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Post by *James Silvius on Jul 14, 2008 22:35:48 GMT -5
James skulked down the alley. He was on the look out. Vamps were everywhere at this time of night. A red wolf followed in after him. James looked down at it, not pleased at all.
"I want to do this myself, just tell Gavin I will be back before the sun rise," he told her. The wolf gave him a look that said "you know you're not supposed to be out" but left. James exhaled in relief.
James took a seat on the cold pavement. He sure wasn't going to stand the whole time. He crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and listened. If he only concentrated on his sense of hearing, then he could hear everything.
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Post by keylogger3 on Jul 15, 2008 12:43:49 GMT -5
“I thought I smell a wolf. Weird for on to be out at night, with the immortals.” Gage said. He walked over to the werewolf. He didn’t like werewolves at all. He only likes to get on their good side sometimes that way he can betray them later. Gage only thought that vampires where the best race of them all. He walked up to James only stopped a few feet near him. The half moon was up in the sky lighting up the nighttime sky.
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Post by *James Silvius on Jul 15, 2008 14:28:02 GMT -5
James opened one eye, took in the vamps features, and then closed it again. He recognized the vampire almost immediately from the pictures his pack had shown him. "Well if it isn't Gage Harms, recently turned vampire. Tell me, how long did it take you to enjoy the taste of innocent people's blood? I really am curious," he said dryly.
He felt fur rubbing against his arm. He re-opened his eyes and to his disappointment, saw that the red wolf had returned. Her name was Abby and she wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon. Gavin must have given her strict orders to stay with the boy. The wolf bared her teeth at the vampire and sat down next to James.
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Post by keylogger3 on Jul 15, 2008 14:44:08 GMT -5
“They where all saticfing. Never tasted anything better. It also rid less idiots of the world. I just finished one off just an hour ago. Poor girl, well it taught her not to take strangers wisely by their charms.” He sniffed the air. He had been around Litte, he could smell her on is skin. He then saw the wolf that tried to scare him. “O hush you stupid creature.” He said to the wolf. He looked back at James and smiled his evil smile.
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Post by *James Silvius on Jul 15, 2008 15:02:24 GMT -5
Abby snarled, baring her teeth. James placed a hand on her neck to keep her from pouncing on this filthy blood sucker. "I don't think I've formally introduced you to Abby. She's one of the best in the pack. I don't think you want to anger her, Harms," James said soberly. "And I am James," he added. his scent was... familiar. Where had he smelled it before?
The scent was too much for him. Human blood. So much of it! His nose wrinkled visibly. Abby licked his face. She wanted a bite out of that vamp. "You wanted to become a vampire. You asked for it. I know your sire. Why? Why would you want this life?" he said sourly.
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Post by keylogger3 on Jul 15, 2008 15:17:03 GMT -5
He glared at the wolf. He never liked those things. He only liked dogs. But he didn’t really care for dogs ether. Some times when they where barking at him he wished to slather the filthy mutts. Gage even killed a couple of dogs him self. No sympathy. He crossed his arms. He was nosey. Vary nosey.
“It is simple my dear wolf or err James. There are many reasons why I chose to be a demon of the night. One, I don’t really love the sun at all. Two, I want to stay young forever. Even if I look seventeen I want to stay that way. Three, I wanted power. I love all of the power I have now. Four, I already loved the taste of blood. I use to take blood from my lovers. And last, five, I love the moon.” Gage said looking at James. "And that is what I tip my hat to." Gage added.
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Post by *James Silvius on Jul 15, 2008 15:25:16 GMT -5
James glared at the bloodsucker. The only thing that stopped him from ripping his throat out himself was the thought of Litte. If she made this vampire, then it was her responsibility. James would express his interest of Harms later to her. Litte he sort of liked. This vampire, a cold-blooded killer, he absolutely hated from the pit of his heart.
"So many reasons. They are all foolish. Only a coward would want a life like that. I, on the other hand, am cursed. I don't want to be a werewolf. But I figured that since I am, I might as well rid the world of filthy scum such as yourself," he taunted.
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Post by keylogger3 on Jul 15, 2008 16:03:28 GMT -5
“I can smell Litte’s wonderful odor on your body. So consider yourself lucky. By now, if you didn’t hang around her I would have ripped your neck out. And your wolf too. But if Litte tells me that you have done any wrong to her, I will hunt you down.” Gage said. James was lucky indeed. Gage had way less respect for werewolves as humans. And he only had so little respect for them. He thought that the werewolf race should be erased of the face of the planet.
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Post by *James Silvius on Jul 15, 2008 16:10:54 GMT -5
"Ah yes. Litte. Last I checked she was drinking rabbit blood. Your sire has gone soft. It's for the better, I say. I taught her how to hunt animals myself. No more mass murders for you two anymore. And here's another piece of information. She's beginning to like me very much," he said smugly.
Once Litte gave the "ok" he would get rid of this scum once and for all. He couldn't wait for the day. The wolf beside him barked, pleased with how James was taunting this vampire for her. And since James wasn't fighting the vampire, Abby expressed her pride with another lick.
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Post by keylogger3 on Jul 15, 2008 17:49:34 GMT -5
Rage build up inside him. This fool of a creature thinks that he can change someone like that. He felt like killing him and his mutt. No sympathy. He glared at him. And flashed his fangs in anger. “Sick. You can’t change her. She loves to drink human blood. You are so lucky right now. Because I really feel like killing you.” Gage said. He glared at him. He swung his arm at him, but stopped when it was very close to his face. “So lucky.” Gage said as he re-crossed his arms.
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Post by *James Silvius on Jul 15, 2008 20:48:58 GMT -5
James was amused. Every pore on his face sung with it. This vampire had such a temper! So much anger! James had anger. A lot of it, too. He kept a cork on it, bottled it up. If he unleashed his anger, then this vampire would be reduced to ashes.
James extended his arms, his face twisting into a 'bring it' expression. Abby stirred next to him, worry in her eyes.
"Go on. If it will make you feel any better. Hit me with your best shot. Act like an immature little beast. There's nothing you can do for Litte now. We have... certain feelings for each other. More feeling than she ever gave you, anyway. She felt sorry for you. That's the only reason she sunk her fangs into your scrawny neck, drank your vile blood, and gave you her own blood. You know what? I feel sorry for you. Sorry that you have to be like this. Most of all, I feel sorry for Litte. She has to drag you around wherever she goes!" James bellowed.
Oh yeah, he could be deep.
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Post by keylogger3 on Jul 15, 2008 21:27:16 GMT -5
“Stupid bastered.” Gage build up some more greater rage. He slammed his fist into his face as hard as he possibly could. His rage was great. His anger issues had always got him into stuff like this. The inpack of the punch made his knuckles bleed. He wanted to kill this object for his amusement. But he didn’t know how Litte would react. He pulled his wrist back. “You hate only because you had a sorry life. Well get the f*ck over it.” Gage said. He knew better then just about anyone what a hard life was.
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Post by *James Silvius on Jul 15, 2008 21:54:23 GMT -5
James looked up just in time for a rather hard punch in the cheek to knock him completely off balance. His immediate reaction was to shift into a wolf and rip this bastard to grated cheese. No. He was learning just like Litte. He had to make sure that killing this vampire would be just.
He stumbled into a rather shocked wolf. She let loose a howl and went running. She was going to get the rest of the pack. When James regained his balance, he looked upon the vampire and was pleased that his hand was bleeding.
"Hey! It's not my fault my life sucks! Do you think I wanted any of that to happen? You'd have to be mad to want a life like mine! I don't really care what sort of life you live. I won't go judging you without knowing anything about you other than how you became a vampire!" he shouted. James aimed a dirty kick between his legs.
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Post by keylogger3 on Jul 15, 2008 22:17:50 GMT -5
He bend over with some form of pain. Even vampires had there limits. And getting kicked in the balls was one of them. It was over. Getting kicked in his balls was over the limit. He slowly stood up. The pain was over and the fight had started. He pulled out one of his knifes. It was the same knife from a mugger that Gage had killed and stole. The knife was blood stained and was long. It was a hunter knife.
“Stupid f*cking b*tch. You might live threw this fight.” He ran at him at thirty miles an hour. He appeared in front of him and stabbed the top of his shoulder. Then he started to twist the knife by the handle. The knife went half way in. The twisting of the blade mad the skin blends in a bloody and gory way and a lot of blood went over Gage’s hand. He removed his knife and licked the blood off.
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Post by *James Silvius on Jul 15, 2008 22:35:36 GMT -5
James's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates when the knife was pulled out. It gleamed threateningly in the dark. It scared him more than Gage at the moment. Before he had time to react, Gage came at him fast and buried the knife into his shoulder, twisting it to really get his point across.
"AGH!" James cried. Blood began flowing fast from his shoulder. The pain was agony, but his reason was not lost yet. Gage ripped the knife out. The wound easily damaged some nerves, his arm was slightly numb. He looked at the vampire in disgust as he licked James's blood.
"I hope my blood doesn't taste very good," James said. His other hand with the non-wounded arm flew to the gash. Stop the blood. Stop the blood, was all he could think. Clot dammit! He applied all the pressure he could, his hand was soaked in his blood. All he could do was aim a spinning kick into Gage's ribs.
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