Broken Down Inside {Akemi}

[~;;Vampires Kiss;;~]

Nathaniel

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The city lights were next to blinding, neon signs advertising ones wildest fantasys, their deepest thoughts and craziest nightmares. People blocked the streets, but I payed them no mind, even as a group of wild college kids made their way past me, screaming and shaking my shoulders, spilling beer and who knows what else on the cement sidewalk. Cars honked as some grew eager to get home, red lights turned green, pretty girls chatted by happily, flipping their hair as they texted and seemed to forget where they were going. Ah, the hussle and bussle of such a large city. Even the vampires were drawn here. Though, tonight, I had no intentions of fighting. I was taking a few nights off to myself, nursing my sword arm where the muscle had been severed clean from the bone. Fuck head. I would kill him, one day, or his girl. One of the two, they wouldnt be around much longer. To rub salt to the wound, I hadn't even reported back to the rest of the Nemphilim my discovery. I supposed I was being bull headed, keeping it to myself. It was now personal. I suppose some would have called me stupid, numbers won wars, but I had to find out more about this guy first. I couldn't even remember his name, despite the fact that the girl had called out to him several times, the stupid bitch using his name. I shrugged off my thoughts, feeling my arm throb a bit as I remembered the searing pain of sharp steel slicing through my arm. Oh, he was going to die, one way or another. And if not him, then I would get the closest thing to him. Perhaps that would be enough to drive him over the edge. Hopefully so, maybe he would be stupid enough to come after me then.

Vampires, they seemed so pig headed like that. You would think for an immortal being, history would teach them a fine lesson, and they would be a bit more mellow, but they were rather offensive. Almost cat like. Scratch it wrong, and you'd end up getting your face sliced apart while it gnawed on your neck. Stupid things. I hated cats. It was why I owned a dog, but he was home as it was anyways, nursing his side. The black hair bitch had dared to hurt him. Stupid girl. Maybe I would kill her first. She seemed like the better option to go for at this point. It would all depend. They were lustfull creatures, so it could have been a one night stand. If it were, perhaps she would pay up in different matters. I grimaced, moving on. It didnt seem to matter how many shoulders hit my own, spinning me half off my feet, I still pressed onward rather gloomily. Well, that wasnt like me, now was it? No, I was a more optimistic guy. Perhaps I was just upset with the way things had played out. Good for them, not so much me. It could have gone better, but hell, I escaped with something a little better than just their deaths. My gaze slid sideways, feeling a pair of eyes catch my form. Two figures slinked by on the other side of the street, their gaze broken by passing cars. I shuddered, feeling the hilt of my sword underneath my coat. I was never unarmed. Even though, now I was useless. I shouldn't have been out here, but I needed a nice walk, I had to much on my mind. Their eyes narrowed into glares, as they continued onward. Good, I didnt feel like a fight either.

I needed to get out more. I was ten times more anti social than anything. Perhaps that was why I was still single. I liked girls, I really liked girls, but my luck always seemed to fall short of their expectations. I still felt like a third grader compared to them. I had tried the cheesy pick up lines, tried playing the mysterious fellow across the bar, the hot guy at the club, they all seemed to fall flat. Either, I got some chick who was really just not my type, or just as I thought I was about to snag her, bam some other random guy steals her right in front of me. Really, really frustrating. On top of the fact, my job wasnt easy, so having a girl friend really wasnt much of an option. Hell, having a life wasnt much of an option. But, I loved hunting. I loved stalking them down, treating them as they did their prey. There was no better feeling than avenging the fallen. Even if it were a hooker or some abusive drunk, who were they to decide the fate of others? Right no one. And it wasnt like they simply picked off the bad apples of the bunch, no, they would only have the finest for their decor. One in particular seemed to enjoy people of power. I still had yet to figure out that one, but I would eventually catch it in the act. It, yes it seemed to fit them. What exactly were they? Not human, that was certain, monsters? Monsters most likely fit them perfectly. Demons, creatures from hell. I hated them so much, but I was only one man, I would have to kill slowly. First starting with my little woodland couple, before they could actually multiply. The male was dangerous, he was something different, who knew what he could create. I doubted even he himself knew.

I sighed, pushing away my thoughts. As soon as my arm healed then I would easily go back to combat. I would let it build while I did so, so I came back with a lot more bite. Maybe I would go back to the gym, really work out, build up as much muscle as I possibly could. It could only aid me, right? Maybe I was derranged. Fighting was always on my mind, perhaps thats why I couldnt pick up a girl so easily. Oh well, I supposed the right one would come along sometime, right? She would probably enjoy it more or less. I hoped so. Maybe I would find a nice Nephilim girl, but would I want her at my side during combat? Most likely not, after all if she were to get hurt, then the fight may as well be over, since they would have the upper hand. I sighed, I needed to get away from all this thinking. I had to much time on my hands. I pushed my way through a crowd of people, glancing up at a large sign. Did I feel like watching disease infested girls in thin almost non existant clothing? No, it had never been my scene anyways. I frowned, continuing onward. A club? Well, perhaps I could show off my wound a little and get someone to feel a little pity. Bah, pity wasnt what I wanted, nor what I needed. Plus, I didnt feel like striking out with another girl. A small restaraunt danced ahead, and a small smile lit up my face. Maybe I would get something to drink, and just relax for a bit, enjoy the lights and sounds of people. That sounded like a good plan, right? As long as nothing came along and interrupted me, I would be all set. I pressed onward, finding a small two seater table outside. I sighed, to bad there was no one else to talk to, ah well, I would live. I ordered myself a beer, waiting patiently as happy couples went by, loud teens and the constant honking of horns. Alright, so maybe tonight I would just get smashed. That sounded like a better plan.


Blah for shittness >.<

[Eri]

I made a mental vow to myself that I would get out of this city and see the other sights of the world. I'd spent what? Eighteen years? That sounded about right, cooped up in this city. Cooped up wasn't exactly the right term since I suppose I could leave the city at any time I wanted, I just didn't have the means to protect myself if I was to leave. Even in the city I couldn't really protect myself anyways. I was just a measly human girl after all, and in a world filled with things that always seem to be constantly at war with each other, I really couldn't do much to defend myself. Of course, my natural submission to vampires was another issue, at least to male vampires. Now though I had a Master again at least. I need not be so fearful for I had no doubt if some harm was to befall me he would exact revenge for us both, plus I need to submit to another.
I spared a brief thought for my Master, Balthazar as he preferred, wondering absent-mindedly what he'd think of me roaming alone. It was such a hard habit to break, especially since I loved the city so much. People seemed to be rather, excited this night. Had something serious happened that I didn't know about? That was likely enough, but glancing around I really didn't see anything that would mean something had given the people an excuse to celebrate for. Perhaps it was some holiday I didn't remember? That seemed to be the only legitimate reason that was going to come to my mind for now. I knew there where a few vampires within the crowds, and noted that they seemed to fixated on one person in particular who noted it and there seemed to be some sort of tenseness before it passed and there was no bloodshed. I made a mental note to keep an eye on those vampires later, I didn't want or need them trying to make a meal of me later on.
Otherwise I was merely roaming aimlessly, letting my thoughts drift though I was entertaining the idea of getting a new shirt or pants, or just a couple new outfits. Balthazar might enjoy that, especially since he used to seeing me in my scruffy sweat and jeans. I suppose it was some need to prove to myself as well that I was beautiful just as my Master told me I was. I really didn't believe him since my first Master had told me time and time again that I was ugly. But who's word was I to take? Master who had raised me after butchering my family in front of my tender eyes and who had been murdered by me when he tried to turn me? Or Balthazar who was gentle and kind for being such a powerful being that seemed to think there was more to me than there really was? He seemed to find some sort of fascination with me though I saw nothing special within my long, dark auburn tresses that people swore had silver highlights, or the dark green eyes that literally seemed to be windows to my soul if one could meet their gaze.
As it was I'd decided that I needed something nourishing to keep me up for awhile. I rather did envy vampires in how they could manage to live for so long without food, especially since I couldn't even go a day without my stomach throwing a riot. I frowned slightly even as my stomach did rumble a little and I patted it, looking for a place where I could grab something pretty simple for the time being. I found a place, and decided that I wanted to be outside since it seemed they had that option and settled down pretty easily, asking for a simple sandwich and soda to go with it before I was glancing around, just to see who's company I'd be dining with, even if I'd likely never talk to them anyways.
I really didn't see anyone and rather figured I was alone until I looked beside me and blinked in surprise. That was the guy from before right? The one that the vampires had been following, or at least had noticed. A sudden spike of fear shot through my body, I was in danger here, but it was calmed rather easily remembering that Balthazar wouldn't let anything happen to me, and most vampires where more intelligent on where they picked off their prey. Instead I offered the guy a friendly smile and wave. Might as well not try to look like a freak for staring or anything. Oh well, I probably did look like a freak anyways.

[~;;Vampires Kiss;;~]

Nathaniel

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I waited paitently, lost in many thoughts, loosing myself within them, staring out before me at the cobblestone floor. The city noise bothered me naught, and easily I found myself in a world of dreaming. The sudden clank of glass on the table startled me, and I glanced up into the young waitress's smiling face. She spoke a little, though I could hardly hear her sweet voice, watching as she turned away with a small wink and wave. Alright, so maybe I would get smashed, and then wait for her shift to end. I had nothing better to do. Though, knowing humans they were just looking for a good tip. I sighed, and picked up the mug, sipping a little. As much as I had wanted to get drunk, the idea now seems unappealing to me. I wasnt one for drinking, only once in a blue moon to be honest. I supposed it was due to my extreme paranoia. Getting drunk would mean I was stupid, it would mean I would probably do something stupid, it would mean I would go home hammered, and fall asleep for hours and hours. I didnt like to sleep very long, as a teen I had commonly had nightmares of being attacked in the night. Usually I slept for no more than six hours tops. Being drunk, I could probably easily bypass eight or more. I sighed, setting the mug down. I was, unsettled tonight. Something bothered me. Everything bothered me, and yet, nothing did. I had no reason to be so displeased, yet I was. Perhaps it was just my current situation. My sword hand was currently useless, I was alone, and I had nothing to do. Quite literatly, nothing to do.
Of course, that was when I noticed her. I sat back in my chair, my eyes scanning around to see who's company I would have tonight. She breezed in easily enough, and my eyes caught the sight of her. She was, in short, stunning. Long deep red hair spilled around her shoulders and framed her perfect face, deep emerald eyes seemed to shine brightly from her face. She was thin, I noted this easily, and her clothes didnt speak highly of her. Scruffy, old, I wondered why she dressed so. Was she poor? She must have been. She also seemed young, within reach for one such as myself, yet still young. And quite possibly naive. Or maybe she was upbeat. Whatever it was, I seemed drawn to her. I caught her gaze as she stared at me, horror seeming to strike her as her spine went rigid. I frowned, what had caused such a reaction? Hell, I was one of the good guys. Perhaps she had things confused, maybe she was from out of town, who knew? However, her mind set seemed to change, and she smiled, waving towards me. Alright, weren't we just friendly? A little odd, considering this place was more than dangerous enough. She was beautiful, and alone. She clearly didnt have a lot of money, judging by the way she dressed. I pitied her, and quickly snagged the waitress that had brought her a sandwhich and soda. Here I flipped out a twenty dollar bill easily from my wallet Ill cover her I gestured towards the girl. Keep the change. I flipped another ten, and then ordered a sandwhich as well.
Never before had food tasted so good, and it didnt seem to last long. Every now and then, I glanced at the girl, clearing my throat as I finished, sitting back, thinking for a minute. Well, bloody hell what the hell did I have to loose if I said hi? Quite possibly she would smack me, but I couldnt allow such a seemingly happy girl go by, on top of the fact, she was alone. Perhaps she knew of the danger she was in, maybe not, either way, she would be informed. I flashed a smile her way, finishing what was left of my beer, popping a few tic-tacs first before making my move. No one liked beer breath, I myself found it annoying. Carefully, I stood, swinging my chair around, and pushing it back in with grace. Ok, perhaps a bit more grace than I had meant. Somehow it all seemed to flow, and I couldnt help but grin. That felt, rather wonderful, to know that my left hand could actually do something like that. I checked, making sure my sleeve covered my right arm. I wasnt about to be flashing a giant flesh wound to a pretty girl. I approached absently, staring out at the street dryly. You shouldn't be out here alone I murmured. Theres a lot of things out there that would love to take advantage of a pretty little thing like you. And I dont mean just men My gaze moved to hers, prepared for her to strike me. Anyways, I'm Nate. I flashed a smile her way again, putting my hands in my pockets. Alright, so I was a bit nervous. Honestly, I half thought that maybe she was out of my league. I wasnt about to remark about her clothing, not yet, but I wanted to buy her something nice, even though I had nothing about her, not even a name. Perhaps if the night played in my favor, then maybe she would get lucky and have a pretty new dress or whatever she desired. Money was, but an object to me. I was rather generous, or so I was told. Usually I was taken advantage of as well, but when you had money, you had to expect that. I supposed that was another reason I had no friends anymore. Oh well, live and learn, right?