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Post by Blane Reed on Aug 20, 2008 20:04:28 GMT -5
Blaze sat on the roof of his car. The street was quite busy at the time. It was two A.M. and everyone was probably drunk. Blaze wasn't really out for much, hell he was just bored. He decided to just relax and smile lightly. He blew his bright white hair right out of his eyes. He needed them to follow every girls eyes. He just smiled at them, reading there mind. Finding the ones that thought he was cute, which was all of them of course. Yet he knew what he was looking for, vampires. The vampires mind was easy to see, they wanted to take advantage of the drunks and kill them. Blaze just let his smile roam trying to find the right one.
He did have his trade mark guns on him, they were deep within his bright red jacket pockets. Yet, his brand new guns, were with him of course. They were holstered around his neck. He was shirtless, of course, he wanted the ladies to catch the perfect look at his chest. Blaze was all geared up and ready for action. No vampires at all, well except for him, but that was beside the point. It might be a dull night, but Blaze needed something to do, so he kept his bright smile at the ladies that looked at him.
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Post by blane on Aug 20, 2008 20:13:21 GMT -5
Blane was such a bad ass and he knew it. On the inside though he was a cowardly lion, well sort of. When it came to vampires and werewolfs he was a cocky bastard, however with other humans he was a bit timid. But he looked to his right and on his arm was probably the most beautiful girl in the world. She was short with beautiful dyed black hair, a bit in looking like his mother, only younger. The girl had her hands in his pants and he couldn't wait to screw her brains out. And she couldn't wait to get the twenty bucks that he'd promised her.
He had a beer in a brown paper bag in his right hand as he let the girl fiddle with her hands in his pants. He was only fifteen years old but he looked older, he could pass as eighteen, nineteen, even twenty-one. He took a breath of air and all the cigarette smoke blew out of his mouth. And then he took another gulp of alcohol. He let the dead cigarette drop to the ground as he ground his teeth together with each touch of the females hands.
"So where's that place? It's not supposed to be far from here" he reminded her, not able to wait much longer.
He let the girl bring him on the street, the first thing he noticed was a '67 Shelby and remembered how his mother hated Shelby's for some reason. Blane pressed the beautiful girl up against the wall, dropped his beer and kissed her. He was so impatient. |
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Post by Blane Reed on Aug 20, 2008 20:39:25 GMT -5
Blaze let his hair drop over his eyes once again. Great, nothing great to do. He let the sigh pass his lips and a short unhappy smile. Blaze wanted to kick some vampire ass, but there were none around for a while. He wanted something more. He wasted years of his life for hunting the, why didn't he just go out and find them? Blaze was too lazy to go find them, it was better if they came to him. He didn't have to waste much time searching for them. He just really wanted something big to happen. He looked to the side, watching girls pass by.
Blaze felt someone looking at him. Ok, not at him, at his beauty. The wonder of the sixty seven Shelby. It was a great car, fast, small, all around fun. Everyone always seemed to look at it as a momento. Well it was, it was older than Blaze probably. Though, he looked at the kid, touching the prostitute,. Who the hell would want a prostitute? They were....trash really. Easy pray for vampires to humans, and humans to vampires. It was a bad combo no matter what. The strange thing was, Blaze decided to read his mind.
Blaze looked at what the kid was thinking from the moment he looked at him. He was only a fucking kid, what the fuck was he doing? Blaze looked at the prostitute, reading her mind. Well she really wasn't a her, she was an it. A vampire. Blaze didn't want the poor kid suckered in. He sighed as he jumped off the roof of his car and started to walk towards the kid and he vampire.
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Post by blane on Aug 20, 2008 20:52:33 GMT -5
Blane kissed the girl even though he knew that it was wrong. He wasn't thinking about the morals of society with prostitutes. No, he had hand picked this girl because she had looked so much like his mother when he was younger. That thought brought him hard on and though the girl had no idea, it wasn't her touching him, it was her appearance. Which ... well, that was the point of choosing a prostitute in the first place. A quick tagging and fucking.
He dreamed about this night, alright, so it wasn't his ideal setting. It was close enough. Pressed up against a cold cement wall, ready to screw someone where anyone could be watching. Hell, the guy on the Shelby was getting a free show.
"Oh yeah, baby" Blane cried out as the woman touched him in all the right places with all the right moves.
He took another swig of alcohol. Who really cared about kissing? It was more of the after thing which kissing led to. But hell, with a pro you didn't need the kissing. At least for most guys. Her mouth probably carried more sperm than a bank!
"You got a rubber?" He asked as he dropped his booze and began to check his pockets for some protection. He didn't want to catch some filthy disease, he wanted to feel it the first time with someone special. |
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Post by Blane Reed on Aug 20, 2008 21:15:30 GMT -5
Blaze set his sites on the vampire. The scum of the earth, thats what they were, Blaze just hoped this kid doesn't get too scared. Cause bullets were going to be flying all over the place in a minute. He let his sly smile come on his face. Blaze did love this part, they were showing a lot of....passion. Well ok, its a fucking hooker, how could you kiss one, they probably had more cocks in there mouth than a rooster pen. It was a sad sad thing to see. Damn, his mother should of taught him better things than this. Even Blaze wouldn't go this low to get some action, Blaze liked it better old fashion. Kids never showed respect for that now eh?
Blaze took his new gun, Ivory off of his neck. Hoping no one but them would see the large gun in front of them. Blaze pushed it to the side of the vampires head slowly. "Well, look at what we got here, a vampire. Praying on teenage kids, how low can you go."[/color] Blaze said in a laugh. "Names Blane Reed, but call me Blaze. And ill be killing you today."[/color] Blaze siad in another laugh, getting ready to pull the trigger and blow this vampires brains and life away. Boy this would be fun, lets just hope the kid didn;t run off calling the cops for murdering a girl. Hell he bet he didn't even know that vampires were real.
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Post by blane on Aug 20, 2008 21:42:43 GMT -5
When the girl didn't answer Blane backed away to begin searching his pockets to see if he had a rubber. How cruel were the gods if he had to run into a gas station to grab one when he felt like pounding something tonight, or this morning. He had just gotten back from a hunt when he picked up some random girl on the street. It was his rule that he'd clean up first but she looked so inticing.
"Hey what the hell are you doing?" Blane asked as he stared at the gun at the woman's head. Instinctively he brought out his own heat, two dual guns he named Blane and Blane. His mouth fumbled, Blane. His name was Blane. He turned the guns on the teenager named Blane. "Who the fuck are you?" he demanded. This guy looked identical to himself, all of course the hair but that was because his was dyed. Was this ... a half brother or something? Blane felt a sudden urge of anger. Did all his father's bastard sons have the name Blane? Bastard! "I'm not afraid to pull the trigger if you don't start talking." He said ignoring the fact that the supposed woman could, could be a vampire. He knew about the existence after all his mother had taught him and more importantly, showed him. |
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Post by Blane Reed on Aug 20, 2008 22:18:54 GMT -5
Blaze was taken by surprise. The kid was still looking to bang her. Really, he must of been stupid or something. Blaze shook his head and looked at the vampire. He heard the kid speak and speak. And look, he brought toys. Blaze gave a laugh a little, looking at the woman and smiled. "Like i said, i'm killing a vampire"[/color] Blaze said in a little laugh. He let his finger come down, and listened to the click the trigger made. It was soon followed by a loud 'bang.' A shot like that really killed this vampire. He looked around, everyone was already gone. Lucky, no one witnessed that except for the kid. Looks like it was time to explain himself clearly and fully.
He took out his other gun, for insurance. He pointed Ebony and Ivory towards the kid. He read his thoughts before he killed the vampire. He was thinking the same thing now. But Blaze couldn't have someone as a twin, he was over forty one years old, only person that could look like him was....his son... Blaze all of a sudden became shocked. He didn't know what to think at all right now. He shook his head quickly, shaking the thought. "Didn't you hear me the first time? Names Blane Reed, but everyone calls me Blaze."[/color] Blaze said once again. Didn't he hear him the first time? Blaze didn't really like to repeat himself.
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Post by blane on Aug 21, 2008 18:39:54 GMT -5
Blane gritted his teeth together as the other Blaze spoke so innocently. Blane moved his gun and before he could shot the woman the other Blaze did. He would have shot the woman without doubt if someone claimed she was a vampire, that was just the way he worked. Action now, talking later. This Blaze was fast, but he wasn't as good as Blane!
His mother named him Blane and it was a name he cherished because it was an unusual name. But to find out that another shared his name, another that could be identical to him. It pissed him off. It pissed him off alot!
He pointed both guns at Blane while Blaze pointed both guns at him. "My names Blane!" he stated angrily. He was mad because this 'Blaze' as he called himself was acting so carefree. In six weeks Blane's hair would grow out and the white would show from his rare hair disorder. They really did look identical. But did he want to kill this man? Yeah... But he was one step closer to finding his father. "If you don't tell me the truth I'm going to fucking kill you!" he threatened as he shot up one of his dual guns in the air to show that he was serious. |
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Post by Blane Reed on Aug 21, 2008 19:14:42 GMT -5
Blaze sighed a deep sigh. He killed another one. That was a step closer to killing them. Blaze looked at the kid though, he looked majorly pissed. Blaze could see the outline of anger in his face and more. Those deep gray eyes stared him deep. That reminded Blaze of his eyes, they were so beautiful and cool. But this kid had cold ones, not like Blaze's it had more of a hate to them. Not care free ones like Blaze did. blaze tilted his face, finding outlines of someone else he knew in that face. It was his name that hit him the hardest.
Blaze shook his head. No way in hell was this kid who Blaze though he was. Blaze only knew one other kid named Blane in his own life time. His son. It has been fifteen years ever since he last saw him. Fifteen years was so long, but the kid met the age limit. Blaze shook his head and sighed. "Is your last name Walterssen?"[/color] Blaze asked quietly. If this was his son, tehn it changed everything that was going to happen.
"If it is, then this changes everything. This meeting was bound to happen."[/color] Blaze was feeling like he wanted to cry in happiness. It must of been his son, it must of. There was no other way he could put him. Blaze remembered every detail about himself at that age. It was also a mix of Daria. Boy o boy, this was going to be epic, Blaze just hoped his last name was Walterssen.
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Post by blane on Aug 21, 2008 19:32:41 GMT -5
"How the hell do you know my last name?" Blane cried out shocked. Of course it was bound to happen if they were related. Did his mom at least get married to their dad or something? Blane would kill him, he would kill their father. Their stupid, pathetic father that wouldn't ever send them a cent, not that they really needed it. His mother was quite rich but she never spent things on Blane. Blane had to steal his way into the world, which is probably what his mother wanted to teach him in the first place.
"Forget that. I don't care. Now tell me where your father is?" He tried to say it in a calm voice, and he couldn't bare to ask him where 'their' father was at. He would kill this kid after he told Blane where their father was, then he'd kill his father. He'd kill any siblings they might have had, along with his stupid whore of a wife. Blane would kill them all, hell, he'd drink up the blood and put his father's head on a pike. |
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Post by Blane Reed on Aug 21, 2008 19:49:51 GMT -5
That was the reaction Blaze was looking for, but not what he was reading. His was disapointed in Daria now. Raising such a son to killer their own father? How low could you go? Daria must of said some nasty things about him, a lot of them to be exact. Blaze face went still for a second then smiled lightly. Guess she hadn't told him what Blaze really was. Must you keep out the bad stuff? It was just great though, Blane didn't know who and what his father really was, it must suck to be the bringer of bad news to the kid. Knowing your father is stuck lookig like twenty-seven forever. Blaze blew his white hair out of his eyes once again.
"Well, look like your mom never really told you who your father is. I promise your not going to like it but,"[/color] Blaze said kind of slowing his words. He looked behind his son and sighed. He then went lightning quick behind his sun and whispered into his ears ever so lightly"I'm your father and a vampire. Don't be scared now.[/color] Blaze said in a light, fun tone. This would be fun now. Blaze just hoped he told him the right thing he needed to hear.
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Post by blane on Aug 21, 2008 22:47:02 GMT -5
Blane felt the rage build up in him. All through his short life of fifteen years he had to go alone without a father. No one to be with on father's day or celebrate mother's day for his mother with. There was no father bring your son to work day for Blane, and there was no father telling his kindergarten class what he did for a living. All the other parents and children were talking in loud voices behind his back and he could still remember to this day them calling his father a no-show, a drunk, a loser, pathetic, a bailer....
Blane shot of a shot with his gun to the right of Blaze, missing him by a few inches. He meant to miss on purpose. "Scared? That's what YOU should be worrying about!" he stated as he aimed his dual guns for his father. So his father was a vampire, when did this happen. Before he was born... was that the reason his mother never married him. Blane all the more respected his mother more. She had raised Blane all alone, even more so when his father turned himself into a bloodsucker. |
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Post by Blane Reed on Aug 22, 2008 20:26:09 GMT -5
Blaze smiled. That was an explosive anger, just like his. Boy, he was his son after all. Though what was Daria teaching this boy? Daria must of shown him the wrong things treat him like garbage, give him guns that did minimal damage to vampires. She was a little on the wacked side. Blaze just shook it off though, not trying to think about everything. He just wanted to see what his son could do. Hem did want to kill him after all. So might of well see what his own son could do. Though he was only fifteen, so Blaze took it down to levels so low, that he could match his son.
Blaze just smiled lightly behind his son now. He flipped over to face his son and smiled. "Well, if you want to kill me, then do it. Let me just tell you this, your not going to kill me. Mot with those guns anyways." Blaze said with a smile. He put his guns into there holsters on his chest. He reached deep into his pockets and pulled out guns that looked the same. They were a little smaller than the ones he put away, but these guns had history to Blaze. He spun the on his fingers then pointed the grips towards his son.
"Take these, there probably more powerful than what your using. These are what blew the hole in your moms leg." Blaze was smiling a little. He remembered that day like it was yesterday. Damn, Jake and Jack were deathly powerful to humans, to vampires they did normal damage like a normal gun to a human. Blaze's new guns did two times more damage than the old Jake and Jack. Blaze hoped his son took his gun
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Post by blane on Aug 22, 2008 20:36:06 GMT -5
Blane's fingers twitched, he'd never had itchy trigger fingers before but he could relate to where those that did came from. All Blane's life he'd been a natural with a gun, he knew just when to pull the trigger because he could estimate the time of impact to the mila second. Now, now he wanted to act a bit unstable and shoot to kill...which is how he always shot, to kill.
"You son of a bitch! You SON OF A BITCH!" [/b] Blane screamed as realization sunk in that this man was his father. His father was a fucking bloodsucker. This dirty bloodsucker took advantage of his poor innocent and sweet mother. "YOU BASTARD. YOU FUCKING LEACH. I'm GOING TO KILL YOU!"[/b] Shooting this man would not be enough, he wanted to cause him pain. He wanted to rip his fangs out from his mouth, he wanted to cut off each individual finger and toe. He wanted to bust his mouth open and pull out each tooth. "You bastard. You fucking bastard!" Blane found himself yelling again. So he was the one that caused his mother to loose her leg? He was going to pay for that! Blane holstered his guns still not trusting the guns from his father but he didn't think they would explode on him. Why would a person carry around exploding guns that fired on the person who pulled the trigger? What could be a better way to kill a person then by killing said person with their own guns. His mother would be so proud of them. Maybe when he took his father's decapitated head to her she would compliment him. Blane aimed his father's two guns at Blaze and shot like crazy. He would not miss as he had accounted for his father moving or jumping into the air. [/blockquote][/font] |
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Post by Blane Reed on Aug 22, 2008 21:36:25 GMT -5
Blaze was smiling. Well he wanted to kill him. Thats was good, he was motivated to beyond. Though, Blane was taking it all wrong. He was letting anger get the better of him. Blaze finally learned anger was the worse thing to have when your killing. It clouded your judgment to the fullest. You needed perfect calm shots on a vampire, not unloading your weapon until your clip was gone. That was the wrong way, which Blaze intended to do. It would Jake and Jack only had one clip in each guns. So once you were finished with all twelve shots on each gun, you were done.
Blaze watched crazy bullets fly everywhere, but he had the plan figured by now. He just stood there, standing still not moving an inch. Thats when a couple of bullets went words him. Blaze took a spin step moving from the bullet, watching as it went through his coat. Then he spun again as the bullet went into his jacket again. As he spun again to look at a bullet coming directly at him. He spun the reverse way he just came. He felt the bullet come just pass his skin, leaving a little mark. "Now that one was close."[/color] Blaze said in a laugh.
He then looked his son in the eyes. "If you want to know, i made love with your mother before i was a vampire. If i made love with her while i was a vampire, you would be one as well.[/color] Blaze was still smiling after this all. He didn't know if his son was going to put up a good fight or not. If he turned down the anger and took control, maybe he could get a real shot on Blaze.
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