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Post by rowan kestrel amber on Jun 23, 2011 3:36:04 GMT -5
the early evening had been lovely with the crisp spring air biting at rowan's rosy cheeks as she came through a section of abandoned buildings. she had just been passing through on her way home from the park, after spending much of the day drawing the passing people and animals that came with them. though why the animals went with the quick drawing she wasn't sure, the dogs terrified her even if they were feet away from her. heading near the abandoned buildings didn't terrify her, they put her on edge, but she wasn't scared of them. or what exactly was inside of the buildings. it was probably homeless people living in them anyways. what exactly was there to be scared of?
she had shoved her hands in the pockets of her coat as she walked along the sidewalk in the fading light of the sun near the horizon, ready to dip beyond to give the nightlife its entrance. rowan had thought of taking a long bath to soak in while she thought of the other things she could have been drawing than people passing her by in central park. and the dogs that terrified her silly. she would much rather draw landscape than those that moved into her path of sight to disturb the true art form of landscaping. her bag hung on her shoulder the best it could without slipping off and dropping its contents onto the ground to allow such critters come running to take such valuable supplies. rowan treasured her drawing supplies, all of the colored pencils and crayons she took along with her and the different pencils and her sketch books. she would have been terrified if she found out they had been taken from her because some bums couldn't steal someone else's supplies.
hearing a scream in the distance, rowan had stopped to look around her surroundings. she thought it would have been the shortest distance to her apartment if she came through this area, but now she seemed to be regretting this choice after all. it didn't seem like it was taking such a short time to get home, it seemed like a bad path to take back home. she had started up once more walking away as much as she couldn't without feeling freaked out about the screaming she heard a few short minutes ago. it would seemed that someone was in pain judging by the screams, but rowan wasn't courageous enough to go check out if the person needed help, her instinct was to keep on moving even if it meant she had to run for her life to just get away, she would. there seemed to be a time for everything, but right now she felt content just walking out of there in one piece, unless someone else had another plan for her.
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Post by Lord Xavier on Jun 23, 2011 4:53:31 GMT -5
A terrible scream ripped open the pleasat evening, accompanied by the throaty laughter of a demonic individual known to the world only as Xavier. He sat in front of a shattered window, the room gutted except for the chair he perched himself on. He continued to laugh over the screaming, stifling the maniacal sound as he bit deep into a blood red apple, chewing loudly, mouth open and fangs exposed as he drank the sweet juices of the fruit.
"Do something," he commanded, rich Romanian tones seated in his deep voice. "Do something. Grow them back. Anything." The screaming continued as he took another bite out of the apple. Blood moved ever closer to his polished shoes, a stark contrast to the dust-covered floor it ran across. "Not screaming. I'm tired of people screaming." It carried on regardless of what he was saying, terror and pain fixed in the eyes as they watched the vampire casually eating an apple.
"I told you to stop screaming." The apple rolled out of his hand. Before it even touched the floor, the vampire lord was already across the room, holding the face of the screaming man in his hands. "Stop!" he roared, before sinking his mouth into the man's face. The screams became muffled, the man convulsing and spasming as his teeth were shattered, his jaw broken, his cheeks eaten and his tongue torn out, blood gushing and squirting.
Breathing deeply, Xavier stepped back, spitting out the man's tongue and laughed. The screams were peculiar, not screams but closer to the guttural cries of a tortured animal. The hideous thing fell on its side, feebly and futilely moving itself towards the door. The vampire lord watched in disgust as the maggot tried to escape. "And you had the nerve to call yourself a vampire."
With incredible speed, his right hand sunk into his jacket and pulled out an enormous pistol, Jekyll. "Die," he breathed, finger squeezing the trigger. A single round shot out, burying itself into the maggot's skull before exploding, splattering skull and brain-matter across the wall. Lord Xavier admired the beauty of his creation, the beauty of the silence, although in his heart he was disappointed with such a weak opponent – he'd only torn his legs off.
Slipping Jekyll back inside his jacket, the vampire lord wiped his mouth and throat down with a crimson handkerchief, stepping over the corpse. His nostrils flaring a little as he made his way down the stairs, picking up the scent of a human female. He grinned as he tucked the handkerchief into his breast pocket, hoping it was fresh competition, a hunter.
Opening the front door, he stepped out on to the derelict street. The abandoned buildings were his playground and no human set foot inside them, unless they were looking to sanctify the land and cleanse the city of its demons. Closing the door behind him, he watched the woman walking up the street towards him. With maroon eyes fixed on her, he smiled maliciously, imagining how her blood would taste as he ripped out her throat.
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Post by rowan kestrel amber on Jun 23, 2011 13:22:14 GMT -5
the sound of the screaming was still ringing in her ears as she walked, she wondered what was happening to be screaming like so without anyone worrying about their well being. rowan would have gone to found out what it was, but she didn't seem particularly courageous that night to go and find out what was going on to the person. it seemed they could go about their life in misery and pain because a good samaritan, wouldn't come to their rescue. she didn't feel over sadden by it, but it deeply worried her that whoever was causing the screaming could be coming out of anywhere soon and she was probably next if they saw her.
at least this was her theory about it as she walked on in silence. she probably would never come this way again, so seeing anyone here would only to be upon sighting and no knowledge of a relationship formed as it wouldn't have gotten very far. rowan was probably one of the biggest loners in new york city, but it didn't seem to bother anyone else that an artist like herself didn't mingle with others like her. she found it silly, but the mingling of with artists about different styles and work of art seemed a little weird to her. she had no formal training, just a pencil and a paper handed to her to start drawing away. wasting the precious moments of the daylight away rowan had gone without realizing she was hungry.
she hadn't packed anything to eat, but now she was feeling the urge to get something quick and simple as she walked closer to her building. there would have been something close and cheap to her apartment as she got closer, but she couldn't decide what she was in the mood for. food wise. her mind had been set upon food, she had not seen the man that came out of the building who stood on the step of the building watching her. she hadn't realized she was being watched, but it hadn't even registered to her that someone was coming up behind her on a bicycle.
having her bag knocked to the ground, rowan had nearly missed a head on collision with the bicyclist as he fell into the street along with her art supplies. the man was continuously saying he was sorry, about how he knocked her bag from her shoulder and colliding her with her. "It's fine. Don't worry about it. Please, just go ahead. I can take care of this. I'm sure,"
[/b] said as she bent down to pick up her art supplies that had fallen out. picking up the fallen crayons and colored pencils, she had placed each of them in their cases back in the bag and picked up one of the two sketchbooks that she carried and opened to the page where it had been ripped upon falling out. it was a drawing of a sunset, from when she was still in canada before coming over into new york for classes. she remembered that she had to take a picture of the drawing because it would have taken her far too long to get the colors right. though people still seem to enjoy the drawings even if they weren't finished. her attention was drawn to the page instead of her surroundings. maybe she should have focused her attention somewhere instead of a simple sketchbook that could have been looked at when she got home. the night seemed to bring out the worst of people. Lyrics: What You Mean To Me by Sterling Knight Outfit; hereLocation; abandoned buildings Starring; lord xavier Words; 591 Notes; bleh... [/font][/size][/justify][/center]
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Post by Lord Xavier on Jun 23, 2011 15:14:07 GMT -5
His eyes fixed on the girl, the vampire lord remained perfectly still, observing the approaching human, and her own feeble eyes not keen enough to notice him. A smile cracked across his face as he watched her being knocked to the ground by a bicyclist. Watching their typical interchange, apologetic and fumbling, that's what separated them from the vampire. Humans were so weak and pathetic.
Lord Xavier switched his attention to the approaching man, deciding he would have a little fun before tucking into the woman. He needed some of the native currency if he was going to hit the clubs later in the week, perhaps it was time to try his hand at mugging.
As the bicyclist approached, the vampire stepped out into the road causing the man to break suddenly and curse under his breath. But it would be his last, the next second his neck was broken, and he was placed silently inside the abandoned building Xavier had just left – two corpses under one roof, quite the collection. But it was worth the – Xavier rifled through the black leather wallet – thirty dollars... he frowned and shoved the wallet into his pocket.
He exhaled deeply, knowing he'd have to do that a few more times before he went anywhere near the clubs of New York City. Rubbing his hands before slipping them into his pockets, the vampire lord walked down the street towards the woman, drinking in her scent with each intake of breath. And as he took the stroll towards her he started plotting her demise, go for the good old fashioned drinking all of her blood or maybe he'd just eat her heart.
"Enjoy sunsets, do you?" Xavier loomed over the crouching girl, hands still in pockets, watching her closely. He ran his eyes up and down her crouched form, her long blonde hair, wondering what blood type she was. The more he observed, the more he doubted she was a hunter which caused the smirk to be replaced by a frown. Perhaps he'd make her run for her life, and he could be the hunter.
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Post by rowan kestrel amber on Jun 23, 2011 22:58:46 GMT -5
rowan had jumped at the sound of the voice that stood to the side of her. she hadn't been expecting anyone else, after the bicyclist left without bothering to help her. she had thought it was the bicyclist coming back to help, but looked up to see it was a much older man standing above her. he was quite different than the bicyclist, but maybe he was there to help her out perhaps?
"no, i don't. there's nothing to them if you see them everyday as the sun sets beyond the horizon. there could be other things more enjoyable than sunsets. sunrises have more of a beauty to them than sunsets. no one hard sees the enjoyment of a sunrise as they get up in the morning to head off to their job and ignore the sight that could easily be seen through their window,"
[/color] rowan was known to be a fan of sunsets and sunrises, but she was more likely to catch a sunrise than a sunset even if she was outside most of the time drawing the different landscapes that came into view. "would you like it? the sketch of it?" she asked as she stood up, pulling her bag up to her shoulder. she didn't seem the least bit worried about the nature of this man or if he had any intentions of hurting her. probably because she felt the man had been there to comment on her work and move on. she held her sketchbook in the nook of her arm as she waited for a response from the man in case he did want the image, though why trying to fold the corner of the page before the sketch, her finger had slid across the page, making a small slice in her finger, giving her a paper cut. letting a cry of surprise and pain she had quickly put her finger into her mouth to try and stop the bleeding before she pulled it out and rubbed the finger on her jeans, ignoring the numbing feeling of it. "i better go, its getting pretty late."[/color] Lyrics: What You Mean To Me by Sterling Knight Outfit; hereLocation; abandoned buildings Starring; lord xavier Words; 350 Notes; looks short for some reason. [/font][/size][/justify][/center]
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Post by Lord Xavier on Jun 25, 2011 7:51:17 GMT -5
The vampire lord smirked when the human jumped in fright. It wouldn't be long before her skin crawled and stomach churned with every word he said. He wanted her to hate his guts but to be screaming in terror. Xavier could tell he was going to have fun playing with this one – perhaps he'd turn her into a slave and keep her as a pet before killing her.
The villainous creature plotted silently as she spoke, breaking his train of thought only to respond to her. "I've never seen a sunrise... or a sunset, come to think of it." He smiled darkly and pulled his hand out of his pocket, scratching the side of his nose. "Would it upset you to never see the sun again?" He let his hand drop down to his side, studying the woman's face and judging her reactions and emotions. Would she willingly sell her soul to the devil?
His maroon eyes looked down again at the imitation sunset, slowly taking in the detail, drinking in each pencil stroke, mulling over the fact he would never see a real sunset for as long as he lived. Looking her in the eye, he smiled at the human woman. "To remind me of what I'm missing?" he asked, grabbing his lighter from within his jacket, knuckles brushing against Jekyll. He couldn't stand sentimentality, perhaps he'd just blow her brains out.
Lighting a cigarette, the vampire's eyes flashed a lighter shade of red as he watched the woman slice her finger open. It was strong, the smell surrounded him and dominated his senses, and it smelled so sweet, not cheap and metallic like most blood did. He laughed, cigarette smoke escaping to mix with the smell of fresh blood. Whether he turned her into a slave or not, he would be dining on this woman's blood that night.
The laughter dying down as she wiped her finger clean, the smell of her blood still in the air. Lord Xavier pulled the cigarette away from his mouth, "What is your name, artist?" Taking a drag, the vampire let his eyes wander, looking at her neck.
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Post by rowan kestrel amber on Jun 25, 2011 11:57:51 GMT -5
he did seem a little weird to be talking about never seeing a sunrise or a sunset before. was there something wrong about never seeing either one? what was he, batman locked up in his batcave? she could only wonder how long he had gone without seeing either one, and then he was talking about never seeing the sun again? what was this nonsense coming from? she had gave a slight look of confusion on her face when she heard him speak of such a thing.
"to never see the sun again, no it wouldn't upset me. i spend my days underneath the cover of the trees at central park, i'm never in the direct sunlight. skin cancer runs in the family."
[/color] rowan was quick to say about not liking the sun, but she wasn't a fan of the sunburns that went along roasting in the sun for so many hours spent outside. rowan was always one to be covered up when she was outside, so she wouldn't have the put on the gunk called sunscreen. the smell was terrible and the lotion was cold when she put it on her skin and everything else about it made her feel ick. rowan had closed her sketchbook, after hearing what he had to say about wanting the sketch. obviously he didn't want it judging from his voice and actions to grabbing a lighter. she wasn't going to take the risk of giving him the sketch in fear that he would burn her artwork. it was just better that she just kept it to herself and place back in her bag. which she did after a little fumbling with the snap on the bag. she just been getting ready to walk away when she heard him ask one more question. what her was name and then referred to her as an artist. seemed a little rude to think about, but she didn't linger on the word much longer. "people know me as kestrel, but its rowan. and yours?"[/color] she asked as she looked at him taking in his appearance, the best she could with the onset of darkness surrounding the two as the sky started to darken to a dark blue. Lyrics: What You Mean To Me by Sterling Knight Outfit; hereLocation; abandoned buildings Starring; lord xavier Words; 369 Notes; [/font][/size][/justify][/center]
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Post by Lord Xavier on Jun 25, 2011 13:32:32 GMT -5
The vampire lord listened to the woman, smiling darkly when she had finished. "There's a cure for cancer, you know?" Parting his lips, he put his cigarette in his mouth and took a long drag, filling his lungs with the toxic smoke. And very slowly, stepping forward a little, he leaned in to whisper in the woman's ear, speaking through waves of cigarette smoke. "There's a cure for death. To cheat time, that devours all things."
Leaning back, he kept his eyes locked with the woman's, a deep and dark red colour surrounding his pinpoint pupils. He smiled as she fumbled with her sketchbook, quick to hide her drawings after he had whipped his lighter out; she had second guessed him and that was rare, he was renowned for being an unpredictable and dangerous being. "At the moment, you are no better than an ant in the grand scheme of things. But in the afterbirth you can become a god, to have people tremble in your presence." He dropped the cigarette on the ground, crushing it under his well-polished shoe.
"Rowan," he repeated after hearing it. He cast his eyes around, checking his surroundings as he pulled another cigarette out, studying the detail on his platinum cigarette case. "My servants call me their master and, for now, you may call me Lord Xavier." He once again placed a cigarette between his lips and let it hang there, trembling on the end of his lip as he spoke, "Do you want to cheat time and live forever, Rowan?"
The vampire lord waited for a response, unable to gauge what the woman was going to do – he hoped she would run and scream in terror, but she may just think him a madman. Perhaps it was time to give the human a little demonstration. "To be reborn a god and to have the power in your little finger to bring down a city... or a light a cigarette." Moving his hand in front of his face, keeping his eyes on the woman, a tiny flame burst from the end of his finger. Waving it across the end of his cigarette, the vampire clenched his fist and extinguished the flame.
"What do you say, human? Want to dance with the devil?" He grinned, laughter building up and bursting through his clenched teeth, cigarette wobbling madly on the end of his lip, threatening to fall off. As he laughed maniacally, he tucked his hands inside his jacket and withdrew his giant twin pistols, Jekyll and Hyde. Holding them above his head, laughing as he spoke, tears streaming down his face, he cried, "Dance or I'll blow your legs off!"
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Post by rowan kestrel amber on Jun 25, 2011 14:27:46 GMT -5
a cure for cancer? she found it hard to believe, considering so many people went into remission from their own cancer instead of dying from it. the man must have been crazy to ever think of such a thing. a cure for cancer and a cure for death? where was this man getting these crazy ideas?
"you're mad. really mad, i wouldn't understand why anyone would want to call you master, xavier. no i don't want to cheat, because you can't cheat time. there's no possible away unless you have the technology to build a time machine, but i highly doubt a character like you has the ability to build a time machine." rowan was getting snappy with her words by now.
she jumped backwards when she saw fire come from his fingers, she didn't want to be anywhere near him if he had fire like that. she knew what fire did when it started to lick different surfaces, burned everything in sight, no matter how much you tried to stop it, it always got something. "stop it! i don't care for your magic abilities, just stop it!"
[/color] she was nearly screaming at him to stop playing with the fire. for the time that she had been standing there, death had not been on her mind until then, when she noticed xavier's hands go into his jacket to bring out two pistols. she felt there were three options to something like this, play along with him and still get killed, try to run away from him and get killed, or stand her ground and hope for the best. either way she still felt death was in the description of whichever option she choose. "no. i won't dance with you, and you will not blow my legs off. you're mad and crazy, but you won't blow my legs off because if you do, there won't be any fun left after you do it. you'll leave me here to die and hope that can you get away with the deed you have done. now. you'll let me pass and be on my way, or you can go find someone else to play your childish games."[/color] rowan's seriousness often got the best of her, but she had started to walk away, passing him by as she walked onto the street to get on her way home, and avoid this madness. though something in the back of her mind, seemed to tell her that this was only the beginning. Lyrics: What You Mean To Me by Sterling Knight Outfit; hereLocation; abandoned buildings Starring; lord xavier Words; 415 Notes; [/font][/size][/justify][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Lord Xavier on Jun 25, 2011 15:09:35 GMT -5
The vampire continued to laugh, leaning forward with his eyes wide and glossy, the tears kept falling. But rather than laughing at her plight, Xavier laughed uncontrollably because of the woman's sheer nerve to act so impertinently towards him. He had torn lesser creatures limb from limb because he thought they were blinking much too quickly, and with this woman, while she sparked his interest, she would have to be dealt in the same way and torn piece from piece, to leave her body in utter ruin. Once he'd finished, she'd know better than to have crossed him.
As she walked around him, he allowed his cackling to die down to a few laughing sobs. "But you're forgetting, Rowan, if you leave that won't be any fun at all." He stopped laughing abruptly, standing at his full height of seven feet, the vampire looked down on the woman and wrinkled his nose in disgust. "So, shooting your legs off is the only option left." Xavier raised Jekyll with his right hand, steadying his arm and taking aim: the human woman's left leg.
By shooting off one of her legs, Xavier would be able to keep her from leaving. The matter he was mulling over as his finger began to squeeze the trigger was whether or not he would turn this pathetic little creature into a child of the night – if the bullet hit her, there was no way she would survive an injury like that as a human. Her defiance had amused him and she would make an interesting pet to keep for a while, he could always kill her properly some other day.
Lord Xavier wanted nothing more than to see this woman suffer miserably at his hands, he would burn the flesh from her bones just to hear her scream. He would take her back to Romania and have her dance for the rest of her days, only stopping once her lord and master had grown bored with her antics. But if he'd had second thoughts about shooting at her, it was too late – an explosive silver bullet was already hurtling out of the monstrous firearm.
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Post by rowan kestrel amber on Jun 25, 2011 16:25:43 GMT -5
rowan felt the sharp pain as she fell to the ground, she landed on her left leg as her hands caught the rest of her fall. why didn’t things go the way that she asked of? she had pulled her bag off her shoulder as she leaned upon that as she tried to fight the pain that was soaring through her body. she was screaming in pain from the bullet passing through her leg in her thigh. “why couldn’t you find someone else? you took the bicyclist. i no longer heard his bicycle as i picked up my things after he knocked me over.”
[/color] rowan tried to say with a calm voice without showing much pain in her voice, but it was clearly shown on her face. she struggled to pull herself up into a sitting position as she pulled herself near her bag to at least be able to prop herself upon the bag to keep the wound getting infected any more than it was by the blood flowing out of the wound at an increasing rate. “how many people would you believe to come searching this area after that pistol went off and found you as the culprit and me as the innocent victim? would you shoot them down as well like you did me, or would you kill them? ahh…”[/color] rowan sighed at the pain trying hard to keep it from affecting her thoughts and mood, but everything seemed to be spiraling downward. trying to figure out how to slow the bleeding or stop it, she looked around her bag, but didn’t find much of anything, she could have used a belt, but she wasn’t wearing one with this pair of jeans. “take me to a hospital, i’ll bleed out if you don’t take me somewhere to get this treated. or figure out a way with your stupid magic tricks you seem to have up your sleeve, just leave the fire away from me,”[/color] rowan was quick to dismiss the fire ability as she knew it probably wouldn’t make a difference. it would only scare her more if he used it again. she was still trying to hold back the tears, but they leaked down her face anyways as she tried to hug her leg in hope of the pain going away, with not much luck on her part. she looked around to see if there was anyone near the area that could help her get away from this monster. lying on the ground for seemed like forever, she noticed a shadow coming toward the area. she tried to rollover to get the man’s attention, but figured it obviously wouldn’t have mattered if she called out to him. “hey, over here! help, i’ve been shot. please help me.”[/color] she called out to him in hopes of him being able to play with xavier’s tricks and avoid being shot long enough to get her to a hospital. she felt there was little hope, but it was worth a shot to take. Lyrics: What You Mean To Me by Sterling Knight Outfit; hereLocation; abandoned buildings Starring; lord xavier Words; 514 Notes; do something to make her shut up. [/font][/size][/justify][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Lord Xavier on Jun 26, 2011 9:29:57 GMT -5
Xavier watched with delight as the bullet tore through the woman's left leg and buried itself into the concrete pavement, exploding a second later to send a shower of concrete and dust. His maroon eyes followed the woman as she fell, screaming in pain, it was such sweet music and it was accompanied by the rolling tones of the vampire lord's maniacal laughter. "The bicyclist was an object that needed to be removed. I'm doing this to you for the sheer fun of it." Laughing, he allowed his right hand to drop to his side, still holding on to Jekyll.
Watching her struggle to support herself, dragging herself up into a sitting position, he listened to her nonsense. "Not many come through this area anymore, since I have moved in. You should really have known better, human, than to cross into my domain." He raised Hyde, the more powerful of the two pistols, "If anyone tried to stop me, I'd tear them in half. If I shot you with this one, the bullet wouldn't pass through your flesh; no, it would bury itself in and explode." He smiled darkly as he looked down the barrel of the gun at the woman's other leg. "Can you imagine the pain?"
The vampire lord laughed upon hearing her pleas to be taken to a hospital, for him to use his power to save her pathetic little life. "No, I don't think anyone will be going to hospital tonight. You are going to bleed out like a stuck pig and there's nothing you can do to stop it. The only thing you can do is to stop struggling and just die, human." Xavier started lining up Hyde so that he could send a bullet straight through the knee cap on her right leg, causing her leg to be cut perfectly in half – perhaps he would take the severed half of her leg back home to eat, along with a glass of her blood.
The vampire paused, not shooting the girl, when he heard somebody approaching from behind – his nostrils picked up on the man's scent and found it to be another human. He tutted as the woman cried out for the man to help her, "Oh, Rowan, I will have to kill him now and it is on your conscience. Who knows, maybe he would have lived if you just hadn't called for help." The vampire turned around, pistols ready to rip the man apart as if he were made out of nothing but tissue paper.
But rather than being faced with another pathetic, little human, the vampire's eyes picked up on the Desert Eagle the man was holding and the cry, "Die, demon!" And in the next instance the man was unloading all eight bullets from the weapon's magazine; they cut into Xavier, a few getting him in the head, another one in the heart and the rest wasted on the rest of his torso, slicing into a few of his major organs – blood exploding from his back as bullets soared through.
The hunter kept squeezing the trigger even after he had fired all eight bullets at the monster in front of him. His hands shook as he watched the vampire sway forward and collapse, face hitting the pavement as he lay there dead as a doornail. An eerie silence soon followed as he stared from the vampire to the female woman, noticing that she was bleeding profusely. He ran forward to help her, having saved her from the demonic creature that had caused her that injury. But were eight bullets really enough to stop Lord Xavier?
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Post by rowan kestrel amber on Jun 26, 2011 13:58:11 GMT -5
so she was his play toy? that sounded like it would have been a fun night with him. not really, considering she would be the one screaming insults and swearing like a sailor at the pain she was in. and then she would fear for her life afterward. wondering if that night would be her last or if she would live for a few more days in agony.
what worried her more was the fact that he was holding the other pistol and was talking about how the bullet exploded when it embedded itself into its target. she tried to see the look on his face, but as the sky was growing darker so was her vision to see the expression of the man who was trying to use her as his toy. "please don't! please!"
[/color] she was screaming at him trying to get him to change his mind about it. all she wanted that night was to go home and have a lazy night, not be out here bleeding to death because some man thought it was funny to shoot people and watch them as they slowly bled out onto the street. it made her feel scared that she was going to die out on the street instead of being taken to a hospital to get her leg stitched up so she could go back to her daily life without any harm being done to her, but she couldn't see that life anymore. rowan looked to the man who had been off in the distance that she had called to for help. she heard xavier explain that she shouldn't have called out to him or he would have been alive and would have ignored her screams for help and the cries of agony. she had closed her eyes, to not view the scene at hand as she was sure xavier would kill the man before long, but she opened them just as the man had came running to help her up. she saw xavier on the ground, with a few bullet holes piercing his body. she was screaming in pain as she was being picked up, she had just managed to grab her bag before the man started to hurry as fast as he could to get her to safety. yet, for good measure the man shoot xavier a few more times just to make sure the man was dead. rowan was trying hard to bite her lip to keep her from screaming, but it was no use as the tears were falling from the pain even as the man carried her to safety. they had stopped running and he set her down on a park bench. rowan being the one injured tried to tell him otherwise to get her to a hospital, not worry about the freak of nature, but the man wouldn't listen to her as he went back to make sure xavier was truly dead. rowan only hoped the man would hurry back to take her to get help, she didn't want to die out on the stupid park bench because some fool wanted to make sure a man was dead even though he got hit with eight bullets. she lied down on the bench and had her right leg hanging off the side of the bench to keep her from deciding to roll off while she tried to keep her left leg straight on the bench, while looking up at the stars as if they could easily come and calm her down. she winced when she heard the sound of gunshots, but she wasn't sure what to expect next. Lyrics: What You Mean To Me by Sterling Knight Outfit; hereLocation; abandoned buildings Starring; lord xavier Words; 604 Notes; [/font][/size][/justify][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Lord Xavier on Jun 26, 2011 15:31:09 GMT -5
The corpse of the great vampire Lord Xavier lay silently on the pavement, his face ruined from the impact of the hunter's bullets, teeth shattered, eyes imploded, blood discolouring his deathly white skin. It had taken half a millennia, but the monstrous beast had been taken down, and taken down by a human, come to that. And while he lay, blood pouring out of him, heart and brain in ruin, could anybody be heard mourning over the crowds of cheering? Did anyone resent the passing of this great and terrible vampire?
One individual who certainly did not regret the death of Xavier, nor felt guilty for pulling the trigger several times on him, was the human hunter who was running back to ensure the vampire was dead. Replacing the magazine in his firearm, the hunter shot a couple more bullets into the vampire's skull before running off, carrying the woman with him. Leaving the body on the pavement, continuing to bleed out and continuing to lie deathly still, the spring air moved through his grey hair as he lay face down on top of the concrete pavement.
It wasn't long before the hunter was running back again, making one last check before he carried the woman off to the hospital. But as he jogged back to the spot, holding on to his Desert Eagle, he faltered as he looked at the spot where he had shot down the vampire – the body had disappeared. There wasn't any time to react, one second he was looking at the pavement and the next he felt a tremendous pain slice through his back and stomach.
The hunter screamed in absolute agony, spasming, his fingers contracting, causing his gun to go off, sending bullet after bullet into the ground. "You really thought you could kill me with your bullets?" questioned a menacing voice from behind the hunter. He felt himself being lifted off the ground, his screams increasing in volume when he looked down, finding an arm extending out from his stomach, a bloody fist clenching his intestines. "Pathetic worm." The screaming stopped, replaced by gasping as the vampire sunk his teeth into the man's neck.
Xavier drank his fill, feeling his wounds heal, the bullets being pushed out of his body and dancing across the floor in a cascade. Pulling his teeth out of the man's neck, he used his free hand to tear the man's head off, holding it above his open mouth, allowing the last of the hunter's blood to reach his tongue. And once he had fully healed, he tossed the head into the road and pushed the decapitated corpse off his arm, his entire arm soaked in the man's blood.
Laughing darkly, the vampire started following the scent of Rowan's blood, licking the hunter's blood off his fingers as he walked down the street. And it wasn't long before he had the human woman in his sights, lying down on a bench. He walked slowly towards her, not saying a thing, just licking the last of the blood from his hand. It wasn't long before he was standing behind the bench, hands at his side, just observing her from the shadows.
"Would you rather I shot your leg off or tore it off with my bare hands?" he asked coldly from within the darkness. Vampiric-red eyes watching as she studied the night sky, nostrils flaring every few seconds to drink in the scent of her blood. Perhaps he would dress her up in a jester's outfit and have her entertain him while he ate her severed leg; either way, he'd definitely cook up something monstrous for her to do when he turned her.
Word count: 613 • Tag: Rowan
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Post by rowan kestrel amber on Jun 26, 2011 16:10:27 GMT -5
the gunshots made rowan wince at every time they went off because she didn't know what to expect next. she wasn't sure who was dead or alive being so far from where xavier's body was. she had been sure the man who saved her would have returned by now, but she heard her answer when she heard his screams. she closed her eyes when she heard them die down, only to assume the man was dead. her only confusion as to what xavier was. he wasn't human, she knew that when he snuck up on her when she was putting her things back into the bag after they had fallen out from the bicyclist.
opening her eyes again, she looked around her or at least in front of her to see if anyone was there. nothing, she was alone for now, helpless to anyone who wanted to mug her or just finish her off. she was helpless to those stronger and not injured and would have been a nuisance to just fight off. rowan knew she should have listened to her brother, some time ago about getting a cell phone. lief somehow knew what was best for her, but she refused to listen to him as she didn't want a cell phone.it would just mean she was required to answer it every time someone decided to call her and she didn't want to talk to anyone. maybe if she did have one, she could have called for an ambulance to come take her to a hospital and the police after xavier, but it seemed no hope now.
she jumped at the sound of xavier's voice, she hadn't been expecting him to come so soon. "would you rather i shot your leg off or tore it off with my bare hands?" she seemed a little uneasy with the choice of which would be painful. both seemed terrible, but at least the gunshot was quick and him tearing her leg off seemed like it would take a while. though she didn't want to be confined to a wheelchair if that's what he wanted her to be.
" which would make you more satisfied? we are already looking at me spending the rest of my life in a wheelchair if you take it off. which is easier? shooting it off or it being torn off? i would like the easiest of the two, which i think would be shooting it off. are you trying to scare me with your crazy antics? because i will admit, i'm scared of what you're doing to my body, but you as a person, just seem like someone who's trying to make an impression of themselves to others to hide something else. is that what it is?"
[/color] rowan had sat up and turned her body to look at where she thought xavier was in the shadows. she could see a figure, which she assumed was him. she winced at the pain of moving her left leg even an inch, but she only had to twist around using the back of the bench as a support to keep her from falling off. " how long have you been a vampire? it would only seem possible, because one you're not dead and two, your body probably would have turned to dust when that man shot at you."[/color] rowan was easily prone to details and the small things people avoided seeing, or didn't bother to see. she only came to that conclusion that he was a vampire by the fact that he was still here tormenting her. Lyrics: What You Mean To Me by Sterling Knight Outfit; hereLocation; abandoned buildings/park bench Starring; lord xavier Words; 595 Notes; [/font][/size][/justify][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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