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| Lewis | Nov 18 2011, 07:04 PM Post #1 |
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The gentle sound of foot hitting hard pavement echoed out through the almost deserted city street. It was late, around 2:40AM the last time he had checked, although he was in no rush. Time was on his side, an advantage of his gift, at least that was his opinion. He walked at a steady pace, clearly having to be somewhere but in no rush to get there. He had recently began to enjoy walking under the moonlight, the silence that came with it gave him all the space he needed. Strange, after so many years of solitude he has only just realised how pleasant silence is. He came to a sudden stop, standing dead in his tracks. Screams and shouts for help reached his ears, he didn't move for the first few seconds as if trying to work out the location of the screams. He began to move again, this time much quicker, almost jogging. It didn't take him long to find the source of the shouts for help. Coming to another stop, this time at the end of an alley way, it would've been pitch black if it wasn't for the outside light of a barricaded doorway. This was more than enough light for him to see what was going on and what he saw made his stomach turn. Three people occupied the alley way, two males; rather large in figure wearing almost identical suits. The last of the three, a young female. She appeared to be no older than eighteen; her clothes were ripped, make up streamed down her face from the tears silently rolling over her cheeks. One of her eyes had started to turn a murky green from where she'd be punched, no doubt a 'present' from one of the two males. He didn't say a word as he made his way into the alley way. The broken bottles, old news paper and used drug needles littered the very floor he walked over, but nothing got in his way; it was as if these inanimate objects were moving out of his way instead of him moving for them. The female noticed him first and screamed out to him for help, her struggles to get free become much more powerful, twisting and turning in every way in hope she'll get free from this nightmare. She didn't need to try anymore, she was already saved - she just didn't know it yet. One of the men turned around to notice him closing in on them. The attacker had a bald head which was plastered in scars and burns and his right eye had been replaced with a glass replacement, this man was clearly no stranger to rough situations. He left his 'partner' with the girl and started to make his way towards him coming down the alley way, removing his white shirt along the way to show a matching white wife-beater tank top. They were in range of each other and the bald man lunged forward with a powerful right hook. It was too slow, the man who came to save the girl stepped towards the fist while bringing up his opposite arm, blocking the swing. The bald man wasn't expecting such a forceful block - so forceful infact, it snapped the bones in his arm. Before he could even yell out to his partner for help, his face was met by a fist, the sheer power of the punch just dropped the bald man to the floor, unconcious. By the time the second man had realised what had happened, the girl's saviour was upon him too. His hand gripped the side of the second man's head and slammed it against the wall to his immediate left. A loud crunching sound was heard when they made contact, the girl wasn't sure if it was the man's skull caving in or the wall shattering from the impact. Slowly, he turned to face the girl who was now cowering in the corner of two adjacent walls. She feared her saviour just as much as her two attackers. The light hit his face as he stepped forward, illuminating his gentle features. His skin was pale but perfect, his deep purple eyes were mysterious yet soft, his lips were perfectly curved and gentle and his hair rested masterfully atop of his head. "You're free." The words rolled off his tongue in a whisper, his tone seemed some what seductive yet accidental in how it came across. He smiled to her once, flashing a set of pearl white teeth before walking out of the alley. The girl paused for a moment, now in complete awe of her unknown saviour. She quickly set off after him, not wanting to be alone on this dark night.. He had being walking for around twenty minutes, making sharp turns down various alley ways, making his way into the more populated areas of the city. The girl who he had saved was still following him, creeping along several feet behind thinking he wouldn't notice her. Of course, being what he is, he knew she was there from the beginning. It amused him, how easy it was to make them chase but he had other things to do tonight, so he'd just let her follow til she grew tired and headed home. Another ten minutes had passed by when he came to another stop. He stood across the road from one of the most popular 'erotic dance clubs' in this part of the city. Men and women flowed in and out constantly, paying ridiculous amounts of money to jump the que. He remained outside for another five to ten minutes, leaning on the lamp post that stood beside him. It was amusing to see the state these people got themselves in, too much alcohol and illegal drugs would do this to a normal human. Eventually, he started to make his way across the street; avoiding oncoming taxis, swaying around the drunken customers falling at his feet from too much alcohol in their system. He reached the door, which two large, bald headed men covered in tattoo's and long, black overcoats stood next to. This didn't slow his walk. He placed his hand into his left jacket pocket, pulling out a large wad of rolled up notes. Patting the wad of cash against one of the bouncers chest for his 'admission' free, he wandered inside without another pause. Music pounded into his ears, speakers in every corner of the room at maximum volume. Men and women gathered around different bars in the room, each one having two or three female dancers erotically moving their bodies in time to the beat of the music. Money lined the rim of the underwear, hundreds of pounds held in by a thin line of fabric. The club itself was very cosy, almost womanly in the way things were designed. The carpet was very expensive yet elegent, a strange purple which was similar to his own eyes while the walls were crimson red lined with foreign symbols, laced in gold. A weird smell lingered in the air, it was almost sedative, it made you feel numb and some what intoxicated, it ensnared you so you'd never want to leave. His eyes slowly scanned over each dancer that he could see, even these females had something strange about them. Their skin was pale and perfectly smooth, their eyes locked you in place with the same mysterious gaze he could give. Their hair fell perfectly around their neck and shoulders; blonde, brunette, red head. This club certainly wasn't what it seemed from an outside look. He made his way across the club, staying to the edges where there was less light, passing by various private booths - where the faint smell of blood hit his nostrils in passing. He smiled to himself and kept walking, making his way towards the bar, sitting at the far end where it was less crowded. A male bartender approached him, asking him what he'd like to drink. He remained silent for a moment, inspecting the male like he had the dancers, trying to identify anything strange about him. He couldn't find anything; other than his spiked up, rocker guy hair which was bright green. He had various facial piercings; a bull ring through his septum, both his ears had 9millimetre stretchers and he had three spike piercings through his bottom lip. He ordered himself a whiskey mixer, which the punk rocker bartender brought him over a few moments later. He didn't drink it, but it made him fit him. At closer inspection of the punk rocker as he wandered off to serve some other already drunk customers, he noticed various bite marks covering the back of his neck. There was the placemant that tied him in with the rest of the 'staff' here. His fingers gently drummed against the wooden bar, the sound almost inaudioble over the bass of the music pumping throughout the club yet he continued to drum away. He decided to try the drink he'd recently purchased, wrapping his fingers around the cold glass, swirling the liquid around slowly before moving it up towards his mouth. However, before the glass made contact with his lips, something passed just under his chin, something cold and steel. A knife. The blade rested against the skin of his neck, perfectly placed to not cut him, unless he tried to move. Around the hilt, was a small feminine hand yet it remainded steady as if it waiting for his moment. "There was a rumour... that twenty years ago, a very famous and very powerful person of the night had been murdered." The voice spoke quietly from behind him, a female's voice which sounded no older than seventeen years old. Yet, she spoke with confidence and authority, which made him smirk. She continued to speak. "When he died, the night we live in became a mess. It literally crumbled around us, and those with any relation to him were hunted down like rats." The blade eased away from his neck, it's owner dropping into the seat beside him. His head slowly turned to face her, meeting her fierce, blood red eyes and matching red head. She always was fiesty, authoritive and stubborn. Anger burned in her eyes, you could almost see the fire within them, yet if you looked deep enough, you could see the happiness creeping out slowly. "Now tell me, Uncle Domir. Where the fuck have you been?" Domir sat silent for a moment, staring into his niece's eyes. The anger still burned within them, she was still mad at him for not telling her sooner he was still alive. He knew it was wrong to keep her in the dark, but he had to do it, he needed everyone to believe he was dead. He forced out a sigh, before looking down towards his drink infront of him. "I can't explain where I've been Renee, not yet." He continued to stare at the ice slowly melting before him in his whiskey. "I know my 'death' can't of made things easy for you, for any of you." Renee scoffed in agreement. It made Domir's gut tighten with guilt, but he refused to show it on his face. "The main thing is I'm back, and you're alive." Domir's head lifted slowly to look at her face, she seemed to be less resentful towards her uncle now, but not completely. "Now, as far as rumours go.. What is this I hear about you working here?" He slowly peered around the club, more drunken men and women falling victim to the unresistable dancers. "I always thought you'd be above this kind of.. 'entertainment.'" His gaze fell back onto her, only to find her staring off to the far side of the club to avoid his eyes. "When you 'died', things were tough for us. We struggled to survive, we were hunted down and killed. Anybody loyal to you, anybody who mentioned your name suddenly vanished." She paused for a moment, fidgetting with her hands before she began to speak again. "I kept my head down, I got by, I survived." She lifted her gaze up to finally meet her uncle's, this time her expression was firm. "A few years later, I met a man.. the same as us, he went by the name Alek Resnov." A short pause. "He offered me protection, in return I had to 'work' here. I agreed, I had no other choice." Domir listened silently, his eyes never leaving her. Renee forced out a sigh, looking down at her feet for a moment. "Alek kept a very close eye on me, too close for my own liking, although I tolerated it for a time. Until he made his move on me." For the first time during their conversation, Renee smirked - rather sadistically. "He tried to get me into bed, he told me if I didn't sleep with him, he'd hand me over to the 'hunters', so I went along with it - or so he thought." The smirk was ever present on her face as she carried on speaking, as if thinking the event back over in her mind. "I tied him up to his bed, told him I had a 'surprise' for him and oh a surprise it was. I knew he couldn't break the binds I made and I left him there for a while, un-aware as to what I had planned. I made sure his mouth was gagged so he couldn't scream.. That's when I took out this knife." At that exact moment, she withdrew the knife she'd previously held to Domir's neck. His eyes traced the blade for a moment then landed back on her, waiting for her to carry on. "First, I cut his fingers off one by one. Then his hands and eventually both of his arms. I did the same to his legs, left him bleeding out on his own bed." She put the knife away and turned back to Domir. "I returned a few days later, he was still alive of course. But I had a new surprise for him. I'd managed to acquire a faithful pet, a Lycan as it goes - although she's dead now, she served her purpose. Anyway, I let her rip his chest apart and made him watch her eat his dead organs. Only his heart was left, the only organ that mattered to him." Her hand curled around Domir's glass, mimicing what had happened in the event with Alek. "My hand gripped his heart, he knew what was going to happen, but what could he do?" Renee smirked again, this time more menacingly. "I crushed his heart with my bare hands, I ended his life. He made me feel worthless in this place, so i returned the favour." The smirk faded from her face, in it's place - her trademark smile of innocence. "From then, I took over this place and made it what it is today." Edited by Lewis, Nov 19 2011, 01:12 AM.
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