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Post by ansy on Jan 22, 2010 10:28:40 GMT -7
Ah Mayfair, a place of illness, dirt and danger, the last been one of Sully's favourite things. He has come to this place to find a little fun, preferably in the form a fight with another vampire or even a human if no-one else can be found. Humans never put up enough of a fight, sure they might try to throw in a few punches but all Sully has to do get a few good hits in on their face or chest and the human is going down and probably not getting back up for a good while if at all. Other vampires on the other hand can give a challenge, event the younger ones have learned how to use their strength.
It's not more than an hour later that a drug addled human comes up to the vampire demanding money. Sully lets the man hit him a few times then suddenly lashes out, grabbing the man by his neck with one hand. The look of surprise and fear in the mans eyes, oh how he loves it. Sully slams the man against a broken brick wall and leans in close to the mans face, baring his fangs. "I love how you humans think that you can just walk up to my kind like you can with werewolves. We are not your little lapdogs. We are the predator and you people are they prey". Without hesitation Sully sinks his fangs into the mans soft flesh, the blood welling up from the wounds.
Finished with the man Sully simple lets him fall to the ground dead. Stepping back he leans his head back breathing out slowly, savouring the beautiful taste of the blood in his mouth. Nothing could replace the bliss taste of it, how some vampires live off animal blood he'll never know. No better than those wolves who suck up to mankind. Wiping away some of the blood from around his mouth Sully turns and walks away from the body, not the least bit concerned about it been found. "That one wasn't the best tasting, perhaps another is needed".
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Post by demetri on Jan 24, 2010 12:48:57 GMT -7
Dispite his dislike for Mayfair, Demetri had to admit that other then the bars her usually went to, these streets were the second best to get a meal. He much disliked hunting the prey, he liked the prey to come to him. Though he was fit, Demetri disliked to chase the humans around, they always screamed or cried, or some other emotion Demetri did not concern himself with.
A trail of smoke from his lit cigarette snaked above and behind him as he rounded a corner beside an old falling building. He took a puff of it but seemed to pause just slightly as he pulled the cig away from his mouth. He could smell blood; fresh blood, not the old blood that clung to bodies that have been dead for weeks on end.
Taking a path between two rundown homes Demetri followed the scent. He had just broke into the open and found the dead man when he noticed it wasn't just him and human. Someone else was walking away. There was not a doupt in Demetri's mind that the man was a vamp. No one just walks past a dead body and not do anything.
Being the type to dislike the murder of humans, especially when it's not neccessary, he trailed after the vampire with a quick step.
"So you're just going to leave the body there?" He spoke in a casual tone, he didn't need to speak up because he knew the man would hear him.
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Post by ansy on Jan 25, 2010 5:52:53 GMT -7
"So you're just going to leave the body there?"
Sully turns so he is facing the man who had spoken. "I see no reason why I should do anything with it. It it weren't me then it would probably have been another pathetic human high on drugs and they would have done the exact same thing as me; left his body on the ground to rot. What would you have done eh? Taken him somewhere for a buriel? I don't think so. You'd see if there's any blood left and then drink yourself silly if there is. And just lik me, you'd leave the body here".
Smiling he walks towards Demetri. "Got a soft spot for humans do we? Makes me think that perhaps you were a vampire to begin with hmm". As Sully comes closer he gets a better look at the other vampire. The face is familiar, the scar, but anyone could have a scar over their eye. But there is something else, a scent so strong that makes his mind want to search through his memories to find out who this man is. "I know you from somewhere. That scar on your eye...".
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Post by demetri on Jan 25, 2010 17:51:22 GMT -7
What would you have done eh? Taken him somewhere for a buriel? I don't think so. You'd see if there's any blood left and then drink yourself silly if there is. And just lik me, you'd leave the body here".[/b]
Demetri had bared his fangs at those words. He felt a need to defend himself, but held his tounge. Telling this vampire that he doesn't kill the person he feeds on would just bring on more nasty remarks. He knew it would.
As the other vamp. approached, part of Demetri told him to take a step back. Instead he dropped his cigarette, putting it out with the tip of his shoe. He didn't move as the other spoke, but his eyes did narrow, a frown clear on his face.
"I wouldn't have the least bit of an idea as to how you would know me. I don't know you, nor to I think I want to."
The more Demetri heard this vampire talk, the more noticable his voice became. He had heard it before, but his memory was a bit fuzzy and he couldn't quite pin point exactly who this vamp. was. Demetri was fairly good at remembering voices and faces.
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Post by ansy on Jan 26, 2010 0:21:42 GMT -7
He hadn't gone out looking to have a fight tonight, but if Demetri wants it then Sully is not one to deny someone the chance to fight. The baring of fangs is usually seen as a gensture of aggression between vampire and other species. So he'd hit a sensative spot with him. "By yout reaction I can guess that you're a vampire who doesn't take the lives of thoes you feed off of. I don't usually either but in the case of that man... well he was a waste of life, his blood wasn't even that good tainted by drugs. Now the best is blood that is clean and pure, free of drugs and other pollutants".
"I don't know you, nor to I think I want to"
"Oh you're no fun at all". His mind searches through its many years of existance for where he knows this males scent from. Suddenly the memories all click into place. That night the power had gone out.He forced his way into the house, destroying the front door. Inside he'd found two parents and their child. The parents he'd killed, the son he simply fed off of and left to either die or turn.
What was the name the mother had called before he'd snapped her neck? A grin forms on his lips, his fangs showing. Sully looks Demetri in the eyes. "Demetri. That was the name she sobbed like a child before her life ended".
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Post by demetri on Jan 28, 2010 18:42:10 GMT -7
((Sorry this took so long, was at grandma's))
Demetri was getting bored with this man, tired of his insults. He found himself taking a step back, beginning to turn away. Demetri had no interest in fighting tonight. Let him mock Demetri, it just means the two of them would walk away tonight without injury. Or so Demetri thought, before the other spoke.
"Demetri. That was the name she sobbed like a child before her life ended".[/i]
Every word in that sentence caused a new level of anger to rise. Demetri was half way turned around now, his side was facing the vampire. Now, though, he moved no more. Body tense, Demetri turned his head slightly towards the vampire. That's why this man's voice sounded to fimiliar to Demetri even thought he could have sworn they had never met before. Suddenly all those words he's said about not caring who this vampire was seemed to be a lie.
"Who are you?" his voice was shakey with anger dispite his attempt to keep it straight.
Demetri felt just inches away from expoding with furious anger and grief. He didn't like this night at all. Who was this man? Why did he sound so fimiliar? Somehow though, his mind was already putting together an explanation, and he didn't like it.
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Post by ansy on Jan 29, 2010 3:23:44 GMT -7
Sully can't help but smile as he sees the gears start to turn in the others head, and the anger rise. What can he say? He likes riling people up and causing trouble usually without a care about who it is he's pissing off. He moves closer to Demetri. "That night the power went out which was not really that a big of a deal. But for me, oh for me it gave me such an opportunity to get what I was looking for so easily".
"Who are you?"
He frowns a little, pretending to be hurt that Demetri wouldn't remember him. "I'm hurt, that you wouldn't remember me, the peson who changed your life so drastically. I could have stayed a little longer and at least made sure that you go through the change and didn't die but I frankly couldn't have cared less if you lived or died, it was all the same to me. I got what I wanted. You just happnend to get in the way. Perhaps I should have cut your throat and let you bleed along side your mother and father". Sully is now almost right up in front of Demetri. He could snap a humans neck with one hand if he wanted, this vampire is around the same age as himself, though he doesn't look as strong.
His grey eyes lock onto Demetri's. "I am your maker... your saviour".
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Post by demetri on Feb 7, 2010 18:51:32 GMT -7
As the vampire moves closer Demetri leaned back, not quite wanting to move, knowing it would only make it obvious to the other that Demetri wasn't much of a fighter. Sure he can hold his ground fairly well with others, but this guy just gave off this nasty aura that made the hairs on his neck stand on-end. Demetri wasn't all that sure he could last long with this one.
Every word spoken now from this man brought unwanted memories flooding back. At first Demetri thought perhaps this vampire just heard it from someone else and whoever it was that ruined his life, but now he was positive that it wasn't someone else who had killed his parents. It was this vampire standing less then a few feet in front of him.
With half-way balled fists, ready to strike out and claw the face off of this vampire in the most brutal way imaginable, Demetri did not look away from the grey eyes.
"I am your maker... your saviour".
At first Demetri could not respond. This vampire was probably expecting him to attack and so was probably ready to move. Demetri had no experience in death fights, nor did he have the guts to kill anyone even if he hated them. Torture them? Sure, but not murder. Deciding not to look like he was backing down, because truth be told he didn't want to, he straightened up out of his leaned-away position. He filled up the small empty space between him and this other vampire easily, both a good and bad move if this vampire decided to finish what he started.
"If this is your idea of being a saviour, then thank you for making my human years the last thing I want to remember, and for making my life as it is a living hell. I'm sure you take great pride in that."
It took a great amount of restraint to keep himself in check and not strike out in blind fury.
Perhaps one less vampire in this world would be a blessing." he thought.
Who ever moved first wouldn't matter, there was a part of Demetri's mind that knew this night was going to get bloody. He'd make sure to spill this vampire's blood before the night ended in what ever way possible.
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