Drinken' Life Away {Murazar}

[rrahkarr]

It was just one of those days, and Rrahkarr was feeling depressed after completing a job. He was close to Clerkenwell on his drive home so he decided to hit up one of the bars and drown some of his pains away. He parked his car; an old rusting metal heap, and walked along the side of the road. It was night out but the area was well lit by all the neon signs and lights that seemed to be on every building; trying to lure people in and spend their money and do the same as what Rrahkarr had planned.

It definitely wasn’t silent out as he passed by bars and clubs that had music blaring. After walking for a few minutes he found the bar he usually drank at and entered the bar. It was old and had a rustic feel to it; which made him feel a little better for some odd reason. There were few people in here at this early hour and The Unforgiven II by Metallica was playing from the bar’s jukebox. That was another thing he liked about this bar; besides the old rustic look, it also played older music from when he was young.

He walked up to the bartender and ordered a double Jim ‘n coke and started drink. The bartender was a human and in his late thirties; a person who Rrahkarr had come to trust a little because he never tried to uncover anything about his patrons. If he talked it was about how things had gone that day and sometimes the man would even buy a round for everyone on the house if he was in a cheerful mood; of which he was.

Rrahkarr wasn’t even in there for ten minutes and he had already downed seven drinks. Jim was an alcohol he drank fairly regularly and had built quite a tolerance to it; he had been drinking it like a fish for a long time before he even came to London. He ordered another drink as an old favorite of his started to play; it was No More Tears by Ozzy Ozbourne. After he had downed another five more drinks; and he was starting to order just straight Jim, the door opened and more people entered the bar.

[murazar]

Murazar or The Fox as today’s client who he had just received his payment from knew him as. Today, or rather tonight since he was a night owl of sorts he figured since his paycheck this time was too small for any useful a amount of monetary use. He decided he'd go to his favorite bar which happened to play music from back in the day.

to him that was great because not only did he buy the most expensive drinks for himself, he enjoyed it by reminiscing about the ol' days when happiness reigned. Too bad those are long gone. Everyone I know is dead. I hope god forgives me, because I will not leave a purpose undone. He thought for just a moment before walking into the pub.

The reason he didn't drive? He didn't own a car if he needed one he'd just rent it. To hell with leaving a paper trail or renting a car long enough to spend too much money or evidence there. Regardless he walked in, he was of course wearing his typical fairly expensive suit. Sunglasses folded on his buttoned up jacket right above the necktie. Couple that with his paleness of skin and obvious lethal looking stare, and it was far too easily identifiable as a vampire.

Not just any vampire, but a big player too considering he was in this bar. That also mean't he was packing heat. Where anyone could guess, he of course knew his silenced 9mm was in his jacket pocket and some garrote wire was in his shoe. Of course that simply meant the barkeep and people glanced at him once and continued with what they were doing. He was of no concern to them so long as he didn't start a damn fight. If he did, depending on who and why most patrons would run and hide or stay and fight. Then the cops would come and it'd be one big damn problem.

Instead Murazar simply smiled at the barkeep and changed the music to .45 by Shinedown. Afterwards he sauntered over and sat down on a stool not too far away from what he recognized as a very large man. Obviously, just by looking at his hands and glass he could tell a lot about a person, which is exactly what he did. Heavy drinker, calluses, wood worker? No gun calluses. Mercenary, assassins don’t have that many usually.

He used his peripheral vision to glance at him without even appearing to do so. He smiled at the barkeep as he ordered one of the most expensive drinks. Cognac, three ice cubes in the glass too. He didn't need to get drunk; he needed to live with his pain. He reevaluated the man, in his evaluation of the room he was the most dangerous out of them all, other than him of course.

He sipped his cognac savoring the taste. Mercenary and an assassin. Not here for me, off duty then. His mind tickled him about the man, he seemed familiar... In a positive way? That was about as confusing as anything. Was his instinct’s going bad after all these years or maybe not? He decided to use a wait and see approach in order to decide how to approach him and figure this mystery ou

[rrahkarr]

Rrahkarr had been challenged. The last few people who entered the bar seemed to be of a local small time gang. They were already partially drunk when they entered and seemed to think highly of themselves with the way they acted. He noticed the larger of the four men that had entered, was heading towards him. He must have noticed that Rrahkarr was drinking a lot of shots because when he stopped not more than a foot away he started yelling and ranting on about something and ended with “You think you’re a drinker then I challenge you to a drinking match!”

Rrahkarr chuckled at the man; finding what he said and the way he acted hilarious. What the hell, I haven’t let myself go in a long time. He thought to himself and agreed to the challenge. The man yelled at the barkeep and told him to bring as many shots of Tequila that they could drink. Rrahkarr chuckled again and said “No, if we’re going to drink then lets drink some German Brandy not that week shit!”

The man looked surprised but didn’t back down; he didn’t want to appear weak to his buddies. They stood in front of the bar and the moment the barkeep pushed forward several glasses towards them they started downing them left and right. For a few minutes they drank shot after shot of the German Brandy, each holding their own. Even though Rrahkarr had been drinking before they entered the bar, he was still sober as the day was long. The man however was past drunk and he was starting to rock back and forth as he tried to stay balanced. They both downed another shot each and that was when the man dropped the glass and sprinted towards the restrooms.

Rrahkarr laughed as he re-took his seat. He looked up and noticed the barkeep was obviously entertained and happy that the end result wasn’t a needless fight. The door opened then and with it a gust of cold air entered; signaling that the temperature outside had dropped and that another person had entered the bar. Rrahkarr didn’t bother to look but noticed that the conversations in the bar seemed to die down a little. He also saw the barkeep glance up at who came in, nod and quickly look away. The music changed to 45 by Shinedown before the new person took a seat not too far away from Rrahkarr.

Rrahkarr felt eyes on him and took a casual glance at who had entered before looking back down at the shot in front of him. The man wore an expensive black suit with a blue tie. He had sunglasses in the suits and the cow will circle the mooooon! pocket and his skin was pale. Hmm, haven’t seen him here before. An obvious vampire with those looks…and a big time player at that with those threads, as long as he doesn’t start anything we’re good. Rrahkarr thought to himself and if this vampire tried something the several guns hidden away by his black trench coat would come in handy. Yet something was different about this vampire, he seemed…familiar.

He noticed the vampire order a very expensive drink; cognac. Oh yeah, this guy is a big player all right to order that as the first drink of the night, but what is this feeling? He thought to himself when someone’s hand was placed on his shoulder. Rrahkarr quickly looked over his shoulder and noticed the three buddies of the man he beat in the drinking match were standing behind him; all looking very pissed and very drunk.

Rrahkarr stood up and turned around to say something but the man who had his hand on Rrahkarr's shoulder had other idea's. When Rrahkarr had turned around the man took a swing at him with a simple pocket knife. Rrahkarr saw the knife and grabbed the man's arm with his left hand before it would of hit him. He then pulled the man towards his right side and elbowed him; as hard as he could, square in the face.

After Rrahkarr elbowed him he still had his arm so he flipped the man over his shoulder and threw him to the ground. The mans buddies were surprised at how fast Rrahkarr dispatched their friend. Before the next one could act Rrahkarr leaped up and kicked the next man in the face. After Rrahkarr had landed he performed a reverse roundhouse kick to the third man as he tried to attack Rrahkarr. He was so busy with the three of them he failed to notice the fourth man come back into the room with a combat knife drawn and ready.

[murazar]

Murazar put his glass down and his hands unbuttoned his jacket as if he was getting hot despite the fact he couldn't feel temperature. What he was doing was preparing for trouble. Or at least that was what people probably thought. The reason?

Oh maybe because three of the losers buddies were going to gang up on the person who seemed so familiar to him. He instinctly felt an urge to just attack with extreme prejudice and anger. He managed to contain it and the only expression that appeared on his face was a slight frown. His hands worked to silently screw the silencer back on the pistol.

After all you can't carry around a pistol that’s already silenced, its just not discreet! Once he was done he kept it held in his right hand hidden amongst the crowd. His left hand took another sip of his cognac. As soon as the little tussle began his memory dug into his head sharp enough to feel like broken glass.

Rrahkarr. Rrahkarr James Suttara. Why is he here? ALIVE! His cold demeanor just changed dramatically. His face contorted in fury, the occupants of the bar flipped tables and chairs to make cover as he pulled his pistol out and put three rounds in the fourth kids heart. The force was like a hit in the face with a bat, he jumped back before hitting the ground. He died almost instantly.

He clicked the safety on and jumped forward after saying in shock. His accent Italian instead of American. "James!" It wasn't his first name, then again it was a helluva lot quicker that his first or last name. It was also more personal. He figured he was the only one alive who knew it.

His lunge took two of the kids to the ground like sacks of potatoes. He kneeled and slammed his fist through their necks. This was no time to play around, to top it off they were human so he was at the least six times stronger and faster than them. To them he might as well have been a demon.

He stood buttoning his jacket back up staring Rrahkarr in the eyes. Heck of a bloody way to meet up.

[rrahkarr]

Rrahkarr turned around and saw the guy he had beat at drinking only to witness three holes erupt in his chest. Rrahkarr actually dodged out of the way; his memories of training with an ex-marine kicking in, as he noticed those holes were caused from bullets. As soon as he had dodged from the gunfire he heard a voice with an Italian accent yell “James”. He looked in the direction of who had yelled his middle name and witnessed the vampire leap through the air and tackle the other two guys who had gotten back up.

Rrahkarr didn’t know how this vampire knew his middle name and he was intrigued at how he knew. He watched as the vampire slammed his fists into the two guys’ necks. The vampire then slowly stood back up; buttoning his jacket back up, and stared into Rrahkarr’s eyes. Rrahkarr stood up as he watched the vampire examine him. With what just happened it took a second for the body count to add up in Rrahkarr’s head.

That’s when Rrahkarr saw the fourth guy; behind the vampire, pulling out a gun. Acting on impulse; and the desire to know how the vampire knew his middle name, Rrahkarr reached into his trench coat with his right hand and quickly grabbed onto the grip of his .50cal Desert Eagle and pulled it from its holster. With incredible aim and speed it appeared as if he was going to shoot the vampire but as he fired the .50cal slug flew past the vampire’s right cheek.

The man behind the vampire was killed when the .50cal slug hit him in the head; causing his head to explode from the power of the round. Rrahkarr then lowered his gun and re-holstered it where it belonged under his trench coat. The whole time his eyes never left the vampires eyes, he was taking in the vampires facial features and one name kept popping up.

Murazar? Murazar Fox Dauthi…but how? Rrahkarr thought to himself when he remembered that in Murazar’s grave was a casket that only held a copy of his uniform, medals and the ribbons he earned. They never found his body…and this must be why. Rrahkarr thought and sighed, he then looked over to where the barkeep was and said “MacKenzie, sorry for the mess. I’ll pay for the damages before I leave.”

MacKenzie the barkeep just replied “I thought you would Jay, no worries.” As he got up from under the bar; holding onto his Ithaca 37 old style pump action shotgun. Rrahkarr smiled slightly before asking “MacKenzie…can you open up one of the private rooms in the back. I need to talk this one.” He gestured to the finely dressed vampire in front of him as he said that.

MacKenzie nodded and threw Rrahkarr the keys to unlock any of the backrooms; which were originally used for underground gambling amongst other things. Rrahkarr stepped past the vampire and headed towards the backrooms. As Rrahkarr past the vampire he said “Fox” being; if this was Murazar, his middle name.

[murazar]

Murazar flinched for a moment as the bullet traveled past his cheek. It was hard to refrain from moving. Plus the .50 caliber bullet left a very powerful ring in his ear. Far more powerful than a humans since his senses were above theirs. He raised his hand and used his pinky finger to clean his ear out for a moment out of a small habit.

He nodded to Rrahkarr when he said fox to him. He remembered and he was not the wrong person. He allowed a small smile, although it seemed somewhat ghostly considering his near devoid of emotion now and the fact he was so pale. Before he walked to the room he picked up his cognac and followed Rrahkarr. The only thing he was truly glad for right now, was that the shotgun that the barkeep had was not used.

That would have hurt quite a lot, and would force him to drink the blood out of one of the bodies. In fact he actually took one of the kids with the broken neck, dragging him behind him. After all this, he would need his breakfast. Before he followed Rrahkarr he finished off his cognac in a single chug and set the glass down neatly before leaving a fifty as a tip. Generous tip considering what had happened.

As he dragged the body that still was pumping blood, he could hear the heartbeat now that his own emotions had calmed down. Ok meal, check, drank one cognac for a start, check, found probably one of the oldest beings currently alive who happened to be my bond-brother, check. Now time to figure out what the hell is going on. His thoughts were deeply sarcastic and said in his mind as if expecting a answer from himself although he knew none was coming.

At the very least he guessed both were now true monsters. He grimly laughed inwardly in his thoughts. He more than likely was more crushed, he knew what he lost and never could go back to it until he died. He was completely alone for so long. Long enough to learn to ruthlessly hate humanity, vampires, and werewolves in a general sense.

Vampires and werewolves especially. They were causing more wars than necessary. The world can only take so much pressure before it died. He did not need a bloody death count reaching the billions yet, although the death count had risen. Especially in London. Regardless, he needed to know what the hell happened while he was gone that century. He also needed to know how the hell he became a werewolf.

[rrahkarr]

Rrahkarr proceeded down the dark and barren hallway towards the backrooms of the pub; with a small smile on his face. Rrahkarr looked over his shoulder and noticed that his buddy was dragging one of the bodies of the guys that they had just taken out. He figured the man was still alive and that he was going to be breakfast for his buddy. Good thing I ate earlier. Rrahkarr thought as he stopped at a door and unlocked it using the key that MacKenzie had given him.

The room that they entered was void of light so Rrahkarr felt along the wall and found a light switch. He flipped it and a few lights turned on; not a lot but enough to see comfortably. The switch seemed to power everything in that room because there was another Jukebox in this room that lit up. There were booths, tables and chairs everywhere. All the chairs were turned upside down and sat upon the tables to keep the floor clear of obstacles. There was also another bar area here with empty shelves but everything seemed to be clean and wiped down; which meant this room was used not too long ago.

Rrahkarr walked further into the room and headed towards one of the large booths that were along the far wall. He stopped midway to the booths and turned to his buddy and said “Take a seat.” Rrahkarr then walked casually over to the jukebox; his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, and looked at the selection. He operated the machine to play in a random order then looked for a song to start off with. That’s when his eyes fell on the song; Screaming in the Night by Krokus. Now there’s…an old song. This was sis's favorite song. He thought and a small wave of depression hit him. He shook the feeling away and pressed the button, shortly after the song started to play.

“So…is it really you Murazar?” Rrahkarr asked whilst his back faced the vampire.

[murazar]

Murazar walked in after Rrahkarr, the room was pitch black as death. Despite that he as a vampire could see perfectly as if it was daytime. He walked on ahead before his friend turned on the lights. Friend... Long time since that term actually meant anything. Guess we'll find out if the bonds of ancient history hold up despite what’s happened.

Murazar walked over and sat down, the minute Rrahkarr asked the question he answered simply." Dauthi at your service." He gave a slight mocking bow. His Italian accent remaining. As a norm his accent was out of place in the UK. It was good enough to make him seem like a native there. Once he said so he looked at the jukebox from his position.

Reading a different song he broke a leg off a nearby chair and threw the leg hitting a button changing the song to Livin' on Borrowed Time by Puddle of Mudd. Fairly appropriate in his opinion, he was living on borrowed time. He knew Rrahkarr was who he was; he was harder to fake than himself. He was a easy person to fake, him knowing his last name however was impossible unless Rrahkarr gave that out.

He proceeded to bite into the live, but paralyzed mans wrist and drain him of blood. That way his clothing would be stained. That wouldn't be good; washing stains out was very bad in his opinion of time. He made sure it was a quick meal and drained the man fast. His eyes flickered a few times before he heard the heartbeat slow.... Then stop entirely.

He picked up the body by one arm and threw it over onto a different table before licking his lips clean. Then he leaned back into his chair, at the moment he could relax. Even if this wasn't Rrahkarr he was physically superior. They were too close for ranged warfare. To top it off he was like a animal when he fought, combine that with knowledge of lethal and none-lethal points and his CQC training in the military made him dangerous enough to not bother learning a hand to hand trade.

He asked back politely and calmly," Ok Rrahkarr. What in the name of two century’s did I miss?" His to the point attitude here was delivered as nicely as possible. A habit, but one he didn’t need to break.

[rrahkarr]

Rrahkarr chuckled at the way he responded to the question. Cynical as always, it’s defiantly him. Rrahkarr thought as his old friend changed the song from halfway across the room. This caused Rrahkarr to chuckle again as he walked over to where Murazar had taken a seat. Of course he’d change the song…not bad either. He thought as he approached Murazar; who started to quickly drain the human he dragged with him.

By the time Rrahkarr took a seat across from Murazar he had just finished draining the human and threw the lifeless body onto a nearby table. After that was done Murazar asked him plainly and bluntly what had happened over the past two centuries they hadn’t seen each other. The small smile that Rrahkarr’s lips formed disappeared and was replaced with a small frown.

Rrahkarr thought back to when they were just in their late teens early twenties. He then explained everything that had happened from that accursed night, to tracking the werewolf that killed his family, learning Muai Thai in Thailand, learning of the war between werewolves and vampires here in London, hooking up with an ex-marine who had become a mercenary, to becoming a mercenary himself.

“After I became a merc, it was years later that all my clients started moving their operations here. After learning what was going on here, I took one more job in Italy to pay for me coming here in hopes of finding that bastard who did this to me.” Rrahkarr said in a frustrated voice and indicated the scars about his body. He sighed; letting his frustrations vent, as he leaned back in the seat he was in and stared up at the ceiling.

He remained like that in blissful silence for a few minutes before looking at Murazar and saying in a calm voice “So, what the hell happened to you? How did you become a vampire?”

[murazar]

Murazar nodded respectfully for a moment and said softly,” Belated condolences to the both of us.” He coughed for a moment before getting himself ready to speak. His thoughts wandered to just after him arriving in the Middle East.

He lifted his head up slightly and as if by instinct he spoke with clarity, as if he remembered everything perfectly. His voice was half monotone and half pure calm, his accent faded to nothing.

He related the events from arriving in the east, to his scar, to his promotions, to the change, the wandering/slaughtering for a year to control himself, the loneliness to such a high degree he almost committed suicide from shame, then anger at the vampires him and his team killed, the moving to Italy and becoming the fox…La Valupe, the insane suicidal requests he accepted and accomplished, all the way to the current present where he was sitting now.

He shrugged for a moment; both of their stories took well over an hour to say. His longer because he remembered more, probably the visual enhancement from vampirism. He never inflicted his voice with emotion, not once. Not even when he said he visited his parents, Rrahkarr’s, and his parent’s graves on the day of the death without fail every year.

His tone became normal, the Italian accent returned. He joked for a moment,” Good thing you weren’t in Italy long. You might have died.” Not directly saying he’d have a .22 in the back of his head, or a knife in between the vertebrae that connected to his skull in the bathroom. Both easy to do, considering no one was even close to invincible except maybe some vampires if they had tons of blood on hand.

Murazar asked, his voice calm as calm could be.” So, I guess we both are screwed up.” Too bad I couldn’t make it back in time to save his parents. I would never have made it across the sea in the first place without wiping out all crew of either aircraft or boat. Then I’d crash the damn thing and die most likely.

[rrahkarr]

Rrahkarr listened intently at every word that Murazar said; painting a picture of what it must have been like in his head. He noticed Murazar’s voice was empty and dead as he told his tale. There were several times he wanted to ask a question, he just bit his tongue and waited till Murazar finished. Even though he had taken an hour or so to tell what he remembered; of which to him he saw with picture perfect quality, but it seemed like Murazar was able to describe every little detail of what happened in his life and had already past the time that Rrahkarr had taken to tell his tale.

Rrahkarr nodded a few times as Murazar talked, showing he was listening or agreeing with something that Murazar had done. When he finished, Murazar’s voice turned back to normal; adding the Italian accent as well. He then joked with Rrahkarr. He smiled at Murazar’s dry sense of humor. It’s not like I’m that bad at what I do, but to think you’re La Valupe. I would’ve gone down that fast if it were you who came to kill me. Rrahkarr thought to himself.

Then Murazar commented and said that they were both screwed up; to which Rrahkarr chuckled and said “Yeah…that we are and I agree completely with ya. Though I have to admit, I’m surprised at the fact I’ve heard so much about you and yet…never knew it was you, La Valupe.” Rrahkarr actually laughed after saying that, true unrestrained laughter.

Just then the song Night Crawler by Judas Priest came on, Rrahkarr listened to it for a few seconds before saying “This song is pretty much all of our kind, mine and yours.” Then he continued in a voice full of disgust, hate, and a maybe even a little self loathing “Both monsters, both that feed on mankind, one that lurks in the dark, and the other that roams the light.” Rrahkarr slammed his fist on the table as thoughts of the one who killed his family flowed throughout his mind. After a few seconds he was able to tuck those memories back into the far recesses of his mind and let out a sigh of frustration.

[murazar]

He chuckled, grim humor sounding in it. He had forgotten what it was like to laugh for real, this was as close to it as he could get. He spoke his peace, “Aye. Took me a good century to make myself appear impossible to kill and totally possible to kill anyone…

Well killing anyone and getting away with it. “He could kill anyone, getting away with it was always a totally different matter. For example, any fool with a rifle could shoot the president of any country in the head killing him. Getting away with it, was a entirely different matter.

He nodded as the fist came down upon the table like the wrath of god. He sighed for a moment before agreeing full heartily.” True, although we could solve that world-wide if anyone bothered to listen. With peace too, but that’s not an option I’m capable of making. So it’s best if I just kill the corrupt.

After all, I need money for my holy war.” He laughed for a moment, it was solemn. His holy war eh? No war was holy, no one fought for the principles. Not even the suicide bombers back in the day, they just were going for end results after death.

His trigger finger twitched as the song Exiled by Judas Priest came on next. It fit him perfect, despite that fact he did not do what Judas did. He was exiled regardless, at least from the only place he wished to go. He didn’t even know if heaven accepted vampires.

Maybe, maybe not. It doesn’t matter too much more, although it’d be nice if god gave me a break once in a while.

[rrahkarr]

He listened to what Murazar said about himself then commented with “Well that time paid off then, most of the time when I took jobs I was living in Thailand. You were heard of even there.” Rrahkarr listened to what Murazar said next then scoffed before he said “Peace is a wives-tale. If there are people out there that could end this in peace, I’m not one of ‘em. I’ve been a hired gun for far too long to try resolving anything with peace... hell I keep saying one more and I’ll retire, yet I keep coming back.”

Rrahkarr chuckled at the next thing Murazar said. Holy war huh… Rrahkarr thought as he looked up at the ceiling again as Exiled by Judas Priest came on. Rrahkarr looked down at the table with a small smile; which would probably scare small children, on his face. The only war that would be considered holy would be mankind trying to rid the world of us monsters. Rrahkarr thought.

Just as Rrahkarr was going to ask Murazar something the door to the room they were in opened. On impulse Rrahkarr’s hand went straight for the Desert Eagle. He had spun right out his seat; pulling the gun from its hiding place under his trench coat and aimed at the person who just walked in. There was a girly shriek as the person who was at the door ducked down and covered her head.

Upon seeing who it was; MacKenzie’s daughter and one of the pup’s waitress’s, Rrahkarr holstered his gun and let out a sigh. “Didn’t your father teach you to knock? You could’ve just been shot.” Rrahkarr scolded her. He stood up and walked over to where she was, then when he was not but a foot away asked “Why did you just barge in here?”

She was breathing rapidly as she got over the shock of having a gun; a .50cal Desert Eagle no less, pointed at her. “U-um the authorities have arrived. Father told me to tell you to use the back exit to escape.” She told him and he sighed again.

Rrahkarr dug into his pants pocket and pulled out his wallet. He rummaged through it and pulled out ten bills; all worth a hundred or so euro’s, and handed it to her and said “It’s for all the trouble we caused. Thanks for letting us know.”

“Yo Fox…lets go.” Rrahkarr referred to him by his middle name so no one would know his actual name. Rrahkarr led the way and shortly they were outside on the streets. Once a little distance away from the pub, Rrahkarr asked “Say, Mura… you ever think of making a group or organization specializing in what we do?”

[murazar]

Murazar smiled chuckling, peace…true peace never existed. Even Jesus said he brought war and not peace.Must be my age, thinkin’ ‘bout the afterlife so much. Or it’s because I see new hope? Eh, I’ll be fine.

Before he could reply the door was about to open. Why he knew? He could hear the heartbeats of a frantic person. His hand stealthily went into his jacket coat and gripped the pistol aiming it at the door.

He eased the safety off. The second he door opened Rrahkarr pulled his big damn gun out and almost shot the girl. He already knew she wasn’t a cop; cops don’t have frantic heartbeats of panic. Theirs were smoother, quieter.

He sighed lightly as he heard her speech before getting up, holstering the pistol. Then he moved the chairs to actually look like no one had been there, he then picked up the bloodless body and proceeded to shut the jukebox off.

He insured no blood dropped on the floor, after all this room had no one in it. Right? As he followed Rrahkarr he shut the lights off behind him and relocked the door as they left. He chunked the body in the dumpster, at least no one would say he died IN the building rather than OUT of it.

He replied as they walked his voice smooth despite the freezing cold. “Always, but I needed someone I could trust. Now I have someone, plus I have tons of money that I need to spend. Why not make an investment? Right Alastor?”

He figured it’d be best to refer to his alias name instead of anything else. After all you never knew who might be listening in. That or it was his paranoia.

[rrahkarr]

Rrahkarr listened to the answer Murazar gave and a small smile formed on his lips. Rrahkarr stopped and looked up at the moonless night sky. A large chilly breeze blew through them; Murazar was unaffected, and even Rrahkarr seemed to not notice the breeze as it caused the ends of his trench coat to flap around in every direction.

He then grabbed the sides of his trench coat and pulled it closer together; he likes the cold but he’s not an undead vampire who can’t feel the heat or cold. “Brrr…I’m envious of you right now, at least this cold doesn’t bother you.” Rrahkarr said, his voice broken from the cold, and chuckled a little until the breeze died down.

Rrahkarr continued walking; music from all the clubs still blaring away at the late hour…early hour for Murazar. As they walked a few police cars passed them on their way to the pup they had just left. Rrahkarr didn’t even look back as he continued walking. As they arrived at the corner he realized they just came up on his car.

He walked up to it and stopped then looked at Murazar. “This little backfiring piece of shit is mine.” Rrahkarr said and laughed as he kicked the tire of his car. He looked back at Murazar and said in his usual voice “You know, this is the first time in years that we’ve seen each other and we’re already like we were back then.” He then stuck his hand out before continuing in a serious tone “La Valupe, my old friend. Let’s start this thing and see what we can truly become in this world. What do you say?”