Slayer (open)

vbabe2001

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((feel free to join as a vampire, or whatever else holds your interest))


- Her hand was planted against the horbid trunk, slender digits curled against the rotten bark as the smell of dusk filled her senses..

Perhaps her attire wasn't suitable for this modern world, but as a slayer of this new generation she had come from the past and wasn't in the mood to change quite yet.

She eased into the alleys inside of the city, her soft white hair flowed with her as she moved and gripped the jewelled silver dagger in her fist...

She smelled one.. the desorted stink of the undead..

Her figure slipped behind the wall, peeking around the corner as she saw the vampire with a woman in its grasps, piercing her tender neck with sharp fangs.. taking her life away..

they always chose woman...

Her eyes shot up above, the night sky was her enemy but yet she welcomed the darkness herself..

Her steps echoed down the alleyway and the vampire stopped, letting the girl dangle from his cletches as he looked up from his prey.. -

"And who are you beautiful lady? Should I feed upon your neck as well?"

- Celestrial just smirked as she watched the creature and as she walked up to him she twirled the dagger deligently in her grip... -

Celestrial: "I was sent by the guardians... "

- At the mention of the guardians the vampire hissed and dropped the girl, wiping the blood from his lips with the back of his parched white hand -

"A new slayer? Can't those fucking basterds leave us alone?"

- Her nimble body jumped high into the air and came down on him, pouncing him like prey and throwing him to the hard ground. The vampire sneered as he looked at her, sneering at her pearly white grin before he threw her off and sent her skidding into the cement wall...

She stopped herself before she got splattered against it, using the wall as her rebound as she flew at him, dagger clenched and aimed for his heart...

With a sickening sound her dagger slid through his skin, and she had him up against the wall, running her soft tongue over his face before he exploded into nothing more than dust at her feet... -

"They get weaker at each generation... "

- She snided, cringing her nose as she slid her dagger into her boot and continued her walk down the alley, stepping over the women's body as she left -


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- To each generation a slayer is born -
 
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I would like to join in as an half vampire half human named Jake
I like the thrill of biting into a beautiful young ladies neck for the taste of her blood, although everytime after I do it, I wake from what seems to be another life, and am sick for my dooings, i wish that there was a way to lose this thurst of mine......

how does that sound?
 
It was a dark late night I was stumbling out of an alley wall, as if I had been stumbling out of the Hole in the Wall Town Bar, but this feeling was more of a drug indused sick feeling....
I managed to lean against a wall jsut near the end of the alley way and tried to get my feeling and thought back together, as I wiped sweat coming down tha side of my face I realized that I had wipe blood from my lip area as well....
It was at that time that I came too and relized that I jsut taken another victuim....
 
- Perhaps it was radar for the slayer, or perhaps it was the smell all vampires.. even half.. had that Celestrial had come accustomed to. Whatever it was she found herself walking towards him, her silky tongue rolling over plump lips when she noticed... he wasn't whole -

"Your confused? Scared? Unknowing of what monster you just turned into?"

- She looked at him, her eyes scanning him from head to toe -

"I'm impressed to say the least, of your body and your attire"

- She crossed her arms as she smirked -

"I have much more bigger prey however, so perhaps you would should go home before I change my mind"

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- To every generation a slayer is born -
 
As I looked up at you and saw the light of the night outline your beautiful body, I looked more closely are you....
I could see the moistness on your lips, the shape of your face, the look in your eyes...
The thought of you being my next victum woudnt cross my mind, I jsut thought of the beauty that was before me as a stumbled to get words to come out of my mouth
 
- Celestrial looked at him as a soft smile curled upon her lips -

"You choose not to move? You don't have hunger to taste me?"

- Her fingertips withdrew her hair from her shoulder, revieling the forbidden smoothness of her neck. She knew he had already fed, but she also knew she would be hard to resist -

"I almost feel pity, I hope you won't be my one weakness.... "

- She looked at him with a soft smile -

"Do you have any family? A home? "
 
He paused for a moment as he stood outside of the blood bank. He watched the people coming and going, hunger gnawing at him. He got a sharp pain in his head for a moment and doubled over at the thought of attacking one of the humans for the blood he needed. After a few moments his head cleared and he stood up, dusting his leather jacket off.

Spike was a vampire, but he had been captured a month back by a government undergound group. He wasn't sure what all the experiments that they performed on him, but all he knew at the moment was that he couldn't feed from humans. Even the thought of harming any of them sent pain through his body. He had to find alternate ways of getting blood, and this was the only place to do it, robbing from the blood bank.

He had made a couple of friends on the night shift and it was their shift. He pushed through the doors and waved to the girl at the front desk. She smiled back and placed a large paper bag on the counter. He smiled and grabbed the bag, placing a hundred dollar bill on the counter before he left with the bag.

He pulled the first bag of blood out and bite into the plastic, sucking the blood out as he closed his eyes and leaned against the lamppost.

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- Celestrial would of stayed to talk to him longer, if she didn't have a job to do. She admired the young hybrid for a moment before she caught the unusual spell of a rather.. older.. vampire...

She didn't give the guy a chance to respond before she was out amongst the dead of night once again, and she caught the smell of another..and she wondered as she approached him, what the hell he was doing in the middle of the street with a blood bag in his hands... -

"Funny.. I thought vampires preferred their bait alive.... "

- She approached him openly, not caring about the fact that she was most likely being watched as she spoke.. -

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He had started on the second bag when he sensed another approach. He didn't open his eyes but finished the last bag, quiching his thirst for the time being. He stuffed the two empty bags into the paper bag and tossed it into the nearby tarsh can.

"Most do, but not everyone is able to have that luxury nowadays. Besides, this takes less energy than hunting does."

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- Celestrial smirked -

"Either way, you are a vampire.. and I'm the newest slayer.. so you do realize that this is the part where you run..."

- She felt like having fun with this one for some reason, her silver dagger was twirled amongst her slender digits as she grinned and waited for the chase to begin -
 
His right eyebrow raised for a moment as she spoke.He was calm for the most part, shifting from leaning to standing postion.

"And since when did this happen?"

He had a slight tremor of pain at the thought of taking the dagger from her, but it passed momentarily. He shrugged for a moment and then turned, moving out of the light of the lamppost. His pace was slow till he reached the end of the block and then her leaped up onto the escape ladder on the side of the nearest building, moving up towards the roof and leaping across to the next building.


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"Silly vampire, trix are for kids..."

- She was infront of him, blocking his path from going to the other building.. -

"You have dealt with slayers before haven't you? Why aren't you trying to fight?"
 
He smirked for a moment as he saw her blocking his path.

"You really want me to fight you? Well, you asked for it.."

He pulled his hand up as if to punch her and then cried out as he grabbed his head. The pain that went through it was intense and made him double over, falling back into a sitting position till the pain passed.

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"You really can't fight can you?"

- Celestrial looked mildly disappointed -

"Well its no fun if the person can't fight back, no wonder you haven't been slayed yet.. pitiful excuse for a vampire..."

- She shrugged and leapt off the building, returning to her own patrol -
 
He growled softly as she just leaped off the building to walk away. He leaned over the side and then yelled at her.
"It wasn't always like this."

He dropped down and followed after her, keeping up with her a few feet behind her.

"I have only been like this for a couple of months. Besides I was one of the more hunted vampires around here."

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- She glanced back at him as he followed her. With an annoyed expression on her face she stopped and turned to face him -

"What part of your a vampire and i'm the SLAYER don't you understand? Why the hell are you following me vampire?"

- She clenched and unclenched her fist, with a flick of her wrist she dropped into a forward somersault, flinging her silver dagger right at him..

.. And she would of got him right in the heart had her aim not of been so good.. instead it hit and stuck in the wall behind him, hovering right above his head -
 
Spike stopped where he was as she spun around. He shrugged softly as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Just felt like it."

He flinched a little as she threw the dagger and barely moved as it stuck in the wall above his head. He looked up at it and then back at her.

"I guess I thought you might want advice on the vampires around here, since you are new. It's not like I can do much in my state as it is."

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"Well I suppose.. I could use some advice, it is my first day here.. "

- She extended her hand to shake his, even if it was almost scared to -

"My name is Celestrial, you knew the last slayer didn't you?"

- She smirked as she looked into his eyes -

"Perhaps you even .. loved her.. ?"
 
Depp stood on the rooftop, his dark trenchcoat playingi n the wind behind him. Nose stretched up to the air, a hint of life flowing to him. Something he loved when he hunted, the thrill of life and its escape.
He did not hunt for blood, that was nothing more than a nutritional bonus. His hunt was for life, for its destruction, finality, and most of all, for the taste.
A young woman tasted better than anything, digging into her tender flesh, a piece of meat that sent chills down his spine. Virgins did not taste any different than another female. The taste difference came from how young or old the victim was, most younger women are virgins, so it coincides fairly well. Of course, the thought of pure untainted blood had its own special merit. It was all about the amdiance of the meal.
He jumped into the night, his thirst taking over his actions. In a moment, far away, a night scream could be heard. It was followed be a deep moan of pleasure.
 
- Celestrial heard the scream echo a few feet away, she looked at Spike -

"It seems duty calls, perhaps we shall run into eachother again"

- She walked up to him and eased upwards, pushing her body against his as she reach for the dagger and pulled it out of the wall. Her body slide against his as she eased away with a classic smirk on her pale features -

"I'll see you around"

- Her feet pounded against the dead of night as she took off in the direction she had heard the scream. With a swift leap she leapt ontop of a building, a flash of her silver outfit twinkled against the moonlight..

She spotted another vampire, slinking into the depth of a young woman's neck.. but she sensed something different from this one as she leapt to the ground infront of him.. -

"Let the woman go vampire"
 
"Ahhh, excellent."
He dropped the lifeless corpse from his hands, blood trickling down his cheek. He wiped it with one of his sleeves, eyeing the woman over once and again.
"A bit slow, but this is your first day, isn't it? Such a shame, and your a pretty one too."
She looked young, very young. He wondered if perhaps they didn't get younger as the generations went on. Maybe she felt more ready than others, maybe she was. He had learned that stubborn pride took the place of some experience.... not all, but some.
"Go on, fight another day. I would hate to deprive you of life on your eve of slaying. Take down a few carnival junkies or newborns fresh from the grave."
Walking up to her, he could sense both the fear and strength through her, the pure driven effort that fed his own fortitude.
"I'm a bit out of your league tonight."
 
- Her eyes narrowed as he spoke, was he really questioning her abilities? Did he really think that he was....

'Out of her league?'

He obviously had some experience with Slayers, not many knew right off the bat who she was. And this was her first day there, how the hell did he knew that? Vampires.. she hated them..

She hated the fact that she was given the job to slay them, they intrigued her, their whole.. sexual aura.. their whole passion that came forth from the evil and the temptation..

Part of the food chain one vampire wannabe had said to her. The man told of how beautiful these creatures were, and how the horribleness of mankind as a whole paled in comparison to the vampire race..

.. He was beautiful.. this vampire that stood before her, and the vampire she had met only moments before..

... She needed her watcher ...

She tucked her loose white hair behind her ear as he spoke to her.. carnival junkies, new blood? Perhaps he was right... but she would never admit it, she was appointed Slayer for a reason..

Her eyes scanned the area for something she could use, but it seemed to her the easiest way to deal with this one was to attack him full force.. she NEEDED to get rid of the strong ones, she knew that what didn't kill her only made her stronger..

How could she grow stronger if she fought weak opponents?

She clenched her fist and made her move, bolting forward as the silver of her uniform glistened against the night. She knew vampires were quick, but so was she.. she wasn't a normal woman after all..

Her fist was aimed for his stomach, following through with a knee to his ribs as she used her flexibility to her advantage and flipped vertically over top of him, landing behind him and croching low to undersweep his feet from underneath him...

She had to prove herself and she knew, it would be a long night.. -

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The ground swelled up to him, and he hit it, hard. The back of his skull crackes, as blood poured to the ground, yet he didn't even feel it. As soon as he hit the ground, he was already up, moving with lightening speed.
His arms grabbing her, pressing her against the alley walls, the bricks digging into her, as well as his arm which held her in place.
"My, we are fast, aren't we?"
He squeezed hard, the first feeling of pain from her blow getting to him. That damned concrete smarted worse than silver.
He grabbed one of her stakes, pressing it against her skin.
"My dear, not tonight. I don't want to fight you."
His lips moving against her cheek as he talked. He could smell her up close, the sweet aroma of a woman filling his very being.
He wanted a nibble, just a tiny bite. His fangs out, drawn to her neck by some unseen force.
Only though strong willpower did he stop himself. Inches from her exposed neck.
"Train yourself, my love. Find your watcher, feel what it is to use a real stake on someone. Fighting moves and silver trinkets only do so much without knowing your real power. Some are stronger than me, meaner as well. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you just yet... you are one of the prettier ones."
He was tor now. Torn between wondering if he was struggling to keep her next to the wall, hurting her, or just wanting to feel her pressing against him. His noticable erection standing straight out now, pressing against her.
He moved back, unsure now of her. She had something most slayers didn't, a sense of charisma, a sexuality that seemed to spill over to him. He didn't want her dead just yet. As much as her blood enthralled him, he wanted to save her for another time. Like wine, he wanted her to breathe for a bit, ferment for him.
He held the silver stake in his hand.
"Can slayers die by the stake as well?"
It glinted off the moonlight.
 
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