Little bit of Fun { Damian | Daikus }

[emme]

Addison was having one of those days. She had taken two different exams and worked six hours at the hospital clinic..on a friday. It certainly wasnt the way she wanted her friday to go and she wasnt just going to go home and pile up on the couch watching tv for the rest of the night. Instead she had showered and gotten ready to go out. It had been weeks since she had went out dancing or having drinks and she figured she deserved it. There was nothing better than relaxing at a club with loud music to make the troubles of the day seem less stressfull.

She had taken a taxi to the hard rock cafe. She hadnt felt like walking three miles in platform heels. The cab ride had given her enough time to call her mother and assure her she was safely in her dorm studying. She hated lying, but sometimes a girl had to go have a little fun. She made her way to the bar and sat down enjoying the scene around her. The bartender was cute and she may have flirted just a small bit when she ordered her drink. She paid him with a nice tip and scanned the room.

[sbs]

Towards the left of the bar was a man hunched over, the man looked no older than nineteen but the bartender knew otherwise as the bartender's hands gracefully created a conquction of Vodka and blood on the rocks. A veil of white bangs reaching down far past his chin covered his smoke gray eyes that surrounded the area with it's blistering loud music that seemed not to disturb the thought prossece of this almost dormant man. A long tail of white and gray hair hung loosely from the back of the male vampirian's head as his pale hand grasped the persperating crystalin glass before him.

Drapped over his shoulder was a long... tan trenchcoat that seemed obviously customized for the built stature of the male. His clothing appearing of that of a highly dressed buiseness man, though the dreme colored suit was simply a ploy to distract the many watchers that were lurking within the club's shadows. His legs and feet, covered by unseen iron greeves tapped gently agianst the metal framing of the stool to the beat of the music as the glass was raised to his pale and hidden lips, which curled around the glass firmly as the alcoholic beverage was consumed. He sat the glass back upon the counter half empty... or half full as a rare few would see it.

Whatever the view of how his glass was it didn't matter as a single finger that matched the sheer complexion of snow idly traced the brim of the glass as his eyes swiftly looked around unseen and hidden by his veil of hair. He sat there gingerly, wait... Watching... Listening...

[lucifer]

The raven hair reflected the different shades of the artificial lights that were flashing all around the dance floor while the man moved his body to the steady beat of the music. Dancing was a wonderful time to pass time, to get rid of all the excessive energy and to just let go and enjoy. There were other things, of course, but those required another person and he wasn´t in the mood for searching right now. Besides, there was always later if he changed his mind.

A song ended and another began, or was it still the same song? Hard to tell with some of the music they were playing. But it didn´t matter, really. He wasn´t hear to listen to the music. In his opinion this wasn´t music to listen to, it was good for dancing but lacked the charm of good, meaningful lyrics or good instrument playing. An art, for sure, but not one he could stand for long if he couldn´t move to it. Another few songs and another few new faces around him, smiling, leering, whatever. They weren´t important just now, just an addition to the dance, like props in a theatre.

Still swaying slightly to the beat of the music, Lucifer made his way off the dance floor and to the bar. He´d burned up enough energy for now and needed a drink. Bringing his hands up, he swept the long hair back, away fro, his face and smoothed it down. He loved it, but sometimes it was quite a nuisance as it tended to get in the way of seeing. By the time he got to the bar, he had managed to somewhat tame the long mane that had gotten messed up while dancing and climbed on one of the barstools. Leaning his elbows on the bar, he waved to the barman and ordered a Zombie. While he waited, he let his eyes sweep the club, searching for familiar or interesting faces.

[emme]

The place was crowded which she didnt mind, infact she liked it that way. With all the people coming and going, dancing and drinking not many people focused on her. Addison could easily sit back and just watch everyone, blending in to all the chaos. She sipped on her drink not wanting to get too wasted..atleast not yet. It was hard to even get tipsy on the sweet drinks she ordered, they barely had any hard liquor in them at all. She decided to glance again at the bartender who was busy making a drink. He gave it to a guy who definately didnt look old enough to be drinking and she couldnt help but watch him.

He had a long cloak on which was unusual for this type of atmosphere, and long white hair. The normal men faded into the background of the place, but he was hard to miss. She noticed his foot tapping quickly on the barstool as if he was expecting something to happen. She glanced around the room again. Nobody seemed to notice, maybe she was the only one who found it odd.

The only other person at the bar was a normal looking guy, with dark hair. He looked like he had been dancing and he didnt seem to be paying any attention to the light haired guy at the end of the bar either. She finished her drink and ordered another one. She started to debate about going onto the dance floor...maybe after another drink or two. It wasnt that she was embarrassed, she knew she was a good dancer. It was just that when she danced she wanted to be completely relaxed and flirty.

[sbs]

The gray eyes of the male nocturnai glanced over towards a female with almost chocolate colored hair. His lips sealed themselves over the brim of the glass once more as his head became tilting, allowing the drink to flow past his tounge and down his throat. He set the glass on the counter now void of liquid as he left a few dollars on the table and swiftly departed from the seat he had occupied all night. He walked diligently towards the woman as the speakers went mute for a moment before the subtle sound of cellos played loudly over the speakers.

The music was swift and relaxing as the mellow voice of a famous singer known as Adam Gontier filled the air with the song of Apocolyptica. As he walked next to her his smokey eyes couldn't help but make contact with hers. A pale hand was extended towards her, a neat and warm smile presented to her as the question escaped from his pale lips. "Care to dance?"

[lucifer]

Taking hold of the glass as it was set in front of him; Lucifer lifted it to his lips, drinking half of it at once. He was thirsty after the dancing, but the rest would be drunk more slowly. He wasn´t here to get drunk, after all. Looking casually along the length of the bar, he saw a rather extraordinary looking slide from his stool and walk over to a pretty young woman sitting not far from him. By the way he held out his hand, he was probably asking her to dance. Nothing too interesting, Lucifer noted with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

The song that started playing was quite interesting and a bit unexpected, on the other hand. He hadn´t exactly expected to hear any music really worth listening to. Not that he was complaining. Turning around in his seat, so he had a better view of the bar, Lucifer leaned back, elbows resting on the bar, the glass with the drink in his hand, so he wouldn´t have to turn and reach for it every time.

Sapphire eyes swept the crowd a bit longer, stopping on especially alluring or interesting faces and bodies, studying the way people moved as they danced. Some smoothly and beautifully, others less but still enticing while some just looked plain clumsy and awkward. His observing was interrupted by a voice coming from his right. Turning to look, he saw a quite beautiful young lady perched on the barstool, looking at him with eager eyes. A charming smile from his side and an offer for a drink and a bit of small talk before they were both headed back to the dance floor together.

[emme]

Addison had just began to sip on her second drink when she noticed the guy at the end of the bar slide off of his stool almost at the exact time the music ended. The new song was one she hadnt heard before, but could tell she liked. Addison like most songs, she wasnt very particular. She could get along with anything from classical compositions to cuban rap. She set her drink down and noticed the guy coming towards her, they locked eyes. He asked her to dance...she smiled and took his hand.

" I'd love to"

She walked with him to the dance floor, it was a bit crowded but she didnt care. She wondered who he was and more importantly could he dance? She had been asked to dance by a few men that were terrible dancers. Addison had felt embarassed to be on the dance floor next to them. It didnt matter how good they looked if they couldnt keep up with her.

[sbs]

A brief smirk tugged at his pale lips as he held her hand within his and placed his hand upon her waste. "I hope you don't mind my olf fashion form of dancing." He stated as they began to move in a waltz like dance. The sound of the classical cello's guiding their elogant movements as he spoke to her idly, "What do you know of Nocturnai.." He stated as they raised arms and he spun her, then returning to their original positions within the old dance.

"Nevermind the first question." He stated as his smokey eyes shifted around swiftly and diligently taking note of every cloaked figure lurking within the shadows, "I called you out here for more than a dance." He stated as they turned in unison and his charted each location of the men to presice location, formulating plans of attack and defence within his head. "There are several armed men within this club. None friendly... The question is do you know how to defend yourself." He asked as their dance countinued catching the watchful gaze of astoundment by many of the people on the dance floor.

He knew the questions might leave her questioning and contemplating his sanity but as the song stopped as did their waltz. A smile formed across the snowy face of the vampire, "Thank you for the lovely oppertunity to dance with you. Now I suggest ducking to be in order." He stated as the cloaked figures lurched out from the shadows baring automatic rifles and random bladed weapons. The firearm weilding men opened berrage after berrage of bullets towards the young man whom gently pushed the female mortal to the ground and drew his sword from his own cloak.

The blade spun and was held backwards as he oftenly and diligently swung his sword in close and vivid circles, deflecting the bullets into the others with blades as they fell to the ground molting away into singing ash. "So." He spoke idly to the woman as if nothing was wrong, "Do you have a name?"

[lucifer]

Sometime during the dance Lucifer noticed that Sheila, as the girl said her name was, and him were not far from the quite mysterious young man from before and the pretty lady that had been sitting at the bar before. It was a coincidence to tell the truth, whether a fortunate or unfortunate one, he wasn´t quite sure moments later, when he found himself on the floor, splattered with the blood of the woman he´d been dancing with.

He´d caught the movement as the cloaked figures had moved in for the attack and just had time to duck before the bullets started raining from all directions. Unlike the woman that had been caught by a stray bullet and was now a bloody mess on the floor with glazed eyes that stared into nothingness. A nauseating feeling spread through him at the sight. Blood wasn´t a problem, he´d been around vampires plenty so he was used to blood, but the violence, the shock at how fast everything had happened and the knowledge, that he could very well be dead too was a bit much. He always said he wasn´t afraid of dying, but this was not how he wanted to die. Not by a mistake; since the bullets were mostly aimed at the strange man from before, he had clearly been the target of the attack and it wasn´t just some mindless killing spree.

His hand shook slightly as he wiped over his face with it, feeling the slick wetness of blood. In the flash of lights it glistened almost enticingly as he held his hand out in front of his face to look at it. The screaming of people who were just beginning to comprehend what was happening drew him from the daze. Mindlessly everyone was trying to run in this direction or that, not sure where, but they were all trying to get away from the man in the coat. His instinct to flee also kicked in, but only lasted a few moments before it was replaced by cold rationality.

“Fools!” he hissed under his breath, glaring as the people continued to run here and there, bumping into each other and creating a colossal mess. He didn´t bother getting up, since someone would surely knock him down again, or he´d be pulled in some random direction by the bodies of people around him. Instead, moving swiftly on all fours, he made his way towards the man in the coat and the woman on the floor. The guy clearly knew what he was doing, unlike all the headless chicken around them all. He looked calm so he had to know what was going on and how to get out of it all. All the way, he was cursing himself for not having brought any weapon with which he could protect himself. Idiot, what good were the things if they were safely in his apartment… unlike him!

[emme]

Addison was very surprised with his dancing. He didnt seem like the type that would be charming on the dance floor, but he was. She smiled and started to sway with him. When he mentioned a word she had never even heard of she couldnt help but give him a confused look. What in the world was he talking about? Before she could answer him he dismissed the question.

He held her and talked about men in cloaks. She glanced around but didnt see anyone that looked violent or suspicious. She wondered if maybe he had a bit too much to drink, or if he just wanted to scare her. She skeptically looked up at him unsure of what to believe.

" ...yes...but I dont have anything that would.."

Before she could even finish her sentence all chaos broke loose. She was gently pushed to the ground and hooded figures appeared weilding guns that they were not afraid to use. Infact they were spraying the place with bullets, most in the direction of the man she had moments before been dancing with. She watched in fear and awe as he weilded a sword. She looked up at him, was he serious? How could he want to talk in a moment like this?

" Addison..."

She didnt know what to say, she certainly didnt want to..distract him.She looked next to her, the dark haired boy who had been next to her at the barstool and was now near her. He had blood on him and fear replaced her instinct. The doctor inside her wouldnt let it go. She moved just a few inches closer, keeping her head low.

" Are you hurt?"

[sbs]

The smirk then faded into an expression of stone and focus as a man approched with a sword. A clash of metal and subtle rain of Sparks hit the air as the blade tumbled to the ground infront of the two. The warrior actied quickly, fracturing the forearm with a single punch and then breaking it with an elbow all within one fluid and seemingly flawless motion. He finnished this combo with a backhand that showed ho strong he was, though he was not trying the back hand itself caused the attacker's head to turn abrutly, the motion so vivid and hard that it snapped the very vertibretes that held the man up as his now rag down like corpse was flung across the room.

Though it seemed as if he was a very powerful man, in all actuality that display was simply a small fragment of the strength he posesed within his arsenal of mayham. The steel greeve on his left foot conected with the sword as he pushed it across the floor towards the two as if mentioning through unsaid words for one of them to arm themselves. There was another attack, this time a man charged towards him with his rifle hurttling bullets towards the man with snowy hair. It was then that the man like boy raised his blade, angeling it so that the berage of bullets were redirected into the skull of his attacker.

As the skull ruptured, the headless boddy limped to the ground as it folded over itself. The attacker's grip released from the gun as the bullets tore his skull in a grotesct manner, flinging the automatic riffle towards the man who caught it and tossed it towards the two making the same notion for them to arm themselves for their own defence. The bloody Rapture continued as each blade strike was countered, and each bullet reflected into the masses of cloaked figures. Throats were slit, bones broken, bodies turning to ash as blood was spraid within the air, coating the area with the aroma of blood as a scarlet mist filtered itself into the air.

All dimmed down as the music subsided and the screams did as well, there they were left. The three of them surrounded by mounds and piles of ash as well as cloaks, blood and dusty ash fused together into a thick paste that coated the very floor of the the club. As the silence fell upon them, the flashing lights still continued, "It's not over..." He noted as his gray eyes now gleamed the matching hue of his hair.

[lucifer]

Looking at the woman, Lucifer shook his head. “Not my blood,” he explained in short. He was quite a bit amazed that she actually was perceptive enough to even notice the blood at the moment since most of the people were in a mindless panic that had them just continue towards the doors of the club, not even noticing if they walked over someone else in the process. Had to give her credit for still being collected enough to think.

His attention was soon drawn back to the man that the cloaked figures kept charging at. He obviously knew what he was doing, which only confirmed to Lucifer that he´d made the right decision in going towards the fighting against away from it. At the moment the people rushing to the exits were a far greater danger to themselves than the cloaked, armed men.

With almost an eager glint in his sapphire eye, Lucifer kept track of the battle going on. It was quite easy to see that the cloaked figures certainly didn´t have the upper hand, not eve remotely. It was quite a sight how they charged again and again, only to get killed off moments later. A sadistic part of him thought it a fabulous show, really. Pity that he couldn´t fully enjoy it since he had to keep scanning the surrounding to see if any of the figures decided to have some fun and take out the easier targets; which consisted of the woman and himself.

However, things abruptly changed when the sword came sliding over the floor. Grabbing hold of the handle, Lucifer glanced at the woman. “Don´t mind, do you?” Until now he´d been keeping low, staying on the floor to not draw too much attention, but now he stood to his feet and stepped just a few feet away, to have the space to actually swing the sword without having to worry about hurting her in the process. A few of the cloaked figures seemed to take notice of them both now. Though he didn´t know why they were even here, who they were and why trying to kill the other man, he didn´t much care.

When one of the figures, also wielding a sword, came into reach, Lucifer at once engaged him into a battle, altering between slashing at it and blocking the blows it aimed at him. He was more used to fencing, which had a tad more elegance and less force, but it wasn´t hard to adopt and just use brutal force to do as much damage as possible. More blood sprayed his clothes and face as he landed a fatal wound, slashing the figure open. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the rifle sliding towards the woman and moved further away to give her toe possibility of clear shots. And to get out of harms way since he wasn´t sure how well she could handle the weapon.

Not much time to dwell on it though since the next figure charged him, sword held high. He didn´t even try to make it all by the fine rules of fencing first with this one, but went straight into just getting it over with. By now he was quite eager for the battle which showed in the ruthless way of attacking the other, slashing, dodging again slashing, before he got an opportunity to ram the sword into the other´s chest, before kicking him away.

When it was all over, Lucifer was breathing hard, sword still clutched in hand, but had a satisfied grin on his face, eyes shinning brightly from the rush of adrenalin. Glancing around once more, to make sure there was no one left to attack them, he lifted the sword to eye it appreciatively. Sliding his fingers along the bland side of the blade, he eyes the blood that reflected in the flashing light, before licking at it. “Quite a show. You always get this much fun?” he asked the other man with a rather amused expression.

[emme]

Addison barely had time to nod her head at the black haired guy when more bullets came at the white haired man. She closed her eyes and put her forehead to the floor not wanting to see what was going to happen to him. She waited for a yell of pain or worse. When she continued to hear fighting she glanced up. He was still alive? She wondered where he had learned to fight like that. More rushed in and a sword was slid in her and the raven haired guy's direction. She barely had time to aknowledge it when he grabbed it and started fighting alongside the others.

Her heart was beating fast, she hadnt expected all chaos to brake loose at the hard rock cafe. She just wanted a few drinks and some dancing. She stayed on the ground, her head covered hoping none of the hooded strangers would try to target her. Suddenly a rifle was slid to her. She had grown up with a protective senator father, and he had made sure Addison knew how to defend herself with a firearm. She had even been in a few competitions, not finising first...but a close second. She took a deep breath and then let instinct take over.

She stood holding the rifle fully braced against her. Taking her time she turned the hooded figure most closest to her a fired. She didnt wait to see him fall, didnt focus on the blood just saw the entry wound and silently said HIT in her mind. She moved sharply to her left and fired again, HIT. She did this once more before the chaos ended. It stopped just as soon as it began. She lowered the gun and leaned over her chest breathing rapidly from the adrenalin. She looked up at the white haired stranger when the other guy asked him something.

[sbs]

"This isn't fun." He snarled, a low feral growl flowing freely from his vocals and out towards the young boy. His lips curled back, reveiling the ivory fangs that hung lumiously like stalagtites in the cave of his mouth. His eyes, once gray now burned Ivory as he surveyed the area... waiting. "It's survival." He finnished his sentence as he spun his blade idly in his palm, countinuosly twisting the blade to where the tip pointed forwards and backwards until he held it in his hand stantionary with the blade revesed.

It was then that two over grown and gruesome oger like being's walked in, their bodies large but distorted as they pleaded for more of the cloaked men to release them from their binds. "From apitiezers to the man course... get ready, I suggest you two taking care of the smaller men." He stated as with a simualantious bellow from the Ogre like men the sound of a metal snapping echoed out through the dancefloor as the cloaked figures Drew their swords and weapons. The white haired man advanced forward, seeming to leave an incoperal trail of himself behind him as he took his steps towards the hideous and overly mutated men. "Come Darkness..."

[lucifer]

“It´s a matter of perspective,” Lucifer said quite calmly and shrugged slightly. He was impressed by the skills the other had shown earlier, but certainly left unimpressed by the snarling and fang showing. He´d lived among vampires for far to long for that to get any sort of reaction out of him. Well, annoyance maybe and the association of a big snarling dog. That was about it. Though he wasn´t going to say it to the other´s face, since he was quite fond of his head where it was, on his shoulders. If the vampire got it from his mind, it would be his own fault for snooping, after all he coudln´t be blamed for thinking. Looking to the woman next, he had to admit, that she had surprised him with her shooting, he hadn´t actually been expecting her to actually know how to use the rifle, much less hit any of the cloaked figures.

His thoughts were interrupted by more figures appearing. By now it looked like the people had gotten out of the club, well those who weren´t crushed in the panic anyway. Setting the sword down for a brief moment, Lucifer took the time to tear a piece of sleeve from his shirt and bind his hair together in a ponytail. The shirt was ruined anyway due to the blood, and he didn´t want to get killed because his hair had fallen over his face and he didn´t see the blow coming. Picking the sword up again, he nodded briefly in agreement, since he had no idea what the hell the big things were and how to kill them anyway. “Be so nice and get rid of the ones with rifles first, if you can?“ he asked the woman, while already scanning the cloaked figures to determine how many of them had blades. Since he wasn´t quite as good with deflecting bullets with a sword, so he´d have to watch out for the others as well.