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| Rockfall | Mon Oct 11, 2010 10:52 pm Post #1 |
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PAGE I by Lili Nash 2050s. Young vampire groups are scattered around the city of Paris like a plague, killing everything they want, dancing to to the deep beat and drowning in fountains of blood. Demons have almost nothing to do here, in this city overrun by bloodsuckers. And Nash had no urge to be here either. But for one or another reason, he was here already, standing atop of the "Tour D'Eifel" that was now the most improbable place to meet anyone except for a bloodsucker. And Nash was right, there were many leeches around here, he could feel their strong energy, he could hear the screams and laughs of a vampire bar not so far from here. "How did I ended up here anyway?..." he thought, lighting up a cigarette with his tail tip. by Ket "Miki, heh... get off..." Seyne tried weakly to detach his arm from his friend's grip, but the younger one wasn't letting go and Mikhail ended up being dragged with Seyne towards the doors. When they got there, Seyne practically threw the young symph out onto the street. "Idiot." he snapped, though smiling. He slumped against the wall by the bar's doors, relieved to get out of the hot, noisy crush inside, and took another mouthful of vodka. Mikhail sat up awkwardly, he on the other hand not liking the cold night air out here. After two attempts to stand up ended in failure, he sighed moodily and lay down on the edge of the cobbled street. "Fall asleep and I'll kill ya. I'm not carrying you again." Seyne muttered. "Idiot. How much have you had?" No reply. His bottle was empty; he tossed it aside, not caring when it smashed on the pavement. He pushed himself off the wall and crouched beside Mikhail, regarding the younger one's peaceful face with irritation. Seyne prodded him in the ribs. "Miki. Miki. Oh for..." He sighed and stood up, walking to the doors. "Keza!" A girl with long, chocolate-coloured hair turned and weaved her way through the crowd to him. "What's up?" "I need a favour." he said quickly, with an apologetic smile. She narrowed her eyes, looking sceptical. "Uh huh. Be specific." "Could you, ah... could you take Miki home, or... find somewhere for him to stay?" "Seyne..." "Please?" He did his best at puppy eyes. "Why can't you?" "Pleeease...?" She gave him a long look, then sighed, shaking her head in defeat. "You owe me." "Thanks Kez." he gave her a quick hug. "Love ya." "Get out of here." It must have been about 2AM when Seyne found himself sitting almost at the foot of the Eiffel Tower, watching the lights glitter on the black waters of the Seine. He wasn't entirely sure how he'd even ended up there, entirely alone it seemed. It was freezing too. He spread his white wings, wrapping them around himself as tightly as he could for warmth. by Lili Nash got cold and warmed his wings a bit with fire. It was as easy as it was stupid. Vampires didn't like demons trespassing and vice verse and him playing with fire like that could get him in trouble... But he liked trouble, so why the hell not have a descent fight with someone?... Though that was almost out of the question on a night like this. The cold air was making him use up his energy fast and he didn't like it one bit... Then he noticed a vampire below. Alone. THAT was weird. Paris wasn't a city where you could walk around alone anymore. Though Nash was doing just that. And that amused him. Nash silently flew up, and landed in a dark alley as soundly as possible. - BOO! - he shouted, bursting into flames and jumping just in front of the vampire. by Ket "Holy mother of-! What the Hell do you think you're doing?!" he shouted down at the demon, clinging to the iron structure about ten feet from the ground. A couple of snowy feathers drifted lazily to the ground. He glared daggers at the fiery creature, though his anger was really just a concealment for his embarrassment at being surprised like that. He dropped to the ground, landing in a cat-like crouch then straightening up. Small dents were left in the metal of the tower where his hands had clung to it. "A demon?" This one seemed to be alone too, but he was wary even so. This one didn't have the air of a youngster. He spread his wings a bit, ready to fight if it was called for. "What's a demon doing in Paris? In case you didn't know, this city is vampire turf." Years surrounded by his own kind had given him something of a superiority complex when it came to the other races, made him arrogant and brazen. by Lili Nash laughed tears when he saw the vampire flying off and trying to compensate his fear with brave words. - Ah, don't fuss over me, vampire... I'm here alone, aren't I? And I'm a demon in a city full of you bloodsuckers, so even if I'd fight you and kill you, at the best I'd get out of here missing my head... Nash smiled playfully at the vampire. - And as for your question... Hell, I don't know why I went here. I guess I'm an adrenaline junkie and I'm slowly losing my mind with all those elders around prancing like idiots and always doing the same thing... Boredom, that's what led me to this place. It seems that every f'ing demon can make anything monotonic and boring... While speaking Nash made a few funny faces not feeling it himself, as this was a very deeply rooted habit. - Anyways, why I landed here was... I had a quick question. Why the hell in a city full of vampires, a vampire is sitting ALONE, FREEZING and watching the water flow? Shouldn't you be somewhere hunting or drinking blood or at least alcohol with other VamParis? VamParis.... That was a whole new term for a specific large group of vampires residing in Paris that changed the city of love into the city of death and pleasure. Nash didn't like it, as most demons, but something in it still sounded exquisite, making you want to be a vampire and experience what the VamParis do. by Ket A real freak he'd run into here by the sounds of it. This guy was crazy to even come here; even if he didn't do anything to Seyne, it was just as likely he'd be hunted down anyway. He didn't feel so strongly about demons either way, but he knew plenty vampires that would kill them on sight. "I don't see any reason to justify myself to a demon," He said disdainfully. "But since you ask, I've been drinking since dusk, and unlike some I like to stop before I end up vomiting all over the street." His expression soured momentarily as his mind flicked to Miki and his lack of control where that was concerned. He would need to hunt soon. Not particularly out of necessity, more to dispel the oncoming hangover. He wondered what demon blood was like. by Lili Nash smiled. Not because it was funny to find a drinking vampire. Not because he sensed that this particular one sent strange vibes down his back. He smiled out of this young vampires stupidity. Nash may have looked like someone that would rather step away from a fight, but the bloodier it got, the more it pleased him. - Well, I'm sorry for not scenting vodka from miles away. - Nash spread his hands in an inviting manner. His smile got even more wicked. - But it's good that you know when to stop. It means that at least something they taught you at the clans still tingles in your head... Since the clans were destroyed it's difficult to find a well-mannered leech. It reminded him of the time he met that half-breed. They fought till they clawed each others eyes out and then sat laughing at each other. When he left Nash felt some kind of a hole inside him. Maybe that's why he came here. Maybe that's why he was clearly picking a fight with this vampire. by Ket He snarled at the insult, wings spreading in an instinctive threat. Yes, he realised it was deliberate provocation, he just didn't care. He didn't take insults lightly, not from anyone he thought he could beat anyway. What was this demon playing at if he knew it was suicide to fight? If he expected Seyne to be a toy to relieve that maddening boredom of his, he could think again. "You're heading down the right path if you wanna die, fruitcake." Seyne said acidly, fingers closing around the switchblade in his jeans pocket. He wished he had something that would be a bit more effectual on him, but wasn't too bothered. It might actually be satisfying to murder this irritation with his own strength. Caution was rapidly slipping away from him as foolhardy outrage took over, but he was still, waiting for the demon's next move to determine his own. by Lili Nash felt the irritation in the vampires voice and it pleased him. He almost wanted the vampire to try and rip his wings off. Nash waited a bit, stretching his wings and cracking his neck from side to side. - Dying in a fight is the best kind of death for me... But I ain't gonna die here. Nash took a swift step towards the vampire and started circling him. He grabbed a hunting knife from his pocket, though he had a gun on the inside of his jacket. "Let's see what you can do, vampy." - Well, let's dance, butterfly! by Ket Seyne leapt back from the circling demon, flapping his great wings once to get airborne. He didn't want to be at close quarters with this one until he knew just what he was up against. He wary for that fire magic he'd seen when the demon had first appeared to him. "What are you playing at, demon?" he muttered, more to himself. He gripped his blade, and hovered for a moment. Then he folded his wings and swooped close past the demon, hurling the small knife at his chest. What did it matter if he lost it? His teeth and nails would be more use than that in close combat. He was a good aim anyway. He span round in the air to see if it had struck. by Lili The vampire was quick, as expected, but Nash didn't bother to fly up to the sky. The intended cut on his chest was smothered into nothingness as Nash moved aside. He stood there still, watching the vampire soar into the sky again small white feathers falling to the ground as he flapped his wings hard to fly up - Hey! Come down, pigeon! - Nash shouted - Don't be a coward!" his smile got wider as his leg muscles screamed from tension. He was about to jump up if the vampire would refuse to go down. He was waiting for a fistfight. He was ready to smother the vampires wings into pieces if it meant he could claw at someone on the ground. by Ket No good. It didn't even seem to touch him and knife was just... gone. The alarm bells had started in his head but were forgotten as the demon shouted out more insults. He was angry again, but this time covered it with a smirk. Time for a new approach. "You think this is cowardice?" He called back. He dropped to the ground then, a few metres from the demon. Smoky darkness was snaking in ribbons over his hands. "Then what about this?" His hands suddenly clenched and that darkness instantly spread up his arms and over his whole body in a thin veil; and he vanished into shadow. It was actually a thrill to be using this power again. He sped over the grass, confident in his invisibility. He crept behind the demon, and, with nails grown long and razor-sharp for battle, made a lunge for the back of the demon's neck. In my experience, the brave are the first to die! by Lili Nash was so happy that the boy came down to the ground he almost leaped in joy. The tension in his muscles was almost unbearable, but when the vampire started using his powers, Nash's eyes fired up. "So much for your power..." Nash said, letting the vail of darkness fully surround him. He closed his eyes firmly and let himself drown in his hearing. As the vampire swooped onto his back he uncovered himself. Nash quickly turned around and with firing his hands, grabbed the vampires' and smashed him onto the ground, sending a ball of fire millimetres from the guy so as he hit the ground he got fired at. But the fight didn't go as well as he wanted it to. The long nails still scratched on his neck and a bit on his chest and the wound on the neck hurt like hell. - Not bad, pigeon!~ - Nash said, spreading his wings and getting ready for another attack. by Ket Seyne staggered to his feet as quickly as he could, moving back out of the demon's reach. His shoulder and most of his arm had been burned red by the flame. His skin felt as though it were on fire still, but he gritted his teeth against the pain and straightened up, spine cracking as he did so. He smiled a small smile of satisfaction as he glimpsed the demon's bloodied neck and hoped it hurt, that smile growing as the blood's scent diffused into the air. It was rich, almost spice-like, and it spurred him on. Nevertheless he stayed rational and took a moment to work out his next move, knowing a head on attack would likely be fatal. This time not so confident as to whether this would work or not, he sent another ribbon of darkness to coil around his opponent and sped at him. His good hand spread to tear at a wing, but that was intended only as a painful distraction for the demon as Seyne's fangs went for his throat. by Lili Nash jumped away, trying to save his wing, but underestimated the vampire. "Darn..." he though when the vampires fangs went through his neck. Nash shouted in pain as the vampire clenched to him, making them both fall down. The pain was making Nash's mind a bit fluffy, he desperately tried to get the vampire off, but the fangs twisted and moved with Nash's every attempt making him moan and growl in pain. - Get... The f**k... OFF! - Nash shouted, his eyes firing up again, his hands burning. The demon clenched to the vampire's face with his nails deep beneath the vampire's skin, making it burn. by Ket Seyne felt the reverberations of the demon's pained growls through his body, and his teeth sank deeper still, his senses becoming dominated by blood and hunting instinct as the demon writhed underneath him. The pain came as a shock, though he should have expected retaliation; he jerked his head back and swiped blindly at the hands that had burned him, crying out in pain and frustration. Blood began to trickle over his cheeks and jaw where the demon's claws had punctured his skin. He moved back again, more against his will this time as his red-tinted vision was glued to demon's throat and the dark blood that streamed from it. He circled his opponent like a shark, but though bloodlust distracted his mind from pain, his body had begun to tremble from the burns. He folded his own wings close to himself to try to keep them out of harm's way as he watched for weakness in his opponent. by Lili Nash slumped to the ground, panting a bit, then quickly got up to his feet. - Oh, you bastard... - he said, holding his hand to his bleeding neck. Burning the wound up was not a very pleasant thought, as it would then take months to get rid of the scars, but now it was the only way to stop losing more blood. He heated up his arm, grunting and clenching his teeth in pain as the wounds burned. "Sh**... But, chicks dig scars." he thought, smiling to himself a bit. - Ok boy, you got me serious this time... - he started as his eyes and horns lit up with fire, his hands lighting up like incandescent metal. The air around him started to swirl and turn as it heated up, making the view on him blurry. Nash lunged towards the vampire, his hand swinging to hit with full strength right into his ribcage, leaving five burned-in scars and a few broken bones, his other hand then going to his neck, crushing it and burning it with his fist, the hand that struck at the moment would go up and right into the vampires heart, either killing him, or disabling him. At leas that was the plan as he lunged forward, his wings bursting into flames. by Ket He should have seen the warning signs. Hadn't he known from the start that this one was no fledgling? But his confidence, and arrogance, had been boosted by the sight of the demon's torn wing and throat, the taste of its blood. For a few glorious moments he even thought he had the fight won when the demon stumbled, clutching his wound. He was sure the demon had underestimated him, or maybe it was just suicidal. Dangerous assumption. The demon rose, like a phoenix as flame licked over his bronze skin and his horns became torches, eyes glowing like hot coals. Not completely stupid, Seyne backed off a bit, anticipating an attack of fire magic. The demon's hands were like branding irons when they hit him, but not content with searing his flesh, his ribs were smashed and Seyne screamed, or at least he would have, if he wasn't being choked. He clawed blindly and desperately at anything he could make contact with, nails raking over the demon's chest and shoulders as the fire seemed to rise up inside Seyne's body. And suddenly, he was paralysed. Suddenly, all sound was drowned out except for a quick and regular pounding that he knew was a heartbeat. One of the demon's searing fingers had brushed his beating heart and he convulsed, blood spilling from his mouth. He would have fallen then, but his hands clung to the demon with desperate tenacity. Though he was barely conscious of it, his fangs stabbed into the demon's shoulder. He gripped the demon like a limpet grips its rock. Demon... you're dead. The demon had said it himself, right? There was no way he'd leave the city with his head if he finished this fight. But it was a last ditch threat, and a pathetic one. Seyne's muscles tensed, going into that state that transcends exhaustion and pain, survival mode, claws and teeth sinking deeper under the demon's hot skin with the single aim of crushing this bastard with what strength was left to him. His thoughts were breaking up from the agony of broken bones and being starved of oxygen, his eyes wide and blank. It was all he could do lock himself around his opponent like this, his injuries too bad to allow him to fight any more, the both of them already soaked in blood seeping from the gaping wound in his chest. by Lili Nash howled in pain as the vampire bit into his shoulder. The fangs went deeper and deeper, and he felt the blood drowning away into the vampire. He was weak already, the wound on his neck re-opened through the burned skin, also bleeding. The pain and loss of blood made him see colourful circles. He pulled his hand out of the vampires chest, splattering blood around and took him by the hair, pulling it back, trying to make him stop. His thoughts were chaotic, the shadows around them started to move, twisting and turning, smiling at him, laughing, reaching for him from the ground. Nash collapsed, his hands were shaking. - Sh... Sh**... - he let out, his breath getting heavier. - let... go of me... He tried to shake the vampire off, lifting him up from the ground while standing, but then they both fell down again, the vampire falling on him. He saw no other way. - F... fires of the... darkness... - he took a deep breath, everything was getting dark - release me... His body went aflame, though this flame did not burn anything else except him. His body slowly drained, turning into ashes, some of them flowing with the wind. - I'm a phoenix... You bastard... - he managed to say before his skin burned to nothingness, leaving bones, which after a moment disappeared into nothing too. Only ashes were left where he lay, but then got scattered by the wind. After a few minutes of total silence a loud screech of a bird was heard. The dark alley lit up and it came out. As big as a horse, standing on four legs, it's magnificent tail swooshing from side to side. It spread its wings that looked like burning metal, opening it's long beak full long razor sharp teeth, letting out another screech it's eyes fixed on the vampire. Then it turned into a demon. Tall, black-haired demon with two curved horns coming from the sides of his head. - You almost had me! - he said happily, leaning over the vampire. - Let me heal you. He put his hands over the vampires chest and they went aflame, though the flame healed and nourished, regenerating the vampire. - I'm surprised that no other vampire came here to finish me off. - he said as the vampires wounds closed up. A scar was left on Nash's neck where the vampire bit him. - Never thought you guys would leave the city with no guards, no fences... Nothing. There are no defences, no nightwatch... The fact that I stumbled on to you was my choice and if anyone would come to help you it would be by mere coincidence. I don't get it. - he looked the vampire in the eyes, his gaze perfectly calm. by Ket Demon blood trickling into his mouth returned a few ounces of his strength and the tables seemed to turn once again as the demon swore and struggled against his unrelenting grip and weakened under him. When the demon's body was engulfed in flame, Seyne let go of him as though he had been burned himself, stumbling backwards, vision swimming from the vertigo and his wounds. He collapsed onto his side, and before his eyes the demon's body crumbled into fine ash and scattered in the cold breeze. He was dead. Seyne took a deep and painful breath, closing his eyes to the night. It was over, just in time. The feral shriek that split the night air chilled Seyne more than the frosted grass. He hardly dared open his eyes to the blazing creature that stood like a guardian of Hell, albeit much more beautiful. He wondered with odd calmness if that was what it was, and if perhaps it had come to take him there. "Not yet." he sighed, the words barely audible. It was hypnotic really; he couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful spectacle and was far less afraid than he should have been when it bared its golden teeth, fixing him with a predatory stare. He wanted it to come to him. His shaking arm lifted as to reach out to it, but like all visions of beauty in this world, it was disappearing. The blaze was calming and the creature was taking a different form. That bloody demon. Don't you know how to die? he thought bitterly. He dropped his gaze, though he could see the demon coming towards him. Coming to kill him now, no doubt. It was only fair. It seemed the demon would be the one to send him to Hell, nothing so grand as that golden bird. He growled softly when the demon touched him, resenting this nonsensical kindness. It hurt his pride. But he didn't stop him. He preferred a sound body with damaged pride to a useless body with pride intact, it would be stupidity otherwise. Besides, it could be worse. He'd been expecting to die. He sat up, wincing a little as his ribs finished mending, half-listening to the demon's weird conversational rambling. "Guards?" he muttered, glancing at the demon. "We're not running a fortress here." he said tersely, stretching his wings a little. "We only live here. We're not... like a clan. Took us long enough to get away from all that." Seyne sighed heavily; though the pain was gone now, he was exhausted. He stood up a little shakily, wings hanging by his sides. They seemed heavier than usual. "We're relaxed here but we're not blind. I won't be the only that saw that little trick you pulled there." He looked at the demon with a mixture of annoyance and burning curiosity, wondering what the hell his game was. All this, fighting 'til they were both within an inch of death and now it was as though it hadn't happened, save for a couple of scars that would fade in time. And for what? |
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| Rockfall | Mon Oct 11, 2010 10:54 pm Post #2 |
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PAGE II by Lili Nash stood up - Of course you're not a clan... 'ow ztupid of me, no? - he said, mockingly, in a French accent, a playful smile fading back onto his face. - If this was anything of a clan, I wouldn't be here fighting you, I'd be here fighting a bunch of you bloodsuckers. I'm not that stupid. But you... - he said bitterly stretching the last word, referring not only to Seyne, but to every vampire in this city, though his eyes were fixed on the bloodsucker right in front of him, his eyes full of pride that was uncalled for... - Living in this city and not knowing anything that goes on in the world. You think of this place as of a little paradise that is rotting from inside... Sure there is a swarm of you here, but it is meant to fall apart... Especially knowing that SHE will be here soon. - he spat the words right into the vampire. He seemed so small and tiny, looked like a young boy caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. Nash almost pitied him, though he despised him just the same he fascinated him. He was young, brave, full of teenage-like pride and wish for freedom... Ah, the anarchy that flowed through this place. Like venom. Like a drug, inviting and at the same time repulsing. Like this boy here. He was someone that perfectly represented this place. by Ket The demon's words were provoking, again, but this time Seyne had no acid reply at the ready. It wouldn't come, not because of his exhaustion but because even through his arrogance he could hear what seemed like truth in the demon's words. True, that he didn't know of the other vampires that were out there, somewhere. True that the human blood of Paris was draining ever faster every day. When that day come would they turn on each other, massacre the weak of their vampire brothers? Who cares? He would welcome the fight. Who was a mere demon to interfere? He wasn't even meant to be here. He'd be killed soon. "You seem to know an awful lot about us." Looking as unaffected as he could, he glared over at the foreigner. "'She'?" The demon's reference puzzled him, and made him a little apprehensive. After the fight he didn't know what to expect. Chances were he was just trying it on, messing with Seyne's head again as he seemed to enjoy doing. He kicked himself mentally for letting the demon's words affect him, that was just what it wanted. "You're mad already." he said quietly, laughing a little. by Lili Nash spat to the ground - I may be mad, but not as mad as you, people. Fooling around like babies... And I had a share of working with the best of you within the clans, including Her. Everything you did to this city she won't forgive. I just seemed to meed the incarnation of your praised daddy on the way here... Nash didn't finish his thought as felt as some vampires approached this place and knowing he won't be much of a fight, he lunged forward, spreading his wings and flying away, gaining height with every flap of his wings. He hoped he would be out of sight fast enough for those vampires to leave him be. "Well, they were right, this place reeks of failure..." he thought to himself, smiling down at the city bitterly and then he was sent flying down as a chain swirled around his ankle and pulled him. "s**t..." he thought, trying to shake the chain off and try to fly up before he hit the ground. |
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