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Post by Leo on Jul 8, 2011 14:16:40 GMT
Sometimes you become what you Hate
To do what you want to do Most
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Lithe body smoothly encased in black moved through the crowds. It was nearing night club kick out time. Black trench coat curled around his slender legs that were covered in black jeans. Beneath the coat his arms would be bare, wearing just a black stud edged vest that moulded to his form.
He had his braids out of sight apart from their movements beneath his coat. They'd been placed beneath his trench coat to keep them controlled a bit better. Icey blue eyes looked around, one hand rested on Trucido's grip. Oh yes the half blood was ready. Not to kill humans, but to protect them. He suspected that there were undead scum just waiting for a feast to begin.
He growled a bit to himself feeling his braids moving beneath his black coat, his eyes flickering between blue and red. Oh yes he thirsted. But he had to hold it back. He wasn't going to fall to his baser desires.
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Post by Ophelia Marshall on Jul 18, 2011 16:45:22 GMT
It was near closing and the red head still had not found someone she wanted to take home. Take home and kill. The red head just had a blood lust that nothing could cure except to kill. In all honesty she did not even try and fight the urges. In a way Ophelia was more a monster then the vampires she knew existed. And she was also too picky. She wanted to kill someone that people would miss. Half of the men that tried to grind on her in the dance floor wouldn’t be missed, and their murders wouldn’t be worked as hard as if they were from a middle-upper class family. Hell, the people she killed were ruled as a gang killing, a religious killing or the bodies weren’t found. Ophelia was either really good at getting away at this or the police just didn’t care. Ophelia of course thought that she was the best.
She was dressed in really tight jeans and a black shirt that exposed her breasts and was held together with strings. Everything was so revealing that one wouldn’t think the thing had a weapon on her. But Ophelia had a glock hidden in her left boot and a large knife hidden in her right boot. She had a lot more weapons in her car. Not to mention her preferred way to make men and women unconscious, chloroform. Despite being close to closing drinks were still being put in her hand by people buying, hoping to get lucky. Ophelia pretended to take a sip but always put the drink on the tray when the bar waitress made her rounds. She looked drunk but she really wasn’t, honestly.
Finally out of the corner of Ophelia’s eye she saw a man who had been observing her the whole night. He look sophisticated, unlike the guy in the trench coat who looked like a serial killer, he looked like someone who would be missed. Maybe his daddy was a millionaire. Ophelia could just see the future headlines: Millionaire Heir Killed, Serial Killer? It almost made her gush, but she was supposed to be ‘drunk’. It was easier that way. The man had been watching her all evening, he had watched others advance on Ophelia and watch Ophelia turn all others away, quite rudely, actually.
“You wanna get out of here?” the man that may or may not have been human said.
“Oooookkkkkk.” Ophelia said with her best drunken slur. She had swished alcohol around in her mouth and some had spilled on her a few hours ago. With her arms wrapped around her millionaire heir Ophelia knew she had the chance to make the headlines. Now she just needed to think of a way to kill him. Not like all the others but something extraordinary. Oh how he would suffer!
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Post by Leo on Jul 18, 2011 17:48:39 GMT
Sometimes you become what you Hate
To do what you want to do Most
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Leo's senses prickled the dhampir looking around again before he sighted the reason for this. Slowly he shifted his position more then prepared to tail her. It was odd. This person she wasn't a vampire, nor a demon nor anything out of the ordinary. Not that he could detect. So why then were his senses so....alert.
What was so off kilter about her? His icey blue eyes settled more firmly on her, trying to ascertain what was different. What had gained his attention in such a way. A slight frown appeared. Something was off. He wanted to know why. He didn't like this feeling.
He shifted a bit making ready to follow frowning faintly tongue rubbing over his fangs quietly as he growled to himself.
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Post by Ophelia Marshall on Jul 18, 2011 18:08:05 GMT
Ophelia and the man who may or may not have been human exited the club. In the background the club was calling out last drinks. Out on the streets the air smelled sweet, a hint of old cigarettes and sex. If this scent could be bottled Ophelia would just love to sniff it in perfume form! Ophelia stumbled as a drunk and almost fell to the ground, thank goodness she was clutching onto the man and he helped her up. “You saved my life. You’re my Prince charming.” Ophelia said in drunken talk. She was laughing in her head, really, really hard.
“Let’s take my car. I’ll drive.” She said as she fake tripped again and fake needed to be helped again. “Okay, you drive.” This guy wasn’t drunk at all. He seemed sober. The two approached her car parallel parked with some other cars. The hard part was always taking her car because the guys always wanted to take their own cars. Most of the time this was where the struggle began. “I keep my keys under the car so the bartenders can’t take them.” She giggled as she bent down to reach something under the car. Of course her key was in her pocket.
Out of the corner of her eyes Ophelia watched the man go for the attack. This was what they usually did. Instead of being clobbered unconscious Ophelia ducked out of the way and stood up with a needle with a roll of tape in her hand, the tape had been used to prop the needle up. Instantly Ophelia pushed the needle into the man’s neck and then released the soothing combination of sleeping toxins. “A girl always needs to be prepared.” She said sounding not drunk now. Sometimes she had to use the needle, sometimes they got in the car and she used the chloroform.
She opened the door with her car key which had been in her pocket and put the needle in a plastic baggie. Then tossed it in the passenger’s foot area. She wasn’t worried about witnesses. It was so late and Ophelia could just tell anyone that he was her really drunk ass boyfriend.
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Post by Leo on Jul 19, 2011 6:50:58 GMT
Sometimes you become what you Hate
To do what you want to do Most
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Leo watched these actions intently. As she tossed the needle into the plastic bag and into the car he started to make his move. This was a person. He couldn't shoot her as he would a vampire. Softly he growled slowly approaching. He hungered as well. He paused scenting the air, there was something not human around here though. Well besides him.
Could it be the target she'd taken down? A moment of hesitation, strong indecision raced through him at that. He drew back prepared to wait out a while longer, to follow if need be giving a soft sound to himself. He needed more facts. More information.
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Post by Ophelia Marshall on Jul 20, 2011 14:32:27 GMT
Ophelia hummed to herself as she adjusted the mirrors. She did not note anything nor was she really looking for anything. She took the time to turn on the vechicle headlights and then turn on the radio, adjust to a station that was playing a song she liked and then only did she begin to drive. If anything there should have been some fear and maybe a foot pressed a bit too hard on the gas out of nervousness. Instead there was nothing.
"Hmm. I don't think you're human." She said to the unconcious body. "But I don't think I'm an expert on that. Maybe I can ask you when you wake up, after all the bullshit." She really needed a better way of identifying vampires. Not to mention the few times she had caught one this way they had gone through hell before actually admitting the truth, thinking some human didn't have the guts and couldn't do what it took.
Ophelia drove to an abandoned warehouse. It was only a few blocks away. She got out of the car, opened the gate with a towel, drove the car and then closed the gate behind her. She turned off the headlights of course, put the car in neutral and pushed it in as to not make any noise. From there she dragged and tied the body in the first room.
As Ophelia began to look at her crip clean tools she froze, did she just hear an emotion? Was she alone? She shook the feeling off..
OOC - Hope the post is okay.
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Post by Leo on Jul 21, 2011 7:49:19 GMT
Sometimes you become what you Hate
To do what you want to do Most
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Leo had followed, almost silently. He'd leapt over the fence surrounding the warehouse following moving to some place where he could observe, and hopefully not be observed. He was trying to feel, trying to tell if this was some vampire or not. Of course he didn't particularly wish to be caught by this person either.
She didn't seem particularly....sane. He had little doubt that he could fight her off if he had to... but that would cause too much disturbance. He wasn't a full vampire either so....he had no real desire to risk serious injury. He might not get out of here alive if he did.
He froze as she looked around, hoping that his shadow'd hiding place would disguise him well enough from view.
OOC: Its fine, I'm a bit lacking right now sorry ^.^;; |
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Post by Ophelia Marshall on Jul 22, 2011 18:12:25 GMT
Ophelia could … feel. Someone or something was watching. Ophelia couldn’t pinpoint them, yet, so she stopped looking left and right. Instead, she would have to shock the hell out of them. She would have to make them release their emotion. Then she could find them. Unless no one was there and she had imagined it.
Ophelia put on some latex gloves and ripped off the man’s clothes with a knife. She stuffed the clothing in a black bag. Her hands touched each knife on the table nearby and Ophelia finally chose a scary looking instrument. With a single jab Ophelia punctured the external oblique, the right side of his stomach. The man opened his eyes and screamed.
“Tell me what you are.” Ophelia whispered as she started at the feet. She made a one inch incision with a sharp looking knife, causing the man to scream some more. But this was mostly for the benefit of the person that may have been there watching. From there Ophelia peeled off some skin, as if she was peeling an apple. The man tied down to the table screamed and screamed.
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Post by Leo on Jul 31, 2011 8:08:35 GMT
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Well the scent of blood was getting his lusting for blood hard to control...harder then usual. Slowly he drew his gun from the back of his jeans, hey it was an easier draw then in the actual holsters. He was glad he kept both ready to fire glancing, black oh it was his better gun he'd chosen. It would seem that instincts still did run strong. As he'd drawn the gun from the back of his coat it had caused the coat to move with a soft rustle the leather trench soon settling beneath him.
Slowly he raised the gun, the weapon glinting slightly in the faint light, taking his aim. Not at Ophelia, but at the plaything she'd been....amusing herself with. A curled upper lip displayed the distaste he showed at that. It would also however display his faintly elongated canines. His eyes were focused on his goal, on the target. Swiftly he took the shot, hoping to end the captives suffering. If it was a vampire it would ash, if it wasn't it would be killed instantly should the bullet fly true. He'd aimed it to the head.
Even as the bullet was making its flight he was stepping out of his shadows into the light drawing the second gun he carried readily. "Did you never hear its not polite to play with your food? Oh wait sorry that's what I'd use for a Vampire" he stated calmly, almost coldly. He wasn't impressed. "Still with how you act you'd think you'd be one" he added on. Upper lip was still curled displaying total disgust.
"So what do you think you are? A Slayer? Give me a break, you stink like one but you don't act like one at all, they tend to you know check that its a vampire or some other undead before quickly killing them. Or are you just a deranged human so desperate to be a slayer that you somehow made yourself stink of slayer, but really you're just a sad little powerless human," oh it was dangerous the game Leo was playing but really, he was annoyed. No more then annoyed, royally pissed off.
Not that she was taking 'his' fun or 'his' game. That she would ignore all the rules that were meant to somewhat govern the slayers if that's what she was, and worst torture and kill. "Now you may have been running and avoiding the police, but trust me, you can't hide from me, and I doubt you can hide from the Watchers Council" he added on. Oh his eyes were normally cold due to their light blue hue that was icey in itself, now with the cold glare he was giving Ophelia it would be more then likely feeling like the temperature had dropped a good few degrees.
The braids that were more controlled by his vampire side were lashing through the air, mirroring and even intensifying Leo's own fury at the person before him. Already the whispers were there in his mind trying to urge him on to feed off her, to remove the danger for the good of all.
"So what do you think you are? If you think you're better then those night vermin you no doubt claim to hunt while prowling and preying on all human or not, then really you're no better then the vampires you try and kill. You know they do that, in fact... a vampire has more style and class then you" He finished, his whole tone during the previously spoken words down to his final words ranged from disgusted to sarcastic and there were plenty of times he was even attacking using words, the tongue definitely bladed. He hadn't flinched at the blood and the torture, instead it had woken his baser temper.
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Post by Ophelia Marshall on Aug 2, 2011 20:34:32 GMT
Blood was gushing everywhere. Ophelia had a nice chunk of skin on the floor. She had been cutting him sloppily; if one wanted to wear his skin as a coat then she would need to have done it oh so carefully. But Ophelia wasn’t that crazy, she just thought of wearing his skin as a passing idea, not something she would actually do. Now that was just insane!
A bullet flied and killed the person Ophelia had been torturing. Then a person armed with a gun walked towards Ophelia. She felt absolutely no fear. The person could kill her or he wouldn’t. But Ophelia wasn’t cowering at the sight of the gun. It was as if someone asked her if she would like a bologna sandwich or a turkey ham sandwich. “I think you killed the wrong person.” She said stately. Weren’t passerby’s supposed to help the victim and kill the perpetrators (AKA Ophelia)?
“Hmm.” Ophelia said as she put her hand to her face as in thought. “I think given the options I’m a bit deranged. And I take that as a compliment. Thank you. I don’t really know what you’re talking about when you say slayer. I feel I’m more of a mass murderer type. Maybe a little bit of a serial killer, if there’s a difference between that and mass murderer…” she shrugged.
“I don’t even know what a Watcher’s Council is. And does it look like I’m hiding from you?” Ophelia said as she picked up the knife from the middle of the man’s gut. That act alone would get her shot by someone with an itchy trigger finger. She twirled the knife around her fingers. It was dissatisfying to have someone else kill her play toy, but the man himself was interesting, if not a bit crazy. And Ophelia liked crazy!
“My my. You’re really furious. What was this Thing to you? Were you his lover? Maybe It was your father or son?” As an empath Ophelia could feel that he was furious. This man, thing, creature, cowboy, was mortified. If blood could boil, his surely would have! “You need to calm down, now.” Ophelia then began to press emotions on the man. She was trying to make this man feel grateful. He should feel grateful because Ophelia had killed the man that had hurt him. And she should be his savior. The man should calm down and be grateful.
It was quite hard, for some reason, to do this. But it could be done. Ophelia just needed to concentrate more. This man’s mind was obviously more open to certain things that others would be completely closed with. Housewives were the easiest to control, Ophelia could make them kill their children with ease. Just a little push of anger, maybe put in the idea that their husband was with the babysitter and voila. But this man wasn’t a housewife and his mind was harder. But still, could be done.
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Post by Leo on Aug 14, 2011 7:39:35 GMT
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Leo was watching her giving a smirk showing the elongated canines slightly. "Heh, no no, I shot the right person. It was an innocent human being, at least I removed him from the dubious honour of being you're play thing - as thus helping him," he smirked. "It is doubtful that he would have survived the blood loss if I'd have fired for you" he added on with a shrug.
He gave a chuckle at her protests "You'll find out soon enough," he stated with a smirk. He didn't react when she started to play and twirl with the knife holding the gun steady - but no he knew better then to shoot like that. He would have enough with his morals and conscience about killing a human.
Slowly he took a step forward "I'd rather not calm down, it makes my job way too hard if I calm down," he stated with a low grin. "You see the thing to me was an innocent but absolutely wonderful human beings, something to be treasured - yes they might stray off the right path" with that he fixed her with a glare, he'd only calmed slightly - the boiling anger being replaced with an almost toying scolding feeling instead, his voice icey as he'd spoken the last part "but...they're still wonderful in their own ways" he finished.
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