Xornon nodded. "I'd be more then willing to help you in your quest," he said to Yuri, then looked at Khimaria. "With your permission of course."
The truth was, Xornon had hoped he would be put on some sort of assignment. It had been a long time since he had killed for sport, and he wanted to brush up on some of his techniques.
((this is random, but i just noticed that i have been the first post on all of the new pages. I feel kinda special 💃 clap
"of coarse feel free to go Xornon." Said Khimaria, and let him leave, she stooped yuri before she left.
"Keep an eye out on him, if he runs away from a fight or any combat situation, kill him in the most painful way you can manage, but i hope that wont be necessary... and make sure there are no sticky accidents" she said threateningly.
ooc: sorry it was so short, i couldn't think of much to do at the moment
(hi guys I'm sorry I took so long just hope i was worth the wait!!!!!!)
Xzaar looked outside staring directly at the figure. Once he recognised who it was a smile slowly crept across his face as he realized they were of no threat to him. Before the figure could blink Xzaar was standing right infront of them. "I thought you had split, where on earth have you been." "I actually thought about doing that.Starting over fresh with a new life entirely.But a certain twist of fate stopped that from happening." "And what exactly might that have been Airy"Xzaar asked folding his arms."Well I personally was looking for a way out. I was floating along the highway when all of a sudden I look up and see this red compact vehicle make a sharp right to avoid crashing into this car that had just cut into the lane. But before any othter action could be made the car behind them went slamming into the back and the car spun out of control and went off the road crashing into a tree.After realizing what I just witnessed I floated to the car to see if the driver was alright. But she wasnt.She was coughing up alot of blood and her forehead was bleeding badly.There was definately no way she would have survived.And seeing as how I lacked a physical form there was no way I could have healed her from the outside.So I took on her body.After taking control of her body and using my powers I was able to heal her external wounds but I wasnt able to completely heal her internal wounds.And as of now her mind remains unconscious unable to respond to anything." Xzaar just stood there trying to take in eveything that Airy had just said.He stood there looking at the woman before him.She had long brown curly hair that stopped at her shoulder.She also had an oval face face that had glasses across them.She looked no older than 24 and no younger then 18."Well Airy I'm glad you are with us and I'm sure Khimaria will be pleased to see you as well." Xzaar said leaning against the tree with his arms folded."Speaking of Khimaria how is she?""Fine"Xzaar replied looking down."And what about Zechariahs""He's still missing."Xzaar said still looking down."What about Yuri""She hasnt changed a bit still hot tempered and eager to kill."Xzaar said repositioning himself against the tree."And I take it that you're here visiting your hosts family." "Yeah"Xzaar said looking up for a quick second."You are the one who hasnt changed a bit.Still sympathetic and sentimental as ever."Airy said pulling her whool coat tighter around herself."Come on let's get you out of the cold" "Are you sure that they'll let me inside."Airy asked."Lets go directly up to my room" And before Airy could let out a word of protest she was inside of Xzaar's room."Wow it's been along time since I've been alone with a boy."Airy said looking through one of Ken's magazines."I guess we should be getting back to the cave."Xzaar said taking his shirt off.Airy quickly found herself blushing as she quickly turned away.But she soon turned back around to get yet another peak."Um Xzaar aren't you going to go in the other room and change." "Sorry I kinda forgot"Xzaar said blushing alittle in the cheeks.He quickly changed and was ready to go."Iguess we should be leaving now."Xzaar said grabbing one of Ken's small backpacks.They left the house and were walking together when suddenly this feeling as if she had something important to do came over her something telling her she had to report to college."Xzaar you've been in this world longer than I have and you are in contact with your host so tell me what is college?"
“Oh, hopefully there will not be any accidents, but what are the odds a thing like that would happen…?” A broad, devious grin spread across her face, eyes giving a scheming sparkle. Seeing Khimaria start to glower, she calmed herself down, gaining an aloof appearance. “Do not fear, I will not kill him Khimaria. I do not mutilate ‘tools’.”
Yuri could hold a grudge for a good decade or two and until Xornon proved his worth that was all he would ever be to her. She bowed her head before taking her leave, now outside the tomb with the waiting Xornon. Leaning back to an adjacent wall, she closed her eyes in thought. “Help me out here. There are possibly a million humans within the province. I have no scent or spies to track me to the woman I’m in search of. And,” Opening a frustrated hazel eye, she frowned. “I have around a week or to be precise, four days until she must die or I will have to wait another year,” Both eyes open, she steepled her fingers overhead, heels clicking towards the entrance. “So tell me, what ideas do you have for me? What possible way can I accomplish such a task?”
“Phonebook,” answered Xornon quietly, hands buried in pants pockets. Seeing Yuri’s bewildered expression, he clarified. “It’s a huge book listing the numbers and addresses of mostly everyone within the area. Not unless they have a blocked number but yeah, that’s it.”
Now out in the developing storm, white flurries carried by zephyrs and into Yuri’s cheek causing the smallest of shivers, she zipped up her jacket. “So where is this ‘phonebook’?”
“Homes, hotels, libraries, or a good old fashioned phone booth if you can find one of those…”
Yuri flicked out her forefinger as she started to walk. “I am not going to your home,” She flicked out her second and third finger. “I am not certain what a hotel or of this ‘phone booth’ you speak of,” She balled her fingers up into a fist, letting her memory guide her back to the train station. She raised an eyebrow in Xornon’s direction. “However, I am not a complete lost cause and I do know what a library is. Please, if you will, take me there.”
Knowing he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter, Xornon guided her to a library in the mainstream of the city, few patrons dwelling in the brightly lit building. Yuri could only blink as she walked past the clickity clacks of keyboards, bright screens holding strange shapes and visuals. Sticking close to Xornon out of her discomfort, only the thousands bordering on millions of books, old and new, wide and thin, only the strange familiarity of it all managed to bring her out of her stunned and wondering state.
Shaking away her apprehension, she asked. “Again, where is this phonebook? And curiosity begs me to ask…what is a lawyer?”
Xornon explained out to Yuri what a lawyer was, retrieving a big yellowing book as he did so. Dusting it off, he opened it, starting his search for Yuri’s target, Yuri propping herself up against a circular wooden table, keeping each face she saw in mind. Her thoughts started to wander into the past, on dramatics and affairs, though, before it could grow into a full blown flashback, Xornon waved a hand in front of her face. “Earth to Yuri.”
She hissed in response, displeased at her interrupted reverie. Snatching his hand out the air, she asked coolly. “You have found where this Walsh character lives or was that some form of death wish?”
“The first one,” replied Xornon, gently starting to pull his hand from her hold. She released him, he heading to the entrance of the library. “Let’s go.”
Sighing, Yuri hopped off the table, following Xornon for the next half hour through a variety of neighborhoods, he explaining every odd object they bumped into every so often. Finally reaching an apartment complex, Yuri marched up to her victim’s door, rapping her fists heavily against the painted black. Perceiving the strange look received from Xornon, she shrugged. “I am an assassin, this much is true. But there’s nothing like a spontaneous killing. Having her open the door…just so I could slit her throat.” A vicious smile appeared at the end of her sentence.
“HEY!!”
The two vampires stared upwards sharply, Yuri holding back the temptation to fling her knife through the throat of the caller. It was a middle aged man, balding and with a wooden cane. Standing on the terrace of the second floor, he smiled down interested to the two individuals. “Looking for Miss Sarah?”
Yuri and Xornon shared a glanced, Yuri deciding to speak. “Yes, as a matter of fact, we are. I have business I need to conduct with her. Considering she is not home, would you mind telling us just where she might be?”
“Ah, missy, its business hours. She’s at her office. I could write down the address but I need my glasses first to-”
“There is no need,” interrupted Yuri coldly. “If you can, just dictate the address. My companion here will keep it in memory…sir.” She figured she should show a little respect to an elder, even if she was centuries older.
Shouting out the location of Sarah’s business, condemning her in less than three sentences, Yuri smirked her thanks, walking out the complex with Xornon by her side. She extended a hand, letting him lead but before she could continue after, she felt her vision darken…
--mind trip--
Simone scowled in Yuri’s direction, drying out her hair. “Hey, suggestion! If you’re gonna put someone to sleep, don’t do it while they’re in a pool of WATER!” shouted Simone, clearing water from her nose.
Exhaling heavily, Yuri gave a dangerous glare. “Child, what do you want? I do not appreciate these interruptions.”
“Ya ya, this’ll be quick, promise,” mumbled Simone as a guarantee. Waving her hand across the empty space in the background, a few dozen images zoomed by. Simone stopped the prime image. She smiled to Yuri. “I happen to know a little of your plan for the lady. Very weird pattern of killing peeps but to the point. I know you’re not going to kill her just yet but if you’re going to see her for the first time, try a disguise, eh?” Simone opened her hands, the doors of the shop doing the same. “This place is three blocks away from the building. Have fun. Use debit. Oh and, don’t go too crazy…” pleaded Simone rather uselessly. Rolling her eyes, she snapped her fingers, putting herself to sleep.
--return—
Waking from her standing dream, Yuri increased her pace to catch up to Xornon. Taking on Simone’s suggestion, she stopped by the store, a half hour later, coming out a new person. Wearing a fire red waist length wig, red gloss, Donatella Versace shades, a mini-skirt accompanied with fishnet stockings but same boots, shirt and jacket, Yuri purred at her reflection. “I hate it…but at the same time, it amuses me.”
She started to head in the direction of the law firm, Xornon grabbing her arm. Stopping, she gave a scowl, Xornon lowering orange eyes to her black boots. “We can’t go in packing…” Yuri’s expression turned blank. “I mean, we can’t go in with our weapons. They have metal detectors in places like that.”
“Metal detectors…” muttered Yuri. Not needing an explanation for those, she calmly removed a dagger from each boot along with several scattered within her inner coat pockets. Hiding her –along with Xornon’s- equipment behind a nearby alley, the two walked into the building opposite them, going through routine scanning before able to reach the front desk.
Just before she reached the table, Yuri leaned up to Xornon and whispered. “Do me a favor. If you can, create a diversion while I’m with my victim. If you can,” Leaving it at that, she lowered her shades at the reception table, asking in a shockingly gentle voice to an oriental secretary. “Excuse me, is there a Miss Sarah Walsh around here? It is very urgent that I speak with her…” Feeling a tap on her shoulder, she turned, expecting Xornon.
In back of her was a light woman, blonde hair in a trim bun with a single strand dangling in front to compliment pert green eyes. Left hand holding a Louis Vuitton purse, she extended her right hand to Yuri with a feigned smile. “Hello, I’m Ms. Walsh,” Shaking her hand, she turned to Xornon, smile growing coy as she shook his hand slowly. “How may I be of assistance?”
Such a pretty little thing…shame she’ll be dead quite soon, Feeling a strange sense of irritation at the woman’s attention still on Xornon, she snapped her fingers, Sarah whipping her gaze back in her direction. “Yes, over here, back to me.”
Blushing, Sarah let go of Xornon’s hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you two were together-”
Yuri snorted, crossing her arms disdainfully. “Trust and believe, we are not. He is my…brother,” lied Yuri, the only good explanation she could come up. Putting back on her friendly disposition, she gave a small smile. “I’m sorry, I’ve just been having a bad day. Anyway,” Brushing a strand of ruby behind a pierced ear, she sighed disheartened. “I have a case and I think you would be best to talk with…but can we do so in private?”
“Of course, though this IS my lunch break,” commented Sarah in a strained tone. She walked Yuri to the elevator, turning back to Xornon who had started a conversation with a strange all-white wearing individual. Sarah nudged Yuri in the side. “Your brother coming along for the ride or…”
“Xornon, are you coming?” Called out Yuri, tapping her foot in impatience. She waited as he quickly made his way back to the two femmes. All three beings inside the box, Sarah sent the elevator up onto her floor, motioning the two ‘siblings’ into her room...
*continuation
Resting her purse on a rectangular desk, she sat behind it wearily, Xornon standing to the back and Yuri sitting on a plain burgundy chair. Folding her hands onto the table, Yuri began. “I didn’t get to formerly introduce myself but my name is Aurora Avwyoire. A friend of the family mentioned you in good praise for my dilemma so…” She bit a nail in despair. “I would like to file assault/battery charges against a Carlos Rivera. He’s…he’s, I didn’t want to say but he’s been too violent to me lately, even giving me a scratch across my face. And then when my brother confronted him…he,” She glanced back to Xornon teary eyed. “He assaulted my brother with a knife, three deep gashes in his chest,” Yuri almost started to laugh at her act but continued with tears running heavily down her cheeks. “Then, he did so much as to burn his wounds closed, I, I just need help!” She let out a choked sob, burying her head in her hands as her shoulders started to shake from her silent laughter.
“Miss Avwyoire,” said Sarah sympathetically. “Do you have detailed-” A loud crash cut her off, Xornon standing by the remnants of what was once a beautiful baby blue vase. He started to apologize, cleaning up the broken shards. Sarah bolted out of her seat instantly to help him, giving a reassuring smile, lashes batting innocently. “That’s alright, Xornon, she called you? Eh, don’t worry too much on it, I hated this thing any-”
Yet another interruption, this time by the phone in the wall. Yuri jumped up at hearing the high pitched wail of the phone, Xornon motioning her back into her seat cautiously. Complying, she sat back down reluctantly as Sarah took her call.
“Now…? But I’m currently seeing someone. Surely this can-, yes, I know. But I didn’t,” Sarah yanked the phone from her ear, groaning frustrated to the ceiling. Nostrils flaring, she spoke hastily into the phone. “I’ll be there in two minutes,” Slamming the phone onto its receiver, she turned to her two clients with a small smile. “Sorry, but I just have to retrieve a package at the front desk. Please be patient.” Opening her door, she jetted out the room.
Yuri massaged her heart, laughter fueled tears still rolling down her face. “That was convenient.”
Closing the door behind the young lawyer, Xornon crossed his arms, his back to the door. “No, that was my diversion.”
“I do not know exactly what you did…but clever,” complimented Yuri, clearing her vision with the back of her hand. Opening Sarah’s purse, she carefully started to take out its contents, pausing in scrutiny at a CD case. “It seems you humans have managed to grow almost vampire like in appearance over the past eons…”
Wondering what she was referring to, Xornon peered over her shoulder to the picture. “It’s makeup….” Seeing Yuri’s confusion, he said flatly. “The stuff you put on in the costume shop. A variety of people wear it.”
“Right…” Yuri pulled the rich wig from her head. Raven hair flowing about her form, gray strands falling in front, she propped herself up on the table, hands still rummaging through the woman’s purse. “So what can you deduce from that?”
Xornon dropped the CD back into the bag. “That’s Miss Sarah here is into heavy metal…”
“That’s not the only thing she’s into…” muttered Yuri dryly, gaze in the deep brown bag. Taking out two small stubs, one missing its other half, she looked up to Xornon. “What, pray tell, is this?”
“Small concert at a club, hour long, tonight. Then from there, the night’s young…” Xornon shrugged. “Guess she’s a clubber.”
“Really….” Zipping shut the classy bag, Yuri exited the room with Xornon in tow, inquisitive glint to her eyes. “Humor me, just what exactly was your diversion…?”
Keeping his gaze ahead, he gave a toothy smile in response.
--Main Lobby—
Sarah stood frustrated by the front desk, holding her breath at the repulsive scent coming from her package. In front of her stood a tall man in all white, a caterer, one who was highly susceptible to bribes and trickery if the price was right, and if the person pissed him off enough. And Miss Sarah had just happened to insult one of his dishes at a previous luncheon. What could he say? Payback’s a b*tch.
Stomping a two inch heel, she threw daggers under matching emerald to the man. “I told you, for the last time, I did not order this. You have no official record, no rec-”
He pulled from his pocket a thin paper. “But I do have a receipt. You paid for it in advance.”
Balling up her fists, Sarah tried to keep her cool, the night before her being the one thing keeping her optimistic. Though, when he continuously tried to shove the leaking package into her hands, she lost all professionalism right there and then. “I told you, I’m not taking the package! Just what in the hell would I want with 50 f*cking,” She threw the package off the table, it skidding across the marble floor. “Bloody chicken livers?!?
--Back to the duo--
Into an alleyway, the two having exited the building through a side door, Xornon reequipped himself, Yuri pulling on denim jeans, then sliding the mini skirt over her pants. Sliding each dagger into its respective holding place, she thought about the situation.
Thankfully, she had Simone’s authentic-esque fake identification, her ID card to the world. Tonight seemed the best time to kill her target, but they would have to be properly dressed for the affair. ‘They’ as in Xornon would be taking her to the…was it called a concert? Whatever it was Sarah would be attending, they would be there. It wasn’t only that she needed a guide but she was starting not to mind his company.
Watching with a smirk as Xornon hid his weaponry, once he stood upright, she narrowed her eyes. Flicking the ripped stub in Xornon’s direction, she arched a brow. “Shall we go clubbing?”
OOC: Okay, I havent read all the other posts yet, but I will start my character away from every one elses and slowly build his current story so as to read the other posts before I get too involved with the rest of you. If you are christian by the way, you'll probably hate the start of this post, but hey, if you dont like it, youre free to direct me to the highest cliff and inform me to jump. Any lyrics I use are no way intended to offend, though they may, and I have no intention of ripping off any real songs...lol...I cant write lyrics for crap anyway, so they will be limited.
"FEED HIM! Crucifix through the Heart, beating kebab in it's Holy crimson sauce, FEEEEEEEEEED...
Christians to the Fire!
Darkness arise!
Christians to the Fire!
Eat them Aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive!"
Orion's fingers played across the strings of his Bass to Vorgal's growled lyrics with the furocity of a madman, yet with pure expertise formed by over twelve years experience playing the instrument in Balck Metal bands. They were into their thrid song, and twenty odd minutes of furious, headbanging baas playing had long since cause his make up and eye shadow to run with the litres of sweat that oozed from every pore. But he cared little, for he knew it would only add to the ghoulish, demonic effect he liked to portray.
Vorgal finished off the lyrics to one of thier fans most loved songs, Christians to the Fire, with one last hellacious growl and Orion finished with and furiously paced and mind numbing riff, Dante's thundering drumming rounding out the song, seemingly almost shaking the Underground club to the ground in the process.
Taking a deep breath of much needed, albeit smoke filled air, Orion accepted the bottle of water thrown his way by a stage technician and slammed the five hundred mill's down in about three seconds flat. His ice blue eyes scanned the joint, taking in proudly, the fact that the place was so packed he was surprised they hadn't been shut down because it had become a serious fire hazard. He shook his head, scoffing inwardly, this was the underground scene, these headbangers would keep on headbanging if the very walls were burning down around them.
Orion's brow furrowed as a stirring began in the back of his mind, and he relaxed, letting the prescence come forth.
I must thank you for your knowledge, my friend Orion bethought the prescence.
I am not your f*****g friend you body snatching mother...
Curb your mouth, human, and be satisfied that I have let you co-exist with me
Let me, the presence scoffed. Without me, you wouldn't be playing in the greatest Black Metal band of this age. Speaking of which, b*stard, you are on.
Orion started, quickly pushing the presence into the back of his mind and preparing his fingers for a night of seriously furious riffs. It was time to rock the house once again.
((hmm, didn't come out that easily or brilliantly, but It'll have to do, sorry, bloody tired))
(Later that night, for the duo anyway)
Xornon stood against the back wall of the concert hall. The band up front was sending everyone into a riotous frenzy. Xornon hadn't gotten the bands name, but he heard someone say the song they had just finished was something like "Burning Christians" or "Christians in the Fire", or something of the sort. They were good, not Xornon's favorite type, but they knew how to play.
He had ot hand it to Yuri, this would be the best time to kill the lawyer. In a place like this, anything could happen, even a death. The underground club was definatly beyond illegal. Xornon wouldn't have been surprised if the walls didn't fall with the thumping of the bass.
Which lead X to another thought. The bass player had an unusual aroma about him. With all the other smells in the building though, he couldn't make it out. Now all the two vampires had to do now was wait for the lawyer to show up. It baffled Xornon that a woman of her proffesion would show up here, but this was where the tickets lead them, so this is where she would die.
((hope you don't mind midnite or Decom. Brings our characters together with decoms, or at least close to his, and also gets us clubing. Hope I didn't ruin anything))
Xzaar could hear Ken laughing in amusement at Airy's last statement."What is college.Ha thats rich"Ken said holding his sides as he continued to laugh at even harder."Well I don't mean to interupt anything but I qould like to know what exactly is college?"Xzaar asked somewhat puzzled. "College is an institution of learning.Where people go to further thier studies in a specific field of expertise." Ken said sounding more serious. "So if I wish to learn or get an "education" I have to go to a college."Xzaar said still sounding somewhat confused. "Yeah but you cant just go walking in there expecting to just start learning. first you have to apply and once you have been exepted you have to either pay money for the intuition or you have to get a scholarship." Ken said sitting down and pulling a book off the shelf in the library with his mind. "Thank you you have been a great help as always"Xzaar said returning back to reality. "So what is college" Airy asked once again. "Its an institutoin of learning that you must apply to and pay some sort of money to go to." Xzaar said slowly so that he wouldnt have to repeat it. "So some sort of feeling in this body is giving me this feeling to go a place where I have to pay to learn? Only humans would do something that stupid as to pay to learn something that they should already have known." Airy said stuffing her hands into her coat pockets. Xzaar suddenly noticed that the conversation he was having with Airy had greatly distracted him as they had passed thier turn son time ago.As Xzaar turned to tell Airy of the news he found her sniffing the airas if she smelt something." Do you smell it?" airy asked getting somewhat excited. "Smell it?" Xzaar asked as he began to sniff the air. He smelt something sweet as if it had just been baked and taken out of the oven. "What is that?" Airy asked amazed and Xzaar followed her finger and turned around to see a giant a wheel spinning around with people actually on it. He also saw plenty of bright lights. "I want to go there" Airy said not taking her eyes off of the lights. "What about the cave? I think we should be getting back to at least report to Khimaria" Xzaar said somewhat reluctant to go with her. "Come on we won't be very long I just want to see it up close"Airy said tugging at Xzaar's arm. "Alright but we'll only stay for a little while." Xzaar said as he and Airy began to head towards the bright lights. As they approached the flashing bright lights there was a bright banner Airy then stopped to read it. "Car-ni-v-al" Airy read the flashing banner slowly. Airy turned around to face Xzaar and he just knew what she was going to ask him. "Xzaar tell me what is a carnival" Airy asked. Xzaar thought about asking Ken but seeing as how he has bothered him enough lately he just left the matter. "I have no idea I guess we'll find out together" Xzaar said shrugging his shoulders.
ooc: Are we trying to make all of us meet up or just the three of you guys?
((OOC: No, Xornon, I don’t mind at all…I mean, really, you don’t think I made Yuri’s target a clubber outta the blue now, do ya? 😖hifty: But I hope you don’t mind too terribly Decomp…))
Upon entering the underground club, the first thing that struck Yuri -besides the intensity of smoke clouding the air and seizure inducing velocity of flashing lights- was the pulse pounding music, every sound amplified tenfold, reaching her ears in a kamikaze of noise. She felt herself cringe, her senses not use to such an abusive level of music, but she soon allowed herself to go with the flow, numbing down her senses to a human level.
Standing in a torn pair of tight black leather pants, silver chain adorning the waist and pockets, accompanied with traditional black heels, leather jacket and sheer top, she found she didn’t feel to out of place in her style. And the spiked collar and bracelets was a nice touch, the silver ring on each finger improving a punch. Not bad at all… Of course, this was all not taking into consideration the fact she’d freeze her ass off on the way back.
Slowly starting to enjoy herself, her target out of mind, Xornon in the background, Yuri scorned at a comment that had popped into her head courtesy of Simone. I swear I’m going to kill you for this, a laugh after that then, You have no idea…
Deciding to see what the rather troublesome youth’s problem was, Yuri pushed herself through the crowd and to the wall, closing her eyes and slipping into a daze…
---mind trip---
Yuri scanned the mind of Simone, the scenario dark. It was all a reflection of the youth’s mood so it probably wasn’t a good sign. An eye roll appeared, she clapping only twice and causing the youth to emerge from the darkness. She frowned. “Did I not put you to sle-”
“The music woke me up,” cut off Simone, hazel holding a malicious glare. Her brow twitched slightly. “Remember, though you took over my body, I’m still an entity inside of it. But…” She laughed, strained. “Tell me…just what the f*ck are we doing here?! Out of all the goddamn clubs, all the music you could be listening, all the things you could be doing,” She gritted her teeth, hands running through her hair frustrated. “Things you could be doing, shit, all you’ve done so far is kill people an-”
“I take it you do not enjoy the music?” interrupted Yuri inquisitively, drumming a rhythm against her arm, holding back hasty tendencies from the teen’s disrespect.
“Oh, really?!?” asked Simone heavily in sarcasm. She gasped. “I wonder what gave it away? The, ‘I’m going to kill you for this’ or ‘what the f*ck are we doing here’ which you have yet to freaking answer!”
Yuri narrowed her eyes to Simone, tiger yellow glowing brilliantly. Raising back her hand, she slapped the youth hard across the cheek, clasping her jaw one handed before Simone could even massage her partially swollen face. She tilted her head with a dangerous stare and said. “Listen to me, child. I am here because it is my job. Like it or not, and I know you don’t, but like it or not, I will extinguish my target(s) with your body until either God strikes me down or my immortality card expires. Accept it now or go to hell.” Sneering, she pushed the youth away, burying her nails into her palm so as to not kill Simone.
Tears brimming her eyes, Simone scowled as she rubbed her cheek. “I know this is at the risk of sounding clichéd, but don’t think you’re going to get away with this. You think I’ll just be in a blissful-”
“Sleep?” finished Yuri, hands now holding the teen’s face. Her cruel expression softened, she displaying an almost motherly affection. “No…sleep is not enough to restrain you. It is a nuisance, mind you, but it proves you are not as inferior as you seem. While I do like that quality, I can not risk a hint of your morals creeping into my actions…so instead, I will let you dream. I will not bother you, nothing outside of your mortal life in danger will disturb you, and you will no longer hold the power to drag me from this vessel. As you have figured, you have no choice in the matter, but it will only last for four to seven days. From there, it will all be your decision to wake.”
Simone shivered, uncomfortable at the mandatory choice. Seeing Yuri start to act, she said. “A request, at least take my yearbook pics for me on Wednesday, that’s all I ask…please.” She finished shakily, on edge.
Sliding a hand to Simone’s neck, Yuri whispered into her ear shortly. “Request granted,” Both hands around her neck, she squeezed. “Now dream, Simone,” A small crack was heard, not of Yuri breaking her neck but a move that rendered her unconscious. Catching the youth as she fell, she murmured to the comatose femme. “Dream…”
---return---
Coming to, Yuri found herself get pushed to the left, the sidelines not even safe from the chaotic nature of the unruly crowd. She frowned at the second push that came, dodging the third one and knocking out the cause with a swift blow to the nose. Preparing to punch the next overly aggressive clubber, only Xornon catching her arm brought her out of her brawler mind state. She shouted over the bass. “What?!”
Xornon loosened his hold. “No offense, but calm down!”
“None taken, instinctive attack.” Lowering her arm, she scanned the crowd. “You’ve seen Sarah?!”
He gave a nod. “She came in while you were daydreaming, even brought a friend. She moved herself to the front!”
“Lucky, you now have your own little target,” commented Yuri with a toothy smile, tapping him lightly on his shoulder. Attention forward, she began her way through the sweaty mass, pushing and pulling past hundreds, eyeing each face she passed along the way. Now to the front, her eyes wandered to the band, Yuri…afraid? No, startled, startled at the three on stage. It was one in particular that stayed in memory, ghastly pale face, completely macabre in sight, she was instantly reminded of some demonic entity from tales of lore.
Staring, an elbow to her shoulder brought her to. Yuri blinked, then chuckled at a realization. It was what Xornon had mentioned earlier…make-up. Shaking her head with a small smile, she averted her gaze from the clear cerulean on an ethereal figure, attention on a blond bob in the crowd.
Evading the movement of the crowd as if she’d been doing it all her life, she managed her way deftly pass the crowd and to her target. Hair pulled back in a frizzy pony, black halter and glossy black lipstick, she was surprised that this was the same woman who had greeted her so friendly –if not fakely- only hours earlier. The same woman that she would be killing oh so very soon.
Walking towards Sarah with sharpened nails, she extended her hands upwards as she brushed past, the lawyer touching her cheek at the unseen scratch placed on her face. Pulling back her somewhat bloodied hand, she shrugged it off, laughing as she continued on with her friend.
Now to the opposite wall, eerily illuminated hazel grilling into the victim, Yuri formed her second twisted smile for the day. She already knew exactly how she would go about killing her, exactly where her body would lay. She crossed her arms, psychotic leer changing to a sneer. “All in due time…”
"Tell me! Are there any christians here tonight?!" Even though it came as no surprise to Orion, the raction to Vorgal's simple question still managed to stun him. The club, which only moment before was so racause in appreciation for the song they had just completed, fell so completely silent that Orion could swear he heard the splashes as beads of sweat dripped from his face onto the stage.
Vorgal cuckled evilly. "Just as I thought!" He growled. "Now Tell me! Are you ready to kick some f*****g ass?!" The silence was shattered by a resounding and thunderous chorus of YES! Cupping a hand around his ear, Vorgal leant towards the front of the stage. "I said, are you ready to kick some f*****g ass!"
As the crowed roared again, Vorgal nooded his head vigorously, eyes going wide in a maniacle fashion as he clenched his teeth in a mean grimance. "Then bang your f*****g head with the horsemen..." the crowd screamed in anticipation of the inevitable announcement as to what they were about to play.
"Apocalypse Thundeeeeeeeeeeeeeer!"
As Dante began his rythmic thumping to immitate the thunder of hoof beats, Orion bethought the prescence at the back of his mind. This is the last?
Song? Yes. Why? Weak as piss are we?
Orion scowled at the question, the crowed reacting to his facial expression by screaming louder, those at the front reaching a hand towards him, as if touching him was worth something precious to them.
I am not used to such strenuous activity he replied quickly, before pushing the presence away and beginning to move his fingers in a blur of motion across the strings of his bass. As he reached the hight of his first riff, he almost faltered as he picked up a familiar and unwanted sense in the room, something he hadn't felt since before his great slumber. With ultimate concentration he managed not to falter and ruin their so far flawless live show and sent part of his conscious scouring the room.
Finding nothing, he grimaced harder than he usually did whilst playing. He knew what that sesne was. Almost a scent on the nose, almost a taste on the tongue...almost, but not quite either. There were Vampires in the building, he could tell. So could the presence in his head apparently, for it writhed and squirmed and resisted his control, something it had not done since he successfully calmed it.
Orion forced himelf to concentrate on the music, not the presences he felt, only to find that they had finished the song without him even realising it. The crowd was going more wild than ever, if such a thing was possible, and Vorgal was thanking them for being dark souled, headbanging mother f***ers.
The massive six foot, nine inch tall Dante had walked up behind him and now lent down, resting his head on Orion's shoulder, a nasty grimace on his face, playing up the crowd
"Overwhelming, eh? We are the lords of underground music and one step away from immortality." The big drummer smiled into Orion's ear. "You f*****g lost it there. You have to tell me how you did that, your mind was so far gone it wasn't funny. I could see it in your eyes when you turned around and screamed at me like a madman..."
Orion didn't remember doing any such thing.
"...and you played beter than any f*****g demon from hell could have hoped to play." Dante chuckled as he pushed away, "I sometimes wonder if you are human at all."
As his bandmate walked to the front of the stage, Orion reflected on those words. He suddenly hoped Dante would stop wondering. He didn't want an excuse to kill one of the two men he had silently vowed would never feel his bite.
Orion swallowed hard, pushing the thoughts away and, at the urging of the presence within his mind, stepped forth to bask in his glory.
Concert now at its end, the crowd exploded, loud screams echoing in Yuri's ears. She gave a half grin, possibly the only person casually against the wall. Smiling snidely, she watched as each member received their praise, her eyes focused on the one member who had seemed to lose themselves. Just something about the ghoulish player...something a bit off. What, she couldn't place her finger on, couldn't grab a scent. I do not understand...
Now frowning, Yuri slid from the wall, dodging the barely dispersing crowd and just managing to find her way back to Xornon, occasionally grinding a heel or two into any foot in her way. Shaking his shoulder to grab his attention, music now blaring from speakers set up in key areas of the club, Yuri shouted to be heard. "Xornon, I will be away momentarily. Now is as good a time as ever to..." she stopped herself when seeing Xornon looking past her, orange eyes glued to the stage. "What is it?"
"It's strange," shouted back Xornon, eyes never moving. "I detect something strange from the bass player. What, I'm not certain. You?" He asked her for an opinion.
She brooded for a second. Rolling her eyes, she leaned her shoulder to the wall. "Do you, by chance, remember our first encounter? I could not even tell if you were vampiric until I took in your scent. I can detect my kin no problem but because I am still in this human vessel my senses have yet to come back to me and until..." She turned her gaze upwards in thought. "Give or take until another hour or so, I have about as much vampire senses as an enhanced human. I can still do my job quite well but..." She arched her brow. "How about this? We can check out the...bass player? We shall investigate him after I complete my task. I could always do with a little dessert..." She gave a small cackle.
Xornon made a skeptical expression. "And what if he isn't human? Maybe even vampire..."
Her laughter ceased, both brows furrowing. Yuri shrugged. "I could always screw around. Killing is not the only thing I am good at."
"What?!"
Yuri smirked down to the ground. "I was attempting a joke but obviously I should just stick to my job. If he is a...vampire -like you- then I guess he will receive the same punishment. A few good scratches or two...or three..." She smiled devilishly, licking a fang as she noticed Sarah parting from her brunette friend and sprinting past several to a door at the far end of the club.
Yuri cracked her knuckles. "If you will excuse me, I have business to conduct..." Smiling, she started to dodge her way through the crowd, following after her soon to be victim...
While Yuri walked away, Xornon stared at the bass player. He was definately vampire. Now that the crowd was gone, the scent of his kind was strong. He walked to the front of the room and stopped at the foot of some stairs leading onto the stage.
"Excuse me, bass player." The man didn't react. Xornon called two more times before he resulted to walking up on stage. He was instantly called out by a rather large bouncer.
"Excuse me sir, but you can't be on stage," the man said, obviously tired, and not in a good mood. His respect was obviously forced.
"I just need to have a word with the bass player."
"Orion, or anyone else from the band for that matter, won't be signing autograph tonight. So please step off the stage." The large man was getting more and more frustrated by the second. Xornon could care less, he just continued walking towards who the bouncer had called Orion.
With a rough shove, the bouncer caught Xornon off balance and sent him sprawling off the stage. "I said leave."
Xornon cocked an eyebrow and smiled broadly. Walking back up the stairs, Xornon stood toe to toe with the bouncer. "And I said I need to talk to Orion." As the large man lifted his hand to shove Xornon again, X quickly grabbed the man by his wrist and twisted his arm behind his back roughly, and then pulled, ripping the tendons in his shoulder. The bouncer let out a bellow of pain and ran off the stage, holding his now limp arm.
Xornon turned to see the band staring at him. With a shrug, X walked over to the bass player. Putting his face close to Orion ear, X spoke quietly. "I know what you are, Orion, and you know what I am. I would like a word with you in private in the bar section as soon as you done here."
With that, Xornon walked over to the bar and ordered a whiskey. He had grown fond of the drink through the years, and had realized that it did not have the same drunken affect on him, as it did humans. Xornon now turned his attention to Yuri as she walked towards Sarah. She truely was good at her job. Sarah would never know what hit her. But then again, maybe she would. Yuri would probably enjoy letting Sarah know who it was that was killing her. Xornon shook his head and smiled. He only hoped that one day they would get along. They were two of the same mold, and would kick some serious human ass if they worked together.
Airy looked over at Xzaar as they walked up to a booth. Starting to walk past they were stopped by a security guard."Excuse me sir and ma'am but you do have to pay before you can come inside." "Oh I'm sorry"Airy said not having any idea what he meant by "pay". "Let me see your purse." Xzaar asked with his hand held out. "My what?" Airy asked looking at Xzaar confused. "The thing on your shoulder" Xzaar said pointing at her shoulder. And without hesitation Airy snatched the purse off her shoulder and handed it to Xzaar. He then took out some money and handed it to the lady at the ticket booth and pulled Airy inside with him. Inside Airy looked around amazed at the rides and all of the activities that she could do. "This looks so fun"Airy said looking around as if she were a little kid going to a carnival for the first time."Calm down Airy we wont be here for long"Xzaar said not to impressed with what he saw."Being a human is going to be more fun than I actually thought." Airy said walking up to the huge spinning wheel that she'd been eyeing the whole time."I would like to ride this ride"Airy said standing infront of the entrance to get on the ride."Do you even know how to get on."Xzaar questioned walking up to the ride."Come on get on"Airy said pulling Xzaar onto the wheel with her.AFter sitting down for a couple of seconds the wheel started to turn slowly as they went up into the air."The air is so fresh and crisp up her"Airy said inhaling deeply."Thank god its over"Xzaar said jumping out brfore it could come to a complete stop."Look Airy I know that you are enjoying this but we have to go.It grows later and Khimaria is definately expecting me back from the walk I was supposed to have taken hours ago."Xzaar said walking towards the exit."OK you win I'll come you but you will take me back here"Airy said as she continued to walk but she stopped as she saw a little girl on the ground crying."What wrong"Airy asked kneeling beside her."I dropped my cotton candy and when I stopped to get it I slipped and fell landing on my elbow"the little blonde girl said choking in between sobs."Lets me see"Airy asked gently taking the elbow.She then put her hand over it and started to heel it with a yellow-golden glowing light. Soon the sure disappered and the girl smiled a toothless smile."Thank you miss"the girl said running off.Airy just smiled to herself then stopped when she saw Xzaar standing over her."And you say that I'm sympathetic"Xzaar said shaking his head.
(sorry guys but I have to go)
Pushing in the thin silver door beneath a myriad of lights, Yuri entered into a strange room. To her side was a counter with a hollowed out circular center, silver knobs to the left and right. A partially cracked mirror made up the wall, reflection hazy under dim lights and grey smoke choking the air. Six neat navy blue stalls made up each side, one individual stall towards the end. From the first stall, a flushed couple burst fourth, walking past Yuri, hand in hand.
Paying no mind to the snuggling pair, Yuri squinted, positive that she’d find what she’d came for…or to be more precise, she’d find whom she came for. Smiling, she drawled out a name. “Sarah…?” She pushed open the first stall, finding only a weird porcelain device and a tissue dispenser.
“Trace?” Sarah’s voice came from a stall, though from which one, Yuri couldn’t tell. A zipper was heard, along with a small yawn. “Voice sounds different, were you screaming that loud?”
Yuri scoffed, pushing open a second empty stall. “Spare me, only so few things can make me scream let alone loud…” At the end of her comment, a third stall being forcefully swung open, she felt a tension start to develop in the air.
Sarah gulped, risking a word. “Traci…?”
Slowly becoming frustrated at her fourth empty booth, Yuri stayed her hand on the metal panel of the fifth booth. “Not quite…Sarah. I am afraid you mistake my identity. I am Yuri…” She peeked through the crack of the fifth door, but to her annoyance found no inhabitant. “You would take care to learn that name well, Lady Sarah.”
Cautiously pulling up a large metal zipper that had snagged onto her stockings earlier in the evening, Sarah narrowed her eyes. She started to attempt a peek out of curiosity but common sense told her otherwise. Growing uneasy from the sound of swinging doors and the woman who knew her name, she examined the scrubby bathroom as she said, “Listen, if this is about me defending some guy that got off after he raped you or your family member or whatever, taking…revenge against me wouldn’t make any sense. I just do my job too well-”
“As do I, Miss Sarah,” A twisted smile formed at her sixth booth, Yuri having figured out just where her target lay. Now it was all a matter of building suspense. She trailed her fingers along the seventh door. “You defend the guilty and corrupt…I destroy them. Though, I have heard…death is not so bad.”
Her eyes widened, hand on a thick rectangular glass. Sarah bit her lip before frowning. “If death isn’t so bad, why don’t you just die?!”
“Because I am a dealer of death, not a martyr!” Yuri kicked open the seventh stall, a loud racket echoing in the small room. “I would have died for my cause, I almost did. But now…I’m here to stay. And as long as I’m here, my job will be done. In other words, it’s time to die…”
“F*ck off, death isn’t on my schedule,” shouted Sarah boldly. A cold breeze was felt after the end off her statement. “Must be out of your goddamn mind!”
Yuri closed her eyes, frowning heavily. Marching past the five remaining stalls, she stopped outside the last one to the back, lucky thirteen. With a roar, she lunged out a fist to the entrance, flimsy wooden door crashing into the toilet bowl. Sarah was no longer in the small booth. Eyes darting sideways, she saw only a dirtied open glass window, snow and cold gently sweeping into the restroom. Purring, she smiled. “Lovely…”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Adjusting her thin halter top over her scratched waist, Sarah let out as a shiver as she ventured the alleyway. She wasn’t certain just where she had landed herself but any place was better than with a potentially psycho b*tch who wanted her dead. Wishing she had a Marlboro to keep her company, she wrapped her hands tighter around herself, scowling. “Knew I should’ve brought my purse with me, at least I could have pepper-sprayed whoever the hell that was…”
Letting out a second violent shiver from the frozen droplets striking her bare skin, she turned a corner, jumping at the creak of a fire escape in the wind. Releasing a warm breath, she laughed at herself. “Please, she’s probably still kicking open stalls…” she stopped, a whisper in the air. She concentrated to make out the word playing in the wind.
“Sarraahhh….”
She almost froze in her spot. Taking a shaky breath, Sarah quickened her pace through the area. The voice spoke again, clearly through the night. “I will admit, that was a clever, if not predictable, move you pulled back there.”
“Who the hell?!?” It was all she could sputter, all Sarah could manage, livid and terrified both at the same time, the female’s voice arising from everywhere and nowhere, all around but nowhere in sight.
“I have already told you, I am Yu-”
“Yeah, I got your name, that’s not what the hell I meant! Who are you, what do you want with me?! Revenge, what?!” She normally never got scared, always able to keep calm under extreme cases and situations but for some reason she found she couldn’t control a quaver that had entered her tone.
“I am an advocate of death, the Reaper’s nameless helper, a cleaner if you will…but I am more commonly known as an assassin,” A screech was heard, nails grating against metal. “Revenge…that is truly laughable. If that were the case, the human race would have died out eons ago. Although, a family member of yours, a hundred odd years ago, they did do something unforgivable. They did not like me for what I was and ensnared me for the first and last time. My punishment? Forty or so lashes,” A loud crash came, cold anger filling the voice. “Do you have any idea how painful, how long that took to heal? A full fortnight. And by the time I was ready to kill him, you humans raged your silly little war.”
Lost at the first sentence, Sarah shook her head. Yuri, whoever was speaking, she was a madwoman. An utter raging lunatic. She laughed, a cold gaze piercing into the back of her skull silencing her quickly. “Why would you kill me over something I had nothing to do with?”
“Besides the fact that you are his unfortunate descendent, in three simple words, because I can. Escaping me is pointless, you have already been marked,” Sarah’s hand wandered to the three mysterious scratches on her face as Yuri continued. “Embrace your death now or aimlessly run. It is your decision.”
Wasting no time, Sarah broke off from her steady jog into a speedy run, chill pushing her on to escape from her unseen terror. A derisive laugh accompanied the cold. “I see…Sarah, there are two things I wish to every hunted victim. But I will have to apologize as my second wish is four days too early.”
Sarah’s pace quickened as she turned a last corner, groaning at a dead end. Behind her could be heard the crunch of snow underfoot, her heart stopping entirely at the quiet sound. She slowly turned round, facing a pair of malicious hazel, Yuri smiling. “Pleasant dreams.” Fangs bared, she gave three quick pokes into her chest before lunging out to Sarah.
Starting to scream, not even a breath could form as the woman sunk her fangs deep into her neck. Raising her arms to push her away, she winced as Yuri caught her wrists mid attack, slamming them into the wall as she drained Sarah of life. Her green eyes rolled to the sky, vision blurring, cold numbing, death approaching with each drawn out drink.
Loud metal music suddenly erupted to their left. Through a rusting gate could be seen the entrance of the underground club, a few wasted and/or stoned clubbers imitating the gravely songs performed earlier in the evening, rowdily ambushing their ride for the evening.
Yuri pulled away, surprised at their abrupt appearance. Sarah, the strange sensation that had started to enter her being replaced by nausea, forced herself to at seeing Yuri distracted. Yanking her wrists from Yuri’s hold, she pushed her aside, bolting down the alley.
Not even ten steps down, Sarah stopped, lungs afire. She took a breath but at feeling no relief from the burning inside her chest, attempted another gulp of air. She felt no cold enter her, she starting to suffocate. Clawing at her throat for some form of reprieve, she coughed into the air, tears leaving her eyes.
Yuri stepped from the shadows, walking to in front of the lawyer. Scolding, she said, “Did I not tell you NOT to run? You will die regardless, those are the rules, though your first death would have been…relatively peaceful. Three seemingly innocent blows to the chest have more consequences than you’d think Sarah…” Her hand slid into the side of a boot. “You should have embraced your death.”
Snarling, a flash of silver was seen, a line of crimson decorating the pure white of the snow. Sarah cried as she fell to her knees, blood covering her fingers. Falling down face forward she struggled to hold onto the little blood left in her, struggled for breath, struggled for life.
Watching as she writhed about the ground, face turning blue, Yuri scowled. She would have made a nice meal but with her dying her blood held a sour taste. Sure, she was blood thirsty, but she wasn’t desperate. Crouching down in the snow for several minutes, as Sarah’s squirming died down, her eyes lit up. “Oh yes, one more thing. I almost forgot to wish you this, my dear…precious,” She lapped up the blood from her dagger. “Sweet, sweet Sarah,” She smiled warmly to the pair of dying green eyes. “Happy Birthday.”
Concealing the blade back into the side of a boot, Yuri stood up after a moment, calmly strutting away from the now dead lawyer and back into the nightclub…
Orion didn't fail to notice the strange glance thrown his way by Dante, but the drummer wisely kept his mouth shut and refriamed from drilling him with the obvious question. Vorgal had his We'll talk about this later look on his face as they left the stage and headed into the dressing room.
Orion was surprised to see their room occupied as they entered, then remembered that Vorgal was to be interviewed by a reporter from the metal magazine known as The Anvil.
Orion left his singer to it and strode over to a mirror, beginning to wipe off his demonic looking make up. Once done, he spent a good three minutes trying to pry his leather vest from sweaty skin that just refused to release its hold. Eventually, he managed the task, and replced it with a poly-cotton sleeveless shirt featuring the same design on the front. He then painted his make up on again.
"You are fast making your name as the greatest Death Metal band on the planet," the journalist was saying as Orion turned around, and the bassist fixed the man with his stunning blue ice glare.
"Black Metal," he corrected coldy.
"My dark brother here hates that term, 'Death Metal'," Dante explained. "You'd do well not to call us that again, because he beat the holy hell out of the last person who referred to us as a Death Metal band."
The reporter swallowed hard as Orion fired a question at him. "What is your name?"
"James..." he swallowed again, trying to work some saliva into his mouth. "James Brannon."
Orion nodded. "I'll remember it."
The reporter paled and quickly turned his attention back to Vorgal. "Ah, you, ah, there are many people trying to shut you guys down, trying to keep your albums, which are usually extremely dark and very much negeative towards christianity, out of record stores. What do you think of this?"
"We think nothing of it," Vorgal replied instantly. "We have had dinner with the Priminister of England, he listens to our music, believe it or not, to work out agression built up from the stress of his job." Vorgal smiled. "He assured us our records will stay on the shelves."
James' brows shot up. "The Prime Minister?"
Orion snapped his fingers next to the mans ears. "Did you here that? Ears working okay? Yes, Prime Minister, that's what he said."
James swallowed hard again, lowering his head to some scribbled notes on his pad. "Two years ago, an avid fan of your group massacred forty people in a church serivce in Manchester, burn the church to the ground, and then proceeded to stab himself twenty eight times in the chest and neck in front of approaching police officers, dying in a massive pool of blood and sparking the first protests about your band. Do you believe you really were the influence behind the massacre, given that the event in your song 'Slay them now' is almost exactly the same as what occured that day?"
Vorgal smiled evilly, eyes going dark. "If it did, then I'd have to say I'm very proud of our achievement." He chuckled quietly at the sight of James paling completely. "Let the bloody slaughtering begin."
James couldn't have continued the interview even if he had wanted to, he could barely even hold onto his pad. Excusing himself as quickly as was polite, the journalist hurried from the dressing room. Orion's icy gaze followed his progress until he was out of the door.
[Fifteen minutes later]
James lent up against the wall of the club in the practically deserted carpark and fumbled a cigarette into his mouth, lighting it and taking a long drag. After he had calmed himself somewhat, he made his way over to his car, reaching for the lock with keys in a still shaking hand.
"Sh*t yeah!" the shout made him jump and drop his keys, his head snapping in the direction of the noise. Four drunken revellers stumbled aroun a corner and began to cross the road by the car park.
"F**k," Jason cursed under his breath, placing a hand over his rapidly beating heart. "F*****g satan worshipping bastards." He bent down to pick up his keys and yelped as he caughed sight of a reflection in his car widow when he straightened. The keys fell straight back to the ground as James spun around, pressing back against the car.
"Christ! You scared the sh*t out of me."
The imposing face of Orion was facing him, but the bassist seemed to be staring inwardly at something. Then, all of a sudden, the man's eyes cleared, and his hand gently cupped Jason's jaw.
His first reaction was to pull away from the grip, but for some reason he couldn't. He had the uncomfortable feeling of not knowing whether the man intended to snap his neck or kiss him. His head was effortelessly turned to the side and Orion lent in, nibbling at his neck.
Jason's eyes widened. Was this happening? A man was...Jason shuddered and was about to push away when Orion growled quietly and Jason felt his skin being pierced. His mouth opened to let forth a scream, but all that managed to escape was a wimper. His knees buckled and he grabbed onto Orion's long hair for support as he felt the bassist begin to suck the blood from his neck. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water and slowly his vision blurred. Moments later, his vision vanished completely and he spiralled into nothingness
Orion let Jason's body slide down the car to the ground, tilting his head back and letting the last of the warm, coppery liquid slide slowly down his throat. He lent up against the car, placing a cigarette between his bloody lips and lighting it, taking a long, deep drag, exhaling the smoke slowly out of his nose.
The ecstasy of the kill coursed through his body, bringing the presence in the back of his mind to the fore.
You don't feed to live, you live to feed. And I have to say, it feels great
Orion arched a brow, taking another drag on his cigarette. You were not repulsed?"
The presence scoffed. You forget just whose body you have taken over. And when you share your emotions, it is kind of hard not to enjoy it. In fact, from what I felt, it is almost equal to sex.
Ha! Maybe equal to human sex, Orion dropped the cigarette to the ground and crushed it under the metallic heel of his boot. But vampire sex is out of this world.
With that, he pushed the presence to the back of his mind, glancing down at Jason's body. "Thanks for the feed." He smiled, stepping over the dead mans legs and heading back into the club to meet with the Vampire who had the nerve to confront him infront of his band mates.
"Before we leave I have something to ask of you"Airy said standing back up straight."What is it."Xzaar asked starting back towards the exit."I wish to taste this cotton candy."Airy said looking over at the cotton candy sign."Hurry up Airy"Xzaar said waiting by the exit.Airy then turned and began to walk towards the stand.Once she was in line she got up to the stand and asked for the cotton candy the lady held the candy in her hand but refused to give it to Airy."Oh I'm sorry this is the part where I pay"Airy said digging into her purse giving her more money than she had actually needed to pay.As Airy was walking away she was too busy ripping and stuffing cotton candy into her mouth that she didnt notice how close she was walking t oa nearby dark alleyway.Sudenly she was snatched into the alleyway."What's your problem"Airy asked pulling back her arm."Sorry bbut today aint your lucky day"A man dressed like a rough biker punk said.Soon four more guys surrounded Airy blocking her from any possible escape. Airy then began to back up nervously she then felt the man grab she knew she could have easily broken his wrist but she refrained herself from doing it.He then slammed her face first into the brick wall then yanked her by her hair and threw her into a parked motorcycle knocking her out.The man then loaded Airy onto the motocycle and they sped off.
((OOC: So who was killed, a James or Jason? Lol, weird slip of the fingers…nice post though))
Coming through the entrance pensively, hazel eyes holding a peculiar sparkle, Yuri dug her hands deeper into pants pockets, huddling her shoulders as she bumped rudely past outgoing clubbers and one’s blocking the doorway. Nibbling lightly on her bottom lip, she tried to find a breath, forcing back a shiver.
It wasn’t that she was feeling a sense of guilt over killing her target. On the contraire, she was anxious for another, one more before the night was done, just another taste, another sip of the liquid they held. She was obsessed with the stuff, just the sensation that came from it, just the hold it still had over her.
Blinking rapidly, molasses slow she moved the back of a black gloved hand to her eyes, rubbing the haze away softly. An involuntary shiver leaving her she felt her face flush, she…excited in a manner of speaking. At this point, she had two options, sleep being the first and while her second option was tempting, it was the ‘whose’ involved that caused her to pause. Perhaps I will not do a thing…just relax for the remainder of the evening?
Now having eased her way to the bar, Yuri took a seat, scanning each glass bottle and weird label. She wasn’t sure just what to order but had a feeling that asking for an ale wouldn’t prove very effective. Thinking maybe a drink would bring back her rationalized apathetic attitude, she drummed her nails to the beat of a song, waiting until the bartender noticed her.
Light bounced off the pale youths face crazily, a piercing inside his nose, eyebrows, lip, chin, ears…his face was more of a pin cushion than anything else. A huge skull tattoo decorated his right arm, a spade and six sided star on his left. Giving a surprisingly gentle smile, he asked, “What’s your poison, love?”
Tilting her head, she shrugged. “What do you have?”
“Depends,” Extending out a hand, he pointed out a select few. “Do you wanna get tipsy, wasted, drunk or hospitalized?” He finished with a laugh, finger on an opaque glass bottle labeled Absolut Vodka.
Folding her arms onto the table, Yuri gave a sly grin, stating matter-of-factly. “I do not get drunk.”
Ponytailed, platinum blonde hair glistening beneath flashing lights, the barkeep became skeptical. “Is that so…? Well, how about this?” He took out tall glass, mixing in a variety of liquids as he spoke. “You can drink two of my special Long Island Ice Teas and walk out of here on your own,” He slammed the currently full cup down in front of her, leaning close. “And I’ll make you another drink, free of charge.” He told her the name of the prize drink, Yuri choking on her first sip of the alcohol laden tea.
“A screaming what?” She had got the first part of the drink easily, ‘screaming’ but the next caught her off-guard completely.
He frowned. “Never heard of it?”
“Oh, I have heard of it,” clarified Yuri, taking a long gulp whilst arching her brow. “I just did not think bars offered such services nowadays.” She gave a dangerous glare.
The barkeep chuckled at her face, tapping her lightly on the arm. “It’s a drink, honey, calm down. What, did you think I was gonna jump over the bar table and **** you?” His laughter intensified, Yuri fixating her gaze on the spirals in the table. He patted her shoulder. “Ah, don’t feel bad, I was just messing with you. You must be some innocent little thing…”
Now it was Yuri’s turn to laugh. Halfway through with the drink, Yuri removed a crumpled twenty from a pocket, passing it to the man. “Will this be enough?” she still wasn’t sure about this ‘cash’ form of payment.
Nodding, he took the money, giving her back her change. He gave a small grin. “Whenever you’re ready for the second one, give me a holla.” Winking, he slid away from her and off to serve a sweaty clubber.
Smiling to the back of the lanky friendly bartender, she removed an ice from her glass, starting to suck on that lightly. “How marvelously droll…” Cracking the cold crystal cube, she got up from her seat, finding Xornon after singling out his scent. Over the time of her hunting Sarah and feeding on the lawyer, her senses had come back in full, Yuri feeling somewhat back to normal.
Sitting to his side, Yuri started on the rest of her drink, alcohol no bother whatsoever. Three quarters of the way done, she murmured quietly. “Thanks,” Observing Xornon’s expression change from thoughtful to confused, she elaborated. “I meant thank you for taking me to my target. Even though you did not have much choice in the matter, I appreciate you being patient. Maybe next time we could go on a group assassination?” Offered Yuri in a scarily good mood. Slamming the empty glass onto the table top, she trained her gaze to the mysteriously flashing ceiling. “Exquisite…so are we still going to interrogate the bass player before reporting back to Khimaria?”
“No need,” replied Xornon after a quick taste of whatever he’d been drinking. He glanced to Yuri. “While you were away I confronted him. He’s definitely vampire…” He gently started to shake the contents of his cup. “Told him –Orion- to meet me by the bar.”
Turning the chair a hundred eighty degrees, Yuri leaned back against the bar. “He would be the pale one with the shadowed eyes? Bit of a scowl…lingering scent of smoke and blood?” She pointed out a pinky into the dancing crowd, one person standing out. “The one approaching our position?”
“Most likely.” Xornon took another swallow.
“Ah…” As he neared, Yuri’s amused playful grin began to fade, eyes narrowing in a heavy scrutiny. She nudged Xornon, whispering with a tinge of malice. “He is not human, but he is not vampire…not as you are. He is spirit,” She wiggled her fingers sinuously. “Though, he is not of the original five. Where exactly he could be from bothers me,” Her nails had started to break the skin of her palm. “I do not like being bothered.”
“Yuri…” Xornon said it apprehensively, not chancing threatening the quick-tempered assassin.
She had already jumped out her seat on a collision course with the bass player. Evading the erratic movement of one who had no idea what they were doing on the floor, she stepped in front of Orion. Eyes bordering on inhuman, she grasped his jaw, pulling him close as she took in the blood of another, the pollutants of smoke, his mixed scent. Suspicions confirmed, she opened her mouth to speak, a yank on her hand bringing her to.
Xornon held onto her wrist, wondering why he had stopped her. Twisting her arm from his hold, she made no bitter comment, gave no spiteful glares. Instead, she said, “You are a spirit but from where have you awakened and from and what is my question.”
Xornon motioned his head back in the direction of the bar. “Think we should discuss this in a little privacy.”
“As you wish.” frowned Yuri, waving a hand for the two to walk ahead. She followed after, arms crossed rigidly, letting the two lead her back to the bar…
((LOL...sorry, yeah, the blokes name was james...lol...don't know why I changed it to jason half way through...probably because it was past midnight here and I was fading fast...anyway, on with the show, eh?))
Orion frowned as he went on ahead of the strange erratic female, walking along side the one who had approached him on the stage earlier. He was a Spirit? He had no idea what she was on about, but he was sure that he would find out soon enough. Perhaps she felt the human presence lurking within his mind?
"I have a better place than the bar," Orion informed the Vampire next to him. "Come." He led the two past the bar, pushing through a mirade of drunken revellers, and indo a dingy hallway, walking along half its length to a door with the letters V.I.P in gold plaque on the front. Pushing the door open with one hand, he offered a toothy grin, "Entrée madams and messieurs."
Fingering a cigarette into his mouth as he closed the door, he turned to them, lighting it and flicking the silver lighter shut with a loud Click. He took a drag, blowing the smoke towards the roof before fixing the male Vampire with a glare, pointing at him with the hand that held the cigarette.
"Firstly, don't you ever approach me like that again in front of my band mates, and secondly, if either of you get any ideas about feeding on them, you will have my wrath to face...and believe me, you don't want that." The presence inside his head chuckled, realising that Orion, not needing to say the latter, had said it merely to see how much it riled the erratic female. As it was, it seemed to work, for her eyes flashed angrily and seemed on the verge of attacking.
"Anyhow," Orion took another drag, leaning on the back of a hidious lime green couch. "Seeing as though you did intrude upon my stage, I guess you had better explain why. And you had better not be wasting my time."
Spirit echoed the voice within his head.
Orion snapped his hand up, bidding the male Vampire to wait before coming to his point of the meeting. He focused inwardly. Spirit?
The female, she mentioned you were a spirit.
Yes, what of it?
I have been scouring your mind...your memories. I have a theory.
Orion frowned, pacing around the couch, ignoring the other two completely, despite their angry glances at him doing so. My memory...you scoured it without my knowledge? Orion chuckled. I underestimated your will, human...interesting. And this theory of yours?
It is the belief of many humans that a spirit, the entity one becomes after death, can inhabit the body of one who is living. I have found information in your memory that suggests Vampires have done this before, many hundreds, some even thousands of years ago. Now, I know that you went into your slumber as a living Vampire, but time, my friend, killed you as easily as anyone. You awoke something less than what you were. Not quite dead, but not alive either, like you were balancing on a rope between the two worlds. Then you found me, took me...became me. A spirit within me, yet retaining the characteristics of a living Vampire. And now, you have kept me alive and unconciously created a whole new being...an entity the likes of which no one throughout time has seen before. Part spirit...part vampire...part human.
Orion reflected on the presence's words. Yes...yes, your words make sense. I have the characteristics of a Vampire, hence why I can play the bass like a demon, no humans finger could move so fast. And thanks to your existance within me, this body retains its human characteristics as well, the ability to walk in direct sunlight unharmed, complete knowledge of all the technology in your world. He rubbed his chin in thought. The question is, what characteristics of a spirit do I possess?
Only time can answer that question
And you worked all this out in such a short time, human?
The presence chuckled What can I say? Other than, I'm f***ing good The presence had barely completed its boast before it retreated hastily to the back of his mind, Orion coming back to reality to feel sharp nails digging into his throat.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you it is impolite to ignore your guests?"
Orion grasped the females wrist, forcing her hand away from his neck with little effort. The thought of being a completly new and unknown entity had given him the courage to act as if she couldn't harm him in anyway. He squeezed her wrist hard and twisted it behind her back, swinging her into his chest and placing his chin on her shoulder.
"Haven't you ever been taught," he said into her ear, "that it is impolite to lay your hands on people without consent." He spun her away, crushing his cigarette out in his bare hand as he turned his attention back to the male.
"My apologies for the interruption. Now, you were about to inform me why you are wasting my time?"