Please... Just Kill Me Now... {Ranger/ Gabriel}

[bella2]

The streets were empty... well empty except for the lone figure that sat in the dark on a bench. She wore a yellow tank top and jean shorts. On her feet, she wore yellow flip flops. Her eyes were closed as she looked down at her feet. I guess you could say she was thinking. Thinking about her life that she could never have. She sighed heavily. She opened her eyes and looked up, hoping to see at least one human out on the streets. Human. That was exactly what she wasn't. No... she wasn't human. She was nothing like a human. No... she was a wolf that sometimes looked like a person. A werwolf...

I sat alone on the bench with my eyes closed. I was thinking, as you might say. I was thinking about the life that I never had and never will have. I was thinking about the human life. The life where you didn't have to worry about changing into a wolf when you got mad... the life where werewolves and vampires didn't even exist. I sighed heavily. No... I could never have this life because I was one of those creatures. I was a werewolf. In the human world, these creatures were just fantasy, but in reality, your best friend could be one of these creatures of night.

I opened my eyes and lifted my head to look around. My gray eyes scanned the streets for any sign of movement. There was none. Of course, I hadn't expected to see any human... I expected to see a vampire or a werewolf, but no one was out on this peaceful night. I sighed again and got to my feet. I walked to the edge of the sidewalk, and without looking, I crossed the street. As I reached the center of the deserted road, I heard the honking of a horn too close. I looked up to see that a car was not far from me. I didn't have enough time to get myself out of the way. All I could do now was look death in the face and wait...

[kale]

The darkness compelled him. It swelled about his feet as he paced forward and laid atop his shoulders. His skin glowed like slivers of pale moonlight where they lay bare from his dark clothing. The echoes of his footsteps thundered in his ears, each step another bolt of lightning, another resounding boom in his mind. The street name, where he was, what surrounded him -- it held little meaning. His head stayed ducked and his gait remained brisk, hands shoved into deep pockets and disappearing in the matching nighttime. His attire and the shadows melted together, till he was a walking shadow, a phantom of luminiscant flesh and sapphire eyes. The gem blue of his piercing eyes shifted upward as he heard the swish of fabric against skin, the breath of life expelled into the cool air, a pulse beating rapidly beneath delicate skin. Oh, the flesh so easily broken, so simply split to spill forth the sweetest juices the tongue could behold... So warm the body of a woman, the only thing left he could really feel beneath his fingertips. He loved to run his fingers down the length of her stomach, feel the soft muscle and the hard bone ridges of her hips. He craved her company as much as he craved her blood, this nameless, faceless wench of his fantasies. Every woman who caught his eye became this woman; the blonde in the store, the brunette on the bench.. each as nameless and faceless as the woman in his dreams. None could fill her place, none stood out, each a blur as he tried to make her fit into what he wanted and found she was not it. And how frustrated he got each time! How mad he became as he stared down at her lifeless body and longed for what he missed. But how can you miss what you do not know? What you've never experienced? He couldn't remember the shape of their eyes -- slanted, round, narrow -- or the color -- blue, green, brown -- but he always remembered the look in them, the consciousness staring out at him. He enjoyed seducing his victims first -- they were almost always female, unless he was in desperate need of blood -- and then biting them in the heat of their passion. She didn't feel the terror, then, the beforehand apprehension. But that didn't erase that last look of horror as the nameless, faceless woman looked up at him as if wondering why. He didn't have an excusable answer. What could he say? "You have to die so I can live?" What made his life more important than hers? Not that he was regretful of what he was. He couldn't help that, and he refused to live life agonizing over what he simply had to do! But that didn't mean he had to enjoy it like those sadistic pirates. He wouldn't mope around about how he's such a "monster", he wouldn't long for a human life, but he wouldn't draw out the human pain for his own pleasure.. not that he didn't find it pleasurable. Of course, the rush of feeling so strong, of knowing someone else is completely terrified of you and that you control whether they live or die -- why, it's wonderful! But you don't see the magnifiscent lion torture the gizelle before it devours her, and nor would you see him give into such psychotic displays of perversion.

The deep dwellings of his ponderous thoughts ended abruptly as the squealing of brakes electrified the air, causing his cerulean eyes to jerk up in surprise. A figure, blotted out in the darkness but still visible with his vampire vision, frozen before an approaching car. His mind banished his prior musings and, without really deciding to, he was moving. A human would have been of little use -- they would've been able to take one step before the accident occured. But Kale wasn't human, and his legs took him to the girl before a breath had been drawn. Now, Kale was no hero. He wasn't going to save this chick and then sweep her off her feet and become a changed vampire who'd live off the blood of blood doners like he had done growing up. But it was instinct -- a natural "damsel in distress" reaction, though he was no knight in shining armor. It was like a dragon was saving a damsel from smaller dragon, and maybe he'd have her as a snack later on.

Two long strides, and he was there. Not by her side, but by the car's. It was like slow motion. The tires screeching, the driver panicked, the headlights flashing, and then Kale's hands shooting out like snakes. They grabbed the front of the car and thrusted it aside, muscles straining a touch but finding it easy to sway the car when it was already so unstable. It's path diverted and the car crashed into a pole, airbags exploding, glass shattering, metal shredding. He winced as the sound assaulted his sensitive hearing and resisted the urge to cover his ears as he turned with inhuman speed to stare at the girl with unreadable crystal blue eyes.

"Haven't you ever heard of looking of where you're going, miss?"

He asked her, voice gentle despite the chastening, using a polite but amused tone as he glanced down at his hands. The metal had cut at them, and they were bleeding profusely -- maybe a broken finger or two. He winced, not minding the pain but more so the sight, and looked longingly at the driver. He was a store of blood, pooling into the seat, just waiting for Kale's lips to press against his neck and lightly cut the skin that held healing back...

Closing his eyes, he steadied himself with a breath and opened them again, fixing them on the woman. Was she faceless, nameless? He couldn't tell in the darkness. It provided limited visiblity. But he knew, despite this, his eyes would shine out like lanterns, his skin would glow like moonlight, and his smile would beam with a cocky yet charming edge to it.

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[gabriel]

He watched, frozen, as the young woman entered the street. The car speeding along, horn blaring, the man that could only be a vampire rushing in. From his perch on a thrid story window sill, a block away, he could do nothing, but, as soon as the Vampire was moving so was he. Jumping down useing the missing bricks on the building to slow his fall, he arrived almost as soon as The Vampire began to speak, not even close to being out of breath, despite the run that would have tired most people.

"I think she's a little preoccupied don't you? Most people don't have a dazed look while they walk, unless they've hit their head or lost a bit of blood." as he said it the scent of the dead driver reached his nostrils makeing him gag, instincts long buried surfacing with avengence. He placed a hand over his nose and mouth.

"Besides, I'm not fond Vampires, or other Werewolves for that matter. But since you went through and injured yourself to save her I'll let you go for now." He paused looking at the young woman suddenly becomeing aware of her scent. A werewolf. And a good looking one. He shook himself mentally shunning such thoughts. He couldnt think like that that was how he would lose control. in th back of his mind a little voice spoke to him encourageing these vile thoughts and needs.

"Come on now, you know its what you want a snack and a bit of fun." The dark half crooned to him softly trying to break lose once again. "It's what guys do right?" Images flashed through his mind pushed by this darkness to the surface.

'Shut up! he shouted mentally at the voice. All the while his outward appearence was calm if unfocused.

[bella2]

I watched as the vampire came out of no where and pushed the car into a pole, killing the driver. I watched as the driver's blood poured from him. I looked back at the vampire, and then I heard him speak. He doesn't know what I am. I thought, No wonder he saved me. I answered him calmly,"Yes, but on such a night as tonight I figured no one was out." I watched as another person came up. Not just any person either. He was a werewolf. A pretty handsome one too... Stop it! I all but shouted at myself. I shook my head and looked back at the vampire. "You should have just let it hit me. You'd be happy if it had. Would've saved you the trouble of doing it yourself." I said quietly, but I knew he could hear me.

I looked back at the driver of the car,"Why did you kill him instead of just letting him kill me?" I asked softly. I didn't like to see death. It was actually one of the things that I hated. The poor man had probably been headed home. No matter now. He was dead and there was nothing I could do about it.

[kale]

His expressionless gaze darted to the newcomer as he sped onto the scene, collected despite his hectic run. His words spewed forth in retort to Kale's prior statement, and one dark eyebrow rose as he glanced casually back to the girl then once more to the man. He chose to ignore the man's words, as any rebuttal would only fuel a conflict between them and upset the lady more than she was by the death of the driver. A tremor of pain shot through his body and his body shook with the exhaustion, his nerves begging him to drink the close supply of medicine. It longed to heal itself, but found itself out of fuel, needing the blood to close the wounds. He coughed to hide his discomfort, the sheets of gloom doing well to cover any brief lapse of composure he may have displayed.

The woman's first sentence caused him to glance around them, noting the abandoned streets and desolate sidewalks for the first time.

"Perhaps I was preoccupied myself, as I did not notice the forlorn state of this area."

He admitted quietly, his melodious voice hushed in the still night air.

His eyebrows raised in curious surprise as she said he'd be happy should she be dead. Could she predict that most women who came across him ended up dead in some trashy motel room? Was she psychic? Guessing from most vampire's reputations? Or was there more to it than him... more to do with her?
The main question was: why would he want her dead?

"I have yet to see any reason to long for your death, ma'am."

His voice was slightly sharp, a touch colder than before, as if stung that she insulted his honor as such. He smiled again, but without any warmth, his fangs glistening like ivory in the scant starlight. He quivered slightly as she returned the spotlight to the crash, as if she were trying to make him kneel in the blood and soak it up. His good hand clenched up and he stuffed them both in his coat pockets, not caring that his blood would soon blossom across the fabric.
Stupid hand. I've had worse. I'll be fine. Just have to hold out till they leave and get to the driver... or if his blood's all stale and wasted, maybe a fresh human...

"I don't have the answer you seek. Don't question why you live, just be happy you do."

His voice hadn't warmed up any yet, for now she was attempting to make him feel guilty for saving her life. Hadn't she insulted him enough? He scoffed to himself, hiding his irritation marvelously, for perhaps he was over-reacting. His mother always told him he was too sensitive. Toughening up as best he could, he glanced at the man to include him in his next sentence.

"I'm Kale, though most call me Ranger. What of you two?"

He stepped closer to the bunch, though angled more to the side, so as not to startle the girl. A vampire advancing toward you in the night in an empty street can be intimidating, man present or not. The starlight slanted as he changed angles, and suddenly the girl was illuminated, taking his breath away. Thick, wavy hair of sunlight falling about her slender shoulders... he could smell her shampoo from where he stood, some fruity concoction. The sun in her hair didn't hurt his eyes, but rather drew them in. The stretch of her flesh across her throat, the pulse beneath her beautiful skin as enticing as the rest of her. Always the dual pull. The longing for the girl and for her blood. He couldn't have one without the other. He wrinkled his nose at the thought, accepting it but not liking it. Her lips, full and ripe, forming words like silk. Almost heart-shaped, which gave her words a sincerity others lacked. Her eyes, shining even in the darkness. Her long lashes, curved over her saddened eyes that looked at the destroyed car. Even the playful swoop of her eyebrows, now pulled together in remorse.

The lightest hint of a smile touched his lips again, a sort of caramel allure flavoring the gesture, a gentle kindness mixed with an odd sensuality. The wind rustled his dark brown hair as his azure eyes attempted to capture hers. This one certainly had a face... now for a name...

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[gabriel]

Gabriel didnt have a whole lot of patience for rude behavior. although the words that were spoken did startle him. this girl longed for death. And a Vampire encouraging her to live? this was unusual. He didn't sense an immidiate threat from the Vampire but still shifted closer to the girl when he moved. the voice in his head screaming as the scent filled his nostrils. Blood flesh and female all whirling around him. He drowned the voice out with thoughts of hunting later that night maybe taking a deer.

"I'd prefer that you stay down wind." his voice was edging on a feral growl that he couldn't stop. He knew that this Vampire was at least a little different than the others but instinct wouldn't die so easily. Gabriel forced himself to calm down.

"My name is Gabriel Starr, the Lone Wolf as I am known to my kind. Or the Traitor is something one suchas your self would know better. your kind always approach me with offers to help them wipe out the other Werewolves.." he hoped the introduction would lead to a name for the girl. If he left with out finding that out he'd probably end up losing control and stalking her. He could almost taste the charm the Vampire put forth.

'He doesn't know. He hasn't realized what she is.' this startling revelation made Gabriel smirk slightly. Information was power. and he had some that this blood sucker didnt.

[bella2]

I lifted my gaze from the bleeding man, as I saw the vampire move. I caught his gaze, but only for a moment before shifting my eyes to the other werewolf. He had moved closer to me, and I thought of a reason why. He knew that this man standing before us was a vampire, and he didn't want him getting close to me... but that didn't seem likely.

I looked back at the vampire as he spoke his name. I met his gaze again, calm and steady. My eyes glinted a beautiful silver color in the moonlight. I smiled a bright smile at him and said,"Nice to meet you, Kale." My eyes soon shifted again to the werewolf. He spoke his name and what he was to this oblivious vampire. I kept my smile on my face as I said,"And it is nice too meet you too Gabriel."

I looked to each of them, but not once did I give the slightest hint that I was going to speak my name. What if I give them my name and they start like stalking me or something? I thought, That would be just plain creepy. I shivered at the thought and spread a smile on my face again. But, of course, I was thinking of the worse that could happen. After a moment of arguing with myself, I finally smiled again and said,"My name is Thea... Thea Herman." My name was... oddly placed next to their names, but I didn't care. I thought my name was unique. No other person I knew had my name. I'm glad that my mother gave me a name like the one I have. It makes me... well unique.

[kale]

The man -- Gabriel -- moved closer to the girl as I moved, and my lips twinged upward slightly in annoyance. It wasn't a habit of humans, but of vampires. To draw back your lips and reveal your fangs in agitation or anger or to warn another. He forced himself to release the expression, as it would cause unnecessary alarm. If they were vampires, they'd understand, but they weren't and so they probably wouldn't.

He stared at the woman, longing for her, but chuckled ruefully to himself. He was dead, he couldn't chase after her. Death had stilled his lungs and cut off his pulse, while hers still rang clear and her breath still escaped. He could hear it now -- the delicious, wet thump thump of her heartbeat rapidly filling every inch of her with the sweet juice.
Nice to meet me? That's a first. He thought ironically -- he was a vampire, few people said that it was nice to meet him. Though, he supposed, maybe it was nice for her, as she'd be dead if not for him. But that didn't really seem to bother her, did it, now? She wouldn't care if she was dead, like him. But not like him, in a different way -- dead on the ground, unmoving, her body as still as his but never to rise and attack other human beings and werewolves and vampires like he would. A snarl built in his throat but he bit it back, keeping his animal-like reactions to himself.

I turned my stare to Gabriel, blatant and cold. His name he offered, then his nickname, then his reputation. Another snarl fought in my throat but was not released. Why was he telling me this? Did he expect me to request he kill a werewolf for me? If I had a werewolf problem, I'd kill the mongrel myself. I disliked werewolves no more than I disliked vampires or humans -- they were all equal to me. A person couldn't be defined by his species but by his actions. To Kale, the sadistic vampires who drew out torture to their victims were worse than the werewolves who did little less than he did. Kill when needed. And it was needed often with Kale.

"I see."

Is all he replied to Gabriel with, one eyebrow raised in a perfect statue of cool questioning. His body was unnaturally still, not a breath causing him to move, not a cramp or disbalance forcing him to move. He stood like a carving of marble before his head twisted to look once more at the girl, who finally introduced herself. Thea.

"An odd name."

He commented, voice light and conversational once more. He noticed wryly that they had offered their last names while he had not.

ooc|| Just so you guys know, werewolves have the same senses as humans, which means they wouldn't be able to smell Kale. Unless he smelled really bad. Which he doesn't. He took a shower. xD

[gabriel]

Gabriel eyed the vampire with an even and fair look. The Vampire seemed insulted. Not what he had expected. However the way he moved was still that of a hunter.

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His body readied itself to fight even as his mind struggled to retain its hold. He wouldn't fight unless he had to. Killing wasn't the way it had to be. There could be peace. If. If only others thought that way. If only he could be heard. If only he hadn't killed so many already.

"So then, I take it you want her. I'm afraid I won't let that happen. I saw you save her life. What point is there in that if you just take it away again." Gabriels eyes flashed like gems. The change was trying force itsself. He was under control but barely. He would remain like this until either the threat was removed, or the Vampire toned it down a bit.

'I could stop him easily. Just tell him shes a Were and he won't want her blood anymore. But no. If she wants him to know she can tell him.' His thoughts were calculated carefully so that he wouldn't betray them. He kept up a mental wall, trying to hide his mind from the bloodsucker.

OOC: umm Gabe saw you save her and humans dont move that fast he didnt smell you, he scented the blood. and Thea XD. but Gabes always ready to change so sometimes he changes a bit but not enough to really notice it. of course by now Kale would be able to smell it because hes on the edge.

note i was watching Underworld while i posted with XD

[bella2]

My eyes met that of the vampire's as he spoke. I nodded and said,"I will take that as a compliment, so thank you." A smile spread upon my face as I spoke. It soon faded as the other werewolf spoke. My eyes still watched the vampire as I listened to the werewolf. I knew that his male instincts must be driving him crazy right now. I should know. I had a brother who mostly avioded me. I sighed at the thought. I had never really gotten to know him. He had stayed so far away from me that I hardly got to see him. We had taken turns at the dinner table each night. One of us would come down and get dinner and then go back upstairs while the other waited for the first to get done. The second always got to eat with the family, while the other got to eat in their room.

A slight tear escaped my eye as I thought about him. About how he was dead now, never to see me again. All of him... gone. I wiped the tear away and looked back up at the two men standing before me. My eyes were clouded with grief for my brother. I missed him... a lot. Even though I never got to see him. I shoke my head mentally. Get over him! He's gone now and there is nothing you can do about it! The same words I had said about the dead driver. I shoke my head mentally again and shifted my gaze to the men again. I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it almost immediately. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't just come right out and tell this vampire that I was a werewolf... could I?