Its all fun an games until theres a [Blane] Blaze

[blane]

"God that's fucking sick!"

[/b] Blane commented as his father went to reminisce about conceiving Blane himself. Blane didn't want to think about his father and his mother, his precious mother. Not with this fucking vampire! No way in hell! He had been the only man in his mother's life (that he knew about) and it was going to stay that way. Blane would soon have her, and if he couldn't, ... well he'd think about that part later.

He dropped the empty guns onto the ground. He didn't have to worry about fingerprints because he had on black gloves. The dead female prostitute lay slanted against the cement building. He reached for his own guns, it was time to get to work. "I'm going to enjoy killing you"[/b] he said as he took off running the few feet away towards Blaze, shooting as he ran. Things were just how he liked them.... [/blockquote][/font]

[Blane Reed]

Blaze smiled at his son a little. Boy he had a weired sense of everything. It wasn't like a sense of bad direction, it was a sense of weired freaky kind of stuff. He loved his mother in a bad way. Not a mother way, but a actual love kind of way. Blaze was kind of amused by this. Daria had to be old by now, and probably had this gray hair color in her hair she keeps trying to hide. HA, it would be funny as hell to see these two together. Blaze quickly turned the thought on tha note. That would be weird.

Blaze didn't believe it now. He dropped Jake and Jack. Well that was disrespectful. That was the wrong thing to do, espically to Blaze's. Those were his most favorite guns until he got the new ones. Blaze eyes narrowed slightly. He got into a stance of fighting and moved his hand a little. His son was a little wacked out but meh. "Bring it on boy![/color] Blaze said in excitement. Blaze was ready or whatever his son would throw at him.

[blane]

"Old man," Blane responded as soon as his 'father' called him a boy. Anything was better than being an old man. How old would his father be if he hadn't been infected with the vampire curse? Fifty? Sixty? Whatever the age, he would be an old man. Half of his life should have already left him. Blane knew that he would have a challenge at hand but it was nothing he couldn't handle.

Blane continued shooting from his weapons. He kicked his boots together and out popped his clips in mid air. He unloaded his guns in a flash and did a backwards jump as the clips locked and loaded into place. Perfection. Let his father top that. He couldn't. He may dodge bullets very well but there was no way in hell the old man could load like Blane could. Blane was all style and all kill, no lame.

He landed on the hard cement as he fired at his father one round after the other. He would kill that blasted vampire or his name could no longer be Blane. The old man should just give up. Let me kill him instead of wasting my time and his! Blane could be doing a hundred better things then dancing to an imaginary rhythm and killing a vampire. For one thing, he could be killing a bunch of them at the same time. He could even be having sex, maybe with a certain special someone. But he knew that he would if he killed his father. She would be so happy.

[Blane Reed]

Blaze move his hands lightly. Swifting them to the ground, spining on his hands avoiding bullets. Blaze was just having fun playing with his little son. His hands just doing quick work around bullets. He was smiling the whole way as he dodged the first borrage of bullets. He still stood on his hands as his song did some weird reload trick. Blaze had better tricks in mind of reloading. Yet, he wasn't going to shoot his own son now. That would be bad. Daria would hate him more and more. He just kind of laughed then got ready for the next attack.

And there it went again, Blaze just doing the same thing he did before. Dodging what bullets came at him, though this time wasn't the same, Blaze felt a bullet go into his upper arm. He moved his weight onto the other hand and jumped on his feet looking at his new wound. "Ouch. You shot me, you fucking shot me! I haven't been shot in so fucking long."[/color] Blaze kind of yelled. Blaze was amazed on what Daira had taught him. She was am good hunter, but not a good mother. Blaze shook his head in disappointment.

Blaze knew it was time for another test. The Blaze test. Blaze brought out his two new guns and aimed them around Blane. he wasn't actually going to shoot right for his son, that would be wrong. Plus, his new guns could probably shatter his bones at close impact. So, it wouldn't be such a good idea to actually shoot him. Though if Blaze was injured, he would try to patch him up perfectly. He didn't want his only son to die now, did he? Probably not, it would be a stupid idea. So there Blaze went, shoot around his son, seem like he was actually trying to shoot him. As Blaze heard the slight click meaning there was no ammo left, well it was time to reload.

Blaze was going to show his son up on how really reload a gun. He spun his fingers across his gun, as it spun on his fingers. Tracing the grip down to the button, bring out the old clips. As Blaze's fingers slip out for the trigger, he quickly moved his hands into his jacket, bringing out brand knew clips. Before the guns even made it halfway to each hand, there were clips. They slid onto the guns perfectly. Thank god for quick vampire reflex's or else Blaze would not be able to do that in his lifetime.

[blane]

Blane laughed a very Blane-ish laugh as he shot his father. From then on it would be easier to shoot him considering he already had damage done on his person. And then soon Blaze would be done to nothing, he would have to run out of energy soon. And then when he did, he had better prey to his Vampire God to save his pathetic no souled body. Could there be a more fitting end then a father being hunted down by his hunter son?

He took note on how his father was re loading his own guns. So they were dueling huh-- to see who had the better style. Well Blane would show him the next time he reloaded, that is if his eyes could keep up. That wasn't the only way Blane could re load, he was very talented when it came to guns, as was his mother.

The bullets his father shot at him were getting closer and closer. If he wanted to miss them he would have to do some very clever dodging. It was quite a shame his father had never seen him in ballet class, which his mother had insisted on from a young age, as soon as he would walk. Blane took up a run, running towards the bullets and then leapt in the air so that he was dodging them by being at a much higher distance than the bullets.

He moved his weight to spin around above his father as he shot down completely upside down. Before he was out of ammo he shifted and landed back down on the ground behind his father. "Pathetic!"

[/b] he commented on his own father's techniques. "Simply pathetic."[/blockquote][/font]

[Blane Reed]

Blaze smiled at his son. He Was a talented one, that was for sure. Daria did teach him well enough to play with vampires. But, that was it. You could only play for so long, then it would get serious soon or a later. Blaze was going to go semi serious on him. Just to show him it wasn’t all fun and games. You needed to be good or else your fucked. Blaze watched him dodge, then fly above his head. He smiled as bullets came down on him. He was moved by now. Not letting a bullet touch him, already behind his so beloved son.

Blaze put a hand on his son shoulder and smiled. ”You are going to have to try harder. Though, it’s a shame, I must be off, I got bigger things to kill tonight.”[/color] Blaze said with a smile. He turned his back to his son, not a care in the world right now. He could go ahead and shoot, Blaze would only make sure he couldn’t shoot him again. Maybe a couple of shots to the foot should do it. He might probably need a new foot. Blaze sighed as he made sure to grip Jack just incase. He started to walk slowly to is car.

[blane]

"Bigger and better things to kill?"

[/b] he said under his breath repeating the words of his father. Blane wasn't exactly a science genius but he knew when he'd just been insulted. To think that this pitiful vampire had just insulted him, ... that infuriated him to no end. That blasted vampire, how dare he! "Bastard," Blane screamed. "Come back here and fight me. Don't turn your back to me!"[/b] he called out letting his voice holler. "Don't you dare turn your back on me, Vampire."[/b] He would not acknowledge his bond to this man. This man had no relationship to him, he was just a freaking vampire. A freaking vampire who had dissed him and refused to fight Blane. And he knew why the vampire didn't want to fight him, the vampire was scared of him, of Blane.

But all in all Blane knew that they would have to save their fighting for another day. There was still a small matter of the prostitutes dead corpse on the sidewalk where her brains had been blown out. She was a new yet stupid vampire. The police would be coming soon, it was stupid to not think they wouldn't. Everyone heard the familiar ring of a guns shot, warning others to stay away. Well the police wouldn't stay away. In the morning after the sun had risen they would be baffled by the disappearance of the vampire's body but this was a place Blane couldn't get caught by. And as he turned to shoot the vampire in the back he saw a familiar figure, his mother. "Mom?" he whispered to himself, it wasn't really a question but he was in disbelief that she was here, standing with him and the vampire who was DNA wise his father. [/blockquote][/font]

[daria]

Daria had been passing back and forth a beer in her hands. For a reason not known to her she slammed her beer against a wall and it shattered breaking into a million pieces. Blane would clean it up when he got home and he would check and see if his mother had any shards of glass in her skin. Sweet kid. He made her want to puke.

Over time you think lack of a leg would have little pain involved but over time it got worse. Daria rarely removed her replacement like she was supposed to. And because of that it hurt like a bitch! It hurt to walk, it hurt to sleep, it hurt to move, it hurt to itch, and by damn it lolly pop did her leg itch right where her fake leg meant real leg. She slammed her leg down, big mistake. Each day she woke up drunk, forgetting almost that she had a lack of half a leg. And then the realization would sink in and she would drink and drink until she forgot and passed out.

She went to reach for another beer when she realized that there was none. "SHIT. BLANE."

[/b] Daria screamed at the top of her lungs. The kid was a good kid but he sometimes wouldn't get her her beer, she would beat the shit out of him until he went to scurry and get her her alcohol. She wandered to his room and hit the door with her hand, that hurt. She could always just open it. "BLANE,"[/b] she screamed again as she now noticed that the room was empty. He was out hunting, she wasn't drunk enough to not know that.

She would beat the shit out of him when he came home. Reason: He wasn't there to buy her her beer. She would have to go and buy it herself. She hated the way people stared at her with her crutch. She could walk with her fake leg just fine but because she never took it out it pained her, there was a whole lot of swelling and blood. She had an appointment to permanently remove it from her for the time being. Doctors were bastards! This would be the seventh time she'd need surgery to remove the fixture. If only she could remember to take it off when she slept and wasn't walking, but it was humiliating. More so then walking with a crutch to relieve the pain.

She grabbed onto her purse which she had ten thousand dollars in cash inside and headed outside, arming the house as she left. Walking outside sucked but her car had been taken away from her as had her license, permanently. She had driven once without a license and they had taken away her car and she had paid a huge fine to avoid jail time. She had to pay a small fortune to some dirty cops and public officers. It wasn't very fun. So here she was walking to the corner to buy some booze.

With her crutch it was fairly easy to walk down the block in under ten minutes. She made it to the store and picked up a twelve pack. Of course now she was dilemma about how to get home with the beer. Fuck! She needed Blane. She left the beers on the counter getting an angry yell from the employee but like she cared? She was old enough to do whatever the hell she wanted, and rich enough to allow her also the privilege.

She really needed to get that boy a fucking cell phone. If he had one already she would literally beat him with her crutch. And then that was when she found him, twenty blocks from home just as she was going to call a cab. Blane and Blaze. Blane and Blaze. Without a second of hesitation she pulled out her gun, colored black and aimed it upon Blaze. She never thought those two would meet, but hell, New York was where they had first met....

"Blane," she barked an order to her son. "Come on, we're going! NOW!"[/b] She wasn't in the mood to fight with her ex lover even though they hadn't seen each other in nearly twenty years. [/blockquote][/font]

[Blane Reed]

Blane walked forward towards his car, not caring if his son was yelling at him or nothing. Blaze didn't care much when people told him what to do. He really did what he wanted when he wanted to. Plus, it was his son, why would Blaze risk killing his own son than anything else. It didn't matter right now anyways. Blaze just wanted to hang around and do something else. Though Blaze stopped as he heard the word 'mom.' Blaze turned his head, and low and behold, it was Daria. Bl;aze smiled as she was yelling at Blane. "What one?[/color] Blaze said whitley. He was being a smartass to her, just to piss her off.

Blaze smiled at Daria. She was still as pretty as ever. She might of bein older now, but still very pretty. The beauty Blaze fell in love with was still around in her. Blaze knew Daria would shoot him, but Blaze would shoot back, His guns drawn onc again. One aimed towards Daria and the other to Blane. Blaze's eyes were feirce and ready to shoot if they dared to shoot at him. His sly smile was showing off around here. "This party just keeps getting better and better. I should of brought beer"[/color] Blaze said in a laugh. This was going to be an encounter they would never forget.

[blane]

Blane was a bit confused and he hoped his confusion didn't show in his eyes. Why wasn't his mother shooting his father? And was his mother dissapointed in Blane for not being able to kill the son of a bitch vampire? He gritted his teeth as he held his gun out steady, pointing at Blane. If he fired now he wouldn't miss unless the SOB moved, which he would. Couldn't they just stay still? It would be much easier then!

"Mom?"

[/b] Blane questioned. He was unsure of what to do with two guns pointed at each of them. Of course the proper answer was to fight back. Blane could hold his position for up to eight hours at the insistence of his mom. Of course police might wander by anytime in those eight hours so they would have to hurry this up and fast. There was already a dead woman's body to his right side, she would though just disappear when the sun came out. [/blockquote][/font]

[daria]

"You know damn well which Blane I mean vampire!"

[/b] Daria hissed at the man. She wasn't going to use the vampires name, he was only going to be known as vampire to her. The pain in her leg was fierce she could use a beer even if it was a vampires beer. But they did say that dead men didn't have possessions so it would really be a free for all. Her gun was pointed at the vampire, she could keep her stance all day even with the pain in her leg but she didn't feel like it.

She didn't turn her head to her son as she spoke but only stared coldly at the vampire. "Come on we're leaving this vampire for now. He'll find certain doom elsewhere. He isn't worth a single silver bullet!"[/b] she informed her son. Daria put her gun away in her pocket, she didn't need to waste any damn bullets on Blaze. Blaze killed vampires and one way or another one was going to kill him one of these days. Sure she'd like to be there when it happened but she couldn't care one way or the other. She turned her back on Blaze and signaled Blane to follow her. [/blockquote][/font]

[Blane Reed]

Boy, she was in a bad mood. What was pushing her buttons? She didn't have to be rude or nothing. Blaze was only trying to clearly what Blane she wanted. They both were called Blane. But Blaze liked Blaze better than his real name. Blaze was going to change it one day. Blaze was too lazy to change it anyways. So, it didn't really matter what was going on. Though, she could take a chill pill after yelling at Blaze so much. You didn't have to be mean about it. "Daria, ex love, or whatever im suppose to call you now. You don't need to leave so soon."[/b] Blaze said with a smile.

He moved with speed, in front of Daria blocking the way so she couldn't leave just yet. "We got so much catching up too do." Blaze said in this great laugh. She was in such a hurry. Didn't want to stay and catch up. They had missed a lot. Fifteen years to be exact. Blaze had a lot of time to think and act for those fifteen years apart. Away from his son, and someone loving and caring. Though, those fifteen years made Blaze feel younger. Like he didn't care no more. He didn't really care much for life. He did careless acts of stuff now, never caring no more.

"Though, i think ill give you something to remember me by. I know this may come to a shock to you but..."[/color] Blaze's sentence broke off, as he went at a quick movement. He knew what he was doing, and it was for good reasons as well. He was behind his son, smiling ever so slightly. Was this the right thing to do? Blaze sure hoped so. He knew his life would come to an end by his own blood. He gripped his son from behind, bearing his teeth in a deathly way. He looked Daria's way, and smled as he bit down into his own sons neck. Sucking the blood out of his system. Blaze quickly whipped some of his blood out from his bullet wound, feeding it to his son.

Blaze's eyes were wild towards Daria. This was something Blaze enjoyed a lot. The one thing Daria hated more than Blaze, were vampires. Blaze ripped off from his son, giving him a hard push. "Heres something to remember me by, just so you don't turn out like her!"[/color] Blaze exclaimed to his son. He looked back at Daria, who looked to be shocked to hell. "Though, for you, this curse is what you brung upon yourself. So have a nice night Daria."[/color] Blaze said in a more harder voice than before. It was more iof a serious voice. A tone he didn't use often. His stare looked down at Daria with a mean look.

[blane]

Blane couldn't move as his father held him down. He watched his mother holding up her guns at the two Blane men. What would she do? Of course she would shoot! But strangely she didn't. And before Blane could open up his mouth to tell his mother to shoot his father sank his fangs into his neck. There was nothing Blane could do at this point. All he could do was utter out a scream.

"NOoooooo"

[/b] he tried to say once most of the pain went away. But he couldn't fight off his father in hand to hand combat. His father's blood went in his mouth despite his best efforts. He fell down on his knees in front of his mother, his fathers blood still dripping down his mouth. He was going to ... he was going to become a freaking vampire. "Mom?" Was his mother going to kill him? He deserved to die. [/b][/blockquote][/font]

[daria]

Daria held both of her guns up at Blaze. Blane was blocking a clear shot. She could shoot them both but she would really only kill Blane, her son. Even though she acted like she hated him most of the time, she really didn't hate him that much. "Let him go, Blaze"

[/b] her voice had a warning in it. But she knew, she really knew that things would never be the same again after this moment. "NO!"[/b] she screamed. In an instant she knew what he was going to do.

"Don't you even think of it!"[/b] She fired off a warning shot into the air. Now the police would come. Did they think she didn't notice the dead hookers body? She watched helpless as her one night stand lover and father of her son turned her son into a vampire. When Blane was pushed towards her she could kill him point blank, easily, or she could let him live. She bent down and cuddled with him. "Sssh Blane, it'll be okay"[/b] she said in a warm soothing voice. Daria glared evilly at Blaze, gun pointed at him. [/blockquote][/font]

[Blane Reed]

Blaze felt his sons blood rush up into his mouth. It was tasteful and healing. It was a good feeling, his wounds now closing tightly as he sucked his sons blood. Blaze fed him what blood he had on the outside. Which was just enough to keep his son alive and well. Blaze never took his eyes off Daria, keeping Blane as a shield so she couldn't shoot more holes into him. Blane still couldn't get that scream out of his head. He felt like he could cry doing this to his own son. He fought the tears as hard as he could before he was done. As Blaze quickly moved his hands around his son, slipping Jake and jack into his pants, along with his car keys. He looked into his sons mind. "Blane, my son, take my guns, and my car. When the time comes, find me, and end me. You will know when its time. Just one thing, don't tell your mom any of what you have heard in your head.[/color] Blaze spoke to his son through his mind. Blaze didn't trust anyone else to do this. He also knew no one else was going to do it at all.

He wacthed as his son went down on his knees. Blaze pulled away from his neck, knowing he was finished with his son. He pushed his son down to Daria who was quickly at his side. Trying to calm him down from what was going on. It would be hard for her to accept this. What mother wouldn't? Watching your own son become a vampire infront of your eyes. It would be a sight, but yet, Blaze turning his own son was a shocker in it all. Blaze didn't want to spread the curse its around to other people. But, like father like son right? Blane would know not to spread it around himself. Until he found his successor that is. Blaze found his, his own son that could keep the legacy of his family alive. "I let him go."[/color] Blaze said as jumped back