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Post by Leo on Jul 11, 2011 8:39:16 GMT
Sometimes you become what you Hate
To do what you want to do Most
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Leo had sat himself in a corner of the seediest tavern in the Old District. The Broken Barrel. Why? It was one of the best places to manage to monitor the life of the unholy scum. Mainly how many there were .Most of them came in here at some point or other. The fact it served good beers also helped.
Tonight had been quiet on the hunting side, so he gave himself an early night. Headed back to his apartment block to store his weapons and pick up his wallet and then came here.
He'd also changed from his t-shirt and short coat to his black close fitting leather tank top and long trench coat. His braids were loose right now, though he was ready to tie them back. Indeed as the door opened and one noted target came in he did tie them back.
He felt the eyes come onto him as it became apparent that a human was in the bar. But he didn't flinch just eyeing them back. He still had Ictus on him. He could still stake any fools that came to him. He was quite adept at improvisation if he had to. You had to be good at that to survive as a slayer or as a Dhampir. Or in his case both.
He just closed his eyes lighting up a cigarette that he'd pulled from his pocket taking a long drag before exhaling the smoke. With the initial drag taken he removed the cigarette to take a drink from the cup of whiskey in front of him, not a long one - this had to last him a bit after all.
Then he settled back to smoke in peace, seemingly a vulnerable target. Eyes closed head tilted back to reveal his pale skinned neck. Yet he was listening intently to all sounds about him. Hearing footsteps approaching his eyes opened a fraction to allow him to see who dared intrude upon his corner.
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Post by malcolm on Jul 18, 2011 18:33:02 GMT
Outside of the bar there was a crash, and an almost cartoon 'oof' coupled with a mutted thud was to follow. Words were exchanged, there was a hiss, then silence. After that, there was the sound of bones cracking, then another, slightly quieter thud.
As Malcolm walked into the bar He laughed a bit. "I told him to mug someone else..." Malcolm pressed the two sides of the gash on his cheek together, to get them to start healing. He'd always had issues getting it working, but as he'd not had a full feeding in some time it seemed he was going to have to suffer a bit. He used his other hand to straighten out his pewter blazer and started looking around. Yes, he smelled a human. No, he didnt overly care. He did however need a safe place to wait for his gash to heal and figured showing this type of weakness directly to another vampire was the easiest way to get a few new wounds to match. There were quite a few here who wanted to knock him down a peg or two.
It seemed the human was his only choice, and after ordering a glass of bloodwine he took a seat across from the interestingly colored human who seemed to be entierly too relaxed in this obviously dangerous place for him. Malcolm himself wasnt going to point that out, he was still holding his hand over his cheek like a mask, himself. "Sorry to barge in...safety in numbers, no?" He spoke with the cadance of old royalty, but his expression was one of embarassment. "Might I trouble you for a napkin?"
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Post by Leo on Jul 18, 2011 18:45:31 GMT
Sometimes you become what you Hate
To do what you want to do Most
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Leo's eyes had opened as he heard the sounds outside. His eyes were icey blue, just very slightly tinged with red in the iris. A sign of his extended fasting. He watched as the vampire approached his table nostrils flared slightly. He couldn't help that. His eyes had settled on the hand covering the wound first then he looked at the person in question.
He had to restrain the urge for his tongue to slide over his canines hungrily. He glanced around passing the napkin over silently. "Its fine" he said quietly eyes glancing around at the company around. He knew that this person facing him was a vampire. The sound and cadence of the voice gave away more. It was an elder. Not good.
He couldn't stand the older vampires half the time. But the blood they give....so sweet a darker side of him whispered in his mind. Playing on the blood cravings. NO! I am not an animal! came the rapid rebellious thought, falling into an internal conflict. A soft growl emerged from his throat. As if this snapped him out of his thoughts he paused to look over at his companion for the evening.
Then shakily the pale hued half blood took a sip from the strong whiskey in front of him.
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Post by malcolm on Jul 18, 2011 18:57:40 GMT
Malcolm took the napkin and placed it over the gash with his clean hand, the other just kind of laying there on the table a moment. "I can't believe the nerve of these younglings these days...Mugging an Elder like that, there's no way they would make off with anything..." He sighed and sipped at his wine, giving the 'human' a slight smile. When he set the glass down he ask in a semi-careing tone "Are you alright?" He had fangs perpetually, why bother hiding them, but he kept them smaller so that his face would still be atractive. No fun in the conquest if every creature thinks you are hideous.
Leaning forward a bit probably didnt help his new companions problem at all, though he was dreadfully unaware of what he was doing to the poor creature. He was just being sociable, which didn't happen much anymore really. The mood hardly came on him to converse with the common folk...but when it did he seemed to always find someone very interesting.
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Post by Leo on Jul 18, 2011 19:08:34 GMT
Sometimes you become what you Hate
To do what you want to do Most
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Well the leaning forward had caused a slight tremble to ripple through the dhampirs slender body. "I'm fine" he stated almost defensively. He gave a soft growl, some of his braids moving very slightly. Oh how he hungered though.
"Human brats always have been trouble" he commented, trying to keep naive. He didn't want to give an idea of him being something he wasn't. Still he couldn't help how his tongue slipped out over his lips, moistening them.
He gave a soft sound more to himself still trying to resist the blood lust racing through his body. He gave a second soft sound. He was almost trying to scent at the older vampire next to him giving a quiet growl to himself tongue licking over his fangs. He gave a soft shudder as well.
"I... hope you weren't harmed too badly" he added on softly.
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Post by malcolm on Jul 18, 2011 19:16:03 GMT
"Human brats have always been trouble"
Malcolm scoffed "Human, hardly. A human couldn't have even touched me." He sighed, pulling the napkin away to look at how bad the bleeding was. Damn he nearly needed another one already, though atleast the wound was finally starting to heal up a bit. "No, but then a fledgling vampire is not much of a step up...It's embarassing really." He gave a nervous smile before noticing the man's trembling again. He wasnt...afraid though. Fear would make sence...and why did he smell human....
Malcolms eyes seemed to show his surprise for a split second before he grinned a bit. "Oh, I see..." He laughed softly, holding out his hand to the boy infront of him. Malcolm thought it was cute, he was trying to hard not to attack. "Here...I'm obviously not useing it anymore. Take it before it dries." If malcolm were honest...he liked the feeling of blood being drained from him but he was NOT going to tell that to a starving dhampir.
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Post by Leo on Jul 18, 2011 19:47:17 GMT
Sometimes you become what you Hate
To do what you want to do Most
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Leo watched him before looking at the hand almost warily. Rapidly he attacked the offered hand taking the blood from that hungrily. He shifted slightly almost unconsciously. He glanced over at the vampire opposite him. "How did you know?" he asked warily giving a slight growl. Softly he shifted again in his seat.
"Fledgling Vampires aren't exactly uncommon around here" he commented with a shrug. Tongue flickered over fangs that had elongated slightly more looking at him quietly.
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Post by malcolm on Jul 18, 2011 20:00:06 GMT
Malcolm chuckled at hos quickly the boy had cleaned his hand off. It was...well more than entertaining for him. Seemed to be just the same for Leo as well, catching a whiff of pheromones. This was an interesting development. At the boys question he smiled a little. "While I've never met one of your kind before now, I do know about you. Plus..." He laughed, wiping his hand off on another napkin as he finally let the other one down, it wasnt actively bleeding anymore but was still an open wound. "You gave it away when you said the word human like you were something other than human...and the fangs. I don't think I'd have caught on otherwise."
Malcolm just nodded at the coment about fledglings. "It seems more and more are willing converts as well. Can't really understand WHY they want to be like us, the only change is no hospital bills and becoming a picky eater." He laughed softly and leaned back again. "So, if you don't mind me asking...just who was your father?" He was curious, wanted to know if he knew the vampire. Taking another sip of his wine he grinned. "Answer correctly and I just may have dinner for you..."
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Post by Leo on Jul 19, 2011 6:25:07 GMT
Sometimes you become what you Hate
To do what you want to do Most
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Leo shrugged "Most those 'willing converts' get to meet a bullet or a stake," he stated matter of factly. "I don't like using stakes myself they hurt too much" he added on shifting his position a bit. His face hardened as he was asked who his father was.
"My .... father..... was Dracula" he almost spat those words out venomously. Oh there was no love lost between father and son. There hadn't been when alive anyway. All he'd been wanted for was as a blood slave. He hated it. Dracula had never managed to touch him in that brief point where he was caught.
Suddenly he glared over at Malcom "I won't be no vampires blood slave" he suddenly snarled out.
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Post by malcolm on Jul 22, 2011 2:21:44 GMT
Malcolm's face controted just slightly when he heard Leo's method of dealing with 'willing converts' that he met. Could it be this halfbreed was more than your standard self-hating type?...Malcolm wondered for a moment if he really had picked the safest table in the bar. He let the thought go, for the most part, though as he heard who Leo's father was. That actually kind of explained his contempt for vampires. Growing up with Dracula couldn't have been easy. If Malcolm was an egomaniac, Dracula had a god complex.
Before Malcolm had a chance to voice his condolences, Leo spat out that he didn't plan on being food for anyone. With a shocked expression, Malcolm nodded to him. "Well...that seems fair..." He wasnt quite sure how to respond to that. In his mind, well, it was a vampires right to treat their food how they chose, but then, Leo was still part vampire, so...Moral debate was never a hedonist's strong point, so Malcolm let that go as well.
With a poilet, almost apologetic smile Malcolm looked up to Leo again and, wound almost healed now, he sipped up the last of his wine. "Well...I can tell you are still hungry, though I've had my fill for the night...maybe you'd like to come back to my place for a bite?...Or, we could go to yours, or anywhere really." He laughed quietly and looked up, eyes closed with a sigh. "This place is just...begining to depress me." It was, if he were honest. Same complacent beasts hiding out in the safe parts of town, no one even remotely trying to carve out their own place in the world. No one is meant to hide in the shadows, even a human. Humans may be food for vampires eventually, but then cattle were food for humans, but even cattle have their own lives to live.
"So, what do you say...shall we take this chat to more ejoyable scenery?"
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Post by Leo on Jul 22, 2011 6:53:37 GMT
Sometimes you become what you Hate
To do what you want to do Most
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Leo gave a shrug observing him "They're scared, I'm not the only person to fear here," he stated quietly. He knew of the presence of at least one slayer. There was a watcher here as well - though that was a friend of his. "They know they'll get staked eventually as they're too brash when they attack," he shrugged slightly.
"I'll trust you enough to go back to yours... my apartments a bit of a mess" he added on. He wasn't going to invite a vampire into his place, too risky. At least until he knew if Malcom could do anything like climb walls. He knew if he could all his own security would go to hell.
"So, whats your name anyway, you never bothered to introduce yourself by name to me" he stated. He wanted to know. Wanted to see if it was someone on his hitlist or not. Yes he had a list of things to kill, all in his head.
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Post by malcolm on Jul 22, 2011 7:11:08 GMT
"My place it is then." He smiled a little, letting the comment about dangerous persons in the bar slide. He'd prefer to think of this place as neutral ground, as much as it wasnt. As he stood and Leo asked him what his name was he gave a sincearly apologetic look to Leo and bowed his head a bit. "I'm terribly sorry, how rude of me. Malcolm Westone. I could have sworn i introduced myself...I supose the bleeding distracted me."
He stretched a bit, as his gash on his cheek ripped itself open. He rolled his eyes and groaned "Thats the last time i feed on a demon....tastey and filling, but no nutritional value at all." He picked up another napkin and held it to his face.
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Post by Samantha Firewolf on Jul 29, 2011 9:46:56 GMT
The door to The Broken Barrel breezed open, and a young woman, presumably in her early 20's came striding through the door, ankle-length form-fitting skirt swishing quietly as she walked up to the bar "Clamato" She spoke quietly, her voice dulcet,with a twinge of sweetness to it. Instantly, the bartender got her drink, and she sat down, glancing around the nightlige of the establishment.
She had breezed past Malcolm and Leo without so much as a glance at them, but now she looked at them with mild curiosity on her sweet features. Her lips were a rich ruby red(thanks to her..meal before she left), and her gaze was clear, no hint of red. She had drinken well before she had dared to come out for a bit of fun. She crossed one leg over the other, the slit in her skirt showing off a slender, smooth creamy leg. She scented out the vampire, but the paler, silver-haired boy was a bit of a mystery to her. She kept quiet though, merely observing for the moment.
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Post by Leo on Jul 29, 2011 12:07:17 GMT
Sometimes you become what you Hate
To do what you want to do Most
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"It is...a ... pleasure to meet you.... Malcolm" he stated giving a daring glance at him, almost challenging him to try and 'correct' his slip. Oh no Leo rarely gave Vampires titles, he preferred first name basis, at least until a bullet took their lives. He scented the second vampire breezing past, having to resist the urge to turn his head.
Instead his eyes were almost locking onto Malcolm's neck. While he may smell of human to most, his vampire side was only contained. He could still sense the blood waiting should he only be able to feed. He could sense it almost as if he was tasting it, eyes flickering closer to a blood red hue then the normal icey blue he normally possessed.
A second low growl escaped his slightly parted lips that just revealed the elongated fangs he possessed.
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