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Post by Alexandre Sebastien Le Feuvre on Jun 13, 2011 23:35:10 GMT -5
Hearing himself being referred to as 'little one,' wasn't his idea of a pleasant experience. He jarred his teeth together softly. "I have a name, vampirgr. You should keep your attention on her, unless you want to not make it through the night." He hoped that could be the case, and this vampire slayer had something they lacked. Maybe she could rid the world of this vampire? That would be nice. Would it help him? Probably not. He knew that he had to be the one to kill the vampire. But fighting him in direct fight, especially with his anger towards him, was merely pointless. But he would have to find a way and fast. After all, he didn't want this slayer taking his kill, or anything. If he could have one kill and one only, this would be the one he'd use it on.
Now his teeth were jarring together more viciously at mention of his sister. He knew the difference in years and that this girl would've had to have fallen exactly as the next one in line, or the 'replacement' which was the term they never used because it was such a hurtful, yet truthful term. Hearing the vampire speak of his sister yet again in such a shameful way angered him more than before, but he knew he couldn't share with this girl, a slayer, who he really was. He needed to maintain his composure for the time being, at least. "Maybe a girl who dedn't deserve to die? And was robbed from a heartless creature?" She was robbed, they both were. And this vampire was the prime cause for it. The others, they were mere grunts, and he had caught up with the majority of them back in the day. But he wasn't after them. He was after this one. And now that he had finally found him, it had become too much, he couldn't seek revenge.
He felt a sharp pain in his spine as he was shoved mercilessly into the hard wall behind him. He begun coughing, trying to regain the feeling in his lower body, whilst also trying to overhear the conversation between the two. The hard thud had brought back many painful memories, in particular, of how powerful this vampire really was. What he did hear, wasn't too flattering. The vampire had referred to him as his 'toy' as if he owned him, or something? He didn't own anything, especially him. In many ways, he hoped this slayer was able to beat the living hell out of this vampire right here and now. He looked up, still back against the hard wall, with a small grin. "Maybe thees time I can watch you die before my eyes." He looked at the vamprie, trying to compose a soft chuckle, before beginning to cough again.
This girl seemed rather high and cocky of herself and her abilities. He did like that, however it was also her downfall. He had been like that once, until everything was taken away from him. He didn't want to see the same happen to her, but at the same time he couldn't shy her away from what she believed in, no matter how hard he tried. He noticed the branch which he had previously dropped as a result of the vampire overpowering him, but he didn't want to make that mistake again. If he could save the girl's life tonight, it would mean something at least. He waited for a moment when the vampire was focusing his attention on the girl, and surprisingly pushed the vampire from behind into the wall he had previously been shoved into, and quickly moved over and grabbed the branch on the ground, before turning around. "This one's for Alexandra," he stated coldly, before aiming the branch towards the vampire's heart, hoping to end this now. At least his aim was accurate.
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Post by Jay DeLacy on Jun 15, 2011 7:29:34 GMT -5
A rape whistle? He almost smirked at that. No fun in that, not to him. He loved to twist the minds of people to make them want it, if this vampire ever felt inclined to do something like that. Arousal was tastier, and it was much more satisfying. "You wouldn't have any use for one of them even if you did have one. I'm not that kinda guy." No, in some ways, what he did could be considered worse, but also not bad. Not by the definition of being bad, that was, but since when did he ever stick to any sort of thing like that? "But that...careful, sweetheart. You might nick a nail."
Axe and a Slayer, Slayer and Axe. One swung and one chopping, but those could both be switched around as well. Weapons were all very well and good, and the excitement of a potential to-the-death fight was growing within him, but also, she seemed confident. And that would make any vampire slightly wary (any intelligent, non-big-headed one, anyway). There was always a chance he'd die, of course, and he didn't fancy that until after he'd played with his toy. Because despite the girls remarks...oh, he had definately chosen a new toy, and unlife was certainly looking up.
"If you have any complaints, they will have to be addressed to me in writing," he said silkily, moving to the side a little but otherwise remaining in somewhat of the same position, "Little Slayer's must remember their natural skills. But, alas, you don't get retirement plans, do you? Such a sweet little shame." She was examining him as he spoke, and he couldn't help but preen under the attention. He knew he looked good, even in the flickering light (or perhaps more so in the flickering light). Slender, and without any obvious bulges which would lead to weapons, but he bared his teeth slightly just in case she was looking for something. "On the eye out for weapons, luv? Want to compare? I already have mine, see?"
And the boy, the boy was talking again, his words making him chuckle, just a little. Concerned for him? Endearing, that was. "Don't worry, my sweet, I'll live to find out your name, I promise you." He would make it through this night, he was sure of it. Unlike other vampires, Jay wasn't afraid of turning tail and fleeing if he didn't fancy the fight. He had no question about honour, really, like those who stuck to the fine details of the Vampire Lore (which was really something he could never be bothered about). "And hush. The big boys are talking, sweets. All Slayer's deserve to die. That's their purpose, for we just keep on coming. Don't you think?" He tossed that question out to the girl again, smiling a relaxed smile towards them both. He didn't appear concerned at all, but his mood was shifting slightly. Angry...nice? He wasn't sure. Either way, it would most likely be fun.
At least, that was what he had thought until the boy had suddenly moved, whirling towards him with a branch directed right towards his chest. Jay's eyes widened slightly, of course (he could still react to things, his expressions weren't dead), but then he laughed, bracing his legs slightly and slamming his hands together. As if clapping. Applauding the boy, perhaps. Except not, for the branch had been caught between his hands, close to his chest, nearly touching, but stopped with his strength. He kept it in place as he leant forward, chuckling at the adorable little toy. "Your sister? Now...it wasn't my fault, was it? So really...this should be pointed at you. But good try, for a boy. Sweet little boy. Time to go." He paused slightly though, considering that. Was it really? Yes, for him - he didn't want to be slayed this night. But for the boy (as he was currently ignoring the Slayer, knowing his sire he'd want claim to her anyway)...no. Not going home time yet. Cuckoo hadn't called him in.
He smirked, slowly bringing his hands closer to his chest, in doing so pulling on the branch and after that the boy, smoothly making the distance between them smaller. "For me, anyway. I'll be seeing you really soon though. Promise." And then to make sure he wasn't followed (because that wasn't against the rules and would ruin his game), he grabbed the boy by the shirt before throwing him easily in the direction of the Slayer. Bowling, pins and balls. One knocked down the other after flying through the air. Crunching and cracking (in his mind, maybe) was a beautiful accompanent to the motion, and he laughed, backing away.
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Post by Lily Walters on Jun 17, 2011 15:48:50 GMT -5
Lily rushed headlong into the fray unfolding in front of her. The boy struggled with the vampire, yet he showed extraordinary strength, a baseline human would struggle to nudge a vampire but he wrestled with the supernatural beast, able to put up a fight. She was unable to find an in, they moved too frantically for her to get a clear strike on the vampire, she could have taken out the boy. They clearly had history the light that occasionally found their faces showed the boy to be struggling, he spoke of his sister with compassionate words followed by reckless action, admirable but stupid. Not unlike her own actions.
They were stuck in a stalemate, this was her opportunity to get in and end the Vampire she rushed them, her axe ready to strike when something happened, the Vampire gained the upper hand, using the French boy’s own momentum against him he whipped him towards the slayer, both were in motion. She discarded her axe in fear she would harm him and as she tried to dodge their bodies connected. It wasn’t a full on clash but the impact on her was enough to knock her off balance as she spun 360° before landing in a heap on the ground. She could just see the vampire’s smug face in her head as she desperately scrambled to her feet.
She pushed her upper body up but her legs were trapped by the weight of the French boy who had collapsed on top of them, “Hey Pepe Le Pew. Get off of me.” she called out as she looked around the alley, maybe her eyes were deceiving her but she could not see the vamp which could only be a bad thing, he had left to get a new victim or he was hiding stalking the duo looking for a perfect opportunity to strike. She reached out and grabbed her axe from the ground she wasn’t going to lose it.
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Post by Alexandre Sebastien Le Feuvre on Jun 21, 2011 7:56:16 GMT -5
He looked on in frustration at the vampire being one step ahead of him, catching the branch and soon after thrusting him backwards, until he felt a force behind him, the slayer. Falling on top of her, he found himself on the ground, on top of her. But the words of the vampire were still pressing deep into his mind. He knew the vampire and he would meet again, it was only a matter of time, he feared. However if there was a next time, he would need to be ready...Somehow. He couldn't feel guilt for the death of his sister, or fear for what this vampire could do. He just had to focus on ending the vampire. Could he do it though? That was a question he actually had no solid answer to.
He rolled off the girl as she begun to speak. However after hearing that, he probably should of remained and squashed her, or something. He sat on the ground, getting to his feet slowly as he watched her grab her axe. What kind of slayer carried around an axe? Did she think she was a barbarian or something? "Pepe Le Pew? Argr you comparing me to a skunk? Who, by the way, wasn't even French?" He shot the slayer a glance, before brushing himself down, still unable to make the comparison between a Looney Tunes character and himself. He didn't like this slayer before he begun speaking to her, and her 'sweet' charm wasn't making it any easier. Did she think he was going to act like the harmed innocent and be grateful she came? Not after her attitude, add to the fact that he didn't need nor want her help. It didn't concern her.
He then noticed she was looking rather cautious, as if he would be coming back for seconds already. "He won't be back, tonight. Its a mystery when you will see him again. So you can take that axe away from where innocents can see you and make assumptions." She looked like she was slightly rough. Not really expected, as she was rather attractive. But apparently in London, looks really didn't mean anything. He sighed, before turning and walking off in the other direction. "Guess this is the part where I chase after Penelope the pussycat, or something, right? Cuz it isn't you." He continued walking, hoping to never encounter this woman again.
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Post by Lily Walters on Jun 22, 2011 12:44:07 GMT -5
Lily forced herself up from the ground with a muted grunt, she was a little winded but she would live to fight another day, unless the French guy she had, literally, clashed with turned on her. She took a few steps away from the man and grabbed the axe cover sliding the sleek metallic head into its leather pouch before fastening it to her back, once she threw on her leather jacket the weapon would be discreetly hidden, she ran a hand through her hair, moving it from her eyes before shrugging her shoulders, cultural sensitivity was not part of her Slayer training. “The only other French person I could think of was Nicolas Sarkozy and I thought that would be more offensive.” she said with a friendly smile before coming to the realisation that her words were only acting as a repellent to the brooding Frenchman.
She smiled, she had constantly been berated by the council for her choice of weapon yet she found it to be the most compatible with her style of fighting and it did considerable damage, “You have a problem with the Hatchet? It’s a lot more effective than a branch.” She could tell from his tone and body language that they had history what she didn’t understand was how the boy had gone toe to toe with a vampire.
“Great, another cocky old Vampire stalking the streets, I’ll add him to my hit list.” she looked him up and down before he rudely walked down the street from her. She walked quickly behind him in fast pursuit, she clasped her hand onto his shoulder stopping him in his tracks “Now the only question is what are you, and do I need to add you to the list?” she asked, her voice was disconnected from her body; one would never expect such a sweet young girl to speak with such authority. She trapped him in an icy stare not blinking, showing she was a viable threat. “So, who are you?
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Post by Alexandre Sebastien Le Feuvre on Jun 23, 2011 0:47:01 GMT -5
He sighed at her second comparison to a French guy. She was right, that one was more offensive, but being compared to a Looney Tunes character who was treated like a love-sick idiot was also high in that list. Did people really not have any decent French icons who they could compare other French people to? He didn't think she'd like it if he compared her to some snobby British queen back in the day or something. Matters aside, it had became quite clear from that exchange that she hadn't watched must television, which he could relate to. He had probably turned on a television and sat down and watched it three times at most in the last year. It just wasn't his thing, really. He had enough action and adventure in his life as it is, without having to resort to seeing it on a big screen too.
Sure was probably right there too, about his choice of weapons. He was resourceful, and although it didn't get him anywhere, it was still something which could easily surprise an expectant opponent. Just not the vampire tonight, however. He eyed her axe once more, before beginning to scan the girl. "Nothing is wrong with it...I j-just expected you to carry around a stake, or something. Or is this how they do things in Britain?" He begun looking around the area slowly, before finally returning his eyes to the girl. "Looks a bit too big for you, as well." In many ways, he meant that as a tease, but in many ways he didn't. He really wasn't sure how he meant that to come out, it had just came out. It did look out of place next to the slender girl, though.
As he was walking off, he had heard the girl catching up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He sighed, stopping. He turned, listening to her words. He should of expected she wouldn't allow him to leave it like that, without an explanation. "Alexandre, no relation whatsoever to Pepe Le Pew, or Nicholas. Seeing as we are forcing the introductions here, who are you?" She had a list too? That was strange, he thought. Couldn't she keep up with all the vampires and bad guys she had to slay? "You can add me to the list if you like, but I'd rather prefer if we didn't have to fight. Your not my enemy, your just someone I don't like." She was the replacement to his sister, it was as simple as that. Sure, disliking this girl because of that wasn't getting his sister back, but he was just being rather stubborn. If she was happily slaying vampires, then she had her head up the Council's rear end, and he wanted nothing to do with that. At her final 'who are you' question, he smiled softly. "Ask yourself that, and you'll have an answer, maybe." On that note, he ran off down the alley, turning the corner before being distant. Hopefully he wouldn't have to see this slayer, again. [/size]
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