Deadtown

[ARaynes]

OOC: The description of the town was taken from the book A Dozen Black Roses from Nancy Collins. I have no idea where this should go, just wanted to take a new thread for anything and everything. Join one and all......


IC:Cities are living things. They are born and groww, mature and age. Sometimes they even die. But cities, unlike organic things made of flesh and blood, bone and sinew, do not know that they are dead. The symbiotes that labor so busily within the carcass are often determined to continue the pretense of life long after its vitality has bled away.

Deadtown was the largest of the maggots thriving within the corpse.

Most of the humans dwelling within the city are unaware that there is a sector that the elected officials pretend does not exist. It is not located on any street map. Neither patrol cars, ambulances, nor firetrucks venture into this lost neighborhood near the river. Cries for help are often heard echoing from its dark alleys and twisting streets, but seldom answered-and for good reason. For this is the rotting heart of a once-vital city. And what better place for the children of the night to gather than in a city that is already one of the living dead?



A vintage Cadillac pulled up to the curb. The windows were so heavily tinted they looked like mirrors. The door opened and the first person out of the car was a tall, striking woman dressed in low-cut black leather pants and steel-tipped boots. As she turned to face the others, her black leather jacket swung open, revealing naked breasts with stainless-steel rings piercing the nipples. She hair hung to her waist like a drape of black silk. Her features were strong and clean and would have been considered classically beautiful if not for the plethora of metal hoops and studs danging from her lips and brow ridge. In her right hand she held a loaded crossbow. She quickly checked the perimeter, then guestured to her fellow passenger that the coast was clear.

 

[nightray]

Name: Raven
Age: 560 looks mid twenties
Looks: 6’6 200 ponds black her past he’s shoulders hazel eyes a tattoo of a chine’s dragon rapt around he’s forearms with the head on the backs of he's hands and the body rapt twice around his arm with the tall ending just past he elbow. He’s hear is pearst with a pentagram earring and a loop earring with a gold chain that runs across he’s cheek to hock up with he’s nose ring he a tattoo of a phoenix rising on his stoic starting just above the base of he’s shave cock he has scares on he’s back from where her was flagged before he’s change.
Cloths: black leather pants a black T shirt black leather bickers coat wit a dragon stamped in to the leather on the back and steal towed combat buts
Weapon: the sword and throwing starts



IC: I ride in to the city on my Harley looking for a place to stay when two of those filthy werewolves step out infrunt of me. I pole to a stop saying move out of my way mutts. They snarl showing there long white teeth as there lips curl back saliva dripping form them. I hear a rusil to my right I dive of my bike as one jumps out of a widow at me. I hit the ground hard rolling to my feet poling my sword out of it sheath on my back. I crotch down low holding the sword low reedy to attack.

The first to rush me moving fast I dog one tripping it with my foot casing it to fall face first to the ground. I duck under the arms of the other feeling it’s clews graze my back slashing my leather cote. I slash at it with my sword cutting it chest as it spring back out of the way. I drop agene tumbling out of the way of the third my sword slashing out cutting deep in to its arm casing it to drop uselessly at its side. It yelps in pain and backs of holding he’s bleeding arm.

I duck under the first once swing at me bringing my sword up in to his chest the tip erupting from his back severing the spinelcorde. I tug at it trying to free it when the third werewolf crashes in to me slamming me down in to the ground losing my grip on my sword as he bits my left shoulder tarring at my flesh. With my right hand I pole out a dagger slamming it in to he side over and over agene until he stops moving.

I slowly push hem off of me as I stager to my feet. I look around seeing know sine of the one I cut. I sheath my dagger and move to the fallen wolf and ranch out my sword form its body. I clean the blade on its hide and reshith it wincing as the motion polls at my wounds. I feel my blood running form me. I grown weekly as I look at my bike. I see the fuel line is torn open. I’ll never get it started agene.

I look around hearing some faint howling the other went to get some help I force my self in to a run knowing that I wont survive anther fight. I run until I her them brake off the chase I think to my self I must have finely gotten in the vampire territory. I slow down as I feel a wave of weak ness pass over me. I stumble up the street I squint seeing a car parked up ahead with a girl standing beside it with a crossbow in one hand. I stumble closer and then blackness washes over my mined. I fall face first on to the ground motionless as my body shuts down so it can heal.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Izabella Sabatino

This barren waste land was called home, and all around lurked the filthiest of the filth. Disease was not here, but the area was murky and disgraceful. I did not personally care. High atop my own 'little forty story building, relaxing in the penthouse, I stood glaring down at the misfits of society running amuck and fucking everything up.
It was so hard to hunt these day, but the juicey morsels lurking just on the edge of those yonder lights proved to be entertaining. Why did I leave Italy? Why did I leave home? because I was found out, and had no choice but to go. My poor father was heart broken to see his little bella leave, but if I had stayed he would have been my next meal.
A dark red tongue ran down over distended fangs as I thought about my next hearty meal and where it would come from. The pleasure of taking was so intoxicating, I had to feed often. Whether hungry or not, It pleased me.
My hand ran down over the strapless leather top and over the tight fitting daisey duke leather shorts. Three inch high heels clicked on the tile floor as I walked closer to the window. Reaching down I pulled it further up my thigh and adjusted the hidden dagger with in to a more soothing location.
My honey brown eyes scanned the streets below, watching a fascinating brawl with some flea ridden mutts and a biker. Amusing to say the least, and what do you know? That biker actually won. Impressive.
Rolling my eyes I glanced at the window and my lack of image. I knew what I looked like reguardless of mirrors and their faulty behavior with me. Five foot nine inches tall, sleepk as a panther, long waist length black hair, the softest color of brown eyes. Near honey my mother used to say. Rings adorned my fingers and one pierced my belly button and clit hood. But my face remained unmarred. Perfection, had to have it. Almost to an insane level of thinking, I needed placement and everything in it's right place. If you didnt fit into that sequence. leave me be.
If you didnt fit perfectly into my world, I disposed of you. I smiled again, but it did not reach my eyes, No wrinkles werent a problem. I was just selfish, cold and cruel when it suited me to be so. I could be warm, if I wanted. But the key word was IF. I glanced again at the street below and turned from the window. I was not in the mood to watch a soap opera take shape down there. To die or not to die. Shakespear woulda loved me. Plato did.
my accent was nearly gone, but my gyspy looks werent. I grabbed up the keys to my Mercedes. and walked to the lift. hitting the garage button, I waited for decent. tonight I would hunt another mortal. Him or her would enjoy it, rightlyfully so, since it was their last night on earth. Yawning, I entered my car and started it up. Oh i loved this hum of this motor. made me wet and tingly. Pitch black and sleek, just like me.

 

[The GrandMage]

A New Breed of Hell

The old basment had long since been bricked over, the furaces working on high, but the heat going nowhere. Pits of oil and puddles of flammable fluids burned with fire, giving the entire area a terrible glow. It was as near to Hell as a single room could become. And in the middle of it all, before the wreak of a destroyed furnace, a dark figure sat.

Twin horns curled from a mass of deepest black hair. The two horns curled backwards over the head, the two a pattern of twisting like a unicorn's own horn. Of purest white, the two drew the light from the flames, leaving the body below them draped in shadows. It stood, and with a swoosh of the air two great reptilian wings stretched back like the foul batlike wings of death. An athleticly muscular body stretched after an entire day of inactivity. The scaled tail dragged back and forth across the ground. Eyelids opened, the red eyes hidden beneath gleaming with a hunger. The long, pointed ears twitched.

"Good mornin', my sweet night." The voice hissed, deep and dark as the head bowed lightly forward. Reptilian hands clench, claws digging into the palms. Slowly, the darkness drew back, the twin horns dulling to an ivory shine. The incubus glanced to the right, at he full height mirror whose wooden trim was scorched, the glass warped by heat.

The horns and great green scaled wings remained, but other than that, his body was human, well-built. He cracked his neck to both sides, licking his lips. His eyes had cooled to a deep, calming blue that made his reassuring smile all the more workable. His hair still seemed to draw in light from everywhere, but it didn't matter.

Pickings were becoming slim now, in this part of town, the creatures of the night didn't sleep then, and it was too far to find a human woman sleeping peacefully. Besides, they weren't nearly as fun. The hunger surged within him. For unlike vampires, or zombies, who killed their porey, he merely fed upon sexual energy. An orgasm or two from his next 'victim' would make him feel better.

He spread his wings, and walked past the broken wall that led to the sewers. It had ben rerouted past these tunnels years before he'd come, and now it was filled with more flames than his 'home'. Moving to the nearest manhole, he slid it open, pulling himself from the heat and sliding the metal back in place. Loose khaki dress pants and and unbuttoned dress shirt were all that he wore.

"Time now," he said, "For some waking prey."

He turned, and spread his wings, which fit through holes in the back of the shirt, wide in surprise. A vintage Cadillac was pulled up to the curb nearly two blocks away. His eyes took in the one person he could see. "I'm either very lucky, or in for a very entertaining evening..."

His wings beat softly as he jumped lightly backwads and into the air, drifting upwards as he glanced around, sniffing at the air. "Not many other prospects tonight, unless I want to make a deal with a vampire. Although, I must admit, I don't miss the blood,....I'd like to think it's my charm that keeps me fed."

Turning, he disappeared deeper into the darkness of the buildings. He didn't like being so close to the living, but it was better than being so close to the dead. He'd circle the skies, and see what would happen,...

 

[Shoty98]

Cassandra Diego

My exact age, I myself was unsure of, but my strong, sharp features carried that of mid twenties. A frame that stood 5'6" without the assistance of the heels I wore, eyes matching the finest of emerlds.

There I sat, the eldest of nine, all sent away from home. Hidden from the tyrants that dared hunt the vampires. All nine, of royal blood, sent off with a bodygaurd to protect them. I the oldest recieved the bodygaurd most trusted and most widely spoke of. Her strength, her ability. It had impressed my father to say the very least, and was right in his decision to choose Castille. What the dealings were between them had not been told to me, but with my life in her hands fear was but a mere stepping stone beneath my feet. Nothing ever got close enough to scare me.

With Steel's signal I stept from the caddi, my red heels clicking on the street. A black bodysuit sheiled my flesh from the cool night air, and left little to the imagination with it's plunging neckline. A daring, steep "V" to the navel, which was peirced with a silver ring. Black satin curls hid the lattice back. I scanned the area, not for lurking forms but to take the whole scene of the dreary place. It wasn't much different from home, except in the sence there was no constant fighting in the streets. Eyeing the fallen form on the ground, I turned to Steel with a devilish smirk "Not even here five minutes and they are already falling at your feet."

 

[ARaynes]

"Steel"

I stiffed the air, looking for the ever presense that caused him to fall. Not trusting him, I thrust the crossbow in his face, one move and he would have a headache.

"This one isn't my fault, but we must keep our eyes open. He smells of mutt." There was an unsettling presense in the air as well, one that I had nnot picked up in years. "Cassandra, You best get into the building soon please."

I looked around, keeping my eyes peeled for any slight movement. Picking up the meat that had landed at our feet I followed her into the building. "What should we do with this one?"

 

[The GrandMage]

An Incubus

He shifted, his great wings leaning to one side. He felt the air rush around him. Cool, welcoming. From high above the city streets, he watched the two far below. Tucking his wings close to his body, he let gravity have him, pulling him downwards until he snapped his wings out, catching the air and pulling himself back up.

His wings flapped gently in the breeze as he looked down at the car, and the building the two had gone into. After a moment or two, when he was relatively sure no one else would come popping from the woodwork, he let himself drop down next to the wall near the door. His wings folded, pressing against his back, which he pressed against the solid wall behind him. Ears perked, he slowly peeked around the corner, wetting his lips at the sightof the two and taking a light sniff of the breeze.

"Hmm. Vampires. Haven't seen these two before. Might be interesting. Perhaps I should introduce myself like a good neighbor?" He chuckled lightly at his own joke, being sure to keep himself below the range of their hearing. Wouldn't do to give himself away. His head quickly turned at a sound in the nearby alleyway. Jumping upwards, his wings went out, catching the deadly still air of the place as the werewolf entered the street.

"Damn lycanthropes. Well, I suppose I'll have to meet up with them on a higher floor." Smoothly he turned, gracefully moving his wings as he went upwards, away from the city streets and up, toward the stars....

 

[Shoty98]

Cassandra

I paid heed to Steel's words, the urgency within them mingling with unrelentless scent that filled my sences. I moved within the building and began to the lift.

A fingernail tapped against the crimson of my lips, "Mmmm so many choices" I thought silently while the smile on my features curled. "Hmm...well Steel we could obviously kill him, we could throw him back to the wolves in which hunt him, or....." I opened the door to a lustrious penthouse, well at least what my vision of it would be. If we were to be here it deffinately could use some touch-ups here and there.

Switching on a light I motioned to the overstuffed couch "Place him there Steel, we will give him the opportunity to heal then decide where to go from there." Pulling the black widow from her comfy web on the fireplace harth, I toyed with her and admired her black silken beauty while turning to Steel once more.

"He might make a fine toy to play with," There was a glint within my green eyes as I taunted and teased the little widow.

 

[ARaynes]

Steel

I shivered as I looked over at Cassandra. "How can you play with those measly little things, or him either?"

I drop the lump into the couch watching him bounce on the stuffing and land on the floor. 'Oh well' I think to myself. Checking his back pocket I didn't find a wallet, 'Must be pretty stupid not to have some sort of fake id.'

"Now, there are two types of play......and you know my kind, so, which were you talking about." I go around the penthouse checking things out. It smells old, not my choice of living but where ever she goes I go.

It had been a while since I last saw her father. I wondered sometimes if I ever would, but she reminded me of him. Her stature, her thirst. Everything she did reminded me of him.

"There is something not right, but I can't pin point it." I say to Cassandra, knocking my cross bow ready for whatever dared surprised me.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Izabelle

Halting at my car, I sensed an invader. Glancing around the dark underbelly of my towers, I sniffed the air and let my hearing tune into all sounds around me. Heels clicking, and two female voices chatting on their way up top. "Hmmmmm, new comers?" I pocketed the keys, curious now to see what was about outside my safe cocoon.
I stopped before exiting, pulling the shorts down just a little on each side of my thighs. Pressing the cups up on my top, I made sure my busome was covered properly. My hair hang loose down to my ass, brushing gently now and then against the few inches of skin between shorts and top. I should braid it, it was a hazard to let it hang free. Damned warewolves were like whores out there. Sucking everything in sight dry.
Stepping out into the nightair, I glanced around. Warewolves still lurked in the distance, blocking my mind, a slow smile crept over my face as I pulled out a little whistle with a skeleton head on it. A dog whistle. Perfect for harming those warewolves. I blocked my ears as best I could, this was going to hurt me, but not as much as it would hurt them.
Bringing it up to dusty rose colored lips I blew it once, shrilly it ripped through the air. Several howling whimpers and yipes were heard as they scattered away from the annoying noise.
"Inbred beasts are no smarter than camels." Turning I glanced around. Which building did they ascend in? I wasn't sure, but I was curious enough to find out. Smiling, I gripped my building and began to climb. Higher and higher until I reached the roof. Jumping out and landing in a crouched position I glanced around and sniffed the air. Something was here earlier, I could smell it. I glanced around again, seeing nothing but the building across the street. I watched with dark murky eyes, waiting for a light to come on inside somewhere.

 

[The GrandMage]

An Incubus Makes Himself at Home

Wings flapping to keep him in the air, his hands and feet moved aginst the wall before him, as if he were scaling the building. While he moved, he hummed an old tune to himself. Eventually, he reached the penthouse. The top of his head peered over the bottom of the window, and he glanced around at the insides of the room. He grinned to himself.

THe two women were there, and a lump of living material he could only assume was their next meal. He licked his lips. Hunter of the hunters. They would each be good, full meals. They'd be tired as Hell for a few days, but they'd be a good, good meal.

"Mmm. The real question is, who to fed off first? They both look sooo good. Nice and sexy. Yum. Lets see, instead of flipping a coin, I think I'll take the first one to notice my presence."

He smiled, and flapped his wings, bring his entire face into view for anyone bothering to look out the window. "C'mon, sweethearts. Make the tough desicion for me,...."

 

[Shoty98]

Cassandra Diego

Turning, I place the little widow in her web, to go about repairing the damage there. I walked to the form on the floor and rolled him to lay on his back. Crouching down beside him I swiped the hair away from his face, and glancing at Steel

"I feel it, but am unsure myself. As for play...there is the pleasurable play, which I myself tend to enjoy. But now and then there is nothing like an unadulterated, bloodcurdling scream of pain to soothe my mind. That, unfortunately is not a decision I could make until I find out what he is like, which one he deserves....so to speak." I stood and walked away from the form, leaving sprawled about the floor.

I cringed suddenly, my hands flying to my ears at the ear piercing sound.. "What the hell...." The sound rang through my head. It sounded of a whistle, and behind the sound the howling could be heard. I smiled "It seems Steel someone has found a temporary way to rid the area of the mutts." My hands dropped to my sides after the ringing had stopped and I glanced about the room.

 

[ARaynes]

Steel

I heard the whistle, cringing at the horrid sound. Looking out the window, I couldn't see the sorce of the problem, but heard it still.

"They may rid us of mutts, but something is still not right. I am afraid I need you to stick cl........."I am cut off as I see movement outside another window. One point and my cross bow darts to the window, breaking the glass, but missing its target. "DAMN!" I say as I watch whatever it is fly away.

"What was that thing doing there?" I asked out loud, knowing that no one would answer..

 

[nightray]

Raven

I hear voices near by with out thinking I jump to my feet my sword coming out of its sheath with a faint metallic ring. It swings at the nearest form stopping barley an inch form her lushes’ throat. My eyes catch the other once as she points and shoot a cross bow bolt at me. I watch it as it seems to move slowly throw the air my hand moving just as slowly come up catching the shaft. I feel the meal of it sliding throw my hand before it stops. I look down seeing that the silver tip is pressing agonist the metal of my zipper on my coat.

I look up at her my sword dropping down to my side as I look at the one holding the crossbow leveled at me another bolt reedy to be loosest. I smirk as I casually toss the first bolt aside. I smile as I hear it thud point first in to a wall. I don’t have to look at it to know that it’s barred deep in too a stud. My eyes quickly scan the room looking for the rest of the pack of mutts that had been after me.

I say in a low a regent tone “where did the rest of troughs flee ridden mutts go" I smirk looking them up and down, "don’t tell me you two ran them of all by your lonesome.” I chuckle softly at the anger that appears in the eyes of the one with the cross bow.

I look at the one that I almost decapitated looking her up and down with a lechers gaze. I smirk agene saying “what are two gorges lady like your selves doing in a hell howl like this any way.” I chuckle my gaze watching the cross bow wearily knowing that it was as much luck as skill that let my catch that bolt. If I hadn’t seen her level it at me when I did I would be dust right now.

 

[BadForm]

She

My father was a sucker and my mother was a bitch. I was never sure what that made me. I was never sure what the hell possessed a vampire and a werewolf to get together and have sex either, but I was the result. Fucking perverts. They threw me out when they realised I was neither one nor the other. Not as dominant as a vampire, not as ferocious as a werewolf. I lacked much of what they had individually. I didn't have my father's fangs, I couldn't fly and though I inherited his indominable will, I could neither read minds or control them. I didn't have my mother's claws either, and though my healing power was far beyond most humans, if you cut me I bled - I could be killed without silver, and hopefully one day I would be. I was a wastrel, a mogrel. I didn't even have a name. I hated myself almost as much as the rest of the morons out there.

I pulled the beaten leather coat tight round my breasts as I breathed in the night air of Deadtown. The air was heavy with a sticky unease, as I took to the streets. Something was going down. Again. A scream in the distance cut through to me like a clarion bell. What now? I breathed in deeply, drawing in the distant scent of the city. Yes, that was one thing I inherited, the mixed senses of both a mutt and a leech. Excellent hearing, good eyesight and a sense of smell which was second to none. That and powerful physical abilities meant I'd taken down both leeches and mutts before. See, I didn't suffer their disabilities either. I walked in the day, and I wore silver-studded knuckle-dusters.

Those wouldn't be needed right now. The scent told me everything I wanted to know. The scream was a far-city girl. An uptown bitch looking for some down-town rough. She was... a virgin, I could smell her hymen from here. Well, tonight it looked like she would get what she was looking for. She had met two of deadtowns zombies. The living, soulless people who might as well be dead. One stank of curry, Asian probably. The other... grease, fish, batter. An Anglo. Not tonight, boys, I thought as I started to run. You're on my turf.

They were just two blocks away. I arrived within a minute, not even breathing hard. The far-city chick was crouched against the wall, as if trying to escape into the stone from her would-be rapists. They had already taken off their pants, and were advancing on the terrified fool with their hand stroking their cocks. They must know she wouldn't run, that she was too scared to fight.

"If that's all you go," I purred, "put them away."

They turned to look at me. All of five foot three, averagey proportioned and rat-brown haired. They laughed, thinking they had more meat for their game. Stupid. I was known on this patch. You don't fuck with She. She who would kill you with less mercy than a sucker, and quicker than a mutt.

"'ey, looks like we gonna have us a party," shouted whiteboy.

Stupid. I moved fast, my fist meeting his windpipe hard, crippling him. I spun and brought my foot against the other man's temple. He went down like a sack of rocks. Stamping twice, hard, I broke both their necks and left them to die.

"Get the fuck out of here, you stupid bitch," I snarled at the slut. "What the fuck's wrong with you dumbassed far-city chicks anyhow? You don't belong here. Get back home before something bad happens and I'm not there."

She stood nervously, holding out a magazine. "I-I wanted to find you..." she said nervously. "I-I wanted to know... if you're as hot as they say you are..."

I glanced at the magazine in her hand. It was a copy of some kinky shit they sold to the youngsters in far city. Leather whips, chains, rape and bondage, that sorta shit. The picture on the front was me, crouching in the darkness, being eaten out by a woman. Yeah, I remembered that picture. If the grapher hadn't been in a chopper I'd have killed the cunt. The headline read "She who MUST be obeyed." I laughed as I smacked my fist into the bitch's nose, and snatched the magazine from her unconcious hand. Let her play on the streets if that's what she wants, I decided, walking away and reading the magazine.

So... they knew about me in far-city.

OOC: Hope the name far-city is ok, just seemed like a good nickname for the good part of town for them who are down and out in deadtown.

 

[ARaynes]

Steel

"The sniviling mutts were gone when you crawled to our feet, now" I stepped closer to the sword wielder pressing the cross bow into his chest while pulling Cassandra behind me. "You had better go. I don't look to kindly on people who try to hurt this princess.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Izabella

I dodged to the side as an arrow went tearing by. My eyes narrowed as I crouched down a little. I could smell him, the inccubi. He was treading on thin ice messing around this area. Or maybe he wasn't? Perhaps he had been here all along. I did not know, nor care. I was however interested in the three standing in the penthouse across the street.
Turning my head a little, I heard a cry. A lone female just met her match. Amused me slightly and I moved down from the top of my towers.
Landing on the sidewalk, I straightened up to my full height and glanced around once again. Vampires didn't trust other of their kind. It was pointless to even try and trust one of my own kind. Ruthless suckers who would kill to be top vamp.
I walked back into the entry way of my building watching Things come and go by.
I should get on with my hunting, but I wanted to know who had invaded my neighborhood?

 

[Shoty98]

Cassandra

I peered over Castille's shoulder at our arrogant stranger. It seemed he still had that smug little smirk on his face, even after Steel's words. I felt a bit of incouragement might make him think twice about standing his ground and not heeding her words.

"I assure you stranger that your arrogance would only harm you more in this situation and that you shouldn't underestimate the abilities of this woman who stands before you. Now be gone and be grateful we did not leave you to the wolves."

I was bad at that always had to add my two cents in, but in this case he now had fair enough warning to leave...or fall peril at the hands of Steel.

 

[The GrandMage]

The Incubus Attacks

He heard the glass shattering before he saw the first shot. The second was being loaded, and the lumb was on it's feet while his wings crumpled. Glancing to the side, he noticed the first shot hadn't been too much off it's mark. A large hole was in his wing, and the rush of air as he fell was bringing up droplets of blood. His horns began to glow, and his body was overlapped by shadows as he neared the ground, grinning to himself.

A few moments later, his wings complete, he was flapping as he reached the window again, peeking inside as he watched the standoff. "Oh, I don't know who you are, but this is my turf. Oh well, I'll come back tomorrow. Not in the mood for these games tonight."

His feet planted against the outside wall as he tucked his wings close and shoved off the wall. "Let's see, I can take the free meal, the pay meal, or....." His head cocked to the side, ears twitching. "Or I could see what pretty little thing is in trouble."

Gliding through the air, his wings flapping at random intervals, he hummed a good little 'death from above' tune. He spotted something in the street below, and tucked his wings to his back as he dropped towards the ground. At the last moment, his wings snapped back, pulling him up severavl feet. Tucking his wings back, and he fell lightly to his feet in front of 'She'.

"Hello, love. Did I hear screams? Is it worth checking out? Or would I have more fun playing with you?" He chuckled to himself, glancing around as he took light sniffs of the air. He liked calling her 'love', just because it pissed the Hell out of her. "Oh, you're looking good tonight. Going for the 'I'm gonna kick your ass' look again?"

 

[BadForm]

She

'It' was back. I never thought of it as anything other than an it. It preyed on meat and I had to accept that there were some things I could not take down on my turf. Still, it had once tried to use its demonic presence on me and I knew I was safe. As for it trying to rape me. Yeah, it tried that too, and was surprised when I moved at least as fast as it did. All it could do was taunt me.

"What are you doin' here?" I said, not really caring. "The shit holes in hell becoming overcrowded and spittin' out the big lumps are they?"

Yeah, I could give as good as I took when it came to insults. And the truth was, IT wasn't worth MY time and I wasn't worth IT's.

 

[The GrandMage]

'It'

He grinned, spreadding his wings and giving them small flaps as he hopped lightly around. He gave a obviously false pout, and acted hurt. "Aww, now, I'm hurt. You don't have to get upset. Look, I'm just dropping by for a little conversation. You and I, we're a lot alike. Except for all the differences. You don't have to get all angry at me. Can't we be friends?"

He raised an eyebrow, extending a hand as he stopped hopping about for a moment. Granted, he could be a little pushy at times, but in the end, he was merely amused by everything around him. Life was, at most, merely a game for him to enjoy. He knew where he was going when it was all over, and was determined to enjoy himself while he was here.

 

[BadForm]

She

Now that was a surprise, and it was very seldom anything in this sick, decaying world surprised me. This demon was pretending it wanted to be a friend? Demons didn't make friends, they made victims. Friendship wasn't even part of most of their vocabularies. I was impressed - not fooled, but impressed nevertheless.

"Friend, is it?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "And what makes you think you could ever be friends with anyone? Or that I could. Shit, there aint nobody in this whole crap pile worth being friends with. And you know that almost as much as I do."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Izabella

I had left my car running, but was in no hurry to return to it. I could hear them conversing and I found it greatly amusing. I walked around the corner stopping at the edge of the alley. My eyes moved over them. One female creature and one very slutty male one.
Laughing I spoke up, "Isn't this quaint? Lady and the Tramp. Dont you know it isn't safe out here to be wandering around?" my brow arched up in a questioning glance. I leaned against the building, folding my arms under my chest and crossing my ankles. Intending on not moving until I felt up to it.

 

[BadForm]

She

This beauty stank of leech. Didn't they ever clean the blood off? I guessed they must be used to victims who couldn't smell the taint on their breath, but I could. So, a vamp wanted to get in on the chat did it? My eyes scoured the street for the closest piece of broken wood, a stake for a heartless chest. I could reach it, I was sure, if I needed to.


I sneered at the beautiful beast. "Of course I know it's not safe, leech," I spat at the ground, showing the respect I had for her kind. "I make it unsafe. Least for anyone who decides to fuck with the assholes on my turf. What's it to a sucker like you anyhow?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Izabella

"My my, touchy aren't we? A little uneducated too." I stayed where I was, not the least bit offended by her words she thought would sting. I smiled, cocky as ever, but still amused.
"You should becareful whom you insult, some leech might take it upon themselves to rid the world of you." I shrugged it off as if it was a mere comment. I really had no time to be threatening nobody's.
"I just thought I'd come see if you needed a hand here with tramp. He's always fucking something..Demon, zombie, walls.." I smirked at him as I said the last part.
"But then all I got was insulted, so I shall depart for now. Don't forget SHE, as much as you think this is your turf.. I own seventy-five percent of this area.." With that I turned and walked back to my place. in a blink of an eye I was there and climbing into my Mercedes.
Hitting the remote, my place locked up tight from ceiling to basement. My hands gripped the wheel as I drove past where those two misfits were socializing, heading towards Far-city and dinner.
I wondered briefly why I liked that little imp? She had a mouth on her and an attitude that screamed "beat me, I'll like it".. Perhaps later after I fed, and wouldn't be interested in killing her. When hungry I never thought before I acted, just acted. It would be a shame to rid tis place of her quick witted mouth and stinging tongue. I smiled, I don't like many, but She was one I did.