Feeling Restless {Jon}

[Shaden Grace]

How long had it been sense he'd gotten to really cause trouble? Too long, he deiced. Much too long. He'd been playing the part of the good little vampire for Sevanni, trying to please him for reasons unknown even to himself. Only the devil knew why he couldn't seem to leave that man alone. And sitting alone in his room, he couldn't seem to get him out of his head. Though.. that was probably because he was living in his house. Kind of hard to stopping thinking about someone when you were living in their house. He sighed. Fine, then. He'd just have to leave. Get out of the house. Helena hadn't called him yet, and he didn't know where Sevanni was. He was free to go where he wanted.

Then, of course, he was already free to leave whenever he wanted. He wasn't one of Sevanni's little pets or slaves though, oddly enough, he acted much like one his pets whenever he was around him. Yes, it was defiantly time to get out. He needed some fresh air, that along with a good hunt. Maybe he would take more then one life tonight. He was in the mood for being cruel, playing with his food a little. Above all; he was in the mood for trouble.

Something so rare in his life as of late. He felt himself growing almost tame. And he simply couldn't have that. He'd spent too many years learning how to wrap himself in a cold shield, blocking all things that would cause him to lose himself. He wouldn't let anyone, not Sevanni and not Helena, change him. He was dangerous, and he needed to remind the people of New York why they should never go walking at night.

He got up from the bed, setting the book he had in his hands on the night stand by his bed, and went of to his closet to look for a shirt. He ended up pulling out a black button down shirt. After putting it on, and leaving the top two buttons undone, he went into the bathroom to fix his hair. It was still short, but just long enough to spike it, and that's just what he did. Then, before leaving the room, he picked up his sunglasses and put them on.

Finally, ready to go, he left his room, and a moment later, he was leaving the house and existing through the gate. He liked walking every once in awhile. He had all those fancy, expensive cars that he could take, but where was the fun in that? He wanted to hunt. He wanted to catch all the different scents on the wind. Even if he did get the scent of a mutt every so often.

He made it to Central park, and, seeing as how he didn't have anywhere else to go, he figures the park was as good of place as any. After all, the park was a known hang out for late night parting teens that should have been home hours ago. It was fun, to mess with them. Like cat and mouse. It amused him. Helped time go by and not seem so.. boring. He was restless. He needed something to do with himself, otherwise he'd truly go crazy. Well.. more crazy then he already was. Very few realized just how unstable his moods were. Oh well, that was their faults. Not his. He certainly wasn't going to warn anyone. That was for sure. The wind shifted just then, and Shaden sighed as the scent of another mutt came to him.

[*Jon Tailbain]

Jon was lying down on his couch with only the TV keeping the room partially lit, There wasn’t really anything on he wanted to watch. But hey it was a television it was meant to be watched, the channel was on some late night news program. He never really watching the news it was always some type of depressing story, of some robbery murder; it just seemed the news was meant to make people afraid of the outside world. The only good thing about watching the news was the weather, even if they were not right all the time. In all

honesty he was bored, he spent the last few days cooped up in his makeshift art room; only coming out when he needed to eat or use the bathroom. But he was tired of being in his apartment now he had to get out and so something tonight, anything to get out of this place. it was time for him to go out and enjoy the night life again. Then again he didn’t feel like being around a large group of humans right now.

He got up from the couch and walked down the hall to his bed room; there wasn’t a need to be fancy tonight. He didn’t plan on interacting with anyone, just need to get some much needed fresh air. He grabbed a black t-shirt that was lying on his bed and put it on, and his sunglasses that were sitting on his nightstand. From there he made his way out the door grabbing his keys and locking up his apartment room before heading out. What was it about the Nightlife that made it so alluring; maybe it was just the fact that he was born a beast. Even as a little kid he enjoyed staying out late. The night was just so much more appealing to him; there was a certain excitement about it. And he intended to enjoy his stroll to fullest, Central Park was where he was headed there he could change into his more feral form and humans would just pass him off as a large dog. As long as he didn’t get to close anyway, there have been a few “accidents” when he was forced to act upon a human or two but he was careful most of the time.

Upon entering Central park he could sent a familiar yet unpleasant scent in the air, there was only one thing about the night that he hated; it brought out some of the vilest of vermin out. The smell of death and decay that always lingered in the air that always went with these particular unwanted guests. The scent of a vampire was truly disgusting; he could think of many more things they smelled more pleasant than them. For one to be out here must have meant that it wanted to feed on some unsuspecting victim, Jon wouldn’t give it the pleaser of doing such a thing while he was around. Food was food but He had a personal grudge against vampires that he wasn’t willing to let die easily. He followed the putrid stench to its source coming up behind the vampire.

[Shaden Grace]

Those mutts, always getting into other people business, mainly other vampires business. Like they had some kind of code of ethics that said they had to ruin a vampires night. And it seemed they all loved to ruin his night, however, as most mutts learned fairly quickly. Shaden Grace was not the vampire to go around messing with. Yes, he was out here looking for a good meal, but he was not about biting, draining, and killing a mutt.

Shaden listened intently, and so he heard when the mutt got closer, and the scent got stronger. It was disgusting. Like wet dog smell. He crossed his arms over his chest, and a smile grew over his lips. This little stray dog, had, unfortunately this mutt hadn't gotten the memo. And he was still moving closer. As if Shaden wouldn't notice his approach behind him. He turned slowly, and then took his sunglasses off, placing them in his front right pocket.

His smile was cocky as he looked him over. "Your not very smart are you?" The words slipped from his tongue with deliberate slowness, as if he needed to slow his speech so the mutt could keep up. "Why don't you run along and play somewhere else before you get yourself hurt." Although the words were calm enough, there was an under tone of a warning or threat. Shaden tended to get really pissed off when he was interrupted when he was hunting, and besides that, he had wanted to come out here to get some fresh air. There was not chance of that with the smell of dog in the air.

Shaden had a long history with werewolves. He took great pleasure in killing them for sport. Tearing their hearts out. Ripping their heads off. He'd lost count how many he'd killed so far, and now it seemed he might get the chance to add one more to the growing number. How wonderful. Slowly he circled around the wolf, seizing him up. He smiled, wide enough to briefly show a flash of fangs, sharp and ready to sink into flesh.

His was gaze both sinful and challenging. Daring him to make one move toward him. "I would have thought by now most of your kind would learn to keep away from me.." He stopped in front of him, though still keeping a distance between them. "Apparently.. you and the rest of the mutts simply don't learn." He rarely ever called a werewolf by its name. It was usually just the standard mutt or dog.

Oh why couldn't he just have one night to himself without it being interrupted. Was it such a difficult or selfish wish? It seemed it was because he'd yet to find peace for many years. There was no where he could go that no one wouldn't bother him. Even at Sevanni's, he could constantly feel the presence of others in the house. And outside.. well, the mutt standing so boldly before him was proof enough that not even the outside world was safe from distraction and interruption.

[*Jon Tailbain]

Tonight was supposed to be a time to get out and relax, to prowl in the night as he enjoyed doing when he could. But now he had to deal with a vampire, how could anyone get out for some fresh air with these rotting corpses around. Strutting along as if they owned the whole damn planet, treating every human and werewolf alike as if they were just little things for them to play with. The thought made his blood boil but he would have to keep himself in check for now, it would be bad if he just changed in front of the humans that were out here just because he couldn’t control himself. Besides he wasn’t very much in the mood for a fight anyway, but if one did start he would be the one to finish it.

As Jon approached the vampire from behind he turned around full aware of what he was, not that it was surprising to him, if he really want to sneak up on the blood sucker; he wouldn’t have done it in his feeble human form. Jon lifted his sun glass from his eyes just enough for them to be resting on his head, to get a better look at walking corpse. Of course of first thing that escapes his mouth is an insult, there was always bad blood between werewolves and vampires. It was unknown to him how it started but he knew why he despised them, “I was hoping to come out and get a little fresh air, but there was a stink in the air. I already had a pretty good idea of what it was but I just had to be sure.” Jon spoke ignoring his initial insult, why play his little game; It would be pointless to rebuke with one of his own at least not yet anyway.

This vampire overestimates himself, trying to cause trouble without knowing who he was dealing with. Of course he had no idea what this vampire was capable of, he sounded confidante so he must have dealt with other werewolves before. But Jon took on his share of vampires and came out on top, though he never could clearly remember the fights as they happened during a full moon. If vampire hunting was what he was doing during full moons he didn’t mind losing himself, though he wished he could remember how they went. If things turned out badly tonight he might get the chance to have his own “conscious” fight with one of these blood suckers, “I think you overestimate yourself, if you really think not a single werewolf couldn’t kill you were you stand.” The challenge look in his eye showed he was trying to start trouble, But Jon was not going to let this vampire denounce his kind

[Shaden Grace]

“I was hoping to come out and get a little fresh air, but there was a stink in the air. I already had a pretty good idea of what it was but I just had to be sure.” Oh this mutt was lucky Shaden had gotten rid of his quick temper. Otherwise the poor dog would already be in pain. So instead of breaking bones or ripping limbs off. He simply smiled, and said nothing. However, sooner or later the mutt would end up saying the wrong thing, and Shaden would snap, and all patience would be lost. And at least he smelled like death. Death was a beautiful thing. Unlike the smell of dog, which was not by any means beautiful.

Shaden was relaxed. Not at all worried. This was just another night. One more mutt that thought he had the skills to take him on. As if he'd have a chance with him. Seriously, not only was he a vampire, which made him stronger and faster, he'd also been around for centuries old, which gave him way more fighting experience. “I think you overestimate yourself, if you really think not a single werewolf couldn’t kill you were you stand.”

His smile was patient, like looking at a ignorant child who refused to understand the way things were. "I see.. so you think you could kill me.. here.. now?" His smile widened. This was amusing. "I'm not sure what fairy tale world you live in, but its time someone showed you how reality truly is." One second he been standing there, and in the next he was less then an inch from him. His arms moved so fast that to a normal person they would have been a blur. His hands struck the mutts chest, and pushed. Sending him back, and away from him. There was hardly any effort to it. No energy lost.

"Your just another little pup that got off its leash." He said in a matter-of-fact tone. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lighter from his pocket, and calmly lit up a cig. He put the pack back into his pocket as he raised the lit cig to his lips, and inhaled, then let the smoke out slowly. He watched him closely, wondering if he'd be really stupid and shift. An overgrown dog wasn't much of a challenge.

[*Jon Tailbain]

"I see.. so you think you could kill me.. here.. now?" Why shouldn’t he believe it? So far this filthy corpse hasn’t giving him a reason to think he would lose; he just seemed like all the other cocky vampires he has met, think just because they were immortal they were better fighters. Living longer than the average werewolf did give them advantages in some things, but in a fight their cocky nature is what always gets the best of them. But of course if he assumed all vampires were like that he himself would be underestimating them. Why couldn’t it just be a full moon, there would be no talk just the bestial instinct giving to him, he wouldn’t care if there were other humans around, he would have torn this vampire to sheds. Just one more living corpse to add to the insignificant others he could barely remember.

Wasn’t the nightlife just full of surprises? A nice night quickly turning hostile, this night just didn’t play out like Jon wanted it too. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to prowl around the park since when was the last time he had the chance to do that? But here he was exchanging insults with a corpse, if he ignored the vampire he couldn’t avoided this situation completely but now wasn’t the time the to second guess himself now. He brought this encounter onto himself when he approached the vampire so there was no point trying to regret it, “What do you care about what I think? It’s not like you would agree with me, but if you really want to know. Yes I do think I could kill you here and now if I wanted to.” Jon wasn’t really trying to provoke the vampire he just answered the question honestly, however the corpse took it was up to him.

The longer this confrontation went the more it lend towards an all out brawl between the two, though the only think keep Jon from changing into a wolf were the humans around them. He didn’t want to expose himself if he didn’t need to, all he needed was a bunch of humans claiming they saw a mean change into a wolf right before their eyes,” I'm not sure what fairy tale world you live in, but its time someone showed you how reality truly is.”

Right after he spoke the corpse closed the distance between them and with one quick motion Jon was shoved back. He stopped himself on his right foot; Jon’s breathing grew deep and his eye color changed to amber, the color of his wolf form’s eye. Insults were one thing but Jon did not like being pushed around, “I’ll rip the heart from your chest with my own claws.” Jon growled at the vampire, as he clinched his right fist

[Shaden Grace]

The mutt was getting angry. That's what Shaden wanted of course. Get him so pissed off that he just attacked. He was ready for it. But apparently he'd have to push him just a little bit further. He knew what his problem was. The humans. He wouldn't do anything because they would see. “I’ll rip the heart from your chest with my own claws.” This made Shaden laugh. "Come and do it then." He challenged. He was really daring him to try and rip his heart out. It would be fun letting him try.

He looked at the humans, there were only three of them, and they were far enough away that they wouldn't be paying much attention to what was going around them. But still.. if the mutt wouldn't change because they were around, then Shaden would just have to change that. He looked away from the humans, who were blissfully unaware of what was about to happen to them. "But first.. I think I'll get rid of a few distractions." He smirked.

It took only a few moments, running over to them in a matter of seconds, and then grabbing the closest one in reach. Fangs sinking into flesh and screams being given by the two females, the male he held in his arms struggled to get away from him, but Shaden's grip was too strong for him. The two girls started to run, so he had to cut his meal short and finish him off by breaking his neck. He went after the two, and in no time at all they were dead.

And then he was behind the mutt, licking the blood off his lips. "Now then.. lets play." It was said softly, close to his ear. He was gone again, before the mutt even had a chance to turn and face him, now in front of him, out of arms reach, but close enough. "Or are you still too scared. Its not too late for you to just leave." The lie slipped from his tongue with ease, sounding just like the truth. It was too late. Oh he could turn away, he could run, but Shaden would follow. He liked having fun, and fighting stupid mutts was the perfect way to get all the pent up energy he seemed to have in him.

The night had turned out well. Better then what he had expected anyways. It was so easy to get caught up in the same routine night after night, staying at that house. It was like he'd been allowing himself to grow tame. Like a pet. The very idea was disturbing to him. So to make up for all the days he'd been letting himself get soft, he was going to tear this mutt up, but he would try not to kill him.

It made things more interesting if he let the werewolf live; give them a chance to heal and then track him down again so they can get even. That's when he would kill him. That is of course if this particular mutt even came back to find him. Maybe he would actually learn something and keep away from him. If he was smart, that's what he would do, but then, most hardly ever turn out to be that smart.