Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2016 17:06:01 GMT -5
Shuffling a bit wobbly as he made his way through the barren landscape, Damien couldn’t help but lift a hand up to wipe a little bit of sweat from his brow. He already hated the sun in itself for causing such a huge annoyance in his daily life. It wasn’t exactly like he couldn’t survive the exposure to it, but damned if it wasn’t annoying. He lifted a hand up and tapped against the shades that rested over his eyes, protecting them quite a bit from the sun’s rays and also cleverly disguising the ever present hangover that the man seemed to carry with him like a badge of honor. He let out a light groan and reached a bit higher, pulling down the hood from his leather cloak a bit lower to help hide more of his face from the sun. It wasn’t his usual fashion, but being in a scorching hot wasteland wasn’t his usual place of hangout. For the first time in a while, Damien had found himself asked to do some work for his family. Most of his time had previously been used surveying key targets and people of interest to the family, but now there was some cleaning to do and Damien would have to do it with the others dispatched. And the way he’d have to even find out about this crap had pissed him off the most. The more he thought back on it, the more annoyed he grew.
For the most part, Damien had been enjoying himself in a nice west city bar with his good human “friends”, trying to get as wasted as he could before he’d pass out and wake up the next morning in some place fun, probably without his wallet to keep him company. But instead of the usual boring Saturday night, someone decided to make themselves known to the bar. Slumping forward a bit as he heard the door swing open for a good bit of time, Damien had just started getting snuggled up on the counter of the bar with a few shots of rum idly sitting by his fingers and having a pretty good time, evident by the eight or so glasses that sat by his other arm instead. He felt so good that he didn’t even plan on starting any fights tonight, preferring to just get wasted and keep to himself for now. But plans often fall apart and soon enough he jadedly watched as a hand reached over his shoulder, grabbing one of the shot glasses from his reach and lifting it up over his figure. Someone must had been feeling pretty damn cheeky to be stealing his drinks, but still Damien didn’t exactly feel like getting into some trouble yet. So simply, he just kicked a foot hard enough against the bar to spin him in his chair twice over before he came to a slow stop in the opposite direction, looking up in a bit of a drunken fashion at the man who decided to start pushing his way into the vampire’s good night. And low and behold, it seemed to be some punk that stood there in front of him, sniffing the glass a bit before looking down at the swordsman.
The strange man seemed to be a bit of a jerk from his appearance, though that may had been Damien’s mind telling him that he wanted that drink the guy was holding. He had a pretty thin build and while it was difficult to tell from how Damien sat, he could guess that the man would stand only a few moments under the swordsman himself. He had pitch black hair, hair that Damien somewhat envied as he felt his own slightly grayed streaks, that were fashioned in punk rocker sort of look with an overgrown left side and a shaven right. His left eyebrow held a silver stud piercing on the very edge of it and his lip had a similar silver hoop going through it. His eyes seemed to be sunken and dark, but at this point Damien could had believed it was just makeup. His get up made it clear he was going for some sort of urban rebel look. A sleeveless black denim vest was clinging tightly to his figure with a dark red t-shirt underneath. His black jeans seemed slim and practically clung to the man’s legs without giving much wiggle room, save for the few tears and holes along the fabric. Looking down, Damien saw a pair of steel toed boots resting only a bit away from his own nice dress shoes. The guy generally gave off that “screw the establishment” kind of vibe, but it’s not like Damien could really judge. But there was something else about the man that set off Damien’s senses. They both very well knew what the other was, but it didn’t seem like either was willing to say it right now.
“Hey. That’s mine you know.” Damien finally spoke up, leaning back a bit more in his seat as he seemed to smirk a bit despite the situation. As if not even hearing the words, the rocker seemed to turn the drink around in his sight as if he was searching diligently for something in the small shot glass, but somehow couldn’t find whatever was important about it. Once more, he sniffed the drink a bit before he seemed a bit repulsed by the liquid, looking down at Damien with a seemingly peaked curiosity and a raised brow before going to pour out his drink onto the floor without a moment’s hesitation. As Damien watched the liquid fall, he couldn’t help but get a bit annoyed by the ordeal as he moved a hand up to rub his temples lightly before he shook his head. “Alright. I get it. You’re probably touched in the head and don’t know how the world works. You see, when someone says that you have their drink, you’re supposed to return it and not do exactly what you just did. That is how you make people mad. I’d offer to give you an example, but it seems like you’re here to just start trouble and not enjoy a bit of poison, eh?” he spoke with a slight bit of venom laced in his words, moving a hand back to grab another one of the shots before downing it.
Though just as soon as the liquid slid down Damien’s throat, he couldn’t ignore the ugly mug that had just moved only a few inches from his own face, watching his with an interested gaze. “Listen. If you want a kiss, I’m the wrong guy. So how about you back up, eh?” the vampire moved a hand to push the punk back a bit, moving his newfound acquaintance a few steps back, though seeming to still get that same gaze from the weirdo. With the two watching each other, it seemed like there was something that Damien must had been missing here, but it wasn’t like he was getting very many hints from the guy before him. “Okay, I’ll bite. What the hell are you doing here and why won’t you leave me alone already?” Damien finally questioned as he sipped another of his shots lightly, waiting to hear how the man was some friend of a bar thug that had gotten beaten up or something along those lines. It was a pretty common story for the vampire to hear. Instead though, the man only lifted his hand up and pointed at the drink.
“Why are you drinking those?” the stranger finally spoke in a deep voice that seemed to betray his young look. The question had came as an admitted surprise to Damien, though he simply gave a slight smirk in response as he quickly downed it. Holding the glass in his hand for a bit, he looked up at the man before going to lean up a bit so he could balance it on the guy’s head, only for the stranger to tilt his head and have the glass slide right off and shatter onto the floor in an instant. “Why are you drinking those?” the punk repeated once more with a snarl, appearing to had gotten quite angered from the lack of a real answer. Damien, on the other hand, was seeming to enjoy himself a bit as he watched the man get riled up so easily. It was a hobby of his from time to time to start trouble with strangers for a bit now and then, but even now he couldn’t help but find satisfaction in watching as he got a rise out of the man. Even now he didn’t speak, instead reaching over for another drink to quench the ever growing thirst he had while watching the stranger.
In an instant, the man’s palm seemed to press against Damien’s throat as he felt a pair of claws digging into the sides of his neck, squeezing it a bit. Damien figured it before, but now he could at least confirm it. The man who’d decide to ruin his otherwise good night was another creature of the night similar to him. Lifting a hand up, Damien lightly gripped the man’s wrist and narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, though his smirk didn’t seem to fade even as his life was so obviously threatened. “I won’t ask again. Why are you drinking those?” the stranger growled as he began pressing on the Damien’s throat, baring his fangs out for the man to see. Moving his other hand back, Damien went slowly grab the last shot he had and swish it around in it’s glass a bit before he began to squeeze hard with the other hand on the freak’s wrist in return, an audible cracking heard in the air that seemed to draw the attention of all. The man should’ve known just where he stood in terms of power. With a slight glint in his eye and a thumb now pressing into the man’s wrist, the two began to switch places as Damien rose to his feet while forcing the man onto his knees instead, staring down with a rather unamused expression. Leaning down a bit to watch the man’s struggling face, Damien gave a smirk before moving his lips to rest just an inch away from the stranger’s ear. “Because if I didn’t. . .” he whispered ever so lightly, but enough to get his point across. “I’d really be a lot more angry than I am now.” he finished before quickly slamming a knee forward, shooting the man straight through the front door without exerting too much effort. Reaching into his coat, he grabbed a few large zeni coins before setting it down on the bar counter and heading out after the punk.
Stepping out into the cold night, Damien had a chance to glance up at the beautiful moon sky, seeming fairly pleased by the sight as he looked longingly towards something invisible before he glanced down to see the man from before stumbling away along the sidewalk, shoving people out of his way as he began to break out into a run. “Oh come on guy. You can’t really expect to outrun me, right?” Damien called out through cupped hands before shaking his head slightly at the lack of response, stepping into an alley before taking a large leap onto the rooftop of the next building over, seeming to enjoy himself a bit as he jumped from one roof to the other after his prey. His vision admittedly was a bit hazy from all the drinks he had, but even still Damien managed to keep focus on his query as he was forced to chase for around a good mile, searching for the opening he so desperately needed. Watching as the stranger finally turned a corner into an alleyway, a smirk rose on the swordsman’s face before he leapt forward to stand above him. As he’d hoped, the man began shuffling down the alleyway and secluded himself, at least enough for Damien to get his work done. Moving a bit ahead of his target and keeping a bit of timing, Damien stretched out his right hand a bit before a red aura began to form around the ends of his fingers. “Enough playing!” the swordsman finally called out before leaping off the roof, aiming his body at the stranger’s as he fell before going to bring his claws down horizontally through the man’s body, rending his flesh with ease as his aura seemed to cut like knives through the bloodsucker’s flesh. The aura seemed to last in the air that marked the trail of where he cut for a few seconds before quickly vanishing. Blood ran down Damien’s fingers now as he landed ever so lightly on his feet, crouched for a few moments before standing up as he looked at the man’s still form. Watching the man, Damien seemed to smirk as the pain from the strike had seemed to frozen his foe in place. “Even for a vampire, you’re pathetically weak. The fact you couldn’t tell the difference between you and myself only shows you didn’t have what it take to live.” he moved a hand up, going to press a finger on the man’s forehead to knock him over before going to kneel over his waist and hold his claws threateningly over the freak in an intimidating fashion.
“How about we just knock the first question out of the way? What kind of stupid are you to think you could seriously pick a fight with me?” Damien moved the claws a bit lower, pressing down into the punk’s chest a bit as he waited for his answer. But strangely enough, the kid didn’t seem willing to speak for whatever reason. Maybe the executioner had used too much force in his initial strike, but the kid was still somewhat alive which meant he should’ve been able to form some comprehensive sentence. Damien was beginning to grow impatient as time went on and he really didn’t want to stay here all night with some idiot that had thought himself all high and mighty. Only then did something in the air catch the man’s attention, making him take in a few sniffs before narrowing his gaze as he looked to his right deeper into the alleyway. From the darkness emerged a figure clad in midnight black suit with black tie. Black gloves were worn on each hand along with black dress shoes on each foot. His hair was a dark black and he wore a pair of sunglasses with, you guessed it, black lenses that hid his eyes. The man looked like he was a professional syndicate member or something, but there was something else that would easily catch anyone’s attention. The man had strength and Damien could pick it up off two things. The man had a certain aroma on him which seemed to say that he could crush most humans between his fingers with ease. He also had another, more sinister aroma. He carried a few different scents of blood and as Damien focused, he could tell see a dark liquid dripping from both his lips as well as running down each of the leather covered fingers. He must have had quite a fill tonight.
“Now now. I believe that is quite enough, don’t you?” the newcomer spoke in a rather formal voice, not completely emotionless but not quite enthusiastic enough to make him sound like he was actually interested in the turn of events. Almost like he knew everything would happen as it did. “You did well, mutt.” the man’s eyes trailed lower to the punk that Damien had pinned to the ground right now. “But I thought I specifically instructed you not to be caught. A hound that cannot follow orders is no use to me.” he harshly explained before lifting his hand up. Damien quickly widened his eyes as he realized what was about to happen before throwing himself back just as a torrent of dark energy rushed past him, completely wiping out any trace of the punk that Damien had been tracking this whole time. Damien seemed admittedly a bit shocked, but the expression didn’t stay as he soon returned his gaze to the professional once more, realizing there was something else going on instead of what he originally thought. “Ah. Sorry. The sight of lingering trash just infuriates me. Now hurry along. Time is money.” he continued speaking as a dark glimmer could be seen in his eye momentarily before he turned his back to Damien and began to proceed back into the shadows. The swordsman glanced between the scorch marks that lingered where Damien’s prey had once been and the shadows before getting up to his feet and following after, digging his nails slightly into his palms as he knew he wasn’t going to like where this was going.
Sometimes he hated when he was right. Just as soon as he turned the corner of the alleyway, he was greeted by the sight of the same man sitting at a shoddy looking table, probably quickly improvised from nearby, with a napkin tucked into the front neck of his shirt. The man seemed to still be hungry despite the heavy aroma that Damien already picked up earlier, but that wasn’t what startled him about the whole situation. Lowering his crimson gaze slowly, Damien’s eyes rested upon what appeared to be a young child, probably just in her middle school days. With her arms and legs bind and a piece of tape covering over her mouth, it was fairly clear just what was planned to happen here. The girl had just happened to stumble on the wrong place it seemed. Maybe she was coming home from a friend’s house or maybe she just didn’t realize how dangerous a big city like this one could be for someone so weak. Damien looked back up at the man, not seeming very amused by what was occurring, though he was only granted a wave of a hand that told him to sit parallel to his host. Moving over slowly, the swordsman pulled back his shoddy fold out chair before going to quickly throw his form back into it, a loud clank produced as soon as Damien’s back met the chair. With a slightly raised brow, the man gestured the hand again before Damien gave a roll of his eyes and reached behind him, slowly pulling his folded up sword from his back before setting it on the table for all to see. The girl seemed to squirm at the sight of it, probably thinking it was meant for her, but the other two knew that it probably wouldn’t taste any blood tonight. “There. Now that all of that is settled, we can finally begin.” the man in suit began to explain. “My name is Alexander Hamilton. As you probably know by now, I am a creature of the night. It is regrettable I couldn’t approach you myself and explain my proposition, but I am able to blend into society unlike quite a bit of my. . . Of our kind. It seemed like getting a proxy would be my only way to contact you, though it wasn’t exactly hard to track you down after some time. You seem to have a strange thirst for mortal delights, hrm?” he smirked a bit as if he thought he had somehow gotten the upper hand.
“You know, there’s something about your face. I don’t really know what it is. . . But every time you talk, I kinda wanna break it.” Damien replied with a slight smirk as he went to feel on his chest a few times before locating his trust flask, lifting it up a bit out of his coat pocket before popping the top with his right thumb and bringing it up, pouring what little liquid remained in it into his mouth before he seemed to grow disappointed and quickly returned the flask to its proper place. “And I’m even out of. . .” he looked down at the girl and narrowed his eyes a bit. “Happy juice. . .” he carefully spoke with some bit of restraint before looking back up at his host once more. “So that means you should probably hurry up and explain why I’m here before I get a bit angry and try tearing out your throat instead.” he crossed his arms as he leaned back in his chair a bit.
“If you find yourself with a bit of thirst, there is a fresh meal right on the table. I got it specifically for you afterall. And we can always just go hunt more if you find yourself still needing more.” he moved a hand to gesture to the terrified girl once more. “As for my face, I strongly advise trying to break it until we at the very least discuss the business I have for you. You see, I come here as a representative for a small group of very wealthy men. They have something that we only know you possess. Of course, we refer to your-”
“Charm and great looks? Sorry. I don’t plan on selling this face anytime soon and I don’t give lessons on how to pick up women.” Damien interjected before the final words could be spoken, clearly not buying the pitch yet as he looked at the man before him with a bit of disgust, his hand reaching forward to grab the brat off the table and lift her up a bit before setting her down beside him on the concrete floor, tired of having to look at her when he looks at the freak before him. “I’m starting to get bored.”
“Yes well. . .” he cleared his throat a bit before going to look down at the child. “Firstly, you shouldn’t play with your food. Second, what we want is your blood. My clients are humans who wish to become creatures of darkness much like ourselves. Unfortunately for them, they want blood that is both powerful and also allows them to keep their more. . . Human characteristics.” he gritted his teeth a bit as he refers to his own blue skin that would more than likely make people stand out a bit more than most people would. “If you comply, you’ll receive quite a bit of financial compensation in return for your generous contribution as well as unlimited people to feed on with ease. You won’t even have to lift a finger t-”
“Not interested. In addition to the fact you broke one of the most sacred rules the vampires are supposed to uphold. . . The us being a secret thing, you decided to have someone attack me and brought me this little brat to deal with. All you’ve done since the beginning is inconvenience me and for what? Money? You think I have any use for that crap? From where I’m standing, you’re just a big joke. And this little meeting is over. Now tell me where to find the humans and maybe I’ll overlook your huge mistake.” Damien replied simply as he went to move his hands down, a dark red aura forming once more on the ends of his fingers before he proceeding to start lowering his fingers down towards the young creature. If he’d known this had just been a huge waste of time, he wouldn’t had even bothered getting involved in this whole mess. But in an instant before he could even lay a finger on the girl, he felt a burning sensation as he was blasted back into a stone wall, his figure buried slightly within the building.
With a roll of his wrist and an audible cracking, Alexander began to walk towards the man he had just blasted, seeming to smirk a bit as he watched his work with some pride. “We could’ve just made this easy and both made quite a profit as well. But I suppose this will have to do then. Not that I mind really. All I personally need is your blood. Saving one of your arms shouldn’t be too hard, I think.” he said as he went to look down at the young girl who tried to wiggle out of her binds. “Ah, I almost forgot about the little snack. It’s a shame you didn’t just drain her when you had the chance. I suppose I’ll be enjoying it though.” he said as he began to loom over the girl’s body.
But as soon as he lurched over, the side of his head was met with a rather harsh pain as a dark energy blast met with his temple, hurling his form quite a good distance away. Damien still remained in the wall, though with an arm pulled out and stretched out towards the foe he had the displeasure of meeting. Slowly, he began to pull himself free from the wall with relative ease, though he still looked fairly disgruntled. “I’m definitely not drunk enough for this.” he growled a bit before he narrowed his gaze and went to start walking towards his foe. Looking down at his top, he could see a rather large rip in the fabric. “And that was my good shirt too. Dammit.” he growled lower as both of his hands began to take on the sinister aura from before, extending his fingers as bit in preparation to tear apart his foe.
“That hit was a fluke! Nothing more!” Alexander explained frantically as he rose up, though seeming unsure of to who, while rubbing his bruised cheek with the back of his hand before going to look towards Damien. He seemed to be quite angry, but not enough to send him over the deep end yet. Though the annoyance would quickly turn to surprise as Damien rushed forward at him, not quite prepared yet as he went to lift his hands, shooting a torrent of dark energy once more from his hands at the foe.
“That’s it?” Damien taunted with a light laugh as he went to sidestep the beam without much effort, quickly closing the gap between the two. Watching as Alexander tried his best to stop the beam and adjust himself, Damien lunged forward before he could fire again and quickly lashed out at his foe, slashing upward along the man’s chest with enough force to shoot him into the air. Reeling his arms back for only a moment, Damien then shot hands forward to bury each of his fingers within the man’s chest, grinning wickedly for a moment before twisting them and slashing them outward in the shape of an upside down V, blood torrenting out of the large slash wounds. It was hard, but Damien managed to hold back some laughs as he watched the man’s broken body fall to the ground, standing over him with an amused grin as his eyes showed a slight glint. “You’re pathetic. I thought you might be a challenge, but all you’ve got is raw power. What use is that if you can’t take a hit?” he said as he hovered a hand up, seeming to take aim.
“W-Wait!” the host splattered blood onto himself as he spoke, looking up in Damien with great fear as he moved his hands up in surrender. “Think about it! Money! Food! Respect! You’ll even help usher our kind into the natural order of the world! We’ll be closer to society and you’ll be the one resp-” he was cut off as Damien sunk his claws deep into the man’s chest, their faces close to each other for a moment. “You talk too much.” The last words he would hear before he felt a large jolt of pain followed by nothing but blackness as his heart was crushed. All he had worked for would be useless now.
Sliding his fingers from the man’s chest, Damien went to shake the bad blood off his hand lightly before he began to dig through Alexander’s belongings in search of something specific. His curiosity seemed to get him something though as he noticed a journal sticking out from the man’s coat, thankfully not soaked with the blood that was beginning to accumulate around the corpse of what ill informed humans may had considered a fearful creature. Taking the journal, he flipped through the pages a bit before going to smirk a bit as he got exactly what he wanted. Lifting his free hand up, he made sure to remove whatever evidence still remained of the man, blasting his corpse repeatedly with energy blasts until nothing notable remained. Tucking the journal into what little remained of his nice coat, Damien seemed ready to go before he remembered something and glanced over at the girl who had fearfully remained silent the whole time. Reaching over to grab his sword from the ground and slowly turn around to face her, he made his way over as he watched the girl and pondered his options before going to slowly lower his hand down. Watching her shake and shiver in fear, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of pity for the weakling. She wouldn’t even know why any of this had to happen. . .
With two rather quick snaps, it was done. Turning around, Damien seemed ready to walk away as he slid his hands comfortably into his pockets, taking slow steps. He heard a slight shuffling behind him but didn’t seem to take much note of it. At least not yet. “Y-You saved me from the monster. . . Are you a good guy? And w-what happens to me? I saw you two!” a young voice questioned as he came to a stop, glancing over his shoulder back at her with a raised brow. She’d risen up after he cut the ropes, but he didn’t think she’d have the nerve to actually talk to him after what had just occurred. Then again, maybe kids were just that stupid nowadays. “Nobody is going to believe what some dumb kid saw so I have no reason to bother wasting my time with you. And as for being a good guy. . .” he paused for a moment, seeming to actually have to take a moment to think that one over. “Nah. I’m just a scarier monster.” he finally answered a bit playfully, sticking his tongue out teasingly before going to continue on his way albeit a bit faster now. He had quite a bit of news to report now. . . Which unfortunately would mean more work for him probably.
And so here he stood now in the wastelands, trekking through the barren landscape with not a bar for at least a good few hours away if he walked. Though what was nearby however was the rather sizable metal building that Damien could see now just a couple hundred yards away. Supposedly, this was where the man was supposed to meet his employers and deliver their gifts to them. Damien would have to make sure not to let any of them leave, alive or otherwise. The very thought brought a small smile to his lips as he thought about a simpler time.
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OOC Note: Sorry if it's in bad quality, I wrote a bit of it while I was really tired.
For the most part, Damien had been enjoying himself in a nice west city bar with his good human “friends”, trying to get as wasted as he could before he’d pass out and wake up the next morning in some place fun, probably without his wallet to keep him company. But instead of the usual boring Saturday night, someone decided to make themselves known to the bar. Slumping forward a bit as he heard the door swing open for a good bit of time, Damien had just started getting snuggled up on the counter of the bar with a few shots of rum idly sitting by his fingers and having a pretty good time, evident by the eight or so glasses that sat by his other arm instead. He felt so good that he didn’t even plan on starting any fights tonight, preferring to just get wasted and keep to himself for now. But plans often fall apart and soon enough he jadedly watched as a hand reached over his shoulder, grabbing one of the shot glasses from his reach and lifting it up over his figure. Someone must had been feeling pretty damn cheeky to be stealing his drinks, but still Damien didn’t exactly feel like getting into some trouble yet. So simply, he just kicked a foot hard enough against the bar to spin him in his chair twice over before he came to a slow stop in the opposite direction, looking up in a bit of a drunken fashion at the man who decided to start pushing his way into the vampire’s good night. And low and behold, it seemed to be some punk that stood there in front of him, sniffing the glass a bit before looking down at the swordsman.
The strange man seemed to be a bit of a jerk from his appearance, though that may had been Damien’s mind telling him that he wanted that drink the guy was holding. He had a pretty thin build and while it was difficult to tell from how Damien sat, he could guess that the man would stand only a few moments under the swordsman himself. He had pitch black hair, hair that Damien somewhat envied as he felt his own slightly grayed streaks, that were fashioned in punk rocker sort of look with an overgrown left side and a shaven right. His left eyebrow held a silver stud piercing on the very edge of it and his lip had a similar silver hoop going through it. His eyes seemed to be sunken and dark, but at this point Damien could had believed it was just makeup. His get up made it clear he was going for some sort of urban rebel look. A sleeveless black denim vest was clinging tightly to his figure with a dark red t-shirt underneath. His black jeans seemed slim and practically clung to the man’s legs without giving much wiggle room, save for the few tears and holes along the fabric. Looking down, Damien saw a pair of steel toed boots resting only a bit away from his own nice dress shoes. The guy generally gave off that “screw the establishment” kind of vibe, but it’s not like Damien could really judge. But there was something else about the man that set off Damien’s senses. They both very well knew what the other was, but it didn’t seem like either was willing to say it right now.
“Hey. That’s mine you know.” Damien finally spoke up, leaning back a bit more in his seat as he seemed to smirk a bit despite the situation. As if not even hearing the words, the rocker seemed to turn the drink around in his sight as if he was searching diligently for something in the small shot glass, but somehow couldn’t find whatever was important about it. Once more, he sniffed the drink a bit before he seemed a bit repulsed by the liquid, looking down at Damien with a seemingly peaked curiosity and a raised brow before going to pour out his drink onto the floor without a moment’s hesitation. As Damien watched the liquid fall, he couldn’t help but get a bit annoyed by the ordeal as he moved a hand up to rub his temples lightly before he shook his head. “Alright. I get it. You’re probably touched in the head and don’t know how the world works. You see, when someone says that you have their drink, you’re supposed to return it and not do exactly what you just did. That is how you make people mad. I’d offer to give you an example, but it seems like you’re here to just start trouble and not enjoy a bit of poison, eh?” he spoke with a slight bit of venom laced in his words, moving a hand back to grab another one of the shots before downing it.
Though just as soon as the liquid slid down Damien’s throat, he couldn’t ignore the ugly mug that had just moved only a few inches from his own face, watching his with an interested gaze. “Listen. If you want a kiss, I’m the wrong guy. So how about you back up, eh?” the vampire moved a hand to push the punk back a bit, moving his newfound acquaintance a few steps back, though seeming to still get that same gaze from the weirdo. With the two watching each other, it seemed like there was something that Damien must had been missing here, but it wasn’t like he was getting very many hints from the guy before him. “Okay, I’ll bite. What the hell are you doing here and why won’t you leave me alone already?” Damien finally questioned as he sipped another of his shots lightly, waiting to hear how the man was some friend of a bar thug that had gotten beaten up or something along those lines. It was a pretty common story for the vampire to hear. Instead though, the man only lifted his hand up and pointed at the drink.
“Why are you drinking those?” the stranger finally spoke in a deep voice that seemed to betray his young look. The question had came as an admitted surprise to Damien, though he simply gave a slight smirk in response as he quickly downed it. Holding the glass in his hand for a bit, he looked up at the man before going to lean up a bit so he could balance it on the guy’s head, only for the stranger to tilt his head and have the glass slide right off and shatter onto the floor in an instant. “Why are you drinking those?” the punk repeated once more with a snarl, appearing to had gotten quite angered from the lack of a real answer. Damien, on the other hand, was seeming to enjoy himself a bit as he watched the man get riled up so easily. It was a hobby of his from time to time to start trouble with strangers for a bit now and then, but even now he couldn’t help but find satisfaction in watching as he got a rise out of the man. Even now he didn’t speak, instead reaching over for another drink to quench the ever growing thirst he had while watching the stranger.
In an instant, the man’s palm seemed to press against Damien’s throat as he felt a pair of claws digging into the sides of his neck, squeezing it a bit. Damien figured it before, but now he could at least confirm it. The man who’d decide to ruin his otherwise good night was another creature of the night similar to him. Lifting a hand up, Damien lightly gripped the man’s wrist and narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, though his smirk didn’t seem to fade even as his life was so obviously threatened. “I won’t ask again. Why are you drinking those?” the stranger growled as he began pressing on the Damien’s throat, baring his fangs out for the man to see. Moving his other hand back, Damien went slowly grab the last shot he had and swish it around in it’s glass a bit before he began to squeeze hard with the other hand on the freak’s wrist in return, an audible cracking heard in the air that seemed to draw the attention of all. The man should’ve known just where he stood in terms of power. With a slight glint in his eye and a thumb now pressing into the man’s wrist, the two began to switch places as Damien rose to his feet while forcing the man onto his knees instead, staring down with a rather unamused expression. Leaning down a bit to watch the man’s struggling face, Damien gave a smirk before moving his lips to rest just an inch away from the stranger’s ear. “Because if I didn’t. . .” he whispered ever so lightly, but enough to get his point across. “I’d really be a lot more angry than I am now.” he finished before quickly slamming a knee forward, shooting the man straight through the front door without exerting too much effort. Reaching into his coat, he grabbed a few large zeni coins before setting it down on the bar counter and heading out after the punk.
Stepping out into the cold night, Damien had a chance to glance up at the beautiful moon sky, seeming fairly pleased by the sight as he looked longingly towards something invisible before he glanced down to see the man from before stumbling away along the sidewalk, shoving people out of his way as he began to break out into a run. “Oh come on guy. You can’t really expect to outrun me, right?” Damien called out through cupped hands before shaking his head slightly at the lack of response, stepping into an alley before taking a large leap onto the rooftop of the next building over, seeming to enjoy himself a bit as he jumped from one roof to the other after his prey. His vision admittedly was a bit hazy from all the drinks he had, but even still Damien managed to keep focus on his query as he was forced to chase for around a good mile, searching for the opening he so desperately needed. Watching as the stranger finally turned a corner into an alleyway, a smirk rose on the swordsman’s face before he leapt forward to stand above him. As he’d hoped, the man began shuffling down the alleyway and secluded himself, at least enough for Damien to get his work done. Moving a bit ahead of his target and keeping a bit of timing, Damien stretched out his right hand a bit before a red aura began to form around the ends of his fingers. “Enough playing!” the swordsman finally called out before leaping off the roof, aiming his body at the stranger’s as he fell before going to bring his claws down horizontally through the man’s body, rending his flesh with ease as his aura seemed to cut like knives through the bloodsucker’s flesh. The aura seemed to last in the air that marked the trail of where he cut for a few seconds before quickly vanishing. Blood ran down Damien’s fingers now as he landed ever so lightly on his feet, crouched for a few moments before standing up as he looked at the man’s still form. Watching the man, Damien seemed to smirk as the pain from the strike had seemed to frozen his foe in place. “Even for a vampire, you’re pathetically weak. The fact you couldn’t tell the difference between you and myself only shows you didn’t have what it take to live.” he moved a hand up, going to press a finger on the man’s forehead to knock him over before going to kneel over his waist and hold his claws threateningly over the freak in an intimidating fashion.
“How about we just knock the first question out of the way? What kind of stupid are you to think you could seriously pick a fight with me?” Damien moved the claws a bit lower, pressing down into the punk’s chest a bit as he waited for his answer. But strangely enough, the kid didn’t seem willing to speak for whatever reason. Maybe the executioner had used too much force in his initial strike, but the kid was still somewhat alive which meant he should’ve been able to form some comprehensive sentence. Damien was beginning to grow impatient as time went on and he really didn’t want to stay here all night with some idiot that had thought himself all high and mighty. Only then did something in the air catch the man’s attention, making him take in a few sniffs before narrowing his gaze as he looked to his right deeper into the alleyway. From the darkness emerged a figure clad in midnight black suit with black tie. Black gloves were worn on each hand along with black dress shoes on each foot. His hair was a dark black and he wore a pair of sunglasses with, you guessed it, black lenses that hid his eyes. The man looked like he was a professional syndicate member or something, but there was something else that would easily catch anyone’s attention. The man had strength and Damien could pick it up off two things. The man had a certain aroma on him which seemed to say that he could crush most humans between his fingers with ease. He also had another, more sinister aroma. He carried a few different scents of blood and as Damien focused, he could tell see a dark liquid dripping from both his lips as well as running down each of the leather covered fingers. He must have had quite a fill tonight.
“Now now. I believe that is quite enough, don’t you?” the newcomer spoke in a rather formal voice, not completely emotionless but not quite enthusiastic enough to make him sound like he was actually interested in the turn of events. Almost like he knew everything would happen as it did. “You did well, mutt.” the man’s eyes trailed lower to the punk that Damien had pinned to the ground right now. “But I thought I specifically instructed you not to be caught. A hound that cannot follow orders is no use to me.” he harshly explained before lifting his hand up. Damien quickly widened his eyes as he realized what was about to happen before throwing himself back just as a torrent of dark energy rushed past him, completely wiping out any trace of the punk that Damien had been tracking this whole time. Damien seemed admittedly a bit shocked, but the expression didn’t stay as he soon returned his gaze to the professional once more, realizing there was something else going on instead of what he originally thought. “Ah. Sorry. The sight of lingering trash just infuriates me. Now hurry along. Time is money.” he continued speaking as a dark glimmer could be seen in his eye momentarily before he turned his back to Damien and began to proceed back into the shadows. The swordsman glanced between the scorch marks that lingered where Damien’s prey had once been and the shadows before getting up to his feet and following after, digging his nails slightly into his palms as he knew he wasn’t going to like where this was going.
Sometimes he hated when he was right. Just as soon as he turned the corner of the alleyway, he was greeted by the sight of the same man sitting at a shoddy looking table, probably quickly improvised from nearby, with a napkin tucked into the front neck of his shirt. The man seemed to still be hungry despite the heavy aroma that Damien already picked up earlier, but that wasn’t what startled him about the whole situation. Lowering his crimson gaze slowly, Damien’s eyes rested upon what appeared to be a young child, probably just in her middle school days. With her arms and legs bind and a piece of tape covering over her mouth, it was fairly clear just what was planned to happen here. The girl had just happened to stumble on the wrong place it seemed. Maybe she was coming home from a friend’s house or maybe she just didn’t realize how dangerous a big city like this one could be for someone so weak. Damien looked back up at the man, not seeming very amused by what was occurring, though he was only granted a wave of a hand that told him to sit parallel to his host. Moving over slowly, the swordsman pulled back his shoddy fold out chair before going to quickly throw his form back into it, a loud clank produced as soon as Damien’s back met the chair. With a slightly raised brow, the man gestured the hand again before Damien gave a roll of his eyes and reached behind him, slowly pulling his folded up sword from his back before setting it on the table for all to see. The girl seemed to squirm at the sight of it, probably thinking it was meant for her, but the other two knew that it probably wouldn’t taste any blood tonight. “There. Now that all of that is settled, we can finally begin.” the man in suit began to explain. “My name is Alexander Hamilton. As you probably know by now, I am a creature of the night. It is regrettable I couldn’t approach you myself and explain my proposition, but I am able to blend into society unlike quite a bit of my. . . Of our kind. It seemed like getting a proxy would be my only way to contact you, though it wasn’t exactly hard to track you down after some time. You seem to have a strange thirst for mortal delights, hrm?” he smirked a bit as if he thought he had somehow gotten the upper hand.
“You know, there’s something about your face. I don’t really know what it is. . . But every time you talk, I kinda wanna break it.” Damien replied with a slight smirk as he went to feel on his chest a few times before locating his trust flask, lifting it up a bit out of his coat pocket before popping the top with his right thumb and bringing it up, pouring what little liquid remained in it into his mouth before he seemed to grow disappointed and quickly returned the flask to its proper place. “And I’m even out of. . .” he looked down at the girl and narrowed his eyes a bit. “Happy juice. . .” he carefully spoke with some bit of restraint before looking back up at his host once more. “So that means you should probably hurry up and explain why I’m here before I get a bit angry and try tearing out your throat instead.” he crossed his arms as he leaned back in his chair a bit.
“If you find yourself with a bit of thirst, there is a fresh meal right on the table. I got it specifically for you afterall. And we can always just go hunt more if you find yourself still needing more.” he moved a hand to gesture to the terrified girl once more. “As for my face, I strongly advise trying to break it until we at the very least discuss the business I have for you. You see, I come here as a representative for a small group of very wealthy men. They have something that we only know you possess. Of course, we refer to your-”
“Charm and great looks? Sorry. I don’t plan on selling this face anytime soon and I don’t give lessons on how to pick up women.” Damien interjected before the final words could be spoken, clearly not buying the pitch yet as he looked at the man before him with a bit of disgust, his hand reaching forward to grab the brat off the table and lift her up a bit before setting her down beside him on the concrete floor, tired of having to look at her when he looks at the freak before him. “I’m starting to get bored.”
“Yes well. . .” he cleared his throat a bit before going to look down at the child. “Firstly, you shouldn’t play with your food. Second, what we want is your blood. My clients are humans who wish to become creatures of darkness much like ourselves. Unfortunately for them, they want blood that is both powerful and also allows them to keep their more. . . Human characteristics.” he gritted his teeth a bit as he refers to his own blue skin that would more than likely make people stand out a bit more than most people would. “If you comply, you’ll receive quite a bit of financial compensation in return for your generous contribution as well as unlimited people to feed on with ease. You won’t even have to lift a finger t-”
“Not interested. In addition to the fact you broke one of the most sacred rules the vampires are supposed to uphold. . . The us being a secret thing, you decided to have someone attack me and brought me this little brat to deal with. All you’ve done since the beginning is inconvenience me and for what? Money? You think I have any use for that crap? From where I’m standing, you’re just a big joke. And this little meeting is over. Now tell me where to find the humans and maybe I’ll overlook your huge mistake.” Damien replied simply as he went to move his hands down, a dark red aura forming once more on the ends of his fingers before he proceeding to start lowering his fingers down towards the young creature. If he’d known this had just been a huge waste of time, he wouldn’t had even bothered getting involved in this whole mess. But in an instant before he could even lay a finger on the girl, he felt a burning sensation as he was blasted back into a stone wall, his figure buried slightly within the building.
With a roll of his wrist and an audible cracking, Alexander began to walk towards the man he had just blasted, seeming to smirk a bit as he watched his work with some pride. “We could’ve just made this easy and both made quite a profit as well. But I suppose this will have to do then. Not that I mind really. All I personally need is your blood. Saving one of your arms shouldn’t be too hard, I think.” he said as he went to look down at the young girl who tried to wiggle out of her binds. “Ah, I almost forgot about the little snack. It’s a shame you didn’t just drain her when you had the chance. I suppose I’ll be enjoying it though.” he said as he began to loom over the girl’s body.
But as soon as he lurched over, the side of his head was met with a rather harsh pain as a dark energy blast met with his temple, hurling his form quite a good distance away. Damien still remained in the wall, though with an arm pulled out and stretched out towards the foe he had the displeasure of meeting. Slowly, he began to pull himself free from the wall with relative ease, though he still looked fairly disgruntled. “I’m definitely not drunk enough for this.” he growled a bit before he narrowed his gaze and went to start walking towards his foe. Looking down at his top, he could see a rather large rip in the fabric. “And that was my good shirt too. Dammit.” he growled lower as both of his hands began to take on the sinister aura from before, extending his fingers as bit in preparation to tear apart his foe.
“That hit was a fluke! Nothing more!” Alexander explained frantically as he rose up, though seeming unsure of to who, while rubbing his bruised cheek with the back of his hand before going to look towards Damien. He seemed to be quite angry, but not enough to send him over the deep end yet. Though the annoyance would quickly turn to surprise as Damien rushed forward at him, not quite prepared yet as he went to lift his hands, shooting a torrent of dark energy once more from his hands at the foe.
“That’s it?” Damien taunted with a light laugh as he went to sidestep the beam without much effort, quickly closing the gap between the two. Watching as Alexander tried his best to stop the beam and adjust himself, Damien lunged forward before he could fire again and quickly lashed out at his foe, slashing upward along the man’s chest with enough force to shoot him into the air. Reeling his arms back for only a moment, Damien then shot hands forward to bury each of his fingers within the man’s chest, grinning wickedly for a moment before twisting them and slashing them outward in the shape of an upside down V, blood torrenting out of the large slash wounds. It was hard, but Damien managed to hold back some laughs as he watched the man’s broken body fall to the ground, standing over him with an amused grin as his eyes showed a slight glint. “You’re pathetic. I thought you might be a challenge, but all you’ve got is raw power. What use is that if you can’t take a hit?” he said as he hovered a hand up, seeming to take aim.
“W-Wait!” the host splattered blood onto himself as he spoke, looking up in Damien with great fear as he moved his hands up in surrender. “Think about it! Money! Food! Respect! You’ll even help usher our kind into the natural order of the world! We’ll be closer to society and you’ll be the one resp-” he was cut off as Damien sunk his claws deep into the man’s chest, their faces close to each other for a moment. “You talk too much.” The last words he would hear before he felt a large jolt of pain followed by nothing but blackness as his heart was crushed. All he had worked for would be useless now.
Sliding his fingers from the man’s chest, Damien went to shake the bad blood off his hand lightly before he began to dig through Alexander’s belongings in search of something specific. His curiosity seemed to get him something though as he noticed a journal sticking out from the man’s coat, thankfully not soaked with the blood that was beginning to accumulate around the corpse of what ill informed humans may had considered a fearful creature. Taking the journal, he flipped through the pages a bit before going to smirk a bit as he got exactly what he wanted. Lifting his free hand up, he made sure to remove whatever evidence still remained of the man, blasting his corpse repeatedly with energy blasts until nothing notable remained. Tucking the journal into what little remained of his nice coat, Damien seemed ready to go before he remembered something and glanced over at the girl who had fearfully remained silent the whole time. Reaching over to grab his sword from the ground and slowly turn around to face her, he made his way over as he watched the girl and pondered his options before going to slowly lower his hand down. Watching her shake and shiver in fear, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of pity for the weakling. She wouldn’t even know why any of this had to happen. . .
With two rather quick snaps, it was done. Turning around, Damien seemed ready to walk away as he slid his hands comfortably into his pockets, taking slow steps. He heard a slight shuffling behind him but didn’t seem to take much note of it. At least not yet. “Y-You saved me from the monster. . . Are you a good guy? And w-what happens to me? I saw you two!” a young voice questioned as he came to a stop, glancing over his shoulder back at her with a raised brow. She’d risen up after he cut the ropes, but he didn’t think she’d have the nerve to actually talk to him after what had just occurred. Then again, maybe kids were just that stupid nowadays. “Nobody is going to believe what some dumb kid saw so I have no reason to bother wasting my time with you. And as for being a good guy. . .” he paused for a moment, seeming to actually have to take a moment to think that one over. “Nah. I’m just a scarier monster.” he finally answered a bit playfully, sticking his tongue out teasingly before going to continue on his way albeit a bit faster now. He had quite a bit of news to report now. . . Which unfortunately would mean more work for him probably.
And so here he stood now in the wastelands, trekking through the barren landscape with not a bar for at least a good few hours away if he walked. Though what was nearby however was the rather sizable metal building that Damien could see now just a couple hundred yards away. Supposedly, this was where the man was supposed to meet his employers and deliver their gifts to them. Damien would have to make sure not to let any of them leave, alive or otherwise. The very thought brought a small smile to his lips as he thought about a simpler time.
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Wearing Heavy Weights
OOC Note: Sorry if it's in bad quality, I wrote a bit of it while I was really tired.