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[claus]

"Claus 'The Ugly' Siber"

Claus's flight landed at exactly 9:00, night was already upon london, and this was now officialy Claus's first day back in town. There where several things on his to do list, and the list was a full one too, there was much that needed to be doen now that he was officialy back home. The first few items on the list of course involved things to do with his new apartment, setting up his new pad, equiptment, and other such formalities that would take until 10:24 for him to finish. But now that the boring stuff was out of the way, it was officialy time to dive into his social arrangements.

Claus had buisness with a man named Samuel Rocks, a former associate of his who had left him for dead in the middle of a mexican stand off. This man was currently an issue for Claus. This man was scum to the world, deffinetly not apart of any organizations, there was no mafia in the world that would trust this man with drug pedaling, especialy with a nose like his. Often drugs found their way stuffed nice and tight down his sniffer, in most cases, more drugs than he sold where eaten down by those gross holes of his. It hadn't taken long for Claus to find him, he simply went to the dirtiest, sleaziest, bars in al of london, and asked for the the crack head with the purple mohawk, nose rings, and bright blue shoes. He'd been pointed out quite quickly.

The hole that passed for a bar was known as Lista's. It was a watering hole for felons, criminals, and junkies. The place to find this freak. Claus didn't fit in at all, he was dressed in an expensive black and white suit and tie, amongst the smelliest, dirtiest, crack heads of all time. He stepped into the place and sorted through the crowd, until he spotted the man he was looking for, the purple mohawk turned and stared at him, a bright smile on his face until their eyes made contact.

Smile dropped. Eyes widened. Drink spilled. Mouth hung open. Finger pointed directly at the tall vampire. The words 'Oh no...' where lipped. Claus nodded, and spoke, mainly to himself, but hoping that Sammy could read lips.

"thats right buddy, you're fucked."

Apparently he could, be cause he took off down the hallway of the bar and out the back door at full speed. Hotly persued by Claus. Claus had no idea when Sammy became a vampire, nor did he realy care, all he knew was that his particularly scummy scum ball had something of his he wanted. And he'd be taking it back.

He chased down the vampire, easily out running him, he pushed him against the wall, Sammy pulled a long switch blade, but before he could use it The Ugly had disarmed him and rammed the blade through his lips.

"There ye' are! A new piercing!"

Sammy was screaming now. blood pouring down his face, he began to shove at The Ugly. But the stronger vampire would have none of it. He pulled a short club from his jacket pocket and whacked Sammy in the jaw with it, adding more pain to his face.

"You know what I've come for you greedy dirty bastard, where is it!"

"'unk! 'is in 'da 'unk! a' sw'r 't 'ye 'I wou't-"

The knife between his lips made Sammy a bit hard to understand, but claus had under stood enough. He reached into Sammy's pocket and tore keys from inside of it, giving him one more whack over the head he walked out to the parking lot, and found a car he recognized, a beat up mustang that had seen far better days.

Claus unlocked the trunk and grinned to himself. He reached down and picked up a familiar black case. He poped it open and pulled a large, dark, powerful, weapon. Claus's modified Desert Eagle. This was his prime gun. After modifying it for so long it was now worth quite a large sum of money, he was surpised Sammy hadn't already sold it. God knows he couldn't use it.

"Wonderful."

Said a grinning Claus holding a large, heay, Deagle in the back of a dirty parking lot.

[blackrose]

A human guy danced with me, entangled in my moves. It was good being a dancer. Also being sexy didn't hurt either. It made things simpler. However there was a downside to this. You attracted every guy, taken or not, who caught you in their sights. This presented problems and I usually preferred to stray away from things like that. If I could help it I went for a loner. Like the one dancing with me right now.

As time went on and the floor became more crowded I began to realize that the chances of having extra dance partners were growing. " David, I'm thirsty lets sit down. " I stopped dancing grabbed his arm. David was staring over my shoulder. I turned to see a brunette eying him feverishly. " David!? " I popped him on the head. David flinched and looked at me. " What? " he sounded clueless. Is this asshole serious!? My hands went up and I scratched him on the face. Red scratch marks covered his left cheek. Instead of wasting words on this sorry loser I walked away.

While making my way through the crowd toward the bar I was shoved out of the as a guy ran pasted me. " What the fuck? " what was his hurry? Then another person ran past me. Okay what was going on? My curiosity flared. But then instinct flashed a warning sign that said " Don't go there! " Now if I hadn't had a painful feeling that backed up my instinct I would've followed the scene but I didn't. So I guess it was time to go home. The night began to quickly get boring.

It was stark quiet in the parking lot, if you didn't count the racket from the club. These scene tended to make me nervous. Not that I couldn't handle myself if I needed to, it's just...you can't help but be a little freaked out. It was natural for a girl at least. I worked in a bar and had seen the weirdos who hung around the parking lot at this time.

Finally I had reached my car. I could go home and sulk. I opened my purse to get the keys when a sound caught my ears. A man was going through a trunk, he wore a suit like one you'd wear to a business meeting. Wasn't unusual for him to be going through his trunk. A blow of the wind came and I froze. Why'd I have to wear a short skirt tonight!? I tugged at the hem like it would grow longer. Then I turned my attention back to the car. Suddenly my mind went back to the guy in the suit. Who would wear a suit to a club? I know their was strange dressers, but this was...out of place!

" Hey babe. Why don't you stay awhile? "

I jumped, nearly dropping my keys. Two men emerged from the side of another car on my side of the parking lot. Where the fuck did they come from?! Why hadn't I saw them?

I began to back away into the open lane. " I really have to go. " I said softly. My nails popped as they lengthened.

[Morrison Whelan]

Iivan was an idiot. Morrison wasn't suited for this part of town. Yes, he lived in Clerkenwell and he wasn't the most proper of a man, yet there were so many other people he knew that were more suited for the job. In the dirty club, Lista's, he stood out as well as a traffic cone in the middle of the road, with his clean leather jacket, smooth dress pants, well trimmed hair, and most importantly his clear head. The large suitcase he held at his side didn't help make him any more inconspicuous either. It wasn't ideal that he enter through the front door, or the side door for that matter, but he had no idea where Iivan's 'client' would be found, he had just been told the time to show up and what the man looked like.

Now as he stood at the edge of the dance floor, breathing in the smokey and sweat-scent filled air, he regretted ever agreeing to take on this job. Sure, he was the most experience man that Iivan had under his wing, and he side this could be a dangerous transaction, but he just didn't feel comfortable now. His instincts were always right and at the moment, he felt as though it were a mistake to be there. Unfortunately, he couldn't just leave, that would mean the loss of a lot of money. He hoped that it would at least be over quickly.

Continuing to look around, he finally caught a glimpse of what he had been looking for for the last twenty minutes; the top of a ridiculous, violet mohawk. Impatiently, he shoved his way through the crowd towards the place he though that the man had been. Upon reaching the point, near the bar, the wolf found himself alone. However, there was a spilled beer on the floor where it seemed he had been and leading from it were wet footprints. The vamp must have run. Had it been that he had seen Morrison? It made no sense, of course, but then again maybe he was high and paranoid.

With a frustrated growl, he followed the tracks into the nearby hallway. "Ah fuck," He knew it was going to be a long night now that he saw his client. Unconscious, laying in a pool of his own blood that continued to flow from his mouth, but at least alive. Morrison stepped to him and nudged a foot under his chest. The blood sucker didn't move. He kicked him softly again, still nothing. The were pulled back a fist and threw it into the wall, throwing off flecks of painted concrete. "Bastard," he growled, rubbing his throbbing knuckles against his leg.

Whoever had done this was in the least going to receive a few good hits to the face. He did not want to spend his night waiting for some useless druggie to wake up nor did would he enjoy tracking down the asshole who knocked him out. Thousands of pounds were at stake, not that he nor Iivan really needed the money, but more cash meant more power, and they did enjoy that.

There was the odor of another vampire in the hallway, he was no where in sight though. Morrison looked left to right. Left was a dead end, right was an exit to the parking lot. Grumbling to himself about just how asinine this whole situation was, he shoved through the door into the lot. "Hey!" he yelled, immediately spotting the leech whose scent was left in hall, "You fucking twat! I just wanted to get this shit over with quickly, and you...!"

The man was now turning away from the trunk of a car with a very intimidating gun in hand. Morrison trailed off at the sight of the weapon and his hand loosened around the handle of the suitcase, letting the blood flow painfully back into his fingers. He couldn't be sure if the gun was loaded, he had just taken it out of its case it seemed, but he would still be very cautious, he was fast but not fast enough to dodge a bullet.

Face set, he moved toward the vamp, one hand ready to swing up and grab the muzzle of the gun in the event that he got that close. He was distracted when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye and glanced in its direction, stopping in mid-stride. Two more men had accompanied this blood sucker, he could tell by the matching monkey suits. They were approaching a female wolf who had just appeared. Fucking hell, he thought, goddamn drugs always fuck things up...

[claus]

His dark eyes moved over the gun, tracing it's outline softly, it was just his perfered weight. Light enough to be pulled with the agility he was so well known for, but heavy enough to be good for smacking people around if need be. And that was often needed. When someone wouldn't do as you wanted, you slapped them, and if that didn't work you either hit them with a gun, or you cut them, and if that still didn't work, you payed them off. As he appreciated the gun he was staring at, he began to unapreciate the car it had been stuck in. Jesus, this freak lived like a pig, his car stunk of drugs and broken dreams. The trunk was dirty and bloody.

Motion to his side caught his attention, a pretty young thing was being hassled by a couple of goons. Unfortunatly for her, unless this was a particularly nasty case of goons, Claus was no hero. Oh no, this was London, if she couldn't take care of herself, she wouldn't dress like that. No, chances where she could tear those boys up without his help. Claus wouldn't worry. The current problem was this car. What would he do with it? needless to say he couldn't leave it here. oh no. Something this foul must be incenerated. There was bound to be some cheap booze in the front, and deffinetly a lighter. In a few minutes, Claus could have this rolling crack house ablaze. Why, the only problem here would be-

"You fucking twat!"

Claus's expression dropped into an irritated frown, he ran his tounge over his teeth. Whenever things where working out so well, there always had to be a problem. Had Sam known he was coming and hired body guards? or had he brought a few friends with him? that would explain the assholes to his side bothering the woman. Yes. They where probobly all on the same side. Claus waited until the man was close and then suddenly turned around, his dark eyes facing him, the hit man vampire stared at him for a tight moment, cocking his head, his eyes grew a layer of intesnity that could give a rock goosebumps.

"Yes darling?"

He looked to his left over at the men and then back to the man.

"Friends o' yours? They certianly have your manners."

He said in a witty tone, his voice was soft, but meanacing. He cracked his neck and spoke again in the same tone, but another layer of venom laced into it.

"I take it you're with that bleedin' crack pipe I left in the alley. Well then? Lets have at it. Come on, I'll take you and your little girlfriends over there, I'll have the lot of yas. Do I not look like a fucking maniac to you?"

This was what many refered to as bluffing. By using his menacing voice and intense expression, Claus was attempting to scare this man out of fighting him. However, the difference about bluffing between Claus and other people, was the fact that at any second, this bluff of his, might turn out to be a dangerous fact. What made the difference was that Claus wasn't bluffing.

[blackrose]

My body tensed as I backed away. I flexed my hands, my nails becoming sharper by the second. There was no need to grown them fully. Like I'd honestly go full werewolf here. It would take to long. Good thing I knew basic fighting skills. I bet these guys didn't expect a thing from a pretty little thing like me.

"You fucking twat!"

I looked over to see another guy coming. What was with the guys tonight? But soon I began to realize he was talking to the man in the suit. Suddenly I felt something rush me and the air was knocked out of me. I stumbled to the ground with a heavy body on top of me. " Lets not play hard to get. " the guy grinned. I frowned in reply. Like I'd give you the time. Or would I? I was pinned to the ground, my arms were free, but my actions would be limited.

His friend came around to the side. " I say we split her " he laughed. That's when I wrapped my arms around the first guy's neck. " Think she wants me more. " he chuckled to his friend. Yeah right. I then clasped my hands around his neck, dug my nails in deep, and carved down the sides of his neck. A loud scream erupted from the guys mouth and he let go to roll off me and hold his neck in pain. The strong scent of blood filled my nostrils. My nails and fingers were soaked.

" What the hell!? " the second guy began to back away. I quickly lunged for him and clutched my nails around his nuts and yanked, though I'm sure I ripped something. " AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! " In no time I was up on my feet. Fire rushing through my veins. " You picked the wrong girl to mess with. " growled. Both of them were on the ground crying in pain.

My eyes flicked to the two guys from before. Now that the two perverts were on the ground, wounded pretty badly I might add, I could study the other two. One was a wolf, I could smell it. The other. Well he was a mystery. I couldn't smell him.

[Morrison Whelan]

The woman at this point drew Morrison's attention more. It was so much easier to just watch her battle these two jerks, but then the vamp before him, carrying that powerful gun (which honestly scared him a little), began to speak. He did indeed look like a maniac, he sure sounded like a maniac. Soft voice, steady, but there was an odd violent inflection. The wolf wanted to careful in his words in case the leech got trigger happy, yet he was too furious to control his lips.

"I could care less about those two freak shows," he growled and jerked a thumb at the men by the she-wolf, "but that drugged up piece of shit," he gestured behind him, "owes me a fuckin' lot of money."

The suitcase dropped from his hand and thumped against the concrete, its cheap cardboard side cracking slightly. He gave it no mind, he could care less about delivering the drugs now, he just needed the cash to give to Iivan, who would be incredibly upset with him otherwise, it could even cost him other jobs.

"Now, I don't want to fight, that's just too much fuckin' work," he began to clench and unclench his hands, sharp nails grazing against his palms. "but if you-"

He stopped himself short. The druggie vamp must have done something to offend this other blood sucker. Had it been that he was after this weapon? Seemed likely. So this would be his car. Looked like a piece of shit, not surprising since he must spend most of his money to get a high. Morrison looked over the vamp's shoulder, trying to see into the car, but the angle let him see little more than the back of the seats, and he didn't want to risk pushing past this leech and sparking his insanity.

Instead, he asked, "Seen anything else in the car?"

[claus]

To his left, two unfortunate goons where meeting a rather horrific end. Throats where cut and sacs where torn as the two men where layed down by the woman whom Claus now identified as a wolf. He nodded and let out a low whistle as he eyed the bleeding bodies. He looked over at the woman who had demolished them, looking her up and down, examining her for the first time, you had to make an impression on Claus for him to show any interest in you. Cutting up some horney bastards was a good way to make him suddenly pay attention to you.

"Now that, is a woman."

He said with a slight smile. He turned back to the man now, who had decided the two piles of filth on the ground had nothing to do with him. That give him an automatic plus two brownie points. One for each of the bleeders on the ground. The smell of their blood reminded Claus that he hadn't fed today. He normaly fed every day, or at least every other day. It kept him strong and healthy. He'd need to feed tonight. But not on these guys. And deffinetly not from bleeding sack boy. He blinked, refocusing his attention on the man infront of him.

"Ah. Sammy owed you money eh? Well. Thats unfortunate, because sammy, being the smelling Junkie that he is, rarley actualy carries the amount of money he needs to pay you off. In fact, chances where he was going to lead you out here, then pull this big bastard out and blast you."

He said, fiddling with the gun when he refered to it as the 'big bastard'. The man no longer seemed interested in fighting, but rather looked about the car for some sign of cash. Claus nodded as if silently understanding. A compromise could be made. Claus was now sure of it. This man wasn't a fighter, he was a buisness man. Claus could work with this.

"Ah. you're a buisness man then? Good, I like buisnessmen."

He started, then suddenly broke eyecontact, turning, he closed the trunk and slid the gun back into his holster. He turned the corner and looked through the window of the car.

"Alright. I'll compromise. I dont want his filthy money, it means nothing to me, and this is my first night back in london. So Hows about I help you look through this nasty car for the cash you want, and we let all this go, eh? Truth be told, I was just going to burn it later, I didn't want anything inside of it."

Of course, Claus had the keys to the car, which was why this buisness man needed him. He spun the keys around his finger infront of the man, showing him he had it. Claus knew how Sammy worked. he probobly had cash holed up in his car incase he met someone whom he realy needed to pay. There was probobly some cash stored under the seats.

"What do you say? Deal?"

In the event that the man would accept, Claus would nod, step back, and unlock the car, letting the man in.

[blackrose]

My sense of smell had been dominated by blood. Slowly a dull headache made itself known. I tensed with worry. Usually this happened when I was about to change, involuntarily. Shit! There had to be something to keep myself from turning. Though I highly doubted it would come to me now, so I just did the classic. I took a deep breath. Navigating my way in my wedge boots I steadily made it back to my car. I gave the handle a pull and realized I hadn't unlocked it due to those retarded fuckers.

" Just great! " I whispered harshly.

Truly it felt like it took tremendous work, but I finally got the door unlocked and open. My spinning head made me nearly fall, but I gained my balance and sat back with the door open to get some air. Well, whatever of the fresh air I could get.

Laying back, the event from my past came into view, but I quickly pushed it away. No I wasn't going to go there, at least not here at this time. Well, with me relaxing and trying to not change, that would be hard. As I lay back I could feel my heart beat like a tambourine. I needed something distract myself. So I pulled out a lighter and a random piece of paper. Had to check if there wasn't anything important on it. When I was sure, I lite it on fire and put it in the ashtray to watch it burn. While watching the flame a question slithered up from the back of my mind.

" What are those guys doing? " I said softly to myself.

[Morrison Whelan]

Morrison couldn't help but smile widely at the man's cooperation. Perhaps this wasn't going to be such a bad night after all, at least he could get out of fighting a leech carrying a gun, of which he had now stowed safely in its holster. And those two men from early, the one still writhing around on the ground, and the other one probably dead, wouldn't be bothering any of them anymore. There was also that beautiful she-wolf still hanging around. If Morry was lucky, he could get her back to his place, and Iivan was away on a 'business trip', so they'd have to place all to themselves.

"Hey lass," he called over to woman who was now laying back in her car, "why don't you join us over here?"

He didn't wait for an immediate response and turned his attention back to the vamp. The wolf had now relaxed a bit and was able to look at him without creased brows or grinding his teeth. "Deal," Morrison said with a curt nod of his chin.

The blood sucker merely nodded in response then turned and unlocked one of the back doors before standing back to let the wolf in. Morrison leaned into the filthy inside of the car, trying to ignore the amounts of disgusting garbage, and was easily able to locate what he was looking for; a large, clear bag, half full with pound notes. It didn't look like there was enough money in the bag, most of the notes he could see were merely fives, but it would have to do, the slimy bastard wasn't getting his drugs anyway.

With a soft, contemptuous growl, Morrison retreated quickly from the inside of the vehicle with the bag then slammed the door shut, immediately cutting off the sickening odor that was emitting from the car's interior. The wolf shuddered as he took deep breaths of the night's fresher air, trying to shake the thought that he had smelled a hint of rotting flesh coming from that pile of filth.

"Burn away," he said, glancing up at the vamp with a sadistic half smile. He then dropped to his knees and emptied the contents of his suitcase on the ground, bags and bags of neatly wrapped... whatever paraphernalia it was. The sack of bills was then stashed in the case, not too neatly, but it was better than carrying around that disgusting bag and it would surely draw anyone's attention, since you could clearly see that it was full of cash. Finished, he stood with the suitcase in hand, and left the previous contents strewn on the floor.

His eyes turned once again to the vamp. "Want it?" he asked, gesturing down at the packages. "I'm surely not giving any to the damn bastard who 'paid' for them and Iivan's not gonna care what I do with it, so long as I got the money. That's vamps too poor an excuse of a man to be a threat..." Morrison half wondered if he was being understood, his accent was getting so thick, he thought that his words sounded half-gibberish. But if this man didn't want the drugs, which he had guess that he didn't, he'd have to ruin them in some way, so his 'client' couldn't get at them.

(( I hope this is sufficient. ^_^ ))

[claus]

As the wolf looked through the nasty vampire's back seat, Claus was half tempted to push the wolf all the way into the back, then point the gun at him and take both the money and the drugs. The idea of doing this was very vivid in Claus's mind, he was an opportunist afterall, and drugs and money always where welcomed itemsin London. However the wolf in the other car caught his attention and distracted him from the idea of robbing the other man. He threw the female a wink just as the buisnessman exited the car. Claus had no real intention of picking up the woman or anything like that, he was a busy man, far too busy tonight for anyone short of an absolute godess. First night back in town, there where other things on his mind besides getting laid.


The buisnessman dropped a small bag of drugs at Claus's feet. Claus looked down with raised eyebrow. The hit man smoked and he drank, but he didn't do drugs, that sort of thing was off limits. However, Claus was well aware that almost everyone else in London did drugs, and that meant they where valuable. Might as well take advantage of the situation and pocket some extra coin while he was here. The vampire shrugged and spoke.

"Might as well, might make for some good pocket change."

He leaned over and picked up the small package and weighed it in his hand. He looked down at it and concentrated on it, thinking of all the nifty uses he'd have for it later on. Suddenly his head snapped back up to the Wolf, and he had a very, very, thin smile on his face as he spoke.

"Ah, where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Claus Siber, I just got into town, havent been in London for a good while. Thought I'd pay my old town visit."

He said as he walked past the wolf, shoving the drugs into his jacket pocket, he opened the car's front door and dug around the front seat, returning with a small bottle of cheap booze and a rag that probobly stunk of ether. He stuffed the rag into the top of the bottle and slid the key into the ignition, starting the car he put it in gear and disengaged the emergency brake. He stood behind the car and gave it a quick shove, it rolled down and past the parking lot, once it was clear of all the other cars Claus pulled his lighter from his pocket and lit the rag, throwing the maltov after the car, lighting the entire rig aflame.

A smile crossed Claus's face, he was no pyro maniac, but he loved to burn junky cars.

((sorry, short post))

[blackrose]

My urge was over powering me and when the other wolf offered me an invitation to join his friend and him. I smiled, but didn't move as he walked away. Should I really go with him? Thoughts geared toward otherwise came up, but were pushed back down by curiosity. Guess it was taking a break when all this happened.

I took another deep breath and got out of the car. You've been itching to see what they were doing. So lets go. Pulling out my keys, I slammed the door and locked it. Making my way calmly to the scene of the car, I noticed the wolf going into the car. The mysterious man was watching. I could've asked what they were doing, but I wasn't as in the mood as I usually would've been. Curiosity wasn't completely back from it's vacation I suppose.

I took my place a comfortable distance from the two men and watched. The wolf emptied out a suitcase and bags of...stuff poured out. Drugs probably. Then he smiled at the man who called himself Claus Siber and gave him a command to burn something.

Wait, burn!? Burn what? A little smile spread across my face. Anything that had to do with fire was my friend.

Intently, I watched as Claus went through the car. Then I heard it start. Claus stepped out and came back only to push the car back. Watching as it rolled away and out of the parking lot I wondered. Your questions will be answered, just wait! I began to to tap my foot. My eyes went wide as Claus lite a rag stuffed in a bottle on fire. When he threw it toward the car that made me freeze.

Before long I was watching the car burn. It's orange flames dancing in the night. A soft nd satisfied smile appeared on my face. Perhaps tonight was a good night.

"Well that's something. " I still kept my smile. Looking over my shoulder, I noticed the two guys were still there. The one whose neck was slashed seemed dead. I went over to kick him. The toe of my wedge boot flew out and connected with his head. Well if he wasn't dead before he was now. Though he more the likely already was.

I turned to the the other. He was knocked out from the pain I bet. Common sense told me ripping some guys jewels wasn't going to kill him. So I didn't bother to check him.

" Maybe I should've done that to the ass who dropped me tonight. " I muttered.

[Morrison Whelan]

Morrison was only half surprised when the vamp accepted his offer of taking the drugs, for one could always use more money, even if that weren't the most elegant way to earn it. Then when the leech turned back toward him, the wolf couldn't help but widen his eyes at that smile; it was just damn creepy.

"Ah, where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Claus Siber, I just got into town, havent been in London for a good while. Thought I'd pay my old town visit."

However creepy the man seemed, the wolf couldn't help but like him. There was the maniac spark that the were liked to think he had him self.

"Morrison Whelan," he replied before the vamp started to approach the practically already ruined vehicle. His mouth open again to speak, but when the car suddenly burst into flames he could only grin. It seemed that the fire licking the intangible night echoed the heat he felt in his own blood, energizing him.

He turned suddenly when the she-were spoke and growled softly to her. Those clothes were too tempting for him in his heightened emotional state and he had to stuff his hands deep into his pockets to restrain himself from grabbing at her. She did not stay near him for long though, as she seemed reoccupied with the beaten men by her car.

The one which had probably bled to death received a sharp kick to the skull, making Morrison wince. He felt it was a little cruel to hassle the dead. Freshly dead, a human was for food or sport, but once you were finished with it, he thought that you should just dispose of it and be done with it. At least she didn't bother the other bastard, he had already had his manhood ripped away from him, it wasn't fair to inflict a further beating on him.

Morrison shook his head slightly and returned his gaze to the burning wreck. The sight immediately brought a strange feeling of ecstasy to him and he couldn't stifle a giddy laugh that burst from his mouth. The happy feeling left him just as suddenly, but he was left feeling extremely content. Humming oh so softly, he sauntered over to the vamp and stood beside him. "Any more plans for tonight?" he asked, not really knowing where he was going with this, but sure that he wanted to get to know this blood sucker more.