Cries in Vain

[marcella]

I found my self here in London. This is where the last piece of scum laid around. A satisfied smirk crossed my lips as I thought about the other murders. What fools they were, how could they even begin to think that they could out run, out smart me? Well damn all of those mother fuckers to hell. I showed them who's boss didn't I? A dark laugh escaped me as I continued on the cobble stone road. The last one who took part in my parents killing would die tonight. The outfit I wore clung to my sleek body and my heals clicked against the ground as I walked. A dog hunkered down as my glare met him. Yes dogie don't fuck with me. I thought as I kept walking. I came to a bar, the scum seemed to be drunk, I could hear his laughter in side of the place. My leather gloves were in my back pocket as I entered the place. Well this would be all too easy, such a pity. I took my time as I slunk to the male vampire I was about to murder. The smirk I had had quickly went away and my face went blank, almost innocent. He was such a week vampire, so easy he would be to take down. I came within striking distance of him I wouldn't strike him by hitting or bitting no, not yet. Quickly I snatched a chair and let some whore in it fall to the ground. Before he knew it the poor bastard had a chair broken over his head. It left cuts over him and the chair shattered to pieces. He was a vampire, of course this didn't affect him much, that was till the poor son-of-a-bitch saw me when he flung him self out of the seat.

The eyes that were encased into his skull froze. They were no longer wild with rage as he observed me. He stuttered my name some and asked how I had found him. I only walked to him, emotionless as always. Like the coward he was he back into the bar. I had him cornered; my hand reached up and grasped his throat, I picked him up and threw him across the bar. Liquor split all over him and I felt my lighter in my pocket. The zippo lit just like it should. I threw it at him and he went up in flames. The bar owner looked at my like I was mad. The humans started to scream a scamper about. The man yelled in pain as the flame engulfed him. They got him put out though and he made his way to the door of the bar and shoved it open. With out a word I followed him.

As I came through the door he was tripping over him self and trying to run. Typical. My heals clicked against the ground, it was only me and him now on the street. Not that it mattered to me though a audience could be good either way, it didn't matter. the gun was strapped to my thigh it was one of my favorite weapons. On my left boot was a knife it was another favorite, especially for the humans, oh how I loved to hear them scream in pain. He had just barely touched the large bridge and had fallen and was taking his time on getting back up. He was loosing blood. As I took my gloves from my pocket I started to hum rock a bye baby. "You sick bitch!!!" He screamed at me. It only made me hum louder. He had now gotten to his feet and I was on his heals. Once I got my gloves put on we were at the peak of the bridge.

My hand reached out and grabbed his shoulder, clearly I was not going to let go. He met the bricks of the bridge as I slammed him into it. I slipped my knife from my boot and placed the point of it on his temple and twisted it as it entered his flesh. While doing this I still hummed my tune. I pulled the knife from his temple slowly and blood pored from him. I then ripped his shirt from him and proceeded to carve my mothers and fathers names in his stomach and chest. He screamed in pain and I quickly sliced his throat. Pleased with my self I back off a bit to look at my work. He weakly gained his footing. Blood was pouring from his body as I cleaned my knife and put it back. I then reached for my gun and aimed between his eyes. "And down will come your body, soul and all." I sung to him before the bullet sunk its self between his eyes. His body fell back wards into the river below and the bitch was dead. A deep dark evil laugh came from me as I blew the smoke from my gun and placed it back on my thigh.

The total: 857 words
The outfit: boots and a leather/spandex like suit with gloves, all black
The message: don't piss with her

[bcme]

Like so many nights, Logan found himself in one of the many dives that the city had to offer. Some might think that after a full 126 years of immortal life and surviving the various wars and scuffles throughout that time that a werewolf might decide to remove himself from the squalor of things, but obviously none of those people knew this particular werewolf. He had known that boring life of ease from an early age, as evidenced by the Lord title he still held claim to but never used, and had no use for it. Sure, he maintained a home in Westminster that he would return to after these jaunts, but he as an individual certainly wasn’t defined by his address. As a veteran of those conflicts that now seated his race atop the London hierarchy he had earned the right to live among them and even though he still garnered the protection of the city leadership, he wasn’t one of them as far as world view went. Logan had paid his dues and he was done with the struggle for power, now content to exist as a citizen in this world where all races were present. This wasn’t to say that the elder werewolf was a crusader for peace by any means, it was that ability to be a chameleon amidst change that had allowed him to exist as long as he had; so few of his age or older remained now that he was aware of, it was a bit unsettling at times.

The particular reason that had brought the man out on this night was that of a sale, an information sale to be exact. Even in those years before the emergence of the immortals to human eyes he had brokered in information. Computers and technology had always been his bag and the last century had done nothing to change that. Sure, advances came quickly and technology changed, but he had managed to keep pace with the best of them and to this day remained one of the most notorious hackers in the world. Cipher, his hacker alias, was how the buyer had addressed him, in those minutes before the female vampire bent on revenge strode through the door. The two had managed to complete their transaction just as the chaos of combat spread through the room and sent a large portion of the patrons scurrying for safety.

Logan made no attempt to exit the bar or involved himself in the general hysteria, but instead he watched with curiosity and interest. People often commented that they could see the wisdom of his years in the gaze of his brown eyes, yet it wasn’t wisdom that kept him in such close proximity to the melee, but general curiosity. Most watched for the thrill of the blood and violence, but not this werewolf, he had seen enough of that over the course of his life. No, what he wanted to see was the why behind it all. Why was this woman so chock full of rage and why was this vampire such a pathetic opponent. She was old as far as vampires went, at least as far as those he saw venturing around the city with any regularity. Like his kind, he knew the vampires to gain in power with age, but this fight was quite a bit more one sided than the disparity that he perceived between the two combatants.

As the spectacle ventured outside, Logan took his cigarette with him and followed along with a few others that still dared remain. He could detect some of them glancing back and forth between each other, wondering if the angry woman would come for them once she finished with her current quarry, but this concern failed to occur within his mind. Just as he could sense the age within her, he assumed that she was far enough long to do the same of him and realize that this was most likely a fight that neither of them would especially want to get into. Therein lie the main benefit of managing to live as long as the creature had, most potential enemies that might be a threat realized that it wouldn’t be a wise fight to get into and those that weren’t threats were dispatched easily enough. Taking life of any race, even his own, was not a foreign concept to Logan. He did it to defend himself and to feed when the need arose, but he took no joy in it as recreation.

In the final minute or so of the emotional murder, Logan retrieved his Blackberry from his inside jacket pocket and filmed the event. He managed to capture the carving of the names into the terrified creature up through his eventual execution. A slight smirk came to his lips as he watched the woman blow at the gun smoke and laugh maniacally, such theatrics had no effect on the werewolf that had seen lifetimes of sadistic violence committed for its own sake. He took a long draw from the cigarette before replacing the device in his pocket and stepping forward from the quickly dispersing audience.

”What do ya call yourself, love?” he asked in an inquisitive tone, nearing to within a few steps of the vampire. Surely he was aware that she was likely insane and might still have a bit of bloodlust in her, but he showed no fear, confident that he could defend himself well enough should the need present itself. No, what he was interested in here was information. If word of this got around and someone was curious about the lass, he wouldn’t mind being the one person with that little nugget of information. Such was the life he had chosen.

[marcella]

As I placed my gun to my thigh I could hear people moving into hiding from me. Heh so I must of had an audience. A smirk crossed my mouth before I quickly took it away. My sharp ears herd someone approach me, what a stupid, stupid person. They didnt know what was good for them did they? I suppose this male was just truly curious but curiosity killed the cat now didnt it? She hadnt missed a thing throughout her kicking the others ass. This guy that approached her just wasnt going to give up was he? He had already recorded her on his phone, which could easily be crushed. I turned to face him as I took my gloves off and placed them back in my pocket, letting half of them come out of it. My face was emotionless as I observed him. Notihng I couldnt handle. He had asked me for my name. Heh what the hell was he thinking?

My heals clicked against the ground as I closed the gap between us. My icy blue eyes stood out against my black hair. These eyes, they had seen many things, taken in so much. They were sharp and ready for everything. I stopped as I could reach out and touch the courious man. My eyes bore through him as if he was nothing, and nothing is what he was to me. I would no have a problem killing him. I supposed that the cops would be here soon, I couldnt hear their sirens yet, but they were no match for me. However there would be no time to kill this man. I took him in studying him, perhaps I would kill him later. My face was still emotionless as I spoke to him. "My name is what you want? Heh you will not have my name." My eyes narrowed at him and I took a couple steps back as I could now hear the sirens.

Once I was out of reaching distance I turned and went off the bridge and into the shadows of the city. If he followed me I might just possibly kill him, or possibly use him for my own pleasure. No he was too easy for that, I needed a man to take control of me. I laughed in side my head no man could or would ever control me! I was the kind of woman men feared and it pleased me. Im wicked and heartless. I rounded the alley corner and came across a street lined with bars and strip clubs. Fuckin whores, they all needed to be killed, I would get to them later. The sirens had now stopped and I entered a run down building to ditch the clothes I had. Quickly I changed into tight low cut jeans and a black tank top but kept my boots of course, the legs of the jeans were put over them though. I applied a few loose silver bracelets to my left arm. I put my curly hair down and fluffed it. I re-applied makeup and put my work clothes in a pile. Gas is what I poored over them, then I let them and snuck out of the building and back on to the street.

Once I was walking the street the fire department was only too slow and the building was up in flames. It was night of course, I hated the sun, and I was stronger in the night. It felt good that I finally took care of that last scum on the earth. Now I had a mission to find a place where I belonged, possibly a group. I had herd of this mob called Izan, maybe they could use a girl like me. Maybe not, surley they have herd that I was in town. My fathers father was a very well known assian, and other family members I had were well known killers, leaders of groups even. It had only run in my family. My mother and father were the only different ones. I walked around the corner of another building and came to the park. I walked over to a fountain and stood silently, cheacking the things around me.

The Total: 704
The Outfit: Jeans, boots, tank top, silver bracelets
The Message: Izan im ready for you