There was a moment's clarity and peace when the blades connected. Jenica felt the old muscles bunch in preparation for the next attack. Long forgotten reflexes kicked in, preparing for a fight in the old-fashioned physical sort of way. It had been a long, long time since she'd let those instincts rule her body - long enough that it took a full moment to register what was happening to her muscles, apart from actually thinking through the movements - but Jenica had once been a fighter, a true fighter, full of honor and quality swordsmanship. For a brief, fleeting glimpse, she saw herself as human once again, and this opponent was just yet another human to fight.
And then she looked and saw the mask of pure animal before her. She recognized it in herself, but there wasn't time to call her own buried beast forward, for this one snapped the hastily made shadow-rope like twine and began an insane and steady stream of hits which the vampire only barely kept up with. Block, block, block, block, until all that her mind could hold was anticipation of the next move. She watched the other's muscles flex and responded in kind, and all the while chips flew from her ill-cared for katana, causing interesting sparkles and glitter to issue with each clang.
And then it stopped, suddenly and without warning. The vampire remained braced, waiting for the next random sequence, but the cat was no longer focused on her. It paused, looked elsewhere, threatened, and left. The vampire watched it go with no small amount of surprise, still braced, still waiting for it to turn back, but it never did. It scaled the wall, hopped the roof, and was gone - and stayed gone, and stayed gone, until Jenica lowered her weapon and finally sheathed it. The cat's smell had also faded. She was safe.
Safe and fed, but thrumming with the fight. Her heart didn't race and she didn't pant, but she was filled with the longing to continue the physical movements. She idly considered picking a fight with some humans, but no - only a supernatural being could put up a decent fight. Perhaps she could spar with the nymph...
The shadows danced and grew as the light faded in the alley. It took the vampire several moments to tilt her head toward Myx once more, the long-forgotten bystander. There was a cat on his shoulder, but she'd forgotten it before and soon forgot it again now.
A human, she remembered, and a curious and polite one at that. But now he knew her, and now he spoke her name, and the other identity - the one she'd meant to hide. She straightened her neck as she turned her full body to him, fingers clawed. He wouldn't attack, she knew, but she couldn't be so sure of herself. And she remembered that he'd held the sun in his hand before...
Her voice held a dead lull to it. She eyed him for the meal he could be, but the hunger remained dormant. She wouldn't need to feed any longer, tonight. But the other offer, that was something she would need. And he asked for details on her kind...details? She'd never even encountered another, besides her sire, and she'd eluded him for years now. She only knew what was obvious, what was instinctual. Sunlight and fire could harm or kill. Blood was necessary. Shadows were playmates, and killing could be fun. There was only the hunt and the kill, and the occasional curious question to drive away the otherwise monotony of life. There was only the animal to cater to. She barely noticed that she had fingernails instead of claws.
She faced him fully and stared into the irises. They often felt this meant honesty, and she thought perhaps it would make him trust her a bit more.
"I won't...drink. But I'll need shelter."
She cocked her head as she watched him for signs of the bright light.
"You would let me stay with you?"