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Post by Marcuss Iscariot on Oct 31, 2010 13:38:28 GMT -5
"We had broken up for good just an hour before. Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh"
Marcuss sang out loud. He wasn't normally in a singing mood, but tonight felt different.
"Now im staring at the bodies as their dancing cross the floor. uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh"
He was so wrapped in his song, he just got to the point where he didnt pay much attention to his surroundings.
"Then the band slowed the tempo when the music took you down. It was the same old song with the melancholy sound, uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh"
He started to slightly move his feet, and sway his arms up a bit.
"They just don't write em like that anymore!"
Just then he caught out of the corner of his eye a quick figure shoot by. It was at almost inhuman speed, but he could swear he saw it. He paused in his position. His hand slowly moved up to his thigh where he had a hand gun concealed. Should he shout out? Probably not a good idea..
The streets were filled with snow. The cold air whipped across the town. It was dark, cold, and just straight up depressing. But hey, it was Russia right? A place that held such a darkness, a darkness who's roots were planted deep within his heart many years ago. In fact, the roots had turned more into support beams.
But anyhow, whatever was out there, it could follow him, and if it dared, try to make a hostile move. Marcuss had seen his fair share of death in war, in fact, one could say its his haven.
His feet crushed against the ice. He dug his hands deep into the pockets of his black trench coat. His head slowly turned to both sides. His careless mood was shattered. Nothing felt right now. He let his guard down, and something begins.. So typical, just like his days in Afghanistan. He made his way down the street, to his condominium.
He reached out with one hand to the railing, and slowly made his way up the steps. Still, he glanced behind his back. He was now turning paranoid. The door had appeared much slower this time. Marcuss took his key out, and unlocked it. He walked into his room, and was immediately greeted by the hot air of his heating unit. He took off his jacket, and placed it on a nearby chair. He then took out his pistol, and placed it on the table next to it.
Something was wrong, something was different.. He felt the presence of pure evil.. Was something coming for him, or was he just being paranoid again?
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Post by Natallia Anzhela Romanov on Nov 2, 2010 9:37:31 GMT -5
out of control You know what the Kiss of Death is like, you say? Well, then I guess you know that a Vampires Kiss is the same thing.
Alright, nothing to worry about. She was going to get this little mutt before it tried to get too close to her property. It was, as she said, her property. If it had been one of her vampires messing with the wretched soul, she wouldn’t care… but it wasn’t one of her vampires. It wasn’t a vampire at all! How dare a werewolf try and mess with what was hers.
That was why she was in town at the moment. She had to find this man, though human, she had heard of him as being a good assassin… at least she thought that was the word they used. She didn’t really know anymore, having mixed up so many dialects in the past. But it was finding him that was annoying.
Nat had all of the pictures she needed, of both the human hunter as well as the werewolf to be hunted. So she ran through the streets at speeds most mortals couldn’t comprehend. She looked and looked and looked before finally spotting him. She smiled to herself when he turned. He would see nothing for she would hide. When he started to walk again, she realized he was heading to his home. Well, how convenient. She had done all her research, thankfully, and knew of the place he currently lived.
The urge to want to scare him was great, but she didn’t. Natallia followed him silently and stealthily the whole way. She didn’t bother going up after him, having decided to wait a moment so he could get into the house. Then she would walk up to the top and knock on his door.
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Post by Marcuss Iscariot on Nov 2, 2010 20:26:05 GMT -5
Marcuss had already sat down by the time she came to knock on his door. He jumped up, startled by the sudden disturbance of his peace. No one knew of this loft. He once again felt the presence of evil. Beyond the door could possibly stand the devil himself. The aura of wickedness was very overwhelming. Even in the war torn lands of Afghanistan, he had never came across anything this supernatural.
He slowly and quietly pushed back on his chair. He came to his feet and reached out, forcing a tight grip on the handle of his pistol. He would slowly moving, shifting his weight from the ball of his foot, to the back corner of his heel. It was a technique he learned through years of reconnaissance to keep the volume of his movements down. He pressed up against the door, eying through the peep hole who it was. His jaw dropped. Before his door, stood an amazingly beautiful blond haired woman. And of course had to be Russian. It still not dilute the evil vibes that she gave off. But wait.. A thought ran through his mind.. what if she was acting as a pawn? what if someone who wanted him dead had followed her? What if she herself wanted him dead!? He would find out.
Marcuss ripped the door open, shot his hand out gripping her wrist tightly. He yanked her inside his home, tossed her to the ground and slammed his door shut. He turned to her with his pistol aimed directly at her.
"Who the hell are you and why are you following me!?"
He yelled out to her
"your presence.. what pits of hell did you spawn from?"
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Post by Natallia Anzhela Romanov on Nov 3, 2010 7:24:46 GMT -5
out of control You know what the Kiss of Death is like, you say? Well, then I guess you know that a Vampires Kiss is the same thing.
Natallia stood outside the door, wondering if the man would actually answer. Why wouldn’t he? She was beautiful… she was blonde… what hot blooded man wouldn’t answer the door for someone like her. Then again, from what she had heard of this man, she couldn’t count on looks.
She smiled when the door was opened, though that smile was wiped clean when he grabbed her wrist. She let him handle her with anger and distaste. ’How DARE this human handle me in such a way. Does he not have manners,’ she growled in her mind. This man was lucky that she needed him.
Then she was tossed to the ground where she landed. Natallia slowly stood up, trying to not lose her temper. He was lucky that she had four millennia of practice.
”If you please, it is not polite to point a gun at a lady,” she growled, placing her hands on her hips. ”My name is not something you need to know… but you can call me Anzhela. As for why I was following you, I… need your assistance for something.” She hated the way she had to say that. Humans, she despised the lot of them, but she needed this problem solved.
She let a smile cross her lips again. ”My, my. Temper, temper. You don’t need to yell at me,” she cooed, ignoring the gun in his hand. She had one of those looks in her eyes. The one that made most men howl. But this was not most men.
”I resent that comment. I am not a demon, Marcuss,” she made sure to stress the mans name. ”I was born in this great country, not in hell.” she winked at him.
”I hear that you are an assassin. And a good one at that. I simply need to ask your assistance in a… hunt of sorts.”
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Post by Marcuss Iscariot on Nov 3, 2010 10:56:09 GMT -5
Marcuss gazed at her. He had never seen a woman react to violence, especially with a gun in this manor. Usually a woman would be cowering, or frantically begging. But this was nothing new to her, she felt no fear, no intimidation, nothing by this deadly weapon. Either this wasn't the first time a gun had been pointed at her, or she had no fear of death. She claimed she was from this country, not hell. Yet somehow Marcuss had a feeling it was more than just two Russians that made this impressive piece of work. He then heard her mention his services in assassination. This confrontation had just turned into a business meeting. Usually his clients were older, and almost all of them male. Who could this woman possibly want dead?
"You know, if you wanted to inquire my services, I do have specific places I set up for these meetings, so that you don't have to come knocking on my door. Worst yet, im now gonna have to relocate.. And as for this gun, its staying right on you until this meeting is over, and your out that door."
He waved his weapon over to the left
"Go ahead and take a seat.. And tell me about this person you want gone.."
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Post by Natallia Anzhela Romanov on Nov 3, 2010 20:29:52 GMT -5
out of control You know what the Kiss of Death is like, you say? Well, then I guess you know that a Vampires Kiss is the same thing.
She didn't need to hear it from this mans lips that he was not going to move the gun, didn't even need to read his mind. But his thoughts were too amusing for her to not read them. Especially with how easy human's thoughts were to read... but she controled herself and behaved, not reading them... much. She did catch a snippit here and there. What she did read was hysterical to her. This human actually thought things through, unlike most.
"I will take a compliment where it is given but, for the record, I am much older than any of your past 'clients'," she cooed, in an attempt to startle the man. She listened to him and smiled. "I am sorry. I like giving things a more... personal touch. And I also did not want others to know of my meeting you. No matter where you were to bring me, someone would find out. As for relocating, that is not a problem. As long as you solve my problem, I will never step on this place again." she paused. "No one else followed me," she added.
Natallia did an over dramatic sigh. "Keep the gun on mee all you want. It could not hurt me anyway," she growled in detest. She hated mortal weapons. They were a nuisance. She had to live with them for too long.
The blonde vampire followed his directions, a bit grudgingly. She hated taking orders from anybody, but she needed this.
She took out the photos of the man she wanted dead as well as a detailed report on him. "I have done my research on him. Two of my... servents you could had gone missing... and a third had been making complaints of being harrassed by this... thing for weeks. I do not have the time to take care of this myself. Please, read through that and then you can ask me all you want."
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Post by Marcuss Iscariot on Nov 4, 2010 1:09:22 GMT -5
Older than his usual clients? How could this be? The majority of his clients were in their 60's and sprouting gray hair, yet this woman was claiming to be older!? There was something up with her. Something that made him wanna drop to his knees and start praying. But then again, what would that do for him..
Her client sounded legit. Detailed photos, a name, possible location. She would be making it easier than usual. He picked up the photos and went through them. One picture stood out..
"the hell is this?"
He held up a picture of a giant abnormally large wolf.
"Am I killing a human.. or an animal?"
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Post by Natallia Anzhela Romanov on Nov 6, 2010 17:43:13 GMT -5
out of control You know what the Kiss of Death is like, you say? Well, then I guess you know that a Vampires Kiss is the same thing.
Natallia smiled at him, running a hand through her hair. She had to at least act a bit more human than she had been. Any human could dye their hair or get rid of wrinkles… she wasn’t human, but she didn’t want to give away exactly what she was. That would ruin all of the fun in making him guess.
She watched him as he looked through the pictures and read the details, waiting for his reaction. She wanted to know if the assassin was liable enough. She wanted to know how he would take her when he saw the wolf.
It didn’t take long for her to get her reaction. He seemed a bit confused and held up the picture.
”Am I killing a human… or an animal?”
Nat chuckled. ”You are very thorough, Marcuss. If you must know it is a bit of… both. This creature is far more than a simple human. And the wolf… you could say it is something he brings with him everywhere he goes.” She paused, contemplating. ”You would not like the details of this man if I told you what he truly was so I’ll let you figure it out… Unless you really want to know.” A sly, sadistic smile crossed her lush, pale lips.
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Post by Marcuss Iscariot on Nov 7, 2010 12:20:04 GMT -5
Marcuss paused with the picture in his hand. She couldn't possibly be trying to say... No, she couldn't. Those creatures are just fairy tales, they only exist in nightmares. Theres no way anything even remotely close could actually be living.
"Woh, woh.. look, there are two things I don't mess with. Heights, and werewolves."
He threw the picture down. Looking at her with a look of horror, but trying not to show too much fear. Something gave him the feeling that this woman could detect such emotions with ease. He began to make his way to a drawer. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure she was still in place. He began to think of what kind of creature might possibly want a werewolf dead. And if she claimed to be older than any of his previously clients, yet had the looks of a woman in her 20's.. He was beginning to think that Underworld was more than just a movie.. He took out a silencer from his draw and slowly took out a pistol from the inside of his jacket.
"If you wont tell me what you are.."
He tightly put the silencer on.
"Then show me!"
He yelled out. Marcuss twisted around with the pistol aimed directly at her head. He pulled the trigger back. The bullet shot from the barrel with very little silence. No one outside the room would possibly be able to hear it.
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Post by Natallia Anzhela Romanov on Nov 7, 2010 21:04:12 GMT -5
out of control You know what the Kiss of Death is like, you say? Well, then I guess you know that a Vampires Kiss is the same thing.
Natallia watched his reaction, and she savored it. Fear had swiftly ran through him so quickly that it pleased her. He was an interesting man. ”You know, you are much smarter than you look,” she cooed, crossing her legs. She did not stand as he did. She did not pay much attention to what he was doing. She did know what he was doing though. That was the sad thing.
She had already come to the conclusion that the man had not a single silver bullet, at least not in the gun. That was all she needed to know. But he was slicker than she had expected.
When the man turned to her and yelled, she had not expected him to pull the trigger so quickly. She had little time to move so she did what any sensible vampire would. Nat had heard him tell her to show him what she was. So she sat and watched to bullet, a dark smile on her lips.
Slight pain tore through her, though that was all it was, slight. No pain was unbearable for her. Being shot did leave somewhat of a headache, though. The bullet had went straight through and it healed quickly.
The blonde let her fangs extend and glared at the assassin. He was not going to leave this room, she knew that much. Natallia was quickly in front of the door and blocked it. ”Now, this is why I hate your kind. You always try to kill us. But you don’t get it. A simply bullet will not kill me, Marcuss. I am far stronger than you think. Here, I’ll show you.”
She began to imagine a great war, blood pooling around them and people coming to attack. She implanted the illusion into the man’s brain for only a moment. She didn’t want to overdose him, in a sense. But this human needed to be shown. He needed to learn quickly to never shoot or decline Natallia Anzhela Romanov, because a simple illusion was nothing compared to what she could do.
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Post by Marcuss Iscariot on Nov 7, 2010 21:51:55 GMT -5
He looked at her in shock. At this point, he had managed to repress his fear. He was right. The presence, the figure moving around, the feeling of being followed, it was this thing from hell. From his guess of her wanting a werewolf dead, as well as the long fangs and superhuman speed, she was indeed a vampire. Unfortunately he had never believed in supernatural things, so he never packed silver bullets. He also was never the religious type, so he bared no crosses, or religious items.
"In the name of god.." he began to quietly chant.
Just then, images of war began to randomly pop into his head. These images weren't of his own. They seem to be that of a different time. Blood, death everywhere, and a mass charge of battle formations consisting of hundreds of men. These visions she thought up were nothing compared to the REAL wars hes actually been in first hand.
"Awe fuck it... Those images of war are not my own. You planted them in my head vampire. But something you don't understand.. We both call the same place 'home'. And yes, I am indeed talking about hell. Why don't you take a second to search my mind and find what real war is all about.."
He walked back to the table. Marcuss popped the magazine to the pistol, and set them both down. He showed no fear towards his vampire client. Because she was just that, a client. Dead or not, as long as she had money, he would do his job
"And what exactly is the reward for killing this lycan.."
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Post by Natallia Anzhela Romanov on Nov 8, 2010 8:25:04 GMT -5
out of control You know what the Kiss of Death is like, you say? Well, then I guess you know that a Vampires Kiss is the same thing.
She let her features soften, her fangs slowly hiding themselves again. She put her hand on her head and closed her eyes. It would take but a few moments for most traces of pain to disappear.
By the time it had vanished, her illusion had ended. She wasn’t surprised by his response. So what she had heard had been true. ”I know that they are not your wars, Marcuss. They are mine. Like I said, I am a lot older than any of your past clients,” she said with a smile. She took a few steps towards him. ”And I told you once, assassin, my home is Russia. I have never been to hell and I do not plan on ‘visiting’ any time soon,” Nat growled.
Seeing him suddenly become calm on the outside again, she let herself walk back over to the seat. The gun was gone, since he now understood that it wouldn’t do much good. ”I hope you do not shoot all clients that you ‘suspect’ of being different like me,” she cooed.
Natallia sighed. ”As for money. Let me think. If you do this well then I shall give you one million rubles,” she said. ”And, also, I want one of my people with you, if you do not mind. He will be out of the way. I just need to make sure that you do the job right,” the vampire informed.
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Post by Marcuss Iscariot on Nov 8, 2010 12:06:07 GMT -5
"Christ, im gonna have to go to back to church after this one."
He sat down and thought about it for a moment. The earth around him was far more evil than he ever saw. If he were to take this job, the best chance would be to get him while he was in human form, not even give him the chance to transform. Good ol' sniper in the bush routine would be perfect. He would have to load up on silver bullets, but whatever.
Marcuss then randomly began to think about a woman from the past. A woman he used to be close to. The vampire before him reminded Marcuss a lot of her. He had not seen her in years, and was unable to find her.. Yet she had a striking resemblance.
"Your starting to look familuar for some odd reason..."
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Post by Natallia Anzhela Romanov on Nov 26, 2010 0:39:46 GMT -5
out of control You know what the Kiss of Death is like, you say? Well, then I guess you know that a Vampires Kiss is the same thing.
Nat rolled her eyes. "Church will not help you, you know?" she scoffed. She thought it was a bit amusing, though, the way humans brought religion into everything. It was like they lived off of the idea that there is someone always watching over them. Too bad, no one watched over the wicked. If only every human realized that. Mentioning religion around wicked creatures wasn't the best thing to do... not most of the time at least.
She leaned back, becoming more comfortable on the couch. Thank god her and the human were at a bit of an... understanding at least. Was understanding the right word? Maybe, maybe not. It didn't really matter to her. She tried to ponder how much smoother this was going than she had expected. That is, until he said something that caught her off guard.
Natallia cocked her head and gave him a quizzical look, one that was surprisingly genuine. "Who do I remind you of, Marcuss?" she asked, now completely interested in the man. As interested as she could get in a human at least. If only she could turn him.
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Post by Marcuss Iscariot on Nov 26, 2010 0:46:01 GMT -5
She wanted to know who she reminded him of... Should he tell her? or just try to blow the hell conversation off.. What harm could it do? Then again why let her in on more than she already knows about him. But wait a second.. she was able to read his thoughts.. That must mean she may already know, and just wants to hear him say it. That being the case, his secret is far beyond old news..
"A woman who used to be in my life.. Russian, blond, beautiful.. Much like yourself.."
He stuck his hands in his pockets and stood straight up from his chair. He made his way towards the window, and gazed out the cold glass. His gaze lost in the white snow that flooded the land in front of him. He began to completely overlook the fact he had a monster in his presence.. He suddenly did not care.
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