15955/The power draws all kinds.

The power draws all kinds.
Date of Scene:	06 January 2024
Location:	Roadside motel.
Synopsis:	Dracula tracked his quarry and claimed her blood for himself.
Cast of Characters:	Pink Ranger, Dracula

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Pink Ranger has posed:
A long and busy week of balancing life with...being a superheroine fighting alien invaders -and- apparently vampires now. Still, she'd done it for a while now and so far she was doing okay. Of course, even she needed sleep after practice and so far? Well. Sleep had been more obnoxious to obtain for the girl who was currently up late, her form wrapped in a pair of sleep shorts and a slip as she sat in her home, the faint sound of the rain from her appartment window as she nursed a mug of tea in her hands.

Occasionally enough, nightmares caught her like anyone else. That one time with the frog monster, or the lizard creature that paralysed her...or the many other disturbing creatures she'd encountered...but most of the time it passed easily enough. The idea that something more 'normal' or traditional like a vampire was messing with her rest, especially after having faced them before was...frustrating.

Dracula has posed:
That night in the cemetary. When he'd met her gaze for a long moment. She wouldn't know that it was in that moment he was able to cause her nightmares. She also wouldn't know that it would open her to other complications.

From somewhere, outside, Kimberly feels something calling to her. Something summoning her from within the safety of her home. She is a Power Ranger, what danger could lurk outside for her? She is powerful after all.

In the distance, his eyes glow red and look towards the window of her apartment. His will reaching out to take hers and pull her to him.

Pink Ranger has posed:
Her Morpher wasn't on her, even if the influence and power of the grid was still infused into her being. Without the device to focus that energy Morphing was impossible, but it would hardly be needed, right? Her hair wasn't tied back, the ponytail to keep it out of her face most of the day neglected in her recent restless sleep and waking, but she stares into her mug for the moment, pondering the liquid within as if it would offer her some great insight...only for something to tug at her attention and make the woman blink, drawn towards the window.

She was at least four stories up...but something drew her attention to the window. Perhaps some fresh air, listening to the rain and looking out at the city might help her relax?

Dracula has posed:
He isn't obvious out there. In fact, she really doesn't see anyone out on the streets tonight. She just feels that tug, drawing her to the streets to come and find something. Whatever it is, it becomes more desirable with each passing moment.

He stares at her, concentrating on her face. She can't see him, but he can see her. The shadows keep him from her. The shadow in question stands out to her, something there seeming to beckon her.

Pink Ranger has posed:
Another small sip, a moment of consideration she moved towards the window and leaned against the frame. Gently she slips out, rain falling on her partially bared shoulders, her attire and her hair alike as she moves out onto the fire escape and leans against the railing, peering out into the dark.

She felt that tug, sneaky as it might be...maybe that was the answer? Go out into the night, a 'patrol' like the night in the graveyard or the church...or maybe just some jogging.

After all, it's not like she'd have to fear a random mugger as others might.

Dracula has posed:
He nods to himself as she appears on the fire escape. He patiently waits, still reaching out to pull her to him. Let it never be said he's completely sane because if the young Ranger breaks the hypnosis the morpher or not, there will be a fight.

He has little doubt that he would win the fight, but that much noise draws people's attention in ways he isn't ok with.

Pink Ranger has posed:
If she wasn't being nudged, subtly or otherwise, she'd probably be a little more sensible. Instead her tea mug was left on the window ledge as she gently returned back to her room, tying her hair back and getting changed with the same sort of...almost autopilot one might when starting early work with little sleep.

Of course, her morpher was retrieved, even hypnotic suggestion not quite enough to remove that responsible impulse...but when she returned in the window, wrapped in her pink activewear top and yoga-pants styled jogging gear, tying her hair into place before she began to gently make her way down the fire escape back to the street.

A little run to clear her head, maybe punch some bad guys...and she'd be back to normal.

The idea that the Vampire might have managed to find her after only having seen her morphed? Well, it didn't cross her tired mind.

Dracula has posed:
Hunger and desire power his patience while she prepares for her jog. Since she is already prepping to leave, he doesn't push any harder for the moment.

The Morpher isn't regarded as long as it isn't in her hands. That's when the thing is dangerous and he doesn't intend to let it progress to that.

Once she is on the ground, she will sense the shadows calling towards her once more. Something in there is terrilby appealing to her.

He found her, of course, through the door he opened into her mind. It was merely a matter of following the pulse of her mind back to her. Seeing her without the armor, a certain part of him is smitten by her beauty.

Pink Ranger has posed:
The power of the grid made its champions stronger, faster, more resiliant than the average humman. One might even wonder if it was part of the reason that Kimberly was such an olympic champion, even if she'd been into the sport long before she'd been chosen, it almost certainly helped.

Of course, that didn't stop her from having good habits, the young woman pausing to stretch out a little even if she didn't need to before she began her jog under the dark and the gentle rain...unsure exactly of where she was going.

Dracula has posed:
He watches her warm-up and then steps to the edge of the light. He watches her for a long few moments not saying a word. Creeper much? Still, he waits.

Eventually, he clears his throat and tells her,"You are quite beautiful Pink Ranger. That armor is impressive, but not compared to she who wears it." When she looks up he will lock into her eyes, well unless she manages to not look right at the person talking from out of nowhere in the middle of a rainy night.

Pink Ranger has posed:
Western human habbits were a thing. She'd grown up in the U.S. and Canada, she'd travelled plenty but she'd lived with a relatively high-society family for her upbringing that had been big on manners and...well, it was just normal to look at someone who was talking to her.

Still, being addressed as 'Pink Ranger' rather than Kimberly was...well, concerning, enough to have her whirling around and bringing her hands up ready at the sound of the voice breaking through the otherwise almost silent night the patter of rain and the impacts of her footfalls had filled.

Dracula has posed:
He doesn't move, merely reaches out to her mind and presses her to come to him. His hands remain at his sides for now, merely willing her into his existence. He should have called her Kimberly. I retrospect, he'll not make that mistake again. When his words come they are hollow and almost echo in her mind,"You have no need for violence. I do not seek to take your life."

Pink Ranger has posed:
Last time she'd seen him, he'd thrown her across a cemetary and -through- a headstone or two while morphed, so the man was clearly not exactly a -small- threat. Still...her thoughts were sluggish, her usual reflexes slower to call as she faced him properly. Her hands wavered from their defensive stance, almost feeling heavier than normal to keep that guard up. "How did you find me?" she speaks softly, frowning at the effort concentrating was taking. She was putting up a 'fight' perhaps, but the unmorphed ranger was behind before the struggle had even began.

"Why are you here...?"

It was a strange sensation, the reverse of the norm, to try and convince yourself you were in danger while instincts were trying to convince you otherwise...

Dracula has posed:
He continues to watch her eyes and draw her into him. His will bending her with practiced strength. Just a different sort of muscle. He smiles and it is difficult to be sure in the darkness, but he just might have a pair of fangs descended in his mouth.

"I saw something I desired." he replies when she asks why he is here,"Some might call it impulse control issues. I merely want what I want."

Pink Ranger has posed:
Her hands waver, tired limbs slipping to the point she's barely able to hold them at ready. She felt...tired, as if the fog of sleep deprivation had picked this moment to sneak up on her. Her mind was dazed, foggy, too much so to think about the fact that the power coin usually ment she rarely felt tired at the best of times.

It was just harder to think as her gaze was held by that eerie blue, harder to be ready.

In the back of her mind part of her was urging her to reach for her morpher, but the thought was scattered, slow...she wasn't going to reach it in time.

Dracula has posed:
When she arrives to him, he continues to look into her eyes. The hypnosis taking hold. There is nobody nearby and so he takes his time, letting her mind try to figure out what is happening.

He leans forward, wrapping his arms around her and leaning into her neck. She will feel the piercing of his fangs sinking into her neck, the first clear thought she has had for several moments.