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Post by Darren Gallion on Aug 21, 2007 19:48:51 GMT -5
It was all under the moon; the constant night surveillance. Could be a beautiful sight to a normal human, but to Darren, it was like a way to expose all of his shortcomings, as if videotaping his 'bad luck' curse. What was he to the world, that strange question he loved to ask himself. What was he to others, some sort of martyr? Those red eyes of his, the cracked skin of his true appearance. No, he was some sort of devil to the masses, the one to be hated. He originated from that place, spawned of fire over 300 years ago.
The blood red trenchcoat whistled softly in the wind, beckoning an impending battle. Three vampires, all of them, bloodstained of humans, bloodthirsty as always, craving for the death they were robbed. White hair rustling, the demon reached for his gun, but quickly disposed of it, seeing no need for such a thing. Munich was not a place of commoners, more strangers than anything. And these vampires had not a clue as to who this stranger was.
Two of them charged at him, eyes of glaring red, teeth of blazing pearl. Oh, how others could be fascinated, the beauty and brevity of the devil's work in action, like his own spider tattoo mark was. Darren quickly charged right toward them, unsheathing a pair of wrist-mounted curved blades, lined with a carbon-metal alloy. It was a beautiful thing, what Hell could create, and better yet, what Hell could destroy. Jumping in the air, the Nephilim lunged toward one of them, landing gracefully on his shoulders, forming an X-cross with his blades. A thin, but widespread line appeared on the vampire's neck, and as he jumped off, the whole body blew up into fine particles of dust.
The other seemed more hesitant, but he didn't care. It was demon vs. demon, and this fallen angel would reign supreme. Without a second thought, he was in the air again, landing down a mere few feet away from, driving the death blades right into its heart, sending him to a debris-filled death. The last...oh, the last tried its best to run away, but Darren had no other plans of him living. Raising his hand and bringing it back, a high-heat fireball formed right in between his palm. Throwing it without abandon, the vampires disintegrated into flames and dust.
The demon won this encounter.
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Post by alaurablack on Aug 21, 2007 19:55:53 GMT -5
Alaura was watching the scene another demon was fighting the vampires. She knew that demons thought vampires as not true demons they were nothing to them. The half demon walked up to him she said, "Good job," her appearance human. Shakura demons unlike other demons when they mated with humans they had offspring that usually could pass for human. Her only demon thing was her powers which were much of a threat.
She saw the dust to her a only good vampire was a dead one personally having no use for them. When they came into contact with her tribe they were killed seen as half-breeds. The only reason they weren't killed was the half-breeds were the children of the clan leaders. It was hard for the clan leaders to want to kill their own children so they stayed. A normal demon of her tribe had a hazy appearance with their element surging around them there was no disgusting things such as scales.
Her own father was alive and was one of the clan leaders sighing she missed him. "So do you normally hunt vampires at night," asked Alaura watching him?
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Post by Darren Gallion on Aug 21, 2007 20:03:42 GMT -5
Just as he was about to walk away, he caught the scent of a demon in the area. Keeping his guard, but not showing any signs of hostility, he slowly turned around, seeing this demon in her human appearance. Of course, he was in his own also, and he wanted to keep it that way, at least until he was confronted by an extremely powerful demon. This demon, or should he say half-demon, didn't seem to pose a threat. Looking back at the dust of those deceased vampires, he felt somewhat regretful taking lives, even to protect others.
"Only on nights where they harm people."
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Post by alaurablack on Aug 21, 2007 20:07:47 GMT -5
"Yes, on nights where they harm people," said Alaura she walked up to him. She said, "My name is Alaura," she held her hand out to him. The Sakura demons were known for protecting humans and were not a threat to anyone. It was only a moment ago that she had worried that he was threat. A demon that was infront of her didn't seem a threat she watched her she asked, "Do you always hunt alone,"?
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Post by Darren Gallion on Aug 21, 2007 20:14:11 GMT -5
"Darren."
Seeing that she wasn't at the least bit hostile to him, he decided to let his guard down a bit, but enough to be weary of anything else. Her and was mere inches away from him, and he wasn't sure to shake it. The demon wasn't a very trustworthy person, and he rather wanted to be alone so he didn't harm anybody. Slowly, he brought out his hand from the trenchcoat hiding them and shook her hand gently, before retracting back.
"I do everything alone."
He didn't figure to be this much at ease, and this talkative at all. Normally, he was used to a few-word phrases at the most, and maybe even a lengthy sentence of expressed feelings and wise words. Nephilims were never very social, since some wanted to avoid others being hurt through so many simple ways, by uttering their names, standing next to them, evne growing close to one.
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Post by alaurablack on Aug 21, 2007 20:25:43 GMT -5
Alaura said, "Nice to meet you Darren," she enjoyed meeting fellow killers of vampires. She knew that she was more then likely intruding she stopped for a moment. The demon knew that most demons weren't very social like her kind was. Her sight was what was happening next she asked, "Care to get a drink," she looked at him? Normally she wasn't this brazen yet she wanted to get to know fellow demons.
The demons there were so many of them out there that wanted to live on their own. She never thought that she was able to do it shaking her head. "You know the night is too cold to be alone," said Alaura her appearance almost taking on ethereal glow with lightning energy.
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Post by Darren Gallion on Aug 21, 2007 20:36:55 GMT -5
"I'm not much of a drinker...but alright."
There he was, being that solemn demon like he always was. And really, he had no need to try and open up to others. At least she approaced him like how others should if they knew what he could do. And she seemed a much nicer demon than most others he met in the past. Maybe he could relax and try to conversate with another, and go a night without mass killings and such of vampires and other demons.
"And...I'm used to the cold weather."
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Post by alaurablack on Aug 21, 2007 20:39:51 GMT -5
"Okay, well there is a place around the corner," said Alaura she smiled at him. There was a bar up a block she started walking turning back to him she asked, "Coming," looking at him? She smiled at him sometimes simple kindness was all that was needed. In her mind she had to laugh they were very careful to trust most of the times they were hunted. Sighing she let her boots click a bit walking ahead knowing he was following her.
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Post by Darren Gallion on Aug 21, 2007 20:44:32 GMT -5
Nodding a bit, he took a few steps forward, before stopping in his tracks. What was he doing? Going out to drink with another demon, let alone someone showing kindness and being social to him? Looking around, he hoped to find some sort of excuse as to why he would not be able to go, maybe another vampire feeding on a human, or some Nephilim demons around. Come to think of it, he was the only one around Munich that he could sense. The only Nephilim demon...that meant the only one to blame needles casualties. Nonetheless, his feet began walking forward, much to his head's dismay. His blood red eyes, coinciding with the trenchcat he had one, veered straight to the ground, not wanting to look around anywhere else.
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Post by alaurablack on Aug 21, 2007 20:50:17 GMT -5
She kept walking her leather skirt hitting right above the knees she looked up ahead. The sound of the clicking across the pavement she walked smiling. Alaura was part human that is where she got her humanity from. "Were almost there," said Alaura she walked up the final length of the street. Her smile on her face there was no one along the street she walked into the demon bar taking a seat at a side booth she looked at him she said, "I don't bite and I mean that one,".
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Post by Darren Gallion on Aug 21, 2007 20:56:18 GMT -5
A demon bar, he had only seen such in Italy, and he would've never guessed that there was one in Germany. Slowly, his boots treaded along the floor, the soft clicking noises entering the bar, as he looked around. He wasn't far from Alaura, and he preferred to keep it that way. She was the only one that he remotely had any chance of knowing, and most of these other demons were of low class, maybe to the level of ordinary humans. Turning toward her, his face remained emotionless to an extent.
"I'm sure you don't."
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Post by alaurablack on Aug 21, 2007 20:59:36 GMT -5
Alaura said, "You need to trust come sit down," she looked at him did he have something with half demons. The demon asked, "Do you not want to drink with a half-demon," she looked at him? Sometimes other demons were mean and cruel when it came to whole demons. "It's okay if you don't want too," said Alaura she looked at him she yearned for company. It was true most of the time demons didn't want to be around half.
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Post by Darren Gallion on Aug 21, 2007 21:04:47 GMT -5
"It is not you personally."
And she seemed to think that he had something against half-demons. Really, he had no qualms with anyone, as long as they didn't come across him as someone who was ready to die. Now he felt guilty that she thought of him as someone who didn't like her species. Slowly, he brought himself out of his standing position, and found himself sitting right next to her. There were little times he would come to something like this, but he at least owed her this much for letting her think he hated her species and didn't want her company at all.
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Post by alaurablack on Aug 22, 2007 9:18:23 GMT -5
"Good," said Alaura smiling at him she looked at him then she waved her hand for the waitress to come. She said, "One beer," then she looked over to the other demon. The demon had run into ther other vampires only a few days ago and she wanted to meet other demons who hunted. In her eyes humans and demons were the only ones that had claim to the earth vampires killed never giving back they couldn't have families like demons could.
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Post by Darren Gallion on Aug 22, 2007 15:37:26 GMT -5
"I'll have a beer also."
It was strange; most times he woul say nothing to others, and he wouldn't even waste his time ordering a drink. Subconsciously, his own red eyes glanced at Alaura for a moment, staring at her if you would say. Quickly realizing what he was doing, he snapped right back to reality and stared at himself. The waitress brought the two beers for him and Alaura, and he slowly broke away the top off the bottle.
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