A Darkness Growing (Open)

[Vincent]

Sirens filled the night air, flames roared higher as a building was consumed. The silver eyed devil watched the proceedings with a bored expression, one that revealed nothing of his inner thoughts. The man stared as he lit a cigarrete, inhaling deeply before letting the chill night air carry the smoke away.

The subject of his gaze was the Federal Buerau of Investigations building, New York division. A few hours before, a lone man had entered the building, slaughtered everyone within and set flame to it. Now, he was watching with a smoke as events unfolded. The past couple weeks had been rough on the former soldier, and it had almost shattered his grip on reality. Now, he was taking a hand in the world. Before he'd been content to let it drift by, a minor player. Now, he'd had enough. The world was ripe with corruption and evil, and if no one else would act, then he would.

Dressed in black fatigues and boots, weapon under his leather jacket, he was an imposing figure. Silver eyes and hair, he was an unreadable enigma. The cherry glowed at the end of his smoke as he observed from the shadows. More events were falling into place for him, an empire being built, and he was taking the last of his rest.

He let his mind return to the present, spectators pointing and chattering fearfully. Sirens blaring as Law Enforcement responded, Fire Department working to quickly contain the inferno. He watched his past go up in flames, and he watched his carefree nature burn to ash. Now, he was a cold and ruthless man, caring for nothing beyond his own agenda. He sighs lightly to himself, commiting himself to his course with barely a flicker of regret. It would be a long journey, and he needed all his strength.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

a dwelling place for demons

she's a cage for every unclean spirit

Grin spread wide across her features, Lyn cocked her head to the side and stopped her waltzing just long enough to take in the flaming building at the end of the block. It was like a piece of artwork, the flames licking at the sky and the low crackle of burning material echoing through the streets. People were a twitter with the gossip of the inferno, but it didn’t matter to Lyn the why or the how, just that it was.

And it was awesome.

Twirling a set of keys she’d stole—for no particular reason other than the fact that she could—on her finger, the bubble-gum-pink-haired vampire strolled along, hand on her hip, right down the middle of the street. Fire trucks blocked the road from other cars passing through and it seemed as if there was a blockade keeping gawkers at a safe distance, but Lyn cared not whether or not she was supposed to be there. She stopped behind some firefighters who had yet to notice her and leaned back, looking at them, then the fire, and then her lips stretched into a toothy Cheshire Cat grin and she strolled a little closer to them, leaning into one of the men’s personal space.

“I think I heard someone yelling inside the building!” she cried frightfully, her grin replaced with a look of concern and horror. “Someone needs to help!” And with that, she started past them as if to go in herself, but she was grabbed around the waist by another fireman and pulled back. There was shouting behind her, and then two firemen barreled through the front door.

Lyn was successfully driven back behind the barricade—after quite the show of struggling and declaring the men heroes—and she continued the farce until the firemen were gone back to the blaze. Her expression switched once again to one of pure amusement and sadistic pleasure as she straightened her shirt. She waited, her hands on the barrier and torso leaning far over it, and then it happened. . . . A section of the building collapsed and more firemen started to scream in their little walkies, trying to get a hold of the men that had gone inside. Lyn rocked back on her heels and guffawed with laughter.

Ignoring the looks of terror and lament—not to mention the bewildered and ticked off looks she was receiving—Lyn merely continued to cackle as she started back down the sidewalk on her merry way.

Notes: let me know if i should post normally.

[Vincent]

Linx pulls himself together at the sound of laughter, immediately identifying the source. A woman with pink hair, one who'd sent more men to their deaths. He watches her impassively, taking note of her appearance and characteristics. He might need the knowledge one day, and she definetly seemed a person of interest.

He slips deeper into the shadows, taking another pull on his cigarette. His eyes were cool and impassive as he watched the woman, feeling that something about her was out of place. He couldn't place it though, and it began to annoy him. He did notice authorities shifting their attention to her.

He sighs again, dropping his smoke to the ground, crushing it underfoot as he moved forward through the crowd, drawing little to no attention to himself. As he passes behind the girl, his hand taps her side to get her attention, "You're drawing attention, cops becoming interested." he warns her, continuing past her, drawing no attention to himself as he went. He had too much planned to bust himself out of jail.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

a dwelling place for demons

she's a cage for every unclean spirit

Slowly her guffawing turned to fitful giggles, and then a quiet titter as she got over the initial amusement of her little game. People were always so willing to help others even if it was a suicide mission. . . . To think it had really been that easy for her to convince a couple of people to kill themselves! She snickered to herself, pulling her sunglasses back over her face, grinning widely.

“You're drawing attention, cops becoming interested,” someone announced as they passed by her. The pink-haired vampire cocked her head and watched the person walk by. Her grin spread and she glanced over her shoulder and looked around until she spotted the cops he was mentioning looking in their direction—or rather, hers—and she looked back at the man walking by, her grin transforming into a sneer.

As he brushed past her, she reached a slender arm out to him and gently took a hold of his arm to spin him around and embrace him against her side. Her other arm waved in a wide arch above her head. What was she doing? Waving to the very cops staring her down, grinning a wide, toothy grin before lowering her arm and continuing onward, releasing her grip on the kid and strolling along. “That’s okay! There’s no such thing as bad attention! she giggled, winking at the guy.

She glanced back over her shoulder at the cops and smirked thinly, eyes narrowed sadistically. “Let’s see if they try to catch us or just let us go, shall we?” she crooned, not really interested in whether or not the guy stuck around. She wasn’t particularly waiting around, either, but that was because she loved a good chase! It was always funny how they thought they were the ones chasing her, when it was the entire opposite.

Notes: >< if it's too power-play-ie feel free to ask for me to reword it.

[Vincent]

He'd meant to continue on his way, towards a little coffee shop he'd been shown weeks before by another hunter, but an hand on his arm caught him by suprise. He blinks to clear his head as the woman spins him around eyes wide. Not since middle school had anyone been so foolish as to grab him! He had no idea of how to react!

Her arm encircles him and he immediately stiffened! 'No!' He screamed silently to himself, refusing to let emotion weaken him. It had been so long since he'd been with anyone. For so many years he'd wanted someone he could trust and confide in, to hold and finally know peace. He'd thought those desires, that terrible longing, buried and forgotten. Her touch and proximity brought them to the surface, and it took everything in him to deny it. He couldn't let it happen, as much as he wanted it. A false security always torn away. As she speaks to him, he shakes his head, smiling lightly.

"I've too many plans in motion to bother with the police. They can stand there deciding whether or not to accost us, and while they do, I'll be drinking a cup of coffee." he responds lightly. He catches up to her as she slipped off, nodding to his bike parked a couple blocks down. "Care for a ride? Maybe a drink? My treat." he says with a smile, allowing himself a glimmer of hope. Maybe he could find someone to be with, if only for a little while.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

a dwelling place for demons

she's a cage for every unclean spirit

Well he took that rather well Lyn figured, even though she might have just accused him of being her accomplice of some sort. She didn’t bother glancing back at the cops, figuring that whatever they chose wouldn’t matter much to herself, and nor did she much care if they picked up the poor bystander she’d dragged into the mess—

—but all of that went out the window as he caught back up to her and began a rather simple conversation. Neither annoyed nor excited, Lyn just smiled pleasantly at him, her eyes a little wider than necessary, and cocked her head to the side. “Coffee stunts your growth, you know!” she quipped with a giggle. Who coined that phrase, anyway? She’d been drinking coffee since before she’d become a vampire and she was a fine height!

“Care for a ride? Maybe a drink? My treat,” he offered, indicating toward a rather pretty motorcycle parked a little ways away, and her bright expression brightened even further. A ride on a bike? Some drinks? All of them paid for by this guy? Not to say that she didn’t have any money, but if she got to keep the money in her pocket and still get stuff—a feat she usually accomplished through stealing whatever she needed. It wasn’t like she could be stopped, right?—then what was wrong with that!

Not one to pass up free stuff, Lyn cocked her head to the side and smiled brightly, pushing her shades back up to the stop of her head. “Well well, that sounds mighty delightful, Lambchop,” she replied eagerly enough. “Such a fine little bike we have here! You can call me Lyn, Lambchop.” Most sane people might have given a pseudonym, especially when they were like Lyn and were wanted in quite a few states for several different reasons. . . murder and grand theft only a few of the heinous crimes she’d committed. Lyn welcomed the publicity and normally went out of her way to get it. . . . Like when she’d chased that hunter through town square, waving an umbrella like a lunatic.

Notes: :U rawr

[Vincent]

He chuckles. Lambchop being an interesting name a hunter would call their...shit. He considered for a moment her actions, flippant attitude and pet name. Then he considered his luck. Great, in all probablity, he'd just asked a vampire to get a drink with him, and hopefully he wasn't on the menu!

He nods when she remarks on his bike. "1952 Vincent Black Shadow. An old bike, but she runs good." he says, swinging his leg over and starting it up. "So, coffee or bar?" he asks, curious if vampires could get drunk.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

a dwelling place for demons

she's a cage for every unclean spirit

The make and model and year of the bike didn’t particularly matter or mean anything to Lyn—in fact, everything he said pretty much went over her head except the word Vincent because that was a person’s name as well—so she just smiled and gently caressed a single, slender and pale finger across a handlebar, unable to stop herself from imagining driving it through a building and running over some people and causing quite a bit of collateral damage. It made her giggle rather randomly.

Her dreamy expression was lost as the boy introduced himself and asked where she wanted to go. Her grin widened as he straddled the bike, and she followed suit. Sitting behind him, she just slipped her arms easily around his waist and quite inappropriately let her hands slide across his chest as she pressed herself closely to him, holding herself to him not around his waist, but hands on his shoulders. “Surprise me~” she crooned in his ear. Beer, coffee, it didn’t really matter much to Lyn, but the drunker he was the easier it would be to get him on top of her instead of this bike! She giggled to herself, wondering if his presence would prove to be useful in any other way tonight. In any case, she was getting free drinks and a ride on a motorcycle—that she would probably attempt to steal later—and she’d sent a few firemen to their deaths, so she called that a good night.

Notes: she kinda. likes to touch people.

[Vincent]

He allows a fierce grin to spread across his features, like a wolf in the middle of a flock. He revs the throttle, chuckling deeply. "My name is Linx, don't call me lambchop." he says, pointedly ignoring her carress, the invitation to her touch and her words. He revs the throttle again, this time the bike tearing off into the night. Fastest production bike built for many years, modded by the former soldier to be the fastest bike out there.

The wind whipped his silver hair about his head, eyes sparkling in the night. He knew just the bar to hit up, the bartender as close a friend as possible to the veteran fighter. He knew his speed was reckless, way too fast for a dark night, but he didn't care. His turns brought him low to the ground, bike nearly kicking up sparks as he leaned opposite to counter balance it.

A few short minutes later, a couple narrow misses with cars, and he was coasting to a stop before the bar, cutting the engine as he did so. Macs Tavern, a favourite haunt for men like him, had a genius for a owner. Mac bartended the place, and brewed the best damn beer around. He dismounts the bike, leading Lyn inside with ease and familiarity. The place was relatively small, but it had a sense of comfort to it.

Mac grunted when he saw Linx waltz in, already placing his standing order, a bottle of strong whiskey, on the counter for him. "Something for the lady Mac." he says with a grin, already taking a pull off the bottle. Mac grunted his acknowledgement and looked to Lyn, waiting for her order.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

a dwelling place for demons

she's a cage for every unclean spirit

Her grin spread wider as he asked her not to call him Lambchop, and she just giggled and pat his shoulder fondly. “Whatever you say, Porkchop,” she responded with a wide grin. The worst thing you could do was tell Lyn not to do something. She might not have called him Lambchop, but Porkchop was a close second. The female pet name she usually gave to women she ran into was “Chickadee,” so she wasn’t about to stop doing what she did!

She couldn’t help but squeal happily and tighten her grip around her companion for the night. The roar of the engine was music to her ears and her grin spread from ear to ear as he sped off into the night at breakneck speeds. The danger sent a pleasant little tingle through her body and she released her hold on him with one arm, twisting it at the elbow to hold her loose-flowing pink hair against her skull as it whipped about behind her. It was getting all sorts of tangled, but she didn’t much care. . . that was what brushes were for, after all! And the wild look it would give her later would be painfully befitting.

Linx turned a corner a little sharper than he should have and the bike tilted all the way over, almost onto its side. Instantly Lyn’s hand reached out and grazed the ground, practically ripping all of the skin off her finger tips, but she just cackled into the night air. A single thought of throwing her weight to that side and sending both of them skittering across the ground and maybe even into a few bystanders flashed in her mind’s eye, but she didn’t have enough time to execute her thought before they were straightened up and headed straight again, much to her disappointment. Maybe the next time she was on a bike! This bike, preferably (mainly because it currently wasn’t hers and she did love “liberating” things).

Ears ringing and chest heaving gently from the excitement, they reached their destination. Several times Lyn had had to stop herself from trying to take off someone’s side-view mirror, but she’d managed somehow. She climbed off the bike alongside Linx and flattened out her tangled hair, running her thin fingers through the strands a couple times until it was good enough, following him inside the building, giggling to herself a giddy school girl. “Oh-ho, man after my own heart,” she crooned with a dark chuckle, half to herself and half to the man accompanying her.

It was a quaint little hovel, but Lyn didn’t bother to take much time taking in the sites, striding confidently alongside her silver-haired new friend and leaned on the counter. “Mac. . . how clever,” she quipped with a cock of her head and wide grin. Leaning back, she touched a slender finger to her lips and adopted a thoughtful stare before she pulled her finger away from her mouth and gasped. “Ohh~ Whiskey pleeeaaasee~” she sang, sitting down on a stool and spinning around on it a couple times.

Notes: lol she's such a creeper. XD

[Vincent]

Mac looked to Linx for an explanation and he just shrugged. "Whiskey for her I guess." he says with a light smile. As Mac placed her drink on the counter Linx took a stool for himself, casting his eyes about the room.

A couple tables were filled, the regulars at the bar. A standard night, even a group of college kids were there. Course, his companion drew some attention, not at all the standard type for the place with her pink hair and manic eccentricity. He already saw trouble brewing with the college guys, but he just took a deep pull off the bottle, hiding his grin. Oh yes, tonight was certainly interesting.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

a dwelling place for demons

she's a cage for every unclean spirit

“Parfait!” she exclaimed happily as the barkeep placed her drink in front of her. She wiggled as if with delight and downed a good portion of it before reaching in her pocket and pulling out a nondescript lighter from her pocket, twirling it in her fingers and just playing with it altogether, spinning in her seat a couple more times before slapping her palms on the counter and rotating to face Linx, grinning a wide and toothy smile.

There was nothing good about that smile.

“Wanna see something cool, Lambchop?” she bated, dangling the lighter between two fingers before snatching it back up in her palm. It seemed she had already forgotten about his request, but it was only habit for her to call people by anything but their actual name. “Do ya do ya?”

Without waiting for an answer, she gulped down a few more swigs of her drink, then held in a mouthful of the liquid. Turning to face the floor, she igniting the lighter and then spat out the whiskey. It combusted almost instantly and the room was lit for a few seconds in a gust of flames. Once her mouth had been emptied, she tilted her head back and just laughed a loud, boisterous laugh before spinning around and quietly sipping at what was left of her poison, elbows resting on the counter and chin sat atop the tops of her hands.

“So Mr. Linx. What do you do?” she asked, acting as if none of what she had just done had actually happened, batting her eyelashes at the boy and cocking her head to the side, seemingly completely interested in what he had to say. “For a living, I mean,” she clarified, her tone at normal conversation level.

Notes: bipolar much?

[Vincent]

Everyone in the bar stopped to watch her display, the bright fire lighting the room unexpectedly. Mac frowned at Linx as if to say 'Why would you do this to my bar?' Linx however merely smiled and shrugged at him.

He was hardly suprised when she immediately settled and asked him a rational question. He finished off his bottle and taps the counter for another one, Mac complying readily. He takes a sip of it, meaning to make this one last, before responding. "A little of this, a little of that." he says with a light smile, chuckling.

"Overall, unimportant I suppose. A better question is what don't I do. I'm sort of a jack of all trades, doing whatever needs to be done." he says with a shrug, not really caring to go into specifics. He believed in client confidentiality afterall, and he wasn't about to break that for someone who batted her eyes at him.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

a dwelling place for demons

she's a cage for every unclean spirit

Oh it felt nice to have all eyes on her. She positively beamed at the attention she got from her display, but it passed rather quickly—though she could hear them talking about her, and that was all she needed to feel like she getting enough attention to make chill out for a little while—maybe.

“Overall, unimportant I suppose. A better question is what don't I do. I'm sort of a jack of all trades, doing whatever needs to be done,” he replied simply, nursing another drink. It was a rather vague answer, but just vague enough to be good enough for the pink-haired vampire.

Grinning, Lyn gently swirled her drink in her hand, head resting against her free hand. The skin of her fingers had already heeled from being scraped off by the pavement, but some dried blood remained—that is, until she stuck the four fingers in her mouth one at a time and sucked them clean. “Ehh? Is that so?” she said, cocking her head to the side, completely riveted (so it would seem) to his little story. She waved her hand at the Mac fellow and grinned sweetly at him. “Another please~”

She kind of acted as if she was already drunk, but that wasn’t going to stop her. She lied her torso out on the counter and reached her arm over it, making a grabbing motion. “I promise it’ll only be my second to last one!” she insisted with a bright smile before straightening up and turning back to Linx, head cocked. “So after we drown ourselves in booze what ever will we do next?” she asked happily.

Notes: xoxoxo

[Vincent]

He chuckles at her continued antics, already feeling a buzz coming on. He had a high tolerance, but large amounts of strong alchohol that fast tended to even the odds. Ke knew gettibg drunk was probably a bad idea, but he was beginning to not care. He'd gone through so much in his short life, so much pain and violence. War and destruction, both had been heavily laid upon his shoulders, and it was hard on him at times,

He sighs, eyes slipping to the past as he sipped his drink before replying to her question, or meaning to anyway. "You could come back to our place babe." one of the college kids said, leaning cockily against the bar. "Why don't you ditch gramps here and come with us? It'll be fun, promise." he continues patting Linxs shoulder as two of his friends joined him.

"Bad move." Linx said, smiling again. He grabbed the hand, twisting and slamming the fool face first into the bar to drop unconscious at his feet before turning to look at the other two, silver eyes promising pain. The other two snarled and charged in at him, and Linx seemed out numbered as their third friend leapt forward to help. They never had a chance.

Mac groans, already knowing that his beloved bar was about to sustain some damage. Linx locks the first swing, putting the kid in an arm bar, before breaking his arm in three places and dislocating his shoulder. The next get a punch in, right across his jaw, and it snapped his head to the side, and he staggered into the bar. He grins fiercely, kicking out powerfully, his boot blasting the air from his opponent before a chair got smashed over his head. He dropped blinking, rolling to avoid a stomp, smashing the side of the mans kneecap, breaking it, before kicking him in the groin for good measure. The man doubled over in pain, and Linx hit him with a headbutt on his way up. The first man he'd downed was coming back in, knife at the ready this time, and Linx decided to quit playing. He sidesteps, catching the wrist and shattering the elbow of the mans left arm who howled in pain. He wasn't finished yet though.

The fears and frustrations of years in the military, even before then, were upon him in full strength. He growls as his knee hits the mans solar-plexus, two punches breaking ribs, and an elbow across the jaw to dislocate it. The man was still standing, held up by Linx who then stomped out a knee, leaving him writhing on the ground, before stomping on his trachea, effectively forcing him into unconsciousness. He growls at the man he'd only winded who'd begun to rise, and he wisely lowered himself back to the ground. He turns, dropping money for the drinks on the bar, grabbing the bottle to go Mac left him, and tossing a few more in for damages. "I'm leaving. Come or stay as you please, I'm going home." he says in a gruff voice to Lyn. He hated people, all of them damned fools.