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[SABEN MEINHARD]

Another trip over to the club. That's what was on Saben's mind as he made his way through the city at night. A light snow had just fallen, lightly covering the ground in the white stuff. Saben didn't get too cold that easily, but tonight was a bit much. So before leaving, he put on a heavier black coat, with a lighter black coat on top of it, and black boots. To blend in with the club scene, his lips were black (which actually wasn't all that uncommon for him, he liked the look), there was a black, spiked choker around his neck, and one eye was brown while the other was white, thanks to contacts. The stuff he wore drew a few looks and stares from people he passed by, and the inner red lining out the outer coat just made him seem more menacing. Which was good for humans and anyone else who dared to approach him. Saben was the type you'd never, ever want to come across.

Why you ask? To put it short, he was truly a cruel and evil bastard. He targeted people for no reason, other than wanting to have some fun, and often tortured them for his own little games. Either that, or he just straight up killed them, but torture methods were more entertaining. And as he made his way towards the club, he was hoping to get in some fun and a bit of bloodshed. Or a lot. Either way worked for him. So once he actually reached the club, he was immediately cleared by the bouncers. Walking into one of the main entrances, he was engulfed by the loud pulsating techno music, the lights, and of course, the smell. There were a mixture of species here, humans, and vampires mainly. The two kinds he hated the most. In his opinion though, humans were more fun to play with. Especially the ones who were completely unaware of the existence of the supernatural.

That being said, he stepped further into the club, making his way through the crowds as he headed towards the bar. More than likely, more than half of these people were already drunk or drugged up. The worst ones probably stayed at the bar, which was why he made it his target. And as he was walking through, he noticed a few women glance his way and smile. If they wanted to pick him out instead of him picking them, that was fine. As long as he got what he wanted. And with the lighting in the building, his were easily one of the things that stood out the most. Sure, they didn't glow per say, but you could still see them in the dark. It was all part of his plan though, to draw some attention to himself without looking too out of the ordinary. So he then took a seat at the bar, ordering himself something simple as he waited for someone to take interest. When he saw someone cross in the line of his sight, he looked up to see the bar tender.

"Here on your own?" He said with a smile, just out of pure interest. After taking a swig from his drink, Saben returned his gaze to the man. "Could be. Why?" The bartender gave a small laugh, leaning some on the bar. "No real reason. It's just that people usually come here with friends at least, you know, maybe to look for a small date?" A hint of a smile came to the corner of Saben's lips and he took another swig. "Who said I can't go solo?" The guy snickered again and nodded some before noticing some new customers come to the bar. "True...you've got a point there." He said, looking at Saben one last time before moving off to attend to the new comers. Now he was on his own again, with empty seats on both sides of him. It was back down to the waiting game, but he had all night anyway. Patience, for once, wasn't an issue this time around.

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Tag: Lyn
Word Count: 693
Notes: -
Lyrics: Mein Teil - Rammstein
Template: Ryder

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

there's more than meets the eye

symbolic woman sits on her throne but hate strips her and

“A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go, heigh ho, the dairy-o, a hunting we will go!”

Continuing the song with humming, Lyn skipped merrily down the side of the road, this time choosing not to walk straight down the middle like she had been known to: the game of twenty-car pileup got old when you did it too often! The freshness just zipped away and it got too stale and bland for it to taste any good!

Wait. Was she thinking about cars crashing or crackers? She paused for a moment, then decided both and carried on.

Donning a flamboyant, florescent-yellow dress with a big smiley face smack dab in the center of it and a matching pair of yellow high top converse, she was definitely hard to miss as she skipped down the sidewalk, and she got quite a few looks from people she walked by. The yellow hair piece on her head contrasted stunningly against her bright, bubblegum-pink hair and just brought the entire outfit to a close. Lips pursed, she added a little whistle to the rhythmic skipping.

Then the pounding of a bass and the shifting of bodies, the scent of hot-blooded teens and adults and “immortals” alike caught her attention and she stopped mid-skip, front leg in the air with her knee even with her belly-button, one hand up and one hand down.

A club!

Grinning from ear-to-ear, Lyn headed straight to the beginning of the line and put on the best smile she could, flipping her hair at the bouncer. He eyed her for a moment and then stepped aside to allow her in.

“Thanks, Lambchop~” she said, winking at him and then blowing a kiss to the people who were stuck standing in line while they waited for the club to clear out a little more before they were allowed inside. Looking this good never worked out so well for! Okay, it worked out quite a bit for her, but the most likely case was that the bouncer knew that pink hair anywhere! Not letting her in would have been a terrible mistake.

The bouncer now in the hospital could attest to it!

“A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go, we'll catch a fox and put him in a box, and then we'll let him go!” she sang quietly to herself, glancing around the area for a moment before scrambling up on top of a table and knocking over a plate of fries. Needless to say the people who bought the fries complained quite loudly about it, but she just planted the sole of a shoe against his face and used him to balance herself, hands on her hips.

“A hunting! We will gooooo!” she called loudly, musical voice heard quite well over the sound of the music. When she really wanted to, Lyn could project her voice quite well.

Glancing around at the people who looked at her, Lyn grinned even wider and then jumped off the table, allowing the man to double over and his poor crushed nose—which to Lyn’s disappointment and amusement wasn’t broken—and then waved her hand over her head as she walked through the crowd of people giving her a dumbfounded look: no way was she already drunk!

“Whiskey! A whole bottle of it! The most expensive one you have! Warm or cold, I don’t care, I just want it pa-ronto!” she said, climbing up on a bar stool and lying halfway on the counter, arms reaching toward the bar tender as she giggled. He got her the drink a little reluctantly, and she righted herself in order to pull out the stopper and guzzle half the bottle down in one pull. Warm! Just like she said she didn’t care if it was! Slamming the bottle down on the counter, she gasped loudly and said “Thank ya kindly Mr. Bartender Man Sir!”

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[SABEN MEINHARD]

The music still pulsed through the speakers, each song keeping the bodies moving along the dance floor. Even though Saben was more sensitive to it, he'd been around similar things long enough to grow used to it. So he quickly downed the rest of his drink before ordering a second and looking up to gaze at the ravers. He didn't spot anyone of particular interest yet, but sooner or later, he had a feeling that that would change. Clubs always had their fair share of interesting people, whether they welcomed or not. Back when he was in Germany, there was always this one guy would come in and drink his ass off until he was nearly passed out. On some occasions, he actually would bite the dust for awhile and they'd have to wake him back up. It was when he started causing trouble though, that they booted him away from the club for good. Even then, that didn't keep him away at times. He'd come back and be arrested, or at least that's what the police said.

No sooner did that thought cross his mind, is when Saben caught on to a voice over the pounding music. Looking back up once again, he observed a younger woman dance around the club before jumping up onto a table and placing her foot into some guy's face. Quirking a brow, he watched her antics as she continued to sing. It wasn't just her behavior that Saben caught on to, but her choice of clothing as well. A bright yellow dress with a smiley face in the middle wasn't something he expected to see at a club, but then again, this was New York. It seemed like anything could happen here. So he continued to watch her for a moment, but only until she stepped off and away from the table. At that point, Saben turned back to his drink. "Crazy bitch." He muttered to himself. One other thing he had noticed, was the fact that she was a vampire. Typically, werewolves and vampires didn't go very well together. Saben was a case example.

Of course, his statement wasn't to say that he was sane himself. Oh no, he was the exact opposite, and he knew this. It didn't bother him one bit though about being insane, in fact, he actually liked it. If someone were to call him crazy, which has happened plenty of times, he took it as a compliment. As he put it, Insane was the new happy. Without it, there wouldn't be any fun in the world! But at times, he had to disguise it to get people to fall for his trap, which was exactly what he was doing at the moment. And as the younger woman strolled over and sat next to him, his gaze went back to her as he watched her slump over the table to speak to the bartender. "Do you normally act like this, or do you have more alcohol to blame?" He asked. The German accent he spoke with was natural, not forced. And although it was still rather thick, he was very much understandable. At times, it helped get people's interest as well, another factor that was key in gaining their trust.

For this girl though, he decided to look her over some more before making a final decision. Would she make the perfect victim for him? Did it look as if she could fight back? These were all things that he took into consideration, but his expression and behavior never showed it. To others, he'd just seem like any other patron in this club. Or at least that's what he hoped. If a person found out that you wanted to kill them, or if you attempted to, it wouldn't be long before they run off and tell someone. For that reason, Saben wanted to keep things under wraps for as long as possible. That on mind though, the club was crowded, which had both its positives and negatives. In situations like this, he's done numerous things to better his chances for things. He's even invited women over to his home for some "fun", as he put it. But his version of fun was never what they expected. It was more like torture and bloodshed, along with a few games thrown in as well. Every once and awhile though, he didn't mind killing people in crowded areas. So long as the environment was favorable for it.

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Tag: Lyn
Word Count: 766
Notes: -
Lyrics: Mein Teil - Rammstein
Template: Ryder

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

there's more than meets the eye

symbolic woman sits on her throne but hate strips her and

From next to her a man spoke and Lyn very nearly jumped out of her own skin! When had there been someone sitting next to her?! The whole time? Oh. Well never mind then. She hadn’t noticed the man next to her at all until he’d spoken to her.

She blinked at him, looking dumbfounded for a second, but then her expression exploded into a grin so wide it looked as if it might just break her face. Pearly whites flashed and she cocked her head to the side before taking a swig. What had he asked her? If she was like this all the time or if she was going to blame the alcohol for it? What silly question that was! Lyn giggled at the very prospect of her getting drunk and just waved her hand at the man and took yet another drink from her whiskey bottle.

“Silly willy walnut head! I’m a vampire! We don’t get drunk!” she explained loudly, obviously not caring at all who heard her. It was her mission in life to make sure people knew who she was, right? She seemed to just bathe in the weird looks and the whispers that ensued with those around her who heard.

Besides. . . what did this man care? He wasn’t human either!

At least that’s what Lyn thought. He might have been human and she was just hallucinating or something. . . . Wait. . . did she hallucinate? No, no she was fairly certain she never did!

Spinning in her chair playfully—she even added in a gleeful “wheeee!” as she did—Lyn let it cycle around three times before it slowed to a stop, her back against the counter and her whiskey bottle (three quarters empty) held just above her head. Grinning, she turned to the man next to her and cocked her head again. “What’s it to ya, Lambchop?”

a cage for every unclean spirit every dirty bird

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[SABEN MEINHARD]

Upon speaking to her, he noticed that it seemed to come as a surprise to her. Obviously, she hadn't seen him or she wasn't expecting him to speak. As she looked at him dumbfounded though, a grin soon spread wide across her face. At that moment, Saben relied on hope that she wasn't one of those bubbly, preppy type of girls. He absolutely couldn't stand their type for the life of him. He had a feeling though that while she may be...bubbly in her own way, she wasn't preppy. He doubted a prep would kick someone in the face, well, unless they had one of those stupid boyfriend arguments maybe, but that was about it. Seeing this, Saben continued further in prodding around a bit. And when he heard her mention that she was a vampire, he huffed. "A vampire. That's just great. Like we need anymore leeches around." After taking a swig of his drink and setting the glass down, he noticed that some of the gazes had shifted over to him as well.

There were still a lot of humans around who didn't know about the existence of the "supernatural". They just thought it was all made up and put into fairy tales. Oh how wrong they were, and Saben loved exposing the truth the hard way. If people didn't believe he was actually a werewolf, it was always fun to prove to them that he was. He's come across situations where people laughed at him for "thinking of such things". In the end though, he was the one who got the last laugh. It was ignorance at its best, and ignorance was clearly showing as the people in the bar still eyed him. Ignoring them for the time being, Saben quirked a brow once more as the younger woman spun around in her chair. She really was quite a person. Obviously hyper, but annoying as well. It didn't help either when she called him "lambchop", which prompted Saben to give her even more of a look.

"Lambchop?" He asked. His expression changed soon after that, and he snickered. "Alright. First off, don't call me that...unless you fancy me skinning you alive. Second, I'll be honest and say that you're already annoying me. I don't get along with vampires." After being called lambchop, Saben decided to give up the act. He hated being called "cute" names, or what he perceived to be cute ones. Things such as mutt, lassie, or flea bag were fine with him, or even Clifford. However, lambchop wasn't one of the names that he accepted. Why? Hell, even he didn't know. There were just certain things that pushed his buttons. So Saben looked away from her for a moment, and noticed more patrons staring at him. Probably for that skinning alive statement of his. Once he caught their gaze though, they quickly looked away to make it seem as if they were never looking in the first place. Damn humans.

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Tag: Lyn
Word Count: 514
Notes: Eh, that was a crappy post. T_T Brain fart.
Lyrics: Mein Teil - Rammstein
Template: Ryder

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

there's more than meets the eye

symbolic woman sits on her throne but hate strips her and

Lyn smiled and swiveled in her seat before rolling her eyes and giving an exasperated little sigh. She just brushed his insult off like it was a piece of dust, not even registering it as an insult in the first place. “I know right? This city is just crawling with vampires! Everywhere you turn! Vampire here. . . vampire there. . . vampires errrverywhere!” she agreed whole-heartedly. It was even hard to tell that there was an itty bitty little lace of sarcasm keeping her words nice and warm and snug!

How amusing! She’d met one of the stereotypical werewolves who hated vampires! Such a strange notion, too, when she herself enjoyed the company of all species equally! After all. . . they all bled the same way when they were stuck like a pig!

Ho-ho! It got even more interesting when he decided that he didn’t like the little pet-name she’d chosen for him! Or rather. . . the pet-name she usually wound up calling all of the men she came across in her life. Her grin just got bigger, though, and she tilted her head innocently to the side, her hands folded neatly in her lap. It wasn’t the cutest little pose ever. “Do ya promise? I’ve never been skinned before! I hear it’s quite unpleasant!” she piped up with a giggle. “I think I might fancy a nice skinning session! This skin I’m in now has gotten terribly old. . . think it’s time for a fresh layer!”

Things just got better! She couldn’t help but giggle when he said she was annoying him. That meant it was only a matter of time before he got so mad he hit her! Or tried to bite her or shoot her or slice her. . . any number of it would have been perfect! “Somebody’s got a frowny face~” she teased, not at all caring what he thought about her.

And she definitely was not about to quit calling him Lambchop! She simply just had to do things she was told not to!

Why? Just because.

a cage for every unclean spirit every dirty bird

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[SABEN MEINHARD]

Why did he have to have the misfortune of coming across such a person? Her behavior was bad enough, and he hated the smell of vampire as well. Giving a sigh of his own, he took one last swig of his drink and finished off what he had. Then he signaled the bar tender to get him some more before addressing the girl again. "Everywhere until I kill a few of 'em." He said to her, his gaze focused in front of him instead of on the girl. His posture was rather relaxed as well, not tense or showing any of the stress she was giving him. And as far as his statement, sure, he could kill a few vampires. Though he knew there'd still be a lot more around. If he killed a handful, another handful would pop up somewhere else. It was a never ending cycle, but he'd gotten used to it. Being in existence with them for over one hundred years, you sort of had to. Although it was still fun to slaughter them when he could.

When the bartender brought him another drink, it was then that he heard the girl speak to him again, this time about the threat he made. However, he was rather surprised by her answer, not expecting her to take it the way she did. At the least, he thought she'd come back at him with some stupid, snarky comment. His annoyance still remained though, and being the blunt and honest person he was, he was going to show it. "I'd be more than happy to show you just how unpleasant it is. For you at least. For me, I'd have a grand ol' time." Now, has he ever really skinned anyone alive? Of course! This was Saben we were talking about. The crazy ass, psychotic, and cruel bastard who got a kick out of seeing others in pain. He killed and tortured for the hell of it, and it always drew a smile to his face. Thing was, if he tried to skin a human, they never lived too long. They'd eventually bleed out, an unfortunate circumstance for him.

Around the bar, people were beginning to get up and leave, obviously freaked out or uncomfortable with their conversation. But hey, it was the reality of who he was and what he did. If they didn't want to listen to it, they didn't have to. So from there, Saben finally turned his gaze back to the vampire when she spoke to him. "What did you come here for anyway? Certainly not to annoy me to death." Like him, she had come on her own, but Saben had come for trouble. What exactly she was looking for, came across his interest now that he took everything into consideration. For one, she pranced in here and stood up on a table, kicking a guy in the face in the process. By now, he was certain that she didn't come looking for some date, that, he could tell by her behavior. What made things more interesting, was when she acknowledged that she wouldn't mind being skinned by him, a rarity for most of course. So she was either joking, or some form of a masochist.

As for himself, he was a sadomasochist. He took pleasure from physical pain, although not much in a sexual way. It could be his own, or the pain of someone else. Either way, he found it very much enjoyable. He was also a pyromaniac and a cannibal, which helped to feed that sadomasochist side of him...no pun intended. All that, was beside the point though. As much as this girl annoyed him, the skinning alive part had caught his interest, and he was willing to dig in deeper.

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Tag: Lyn
Word Count: 640
Notes: -
Lyrics: Mein Teil - Rammstein
Template: Ryder

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

there's more than meets the eye

symbolic woman sits on her throne but hate strips her and

Lyn’s smile broadened and she clapped her hands once, loudly, startling the man next to her who had been in conversation with the bartender. “Ooooh! Population control! That’s my favorite game!” she said happily, unfazed by his obvious attempts to get some sort of rise out of her. Maybe he was used to having vampires get upset when he talked about killing their own kind? Pfft! Lyn didn’t care! Whatever floated his boat and didn’t sink hers!

And it was hard to sink Lyn’s boat.

He just had to continue to tease her, didn’t he? Promising things he probably had no intention of actually doing once he found out just how much fun she would get out of it! It made her wiggle with delight, though, the very thought of having her flesh rent from her muscles. . . oh there would be so much blood~

“H’okay! It sounds like a date! Your place or mine? I just have one request. . . could you use a dull blade? It’s so much more fun when the blade is dull! Oooh I haven’t been this excited in a while!” she squealed quietly, waving the whiskey bottle around, yet somehow miraculously managing not to spill a single drop until she decided to poor more down her gullet, increasing the level of alcohol that wouldn’t do a single thing to her system. No, she was always like this!

Why? Just because.

It was hard to tell whether or not she was joking, but she was all sorts of serious.

D’aww the poor wolfy was annoyed! At least he was able to admit it unlike some people who would just quietly nod and humor her for a while until she got bored and left to bother someone else. However it wasn’t a particularly good thing when Lyn got bored. Her short attention span plus complete disregard for the rules and life itself made her quite violent when she started to get bored with something. When you added something sharp or blunt in the mix, it just got worse!

“Maaaaayybbee I did come here to annoy you to death, Lambchop! Eh? Is it working? Is it is it is it?” she asked quickly, finishing off her bottle of whiskey and promptly turning around to chuck it at the wall. It shattered next to a couple making out and they squealed and scurried off—engendering several giddy giggles from the pink-haired vampire.

The bartender wasn’t going to stand for that! He grabbed Lyn by the shoulder and used the chair to swivel her around to face him, glaring at her sternly, only to be met with the brightest smile. While he told her off Lyn just cocked her head to the side and smiled, trying her hardest to wipe the grin from her face and to keep from breaking out into giggles—not unlike a child who was getting scolded and didn’t want to get into more trouble for finding their angry parent hilarious.

“Oh I am terribly sorry! I shant ever do it again and I have learned the errors of my ways!” she said—for some reason in a Southern accent—and putting up the best repentant front she could manage. Satisfied, the bartender left to tend to the other patrons and Lyn watched him go, leaning further over the counter than was necessary.

Biting her bottom lip, she watched for a second, and then flung herself ineptly over the counter, falling to the ground in a big heap. Whoever said vampires were graceful and lithe hadn’t ever met Lyn! She popped up a second later, then started grabbing bottles of whiskey and vodka and anything else she could fit in her arms, then turned around and starting handing them forcefully over to the werewolf she had been talking to, giving him either the option to take them or just drop them on the ground, spilling their content. “Take these!” she whispered loudly.

“Hey! Hey you can’t do that!”

Freezing completely, Lyn bit her lip, grinning like a small child who had just got caught taking cookies before dinner. Turning toward the advancing bartender, one arm full of bottles of alcohol, she pointed an accusing finger at the werewolf—now surrounded by bottles—and declared “He was helping me!” before launching herself over the counter and toward the exit.

a cage for every unclean spirit every dirty bird

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[SABEN MEINHARD]

Upon getting the hint that maybe, just maybe, this girl was into violence, his annoyance began to fade. It was always interesting to come across people who shared similar interests as his, since they seemed to be few and far between. "Mmm. It's a fun game to play, isn't it?" As you could expect, Saben didn't just play population control with vampires. He did it with everyone, including his own species. Just because he was a werewolf, it didn't mean he was loyal to them. Oh no. He's killed numerous wolves before, and it wouldn't mean shit to him if he were the last one left. So playing population control was nothing new. What made it more fun though, was when the cops came! It meant a higher body count for him, which was always a good thing. And if they wanted to shoot back at him, well, that was fine as well. Again, he was a sadomasochist, someone who enjoyed pain. Bullets were fun to him, but he always had to be careful of them. Silver bullets, although he loved how much they burned, were also deadly. So while the pain was fun, he didn't have any intentions of dying.

The vampire then mentioned the skinning thing again, and he hadn't expected her to take it so seriously. Before he could say anything though, the girl chucked her bottle over some other patrons, and the glass shattered against the wall. Seeing the bar tender come over to address the issue, he watched as the scene played out in front of him. He apparently wasn't happy with what she had done, grabbing her by the arm and scolding her. Obviously, he was serious, but he could tell that the vampire wasn't. Her apology brought a smirk to Saben's face, and he let out a slight snicker as he watched her. When the bartender walked away, she leaned across the counter and jumped over, another thing that he wasn't expecting. Just what she had in mind, he wasn't sure...until he saw her start grabbing bottles by the armful. After giving her a look, he glanced over to the bartender, who hadn't noticed quite yet.

At the point where she turned around though and started handing bottles towards him, Saben pushed back some. He never took orders from other people, and he simply let the bottles fall to the floor. Though again, before he could really say anything to her, he was interrupted. Now the bartender had noticed, and he was advancing on the girl. What bothered Saben though, was when she stopped and pointed an accusing finger at him, blaming him for helping her. Then, in a flash, the girl darted away towards the exit. That left him and the bartender, who signaled for some bouncers to go after the vampire. He then stopped in front of Saben, his expression clearly showing his disapproval. "Did you have anything to do with this?" He asked, his eyes narrowing on him. Saben smirked, meeting glances with the man. There was already some chaos going on, as a number of people stopped to watch both him and the girl. So in Saben's opinion, why not create a bit more?

Reaching into his coat, he pulled a pistol, a Beretta 92 FS Inox to be exact, and put it point blank to the bartender's face. "Now I do." He said to him before pulling the trigger and putting a round straight through the man's skull. Upon hearing a gunshot ring out over the blaring music of the club, people began to panic and run. That was never a good thing in a crowded club, but it was the whole point as to why Saben killed the guy. He wanted to see the club erupt in panic like this, and his plan had worked. No doubt it would interrupt the vampire's escape attempt as well, as people rushed past to try and reach the exits.

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Tag: Lyn
Word Count: 678
Notes: -
Lyrics: Mein Teil - Rammstein
Template: Ryder

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

there's more than meets the eye

symbolic woman sits on her throne but hate strips her and

Lyn squealed and giggled happily as she took off, shoving through people as she hauled off her bounty, leaving the fully capable werewolf to deal with the irate bartender. Poor bartender probably didn’t even know what she had just gotten him into!

Two very large bouncers were suddenly in her way. Though Lyn easily could have juked them and went around or just barreled through them, the vampire collided with them and just bounced back, only to be grabbed by both of her arms and hauled off her feet. This of course made her drop the booze—which engendered a playful little pout through the giggling—and all Lyn could do was look up sheepishly at the bouncers, wide smile on her face, and giggle.

They didn’t know how lucky they were that Lyn thought this was more fun than beating them up! Or feeding!

“Ohh look how strong you two are!” she giggled, bending her legs at the knee so that she was dangling a good three feet off the ground. They just glared at her giggling and grinning form and started to haul her back toward the counter where she would probably be reprimanded and forced to pay for the ones she’d broken. How tremendously fun this game had turned out to be! “I wouldn’t go back there if I were yooouuuu~”

They didn’t head her warning, though. It was just lucky for them the werewolf man was quick on the draw! The single shot fired out and then the screaming and the panicking began. The bouncers dropped her and Lyn landed less than gracefully on her tailbone, only to be laid out on her back a second later, squirming on the ground in order to avoid the trampling horde of panicked patrons. Giggling and squealing with laughter, she finally rolled over onto her stomach and under a table before she got to her feet.

And picked up a chair upon entering from under the table.

“STAMPEDE!” she shouted gleefully, bringing the chair back and swinging it at the nearest person who ran past her. The woman in a skimpy dress squealed with pain as she was wacked upside the head with a chair that splintered almost immediately. She was sent a good two feet backwards from the force and skidded a little across the tiled floor, tripping several other people who had been trying to escape.

“Bwee-hehehehehe!” Lyn giggled, planting her foot against the side of a table and shoving it over onto its side, tripping several other people and just watching those who didn’t trip trample the ones who had fallen to the ground.

Fear! What a motivator! It was the only good guns had! Loud bang, the familiar sense of fear the sound brought. . . the quick and easy and clean way to kill. The fact that the werewolf had pulled a gun out instead of a knife or a pair of giant hedge clippers was entirely too disappointing, but it had gotten the kind of reaction that Lyn loved seeing, so she could accept it!

Guns. . . terribly drab and impersonal!

a cage for every unclean spirit every dirty bird

well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent Saben! he and Lyn are hanging out at the club and having a grand old time creating chaos. My post also happens to be 519 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; Hurray. . . chairs?

[SABEN MEINHARD]

When the gunshot rang out, the screams started. And after seeing the bartender go down, Saben turned around to face more of the fleeing crowd. Looking through all the people, he saw the bouncers drop the vampire and immediately run off. He expected them to play the hero and come after him, and more than likely, they wouldn't come directly at him. Since he had a gun and has proven that he's willing to use it, it'd be stupid to come straight at him. For this, he kept a close eye on his immediate surroundings. For the time being though, he peered through the crowd, picking out targets and firing off more rounds. Each time someone went down, it only slowed the people behind them. Taking joy in this, he aimed at the people who were bunching together and squeezed off some more rounds. When the gun clicked, he reached into his jacket again, pulling out another magazine and loading it into the pistol.

Just as he did though, his prediction was proven right as he saw the bouncers coming at him from both sides. In that instant, he raised the Beretta again and put a bullet in the head of the first bouncer, quickly followed by the second one. With a smirk on his face, Saben paused for a moment and walked over to one of the bodies. "Haven't you heard the saying, heroes always die?" He then looked up and saw the vampire across the room. It was clear to him that she was taking joy in this as well, which now took his full interest. Instead of walking over to her right away though, he put the gun away and reached for a hunting knife, which he also had tucked away in his jacket. Picking out some random girl in a clearing of the fleeing crowd, he tossed the knife and watched as it quickly closed in on her. However, right at the last second, someone ran into the knife's path and the blade dug into their shoulder.

This brought a slight frown to Saben's face, and he walked over to the downed man. Still in a small clearing, he was able to stand over him for a moment, watching as he squirmed in pain. "Shouldn't have run into my path. You'd be fine if you hadn't." He then placed a booted foot onto the hilt of the blade, pressing it in further to the man's flesh. Uttering a scream, the guy grabbed onto Saben's foot, likely trying to reach for the knife to pull it free. With a smirk, Saben pressed it in even further, people still rushing around to try and get out. "Quit your whining." He said to him. "It's your own fault, and I find this quite fun." As the guy continued with his yelling though, Saben rolled his eyes with a sigh and pulled the gun back out. Then he aimed it down at the man's head and put a round into him, immediately silencing him and putting a stop to his squirming.

Putting the gun away and pulling his knife free, he walked over to where the vampire was, the smirk still on his face. "So, this is your idea of fun, is it?" He said to her. He then reached into his pocket, revealing a lighter. "I think we can step it up some." If he got back to the bar, he'd likely be able to find something flammable. Oh yes, he felt the need to feed the pyro side of him as well. It's why he always had the lighter with him, for instances like these. Of course, once the place was on fire, he'd eventually have to leave as well.

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Tag: Lyn
Word Count: 638
Notes: -
Lyrics: Mein Teil - Rammstein
Template: Ryder

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

there's more than meets the eye

symbolic woman sits on her throne but hate strips her and

Look at what she had done this time!

One little action. . . climbing behind a counter to steal some booze, only to shove the blame onto another person and look. Look at the chaos it had caused! The mayhem, the destruction, the murder, the panic! All of it was because of her! Lyn spun slowly, letting the stampede rush around her as if she were in slow motion, watching the scene she had caused unfold before her eyes. The following gunshots were muffled in her ears, and she could only see what was in front of her.

Her world suddenly exploded as she came back to herself. Her shoulders were heaving as she breathed heavily—not from exertion or because she was tired, but because she was wound up now. Her eyes were wide as they could go, pupils constricted into little dots, and her grin was wide and flashing rows of pearly white teeth, canines extended into sharp points as she looked around, watching a few more patron shove each other out of the way and attempt to pile out of the exits and clogging them up, omaking it hard for anyone to leave.

“This is our lives on holiday,” she whispered to herself, ignoring the werewolf and his endeavors and instead pulling the leg of a table free with a sickening snap akin to the sound of a femur snapping in half. Her voice had changed to something darker and she walked toward the stairs where people were pouring down from the second floor in their haste to escape.

“Sa-WING BATTER!” she cried, managing to bust four ribcages before the leg to the table broke over some large guy’s chest. With a now-splintered wooden leg, she leapt at someone and ran them through with the leg, giggling like a school girl with that same demented slasher smile on her face. She waited just long enough to see the look of terror on the man’s face, and then turned toward the werewolf who was carrying a lighter not unlike the one she constantly carried with herself for various reasons—none of which being that she smoked.

If at all possible, her grin widened.

In a flash she was across the club floor, bloody stump of a table leg still in hand with little bits of skin and maybe a few organs stuck to the jagged ends. Without warning she was in front of the werewolf, swinging her makeshift bat in a haphazard and definitely ill-aimed attempt to smack him in the side of the head before disappearing again and reappearing upside down attached to the ceiling like a crazy version of Spiderman, head cocked to the side.

“I’ll watch you burn~” she sang quietly, dropping to the floor and returning to attacking bystanders that were just now starting to get up from being trampled or tripped or both.

a cage for every unclean spirit every dirty bird

well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent Saben! he and Lyn are hanging out at the club and having a grand old time creating chaos. My post also happens to be 479 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; Uh oh you got her wound up.

[SABEN MEINHARD]

Damn. If only he had some gasoline, or petrol as he "properly" called it. It would've been nice to fill some of the bottles up with it and make a few Molotov cocktails. They were some of his favorite toys to use! He could just imagine the crowd panicking even more if they saw those things flying around! For the time being though, he just had to stick with the lighter and the alcohol they had around. And now as he looked towards the stairs, he saw people flowing down them nonstop. Word must've gotten around to the other floors that someone was shooting and killing numbers of people. Just as he turned his gaze away from the stairs though, he saw two more bouncers coming at him. With knife in hand, he ducked out of the way of one, and then shoved the blade forward towards the other. Once the knife dug in, Saben twisted it around. Then he pulled it free and the man collapsed in a heap to the floor.

The second bouncer came back at him for a second attempt, a dumb move to make if he had seen what he did to his little friend. At the last second, Saben stepped back once more, but stuck his foot out to trip the man. When he stumbled, he used the opportunity to bring the knife forward, and the bouncer fell directly onto it. Keeping the blade in, Saben held him up for a moment. "Again, not my fault. You fell onto it." He said with a smirk. "But as I've said..." He then brought his lips up close the man's ear. "Heroes always die." Yanking the knife out with a twist, Saben dropped the man to the ground before running the flat part of the blade across his tongue. After sampling the blood, he snickered. "Not bad." He said with a nod. A split second later though, he sensed the vampire next to him, and he saw her swing at him from his peripheral vision.

Ducking just under her swing, he stood back up seconds later to face her. However, she was gone just as quickly as she came...only to reappear on the ceiling above. After she jumped down and spoke to him, he was quick to draw his gun once more and fire off a few rounds at her as she walked off. He wasn't at all pleased with her swinging the table leg at him, and he didn't care if he was shooting at her with her back turned. He took her action for exactly what it was, an attack. "Why attack me, bitch?" He asked her, lowering the gun. He hadn't done anything to warrant an attack, not that that seemed to matter. She'd probably done it just because she could, but Saben still wanted an absolute answer. He didn't take shit like this, and his liking for the girl had quickly been wiped away once she attacked.

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Tag: Lyn
Word Count: 505
Notes: -
Lyrics: Mein Teil - Rammstein
Template: Ryder

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

there's more than meets the eye

symbolic woman sits on her throne but hate strips her and

She was hardly walking slow enough for it to be called a walk, and the bullets all whizzed harmlessly past her—save for one that seemed to have been in the right direction fired off at the right time. It clipped her shoulder, but Lyn barely even seemed to notice it. The blow was enough to make her jerk in the direction the bullet had been going, but she kept giggling and just pounded in another ribcage with her broken, makeshift bat.

The club was cleared out, though, for the most part. Her audience gone safe for a few groaning people who had been trampled and of course the werewolf who was terribly irate that she had attempted to smack him upside the head with a blunt object.

Slowly, in a jerky motion, she twisted around to look at him, stumbling slightly in the process, and sniggered to herself. “Why not?” she responded blithely, falling forward a few steps before she leaned back to center her balance a little bit. Lyn still swayed as if the alcohol had finally taken effect, but she was under the influence of a different drug now. . . the scent of blood, the sense of danger, the screams. . . that was her drug.

“I don’t know you. I hold no loyalty to you. You mean about as much to me as the other humans and the vampires in this place who took their leave ages ago. Why shouldn’t I have attacked you, stranger? Because you have a big gun? Baha!” she barked out, her voice level yet still somehow managing to be slow and jerky, kind of like the way she was standing and moving about at that moment in time.

In a flash she had moved from her position in the middle of the club to behind the counter—and on the floor, as she still had plenty of trouble climbing over things for some odd reason—and popped up on her feet, grabbing bottles of booze and other fine liquors before tossing them around, shattering the containers and dumping the contents all over the place. He was moving too slow, he was taking too long! Fire brought firemen and firemen brought axes and axes brought more blood and more fun and more of everything!

“Drinks on the hooouuusee~” she cried, tossing another bottle into the wall. Barking out another boisterous laugh she finished with a cry of “Literally!”

a cage for every unclean spirit every dirty bird

well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent Saben! he and Lyn are hanging out at the club and having a grand old time creating chaos. My post also happens to be 421 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; Pfft like the answer wasn't obvious enough already.

[SABEN MEINHARD]

Her answer didn't surprise him. In no way was he loyal to her either, and he surely didn't consider her a friend. In fact, Saben's never really had a friend in his life, only a few "acquaintances". As he put it, he didn't believe in friendship. All that it stood for, such as loyalty and trust, could easily be betrayed. Plus, he simply wasn't interested in any friendships. So he kept his gaze on her, as fast as she was, as she moved across the room and over to the bar. "The feeling is mutual then." He said to her. At that moment, he saw someone slowly get up after being trampled and hobble their way over towards the door. In response, he revealed the knife again and threw it at the man. The blade dug in right between the shoulder blades, and he was quick to fall back down to the ground. All the while, he was still looking at the vampire, who was now breaking up more bottles of alcohol. If helped, it would also help to spread the flames when he torched the place. With that thought though, came a second one.

If there were only some way to trap this vampire in here, he'd take much joy in watching the place burn, knowing that she was in it as well. However, vampires were often the sneaky type, and he figured she'd find a way out. But again, what fun it would be! Watching vampires burn was one of his favorite..."past times". What he always did, was use UV flashlights to torture them, or use the natural light from the sun. Tying them up as the sun rose over the horizon? Ah yes, he's done it plenty of times! He's also done the simple, such as lighting them aflame. It was fun to watch them run around with the flames lapping away at their flesh! Of course, the smell was bad, but he only thought that way with the leechies. The burning flesh of others, was actually quite pleasing to him, since he was a pyro and a sadist. But vampires? Ha! They smelled bad enough on their own.

For now though, he didn't sense anymore vampires in the club. It was all humans, who had probably been injured to some point where they couldn't escape. And that, meant certain death when Saben was around. He might not be planning to kill them individually, but again, he wanted to set this place ablaze. And if the firemen came, he'd stick around to stop them from going inside to rescue people. What fun would it be if everyone lived anyway? So he walked over to where the vampire was throwing around the bottles, removing the lighter from his pocket. "You should stay in here with the fire." He said to her, obviously with sarcasm. "I hear it's fun for vampires to burn alive." And with that, he lit the lighter and put it to the alcohol on the counter. In an instant, it ignited and the flames spread. With an admiring grin on his face, Saben took a small step back and watched.

More than likely, the cops had already been called because of the gunshots and panic, so they'd be on their way over. If they bothered to come in here to try and confront both him and the vampire, he'd have his fun taking them out. If they decided to stay outside for whatever reason, well, then he'd go to them. It was always nice to mess with the authorities, especially in instances like this where they'd have to try and rescue others.

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Tag: Lyn
Word Count: 625
Notes: -
Lyrics: Mein Teil - Rammstein
Template: Ryder