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Post by AJ Romanov on Jun 9, 2011 19:26:47 GMT -6
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MY LIFE IS A WARZONE
So here they were again.
Another town, another state, true.. But still the same circumstances.Circumstances that left AJ queasy and maddened all at the same time.
God, what she wouldn't give to have this finished. To have the creature she sought crushed like a bug and his ashes cast in all four directions. To finally have the revenge she'd sought for so long accomplished so that she might finally have some rest from this ever aching thirst. To finally know that the one who'd sentenced her beloved brother to suffer the pangs of the damned was dead and could harm no others.
But that was not yet to be. For the creature responsible for her living hell had escaped yet another fiery tomb to flee yet again. Instead of perishing inside a blazing inferno, he'd flown the coop yet again and it had taken her months of tracking him before she'd found a lead.
A lead that had lead her here. To the city of Angels.
Now, standing outside this new club, Aj felt the beast inside shift and raise its head as if scenting the air. The metallic scent of blood floated on the night air and it bared its teeth in the knowledge that it might soon be fed. Smiling evilly to herself, the ebony haired beauty let her vampire self take control for once and headed for the door. A password was demanded and then she was inside the den of the monster.
And monster was the only word to describe the creature who ran the place.
Spying the bar along the far side, AJ nimbly navigated the crowd and then found an empty stool. Again the spell of blood drew her and she felt her fangs spring down into feeding position even as several patrons seemed to sense the danger she presented and moved away from her.
When the bartender headed in her direction, she met his gaze levelly and ordered the "Special" brew. Sure enough, when her glass was slide in front of her, it was laced with blood and fresh in its vintage. Not wanting to know exactly how THAT came to be, the assassin took a long drink and immediately felt her thirst quiet. The vampire inside rejoiced at the taste even as her human side flinched away.
Then, and only then, did she turn to acknowledge the burning gaze she felt leveled by someone in her direction.
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Post by Luka Neverov on Jul 28, 2011 10:55:01 GMT -6
As Luka stood back and watched the patrons mill about the elegant nightclub, for the first time in what seemed like years he felt something like himself again.
After the Shadow Team had raided the Théâtre des Vampires to save their beloved Halfling member Kat, they had burned the building (along with the coven of darklings he had recently sired) to the ground. Unfortunately, the eccentric Russian had gone with it.
For months after the accident the vampire was merely a pile of ash and living tissue. Luka’s mind was so intoxicated by the euphoric pain that he could not move, nor think, nor thirst. Underneath those ruins he rode on the waves of that high as if it was the only thing that existed to the creature. For a while it was.
It wasn’t until the city decided to rebuild on the property did the sting of sunlight upon his remains drive the vampire out of the storm clouds and into his mind again. Chaotic as it was, it was still there. And the body hungered…
Fleeing the remains of what was once the zenith of his artistic career, the vampire sought refuge in the sewers underneath the city. He was not a man, but a charred thing that fed on the rats and lizards that had also made the culvert their home. He lived like those rodents; like the vermin that hardly lived, but could not be killed.
Everlasting. A cockroach.
As the Russian began to regain his wits, this existence would not suffice for him for long.
He lived beneath until he had the strength of mind and body to hunt, and then he rose above, seeking shelter amongst the dead.
In a cemetery. How cliché.
It took still months for the vampire to recover from the extensive damage the pyre had done to him, but once he began feeding from the larger animals that resided in the woodlands on the outskirts of the graveyard he grew stronger still.
And then there came the humans. The homeless that wandered into the burial grounds for shelter found themselves the kind of meal that gave Luka the will to be the predator he had once been.
Summoning the power that ran deep within his ancient blood, the burned figure was transformed once again into the male specimen he recognized.
Beautiful.
It had taken longer still but Luka had a purpose. The Shadow Team would pay for their past transgressions. He did after all think himself a God. He would be the savior to deliver them from the bowels of mind-numbing. He would be the one to lift them into heaven; a pain so divine it would become their Eden.
And here the vampire stood before these cattle; fed but always hungry. He let his white-blue eyes drifted over the sea of livestock until they landed on one figure that stood out above the rest.
She had a face that reminded him of Botticelli painting. Dark, but angelic in its beauty.
And he wanted her. Her shadowy eyes met his for a moment and Luka was struck by a sense of familiarity, but he dismissed it. This was Hollywood after all. He had probably seen her face on the small screen or on one of the many stages he had sat before.
A beauty such as hers could not be wasted on those kinds of trivial human entertainments. Luka made his way across the club toward her, crimson filled glass in hand.
But the closer he drew towards her, the more he became aware of one thing. She was not human, but blood drinker like him. He could smell it in her cup, and the ruby stain on her lips was more brilliant than gloss. How divine.
“They are pathetic.” He said absently in a thick Russian brogue as he slid up to the counter just to her right. He nodded to the tender, who immediately brought him a tumbler full of vodka with a bright crimson tint in the bottom, and turned to lean backwards on the bar.
“Vat they think vampires are now-a-days. Sparkling, angsty. I have never vonce sparkled in my entire existence.” He narrowed his icy gaze on a trio of human youth at the far end of the bar who had made the unfortunate decision to come to -his- club dressed like characters from Twilight. Luminous face make-up and all.
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Post by AJ Romanov on Jul 30, 2011 17:21:21 GMT -6
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MY LIFE IS A WARZONE
"Come in, Come in" said the Spider to the Fly. That is what it felt like sitting on that barstool.
Only, AJ wasn't sure exactly who was the predator and who was the prey in this dance that she played with Luka. She knew very well what the other vampire would see her as but she also knew her own agenda. It made an interesting game of strategy, at least. The one thing she could give the bastard was that he was never tedious. Cruel, sadistic and evil but never, never dull.
If he had been, it wouldn't have been as much fun to stalk him and fantasize about the moment she'd sink a silver dagger into his black, black heart. A moment that she suspected was fast approaching in this dance with the devil.
And then she felt his presence in the room.
"Let the games begin." the assassin thought dryly to herself even as the vibe of darkness drew closer and closer.
Picking up her glass of Goose, AJ sipped at it delicately even as she felt the presence at her side. As the creature spoke, she cast him a look over the rim of her glass and turned so that a flash of skin was reveled by her sexy black dress. She knew that he had a thing for beauty and she'd intentionally played on that knowledge when she'd set out for the night.
"Da.. but then.. I suppose we should thank Hollywood for glamorizing us... Its made the idiots beg for us to use them as play toys." she said coolly, letting a cold gaze slid over to the twits he was eyeing. "If your into that sort of thing, that is. I, myself, find it tedious to the extreme. They no longer have any fear of us and the thrill of the chase has been replaced by boredom."
Taking another drink from her tumbler, the dark haired beauty tossed her head and gave him a through look up and down. Letting a sultry smile play about her full, ruby lips, she arched a brow and played with one fang with the tip of her tongue.
"But then.... I suppose that it has its benefits too. After all, the chase might be shortened but playtime can be so much more enjoyable."
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