do for now."

Dipping the entirety of his hand into the pool of blood, bringing it to his mouth, and proceeds to lick it clean. His energy and the strength of his powers were returning to him. Jayco released a small satisfied hum, "Want to give it a taste, rat? Who knows," his bloodied lips formed into a devious smirk, "you might like it. Perhaps get addicted to it and become a wannabe vampire." Mocking the magic-user, his eyes gleam with playfulness as he messes with the poor woman. Jayco stands up and trudges towards her like a hungry predator. Reaching out his bloodied her-centimeters away from her lips, "Give it a small lick, rat."

After a couple of seconds, he draws his hand back and starts to laugh. His eyes shift to green, licking his bloodied lips. "I'm just pulling your hair, rat. Although, I have a serious question to ask you." Giving his hand a couple of more licks, "Why did my energy go away at the same time as yours? Did you plant one of your stupid curses onto me, rat?"