Streets over ruins((open))

[gunner]

I dreamed I was a soldier who could bring peace. But eventually, you always have to wake up.

The ally ways are lined with small puddles of slush, the morning had grown fairly warm, but under my feet the water feels like ice itself, seeping through my boots. That is okay though, I don’t feel the cold much anymore, but I wish I could. My ears burst with the constant sounds of the city coming to life that morning, my eyes adjusting to the lights. When I saw that light shinning above me I began to think I was finally in heaven. But I knew that couldn’t be true, and It may never be true.

Gunner let out a big yawn, it had been nearly two years since the day he was born twice, a new…creature that is. He stood up, he had slept against a wall in the streets, he must’ve fallen asleep there last night, too much to drink I ‘suppose. He stretched, when will he make up his mind, his life was going nowhere, and so far all he felt was hunger. The truth was that Gun had been starving himself from the blood; he couldn’t face it, you know being what he was… I-I mean… is. He neatly brushed the dirt off of his shirt, silently cussing at himself because it got dirty. Then walking away from the streets and into the back ways he started to dig through his pockets, a slip of paper crinkled in his hand, he could vaguely remember what it said.

To Gunner D. Shultz,

Mom.
The days have been wearing, aching on my bones, I am getting old. Well I wish I could ask you how you were; I still remember your face, your dark hair, and your gorgeous chocolate eyes when you were a baby. You remind me much of your father, well I guess I say that a lot don’t I? Well my days have been going fine, I met with a few old patients in the last few days, there is so much death lately, why does this happen, I dearly hope you are sane my son.

……….[he skipped to the bottom of the letter in his memory, this ‘mom’ mostly rambled]

Sometimes I wonder if you even get these letters, or care, how much I hope you are doing well. Stay safe my son.

His hand clenched he wished she'd stop writing 'my son', it didn't seem right, he wasn't her son anymore, No, sometimes I think if you’re the one who didn’t and still doesn’t care. Gun kept walking, he had been getting mail like that since he’d been left at the orphanage all those years ago, every few months… Never a return address. No, they didn’t keep him company, they irritated him. If she cared so much she might as well should’ve kept him instead of given him up like a dog. Gunner stopped for a moment, messaging his temples. He needed to do something, cook something, clean, or just… uh, anyway he put it, he just couldn’t keep walking the streets, going to the pub, then sleep and do the same thing for the next two years. He always tried his best to avoid fights, vampires, werewolves, gangs.

An outcast, a shadow… trapped to the laws of London.

A splash echoed along the walls, someone was running, possibly fast too. He could hear the quick breathing of the person. Some one getting their exercise? He thought and kept walking, his hands stooping in his pockets. The noise was getting closer, almost ten yards away, or so his mind examined. Approximate speed… 11.5 miles per hour. Heart rate… 104 beats per minute He mused his old teachings inside his head, yes even an orphaned child can grow up smart. He laughed and kept walking, until he turned to look who was running, and/or possibly coming strait at him, ready to push him out of the way. Gunner braced himself, he wasn’t in such a mood today to be messed with.

[[ as anyone can tell I’m keeping up with the movies at the theater, I like the quotes Feel free to join anyone to any extent, I’ll try to make this interesting]]

[nicolette]

Getting a full workout and running rather fast and getting her heart rate up, Nicolette sprinted around town her nose twitching attempting to find a scent of blood. Looking around she saw a young man that was rather good looking down a long, darkened alley. A smirk came to her face as he was alone and saw nobody around. Could he be human or like her, a vampire? She slowed up her pace and began walking toward him, his scent becoming stronger and more intoxicating. He seemed to be a vampire just by his scent, but she couldn't be sure.

Nicolette decided that she would introduce herself to this young man. He definitely wasn't a meal as he was so cute, or at least she thought, but would he think she was a meal and she'd have to run away before being fought with? Nicolette hated conflict and drama and if anyone started drama with her it would be all over. Its one thing she cannot stand is drama and death will come to those who challenge it.

Her small figure inched toward him slowly pacing herself and giving her some time to relax herself before going into that alley. She gave a small smile to the man standing there. Hello. I am Nicolette... she said to him seeing his tattered clothing and a crumpled piece of paper that he had seeing some writing on it. She fixed her short shorts and shirt before holding her hand out to him. Is there any way I can help you? she asked him hoping he would be decent enough to talk to her instead of ignore her. Her feet scuffed the ground as she smiled once again toward him. She'll admit she was flirting a bit with him, but hey, he was a definite cutie. What was a vampire girl to do?

[gunner]

I can’t tell when I’m dreaming anymore.

He turned to see a woman, she had been running and he could see it on her face, and she precisely stopped as if it were an order. He saw her walk up to him with all the will in the world, Gunner looked strait back at her, her nice figure didn’t show much amusement to him, and Gun had trained himself of that, and Gun wasn’t the kind of one-night-stand type of guy. he could only laugh at himself for that. She wasn’t a werewolf, that he could tell just by the smell, even with how many feet away she was, but he could see her as a vampire, a figure of one. He could only be sure once he saw the teeth and witnessed it. Though he could be sure, it was he kind, the kind that is like him, but he tried to avoid even more than humans and their sweet blood. Gunner had become too sincere of person for that, forsaken like a dream.

What would she do? He had no idea why vampires would even be out at this time of day, or why they would even bother much with each other, Gunner may be smart but he hadn’t met much more than a few others of his own, new, kind. She walked into the ally, inch by inch, Gunner held his ground with an unmasked face, he wasn’t smiling. She was holding each step closely as if either she was being too aware and weary, or if she thought he might be a human she’d like for lunch. This made Gunner smile, his lips parted in his smile and only slightly did his fangs show, and only complete joy came with it, or so a mask of joy, but not what he actually felt.

I could act just happy, and no one would every worry or wonder.

She stood there smiling too, Hello. I am Nicolette... is what she said, Then she fixed her outfit right and held a hand out to him. for what Gunner tought putting the letter back in his pocket. Under his tattered jacket there was a nice flannel shirt, and Gunner could feel the knife lightly sticking from his belt which had made a rip, though it was unseen to the eye, Gunner could feel it. He sighed. Is there anything way help you? Gunner could tell she was flirting, and certainly Gun didn’t feel comfortable with that much, after just loosing his fiancé, but he would hate to crush the girl, he felt sick to even mention it. Though all at the same time he did feel flattered, still smiling “Your parents named you well Nicolette…”He said, his voice yet so polite and rhythmic. “I’m Gunner, and no, I’m afraid there is nothing to help me with.” He lied, and almost turned away.