the power of peace (Murazar)

[Apollo White]

Apollo thought that tonight, while the moon was out, that he would take this as an advantage and go shoot some pictures of some flowers. The one thing that Apollo loved to do the most was to take photography pictures. The flowers that he shot, have actually been sold in auctions, and he made a lot of money on a simple daisy picture.

Now that he knew what he was good at, he kept with it ever since. But tonight wasnt like any other night. While he was in the park, shooting flowers, he saw some guy standing by a tree, and he decided that it would make a good picture, the moon was casting a shadow behind the man, making it a mysterious and creepy setting. Apollo thought it was quite cool, so he took one picture and the man started to run after Apollo like he knew he took his picture.

Apollo got up from his crouch and started running down the street and hanging a left towards a restraunt, but when he stopped infront of the restraunt, the man was already there. Apollo turned around and ran into an alleyway to try and run, but it was a dead end, all that was left there was a rust looking colored brink wall and some rusted green dumpsters. When he turned around, the man was there, but Apollo couldnt see his face becasue the shadow made it hard for him to see.

The man crept closer and closer. Apollo was ready to fight if the man tried to make a move on him and try to hurt him, but Apollo wasnt the best at fighting. Violence wasnt the thing he liked to do. Apollo was normally a very nice and caring guy, but today he had to change that all just to protect himself from this creepy man.

The man ran towards apollo, and charged him, tackling him to the ground, breaking apollos new 120$ camera. Apollo didnt care at the moment. This man was trying to kill him. Apollo would have just deleted the picture anyways, but no. This man wanted him dead. The guy took a swing and nailed Apollo in his left eye, knocking him a tad out of it, so Apollo had no idea what was going on.

When out of the clear blue, Apollo blacked out after the man hit him a second time. The man stole his camera and the extra change that was on his body and left Apollo lay there in the alley to bleed his way to a painful and horrible death.

Hopefully someone or something will come and get him and try to save him before he dies and leaves the world...forever.

[murazar]

Murazar well, he wasn't wearing his typical clothes. He was wearing his work clothes, or rather his companys armor since he went on a mission with one of his team members to ensure it succeeded.

So pretty much he was decked out in steel armor over his camouflage clothes and had a steel mask the he for now had pushed upward to reveal his face, his ski mask was pocketed away. The emblems on the armor were a the companies initials. Murazar or rrahkarr had yet to come up with a cool symbol that would work yet.

He was deep in thought that he didn't realize a vampire, because of the paleness and the speed of which he ran out of the alleyway caught his attention. He didnt hear another heartbeat in the alley, but he did however smell blood. Other vampire blood, which was odd that the other one could so easily take out the other vampire.

That was not normally possible. Well, unless they were as good as him and perhaps stronger. Which the other guy didn't look like. He just looked like some poor fool who made his life by mugging or killing.

Murazar sighed for a moment before deciding to at least check and see if the person truly was dead. If he was he'd move on, if not. Well he'd decide from there. As he reached the corner he crouched for a moment and looked slightly around it before pulling his head back. The sight wasn't even close to the worst he had seen. The only confirmation was there was no other danger he could see in the alleyway.

So agaisnt his better judgement of simply moving along he decided to walk in there slowly. Upon reaching the kid he crouched and checked for his pulse at his neck. Sighing he realized there was still a pulse even if vampires didn't have a heart breathing the blood was still moving somewhat which was what he felt.

He rolled the kid over on his back and picked him up before walking off. Soon he had reached a safehouse nearby which he had planned on going to anyway. Once he had arrived he put him in the bed after checking him for any other basic wounds and cleaned up the slight amount of blood.

Once he had done so he locked up his weapons and the apartment before taking a shower and setting his steel armor and camo clothes onto the table in front of the couch. Once he was finished he dressed in his suit, then he went over and sat down beginning to clean his armor, but he kept the color of it dull instead of shiny. He just decided to wait for the kid to walk out since the fire escape wasn't even in that room and the floor was too high to even go out the window safely. Even for a vampire.

[Apollo White]

He felt as if he were dreaming. He could still smell and hear, but he could see and talk. He felt his body lift up and get carried someplace. If only Apollo could see where he was going, he would be able to go back and feel safe there. But the problem was is that he didnt know who was carrying him. If it was someone who was going to help him or someone who was going to use him for their own personal uses.

He would most rather they help him, but when he felt the softness of a bed, he couldnt decide now. He felt safe in the bed, but he felt voulnerable too. He still didnt have the strenth to move yet, but as soon as he felt the man, he guessed it was, start to clean his face up a little, he felt safe. Apollo could now rest a little until he was able to move again.

When he heard the man leave the room, his eyes opened and he looked around, sitting up in the bed, wondering where he is. Talking might let the guy know that he is awake, and Apollo didnt know if he wanted that yet, even though he could fight well, but he just didnt like to. He shifted in the bed and hung his feet over the side, and he felt really tired and weak, but strong enough to hold himself up if he had to walk.

The warm air of where he was made him settle down and calm himself from the fight that he had been in in the alley. He noticed that his camera was gone and he cursed quietly under his breath, almost ticked about it. He knows that the camera cost a shit load of money, but he didnt have enough to get the camera again.

Feeling that he needs to explore a little, he scooted off the bed and crept over to the door and opened it quietly, and pushing it open a little, seeing a man in a nice suit, shining some armor of some sort, but it didnt seem like he was shining it, but more like he was just cleaning it off. Apollo was a little worried now, but he felt safe too. This man hasnt hurt him, but brought him somewhere safe. Could Apollo really trust this man just because he helped him once?

He backed into the room again, leaving the door where it is. But when the door started to open by itself, he kinda freaked out a little and layed on the bed, watching the door. He just sat there, wondering if the man would come in so Apollo could thank him and get on his way back to his home.

[murazar]

Murazar jerked his head to the direction of the bedroom door as he heard it open ever so slightly. He stopped for a moment and walked over silently to open the door.

He saw the kid laying on the bed and sighed for a moment before grumbling to himself. He walked over and stood next to him before turning his head around. He checked the wound for a second before asking him,"Whats your name kid."

Considering it was now starting to become daytime, that mean't since they were both vampires the sun wasn't showing in the room at all and neither could leave the building. Well murazar could, but that would be uncomfortable to do sewer traveling.

He made it clear just by looking at him and his firm vice-grip when he turned the kids head that he was a very strong person and was not to be messed with. The look on his face just by holding a blank neutral expression seemed to make him seem angry. Which in retrospect would be bad because if he was angry he'd probably just go ape-shit and destroy the room to relieve stress.

He spoke again when the kid didn't answer quick enough." Well whats your name! It its polite to give your name to someone who found you before the sun poked up and fried you." That ought to let the other vampire, who looked like a kid to him know he wasn't leaving anytime soon.

Which in hindsight made him irritated, because he never did like weak people. Well, weak vampires. They were after all supposed to all be powerful predators at night. At least he was, one of the most powerful without question.

[Apollo White]

While he was laying there on the bed, he heard the mans footsteps walk close to the door and apollo got scared. He didnt want to get hurt again, and he just wanted to get out of here and go home while he could before the sun comes up. But as soon as the man walked into the room, he couldnt help but take a look at him before he walked next to him. He was a good looking man, but he looked a little to old for Apollos taste.

The man looked as if he was in his early twentys, and apollo was 17 (right now) and didnt look any older then what his real age was. The man walked over and looked at apollo, but he didnt look at the man at first until the guy grabbed his face and made him look at him. (idk if thats what he did, it confused me) "Whats your name?" the man asked him and Apollo was a tad nervous to talk yet around this man. He looked really powerful and he thought that if the man wanted to that he could just kill him right then and there if he didnt reply.

"I...I..." Apollo tried to tell him but the man yelled this time again what his name was. Apollo finally blurted out, "Im Apollo White." Apollo looked at him and looked slightly afraid. As the man looked into his eyes, Apollo felt as if he should act a bit more tough around this guy. This guy didnt look as tough to apollo anymore when he thought like this. He wasnt scared of this man, but where the fuck did the man bring him?

[murazar]

Murazar let go of him and backed up to lazily lean agaisnt the wall. He sighed for a moment, before looking back at the kid..Apollo was too much for him to call him by. Apollo was the name of a god, a god of archery no less.

He'd stick with white then, that was harmless enough. He spoke politely yet with force, he also had a hint of irritation. That and his italian accent made him seem like a mafia member although his accent was less pronounced.

"Alright then, considering its already daytime. Plus your sneaking about already, would you mind telling me how a Vampire. Was mugged in a alleyway? I'm not in the habit of saving strangers and taking them to one of the apartments I own. Well, Mr White?"

He implied he was rich, tough, and obviously irritated and disappointed with apollo white. A vampire should very well know how to fight. In his books anyone should know how to fight. It was what he thrived and lived on his whole life.

He tapped his foot to show his apparent no patience, which in fact was the opposite of what he had. He had alot of patience, just no tolerance. At the moment he wanted a damn reason on how a vampire couldn't defend themself and at least injure their attacker.

[Apollo White]

when apollo moved his face away and sat up in the bed, looking at the man on his own, he felt really bad that he wasted the mans time. He could have just left Apollo there in the Alleyway, but he decided that he was going to help him. He didnt feel right anymore and wanted to leave this place and just go home and sleep, if he could.

When the man asked him how he got mugged, he frowned. "Well to be honest sir, im not the type to get violent. Even if im in a fight. I dont tend to be violent unless i get really pissed off" Apollo sighed and looked down in his lap, feeling really bad now. He didnt want the man to stare at this piece of shit boy any longer. Apollo would rather the man just tell him how to get home so he can be on his way with life.

He looked around the room, the shades were all closed and the room was a little dark, maybe because the lights were off and only the light from the blinds was shining though. Apollo stayed a good distance on the bed away from the window. Once in a while, he snuck a peek at the guy, wanting to know if he was staring at him, making him feel even worse, worse enough to the point where Apollo would rather just walk out into the sun so the guy wouldnt have to see his face again.

"Can i please just go home now? please?"
He did know how to ask polietly, but he also said it like he was kinda upset and pissed that the man brought him here and not someplace else. Apollo just wanted out.

[murazar]

Murazar sighed, the kid really didn't know how to defend himself. Plus he really was like a kid on how he acted. He wanted to go out in the sunlight because he was embarressed? What idiocy was this?

He replied angrily, like a father chastising a kid. "What are you eight? You'd rather die to avoid embaressment? Thats pathetic, for your own sake your old enough to be on your own. You ought to be in control of your emotions, and already know how to fight. I was trained to fight, and do it for a job. How could you not even spend money let alone have someone teach you something?"

He was irritated enough to spar with the kid to teach him how to fight via experience. Which would solve the problem and get his frustration out. After all they had hours upon hours before the light fell again. Plus he didn't sleep much, if only a few hours per day if that.

Sleep wasn't the friendliest of domains he ruled. Most of the time it felt like hell to him. Murazar motioned for him to get up, and started to walk to the kitchen. "Get up. Since we have so much time until you leave, the least I can do is teach you how to fight some. Also since you only fight when your angry, which is pathetic to me. You need to find a different reason to fight."

If the kid didn't he might accidently kill him. Which was fine by him, considering it wouldn't affect him at all if in the slightest.

[Apollo White]

He jumped a little hearing the man yell at him. He didnt expect the man to predict what he was thinking this whole time while he was in this room. Was the man able to read minds? Apollo was baffled and didnt know what to say to the man. He just sat there, feeling even worse now, even though he was older then he looked, the young feature made him get emotional and start to tear up a little.

But apollo had to hold that emotion back becasue he didnt want the man to get even more pissed at him for being a baby in his presence too. What did this man want? Did he want him to be a perfect fighter just like him or something? Apollo didnt want to cause anymore trouble. "Im sorry, but your making me feel like a piece of shit because i didnt want to harm someone. Im sorry for being such a failure in your eyes as a vampire" Apollo looked away from the man, not wanting anything to do with him anymore.

When the man, whos name Apollo didnt know yet, told him to follow him into the other room, he didnt want to, but he also didnt want the man to get pissed at him anymore, so he just got off the bed and walked in the room where he was and looked at him. He stood there, not knowing what to do. So he looked as if he was really uncomfortable and didnt want to be in the same room as the guy anymore. But he might as well becasue the guy wanted to teach Apollo how to fight when hes in danger. Apollo could learn a little bit from this guy.

[murazar]

Murazar grumbled as he heard the kid complain he was making him feel like shit. Really? some stranger yelling at him made him feel like shit? He handled that in boot camp for the military. That was neigh two hundred years ago. This punk, already on his own probably couldn't even handle someone yelling at him?

He grumbled to himself as he stood there, he spoke calmly. Anger seemed to have melted away, "Listen kid. You can't even guess how long i've been alive. To top it off, I guess the reason i'm being angry with you is mainly because. A, you couldn't even run away despite your physical skills enhanced as a vampire. B, my entire team was killed by vampires near two hundred years ago when I changed. Besides ruining my life, I have something agaisnt all three races on a general level."

He breathed easy," C, well to see a vampire. Beaten so easily, when two killed a entire well armed team way back when with their bare hands after being surprised. That sort of pisses me off. Now to set this straight, I don't hate you. But I don't like you either, thats expected since I only know your name. Which to say is a odd name to have considering your no god or even greek."

He paused for a moment to sit down, before standing right back up. Even though he was and seemed calm, he seemed antsy. Which logically was because someone he had brought into a safehouse was practically a child. In his eyes at least, he had seen death so much that the meaning of his own name matched his persona.

[Apollo White]

Apollo didnt want to be in the same room with the guy anymore. He hated when people were mad for stupid reasons. Apollo lost that fight because he didnt want to hurt anyone. So why is this man still talking to Apollo and not leaving? Does he think that he will have some potential at fighting in later days? At this moment, he didnt care and just wanted for the guy to leave him alone.

He sat there, listening to the man speak. He didnt want to hear it all, but he did anyways because the man seemed to be more powerful then him. He explained the reasons why he wasnt so happy. Apollo nodded and replied to every responce in a few sentences. "Well i ran away, i did, but the guy caught up, because i forgot that the alleyway i ran into was a dead end, secondly, I didnt want to hurt the guy. I feel bad for what i did about 100 years ago, but im sorry that i couldnt defend myself and had to have you waste your time on me." Apollo stood there, looking at the man like he was his father now, explaining to him why he wasnt so great.

But as the man continued to talk, Apollo got slightly mad. When the guy said that the name 'Apollo' is a name pretty much meant for a god, he wasnt very happy. "My mother gave me that name. She said whe i was born, she saw the twinkle in my eyes and it reminded her of the sun, thus that is why she called me Apollo. And now that you know my name so very well...might i ask what yours is?" Apollo smiled kinda cocky, but it made him feel a bit better.

[murazar]

Murazar smiled for a moment, the kid was actually getting angry. The tone hit that chord too well in his ears for him to not recognize it. He replied in a distant way before sitting down. The armor still sitting there half done.

"Well, I am the fox. Hmm, on second thought i'll tell you my real name. Not like it can hurt me. My given name is Murazar Dauthi. Old high german for 'The Shadow of Death.' I was named that from birth, the irony plays out. Most people just call me fox, easier to pronounce."

He didn't quite like the kid too much, he had almost no backbone. Seemed to be naturally afraid of him, to what degree or exactly how he didn't know. After all he was a predator, even if he couldn't tell if it was fear or just plain fight-or-flight reacting. It didn't matter he was still in his eyes weak.

He motioned for him to sit down, "Take a seat since your going to be here for awhile. Unless you want to go say hi to some drug addicts or serial killers. At least you didn't get raped in the alley. Hell, i'm surprised you didn't get killed considering these days."

Not the friendliest way to try and make some sort of peace without being crazily angry. Which to him seemed to be the only feeling he had felt to varying degrees. Lately happiness seemed to intrude. It was uncomfortable.

He also motioned to the kitchen," Blood in the kitchen." He motioned to the other door to another room. "Bathroom there." He seemed more calm, polite, and more like a host now as if the kid wasn't anything more than a guest. Which in this case he guessed he was. His mood seemed to have gone from sporadic to simply settled. Which he guessed to himself was fine, although he doubted very much the kid was a hundred years old. His maturity seemed to be seriously underdeveloped.

[Apollo White]

After hearing Murazar say his name, Apollo agreed with himself that he would just call him The Fox because the other name was too hard to say. Looking at him, apollo felt a little bit better and not so afraid of the guy. He felt as if he could rely on him as a father figure. Apollo wished his father was still around, but he did die way back when.

When Apollo sat in the chair, The Fox told him where everything was in the house. Not realizing how hungry he was, until his tummy rumbled. He got back up from the chair and walked into the kitched and looked in the fridge and grabbed some of the blood and poured it into a cup and put it in the microwave to heat it up. He liked his blood warm, like it was actually coming from the source.

When it beeped, he grabbed his cup and walked back into the living room and looked at the fox. "Do you want any?" It did seem like a nice thing to do, knowing that he did bring him into his house from the night before the sun rose. He wanted to become somewhat nice and good in the mans eyes instead of not being liked.

[murazar]

Murazar nodded in thanks, "Yes, a bit of it. Trying to keep on the fringe of just enough. Even if my job is exhausting." It seemed as if everything before was a firestorm of emotions, and then now that they had vanished. It now seemed everything was just fine.

Which to him was understandable, from his viewpoint it was good to vent. His job was stressful enough, which because of the pay and enjoyment from it was the only reason he kept doing his job and didn't let rrahkarr take over.

Well that and rrahkarr had no tolerance for paperwork. The most he could do would be to write a extremely accurate report and leave it at that. Which was good enough if he dealt with other parts of the business. The only good thing about the business is that he wasn't required to set up contracts.

People came to him, he rather liked that feeling. He used to have to go to people who called for him in some form or manner. Now those people waited in the lobby or dealt with the tech or military advisor departments. To him it was a good idea, up until the point where some of the more shady or important contracts feel upon him directly.

He began to clean the armor again. It seemed to have blood in the oddest places. Which to him seemed quite normal and also seemed quite proficient in cleaning the armor completely.

[Apollo White]

Apollo nodded and walked back into the kitchen and got another glass of blood and heated it up for him. When he walked back out, he saw that The Fox was cleaning his armor that he saw before. He set the glass down on the table for him and sat in a chair across from him, on the other side of the room. He didnt know what to talk about with the guy sitting infront of him. He didnt want to start a conversation yet because if he started a conversation about the wrong topic, he might think hes even more stupid and ignore him.

So Apollo sat there, and drank some of the blood. He got up from the chair and decided to look around the rooms and house. He saw pictures that looked really old and antique. One he saw looked as if it were from like 100 years ago. He saw that the Mur was in the photo. He must have been old. Apollo was shocked. He turned and looked into the bathroom. It was clean and very nice. Apollo would go to the bathroom in here. Most of the time he wouldnt go potty anywhere unless he was at his own home. He didnt like to go in other peoples homes unless he knew them well.

After he explored the house, Apollo walked back into the living room and say back in the chair and looked at Mur again. "What did you do with the armor?" He felt like that was a dumb question, but he wanted to talk in some way to the man. He didnt want this conversation to be boring or anything where yelling starts again.