Point and Shoot (Open)

[AKREE]

Point and shoot, it was that simple. Yet, how can those little movements, that basic concept get so messed up in a dire situation, to me it was almost automatic. I would pick up the gun, point and squeeze that trigger. Of course I rarely missed what I aimed at, but that was because I practiced if I had nothing to do I would practice. That’s what made me have such killer aim, that’s what would help me even in the direst situations keep my head and trust my instincts. As you might guess I didn’t take this practice ‘time’ lightly, I would try to stretch my skills and experience to its limit and now as I starred at my target and knew this was barely a task for me. I was supposed to be taking my skill to its limits; I almost scowled at the thought. Here I was looking at something that must be a joke, 800 meters at best, I thought. Sure this might be plenty for a human, but for a vampire, let’s face it this was a joke. With a sigh, that might have been defeat or frustration I simply decided to get on with it and peered at the sight. In case you’re wondering what my target was, it was nothing more than a simple elk. The animal was carelessly munching on gross, its ears twitching and occasionally shaking its head to scare flies away. I hadn’t been watching it for long, really, but right now its rump was to me and I was just simply waiting for a clear shot at its head. The rack of horns on its head was its most prominent feature; clearly the animal would have defeated a few of its opponents during mating season… damn, now why the fuck was I thinking about deer sex? Oh yeah, perhaps because watching the animal’s arse was getting to be damn boring. What else would I do except entertain myself with my own thoughts? My eyes seemed to drill holes into the animal’s backside, from looking so much at the same spot sometimes I would be forced to blink or divert my gaze to any other random direction.

I repeated this process several times before the animal turned its head towards me, in which case I was quick to readjust my aim, aimed just below the animal’s eye. There was a moment were I paused before I let the bullet fly. The stupid elk didn’t even see it coming, it just howled a feeble sound that exited its throat and I could barely hear then collapsed to the ground in a tangle of legs and fur. I could almost smell the blood that poured out of its wound, staining the earth crimson. I sighed again, not actually finding any difficulty in such a thing, everything nowadays was so boring. Let’s face it after years of the same thing the edge one could get from stealing and then slowly draining a city, transforming it into a crime infested wasteland in such a way that no murder has hope of being solved, it could get quiet boring. I mean, at first I enjoyed it, I had show this little thing called justice that I could easily twist it between my fingers and do what I wish and desired with it. I mean look at that I got Vince out of jail as proof, didn’t I? Now if that wasn’t enough I’m not sure what would be. I looked around with bored eyes, hoping some kind of alien ship would suck me far far away to be experimented on then send back to earth with a tiny alien controlling my brain that would be better and far more entertaining at least. But looks like no aliens were coming tonight so I was forced to simply move. I emerged from my hiding place, the shot gun and a couple of shells being my only weapons at the time, I also had a gun hidden somewhere and a small switchblade but nothing so extravagant. I wasn’t even completely dressed with the appropriate hunting gear, but being a vampire had its advantages and I could easily just pretend I was hunting for an animal to snack on, it would explain why I hadn’t bothered with the usual.

I shook my head free of a few stubborn leaves that clung to my already messy hair and then way far away from this forest. I paused to put the shot gun on safety and continued my way. My feet either crunched on a leaf, plant or twig or squelched on mud, the only apparent hunting gear was a pair of hiking boots which I had simply decided to wear thinking about how my normal shoes would react to this little mud. Besides being expensive they really weren’t anything special. Other than being muddied that is.

Looking around between the dark gloomy trees from another I was really beginning to hate this forest, couldn’t even provide me with a challenging elk hunt. I would prefer practicing with a werewolf, y’know getting in a large locked room with a bunch of furniture in the way but no windows, dragging one of those beasts into the room, tempt them enough to shift and then have a little shootout with them. I enjoyed those kind of games, y’know. Besides it was good practice, take those beasts and shoot at it inside a room, similar to what you might encounter in a real situation inside your house or even one of the beast’s home if you were planning to kill them. Even more fun and challenging was when there was more than one. Five, I remember when I had tried taking five of those mutts head on; I had a scar for a good week running all across my back and arms. Thankfully it wasn’t anything you couldn’t cover with a long sleeved shirt but I hated having to stay in the hospital so they could dress my wounds. Either way, I was younger and more inexperienced then, I bet I could take five of those things now without breaking a sweat, I mused. Of course this always depended and varied, a wolf with more experience in the field of battling armed vampires was certainly enough of a challenge for an armed vampire, but y’know I could probably easily take them on. I sighed again, realizing how bored I must be to think such a thing in the first place and concentrated on the landscape surrounding me, watchful for any threat if anything so much as blinked within a mile radius I would catch it. Of course this was a bit of an exaggeration because I could only see something blink not hear it… which would actually be a plus, but I was just being watchful and nothing could easily slip from my sight, not when I was attentive to everything around me.

Of course I might just be a tiny bit paranoid.

Soon enough I spotted the dots of light that would lead me to Blackwater Frontier, how they bounced off the smooth surface of the river Blackwater I could even make out the silhouette of the bridge. As my gaze landed on the tiny settlement and I groaned, I had to get rid of the shot gun else risk drawing suspicion. Looking around I simply decided to drop it on the forest floor, hunting outside of hunting season wasn’t that big of a crime especially for vampires and well I doubted anyone would dust this for fingerprints, besides I was wearing gloves so that’s that, before I made it out of the forest I mindlessly threw the gun aside, which had no shells, mind you those I had with me. Then I proceeded to keep walking, keeping a steady easy going pace and my face presenting the least possible emotion. I easily crossed the bridge and made it into the settlement, dodged the pedestrians some of them drunk around this hour, some of them just starting their day or night, whatever. Anyway, in the darkness it wasn’t like anyone would pay much attention to another bustling vampire, besides I didn’t actually stood out in my casual clothing. I wasn’t wearing a suit because I wasn’t on the job, like some called it I simply was in casual clothing. I looked around the messy streets and even messier allies and my eyes rested on a tavern. I had nothing better to do, I reasoned and my car was still some strides away, so why not take a drink or two? Besides I could use with a change of scenery however lightly it might be.

I ducked inside the door without receiving any kind of greeting and acknowledgement and slowly made myself towards the bar, ignoring any curios looks as the new comer walked deliberately towards the bar. I simply took my seat and waited to be attended, my eyes occasionally wandering towards the disarray of drinks behind the bartender.

((rofl, anyone can join remember Dammie boy hates werewolves P: rofl though he has no trouble with any other species rofl))

[redemption]

A soft noise was barely all that escaped his throat. Not that he was really paying any attention to the male that had just walked in. The only thing his noticed was the slight smell of blood on him, after all, weren't vampires drawn to such a scent? The rich brown eyes scanned the fellow that entered rather quickly. Not that he was very interested, but the man didn't seem injured, so the blood wasn't his.

Cool pale hands folded together and rested lightly on the table in the darker corner of the tavern. After all, the one the darkness concealed did not like to be noticed anyways. A soft sigh as those deep brown eyes scanned the room. After all, he was an observer and would take in as much as he could and assess a complete situation before getting very involved.

It didn't take much to make him have interest in someone, but he wasn't about to stand and join the male by the bar. After all, he didn't know whether or not that would result in a fight. Surely there would be no winning against someone such as this. This male seemed a bit stronger than the rest here, including himself. Granted he wasn't one to work out very much. He mostly just did things to keep to himself. It was in his nature to do so, after all.

Another soft sigh. Had he been doing that a lot more lately? He sighed again, the thought of it bringing notice to how often he did in fact do such a thing as sigh. He really needed better ways of relieving pent up thoughts and emotions. But sighing to him, he supposed was more or less like cigarettes to those that needed them.

He opened his eyes once more and looked around, taking in how many people had moved. It was almost like watching a chess game only without the annoyance of actually playing it. The man in the corner making a move towards the woman, check. The woman slaps him across the face for grabbing her ass. Check mate, for her anyways. He smiled.

Humans were such funny creatures some times. Most too full of themselves to get passed what the world really was. Full of the creatures of the night, murder, suicide, the killing of their own kind for the use of food. Petal soft lips lowered to the glass of what appeared to be a rich red wine. So what if he was drinking in public? It's not like it had come to him in an unwilling manner.

A refined being he was, choosing more or less to find people to give him blood rather than to take it by force. Though he did indeed like to kill, he figured the smartest way to stay in one place long enough was not to force it and overstay his welcome. Another sip of that fine "red wine".

He sighed again and glanced back up towards the man at the bar. He tried to figure if he was also vampyre, or if he just held that scent of blood for a different reason. Not that it mattered one way or another. A soft "ahem" noise of him clearing his throat was the first and only thing that had brought attention to him, from anyone in that bar. Almost no one had seen him enter or sit down as they were all too busy prattling about in their own pathetic, mostly mortal lives. He hoped that this small noise would bring him to the attention of the other male.

[AKREE]

My eyes were very near in the task of drilling a hole to the disarray of liquids, rums and wine behind the counter. The bartender was apparently very busy in some other task which included getting her arse grabbed by a customer. I cared little of this and was only vaguely aware of the events going on around me; the unstoppable chatter of the humans, vampires and even perhaps the disgusting werewolves going on around me was enough to make my ears pop. But I was forced to sit straight, look forward and behave in an attempt to avoid unnecessary attention. Of course, this didn’t mean I wasn’t being my usual observant self, anyone that so much as breathed in my direction I could identify, I was aware of some stares digging into my back as well as a vampire sitting next to me with some little blood cocktail. But, I registered all this with indifference, I just came here for a drink and I wasn’t about to waste my time in simple small talk, I found no point on it anyway to begin with. My fingers drummed into the counter in an attempt to have something to relieve my boredom. I was even counted how many times someone bawled up with laughter, either slurred and drunken or cheerful and sober. Of course, of the latter one there was barely any to be heard at all. Above me the slightly dimmed lights of the building buzzed gently, its sound could be a nuisance and I was grateful for the dimness –much kinder on my eyes. Which led me to believe that vampires came here occasionally which helped my situation greatly, they might have some blood around here and I could really use a snack. Well, not really I didn’t need it, I just had an urge to dump something in my stomach, digestion could maybe accelerate my metabolism and I would be far less… catatonic and grim about everything. Would be better described as being indifferent, but bah, at the time I could care less if a truck suddenly rammed against the building, much less my wording.

The cacophony suddenly rose to a fever pitch.

I rose my gaze to the TV floating in a corner of the bar only to see a ball game playing. The same part of me that allowed me to look up at that damned device made me lower my head and continue drilling holes on the glasses and liquors in front me. Eventually the chatter died down and the bartender walked over to me. She turned around idly and checked on something than turned back to me again with the fakest most horrible smile I have seen in my life plastered across her features. Definitely she despises this job with every fiber of her being I though, before dismissing it as a useless observation. She noticed that I wasn’t about to say anything before I was asked what I wanted first and she sighed, running her hands through her thick brown hair before flicking those eyes to me again, now a grimace of annoyance spread across her face. “Can’t ‘ave a break, eh?” she commented mostly to herself, unaware that I was a vampire and I could clearly hear her. However, I simply stayed polite and silent, waiting for another reaction from her, eventually she plastered that grin to her face. “So what’cha want?” she said as politely as she could, of course all her politeness had been drained with the rest of her lovely cheer and the words came out cold. I arched a brow “Anything you have, really” I replied, making sure she caught that particular glint of my vampire fangs. I had the pleasure of watching her blink once, gulp slowly before nodding and quickly disappearing to fetch my drink. For a minute it seemed like she had been scared shitless by my little display so I ignored it, believing that was her last turn for the night, my eyes looking over anything that might catch my attention.

A man who was telling a joke, waving his rum around like he was trying to take a swing on someone, his joke drowning in his throat as a coughing fit shook his whole body. A couple in the corner of the bar, talking low and softly to one another, each wearing a light smirk on their face, so I believed they must be joking about something, rather sneering at something, but to each his own right. I caught the point of a fang in the female’s mouth and decided it was rather not any couple, but one of those vampire crazies who flirted with women of my kind in hopes to get not only a lucky shot but maybe join the ‘dark, dark world of vampires.’ I almost snorted at the thought. Humans could be such idiots when they wanted to. It was like their short lives could easily obsess over something in the hopes of bringing something new, not caring on what this new object might be. In this case it would be a set of fangs, but I hardly cared. To each his or her own right.

A few minutes after the woman with the near heart-attack disappeared somewhere she came all smiling and hips waving, this time the smile looking much less fake. She walked towards me and casually put the red drink down. ”Anything else?” she chimed in. I shook my head and turned to my drink, she eventually (this girl was kind of slow) realized she was dismissed and went on to tend another customer. I briefly wondered what her relationship with vampires around here was, she seemed to treat me in something between fear and respect, but I think the respect outshined the fear and that’s saying something. We vampires had a fame to feed on humans when we went into one of our tangents, but it wasn’t actually something that everyone would live in fear, circumstances made one change as they said. But then again, what did it matter? It was probably the boredom getting to my brain. I took a sip out of the wine wondering where the hell did they get this blood, it tasted human, but it was probably some drunken bum out in the streets. God knows what illnesses the idiot could have, AIDS? Hepatitis? Malaria? The possibilities were endless. But whoever was that donated their blood needed to take better care of themselves… if they still were alive. Which I strongly doubted considering how accurately like crap this drink tasted, then again maybe they just took out of some street bum… the other possibility was that I was so used to only the finest drinks that something like that barely held me sway, but I doubted something like that could actually make any blood taste this bad.

Then I noticed someone clearing their throat rather loudly next to me. My eyes snapped towards the direction of the sound, noticing a pale man next to me, a red drink in his hand. Guess this one joined the fanged and drunk club. The desire to pretend I didn’t listen to his rather loud throat clearing jolted me, but then again I had just acknowledged hearing the sound with the way my eyes rolled back to him. Damn, guess I better think things through before acting. Well, no hope for dear Damien now. Not caring to face him in any way, simply starring to the tinkers and glasses in front of me rather than him I remarked: “Need something?” I said this as politely as I could manage, only loud enough for him to be able to hear above the chattering of the humans. I let the silence fall, before turning back to my drink, sipping more of the crap blood. Man, humans should have more acute sense of smell, maybe then they would see how disgusting all this sickly blood issue could be, but I guess it barely mattered because vampires couldn’t actually get sick with the stuff. Yeah, well guess that was the silver lining of it all.

[redemption]

Another sigh as he looked back towards the humans. He hated those lowly creatures, but didn't seem to have enough of a reason to commit genocide. He smirked a little at that. The human race being eliminated. No... They would be out of a decent food supply. But the humans could stop multiplying like rats.

The recognition of his presence made the paler of the two males smirk a little, revealing one shiny fang. He stood in one graceful, nearly fluid motion. He carried his glass with him as he made his way slowly and carefully to the other male. "Good evening..." He responded, his voice soft, quiet, but still deep and firm.

He took a seat next to the male and rested his glass in front of him. "Here. Try this instead. It's... From someone a bit better than whatever rat that crap crawled out of." He stood once more and walked back over to his table. It was too... Crowded by the other male. He left his drink in front of Damien.

Another sigh at his sad attempt to have some... contact with someone other than the voices in his mind. Or at least the ones that used to be there. He couldn't stay locked away from the world forever could he? Then he heard it, the screams of the woman he had loved long ago. He sighed and shook his head, dispelling the horrifying images of his past.

He waited, another soft sigh escaping his lips. Would the other male come to him? Or would he just waste his night away drinking the crap this bar served? He didn't know. The soft sigh ended all thoughts of anything that would cause sorrow.

He couldn't find any reason why he was still in this corner. But he needed to stay out of the view of humans in order to keep his privacy as just that.

[AKREE]

Did I say humans could be odd creatures? I meant vampires too apparently, it mattered little I guess, if you were the type to have been changed as a human or born one, guess some individuals are just born weird. I mean looking around the bar you would see a normal scene, like in any bar where vampires and human could be scene together in some sort of harmony, hell you can even throw a few werewolves to the mix. In a corner you could see some idiots having a drinking contest, the slurred ‘chug, chug, chug woooah’ coming from that particular corner so loud it made me flinch. Such loud idiots, didn’t they know vampires had much more better hearing than all these imbeciles and that screaming like this could actually give some of us a headache? Inconsiderate and rude is what I call them. Bunch of sauntering fools. Even my own kind could be despicable and disgusting; the werewolves were by far the worst, traitorous beast. Wine, multiplying like rats and they called themselves the ones in ‘power’ they truly believed they were the superior race, bah. I could probably lead London better than these fools with a hand tied behind my back, blindfolded and mute. Of course I was leading London’s most infamous crime organization, how I loved to know I was making life much more challenging to those bastards. If I were to lead (not that I was interesting, just some random rambling here) I could just snap my fingers and slow the flow of crime in the city, lead the police to decoys acting as the criminals, serial killers and assassins they so much desired to have locked up and in jail, hell I could even go as far as give up one measly drug point so they actually thought they had a chance, all would be false leads of course. Being involved in crime was just too much damn fun. Of course if someone I trusted wanted to lead London fine by me, but leading a whole city just wasn’t for me, I was already involved in too many complex lies to get another one on my back. If I kept getting involved in things like this the greater the risk that I might slip, I couldn’t increase the chance to committing a mistake.

I downed more of the crap blood.

I noticed that pale figure so close to me the desire to punch him in that smirking face of his was almost a physical pain. I caught the glint of fangs so I decided maybe I should hold the punching when it was necessary, he hadn’t done anything wrong I guess and it wasn’t his fault I was so bored to the extent of picking a fight with a total stranger. Damn, that sounded more like a certain someone than me. Jeez, I wonder if Vince was a false influence, but of course I shrugged the thought away, I was a grown man, who the fuck cared anyway? But damn, that didn’t mean I was about to pick a fight with everyone and anyone just because I was bored. Nope, of course it didn’t so calm down Dammie boy, maybe he will actually talk and not be one of those weird gay fellas who thought every single men out there was gay, then we would have problems, serious problems. Bah, boredom getting to my brain again, maybe I should say something because this guy hasn’t even spoken or made an attempt at speech. In fact I was beginning to think he was incompetent of speech or maybe someone screwed his brain in backward when he said some weird kind of firm whisper "Good evening..." First and foremost, what the fuck? Did the guy had a throat infection or something, I mean obviously he could hear this cacophony and know that it was near impossible to hear such a low voice in this mess, in fact he was lucky I had good hearing else I would be force to say a very loud ‘WHAT?’ but there was no need for that. In which case I responded with a court “Evening.” In a voice higher and firmer than his, but not a yell or scream, obviously being a vampire he would hear me well enough.

The male apparently took this as an invitation to sit next to me. He carried that red wine with him, putting it down casually on the counter and starring at me as if expecting some kind of price or applaud for even speaking to me. I would say he was the type to believe everyone in his presence should feel honored, but the tone of his voice had said otherwise. So I would go with something like shyness, not outright shyness, he wouldn’t have approached me in the first place, maybe he was the type to simply not believe in socializing with strangers or he was afraid of something. But of what? Looking more closely he was most likely the type that went to a corner and sulk; he was the type that was afraid of socializing because he would be afraid of something about that. Damn, what did I care anyway? It was just boredom, messing with my brain tearing at my skull. Yep, that was it, I heard a sigh. Nice way to express his feelings, he was probably frustrated with something because this would be the second time he sighed in my presence. Maybe he was just upset and frustrated with himself. That’s actually kind of amusing, I found myself biting back a grin poof amusement. But before my thoughts could get me too far he decided to speak again in that voice of his Here. Try this instead. It's... From someone a bit better than whatever rat that crap crawled out of." he pointed out rather rudely. Of course, he was right, but was it really that easy? It could be poisoned, and although that wouldn’t kill me I could be puking my guts out for a good while. Then I simply shrugged out the thought, well let’s put it like this he was drinking from it so it couldn’t be poisoned or full with acid, so I simply muttered a “Thanks.” stretched a hand towards the drink and took a careful sip out of it. Well, had to hand it to him it did indeed taste much better than that other crap, I wonder if the crap they served here was the worst in town and I was simply unlucky enough to find myself in this specific bar instead of the other maybe hundreds of bars that could spatter this area.

After this the guy practically left me on my own, he simply left the drink there and left me which made me raise a brow in question of his sanity. Well whatever it was the drink possibly couldn’t have some sort of explosive so I swallowed some more before I decided this guy was too strange and besides I wasn’t going to stick with his drink which god knows what STD it would have. This is when –against all of my normal rules of engagement and I do mean all of them, I mean since when do I accept a stranger’s kindness then go talk to them? I must really be that bored. I walked to his table set the drink gently in front of him and responded with a neutral. “Beautiful place, eh?” voice laced with sarcasm. I hope he gets it’s sarcasm because this shit-hole is the least beautiful thing in the planet, in fact it’s the complete opposite from that.

[redemption]

Rich reddish brown eyes stared out into whatever space there seemed to be. He couldn't seem to think of anything but the woman he had met earlier that week. He sighed again and snapped out of it when he heard the other male speak. He hadn't really expected him to come over to him, which was kind of the odd part of that. Though this male didn't appear to be the type that would normally be very sociable with strangers. He gave the man a thorough once over to see, if a fight should break out, what kind of weapons he had. Besides, he wasn't looking for much of a fight anyways.

The male stood and bowed politely, placing a hand over whatever heart he did or did not have. "My name is Cristian Javelin Kovzein." He stood again and swung his hand out to the side, offering the other man to sit with him. On the center of the table was what looked like one very expensive bottle of wine. "I wasn't expecting you to come over here really. I just saw what you ordered and figured you wanted something... Better, to say the least." He sat down and glanced just passed the other male, watching the scenes of the bar unfold around them.

He sighed again, then caught himself and shook his head. "Sorry about that. It's a rather bad habit of mine it would seem." He raised his hand and the bartender brought over another glass. He poured himself more of that "special" red wine and took a nice long sip, licking it from his fangs. He folded his cool, pale hands beneath his chin and glanced at the man across from him. He wasn't checking him out or anything. There was honestly little of anything but pain in those rich mahogany eyes.

It would seem to most that he was a lost soul of sorts, wandering from place to place simply searching out somewhere to hide until he was found out again. The type of person that no one knew existed until right as he killed them. That thought made him smirk, but yet again he caught himself and stopped. He was a little off today and he couldn't figure out why. That bothered him. He sighed.

His thoughts were becoming a bit of a nuisance to him, so he turned his attention to the other male. "Oh yes... This place is just so wonderful..." he murmured, his own voice full of sarcasm as well. "Do you come here often? Or is this just one of those times that fate has inevitably twisted around specific individuals? Like that woman in the corner with that loud bunch. The only vampyre of the group as far as I can tell, and by her smirk about to leave and feed off of the sorry pigs that accompany her."

Sure enough, a few minutes later she took the three men with her and left the bar. He raised an eyebrow and sighed again. He hated being right so much of the time. He found them all pathetic, being born a noble had the tendency to make him think he was better than others, at least better than the ones that had to feed off of lowlife scum found in these damn rat pits they called taverns. But he hated humans more than his own kind, even more than the wolves. He hated himself for not protecting the one he loved, but that was something he didn't let show.

He looked back towards the man sitting at the table with him. "So rude of me not to offer you more..." he paused for a minute, trying to think of what to call it. "Wine... yes. Wine works." He lifted the bottle, awaiting approval to pour some.

[AKREE]

I saw the look of surprise that flashed through his expression as I neared the table, it was fast to fade but it had still been there. He didn’t expect me to join him at the table, now this made me wonder. Did I really look that menacing or antisocial? Ok, so maybe I was, I mean I carried with guns everywhere I went, and I was antisocial, I shunned company for the fact that they couldn’t be trusted. I simply couldn’t bring myself to trust without reason and what kind of company is that which cannot be trusted? You have to watch out what you say; you have to be careful and observant of their every move. I prefer someone I could feel comfortable with, that I didn’t have to watch my every move and expression (though my face barely presented any emotion except the lack off), but still. I didn’t like company which would force me to pressure the fact that I simply couldn’t relax and be more like myself. Of course this didn’t mean I couldn’t be polite, in fact, far from it. If someone responded with an act of kindness towards me for seemingly no reason, it wouldn’t hurt much to be polite back. Especially if you were as completely and utterly bored as I was at the moment. Still, polite or not, nice or not, boredom or not, I wasn’t about to act like I actually liked this guy. I would put up with it like more of a burden to repay him back somehow (and to relieve my boredom, but I’m trying not be completely selfish here) and who knows? Maybe he will make some sort of interesting company, but I’m starting to think otherwise by the way he’s measuring me right now like I was cattle up for sale or maybe a smiling kid with stolen candy. Whatever it was I just repeated the following phrase in my mind to get through it ‘Pay no mind Damien, pay no mind.’ So I should just listen to myself and pay no mind to the total stranger.


He then stood up, it startled me to tell you the truth and my fingers gave the slightest twitch to draw my gun and just shoot the bastard, but somehow I found myself resisting and ignoring the urge and that resistance was right because the guy just gave some sort of bow. To tell you the truth, shooting him sounded like a pretty good idea right now… then again I should not shoot random strangers who bow down like in medieval times, I also should marry, have ten children and live happily ever after but that’s not happening either. I should really stop listening to that instinct of mine that wanted me to kill everything and everyone in sight; it was going to get me in trouble one of these days. Well, just don’t shoot him right now and get on with it. "My name is Cristian Javelin Kovzein." he said. He then proceeded to present one pale hand in a gesture that I was welcome to take a seat, in my opinion a bit too grand for such a dirty, smelly, dingy old place like this. Of course, he seemed to take no notice of this and proceeded to sit down. My eyes pointedly landed on the bottle of blood in the middle of the table, already regretting coming here instead of some place I could have descent food. "I wasn't expecting you to come over here really. I just saw what you ordered and figured you wanted something... Better, to say the least." Well, at least our thoughts weren’t that different to say the least and with that said I was standing here like a moron. With that lovely though echoing inside my head I slid down on the chair and calmly awaited what my somewhat-pale-and-a-little-more-need-of-food host to do/say/speak his next move. With something like annoyance I remembered I hadn’t offered a reply to his little bow so it might as well be my move. Damn, I was starting to sound like a little chez playing geek.

“I’m Damien,” I replied simply, my voice flat and emotionless like always.

A sigh interrupted the short and clipped silence in which I found myself looking up from my thoughts. "Sorry about that. It's a rather bad habit of mine it would seem." he offered as an explanation. He sighs seemed so gloomy that it made one start sighing along with him in a never-ending chorus of sighs. I just nodded and turned to look behind him, at the door where outsides figures danced a drunken dance of words. The man seemed angry, the other seemed to be yelling and spitting something back but the mess of the bar made it barely audible. I would say it was some sort of silent movie without the silence. The two kept yelling at each other, cheeks flushing with anger until some other guy I hadn’t noticed before stepped between the two and yelled some more profanities at each. Damn. I was hoping there would be a fight, and luckily some blood and pain. More movement from pale-y over here indicating someone to bring another glass which was kindly brought over almost immediately, to my great relief. At least the blood would keep my occupied from my boredom, I think. I hope. I took the freedom to pour myself a glass and gratefully took a gulp out of the blood, glad to have that other taste far away from my mouth and hopefully a distant memory. Now I know that sounds a bit melodramatic, but it really did taste like crap. Whoever they took that blood from could hardly be human. "Oh yes... This place is just so wonderful..." he continued. I found myself thinking how lovely things could have turned out if I have chosen another bar… I wouldn’t be stuck with this chatty pale-y. Still, I barely had said three words to the guy; maybe I should just force my throat to make a sound. “Obviously, there’s no better place in town.” I said sarcastically. Well judging from how full the place was you would actually say there was no better place in town, but that’s probably because it is cheap as hell. God, I hated cheap.

"Do you come here often? Or is this just one of those times that fate has inevitably twisted around specific individuals? Like that woman in the corner with that loud bunch. The only vampyre of the group as far as I can tell, and by her smirk about to leave and feed off of the sorry pigs that accompany her." he said again, seriously I was halfway asleep by the time he finished rambling.

”Quite chatty, aren’t we?” I simply said to his questions, really thinking that he didn’t need an answer. How did that information in any way shape or form concern him? Sure it was rude, but if it came to choosing, it was saving my own arse before his. How I was to know someone wasn’t eavesdropping? Good question right? When you work on a mafia such things can be troublesome and difficult to answer, but I was avoiding his question by simply commenting on how much he talked in hopes to shut him up. "So rude of me not to offer you more..." he continued to what seemed to be little pale-y forcing himself away from his thoughts. I shrugged, I had already taken the invitation to take some more, but well if he wanted to give me the whole bottle I would gladly take it. No complaining here. However his next comment almost made me laugh. "Wine... yes. Wine works." he said softly. I smirked, cruelly and child-like. ”Wine?” I began my voice sounding a bit on the surprised side ”why I though this was blood.” I finished. Arching a brow in question, as if daring him to oppse my word.

Being an arrogant arse could feel so good sometimes.

[redemption]

The male sighed and shook his head. Maybe he would just shut up now. He was, after all, only trying to be polite. Besides, he's not the one that told this stranger, Damien as he so called himself, to come over to him in the first place. So why was it suddenly his fault? Was it wrong to attempt to start a conversation with someone? Apparently so. At least with this someone. He almost wondered why this man was being so rude to him in the first place. The comment about blood threw him off. Of course that's what it was, but it did have wine in it. That little alcoholic tint that made the sweet, yet tangy blood just a bit better. It was, after all, from his own personal stores he had at home. He could nearly get his one servant to do whatever he pleased, include offer some of her blood on occasion to fill some bottles.

Not that he minded using a human to do his dirty work for him. He smirked a little at that thought, but it was gone just as quickly as it had come. He needed a hobby, and badly. The urge to cause others pain... Well, let's just say it wasn't going to go away any time soon. He had the need, as some would call it, to torture things, make them scream and beg for mercy. Whenever his maid got sick or too weak to provide for him, he made sure he found some clean young human to take her place, willing or not. And he didn't always get it out of them through the simple method of cutting their wrist just enough for a steady flow. Of course, if he did do that, he would always wrap it up and make up some excuse about attempted suicide.

He glanced around the bar more, seeming to also dislike the male that had decided to have him as company, and yet sit there and insult him. Cristian seemed to harden a little, become a little more emotionless now. He knew now that there was no hope in gaining any, so called friends. He smirked a bit, one of his shiny white fangs poking through the corner of his mouth. He had inevitably found his target. A young woman in the corner, that was, he hoped at least, 100% human. He didn't want to risk a fight with a wolf, or maybe even another vampyre. But he needed the nourishment. Something other than the intoxicating beverage that rested on the table between the two men.

He then began to think of all of the things he could do to get blood out of that young woman and had to stop himself from liking his lips. Though nothing could stop the murderous, sadistic glint in his rich mahogany eyes as he stared at her. She of course didn't notice him, how could she with as dark as the corner was and with as many drunken idiots surrounded her. He was barely paying attention to anything that Damien was, or in this case, was not, saying.

Cristian paused, tilting his head slightly to the side, that hungry, animalistic glow crossing his skin, even though he remained in his place. The truth of all of it was, he had been surviving simply off of his little cocktails for the past few days, and he needed something more than that now. A little whore on the side wouldn't hurt either. His smirk widened a little more. He seemed to like that idea quite a bit. He almost wished to excuse himself from the table to go after his prey, which was headed to the "little girls room" as far as he heard, but he resisted. He needn't become a ravenous beast just because of a few tiny hunger pains.

The male closed his eyes and sighed, that wicked smirk still on his face. It was the perfect opportunity wasn't it? He reopened his eyes and stood, walking gracefully and casually towards the back where the restrooms were. He didn't know if the other male would be there when he returned, if he returned.

Cristian stood waiting outside the door for her. She exited the bathroom and jumped a bit. "Oh my! You startled me"

"Forgive me madam, I just saw you leave the company of those men and decided that, instead of just admiring you from across the room that I would come to you instead. But you see, I feared that someone like me would easily get into a fight with those men." He whispered in a nearly seductive voice, laced with his thick Russian accent.

She giggled lightly as he bowed and kissed her hand. "How... Polite of you." She responded lightly.

"May I be so kind as to escort you home? It isn't safe for a lady such as yourself to walk home alone in the dark."

She giggled and smiled softly, completely lost by his charm. She just nodded and looped her arm around his. He smiled a fake polite smile, careful not to show his fangs as he walked out, casting a glance at Damien. A quick smirk was all it would take. He was asking Damien to come with him, whether or not the other male took his offer of this beautiful piece of fresh meat was up to him.