The Hunt (Open)

[jordanfelix]

The soft cry of a police siren sounded off in the distance, it was too bad that they hadn't been circling this area where the real trouble was about to begin. The moon hung high in the skies, complimented with the stars by its side. It was a chilly night, not unusual in New York, though Jordan couldn't feel the temperature difference. He'd now become accustomed to moving around at night, and this was the usual temperature. Jordan wore dark green jeans that would almost look black out in the night, a long with a black dress shirt. His sapphire eyes scanned the area around him, he'd come to Greenwich village for one reason - the hunt. Ever since his accident and his transformation he'd become thirsty for blood, he'd been able to slap it off for a while now surprisingly longer than he'd thought he'd be able too. When he was bitten, the woman had lured him in with a soft voice and promises of a great night, too bad that night never really passed for him. He remembered a certain quote she said to him. Do you want to hear a funny story? That thought brought a growl to his voice, damn woman, they'd steal your soul and possibly even your life.

That quote had forever become his hunting words, and like the woman, he too lured his prey in with that same quote. It was good, and if he spoke softly enough, they'd come to him. That thought brought a light smirk to his face, it was time to hunt down some artists. Jordan didn't like taking the lives of humans, but when the time came, he had too. It was in his nature to hunt, to bring out blood, or at least thats what he'd been told. He didn't argue with that fact anymore, he was a vampire, and forever he'd live with it. His soft stepping made no difference to the sound the shoes made when they made impact with the ground, it seemed only to grab more attention too him. So he decided to take another route, off the streets, and into an alley. He would wait silently there, in a trance, until someone came by. Jordan's eyes verted to the moon, watching it silently, what was it about the moon that had him so intrigued? He chuckled silently.

Sometimes I think I should've been made a dog. Now, that thought really did make him laugh. As his laughing came to stop, he turned to see a woman looking at him inquisitively. She seemed to think that he was crazy, but then again, maybe he was crazy. Jordan turned so that now both bodies and faces were pointed at each other. Taking in one last whip of air, he let a slow sigh go. "Hey... wanna hear a funny story?," With those words being said, she stepped closer to hear exactly what he said and at that moment his eyes seemed like they were almost brighter. His fangs were showing, the hunt had began.

[matt]

Now the young beautiful lady appeared to be quite startled by the on coming man. While he takes steps forward she begins to take them back. Soon she is trapped, pressed against the wall with no where to turn to. With one more small step Jordan Felix is face to face with the women. "I asked, 'Yah wanna here a funny story,' huh?" Looking on in fear the lady does nothing but look at the man in fear, afraid to say anything to the slightly larger man. The vampire then lifts his hand to her and brushes the hair from in front of her shoulder and behind her ear, and there he sees it. Her nice, smooth, currently unscathed neck. Felix runs his toung across of the sharp point of his fangs and slowly begins to lean in, closening the neck of the lady.

As his fangs begin to grow closer to her she starts to make sense of what's going on right now. She starts to come to senses that she is about to be the victim of a blood thirsy vampire. The innocent female lets out a small shriek as the vampire opens his mouth and takes one last breath before going in for the kill. But just before he attempts to sink he his teeth deep into the young females neck something grabs his attention. It's the scent of another his kind, another vampire was in the area, and close. Jordan looks up from the girls neck and down at the opening of the ally to see a man turn in. Jordan knows it's the other of his kind. Jordan backs away from the girl and turns to face the on coming vampire, he knows this guy wants a fight and begins to stare him down as he comes closer.

The lady takes this time to run down in the opposite direction and Jordan doesn't bother to stop her he knows that its just a dead end down that way. With only the light of the moon, and the dim street lights shining in the ally appears to be darker then the rest of the city. The other vampire no close enough to talk opens his mouth and does just that. "Feasting time eh? Well this is my ally, I am afraid you'll have to feed somewhere else." the vampire is non other then the wrestler Matt Violence. Matt now steps face to face with Jordan and awaits his reply.

TBC: Jordan ONLY!

[jordanfelix]

"Feasting time eh? Well this is my ally, I am afraid you'll have to feed somewhere else."

Great. That word pounded in Jordan's mind, though the person who'd caught his attention seemed to be someone who looked familiar, obviously a star to the American public. Jordan could tell that off the bat, just by the way the woman stared at him before she ran away. It didn't matter who this man was at this time, he was beginning to become more than a little irritated with people stepping in on his hunts. He wasn't even one to hunt often, just when the need overcame him, such a time as now. His teeth gritted together when the other vampire got into his face, he'd let this man swing first. Jordan had confidence in his skills, he'd been in the military for awhile after all, on top of that he had his vampire strength to add. It would be an interesting fight that was for sure.

"Ugh, another hero vampire huh? Listen mate, I'm starting to get tired of people getting in my face about this, and since you obviously want a fight... you got one.," his accent sounded stretched, almost as if he was aggravated, but the truth was he was far passed that. Infuriated would probably be the correct word to describe his emotion at the time, with a sly grin he let his dress shirt fall to the ground to reveal a black tank top. Both men had apparently been trained well, it was easy to see by the build of both of them. Jordan let a sigh seep from his lips, he wasn't going to tolerate this nonsense anymore, they were vampires for crying out loud! It was time for him to embrace the heritage he'd been given, and in that nature he would hunt, always.

"As for this being your... area, thats too bad. It looks like you have another runner up here mate, unless you want to do something about it?," Jordan's grin appeared again. He was ready to go, and his opponent was too, or appeared to be. He just hoped that this guy had been part of real wrestling and not that fake crap that steals your money. Though, at the time he didn't actually know that this man was a wrestler, just an American star.

[matt]

"As for this being your... area, thats too bad. It looks like you have another runner up here mate, unless you want to do something about it?,"

Matt tries anxiously to control his anger, as he peers at the man who claims to the the 'runner up' of the ally. Matt's pupils appear to be oddly small despite the fact of the lack of light. Knowing Matt he was probably still high on heroin of cocaine. The reason he hasn't already attacked the rival vampire. Runner up? Isn't that second place? To bad I don't accept partners, or you'd diffidently be my sidekick. Now you have about 5 seconds to leave my ally, or else. Matt stares on waiting for a response from the other vampire, who shows no fear of the wrestler. The former militant likes his lips moistening them up as the smirk oh his face widens and soon opens to speak. "Now I am sorry if I am starting any trouble but I refuse to be pushed around by some PUNK" While saying "punk" Jordan takes his index finger and pushes Matt on the chest causing him to stagger back a few steps. With Matt now about two feet away from Felix he smile and rubs his chin.

His eyes now show anger after being asulted by the slightly smaller vampire. He takes a small steps forward and places his hands on the chest of the other vampire and pushes with great force sending the smaller Jordan to the concrete floor. He looks over at the gril who is at the end of the ally TRYING to hind behind a dumpster but her curiosity killed it for her as she peeked her head out to see the action. Matt just looks down at Felix who is sitting on the ground looking up at Matt who takes another step closer before pointing his index finger and begins to talk. "Now let me get a few things threw your think head. I am NOT a hero. This is simply my web, anything that gets caught in it, I suck the blood of. I am the spider, of sorts. Now I and only I will feast here, others like you are just settig yourself up for death."

Matt reaches his hand in his jean pocket and pulls out something with a shinny tip. He soon makes it visable to the grounded vampire. In his hand he holds a lighter. After placing his finger on the top and striking the tip a large flam escapes from the top, the fire on this lighter is larger then others. Something Matt uses often, a crack lighter. He smiles as he lets the flame die out by cutting off the fuel suplies and opens his mouth to talk once more. This time with a huge smile apon his face. Now, anything else you'd like to say smart guy?

[mattiga]

The big city at night. The lights, smells, tastes in the air all coming into one huge disaster and hitting any poor soul square in the face as soon as they walked outside escaping the lovely protection of air filters from the inside world. This was the excitement and ragged atmosphere that attracted people like Mattiga into the unknown, for better or worse.

Tonight Mattiga was dressed in apparel ready to hit the night clubs and have some fun. His deep blue leather pants were tight yet not so much as to be a second skin, he wore shin high black boots that had chains for laces which clipped into small round knotted locks at the insides of the boots. His shirt was ripped and shown a red undershirt decked with neon orange blood splatters. His hair was straight, long, and had a few neon ribbons weaved here and there and his jacket was left unzipped tonight but the hood still was pulled up to keep his hair from flying crazily about his head.

He walked down a dark alley way he was sure would lead him to his destination faster but soon found he was hopelessly lost in the labyrinth of streets and alley that sprawled out throughout the city. As he neared the middle of yet another alley voices reached his ears, it seemed two guys of some sort were DECing it out at each other yet hadn't come to actual blows as of yet. He cautiously made his way closer and tried to get around without being seen but settled for dropping back into the shadows seeing as there was no clear way around the two.

He sighed frustrated and considered dropping back into the alley and trying to find another way our but he thought he could see a familiar sight just beyond the fringes of the alleyway.

"Umm would you two mind taking this a little to the left or the right? I'm kinda in a hurry here and you are blocking the way."

He said as he stepped closer. His voice was loud enough to be heard but not so much as to be yelling. He looked at the two guys with an look of annoyance yet not hostile. he didn't want the two to turn their anger on him. After all, they could probably take him down in a heartbeat.